Ben is Shown the Ropes Ch. 04

Ben is Shown the Ropes Ch. 04 by verdunsears

Discover the steamy latest installment of 'Ben is Shown the Ropes Ch. 04'—a captivating gay erotic sex story that explores passion, desire, and thrilling encounters. Join Ben on his exhilarating journey as he dives deeper into love and intimacy. Perfect for fans of LGBTQ+ romance and erotic fiction!<br/> It was the summer of 1971 and I was a skinny 20 year old college student living in a university town in southern England. I’d been introduced to gay BDSM six months earlier, and for three of those months had been a regular fuck buddy of Robert, a stern older top. Before departing for his home in Scotland, we’d partied with four hot guys. I spent the following month remembering that party, missing him and wondering about a replacement for him.

I’d been totally asexual for the first nineteen years of my life, not going out with girls or with boys, so having come out with a bang six months before, I was desperate now to catch up with all the sex I’d missed out on.

A couple of Saturdays after he left for Scotland; I went back to the Queen Alexandra, the only pub in town with a gay-friendly night. I’d met him there and we’d gone there for drinks often while we were playing together. I knew I wouldn’t find another bloke like Robert straight away, but hoped there’d be a reasonable-looking bloke interested in me. But no longer being a fresh face to the regular crowd and probably too picky myself, I failed to attract much interest that night or on subsequent Saturday nights. I went home once with someone who looked like a leather top, but he turned out to be a vanilla bottom who threw his legs up in the air! Having been lucky to find Robert on that first night out, I had to face the truth; bottom boys were plentiful and masterful tops were not!

Hesitant about approaching my fellow students at the University, and depressed at my lack of success at the Queen Alexandra, I stayed in my college room for the next two Saturday nights, masturbating over my memories of Robert and the guys from the party. The lack of connections at the pub was painful and disappointing; if only a replacement for Robert would magically appear!

However, there was someone I was thinking about while I wanked my dick, and that was Alex, an attractive bloke who I’d met when Robert and I had dropped by his house. Alex had seemed interested in me; partly because Robert had told him about my interest in submissive sex. I’d been attracted to him; he was my height, slim but not as skinny as me, dark-haired, clean-shaven and brown eyed. I’d only spent a few minutes with him, but the way he touched me and looked at me had excited me so much that he became a regular jerk-off image. But, unfortunately, he and his partner lived in London and had only been in town for a short time while they arranged the sale of an old family home.

My disappointing sex life continued almost until the end of the University term. One Wednesday afternoon I was spending the day studying for final exams, and popped into the college cafeteria near the end of lunch hour to get a coffee. Sitting down to drinkt, I glanced around the nearly empty room and was surprised to see the spitting image of Alex talking to one of my history professors. Only seeing his profile, I wasn’t absolutely sure it was him, but when he turned his head in my direction I knew it was him. He gave me a quick look, which seemed to show me that that he recognized me but couldn’t remember exactly why.

I was disappointed, but after all, we’d interacted for less than ten minutes a month ago. Soon the two men got up and walked out, leaving me to my coffee in what now an empty room. But a couple of minutes later, I looked up and he was striding back in my direction. He sat opposite me and smiled.

“I just realized where I know you from. You’re the boy with the butt plug up his bum that day with Robert, right? I just remembered he said you were a student here. I don’t suppose your degree is in cock sucking? Though if I remember from what he said, you don’t need training in that subject! So, how are you, bottom boy?”

After that indecent beginning, he settled down for a few minutes of normal conversation, telling me that my professor was an old friend from his own university days, and asking me about the courses I was actually taking. It wasn’t long before we ran out of polite chit chat as the sexual tension rose between us. Sensing I was too nervous to speak, he took charge and asked me if I lived in town or had a dorm room.

When I admitted to living two floors above where we were sitting, he asked what were we doing sitting in an empty cafeteria? I led him up two flights of stairs, down a corridor and opened the door to my room. Walking in after me, he closed the door and pushed me up against it, put one hand on my chest to hold me still while the other dropped between my legs and grabbed my balls. I offered no resistance, dropping my arms to my sides, looking into his eyes, eager to know what he intended.

My cock had grown hard just sitting across from him in the cafeteria, a fact that was now all-too obvious to Alex. The hand pressing me against the door moved over and slid under my shirt until it reached a nipple. Continuing to squeeze my balls while twisting my nipple, he bit down hard on my neck. I’d be spending the next few days trying to hide a massive hickey, but in that moment I didn’t care.

Alex knew from Robert that I was a true submissive, so my eager acceptance of his manhandling came as no surprise. I made no attempt to stop what he was doing and was disappointed when he suddenly let go, and sat down on my desk chair.

“I’ve got an appointment at three o’clock across town, so we don’t have much time. Get those clothes off; I want a good look at you. Once you’re naked I’ll let you suck my dick.”

I was only wearing a t-shirt, jeans, jockey shorts and trainers, so it only took a minute to get naked. He gave me a good looking over, and then motioned me to turn around..

“Skinny, but your bum’s good and plump. I bet I’ll jiggle when I fuck you. OK, on your knees and crawl over here. I don’t have time to waste.”

As I made my way across the rug, he pulled his trousers and underwear down to his ankles, exposing a half-hard, seven inch, uncut dick. Licking my lips, I stared for just a moment then leant forward to lick his balls, swirl my tongue in and around the foreskin, and then lick his whole length. His cock tasted of aromatic shower soap, which was disappointing, since I preferred sweaty dicks with hints of piss and cum. But, it was rock-hard, so I took him to the back of my throat, happily sucking away to my heart’s content.

Unfortunately, since he was in a hurry, I only got five minutes of licking and sucking before he pushed me off and rose to his feet.

“Get on your back and wank that cock. It’s looked ready to blow ever since you walked in here.”

He stood over me, jerking his own cock, which was glistening with my saliva, and after telling me to open my mouth, directed his first volley of cum into it, with the rest landing on my forehead, cheek and neck. I was so close to the edge that my own cum burst out almost simultaneously, with cum ending up on my chest and stomach.

Smirking at me as I lay in a mess at his feet, he pulled his underwear and trousers back up, told me I’d been a good boy and stood with his hand on the door knob. I was disappointed; I’d fantasized about him for the last month; and now he was running off after playing with me for a quarter of an hour! He’d used me to get himself off and I figured this would be the last I’d see of him.

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