He was the first from his family at uni too - his big married brother, Dave, had a job working in construction on the motorways.ĭave wed his school girlfriend, pregnant at 16 and had 2 kids growing fast. Not my type, cute but tall and gangly, and a bit naive. I shared an attic bedroom in a block of student flats with Mark, an art first year - we'd never met before but got on okay. I was in my second year and going out, casual like, with a posh girl who sued to want a good shagging a couple of nights a week but spent most the time with her mates from the drama course. I'd slick the precum on my knob end with my left thumb and deliciously lick the clear juice with my eyes shut tight thinking of a firm cockhead pressing against my eager lips. I'd wank off 3 or 4 times a day no problem and think of boys butts, hair dangling in their eyes and bulging crotches in tight jeans. Girls have always fancied me, I guess I'm good looking 5'10, 11 stone, broad shoulders with a 28 inch waist, firm butt, blue eyes and light hair - and a 6 inch uncircumcised cock that gets hard when I travel on the tube and most any other time when it shouldn't. I'd hit on the girls at 16 and lost my virginity, screwed around plenty, but always had an eye for the boys - an unfulfilled horny lust until I was 19. In those days you went to London and never came back, and I had good reason. I was a horny lad from Liverpool, down in London at University and the first in my block of streets to get to college.