Heads up: **there is no sex in this story**, but I just jerked off so hard remembering what I'm about to tell you that I shot cum up to my face and feel like remembering, once more, what happened by telling you all. Hope you enjoy.
A little bit of background: I'm 26, 6,2ft and starting to develop some muscle but otherwise lean and not very hairy. Marco is this chestnut haired guy, 20 years old, with blue eyes and a body built by exercise in nature and calistenics. I'll go into more detail later, but this guy is **ripped**. He's got a messy beard and short hair, and so do I, but he's quite short (I'm starting to see a pattern in my likes here, if you've read some of my other stories...). He barely reaches my neck.
And that's the thing. I thought he was attractive the first time I saw him, but the difference in age and stature made me see him as a small boy so I never felt any interest. This is our second year together in college, the first one we barely spoke although it felt like we could become friends. This year however, he started coming with me between classes to keep me company while smoking, looking for me in class to sit with me sometimes... I never gave it a second thought until a friend of mine told me "have you seen how he looks at you? He barely can keep his eyes off of you in class". Hmm.
This friend of mine also had a juicy fact: he once told her, at a party, that he "tried some stuff" with his best friend. Despite the lack of more information, this is something I can start to work with. With all that considered, I started to see him through another prism.
Let's jump right to last wednesday. After some talking here and there, and him sending me a message some weeks ago saying how glad he was of talking with me and how comfortable he felt with me, I was bored that evening and thought to hit him up. "Hey, you there? Wanna have some beers and play some pool?"
His inmediate response was "sure, I'm in". After settling the hour and place, he caught me by surprise and started feeling remorse, because we had classes at 8am next morning, later asking me if I told Pepe (another friend of us) about the plan. "I only said anything to you, Marco". He told me to invite Pepe, but Pepe said he was too tired. Just the two of us, then.
Either he wasn't understanding where I was going with all of this, because he knows I'm gay, or he felt nervous about meeting up with me alone (I'd later find out it was the latter). But somehow I felt extra daring, and told him "by the way, if you're worried about the time, you can sleep at home, we'll put a mattress on the floor for you". You have to take chances, right? After all, we had to wake up early in the morning and he lives pretty far away from my house.
"That's a good idea, I'll bring my bag with the stuff for tomorrow. Deal!". Bingo, we're sleeping together. I already knew what my plan was going to be: pretend I'm too tired to put the extra mattress and offer him to sleep with me.
The time comes and we sit down for some beers. He's wearing a dark pullover with some regular pants, nothing out of the ordinary but I could tell he thought about the clothes because he usually dresses messier, with sweatpants and such. He seemed nervous at first, but he slowly started to feel more comfortable. The conversation went great, he opened up a lot to me and so did I. Remember, this is the first time we meet outside college.
The conversation quickly turned to sex, and it was his move. We both study philosophy, so we mixed it up with all sorts of things: the implications of domination, the nature of sex, the different orientations... let me sum up the interesting bits. He pointed out how different our sex experience is, because while I perceive sex as more of a casual thing, he's only been with two people, both his girlfriends at the time, and it's been two years since he broke up with the last one and hasn't had any sex ever since. We're several beers in already, and he felt it was time to tell me about the time he did something with a guy.
