College Adventures | Part 1 | “Avery” [M/F, bj, story]

I was an awkward kid in high school. I was smart, nerdy, and not very active physically. I was quite insecure over my voice, my body, and my social skills. It didn’t help that I was a late bloomer, and I hit my growth spurt at 16. Those insecurities stopped me from getting a girlfriend or experiencing romance in high school.

However, in my senior year, I finally started to look like a man. I grew to be 6’4”, and my body shape became more defined. I no longer looked like a flimsy twig, and this boost of confidence allowed me to enroll in my local gym. I began working out regularly, and started paying more attention to my outfits and appearance. I started to talk to strangers in the hallway, and make eye contact with girls I saw, something insecure freshman me could never have imagined. Me, the upperclassman, had nothing to lose by being confident and manly.

A new reason for my sudden increase in morale was the fact that my dick had grown a decent amount. Early on in high school, the porn I watched had convinced me that I had a small dick, and I remember measuring my little guy to be 5 inches long. It was demoralizing to think that there were real men with triple the size. However, by the end of high school, the pickle had grown into a missile about eight inches long and gotten considerably thicker, to the point where my large hands could barely grasp it. I was proud that I had a big dick, and wanted to put it into action.

My final efforts in high school were not in vain, as by the beginning of summer, I had become quite lean and social. I was starting to get stares from the opposite sex, and got my first kiss on the last day of school. My previous barriers caused by insecurities were no more, and I was ready to enter the wild world of college.

I entered the dorm building with my bags and boxes. The atmosphere was palpable, with many other new freshmen excited to finally move in. Everyone was making new friends and getting to know each other, so I decided to join the mix. It was at that moment when I saw Avery.

She was a short white girl and had long and wavy blond hair. She was wearing a small, tight white crop top and had a pair of Lulus that suited her ass very well.

You know the big, plump asses that look inconceivably big in yoga pants compared to their frame? The ones that make you say “it should be impossible to have a fat ass that big?” She had that exact ass, a literal dump truck. It was curved like a perfect circle, albeit a bit parabolic near the middle. The butt stood out, but it didn’t look unnatural or anything. It fit perfectly with her thick thighs.

Her breasts were a wonder of their own as well. They were on the bigger side for her frame, but not too big. They were clearly perky, and had the downward slope above the nipple, and an oval curve below the nipple, if that makes sense.

I started to get hard from the lucky sight.

The thoughts led to great internal strife within me, to approach her or not. One side of my thoughts wanted to greet her, and get to know her.

“You’ll get pussy maybe. Think of touching and spanking that ass.”

The other side was staunchly against it.

“It’ll be awkward and she’ll ignore you for the rest of the year. You will get shunned.”

Eventually, I chose the option to greet. Putting my hands in my pocket, I walked up to her, and just said a simple “Hello.”

She turned around to me, and I cannot describe the first sight with words. Her face was very pretty, worthy of making it to the cover of Vogue. She had luscious, red lips and light blue eyes. She had a lovely face that was the ideal mix between the cute girl nextdoors and Megan Fox from Transformers. Her facial features were ideal, but she did not appear cold or unapproachable like a runway model.

Our eyes locked for a second, and I broke the deadlock by asking her for her name.

“My name’s Avery,” she told me. Her voice was smooth and feminine. “What about you?”

“I’m Mike, nice to meet you. Do you need help with moving your bags upstairs?” I don’t know where the gentlemanly spirit came from within me, but it certainly arrived at a good time.

“I’d be so glad if you could!”

We started hauling her boxes to the third floor.

“So, where are you from?” I asked, to strike a conversation with her.

“I’m from California. Where are you from?”

“Washington. We’re pretty close, nice.”

At this point, I should clarify that we were attending a top college in the Northeast. Being a computer nerd for years did have its perks, namely high grades and test scores, so I was able to attend a quality school.

We unloaded her boxes in her dorm room, and went downstairs. In the meanwhile, we were chatting about the school and excitement for the upcoming school year. She told me that she was a recruited volleyball player.

*Explains the ass*, I thought to myself.

Anyways, she wanted to help me bring my supplies to my room as a kindness gesture, so we went up four flights this time and into my room. My roommate had not yet arrived, so the room was empty except for a bunch of cardboard boxes, me, and Avery.

“Can you help me unpack,” I asked, so that she’d stay in my room for longer (and I’d get some work off my plate). She eagerly replied “yes,” and we got to working.

While working and opening boxes, I caught her staring at me with my peripheral vision. At this point, I was used to getting looks from women, but I still enjoyed getting attention as someone who was starved from it for years. I ignored her as if I didn’t notice her stares, and continued to unload my books and clothing.

I had to stand up and walk across the room to put my spare clothing in the top shelf, and at this point it was pretty obvious that she was staring at my groin. I looked down to notice that my softie was folded upwards from sitting down, accentuating my already-visible bulge.

“What are you looking at?” I asked with a slight chuckle, pretending to be innocent.

“You got something quite nice down there,” she winked with a slight blush.

I replied with a quirky “I was unaware that I could elicit such reactions from women,” to which she commented “you have to be joking.”

Now I’m no wizard or magician, but I could feel the room getting intense so I went to shut and lock the door. She understood what I was implying, and went on her knees.

I unbuckled my pants and pulled, and sarcastically told her “is *this* a joke?”

I don’t think she heard me because of her intense stares at my soft dick.

“You think this is big? Wait till he grows up” I quipped at her.

She took this as a command, and went to sucking. As much as she was attractive, her cock-sucking skills were subpar at best presumably due to inexperience. She tried her best, I’ll admit that, but her mouth was just too small for a cock that big. She could barely suck half of the dick as it continued to rise, and gave up with a disappointed look on her face.

I grabbed her shoulders, and pointed my head downwards. She moved forward for another attempt, and I slowly guided her further towards the base of my cock. She was struggling and gagging a bit, but the sloppy look on her face was worth the pain she and I were experiencing (her teeth, ugh).

After a good fifteen minutes of sucking, going back and forth on my cock, she still couldn’t suck it fully – a quarter remained dry. At that point, I was getting bored and closer to cumming, so I gave her four choices. I would either cum on her face, down her throat, on her pristine crop top, or boobs.

She chose the boobs, which was what I secretly preferred. She pulled the crop top off to reveal her perky tits.

*Even better than clothed.*

However, right before I could ejaculate a rain of white, sticky cum on her breasts, my cock acted on his own and impulsively came on her face. I hadn’t wanked since a week ago, so her face was covered in the white goo.

I laughed and half-assedly apologized. She was angry, because the closest bathroom was at the opposite end of the hall. She’d have to risk being caught with spit and cum on her face, or spend more time in my room cleaning up.

Choosing to protect her chance to play on the volleyball team, she grabbed one of my hoodies and started wiping her face clean. I exclaimed with surprise and grabbed her ass from behind as revenge.

Wow. It was plump, somewhat soft, and just so squeezable. She was truly blessed with a great ass.

“The butt is for another day” she strictly proclaimed and pushed my hand off it. “I gotta meet my roomie, you know.”

I nodded, and let her keep the hoodie as she left the room. Coincidentally, my roommate had just arrived. He looked like me two years ago, like a real dork, and had an expression of interest and surprise on his face after he saw Avery leave.

“Hey dude. Yeah, uhhh. That happened.” I pointed to her running to her dorm, presumably trying to avoid any RAs.

The roommate, who told me that his name was James, looked jealous. I would be jealous if I were him too, could you imagine your new roommate being a tall jock with girls in his room in the first day of school?

“Don’t worry man,” I looked at him. “I’ll teach you how to get chicks like her.”

James looked intrigued and desperate. He had no clue what he was in for, all thanks to me.

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Thanks for reading everyone! I’ll release the next chapter soon, if you’d like to read it. Have a nice day!

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/o52381/college_adventures_part_1_avery_mf_bj_story