I spent much of the weekend with a student fresher, and it did feel like going back to school, albeit with he as pupil and me as teacher. Since settling in Brighton it has become something of an annual event, even legend, at this time of year to go fresh student cock hunting. For the coach loads of fresh-faced, fresh-arsed, wide-eyed, frequently erect, hormonally explosive first year homo’s arriving from the Shires at Gay Mecca, this is what they’ve been having wet dreams about and wanking over, all the time explaining to their parents that they chose Brighton purely because of the University’s reputation etc, and this past weekend was their first big chance to get their feet wet, not just their navel, and discover for themselves if all those scary stories told back in The Shire about vest-wearing trolls who would attack you with their clubs at the first opportunity are true; or, as they hope, its all just like a pop video by their favourite boyband. So, with their best interests at heart and with the intention of being on hand, you understand, should some naughty, older homo try and take advantage, I headed out with the rest of the House to Brighton’s biggest gay club; Revenge.

To cut a long story short, I met Tim, bought him some drinks, we danced, I seduced him with my older homo worldliness and he came back to mine. Tim is classic homo-in-transition; a bit of an assortment of fashions, mannerisms, and tastes. He spoke with a cut-glass accent, using words like “mate” a lot, but then slipping into camp; he was dressed in that scruffy, baggy style favoured by British bands in the mid-90s, but with piercings and – is that eyeliner? I’d soon stripped him down and he had a lovely defined body, broad shoulders, not much hair. He looked like he must have spent a lot of his college days on the sports field. His cock was average length, but with a nice girth that bulged in the middle and then, again, at the head, which was sheathed by a sizeable foreskin (nice for tongue play). He was a real fumbler in bed; to start with he just concentrated on kissing, which he was good at, but totally ignored my cock, so I took charge and decided to show him a thing or two. He was on his back, so I thrust his arms above his head and started to explore him with my tongue, causing satisfying groans. It was exciting, having someone so inexperienced, knowing you couldn’t loose, that anything you did, to them, would be amazing. I spent some time with my lips and tongue around his cock, and then moved up to attend to his mouth, at which point he instructed me to fuck him; I was there. Can you imagine how hard my cock went when he revealed this was his first time? Stuff of dreams. He really didn’t have a clue; just lay on the bed with interest as I produced lube and condom and grabbed a couple of pillows. I decided that from behind would be best for this bum-virgin and manoeuvred him into a position of bending over the side of the bed, his rear raised up by the pillows and his legs spread apart. I lubed him up – yes, it was tight – and began the first fuck of his life. I took it slow; occasionally he would tense or put his hand up to stop me, but eventually I had him on his back, ankles on my shoulders, thrusting hard and fast. I started to wank him, but he moved my hand; he was obviously close, which made me go even faster. Then we both came.

He slept over until Sunday; I fucked him again, and we spent most of the day together. He’s sent a few texts since then. I don’t think I’ll be seeing him again, though; yes, it was sexy exploring uncharted territory, but you can’t beat a guy who’s graduated from the School of Gay Sex.

*Update* Still no word from Bus Guy.