My First Time in the Portuguese Dorm: Heart-Pounding Forbidden Discovery
The dorm room smelled of salt air and cheap soap. I lay naked on the narrow bunk, window cracked open to the balcony. Heart hammering like a drum in my chest. Punished, alone while the others partied. But I’d lured him here. My crush from class. The one whose dives in the waves made my gut twist. No turning back now. Sweat beaded on my skin despite the cool night. Fantasies raced: his hands, his mouth. What if teachers caught us? What if he chickened out? Footsteps on the balcony. Shadow slipped in. Door clicked shut. He stripped fast, slid beside me. Skin hot against mine. Breath ragged. We crashed together, lips bruising in a sloppy kiss. Tongues fumbling, teeth clacking. My cock throbbed, leaking already.
His hands roamed rough, pinching nipples, gripping my ass. I clawed back, nails digging into his shoulders. Maladroit, urgent. No skill, just need. We rolled, grinding hips. His hardness pressed my thigh, slick and hot. Mine nudged his belly. Kisses trailed down: neck, chest. I sucked a nipple, bit too hard. He gasped, yanked my hair. Fear spiked—too loud? But desire drowned it. We twisted head-to-toe on the bunk. His breath on my balls. Fingers probed, awkward circles around my hole. I shivered, spread legs. Then his mouth: warm, wet on my shaft. Tongue swirling the head. Fuck. Better than my fist ever was. I bucked, moaning low. Sucked him too—salty skin, musky scent. Gagging at first, then hungry. Lips tight, bobbing sloppy.
The Approach
Tension coiled brutal in my gut. Heart slamming ribs. His fingers teased my rim, one slipping in. Burned sweet. I thrust into his mouth, chasing it. Waves built fast—too fast. Masturbation habits betrayed me. No holding back. ‘Fuck,’ I groaned. He sucked harder, hand pumping base. Stars burst. Cock pulsed wild. First spurt hit his throat, hot ropes flooding out. Body arched, convulsing. Emptied from deep inside, endless. Better than solo jerks—raw, shared. He swallowed, milking every drop. I collapsed, gasping. World spun.
Afterglow hummed, but cock twitched alive again. Traced his body: smooth chest, firm ass. Wanted in him now. Flipped him, nudged my hardness between cheeks. Slicked with spit. Slow push—tight, yielding. He whimpered, pushed back. Inches in, pure fire. Heart raced anew. This was it—crossing over. No more boy. But voices downstairs. Profs climbing stairs. Panic hit. He bolted to balcony, naked flash. I yanked sleeping bag over me. Door banged. Teacher poked head in. ‘Alone?’ Yeah. Door shut. Cock deflated fast. Alone again. Pulse thundered. Innocence? Gone. That taste lingered—his on my lips, mine in his mouth. Opened doors I couldn’t close. Secret burned sweet. Man now, hungry for more. Whatever came next.
