My [F]irst Time at College

Heeeeyyy long time lurker, first time writer :p I thought my first college hookup would be a good first story!

This happened… maybe a month into freshman year (I’m about to start my senior year). A bunch of us were dorm drinking on a Friday night — chatting, listening to music, arguing about who was going in on a pizza.

We were in that awkward stage where everyone knew each other, but not well. Friendships and crushes were forming.

Speaking of crushes: I was no one’s first pick. I’m 5’3, with curly blonde hair and a cute face — all great assets. I’m curvy, too. But back then I was more apple than hourglass. Let’s just say, there were other girls the guys wanted to commit dormcest with — but I was the one feeling myself that night.

Anyway, we drank for hours. Around 11pm, a bunch decided to make a Taco Bell run. I was with the rest, maybe 5 of us (3 guys, me, and my friend Stacey), in the common area of our floor.

We were chatting about nothing when I blurt our (because you can only blurt when you’re drunk), “it’s so weird without Meghan here.” Meghan was my roommate. Her family lived nearby; she went home, homesick, that weekend. I was roomie-less. “It’s so nice not having to worry about waking her up… I feel like I should have a guy over or something.”

The group laughed. One of the guys, Tony, joked that if I wanted to fuck on Meghan’s bed, now was the time.

The conversation shifted as we told stories about our sex lives the way drunk, horny people do. Stacey talked about spending the night in a frat house. Tony talked about a girl he stayed with just for the blow jobs. One of the other guys talked about fucking his high school girlfriend hard and loud, thinking his parents weren’t home (spoiler: they were).

After a while, those three got up to leave for the bathroom, another drink, etc. I was left alone with the third guy, Dalton.

Speaking of crushes again: I did not have one on Dalton. He was okay. 5’7, with a i-work-out-twice-a-week-and-can-crush-a-six-pack body and short, buzzed hair. He was funny, though. His sex story was about the pros and cons of fucking in a portapotty during a music festival.

And after all the drinks and sex talk, I was pretty down to fuck anything. It had been a while for me.

So yeah. Me and Dalton. Dalton and me.

He brought it up.

“So when you said you wanted to have a guy over, did you mean any guy? ‘Cause I volunteer.”

I laughed. “I mean, not any guy. But I can’t say no to a volunteer.”

And just like that, we were walking back to my room.

We hopped onto my lofted bed and started to make out. We were sloppy — because we were drunk and new to each other. I felt him up over his basketball shorts. He was already hard and felt like a good size. He grabbed one of my tits over my dress.

“I’ve been staring at your huge fucking tits all night…”

He unzipped the back of my dress and I undid my bra. My tits popped out, and he took one in his hand again, kissing me. One of my hands went down his shorts and whipped his cock out. I stroked him while he groped me.

He was a good size: maybe 6 inches and decently girthy — a good all-arounder, like Mario in any kart or sports game. And like Mario, hair was a heavily featured. I like a hairy boy, but if he wanted me to go down on him, he’d need to take a man-scaping lesson.

Anyway.

“I’m so fucking horny,” he whispered before his mouth went to my nipple.

“Me too…” I had soaked through my panties. “Do you have a condom?”

“Do I need one?”

Boys.

It was my turn to whisper. Right in his ear. “If you want this tight… wet… pussy… wrapped around your rock… hard… cock… go find a condom.”

He stuffed his cock back into his pants and ran off, leaving the door propped open with a shoe.

I slipped out of my dress and panties and got under the covers. I half expected him not to come back, but he did, about 10 minutes later. He had a back pack. When he got inside, he opened it, bringing out a bottle of rum, two shot glasses, and some condoms. He put them all on my bedside table.

He poured two shots.

“Oh you need to be drunk to fuck me?” I winked.

“We’re both drunk already. Plus, if we stay drunk, maybe I can convince you to let me fuck you more than once.”

“Let’s go for ‘once.’”

We downed the shots and he stripped. He was semi hard at first, but the minute he got into bed he was rock hard again, laying face to face in my tiny ass bed. Making out hard, he got a handful of my ass, then slapped it.

“Fuck yes.”

My leg was draped over his. His cock was teasing my pussy. So fucking close. I almost broke and let him fuck me raw. Almost.

“God I fucking need you Dalton…” I took his cock in my hands so he’d stop teasing me. I rubbed him and played with his balls.

He spanked me again before his fingers dove between my legs, into my pussy. I gasped and writhed against him.

“Mmm… you’re fucking tight. I’m gonna fix that.”

What a cocky shit.

He fucked me with his fingers for a bit while I played with his cock before he abruptly pulled out and reached for a condom. I kissed his neck and shoulder while he bagged it. Then he pushed me down and plunged inside me.

We both groaned a little too loud. He went slow, savoring the first few thrusts, then he fucking went to town.

And I loved every second of it.

“Fuck yes, Dalton. Fuck me baby, fuck me harder.”

“Oh yeah, you little slut? You fucking like my cock?”

“Fuck yes, baby.”

Now it was my turn to do the spanking. One of my hands was on my headboard, making sure his thrusts didn’t bash my skull in. The other went to his ass. I gave him a good spank and dug my fingers in.

Then his hands were on the headboard, too, while he drilled deep into me.

He hit oil.

“Oh. My. GOD.” His cock jerked inside me. Both my hands were on his ass now, pushing him inside of me, milking his cock.

He pulled out and got rid of the condom, slipped his boxers back on and climbed back into bed.

“Like that?” He was playing with my tits again.

“Mhm. And only 4 more condoms to go.”

“I may have been over confident.”

“You’re not going to quit on me are you?”

“God no.”

We talked for a while and did another shot. Finally;

“Y’know, I think tony had a pretty good idea.” He was glancing at Meghan’s bed.

“No. That’s so gross!”

“I think it’s hot. I might be ready to go again right now if we do it on her bed.”

“No.”

“Come on… I could take you from behind. On our knees. We’d barely be touching the bed.”

Smash cut to us smashing on Meghan’s bed. Doing doggy was the way to go. Dalton spanked me red, grabbing fistfuls of my hair.

There wasn’t any dirty talk this time. Just hard fucking. I forgot whose bed I was on, grabbing a pillow to bite and muffle my moans as Dalton railed me.

At one point he stayed still, grabbing my hips and rocking me back and forth on his cock. Cumming once must’ve done something to his stamina, because we were at it for 15 minutes. My hand was between my legs so I could play with my clit. I had a wave of orgasms that gripped us cock. I thought that’d be enough to make him cum again, but he stopped.

“Okay, you either need to let me fuck you raw or let me fuck your tits. I need to feel you.”

Somewhat surprised, I flipped over. He seemed frustrated. He ripped the condom off, threw it on the floor and straddled me, spitting between my tits. I pressed them together while he grabbed the headboard and thrusted between them.

Tbh, I was so drunk, riding the orgasm wave that I kinda lost track of time at this point, enjoying the tingles all over my body while Dalton plowed away.

But then, “that’s is baby, that’s it. Oh my god, you feel so good. Unghf.” Dalton let loose a load between my tits and collapsed beside me.

“Get any cum on this bed and I’ll kill you.”

We ended up passing out on that bed for a few hours. I eventually cleaned up the dried jizz and kicked Dalton out.

We hooked up a few times after that. Yes, he did learn to man-scape and yes, I did blow him (several times). He never fucked me raw, though, because true strength comes from within.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/985dhz/my_first_time_at_college