Sowing Seeds | Meet Warren: My first time with a man

Everyone is over the age of 18

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The snickering from the back of the class was throwing me off. I was already a little shaky from having to be in front of the university lecture hall giving my presentation, and now I can’t find my place in my notes. 

“We're here,” Patrick, my project partner, says. 

“Um… yeah so the thing is with the economic crash, people weren't able to afford the –” 

“THE FRUITCAKE!” someone shouts, and the back row erupts in laughter. I feel my face heat up as the prof tries to settle them down.

I’m one of those guys that don't need to come out. It's evident in my mannerisms and I haven't figured out how to mask it yet. So, all I can do is deny, deny and deny some more. 

Of course, it doesn't work, and it seems to make the heteros zone in more on me. 

“I'm just saying!” the same guy shouts out again. “They probably weren't able to buy the homo milk either.” His friends laugh at my expense, all looking at me standing with the sheet of paper trembling in my hand. 

“Listen up or everyone here will have to do another 12 page paper!” the professor says angrily and the room quiets down. Then, he turns to me and nods for me to continue. 

“I got it.” Patrick pats me on the back. He takes the page and reads it verbatim, speeding through it until he makes it to the end. 

Thank god that's over.  I was more than relieved to not have to stand in front of everyone anymore. 

This is supposed to be one of those nice schools, where you have to earn your way in. Of course, in reality, most of their parents slipped some cash to the dean to lubricate the system. My classmates are mostly rich imbeciles, used to doing whatever they want, whenever they want with no consequences. 

Not that I can rag on them too much, because I'm just like them. I'm not an imbecile, but I know the world they're from and why they're like that. I'm from there too. It makes it all the more frustrating that I'm not better at hiding that part of myself. 

“Hey, Warren!” Patrick trots up to me. “You okay?”

“Yup.” I swallow my tears. 

Patrick leans against the neighbouring locker as I shove my papers in mine, crumbling them into balls. The locker door acts as a shield for me, letting me hide my emotions until I'm ready to close it. 

“Let's hang out.” Patrick offers a sympathetic smile. 

“You're gonna get outcasted,” I motion with my head towards the gang of homophobes who are watching us and still snickering away. 

“It's fine,” he says with a shake of his head. “My dad knows all of them. I've got more dirt on them than you think.” 

“Really?”

“Jackson there? He might not even get his inheritance cause he's been getting into so much shit.” That's the ringleader of the gang. “Let's go.” 

I followed Patrick to his residence as he continued to spill the gossip on each of our classmates. It turns out, everyone does have some skeletons in their closet. 

“He was in jail?!” I asked in surprise as Patrick unlocked his door. 

“Yup. Came back 10 pounds lighter and looked traumatized.” Patrick lets me in and I look around his tidy flat. 

“That was over the summer?” I take off my shoes and follow him to the couch. 

“Rich idiots get into all kinds of shit over 4 months. I have a theory that if we actually worked, then there wouldn't be so much tea.”

I looked up at him at his last word and he seemed unbothered. It just doesn't seem like a word that someone like him would use. 

Actually, Patrick looks like he would physically fit in with those other guys. With his blond hair, golf polo and beige slacks, he probably does hang around the same circles as them. 

“You know, if it bothers you, you just have to hide it until we get out of that shithole,” he says while offering me a platter of charcuterie from the fridge. “Got this from down the street this morning.” 

“Yeah, like I haven't tried that.” 

“Try it again.” Patrick clears his throat and speaks in an abnormally low voice. “I'm an idiot with a black credit card.” 

I chuckle at his impression. 

“Do it.”

“I'm an idiot…” I try to get my voice to go lower. “... with a black credit card.”

“Now say it like you've gotten a lobotomy,” Patrick says with a laugh. “It's the only way.” 

Honestly, he made me relax after a traumatizing presentation. We hung out for a while, until the sun started to go down. Then, Patrick asked me sincerely.

“So, you are gay, right?”

“I think so,” I replied. Although we've just hung out for a couple hours, I feel more safe with him than anyone else on campus. 

“You think so? What do you mean?” 

“I mean, I haven't done anything with a guy yet, so how should I know?” 

“Wait…never?” 

“Nope.”

Patrick suddenly laughs, and I wondered why while I waited for him to calm down. He turns to me and says, “Then those guys are way more gay than you.” 

“What?” I crossed my legs on the couch and turned towards him. 

“We used to have circle jerks.” He shrugs. “Cum on the cookie, that kind of stuff.” 

“Really?!” 

“Yeah, maybe you are gay.” I try to dial my excitement down. “Yeah, it was a regular thing for a while. You've never done it???”

“Never.” 

“It's not bad,” Patrick says seriously. Then, he smiles. “So, you're a virgin?” 

“Yeah.” So I'm guessing none of them are. I suspected as much.

“You gotta live a little, Warren. Hire someone if you need to.” 

“I'm not going to do that,” I say with indignance.

“I said, ‘if you need to.’ Defensive one.” Patrick smiles at me. “You know what? We could at least get circle jerk checked off your list.  Although, not much of a circle with just the two of us.” 

Huh?

“I could use a nut. And yes, I've already jerked off butt naked where you're sitting.” He points at the couch cushion and we both laugh. 

Is he serious?

I wouldn’t mind. I mean…I’d love to try it of course. 

“Let's do it?” Patrick raises his eyebrows at me. “Either that or you leave and I do it myself.” He laughs again. 

I nod, and mirror his movements. We both stand up together, unbutton our pants and pull them down. 

“Nice cock,” he says nonchalantly as he starts rubbing his flaccid dick. 

“You…too…” I say meekly as I watch him. Without touching, I'm already stiffening up in front of him. 

He just stares at me, tugging at his soft dick as my dick went from 0 to 100 in front of his eyes. 

“I think it's confirmed that you may like men,” Patrick teases me with a smile. “I'm going to need to put something on the TV. Do you mind?” 

I shake my head no, my cock twitching in the air. He puts on a porn clip on the TV and his dick starts changing before my eyes. 

“Mmmh, so big,” the actress in the movie says. Patrick leans forward to spit on his cock and stroke it. 

I hold the base of my cock, just watching Patrick work his erection until it reaches its full potential. He shaves all around, and his dick looks about 6 or so inches long.

“Wanna jerk each other off?” 

I realize I'm staring at his uncut cock and look up at his face smiling at me.

“That way you can cross circle jerk and handjob off your list together. I don't go further than that though.” Patrick unsheathes his tip and covers it back up. 

“Okay,” I say. I can't pass this up, no matter how awkward it might be later. He moves over on the couch and I move to meet him in the middle.

He reaches over first and tenderly grabs my erection. It's the first time ever someone else has touched my dick. 

Oh my god. My body tenses up at the foreign touch.

“Dude.” He looks at me in surprise. “That's rock hard.”

I hastily grab his cock too, too excited to touch my first cock. It's meaty and fleshy and warm and…

Wow. I feel myself pulse in his hand.

“You can pump it pretty fast,” he says.

I look up at his face to confirm and start doing it, watching the skin slide past the tip in a hypnotizing manner. 

“Dude, you're so hard. Does it hurt?” 

Me? I'm barely paying attention to myself. Patrick’s balls lift with each stroke I give him. He tugs me back, keeping his hand near the middle of my shaft.

“You're dry as fuck though.” He lets go of my cock, licks his hand, and regrips my shaft. 

“Oh!” His fist slips past my mushroom head. 

“That's better, isn't it?”

“Oh shit!” Suddenly, my whole focus is on my groin. The way he is stroking me is so powerful and the feeling is so acute! I don’t usually use lube when I jerk off. Fuck! I’m not used to my tip being stimulated like that.

PTUI! Patrick leans over and spits loudly on my cock. He slathers his saliva all over my dick, making the entire length slippery in his fist. I can’t jerk him anymore, because now I can only think about holding back my load.

“Oh…oh…oh…” The feeling rises to my chest, making me take short breaths.

“You gonna bust?” His palm passes my head in long consistent strokes. 

“Yeah! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!!!” I grab his arm by instinct as I start squirting an intense load, the cum shooting out of me and onto my lap. 

Oh my god!

Fuck!

“Stroke me, I'm gonna bust too.”

Oh fuck… I get my coordination together and grab his cock, pounding it as fast I can. I wince as his fist goes past my post-orgasm tip, but I push forward with jerking him off. Patrick closes his eyes. 

“MMm!!” A thick load spills out of him, coating my hand in hot goo. His body crunches forward in hard contractions. “MMm!” His sperm-covered hand grabs my arm and coaches me on how to stroke him through it. 

In the middle of the shaft in short quick ups and downs.

Evolving into long strokes, covering and uncovering the head fully. 

“Oh…” Patrick contracts for the last time. “Woo…”

I giggle, breathless and feeling that feeling of post-orgasm happiness take over. 

“So, you gay or not?” Patrick peels my finger off his softening cock.