Erotic gay fiction from Gaydar: First Time for a Small Town Guy
First Time for a Small Town Guy
Erotic gay fiction written by Liam B, presented by Gaydar.net
Excited. Nervous. Not quite sure what to do first. Actually, that’s not quite true: Elliott knew that his mum and dad alike were going to get overly emotional if he let them hang around for too long. It was moving in day for Elliott and hundreds – thousands, even – of new students at the University of East Haven. Elliott knew that if his parents started to cry, then he would too; the stereotype of the British stiff upper-lip was, it turns out, a complete myth. “Mum, dad, come on, it’s time for you to head off. I can unpack my stuff. Remember what we talked about? This is exciting and at the end of the day, I’m only about a two-hour drive from home. It’s not like I’ve left the country, or anything.”
“I know, darling, but it’s hard. You’re our only child, we get to be a bit emotional saying goodbye.”
“Not to mention, now your mother’s going to have to put up with me and just me all day, every day! Poor woman.” Celia gave Chris a deadpan look. “OK, OK, not funny. Seriously, kid, we’re going to miss you. But we also know that you’re going to have a great time. Come on, Celia, let’s go. He’s going to be fine and so will we.” Chris gave his wife a soppy smile and kiss on the cheek. Sometimes Elliott didn’t know if he adored just how in love his parents were or if it made him a bit sick. The family said their goodbyes, with hugs all around, and soon enough Elliott was alone. The nerves of being in such a new situation were still there, but, then again, there had been a lot of new situations for him recently. “And I hope there are a fair few more to come.” The excitement was still there too.
In short order, Elliott had finished unpacking and met a few of his new flatmates. They seemed friendly enough and a few of them decided to take a walk onto the university campus together to see what sort of activities were going on. “So, what sorts of clubs do you all want to join?” asked Dan. The rest of the group gave the usual sorts of answers: sports clubs, drama societies, and so on. There was only one group that Elliott really wanted to join, though he was too nervous to admit it to these people that he barely knew. Shortly before leaving for university, Elliott had come out as gay to his family and some friends. He remembered well the sick feeling, the deep-rooted fear of rejection that came with coming out. Thankfully everyone he had told so far had been fully supportive, but that didn’t mean that the fear of telling new people had gone away.
Elliott was from a small, fairly rural, conservative market town: honestly, there weren’t many hotties where he was from. Walking around his new campus, Elliott couldn’t help but notice that there was a lot of eye candy around here. It seemed that wherever he looked he spotted someone that he was attracted to: the dude with the cheekbones, the rugged campus groundkeeper, and the guy just leaving what Elliott assumed was the gym who had arms to die for. I need to get a grip, he thought to himself, or I’m going to spring a hard on right here. Honestly, though, who could blame him?
Finally, though, Elliott found something to distract him: the LGBTQ+ Society’s stall, exactly what he had been looking for. Discretely, he looked over and took a mental note of the stall’s main advertisement. Apparently, there was going to be a welcome social that very night! The plan was to meet at the campus pub and then make their way as a group down to East Haven’s gay club. It looked to be everything that Elliott wanted, but he couldn’t deny that he was nervous about it – he had never (knowingly) met another gay person before.
Back in his room, Elliott sat around getting increasingly nervous as he tried to work up the courage to just go to the social, without knowing anybody first. What he really needed was to know just one other person that was going to the social. But how the hell am I meant to find another gay person if I don’t have the courage to go to the social? An idea struck him. He had heard a lot about dating apps of all kinds: some for straights, some for queers, some for sex, some for something more long-term. He decided to give one a go, thinking that he might be able to find a fellow student on there who was going to the social. Typing in ‘gay dating’ on the app store, the first one that came up was Gaydar. Here goes nothing.
Elliott couldn’t believe his luck. Sooner than he thought possible he’d set up a profile, got a hard on seeing all the hot guys, but then re-focused and found exactly the kind of person he was looking for: someone from his university who was going to the social tonight. His name was Ryan, he was a few years older at 21-years old, and was extremely handsome with his large chocolate-brown eyes, curly hair, and sharply trimmed beard. Best of all, Ryan used to be the Vice-President of the LGBTQ+ society and was more than happy to meet Elliott at his flat, walk to the social with him and introduce him to a few friendly faces.
At 7.00pm sharp Ryan arrived and an excited Elliott went outside to meet him. “Nice to meet you, Elliott, I promise we’re gonna have a great time at the social tonight.”
“Great to meet you too, Ryan, and thanks again for meeting me here. I was so nervous before we started talking, but now I’m nothing but excited.” And horny as hell, Elliott added privately to himself. Ryan was even more attractive in person and seemed to be genuinely pleased to be there helping him. The younger man had only signed up to Gaydar to find a friend, but now Ryan was there in front of him, Elliott couldn’t deny that he wanted to hook up with the chiselled, older, man.
In no time at all, the pair were at the pub and there Ryan introduced Elliott to a few of his friends. “Ryan, meet Alice, Cooper, and Rob. Alice, Cooper, Rob, meet Ryan. He’s new here and from some rural backwater so he’s going to need our guidance.” He gave Elliott a quick wink to show that he was joking. Well, half-joking. “Yep, he’s definitely going to need a helping hand”, said Alice, “little Elliott’s cute as hell, he’s gonna have all the old queens all over him.”
Elliott blushed, but felt comfortable enough to joke: “Well, I’m sure that Ryan will protect me.” The group laughed and, ice broken, decided that the best way for them to get to know Elliott, and Elliott to get to know them, was with a game of Never Have I Ever. Elliot suspected that this was really a way to just get everyone a little bit drunk, but he had to admit he did learn some interesting things: Alice was bisexual, but currently swearing off sex until she passed her exams; Cooper and Ryan were both exclusively gay but whereas Cooper never committed to anything more than friends-with-benefits, Ryan had just a few months back gotten out of a 2-year long relationship. Elliott was a little embarrassed to admit that he hadn’t done anything more than kiss another man. The rest of the group was unfazed and Ryan just said with a shrug, “All in good time little Elliott.”
A couple of hours later the group were in the gay club and Elliott was staring round in wide-eyed wonder. “I’ve never seen so much diversity in once place”, he half-shouted, “it’s great!”
“Well, El, I hope that you’re going to get to know this place well over the next few years”, Ryan replied. The group ordered some drinks and made their way to the dancefloor. As the others began to shake their hips, Elliott stood there looking a little awkward. “Oh don’t tell me you’ve never danced before?!”, exclaimed Cooper, “Baby boy, we’ve got a lot to teach you.”
“Shit, sorry small-towner, we forgot”, laughed Alice. Elliott gave her a small grin that clearly said, ‘no worries’, before she continued, “Well, come here then. Let me show you the ways of the dancefloor.” But before she could do anything, Ryan had slipped in between them and claimed Elliott for himself. “Sorry Alice”, the older guy shouted, “little El’s mine tonight!”
Ryan gave Elliott a smouldering smile, before saying, “Just do what I do, El, and I promise, with a face as innocent as yours and an ass as glorious as yours, you’ll be the hottest person in here.” Elliott doubted that, because seeing the way that Ryan was moving, it seemed obvious to the younger man that Ryan was not just the hottest guy in the club, but possibly anywhere. There was no doubt, his fledgling crush on Ryan was growing into something bigger. Shit, that’s not the only thing growing bigger.
Sometime later – it could have been minutes, it could have been hours – Elliott realised that at some point Alice and Cooper had disappeared. He’d been grinding on Ryan and from what he could feel, was pretty sure that Ryan was enjoying it just as much as him. Mustering all of his new found confidence, he turned around and suggested to Ryan that the pair of them head back.
Back at Elliott’s flat, the pair wasted no time in heading straight to the bedroom. As soon as they were through the door, Ryan wasted no time in pulling Elliott toward him and pressing their lips together. Elliott let out a small gasp of pleasure when Ryan bit down softly on his bottom lip, the older man using the opportunity to slide his tongue into the younger man’s mouth. The pair collapsed onto the bed, Elliott hardly realising that they had made it across the room so closely connected, their limbs entangled. “Is this OK?”, Ryan asked, “Just tell me if you want to stop at any point.”
“I’ll tell you, Ryan, but right now I want you.” Ryan rolled over so that he was sitting on Elliott lap, grinding down while he pulled off his shirt. “Oh I can tell,” Ryan laughed, “God, El, you’re so hard.” Elliott leaned up to kiss Ryan again, running his hands up, and then down, the light fuzz of dark hair that covered Ryan’s torso, before replying. “Ryan, I’m an 18-year-old guy with a gorgeous man half-naked and kissing me. Of course I’m hard.” Running his hands a bit further down, he grinned. “And if it’s possible, you’ve got even more of a boner than me.” Elliott continued to rub Ryan’s cock through his jeans as he began kissing the older guy again, before kissing his way up Ryan’s cheek and running his tongue around the edge of Ryan’s ear. Ryan let out a gasp and Elliott felt his member throb through the jeans. “Fuck, El, fuck, how did you know I’d like that?”
“Just got lucky,” Elliott laughed, “but I’ve made a note.” Ryan slipped off of Elliott’s lap and began to pull his jeans off. “I hope that you’re going to get naked, too, El.” The younger guy responded enthusiastically, practically ripping his shirt off and making short work of the rest of his clothes. “Good lad,” Ryan laughed. “Now, why don’t you tell me what you want, El?” Suddenly unsure of himself again, Elliott looked away shyly, muttering, “I’m not sure I want to go all the way tonight, you know, like anal stuff.” The younger man hoped that this wasn’t going to put Ryan off, but he should have known better. Ryan pulled Elliott close and said gently, “Hey, hey, that’s absolutely fine. Remember what I said? We only have to do what you want to do. And I promise we can have a lot of fun without putting anything up bums. You ever had a blowjob?”
Feeling comfortable again, Elliott laughed. “Small-town guy, remember? Of course I haven’t had a blowjob. Will you suck me?”
“With pleasure.” Ryan’s eyes darkened with lust as he began to kiss his way down Elliott’s body, taking particular care to stimulate Elliott’s nipples. Ryan ran his tongue around the left nipple first, flicking it with his tongue as it slowly hardened. He looked up at Elliott who had his eyes shut and mouth open in pleasure. “Does that feel good, little El?” The younger guy nodded enthusiastically, which Ryan took as permission to carry on. Suddenly, he bit down gently on the hard bud, earning a loud gasp of pleasure. “Oh yes, Ryan, that felt great.” The older man moved over to the right nipple, once again teasing it to a sensitive hardness with his tongue, but this time instead of biting down he rubbed his stubble over it, earning yet another gasp.
Ryan sensed, more than felt, Elliott’s hard cock now straining more than ever against the bonds of his boxer shorts. Remembering his main task, Ryan continued to kiss his way down Elliott’s smooth, but toned, body. Suddenly Elliott ran his hand through Ryan’s hair and said, his voice full of lust, “Ryan please stop teasing, I need your mouth on my cock now.” Ryan laughed loudly. “Oh, if you insist.” In one quick movement, Ryan pulled down Elliott’s boxers, revealing his long, hard, throbbing dick. “Oh fuck,” Ryan said, his own voice now pitched low with lust, “God, El, you’re not so little after all. That must be at least seven inches.”
“Seven and a half,” Elliott replied, his voice now full of confidence. Ryan looked up at Elliott once again and the pair locked eyes. “I promise, you’re gonna enjoy this.” Holding the gaze, Ryan slowly ran his tongue around the edge of the head of Elliott’s cock, before suddenly flicking upwards to lick at the small pool of precum already beginning to form at the tip. “Oh God, oh yes,” Elliott groaned, “keep going, please.” More than happy to oblige, Ryan took as much of Elliott’s cock as he could into his mouth, earning yet another groan. Ryan had almost reached the base before his started to gag. He pulled off briefly before bobbing his head down again, and up, stopping to lap up more of the precum that was starting to drip down Elliott’s dick.
After just a few moments, Elliott pulled his cock out of Ryan’s mouth. “Everything good, El?” The younger man nodded. “Honestly, this is the best I’ve ever felt. But this is my first time, I’m so close to cumming already. I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Hey, we’ve got all the time in the world to go and go and go again. So don’t hold back. When you’re ready, just let go. I don’t care where you cum, down my throat, on my face. Wherever you want, this is all about you, El.” With that, Ryan ran his tongue down the length of Elliott’s dick and took first one ball, and then the other, into his mouth. Rolling Elliott’s balls around with his tongue and sucking, Ryan allowed himself a small smile as he heard the younger man’s breathing begin to get more intense. “Ryan, I need your mouth around my cock. Now, please.”
“As you command.”, Ryan cheekily replied. Once again, Ryan took Elliott’s cock into his mouth, this time reaching all the way to the base. He resumed sucking up and down on Elliott’s now throbbing member and began to play with his balls at the same time. “Fuck, Ryan, fuck, I’m so close.” Ryan moved back up to the head of Elliott’s cock, sucking hard, and before he knew it, the younger man began to buck upwards and let out a groan that must have woken half the flat as he spurted string after string of warm cum into Ryan’s eager mouth. The more experienced guy did his best to swallow it all, but the final few spurts were too much and he pulled off, letting the cum hit him in the face. Elliott’s orgasm slowly subsided, though he still let out a few shivers of pleasure. “Oh God, oh fuck, Ryan you’re covered in my spunk. It’s obscene, you look so hot. You made me feel so so good. I want to return the favour.”
“All in good time, little Elliott. We’ve got all the time in the world.”