Taylor was a handsome boy whom I found myself lusting over in class during the second semester of my sophomore year. He was adorable: about 5’10”, almost painfully thin, lanky with long arms and legs, was quite swishy when he walked, and had many other boarder-line flamboyant mannerisms. I had overheard several guys talking about him in the student lounge; one of them, a great big football player-type, was talking about “roughing up that string-bean faggot” … which alerted my attention. I didn’t want to see this sweetie hurt, so I made a point of warning him in class that afternoon that he was being targeted for bullying by some of the campus brutes. He looked frightened, and thanked me for alerting him, and I noticed that he hung close by me that afternoon, and even showed up near me as I was making my way back to my dorm that evening. I asked him if he was ok, and he admitted that he was scared and asked me to point out some of the guys who had been talking about roughing him up. Sure enough, maybe fifty yards behind us on the sidewalk I spotted one of them, following us, and I pointed in the guy’s general direction. Taylor looked startled, and the blood drained from his face, so I offered to escort him back to his dorm, which was on the way to mine. He thanked me and we made our way quickly there; he moved ahead of me, picking up the pace as we got closer to the building, and I admired his pert little butt, wedged tightly into his jeans, as we climbed the steps to his third-floor dorm room and, without being invited, I followed him in through his door.
In the middle of his room Taylor stood shaking and holding himself with his arms around his narrow waist. I went up behind him, stood very close to him, and lightly touched him on his shoulders as I said: “It’s ok; you’re safe.” Without hesitation, he turned around and rested his head on my shoulder as he began to sob. I put my arms around him, gathering him into my embrace, and began cooing to him as I gently rocked him back-and-forth. After several minutes, his sobs subsided, and his trembling calmed down. He put his hands on my chest, gently pushed himself back, and looked up at me. I smiled at him, used a finger to move his perpetually drooping hair out of his face, and said “You’re a very sexy guy.”
“You think so?” he asked. I nodded and affirmed it, telling him that he was beautiful, felt good in my arms, and smelled good to me, too. He replied that it was fear sweat, and I said that boy-sweat always smells good. He laughed, suddenly, and asked if he could kiss me. I didn’t answer, but also didn’t hesitate: I reached out, gathered his boney frame back into my strong arms, and began to kiss him passionately on the lips. Taylor went from being ridged with fear to being soft in my arms as we made out. I kissed his lips, his cheeks, and his forehead, paying careful attention to licking my tongue along his eyebrows then down and along his very sharp jawline. He was very handsome, in an angular sort of way, with striking blue eyes, pale skin, thin strawberry blond hair, high cheekbones, a pointed chin, and a thin nose. I paused for a moment and gazed into his eyes and he shivered with excitement, whispered how amazing my touch was, and then he said: “Please stay with me.”
Without asking, I took off his clothing, revealing that he was as slender and as smooth a boy as I had hoped. My cock, which had already been uncoiling in my underwear while I held him, quickly thickened and lengthened down my right pant leg. Taylor gripped my cock through my jeans and made noises about how big and stiff it was. “The better to poke you with, my dear.” I joked. He laughed at my humor as he stroked my trouser snake through my trousers, and then he abruptly asked me to take off my clothing. “I want my hero to be as naked as I am.” I grinned from ear to ear and quietly stripped until we were both standing nude in the middle of his dorm room. “You’re big” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Turn around.” I did, and he added “kind of like a bear.” I turned back to him, scratched the fur on my chest, and then my armpit, and said: “I am a bear.” He grinned and then abruptly turned around, bent over, grabbed his cheeks, and pealed them wide apart as he said: “come inside, I’m nice and warm.” So, I did.
I stepped up to Taylor, slapped my cock against his ass crack, and slid it back and forth and up and down, all the while creaming up a large amount of precum all over his butt. He reached into to his nightstand, brought out a bottle of lube, and handed it to me; I poured out some onto my cock like mustard onto a hot dog, then worked some more into his hole as I pushed him down onto his twin bed. I positioned him carefully, his legs splayed wide and his ass at the perfect height for me to fuck while standing beside his bed. I pressed inward and, as I watched, my cock sank deeply and without resistance into Taylor’s hot, wide-open hole. I paused while penetrating, backed up slightly, and then sank all the way in until I felt the head of my dick mash against the back of his rectum. With that, he sighed and said: “I’ve got you.” And, indeed, he did: the head of my cock was touching his second hole, my shaft was completely filling is rectum, the base of my cock was fully clinched by his sphincter, and as we held still I could feel his heart beating strong and fast while my balls touched his. It was wonderful.
I fucked this slutty string-bean more than once that night, and enjoyed it immensely. It’s not like I hadn’t been getting a lot of sex: juggling Ryan, Shaun, and Doug had been keeping me very busy, but for some reason I was exceptionally horny right then. I had cum the night before, but there was something about the vulnerability of this guy, and his moderately tall and very thin frame, that drew my affections and my lust. And, so, I pounded hard into Taylor’s small butt, watching as his ass repeatedly gobbled up my long, thick dick to its base. Each time I plowed in I hit bottom, but I knew that his rectum was deep enough that I probably wouldn’t be able to easily go through his second hole, so I didn’t try; I just pleasured myself with his tight anal canal, which was gripping my cock along its full length as I rammed into him and then pulled back out. I pounded his ass very hard that first time, not slowing down to take my time and prolong the experience for both of us. For some reason, I wanted to go straight to the orgasm, and after only 10 or so minutes I was dumping a load in him without even having to try. I then cuddled down on his bed with him, caressed his body all over, and stroked his long but slender dick until he came all over his creamy smooth front. We both rested for maybe a half hour and got to know each other: he was from Los Angeles and was a student in the fine arts school; he was fascinated that I was a major in Philosophy of Religion and Russian language, and that occasioned an interesting conversation about God and homosexuality.
After talking about ourselves for quite a while, we began to kiss again and, before I knew it, we were both very hard. I flipped him onto his back, got up onto my knees, added some more lube to my dick, put Taylor’s long skinny legs over my shoulders, and entered him again. He loved it, held on to me, whimpered and cried, and with his cock rubbing on my stomach he quickly spurted a load of cum between us. I kept on fucking, deep and long, with strokes that pulled my dick all the way out and then buried me all the way back in. I was taking it slow this time, savoring it as I fucked: the expressions of ecstasy his face, the feel of him clinging onto my shoulders and pulling himself up to press his body against mine, the feel of his cock hardening up between us yet again, the words of encouragement that he kept whispering to me, and then – suddenly, and to my delight – the realization that I was repeatedly punching through his inner hole! This position gave me just the right angle to get through his junction, even though it was only my head that was penetrating. My cock pulsed with excitement, swelled even more, and before I knew it I was having to work hard to keep from nutting too soon. I didn’t want this to end, so I slowed to a stop with my cock’s head firmly pressed into his colon, and I held it there for a good 30 seconds while I gazed deeply into his eyes and he into mine. We then kissed, long and passionately, and it was then that I pushed as hard and as deeply as I could until I felt a bit more of my dick penetrate through his second hole; with that, I felt the “freight train” go roaring down my back, my cock shuddered, and I unloaded a massive wad deep within him.
Taylor was a great fuck, enthusiastic and willing to try all sorts of things. I think we had sex a third time that night, with him riding me for a very long time, relishing the feel of my thick dick inside his well-experienced hole. At one point I distinctly remember him putting his arms above his head and me running my hands all over his long slender torso while he road me, his legs spread wide on either side of my waist and feet tucked up under my knees. Yes! I know who Taylor reminds me of today! Troye Sivan … the incredibly sexy young man whose pictures, videos, and music always turns me on.
A couple of days after our first time having sex I found out that one of the campus bullies had managed to rough Taylor up the very next day, but it wasn’t as terrible as it might have been. When I saw him at a party in another dorm a week later, he had a light bruise on his left cheek but otherwise didn’t seem the worse for wear. We talked about what happened, and he admitted to having gotten out of a worse beating by giving the guy a blow job. I congratulated him on his tactics, and he laughed and further admitted that he’d gotten my dick in the deal, too, so he considered it a “win-win-win!”
That remark led to us scoping out a dorm room with nobody in it; we got in, closed and locked the door, I stripped his clothing off of him, and he me, and I fucked him again. We never found out whose dorm room it was, but they had a bottle of lube in their nightstand (which we used) and I’m sure the guy was wondering where all the cum on his pillow and sheets came from! I remember pounding Taylor in the ass in 3 or 4 different positions. I especially remember him on his back, his legs up over his head, and me kneeling with my cock lodged all the way inside him. His eyes were closed, his mouth was open, and his dick was hard and throbbing, while I fucked him in long strokes, all the way in and all the way out. Without me touching his cock, as I punched through to his colon and blew my nut, Taylor yelped and burst a wad of cum that shot straight into his open mouth. God, that was wonderful to see and feel.
To be blunt, even with all the sex I was already getting (and I was having sex nearly every day with someone by that point in time during my sophomore year), I desperately wanted to see Taylor again. But, when I reached out a week later to try and set up a fuck-date, it turned out that he had a boyfriend and that the guy wasn’t too happy about sharing Taylor’s ass with another dude, so that little affair ended quickly. It flamed back to life briefly during my senior year, after I got back from my student exchange in the Soviet Union and discovered that he and his boyfriend had broken up. We were both in the same class (Drama Performance, a “distribution” course that I was required to take in another department beyond my majors) and got to talking. One thing led to another, and that afternoon we went to his dorm room to make out and have sex. I fucked him hard and dumped a couple of loads into his slutty hole. We cuddled and talk, we fucked again, and then I left. We saw each other for sex a couple more times after that, but I noticed that he was dating yet another guy, and after a few weeks of off-and-on sex together we both agreed that he should really be focusing his attention more on the other guy. It was mutual, and there were no hard feelings.
Still, Taylor was fun: he was hot, cute, and had a nice hole into which I might dump some cum. I would have kept fucking him, had circumstances been different. He really was a perfect, tall, lanky twink. Several years ago I managed to reestablish contact with him through Facebook and I'm pleased to say that he's happy and healthy. He's with a big honking bear of a dude who's into leather and is, in my opinion, a very lucky guy.
