'TRIP'

“TRIP”

-UNTIL SUMMER PART 1-

By

CHRISTINA M RICHARDS

(A GAY ROMANTIC STORY 18+ WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT)

All characters included are 18 years of age or over.

"Yeah, yeah.” I replied to the drunk first year leaning out of the university's bar window. I never usually went inside because I do not drink, and dislike being around drunks, the noise, smell, and outlandish behaviour. I found it all was too much for me.

“I mean it I’m going to ask you” he slurred. “If I have not lost my virginity by the end of the year, I’m gonna ask you for my first head job!” He finished speaking and began laughing with a few of his mates like it would never happen. Even drunk I thought he was a bold character as to talk about gay sex out in the open and in front of his mates as it was still taboo in those days to do so. I concluded that the joke was on me.

So, I continued on my way back to my room and paid no more attention to the loose promise I had just made with the drunk first year TRIP (TRIP was his college nickname given to him by some third-year students during orientation week because he appeared to be tripping all the time). Though I did ask myself would he have proposed his intentions to me if he was sober?

I was the only open, proud Gay student that lived in the old college’s dormitories. I was considered an outsider by most, outcast by some but still had a great group of loving and understanding friends of both genders. I was never directedly targeted for being homosexual and I never let the haters bring me down. I was attending a rural campus of the University of Western Sydney, where there were only a handful of city born students living in the dorms, the rest of the residences were all farmers sons and daughters, true Rednecks through and through.

It was cold, I was stoned so I just wanted to chill out to some music before I turned in for the night.

I may have been asleep for a minute or two before there was a loud knock at my door. I was not impressed, so I jumped out of my bed, did not bother to dress (I slept unhindered by boxer shorts or pyjamas) and did not care who I

was about to offend by giving them an eye full of my nakedness. I planned to also be offensive with my words too! Loudly, again the person knocked.

I opened the door with an audible huff only to get the surprise of my life. It was a drunken TRIP. He too was completely naked and had walked to my door this way. He had nothing to be ashamed about with a body like his. I just hoped no one worked out where he ended up because if they had he would be put on the outer like me. I was in third year and definitely could handle myself against the Rednecks, but I was not so sure he could.

I quickly pulled him inside and locked the door behind us leaving us standing in complete darkness. Before I turned on my light, I made a smart remark, “you are about six months early.”

He laughed. “I could not wait”.

I did not get much of a chance to inspect his physick as I pulled him into the darkness of my dorm room so I turned on the light to illuminate my small space so I could see his naked body and let him see mine.

As soon as we could see we focussed our respective gazes to get a good look at each other’s packages, and from his smile he liked what was standing erect from between my legs; not only had TRIP walked to my room naked, but he had also done so with his hardon on display.

That blew me away, so did the fact he just laid down onto my bed before I had a chance to ask him too, patting the space next to him, indicating he wanted me to join him there. As I began to do so, I spoke.

“I’m only looking out for you TRIP; does anyone know you’re here?” I had to ask.

“Nope.” He said cheekily.

“And did anyone see you knock on my door, naked with your hardon?” I really did not want him to have to deal with the same discrimination I copped from the Redneck homophobes on campus.

“Nope but I think your hardon wants you to join me and mine.” He insisted that he stayed with another cheeky grin. It had been quite a while since I had sex with a hot young guy like TRIP, so I dropped all of my reservations and allowed myself to look forward to what was about to happen between us.

Without talking anymore, I laid down next to TRIP before I rolled onto my side, so we were both facing each other. He began to play with his own cock while staring at mine. I reached out and took hold of his hard penis and began giving him his first Hand-Job, the first one he has ever had in life. The slight moaning and groaning he let out of his mouth told me he really was enjoying being pulled off by another person, another man. As I did this to him, I began to also pull on my own cock.

“let’s make this fair.” TRIP announced excitedly as he quickly took hold of my cock and began to pull on it, keeping the same rhythm of movement as me. I was not expecting him to touch me back or make me feel so good, after all this was his first sexual experience and I thought he was only here for the pleasure I could give him. But as he said he wanted to play fair.

“How does my dick feel in your hand?” I asked.

“Great! Am I pulling you the right way? He enquired in return.

“Yes, it feels excellent.” I told him and I was not leading him on or fibbing. He definitely knew what he was doing with his hand as I had started to leak out some precum. I looked from my penis to his to notice that he too was also leaking. This confirmed to me that I was truly turning him on.

We continued our mutual masturbation for a good half an hour as we were both enjoying ourselves so much. It just felt good laying there enjoying the sensations we were giving each other. I broke the silence first.

“Look at our cock’s TRIP, they are almost identical in size and shape, the only difference is the colour of our pubic hair”. His was dark brown, mine was orangey brown in tone.

“I like the fact you are uncut like me.” TRIP added to my observation about our respective penises before adding, “your balls look a bit heavier and larger than mine”. As he said this, he let go of my extremely hardened cock and cupped his hands around my balls, “nice” he announced. I let out a sigh of pleasure and laid there enjoying my nuts being gently played with, so I decided to do the same and gave him a testicular massage in the same manner as he was giving to me.

“How long is yours?” he asked.

“Not sure bro, I have never measured it” I lied.

“Me either.” I knew he was lying too from the cheeky grin on his face. “Do you have a ruler?'' he then asked.

“I sure do, in the top draw of my desk. Eagerly he got off the bed to retrieve the tool for measurement.” This gave me a great opportunity to check out his more than hot bubble butt. It was smooth, muscular, and looked delicious. I wondered then how open he would be to the idea of Rimming? For an arse like his I was incredibly open to the idea myself. He was so horny that he kept jacking himself off until once more we were laying side by side.

He held his cock straight up and placed the beginning end of the ruler up against his body where his dick started to grow out from it. Using the inch measurement (we use the metric system in Australia, but cocks are still measured on the imperial scale, it could be just one of life’s tiny oddities or our generation was flooded with too much American porn), he placed the side of the ruler against the side of his penis and tried to straighten its slight bend upwards, so it was measured correctly at 6.5”.

“And I bet you think you had a small cock!” I had to laugh as I said this.

“Well yeah, and I have not seen many real ones, as in dicks that don’t belong to porn stars’ he blushed which gave him an extra cute look”. He looked back at his penis and just to be sure measured it again.

“Your cock is bigger than most ‘real’ cocks I have seen. As you said we are the same size which I agree we are. Plenty of guys are much smaller than me. Some only 4” tops. You should be proud of that dick TRIP. It's big and it looks good!” I gave him a big reassuring smile.

“You mean it?” He smiled back with far more confidence.

“I mean it”. TRIP then tossed the ruler aside and we got back down to playing with each other.

If he had any nerves, he definitely hid them well, but frankly nothing could have wiped the smile of his face, just from this simple act of pulling each other off. I decided then I was ready to show him more, that was only if TRIP wanted to progress our sexual situation. I did not want him to feel forced or obligated into anything. What we were doing was fine, but I did want to offer more of myself to him.

“Are you ready, I asked?” after a slight pause he spoke.

“No, don’t cum yet, I want to keep having fun with you!” He sounded a bit concerned over the thought that our experience might be ending.

“I’m not ready to cum yet TRIP I just wanted to know if you are ready, ready for more? I ask him again.

“Like what?” he smiled knowing what we had agreed to when we spoke earlier in the night at the pub. I wanted to make it special for TRIP because he was still a virgin.

“Your first blow job” I answered as I looked at the excitement grow and cover his face and, in my hand, I felt his cock twitch with anticipation.

“What do I do?” TRIP asked as I sat up to reposition my body, so my face was hovering above his crutch.

“Just lay there my friend and enjoy” I chuckled again.

I did not rush, first I licked his precum from the head of his penis and then circled its head with my tongue before I took it into my mouth. I used my lips to roll his foreskin completely back and as I did, I heard his breathing increase to keep up with his rapid heartbeat and he whispered to himself “Oh my god”. Slowly I let my mouth slide down the length of his cock until I had it all within my mouth. I paused before sucking harder while I slowly let my mouth slide up back to the head of his dick. I kept it slow for a minute before I quickened my movement.

“Fuck! That feels amazing, far better than I thought it would.” so I could speak I pulled his dick out of my mouth.

“Good, but whisper I don’t want anyone to hear us, it will bring you trouble as I have already warned.

“I don’t care, keep going please” TRIP begged, so I did.

Then he surprised me in the nicest way. “Can I suck you off too, as in I want to try it out?” I was amazed by his eagerness again.

“Of course, you can, want to 69?” I suggested.

“Sounds good to me, but what’s a 69?” I loved how innocently he asked.

“A 69 is where we both blow each other at the same time, surely you have seen the position in the porn you watched?” It took him half a second to work out what I meant.

“I know what you mean now.” TRIP answered. I loved the fact that I was also educating this younger male.

“Roll back onto your side again.” I instructed. As he did, I rearranged my position on my bed so both of our faces faced each other’s groins. He took hold of my cock and like a natural he began to suck on me. I wasted no time and began blowing him again. It felt more than good.

I knew he would not last long, and he mumbled something I did not understand so I asked him to tell me so I could get what he was trying to communicate.

“I’m going to blow my load, should I pull out of your mouth?” he was very polite.

“Don’t you dare!” I answered quickly so I could get his dick back in my mouth before he blew his load elsewhere. I was craving the taste of his cum, plus I was still loving the sensation I was getting from the silky skin of his uncut head probing at the back of my throat and moving across my tongue.

He began to bop up and down more rapidly on my cock, following my lead but he surprised me by stroking the back of my head and neck. I recognised this as a sign of affection, not an act of lust.

Then he could not take anymore, and he ejaculated a huge load of semen into my mouth that I happily swallowed. Because it was his first time I withdrew from his mouth and tugged on myself once or twice before I blew my own huge load over my chest and stomach. We were out of breath, and both chose to lay there in the afterglow of our physical interaction. It was then he took my hand and just held it, then he kissed me softly on the side of my face. My heart honestly skipped a beat. Was this one-night stand going to become more than just that? I did not get too long think about it.

“Want to do it again?” His grin was from ear to ear; he was so hot how could I refuse plus I was feeling close to him on a different level due to his affectionate actions. So, we did it again before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

The next morning, I woke up before TRIP. I figured he needed more sleep, so I rolled over to hug him back (He had not let me out of his arms for the majority of our sleep). This woke him a little and I heard him say “Last night was amazing I never want to go home” before he passed out again and continued to snore ever so slightly.

From the light streaming through the cracks in my blinds, the weather appeared to be nice outside, but I was happy laying in the dark and from the look and sounds he was creating with his nose TRIP had no intention of waking up any time soon.

I did not want him to go. I was still enjoying the warmth of his naked body been pressed against my own. I enjoyed laying so close to him. For one second, I thought to myself how nice it would be to wake up like this every morning, then I let the idea go. I was happy but did not want to experience any disappointment, I decided I was not going to ask to date him, a) in our environment he would be publicly ridiculed like I have been and b) I was still waiting to find out if TRIP considered last night a drunken mistake? Or had he meant what he had just said?

It was to my relief that as soon as he opened his eyes, he rolled over to face me he muttered “How was I? You made me feel good, no, even better than good, close to perfect!”. I did not answer, I just stared into his sparkly blue eyes and smiled. His grin again was from ear to ear. Then he burst out into a fit of laughter.

“Where are my clothes?” he sat up a little to take a look around my tiny dorm room.

“You came here naked, remember?” I giggled at the memory.

“That’s sounds about right” he joined in with my laughter, “Imagine what the others are going to say when I walk out of here in my birthday suit!” He added.

“Don’t be silly, you can borrow some of my clothes” I offered.

“You’re too good to me” and then TRIP gently kissed me on the lips for the first time before he allowed me to jump out of bed to find him some of my clothes to wear. I did not care about my own nakedness.

As soon as I stood up, he commented, “Your arse is nice, very nice” I did not realise he too had gotten up. I was nicely surprised to feel his strong youthful arms wrap around me and his semi-hard dick pressed into the crack of my arse.

“Are you still looking for trouble?” I said playfully.

“Maybe” he snickered.

“You know I won’t say no, don’t you?” I spoke seriously.

“Yep, I know”.

I had a lecture to attend so letting him explore more of his sexuality would have to wait.

“I have to go.” I said before I handed him a T-shirt and pair of shorts, “but I meant what I said”.

He sadly hid his exquisite body beneath my clothes before he spoke again.

“Maybe a naked first year will knock on your door tonight and maybe you will let him in again”. I could not hide my smile, nor could he at his suggestion.

“Maybe this third year is praying for that!” I was so happy; I could really fall for a guy like TRIP, perhaps I already was.

I was so excited about TRIP I did not hear one word that was said in my lecture. After which I went and showered before returning to my room, where I got back into bed and nervously waited. I still was wondering if he was being friendly and polite with his words or did, he say them meaningly. Time spent waiting moves slower than time spent active, as we all know, and time dragged away slowly that afternoon.

I was still a little tied from the previous night’s oral sex marathon so at about sunset I drifted off to sleep. And I can happily tell you that around 9pm there was a knock on my door. Tonight, it did not piss me off, I wasted no time in opening the door, again it was TRIP entirely naked apart from a ribbon around his neck (which to this day I still have).

I closed the door before asking TRIP what the ribbon was for. What he said next took my breath away.

“I don’t have money to buy you a present, so I give you this” he smiled gently as he held my face and kissed me. “I give myself to you”.

And what a gift he was to open!

I only had two concerns…The Rednecks and time.

To Be Continued in TRIP part 2 “Until Summer part 2”.