Growing up I was totally fascinated by geology. Rock formations etcetera fascinated me beyond belief. This would seem quite normal for most guys, but for a gay man it was like being like a fish out of water, and at university, I stuck out like a sore thumb. With seventy-five per cent of the geology students being robust males and the other quarter no-nonsense females, my diminutive stature and persona made me look like a visitor from the drama department. On our campus the geology mob had the reputation of being the most dishevelled individuals. I was no fashion aficionado, but compared to the rest of the bunch, including the females, I looked like a Parisian runway model.
I had come out to my parents when I was sixteen-years-old and never hid my sexual orientation after that. I certainly wasn’t an overbearing ‘loud and proud’ individual, however, I had decided to take the bull by the horns and let people see me for who I was. This, initially, caused a few problems for me at college with the ‘different is another word for wrong’ brigade, nonetheless, after a few months things pretty much settled down. As mentioned, small framed as I was, I suppose common sense prevailed and the guys realized that I was no threat to them.
As geology students we had to spend two to four nights in the field every eight weeks or so. This encompassed roughing it and living in tents. By our first outing, three guys and three girls in our group of twenty had started dating. Naturally, they were very happy to share tents. The other two girls, whom most suspected were lesbians, also shared a tent. The remaining twelve guys, therefore, had to pick a partner to share a tent with. As you would imagine, I was the last guy that anyone wanted to partner with. Fortunately for me, however, Declan came to my rescue.
The rescue, nevertheless, came at a price. Of all the geology guys, Declan was the most slovenly. Declan was a large and aloof individual who always exuded a very strong manly odour. He also had slightly smelly feet. The foot smell wasn’t totally disgusting but fairly strong. It wasn’t that he didn’t shower, but he certainly did not use deodorants or colognes. Declan was not the best looking guy in the group but he had an interesting face. It reminded me of Picasso’s famous rose period painting done in nineteen-twenty-three, of the seated harlequin. Their facial resemblance was astonishing.
Goofy and clumsy as he was, Declan was one of the brightest students. His parents were palaeontologists, which gave him a head start over the rest of us. The rough lifestyle suited him and he thrived on our outings in the field.
On our first excursion, I therefore had to get used to my pungent tent mate. It was a two-day outing and apprehensive as I was, by the second evening I had acclimatized to the heady smell in our tent. To be honest, adapting to the aroma was made easier for me when I got to see Declan naked. He had a beautiful hairy body and his smelly feet were a lot better looking than they smelled. Most of all, Declan had one of the most impressive uncut knobs I had ever seen. Strangely, Declan also seemed very much more comfortable in my company than with all of the other students.
Upon our return to the residence at college, I was placed in a rather difficult position. The guy sharing with Declan, and my roommate, suggested that we swap rooms. Declan’s roommate was eager to rid himself of odorous Declan, and my roommate was happy to get rid of the sodomite. Declan and the other two guys were very keen, and thus I felt forced into the arrangement.
During our field trip, Declan and I had become very friendly. We found that we had a lot in common and chatted endlessly. Like myself, he was also an art lover and our taste in literature was also very similar. Having shared a tent with him for two nights I had also become less offended by his odours. Although I was sure that Declan was straight, I had begun to find him very sexy. The one thing that I had also noticed about Declan was that he seemed to be less affected by my sexual orientation than all the other guys. In fact, it didn’t seem to bother him at all.
Most Friday and Saturday evenings the geology group would visit a local bar for a few drinks. The word ‘few’ might be an understatement because many of them ended up rather pissed. I have always believed that some people are born with an alcohol deficiency gene, and I was one of those. At best would have a beer, one of those with the word ‘light’ following the brand name, after which I would switch to mineral water. If I had two beers I would begin to slur, after three I began to wobble, and after a fourth I would have to visit the toilet to call for Ruth in the big white telephone.
The week after I started sharing a room with Declan we visited the bar on Saturday night. I had my one beer as normal but Declan had quite a few more than that. He wasn’t drunk by the time we got back to our room, but well on the way. After I got into bed Declan stood around naked while chatting with me.
Out of the blue, he suddenly asked, “When you head hits the pillow at night you fall asleep immediately… Don’t you ever wank?”
“Sure I do,” I answered shyly, without elaborating.
“I always wank when you’re asleep,” Declan informed me. After a pause he continued, “As you’ve seen, I’m not a great hit with the ladies and so far I haven’t got lucky.”
“I’m sure you’ll get laid at some point,” I replied, uncomfortably.
As we communicated Declan moved ever closer to me. The next thing that I observed was that his cock was definitely hardening.
As I looked up into his edgy horny eyes he asked, “Would you like to blow me, Toby?”
“That’ll be a very bad idea,” I replied.
“Why?” he inquired.
“Declan, you are straight and not thinking too clearly. Tomorrow you are going to be remorseful and then we are going to be uncomfortable in one another’s company,” I answered.
“No we won’t… I mean, I won’t,” he answered.
Declan now took hold of my head with his left hand and pushed his knob up against my lips. I kept my teeth clenched shut as he began to smear his foreskin against my lips.
“Toby, please open up for me,” he pleaded.
My head was firmly anchored in his huge left hand as his right hand kept smearing his foreskin across my lips.
“Please Toby, please open up for me. Nobody has ever wanted to blow me,” he begged. I was not surprised by this revelation, given the heady odour emanating from his dick.
“Let me in, Toby, please… fucking let me in,” he implored.
As I relented and opened, Declan began to slide his cock into my mouth.
“Jesus, fuck me, this is so fucking hot,” Declan exalted.
As his hips began to move his cock in and out of my mouth, Declan started convulsively gasping and the jabbering incoherent sounds. Within a minute he began to shoot his load into my mouth and down my throat. Some men have a rather pleasant tasting cum; regrettably, Declan was not one of these guys. His jizz had a strong acid taste and to make matter worse, there was plenty of it.
I couldn’t say that what had just happened was the best oral encounter I had ever had. It had all happened very quickly, and the aroma and taste had not been memorable.
As Declan lay on his bed afterward, still intoning his thanks, I felt like getting up and going to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decided against it, however, not wanting to offend him. Perplexed and concerned, I fell asleep after that.
The following morning as I awoke Declan was standing next to my bed with a hard-on. As I looked up at him he smiled awkwardly and said, “You see… no remorse.”
Before I knew what was happening he was astride me with his legs pinning my arms to my sides, and then leaning against the wall behind my headboard with his left hand, his right hand steered his knob toward my mouth.