Bo and Me

I still remember my first gay experience. I was with my cross-country team on a trip to the state meet in November of my junior year of college. Only our top runner had qualified, but some of the rest of us went along for moral support. We left campus early that Friday and made the two and a half hour drive down to the town where the meet would be held. We had reservations for three rooms at the Best Western, and we would be sleeping four to a room.

We pulled up to the place and noticed that it looked a little crummy. The blue and yellow sign was faded and the facade of the building looked about twenty-five years old. The windows were tiny and could not be opened, and the pool didn’t seem much bigger than the van we were in.

Our coach came out after checking in and said, “Well guys, I’ve got some good news and some bad news. The good news is, we have six rooms at no extra charge.” When the cheering subsided, he continued, “the bad news is that the rooms only have one twin bed and they are pretty small. But this was the only place we could get and it is only for one night.”

We went inside, and sure enough, Coach was right. It was small! We had originally planned for me and three other freshman to stay in one room, our runner, two juniors, and a sophomore to stay in another, and our two coaches to stay in the third. Now we had to split up once again.

I ended up sharing a room with Bo, and that’s where this story begins…

Bo had just turned twenty, but he looked much younger than that. He had blond hair parted in the middle that hung over his ears, a few faint freckles, and a skinny body. He was a little under five feet tall and could hardly pass for a college student.

I was much different. Only three months older, I was six feet tall, with a deep voice, plenty of body hair, and a seven inch cock that I am extremely proud of. At this point in life I was bisexual and had no problem with doing it with guys. And I had fantasized about getting together with Bo all the time.
I never thought anything would come of it, though. I mean, I know lots of boys engage in casual sex play, but why would his cute guy be attracted to a hairy goon like me? I’ll never know.

We all went out to dinner in the van, and then went to a mall. It was almost ten o’clock when we came back, and our coaches reminded the guy who was running the next day (his name was John) that he should be getting to bed. The rest of us went down to the workout room to lift weights, myself and Bo included.

When we came back to our rooms about an hour later, we were sweaty and exhausted.

The place was pretty much a dump. It consisted of a dresser, the twin bed, a table and two rickety chairs, and a small TV. It was maybe 12′ by 12′ at most, including the bathroom. Plus the heat wasn’t working, and the room was at least five degrees colder than it should have been.

“Hey, let me get in the shower before bed, okay?” Bo asked, shucking off his shirt and showing me his cute, wiry torso.

“I was going to shower,” I objected, “and I don’t want to be up too late.”

Then he said the words that got the whole thing started. “Well, the shower’s big enough for both of us.”

He sounded a little nervous about saying it. I couldn’t believe he was making the bold first step, but I had to take this opportunity because there might not be another one. 

“Yeah, okay,” I said casually. “I mean, we’re both guys; it doesn’t matter.” I took off my shirt and slipped out of my shorts. Bo was already naked.

His cock hung down maybe two and a half inches from his little body in its semi-flaccid state. When I pulled off my boxers and revealed my monster. I guess seven inches isn’t that much of a monster, but it was bigger than most guys I had seen.

“Wow, yours is big,” he said.

“Yours isn’t that small, I like small cocks,” I reassured him, stepping into the tiny bathtub.

“What do you mean?”, he asked. I realized my slip-up and ignored the question.

It was an outright lie for him to say that the shower was big enough for both of us, but I was glad.

I was beginning to get horny over his naked body and I had a feeling he had similar thoughts. Why else would he suggest showering together?

I washed my hair and he washed his, with the two of us basically avoiding body contact. We soaped ourselves up and rinsed off, and just as I was about to get out, Bo said, “Hey could you wash my back for me? I can’t reach it with the soap.”

I was actually getting a chance to TOUCH this guy’s naked back, and with his permission to boot! By this point we had both descended into that horny state teenagers know about; that state where the ugliest chick on campus could ask you to fuck her and you would oblige her. There was no turning back now.

“Sure,” I said, and casually began rubbing his wet back like it was something I was used to doing with cute boys. Gradually I grew bolder and my hands went lower, until I was caressing his soapy buttcheeks with only the inch-thick soap separating my hands from his round little ass. He didn’t say anything, he just let me do this. Finally he turned around and said, “Okay, now I’ll do you.”

He started massaging my ass right away! He rubbed the soap through the hair of my upper thigh, and with his free hand was feeling on my ass! I couldn’t believe this turn of events!

Suddenly he stopped. “Let’s get out of the shower before we use up all the hot water,” he said.

I agreed and we left the bathroom, grabbing tiny little hand towels on the way out to dry ourselves off.

There was no modesty now that we had seen each other’s penises, so we didn’t bother covering up with the towels. The water had managed to shrink both my dick and his, so that mine was hanging down about two and a half inches and his about half an inch. They looked the similar, but his was completely hairless and I had coarse, bushy, long strands of pubic hair all over my crotch and balls. We dried off casually, and I went to put the towel back in the bathroom.

I don’t know how we sensed each other’s feelings, but we did. As I walked past him, he looked into my eyes and it was like the entire contents of our brains were being exchanged. I bent down and wrapped my lips around his, and our hands squeezed each other’s asses. His tongue and mine were like one as we explored the crevices of each other’s mouths.

Suddenly we heard a sharp knock at the door. Thinking quickly, I jumped into bed and threw the covers up to my neck, and Bo wrapped a towel around his waist before going to answer the door.

It was Mike and Adam. They were just checking to see what was up, and we chatted for a few minutes. They were completely unaware of the undercurrent of sex in the room.

When they left, however, neither Bo nor I had the balls to get up and restart the kiss. It was like none of this had ever happened.

“Hey, can I share the bed with you?” Bo asked, coming towards me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his naked hairless cock.

“Of course,” I replied, and he got in next to me. It was such a tight squeeze that our naked butts rubbed against each other, but we both pretended not to notice.

I grabbed the remote control and started channel-surfing until I came across a porn flick. Well, it wasn’t exactly a porno flick, it was one of those late-night, low-budget Cinemax movies where all they show is tits. Still, it was better than the Weather Channel.

We watched together for awhile, until I looked at Bo’s face. He looked back at me,
and it happened again. This time our lips locked for more than five minutes, and no one interrupted us.

When we broke apart, Bo said, “Um, this movie makes me really want to jerk off,” and looked expectantly at me, hoping I’d suggest that we do it together. Nope.

Boldly I interjected, “No, I’ve got a better idea,” and I threw off the covers and wrapped my mouth around his four-inch hairless boner!

The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I loved his little cock. I licked it and I sucked it, and it wasn’t more than two minutes before Bo’s hips began bucking.

“I-I’m cu-cumming!!!!” he yelled as his spurting cock filled my mouth with his hot sticky semen. I was surprised that he could produce so much cum. We lay back as I savored the taste of his spunk, and then it was his turn to do me.

He wrapped his mouth around my seven-incher (he must have had practice because I don’t know how he fit it in) and I felt a wonderful warmth come over my balls. Even sooner than Bo had, I shot my cum into his mouth. It dribbled down his chin and onto my leg before he could swallow it all. I lifted his head and kissed him passionately, tasting my own cum on his lips. After this we turned off the television and went to sleep in each other’s arms.

I wish I could say that we became best friends and fucked daily, but the reality is, after that night we never did anything like that again. Although we saw each other from time to time, he avoided the subject of our night in the sleezy motel and I let it drop.

Now wish I had been a little bolder and asked to blow him again. He had the sweetest cum I have ever tasted, and now that I am much older, I have tasted a lot of cum.
I still remember my first gay experience. I was with my cross-country team on a trip to the state meet in
November of my junior year of college. Only our top runner had qualified, but some of the rest
of us went along for moral support. We left campus early that Friday and made the two and a half hour
drive down to the town where the meet would be held. We had reservations for three rooms at the Best
Western, and we would be sleeping four to a room.

We pulled up to the place and noticed that it looked a little crummy. The blue and yellow sign was
faded and the facade of the building looked about twenty-five years old. The windows were tiny and
could not be opened, and the pool didn’t seem much bigger than the van we were in.

Our coach came out after checking in and said, “Well guys, I’ve got some good news and some bad news.
The good news is, we have six rooms at no extra charge.” When the cheering subsided, he continued, “the bad
news is that the rooms only have one twin bed and they are pretty small. But this was the only place we could
get and it is only for one night.”

We went inside, and sure enough, Coach was right. It was small! We had originally planned for me and three
other freshman to stay in one room, our runner, two juniors, and a sophomore to stay in another, and our
two coaches to stay in the third. Now we had to split up once again.

I ended up sharing a room with Bo, and that’s where this story begins…

Bo had just turned twenty, but he looked much younger than that. He had blond hair parted in the middle that hung over his
ears, a few faint freckles, and a skinny body. He was a little under five feet tall and could hardly pass for a
college student.

I was much different. Only three months older, I was six feet tall, with a deep voice, plenty
of body hair, and a seven inch cock that I am extremely proud of. At this point in life I was bisexual
and had no problem with doing it with guys. And I had fantasized about getting together with Bo all the time.
I never thought anything would come of it, though. I mean, I know lots of boys engage in casual sex play, but
why would his cute guy be attracted to a hairy goon like me? I’ll never know.

We all went out to dinner in the van, and then went to a mall. It was almost ten o’clock when we came
back, and our coaches reminded the guy who was running the next day (his name was John) that he should be
getting to bed. The rest of us went down to the workout room to lift weights, myself and Bo included.
When we came back to our rooms about an hour later, we were sweaty and exhausted.

The place was pretty much a dump. It consisted of a dresser, the twin bed, a table and two rickety chairs,
and a small TV. It was maybe 12′ by 12′ at most, including the bathroom. Plus the heat wasn’t working,
and the room was at least five degrees colder than it should have been.

“Hey, let me get in the shower before bed, okay?” Bo asked, shucking off his shirt and showing me his
cute, wiry torso.

“I was going to shower,” I objected, “and I don’t want to be up too late.”

Then he said the words that got the whole thing started. “Well, the shower’s big enough for both of us.”
He sounded a little nervous about saying it. I couldn’t believe he was making the bold first step, but I had
to take this opportunity because there might not be another one. 

“Yeah, okay,” I said casually. “I mean, we’re both guys; it doesn’t matter.” I took off my shirt and
slipped out of my shorts. Bo was already naked.

His cock hung down maybe two and a half inches from his little body in its semi-flaccid state. When I
pulled off my boxers and revealed my monster. I guess seven inches isn’t that much of a monster, but it
was bigger than most guys I had seen. “Wow, yours is big,” he said.

“Yours isn’t that small, I like small cocks,” I reassured him, stepping into the tiny bathtub.
“What do you mean?”, he asked.  I realized my slip-up and ignored the question.


It was an outright lie for him to say that the shower was big enough for both of us, but I was glad.
I was beginning to get horny over his naked body and I had a feeling he had similar thoughts. Why else
would he suggest showering together?

I washed my hair and he washed his, with the two of us basically avoiding body contact. We soaped
ourselves up and rinsed off, and just as I was about to get out, Bo said, “Hey could you wash my
back for me? I can’t reach it with the soap.”

I was actually getting a chance to TOUCH this guy’s naked back, and with his permission to boot!
By this point we had both descended into that horny state teenagers know about; that state where
the ugliest chick on campus could ask you to fuck her and you would oblige her. There was no turning back now.

“Sure,” I said, and casually began rubbing his wet back like it was something I was used to doing
with cute boys. Gradually I grew bolder and my hands went lower, until I was caressing his soapy buttcheeks
with only the inch-thick soap separating my hands from his round little ass. He didn’t say anything, he just
let me do this. Finally he turned around and said, “Okay, now I’ll do you.”

He started massaging my ass right away! He rubbed the soap through the hair of my upper thigh, and with
his free hand was feeling on my ass! I couldn’t believe this turn of events!

Suddenly he stopped. “Let’s get out of the shower before we use up all the hot water,” he said.
I agreed and we left the bathroom, grabbing tiny little towels on the way out to dry ourselves off.

There was no modesty now that we had seen each other’s penises, so we didn’t bother covering up with the
towels. The water had managed to shrink both my dick and his, so that mine was hanging down about two and
a half inches and his about half an inch. They looked the similar, but his was completely hairless and I had
coarse, bushy, long strands of pubic hair all over my crotch and balls. We dried off casually, and I went to put the towel back in the bathroom.

I don’t know how we sensed each other’s feelings, but we did. As I walked past him, he looked into my
eyes and it was like the entire contents of our brains were being exchanged. I bent down and wrapped my
lips around his, and our hands squeezed each other’s asses. His tongue and mine were like one as we
explored the crevices of each other’s mouths.

Suddenly we heard a sharp knock at the door. Thinking quickly, I jumped into bed and threw the covers
up to my neck, and Bo wrapped a towel around his waist before going to answer the door.

It was Mike and Adam. They were just checking to see what was up, and we chatted for a few minutes. They were
completely unaware of the undercurrent of sex in the room. When they left, however, neither Bo nor I had the
balls to get up and restart the kiss. It was like none of this had ever happened.

“Hey, can I share the bed with you?” Bo asked, coming towards me. I couldn’t take my eyes off his
naked hairless cock.

“Of course,” I replied, and he got in next to me. It was such a tight squeeze that our naked butts
rubbed against each other, but we both pretended not to notice. I grabbed the remote control and
started channel-surfing until I came across a porn flick. Well, it wasn’t exactly a porno flick,
it was one of those late-night, low-budget Cinemax movies where all they show is tits. Still, it was
better than the Weather Channel.

We watched together for awhile, until I looked at Bo’s face. He looked back at me,
and it happened again. This time our lips locked for more than five minutes, and no one interrupted us.

When we broke apart, Bo said, “Um, this movie makes me really want to jerk off,” and looked expectantly
at me, hoping I’d suggest that we do it together. Nope.

Boldly I interjected, “No, I’ve got a better idea,” and I threw off the covers and wrapped my mouth around
his four-inch hairless boner!

The taste was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I loved his little cock. I licked it and I sucked it,
and it wasn’t more than two minutes before Bo’s hips began bucking. “I-I’m cu-cumming!!!!” he yelled
as his spurting cock filled my mouth with his hot sticky semen. I was surprised that he could produce so
much cum. We lay back as I savored the taste of his spunk, and then it was his turn to do me.

He wrapped his mouth around my seven-incher (he must have had practice because I don’t know how he fit
it in) and I felt a wonderful warmth come over my balls. Even sooner than Bo had, I shot my cum into
his mouth. It dribbled down his chin and onto my leg before he could swallow it all. I lifted his head
and kissed him passionately, tasting my own cum on his lips. After this we turned off the television and
went to sleep in each other’s arms.

I wish I could say that we became best friends and fucked daily, but the reality is, after that night
we never did anything like that again. Although we saw each other from time to time, he avoided the subject
of our night in the sleezy motel and I let it drop. Now wish I had been a little bolder and asked to blow him
again. He had the sweetest cum I have ever tasted, and now that I am much older, I have tasted a lot of cum.



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