Dorm Encounter Part I It is a calm and quiet night. I sit quietly at my desk at midnight, typing my latest entry into my journal on the computer. Due to the lateness of the hour, I have turned the lights out and the dull glow of the computer screen casts an almost eerie pallor onto the room. Suddenly, out of the quiet darkness, a knock comes at the door. As the door is locked, I get up to see who it is. I look out the peephole and, to my great surprise, it is Jim, alone, and smiling. I immediately throw open the door. Jim walks in and says, "I'm not disturbing you, am I?" I immediately answer, "No! Not at all. What are you doing here this late at night? Where's Kathy?" Jim seats himself in his customary seat on the couch and hesitates. As he slowly answers, I can tell that he is about to say something difficult. He looks me dead in the eyes and slowly says, "Kathy is at home asleep. I am here because my curiosity finally got the better of me, and I want to be with you.... you know....in the way that you want." Flabbergasted, I stare in disbelief and reply, trying to hide the excitement growing in my stomach, "Are you sure? Why now, and why me?" Expectantly I wait for him to phrase his answer. "Why now? Because I'm just curious enough to do it. Why you? Because I love you and I want this to happen only with you." I quickly reply, "I'm flattered, and eager to fulfill your wish, but I want you to really think about this before you jump in. You'll never be able to go back once you've started." "What do you mean?" he asks. "I mean that once you've committed to this, you can't say that you never did it. It's an accomplished fact once you start. That's not to say that I won't stop if you say so, but until you have begun to have sex with a man, you'll be able to say you haven't done it. Understand?" "I've thought about it a lot, Andrew, and I know I'll never know what it's like until I do it, and I'll always be curious. I know that I love you, and I know you want me badly. We've talked about it a million times. I also know that this will be a major bonding between us that only we can share, and I'd like to have a part of you that no one else has." "Well, do you have any rules or requests?" I ask eagerly, the love for this man building within me to the breaking point. "My only request is that you take charge and love me like no other man you have loved." With that, he came over behind the desk, took my hands from the keyboard where they lay immobile, and turned the computer off. Suddenly, the room was plunged into blackness. I let go of his hands and stumbled to the bedside table where I pulled out four votive candles. I placed them on the bedside table and lit them. I then went to the stereo, pulled out the soundtrack to "Somewhere in Time," and put it in the stereo turning the volume down low. Jim and I met in the middle of the room and hugged ferociously. Our embrace, which began with great expression of need, evolved into a tender embrace full of the love we shared and the passion that was building within each of us. I slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his shoulders. He did the same to me. We stood, facing each other, naked to the waist. I began to trace circles with my fingers around his chest and nipples, reveling in the feel of his soft and smooth skin. I then unfastened his belt as he slipped out of his shoes and socks. Pulling his zipper down while looking him straight in the eyes, I removed his pants. I then took off my pants and shorts. I eased my fingers under the waistband of his jockeys, and slowly peeled the last article of clothing from him. As he stood, hesitant, I removed my shorts and shoes and we stood, finally, naked to the skin before each other. Again we embraced, this time as our cocks wrestled with each other between us. My hands roamed all over his body, caressing and teasing as they went. Hesitant at first, Jim mimicked my actions. As he became more confident, his touch became not hesitant but insistent. I bent my head and laid my lips over his. Our kiss was tentative and curious at first, but as the seconds passed, his lips opened to accept my tongue. I searched the caverns of his mouth with my tongue, and met no resistance. He kissed back, now full of passion, and our dueling tongues fought back and forth from my mouth to his. Our cocks were now fully hard and becoming uncomfortable meshed between us. I led Jim by the hand to the bed and gently laid him down on his back. I lowered myself to the bed and lay myself along side of him, our hips and feet and shoulders touching. I turned over onto my side and began caressing his entire body with my fingertips. I told him as I moved, "Don't do anything. Just lay back and let the feelings overwhelm you." He nodded and closed his eyes. I traced his eyes with my fingers, and then traced his mouth, dipping my finger inside. He sucked on my finger with the tenderness of a small child playing with a doll. My hands moved to his chest where they circled his nipples and slightly pinched them. As my hands moved, his skin alive to the touch, he began quietly moaning. My hands roamed across his smooth chest and stomach and began playing with his pubic hair. I wrapped the hair in my fingers and gently tugged. This elicited louder moans from him as if he were trying to tell me that his cock was begging for attention. I moved my head so that it was laying on his belly looking directly at his crotch. For the first time, I visually drank in the most perfectly formed cock I had ever seen. It was not short, but it was not long. What it lacked in length, it made up for dramatically in girth. His cock was tapered, and was incredibly think at the root. His cockhead was beautifully shaped. I caressed the length of his cock with my hands, jacking it in long luxurious caresses. With my other hand, I grasped his balls and lightly squeezed them. My actions were taking their toll as he began to lift his ass into the air and whimper like a puppy. I slowly lowered my head to his cock, and drew it in. As my tongue swirled around the head, he began moaning in earnest now. His hands, which, up to this point had remained motionless at his sides, grasped my hair and pushed my mouth down onto his cock. Although it was thick, I slowly eased down on it until his angelic pubic hair was scratching my nose. I slowly withdrew and began sucking him in earnest. I dove onto the shaft with the skill of an experienced fellator, and rode his cock with my mouth, tongue and throat for all it was worth. I could tell that he was close to coming, so I eased off and began to suck first one and then both of his balls into my mouth. As they rolled around my tongue, Jim began writhing on the bed almost uncontrollably. I lifted his balls out of the way and began to teasingly lick the cord of flesh between his balls and asshole. I think he knew where I was going, because he raised his hips off the bed and parted his legs to give me better access. As my tongue tickled across his asshole, he clutched my ears with great force. I began swirling my tongue around his asshole repeatedly, drawing shivers and moans from him. I eased my tongue into his asshole and he began bucking like a wild horse as I toungefucked him. Seeing that he was reaching the uncontrollable stage of orgasm, I quickly returned to his cock and swooped down onto it taking it to the hilt. I sucked hard and earnestly and as he began bucking again, he whispered, "I'm going to blow, Andrew. I'm going to blow!" Happy with the progress of his impending orgasm, I sucked harder and harder. Finally, without any warning at all, floods of semen filled my mouth. I swallowed what I could, but he came with such force that some of his semen dribbled out of my mouth and down my chin. He kept coming and coming until finally the spurts became gentle and I was able to continue to drink him in. As his orgasm subsided, I laid back and licked the cum from my lips and chin, savoring each drop of the fluid. As our breathing came back to normal, he rolled over and said, "God. That was the greatest orgasm I've ever had in my life. I love you, Andrew." With that, he kissed me long and deep, tasting his semen for the first time. The passion of the kiss reawoke his cock which now stood at attention again. He looked me deep in the eyes as his hands roamed my chest and said, "Can I fuck you?" I looked him back in the eye as my hands caressed his face, and said, "I would love nothing more in the whole world." I leaned over to the bedside table drawer and pulled out a tube of KY jelly. As I applied it to my fingers, he told me to wait. He climbed over my body until he was face to face with my raging hardon. He took my cock to the root in a flash and sucked gently for a while, driving me nearly crazy. He parted my legs as his tongue traced a line from my cock to my asshole and he tentatively licked at my hole. This made me wild with passion, and as he stuck his tongue in and out of my asshole, I thought I was going to explode. Reaching for the KY, he greased his own finger up and began applying the cool jelly to the insides of my ass. The jelly did not do much to quench the fires burning in my asshole, but the anticipation of having that thick, beautiful cock plunging in and out of my ass sent my mind reeling. He put the tube aside and laid down on top of me. Our cocks, slippery from our mouths and the KY he had applied to his throbbing member, slid against each other creating total bliss in my mind. He bent down and kissed me deeply and as we kissed, he raised his hips and pushed my legs up above his shoulders. I felt his cockhead at my back door, and wiggled in anticipation. He slowly pushed his cockhead into my ass, sliding effortlessly into the tight warm confines of my ass. He buried his cock in my ass and lay back down on top of me, smiling as he felt his manhood fill me completely. Slowly and teasingly, he began pulling his cock out and pushing it back in. I was in ecstasy. My whole body was alive with fire, and the passion building within me was growing to heights I have never before achieved with anyone including myself. His fucking increased steadily until he was literally pounding in and out of my ass, oblivious of me and in tune with his own feelings. With one hand, he reached down and began furiously jacking my cock, replacing my busy hands. The fever of our lovemaking soared, and just as I thought I could hold out no longer and began to blow my seed all over both of us, I felt his powerful orgasm blast into my ass. I felt his sperm shoot into the deepest depths of my ass, and I cried out in anguish as I took his second and more powerful load into my body. He bent down and took my spewing member in his mouth, swallowing the final blasts of my orgasm. Our pulses raced, and I could feel his as his arms engulfed me in the most fantastic kiss I have ever experienced. It went on for many minutes, our tongue dueling with each other exchanging our fluids as they fought. Finally, we became still, his enormous cock still lodged in my ass. We embraced and rolled together into a ball and lightly caressed and kissed each others' bodies as our pulses slowed to normal. We fell asleep wrapped in each others arms, our cocks soft and spent between us. We were covered from head to toe in cum. A while later, I awoke to find him staring at me with an expression I can only describe as pure love. I looked at him and knew that he had enjoyed making love with me as much as I had with him. We kissed again, this time slowly and deeply, and fell back asleep. We awoke in the early hours of dawn, and made love again, this time slowly and passionately. As we reached simultaneous climax, we were as close to being at one with the other as humanly possible. The thoughts running through my head were of such great love I thought my heart would burst. We cuddled as the sun rose, and then got up and went to shower. We returned to the room, kissed and embraced again for several minutes, and dressed for school. As Jim was sitting on the couch putting on his shoes, he looked up and said to me, "That was the most incredible night I have ever spent with anyone. Thank you for making my first experience with a man such a great one." I smiled from across the room and said, "As often as I have had sex with me, I have never felt what I felt last night. I don't know if this was a one time thing or not, and if it is I will be content to know that I have had it. The memory of truly loving you will fill my heart and mind forever. But if this is something that you don't want to repeat, I will understand." Jim stood up, came over to me, ran his hands through my hair and kissed me tenderly and passionately. "I need to think about all this before I answer that. Kathy and I love each other very much, our sex is great, and I am not willing to give that up. But what we had last night, you and I, wildly surpasses anything I have ever felt before. I love you, Andrew, and I know you know that. I enjoyed what happened too much, really. But I'm just not sure about doing it again. It was such a beautiful experience I'd hate to try to repeat it and fail. We'll talk some more about it later." With that, he hugged me close, kissed me long and hard, and left my room. I stood in the middle of the room not wanting to let go of the incredible feeling my soaring heart was experiencing. I closed the door, hugged myself and smiled. It had been all I ever dreamed of and more. I sat on the bed, still smiling, undid my pants, and beat myself furiously to climax reliving every moment of our night together. I then dressed, smiling to myself as I did so, and headed out to class. Part II It was late, about midnight as I recall. I was just sitting down to study since, as a Resident Assistant, I got very little done during the evening. I had just turned the stereo on to some relaxing music, Kitaro I think, when one of my residents barged into my room. Steve was totally buck naked and dripping wet. Once he had closed the door, I asked if anything was wrong. He replied, somewhat testily, that someone had stolen his towel from the shower room. He was livid! I don't even think he noticed that he was naked. I offered him a towel saying, "Dry off. You're making a mess." He did, and then put the towel in my hamper. He then sat on my bed, still naked, and asked what I was doing. In the habit of teasing my residents, I replied that I was going to study unless he could suggest something else. This particular guy was too cute for words. Small, hairless for the most part, blond, big baby blue eyes.... you know the type. Having seen him naked just now, I could also see that his daddy had been good to him in the dick department. Much to my surprise, Steve put his hands over his face and started sobbing. I sat on the bed next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. In my softest voice, I asked what the problem was. He was slow to reply as he was quite choked with sobbing, but he got it out eventually. "Andrew, I didn't get my towel stolen. It's still in the shower room. I came in here because I wanted to talk to you. I think I am interested in men, but I am scared to find out if I am or not. I figured since you were so open about being gay, I could talk to you." "What makes you think you are attracted to men?" I asked. "I thought you had a steady girlfriend." "Sure," he replied. "Sarah is great. But I can't make myself have sex with her. I just can't make myself touch her. I can't... you know... I can't...." "You can't get it up?" I asked. "Yeah. It just doesn't feel good. Does that mean I am gay?" "Not necessarily. Have you ever thought about loving a man?" "Yeees," he shyly replied. "And I thought... maybe...." "That maybe we could try it out?" I asked. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. What if what we do does make you happy, and you decide to become gay and maybe you're not supposed to be?" Steve looked me straight in the eyes and said, "That's my choice, I suppose. All I know right now is that I want you to show me how to make love to a man. Right here, right now." I looked down and discovered that his beautiful cock had risen to full height, about seven delicious inches, and was waving furiously in his lap. I reached down and put my hand around it. He jumped slightly. "Must be the first time someone else has touched it," I thought to myself. I took my hand away, and turned his face towards mine, locking my lips over his. His kiss was tentative at first, exploring, cautious. Soon, though, he had parted his lips and was swiping the inside of my mouth with his young tongue. Our tongues battled furiously, fighting each other in passionated love. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me to the bed, still kissing his heart out. I broke the kiss, gasping, and said, "Hold on kiddo. Let me get out of my clothes. I stood up and quickly shed my t-shirt and shorts. my eight inch cock sprang out of my shorts like a prisoner let free from a cell. I joined Steve back in the bed, lying prone on top of him. Our cocks rubbed together causing intense frictional pleasure as my tongue again found his willing mouth. We rolled on the bed for several long minutes, kissing hugging and thrashing our legs and arms around each other in a frenzied passion. I finally had to come up for air, and I sat up on the bed. I told Steve to lay back and relax, and do nothing. He complied, closing his eyes and putting his arms by his sides. I began kissing his forehead, and slowly worked my way down his face, stopping to tongue fight for a brief second. I traced his neck and adam's apple with my tongue and then swirled around each nipple, causing them to harden immediately. I lightly nipped at each nipple, causing Steve to moan slightly. My tongue then travelled down to his navel, across his tight and smooth stomach, and found his cock. Slowly, with the grace of an English monarch, I traced the length and girth of his cock as he began writhing in passion. His hips lifted slightly, indicating that more intense adoration of his manmeat was in order. I swallowed the shaft in a couple of easy strokes and began worshiping his tool with all my energy. My hands alternated between fondling his tight ballsac and roaming his smooth chest. I tweaked nipples as I passed by, all the while sucking my heart out. He was really getting into it bouncing up and down and crying my name over and over. "Oh, God. That feels so good. Don't stop. Please, keep sucking. Oh Christ!" was all he could manage. I kept sucking, eager to taste the nectar of my sweet little man. I was soon rewarded as He pushed firmly upwards and blasted several long shots of semen down my throat. His was the sweetest semen I had ever tasted, and I relished each tangy drop. I let the final few shots hit my face, and fell down, exhausted, atop him. I inserted my tongue in his mouth, and he swabbed my mouth tasting his own semen. He then licked my face clean, smiling all the while and running his hands up and down my back. I moved down his body, still kissing and licking until I had reached his balls. I think he knew what was coming because he lifted his legs up in the air. My tongue traced a line from his balls to the opening of his anus, and swirled around and around. This drove him crazy, so I sucked on a finger and rammed it in his hole quickly. I began moving it around his chute, and ultimately must have hit the pleasure spot because he literally screamed, "Fuck me, man. Fuck me, please. Fuck me!" Only too happy to oblige, I offered him my throbbing prick for lubing. He swallowed the shaft awkwardly, but like a dog takes to water, he quickly developed some fine cocksucking skills. Once my rod was slippery, I pulled out and placed the tip at the entrance to his tunnel. Slowly, almost painfully, I sank into him. He tensed at first, breathing only slightly, but once I was in and held still for a minute, he let out his breath and pushed back on my cock. I pulled out and slowly sank back in, relishing in the soft tight hole. He was moaning loudly, crying and laughing at the same time. "I knew it would be like this. Oh, God, keep fucking. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh Shit that feels so fucking goddamn good!" he repeated over and over again. I fucked him slowly at first, building speed and intensity over several long, delicious minutes until he was bouncing all over the bed, we were both shouting, and sweat was flying all over the place. The crescendo came when I shot my pent-up creamy load up his chute in such a force that I even surprised my seasoned self. I came and came and came until I thought my cock was going to fall off, shouting all the while, "Here it is, you fucking stud! Take my load! Take it! Take it!" Finally, my cock having subsided, it slipped from his hole, bringing with it a flood of semen that just wouldn't fit. I sat back on my haunches and tried to catch my breath. We looked at each other, our hands meeting mid air, and I said, "I think you might just have some potential, my man!" Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out from behind us, and we turned in shock to find several of the other guys on the floor standing there in the doorway, fists around cocks, shooting all over my floor. They were cheering and smiling, and the only thing I could think of to say was, "Don't waste it on the floor! Steve and I could use another meal at least!" Part III When we last left our story, recall that Andrew and Steve had just finished a masterful lovemaking session only to find that several other men on the floor were standing in the doorway jacking cum all over the floor..... I was the first to speak. "Holy shit, guys! Don't waste that precious cum! Come over here and let me and Steve work those loads out!" John, Sam and Scott looked at each other sheepishly. John became the spokesman for the group saying, "Well, God-- we're not homos like you two lovebirds. We just got hot watching you get off." I replied, somewhat coyly, "Well, sure. But you seemed to really enjoy it judging from what's all over my floor, man!" With that, all three shucked what remained of their clothing, closed the door, and sat next to each other on the bed. Steve looked at me, I looked at him, and we both dove into two laps. I sucked John's root to the base and he grabbed my head and began pulling my ears and hair. I glanced sideways and saw that Steve was giving admirable service to Sam who had thrown his head back and was moaning in pleasure. Scott appeared to be content to watch as he had his fist wrapped around his throbbing cock, precum leaking from the slit like water from a leaky faucet. The sucking got intense. Steve and I were milking these two magnificent cocks for all they were worth, bouncing up and down and fondling balls as we went. I began to feel that Scott might need some attention, so I moved over and swallowed him to the hilt. He screamed in ecstasy and pushed my head down further. I sucked for all it was worth, while at the same time running my hands over his chest. His broad and smooth pectoral muscles caused my hands to sing with rejoicing in having found such a splendid example of young manhood. There was little noise as the sucking continued. I was just about to start wondering what had happened to John when I felt a tentative lick on my cockhead. I looked down to find John laying on his back, his lips wrapped around my cockhead, bluntly and inexperiencedly sucking me off. I pushed my cock further into his mouth as he muffled a groan. His left hand was busy pumping his rockhard prick and his other hand found the entrance to my asschute. Tentatively at first, then boldly, he stuck his index finger up my chute and prodded around inside. When his finger reached and caressed my prostate gland, I immediately filled his mouth with my sweet nectar. He swallowed quickly, and as I looked down again, I saw that he had managed to grab almost the entire load, only a trickle escaped from his mouth. Watching his hand flail on his rod made me feel guilty, so I stopped sucking Scott and turned and sat right down on John's prick. He moaned in delight and began humping his hips upward, meeting every downward plunge of my tight moist ass. We were oblivious to the other guys as we met in a frenzied cadence that defied all logic and fucked with everything we had. I was quickly rewarded with blast after blast of hot searing cum shooting deep within me. As his cum subsided, I fell of him and lay on the floor trying to catch my breath. Steve and the others had watched our fucking with great interest. Steve, apparently eager to plugged again, yelled, "Somebody shove it to me NOW!" Scott, only too happy to oblige, stood, bent Steve over the edge of the bed, and ran his sword straight into Steve's ass. Steve howled in delight and met the thrust head on. Soon they were fucking up a storm. Sam, apparently feeling left out and feeling the moment, stood and sank his shaft into Scott's unlubed virgin ass. Scott screamed in agony and Sam began to withdraw. Scott reached around, grabbed Sam's hips, and drew him in saying, "Don't stop. Oh, God it feels so good!" Soon the three had reached a cadence that was comfortable. Steve and Sam basically stood still and Scott bounced back and forth between them. The grunting and groaning reached a new height and John and I were getting hard watching them. I flipped John over on his back, pulled his legs up and over my shoulders, and sank my tongue into his sweet asshole. I swabbed around, lubing him up as he squirmed in delight, making sweet cooing noises. Impatiently, he pulled at my hair, urging me to complete the act. Needing no further encouragement, I sank all eight inches into him slowly and seductively, relishing in each gained inch as his ass submitted to and clung to my throbbing aching hardon. I slowly began moving in and out of him, creating the most sublime friction I've experienced in a while. His ass was hotter than hell, and tight as a glove. It was tremendous. He was bucking his ass trying to meet each thrust as we finally found our rhythm and began fucking in earnest. Looking over to the others, I noticed that the heat of the moment was upon them as sweat flung out in all directions and they were yelling at the top of their lungs and panting. Suddenly, Sam tensed and shot what looked to a huge load up Scott's ass. This apparently triggered Scott's internal mechanism as he began moaning and shooting into Steve. Steve, not to be outdone, stood up, the two men still attached to him, and showered John and myself with cum. We licked the raindrop type shots off of ourselves, enjoying the creamy semen. Just as all this was happening, my dick slipped from John's ass and began wildly spraying John and myself with the biggest load I ever shot. Gob after gob of creamy white spunk shot out and covered the two of us. I lay down on top of him and slid around in my semen, finding his cock with my hands and milking it for another delicious load. The three musketeers had calmed down and were sitting on the bed watching us, tasting their semen from each other's bodies and jacking their still hard cocks. I suggested that they join us on the floor. Having not tasted Sam yet I swallowed his raging cock to the root, sucking and tasting this sweet boy. Sam reached out for the nearest throbber, John's and swallowed him. The others got the idea and soon we were sucking each other in a crude daisy chain all over the floor. Each was sucking and being sucked, and the sounds and smells coming from the floor were intense, better than any artificial high I had ever experienced. We were all really into the scene, sucking and thrusting. Almost as if ordered, we began a chain reaction of ejaculations that literally went around the circle. Each of us attempted to swallow the load we were being fed, and when we each in turn reached capacity, the remaining load was shot into the middle of the circle until there was quite a puddle of semen in the middle of the floor. I was shaking and freaking from the experience, and without knowing what I was really doing, I crawled from the heap of manflesh to the puddle and began lapping it up like a little kitten. One by one, each guy came to me and kissed me deeply, taking away a sample of the mixed sperm until my mouth was dry, and we were all laying on the floor atop one another exhausted. No one spoke for some time. Finally, John said, "Never in a million years did I think I would have done something like this, but Goddamn it to Hell it was GREAT!" Several of the others echoed his thoughts, and soon we began getting up and getting dressed to the extent possible to head to the showers. Only Steve remained, and he took my hand and pulled me to the bed where we fell onto it, wrapped our arms around each other, kissed deeply, and fell asleep. Part IV My position as Resident Assistant afforded me the opportunity to be quite involved in the managment of my dorm. Though I had a supervisor, he was inept at best, and all four hundred men in the building knew where to come when they had problems or concerns. In addition, I found myself repeatedly getting involved with staff members from other departments that supported Housing efforts: groundskeepers, custodial staff, maintenence men, and the like. Every so often, when confronted with a situation with one of these type people, my professionalism as a Resident Assistant gave way to sheer animalistic lust where the other person was concerned. One such occasion happened close to the beginning of my third year on staff. The dorm I work and live in is somewhat isolated from the rest of the residence halls and as such, we get forgotten every now and then on the routine groundswork cycles. Several of my residents had complained of the inordinately large amount of trash that had blown from the street into our "yard" and had asked what could be done about getting it cleaned up. I called the Physical Plant and told them of our dilemma and they said they would send someone to talk to me. Our physical plant always talks first... never in a million years will I understand why so many people have to discuss a simple problem before it is solved, but hey! An hour later, I was roaming the halls trying to find a couple of residents I hadn't seen in a few days and was worried about. I had my nametag on and as I approached the main lobby, I saw the most incredible looking young guy standing there looking totally lost. Though he didn't have the standard PPD uniform on, the gloves sticking out of his pocket gave him away. I approached him, introduced myself, and asked if I could help him. He smiled as our hands met and told me that he was new and that the PPD had sent him to talk to "the RA in charge" about the garbage on the lawn. I told him I was the right person and took him outside. We stood on the front steps in the sunshine and I showed him what I was talking about. Not having been outside in several hours, I was surprised to find that the temperature had soared during the early afternoon to a roasting 85 degrees. I told him if he got tired or hot, to stop by my room as I had some cokes in the fridge. He said that would be great, and started collecting the garbage. I went back to my room and sat on the bed. I started thinking about this guy, and the more I thought about him, the more I wanted him. I got up and looked out the window. There he was, facing away from me, bent over picking up trash from the grass. As he stood up, I studied him carefully. He was tall, thin, and had broad muscular shoulders. As he was in shorts, I was able to see the incredible definition in his perfectly tapered legs, devoid, for the most part of hair. His hair was long and blond, and hung below his shoulder blades. It was perfectly straight, and shone in the sunlight like tv commerical hair people's does. He turned as I watched in awe and saw me watching him. He smiled, waved, and continued to work, this time facing me. Each time he bent his hair fell over his face and he would swish it back as he stood up again. His face was rugged, handsome and chiselled. He was incredibly tanned for this time of year, and I could not help but drop a hand to my expanding crotch and give it a caress or two. He looked up again, and seeing that I was still watching, slowly peeled his tight-fitting t-shirt off. His chest was truly a sight to behold. Smooth, incredibly defined pecs glistened with sweat. His armpits were peppered with light blond hair that looked as soft as cotton candy. Each nipple was a work of art in its own right, small, taut, brown, hairless. A thin trail of hair led from him navel to the secret treasures within his shorts. He began flexing more as he moved, obviously enjoying the show he was giving me. I was rapt. I couldn't move. I had never seen anything so incredibly gorgeous in my life. He could have easily posed for an national gay mag and put most of the models to shame. God, what an incredible hunk! He worked away from my view, and I sat back down on the bed trying to decide what to do with my raging hardon. I sat for a moment rubbing it through my pants fantasizing about this man I knew absolutely nothing about. Just as I was about to pull my boner out and make love to it with my fists, a tentative knock sounded at the door. Composing myself quickly, I squeaked,"Come in!" The door opened and the object of my fantasies walked in. He tossed his shirt on the chair next to my desk and asked if the coke offer was still good. With shaking hands, I got it for him and gave it to him, motioning him to have a seat on the bed. He sat and drank in silence. He looked around my room carefully as if casing the joint, and stopped moving when he reached my bulletin board. My bulletin board has a collage of naked men on it. It's about five feet wide and four feet tall, and is completely covered with tasteful centerfolds from some back issues of my favorite fist mags. Naturally, no cocks are showing, and it is rather artful in presentation. He seemed enamored. I couldn't help myself. I was staring at him with all my might, trying to memorize every square inch of him for future fantasizing. I didn't even realize he had spoken until he touched my arm gently. "Wha...What...?" I stammered. "Those are some really hot looking dudes, man. I would love to make it with some of them." he said matter of factly. I was stunned. I didn't know what to say. I stammered around for a few seconds and then, figuring honesty is the best policy, asked if he wanted to do me. He didn't answer with words, but got up, locked the door, and dropped his shorts in one fell swoop. There was nothing between them and his cock which quickly arched to its full nine and a half inches. As if lead by his cock, he approached the bed, grabbed my head, opened my mouth by force and stuck that monster penis right down my throat. God it was wonderful. He tasted lightly of sweat and heavily of pure man. His cock was veined in just the right places, providing my tongue interesting places to follow and trace. His cockhead was enormous, completely round, and smooth as a baby's butt. He pushed in and out with a sense of urgency I was not about to deny, and just as I was really getting comfortable with this monster meat in my mouth, he began cumming. Load after creamy, delicious load shot down my greedy throat. I couldn't hold it all, and it began running down my chin. He reached down, wiped it off my chin and slurped it off his fingers. I was so fucking hot I couldn't stand it. I stood up, stripped, got on the bed in a dog stance and yelled, "Fuck me now, fuck me hard, fuck me forever. Just do it!" Not to be shy, he quickly climbed up on the bed and in one swift stroke, mounted me to the hilt. Never have I felt so full so quickly. It was pure bliss. Every inch of my ass canal was singing the praises of the incredible totem pole that had plunged into it. In and out, in and out, in and out he stroked, finding rhythm quickly and smoothly. He fucked as one with lots of practice, finding new and far-reaching parts of my ass as he pushed and pulled within me. I reached down and jacked my dripping cock feverishly, enjoying every single second of the excruciating pain/pleasure I was experiencing. Apparently bored with the position, he flipped us over and went at me while I was on my back, staring up at this sweating heaving man who was putting such effort into this masterful fuck. He brushed my hands from my throbbing oozing cock and took over, beating me in sync with the cadence of his fucking. Then, he amazed the shit out of me by bending over and swallowing my cock whole as if it were an easy feat. I was in total bliss. Every nerve of my body was shouting and screaming with pure animal, lustful joy. Sensing that we were both close, he sucked and fucked with a pace that made me dizzy, and as I felt the first spasm of my cock hit the depths of his throat, he began unloading his creamy sticky jism into my ass by the gallon. We both came for what seemed an eternity, panting, groaning, and moaning, until finally, with almost no energy left, he pulled out and met my mouth with his, feeding me slowly my own creamy load. We kissed for what seemed like hours until our hearts had stopped beating. We lay there quietly, fondling each others' now dwindling cocks. His fingers found my ass and swiped a fingerful of his cum for me to taste. The combination of his semen and the bung-taste of my ass sent me to new heights and I shook with delight as he continued to feed me. Finally, totally spent, he rolled off the bed, toweled dry and put his shirt and shorts back on. It was only then that I noticed that he had never removed his shoes! He asked if he could come work outside my window again, and you bet I replied to the affirmative! I stood looking out the window as he headed back to the Physical Plant. I was tired, sore and sticky, but I felt like nothing in the world could get me down! Every now and then, as I sit at my desk by the window, I get this feeling that I am being watched. Sure enough, my groundskeeper lover is there outside the window with an inquisitive look on his face. I motion for him to come in, and the rest, as they say, is history. Part V Once a year, usually in the spring, the Director of Housing makes his annual rounds through my building. This is a time, much like in the military I am sure, that everything has to be perfect. I had spent days and nights coaching the new RA's and my supervisor, the idiot Graduate Resident on exactly what to do and what to say. Certain contraband items had to be hidden (like microwaves) and all the paperwork that had accumulated during the quarter had to be caught up and filed. I had worked through the night catching up on all this bureaucratic bullshit and was exhausted. I got up from a quick two hour sleep, showered, dressed and went down to the office. The secretary alerted me that Dr. Smith was on his way. Let me stop here and tell you a little about Dr. Smith. He is one of those go-getters that rose to the top of the bucket rather quickly. He is 32, tall, incredibly handsome in a preppy sort of way, and though he reeks of authority, he is quite friendly. I had dealt with him several times in the past on housing related matters, and to my satisfaction, he agreed with me more than not. As such, I was looking forward to showing off my building to him since he knew very well that I was in charge here and that the GR was just a puppet. I waited for a few minutes chatting with the secretary, and then began roaming the halls in search of the Director. As I was turning the corner to check back with the office again, I saw him coming up the walk. I immediately went to him, shook his hand and said, "Welcome to Swanson Hall, sir!" "Hello, Andrew" he replied. "You're certainly looking professional this morning!" "Yes, Sir. I try to look the part I am playing whenever I can. Would you care for some coffee?" "No, thank you. Why don't we get on with the tour? I have several other buildings to visit before lunchtime. Where is the GR?" "He is taking a test this morning and has asked me to escort you around the building." "That doesn't surprise me," Dr. Smith replied. "Lead the way, Andrew!" Dr. Smith and I walked the length of each hallway, peeking into doors that were open. He smiled and said hello to residents who I had strategically placed throughout the building that I trusted to present a proper image to him. He seemed impressed with the facilities and the people who lived in them. We ended up at the office, and I began opening file drawers for his inspection. He waved his arm, as if a Sultan, and said, "I've no need to examine your files. I am well versed in your talents as a clerk. There is one other thing I need to see, before I move on." "What is that?" I inquired. "In all my years here, I've yet to see what the RA rooms in this building look like. I am in the process of evaluating living spaces for staff members, and was wondering if I could see an RA room." "Well, Sir, I am the only staff member in the building at the moment, but I must warn you that my room is not terribly neat at the moment." "Oh, that's OK. I'm not particularly interested in your room's contents. I just want to see the structural layout of the room, and check the furniture." I wasn't exactly sure where this was leading, but I had my suspicions. Every person on staff knew I was gay, and we have all wondered about Dr. Smith. He has no wife, lives alone, and is rarely seen in public other than on campus. So, I lead the way, somewhat aprehensively, to my room down the hall from the office. I keyed in, stepped aside, pushed the door open and waved the Director in. Once in, he waved me in, and pulled the door behind him and locked it! Holy Shit! Now I was more than certain that something interesting was about to happen. I turned towards the Director and looked at him inquisitively, and asked, "Well, what do you think?" His eyes swept the room quickly, and stopped dead in their tracks on the wall with all my naked men. He looked at me, sneered a bit, and said, "Let's not beat around the bush. I don't have much time, but I bet you'd be interested in a little action." "Well, Sir," I replied somewhat cautiously. "It's no secret that you are the best looking administrator on campus. I've often fantasized about making love to you." "Well, then," he said, "Let's do it!" With that he quickly disrobed and stood in all his glory before me as I shucked my duds. He was a specimen! Six feet tall, dark hair, incredibly toned though not terribly muscular. He had long tapered legs that made me want to scream in lust, and had just enough hair on his body to prove he was a man. Perhaps the most stunning part of him was his cock. I'm guessing at least seven inches long and so thick it looked like a beer can! It was nestled among what looked like downy-soft hair and hanging below were the most incredibly edible looking testicles I have ever seen. Each was a work of art-- huge, smooth and pulsing just slightly. His ballsac was completely devoid of hair. In all, I was overcome with lust! I knelt in front of my boss, and started licking his huge cockhead. Trying to swallow his pole proved a task for someone with a much bigger jaw, but I did my best. He didn't seem to mind that I couldn't take it all and was running his long fingers through my hair and moaning audibly. I continued to suck, running my tongue up and down his shaft. The veins that lined his cock were now beginning to really bulge, and my tongue sang its praises as it glided up and down. He was leaking precum copiously into my mouth, and I savored each drop as it melted down my throat. My hands found his tight, smooth ass and began kneading his cheeks. He moaned louder when my long bony index finger found his asshole, and I sunk it in quickly and effortlessly, discovering that he had lubed his ass recently. I looked up inquisitively at his face, which was contorting in pleasure, and he smiled and said that he had prepared himself just in case this was to happen. I stood up and wrapped my arms around this gorgeous sexy man, and we kissed hungrily. I tasted the raw sensuality of the man as our tongues battled for territory. We broke away only when we were about to turn blue from lack of oxygen and threw ourselves still joined on the bed. Somehow I ended up on the bottom of him and he began licking and kissing his way to my cock. Without warning he swallowed the entire length of my root in one fell swoop and applied intense vacuum-like suction to it. I was in total heaven. My hips bounced up and down so hard that I am sure I was hurting him, but he grunted in pleasure with each thrust. Somewhat without warning, my cock just unloaded every ounce of sperm it had saved up since my last cum. Gallons of spunk flooded into Dr. Smith's mouth and to my surprise, he drank it down like milk. When my cock had subsided, he let go of it and began tonguing my asscheeks. Drawing closer and closer to its target, his tongue licked and caressed the area around my hole. I was so caught up in the intensity of the moment that I didn't even hear myself shouting, "Fuck me you goddamned tease!! Fuck me until I scream, you studfucker!" With little hesitation, he aimed that massive cockhead at my hole and began slowly pushing in. The pain was intense and I grunted as his cock advanced each little inch. Finally he had speared my ass with his entire shaft and he settled in to fucking the utter shit out of me. Slowly at first, then building in pressure and speed, his cock moved within me making music with the walls of my ass. Each time his bulbous head hit my prostate I whined loudly. Each time his shaft sounded its depth I moaned. I was writhing on the bed, thrashing my head back and forth, and moaning unintelligible garbage at this stud who was raping my mancunt with such expertise. After a lengthy pillage of my ass, he began shooting. Gob after gob after gob of creamy white spunk bathed the hot walls of my ass, cooling them off. I moaned as I felt within me each new spurt hit the depths of my ass. Spent, he lay on top of me, his mammoth cock still inside me but losing his erection. Our mouths met and we kissed silently for some time until his cock plopped out of my hole followed by a virtual river of his semen. I reached my hand down and scooped a small puddle from the bed and brought it to our dueling tongues. We shared the wonder of the stuff and pushed it back and forth until we each had a mouthful to swallow. Dr. Smith got up and wiped his cock clean. I gave it a few playful licks as he did so, and soon he was hard again. I quickly brought him to orgasm and allowed him to shoot all over my chest so that I could lick it off later and savor the experience. We didn't talk much while he dressed. I lay on the bed, utterly spent, cum dripping from my face, my chest, and my ravaged asshole. I smiled as I watched him return to the professional look I was used to. In his Director tone of voice he said, "Your building will receive the highest rating. I hope you will come to me with any problems and concerns in the future." I smiled wearily and said, "You can count on seeing me more often, Sir. Thanks for showing me what authority is all about in this department." "No problem. I felt it worth my time to spend some extra time with you, Andrew. I think you have a real potential in Student Personnel." With that, he winked and was gone. I fell asleep almost immediately, and woke many hours later to find that I was still covered with his spunk. I licked it off, jumped in the shower, and continued with my day. Part VI Programming has always been something that I'm good at. I seem to have the knack for creating entertaining and worthwhile hall programming for my residents that is not the run-of-the-mill "here's someone who is going to babble about safe sex for an hour" kind of presentation. I had spent some time trying to come up with a social kind of program for the six or seven men staying over break. I wanted to give them something fun to do that would alleviate their boredom during the evening. What I hit upon was an informal gathering in the lounge where we could play some games, eat some pizza, drink a few beers, and perhaps peruse a movie on the VCR. I posted a flyer in the bathroom (the best place to communicate with everyone!) and made arrangements to get some food delivered. That evening, at the appointed time, I was surprised to find all eight men still on the hall in the lounge, salivating. Right behind me came the pizza man with several steaming pizzas. We devoured them and the additional munchies that I had brought in no time at all. Someone suggested a movie, and we put The Godfather in the VCR. We turned out the lights and relaxed on the comfortable furniture and enjoyed the movie. By the time it was over, a couple of the guys had fallen asleep. They got up when I turned the lights on and went to sleep. That left me, Steve, Brad, Clark and Eric. We sat and stared at each other for a while, and after a lengthy pause, I said, "OK, fellas. What are we going to do now?" Steve suggested that we play a game, and I began listing all the board games we had in the office. None sounded terribly interesting, though, and we just stared at each other. Suddenly, as if inspired, Brad yelled, "What was that game we used to play as kids? Was it Truth or Dare?" Clark echoed, "Yeah! That was a cool game! Let's play!" I looked at all four of them in turn with a question mark face. Each nodded almost gravely-- it was comical and eerie all at the same time. Once I realized that everyone wanted to play, I motioned for them to join me on the floor in a circle. We all sat facing each other and sat nervously. I told them that each would get a chance to challenge all four of the others and that everyone had to take this seriously. Steve started by looking at Brad. "Truth or Dare?" he said. Brad replied "Truth, man." "OK...." started Steve. "Have you ever had sex with a girl?" Brad immediately spat out "Sure, man! Are you kidding?" Then Steve looked at Eric. "Truth or Dare?" Eric looked straight at Steve and said "Truth." Steve thought for a moment and said, "Have you ever had sexual thoughts for a man?" There was a long pause. Time seemed to drag out. Finally, Eric answered meekly "Yes. Yes, I have." Steve finished his round with much the same innocuous questions until Clark began his turn. After asking me if I had ever tasted my own semen and I had replied yes, he looked at Eric and said, "Truth or Dare?" Eric said "Truth" and appeared to hold his breath. "This is a two-parter, man. Second round questions are allowed to be two-parters, right?" Everyone nodded. "What I want to know, then, is (a) if those sexual thoughts you've had about men were about anyone on our floor, and (b)if so, who?" The electricity in the room rose unbearably. Suddenly this was not such an innocent game. We all looked expectantly at Eric who was, at this point, sweating bullets. "C'mon, guys. This isn't fair!" he wailed. "We all agreed to do this, man. You can't back out now!" I replied. "Okay, okay, let me think a minute, then," Eric mumbled. We waited in silence for a few seconds and then Eric spoke. "At first, I was not sure who I was interested in. There are several very handsome guys on our floor. I started lusting after several of you guys even though I assume you are all straight. I've narrowed my lust down these past few weeks to two guys. Now don't get pissed, but one is Clark and the other is Andrew." No one spoke for a few seconds, then seeing that it could get out of hand, I said, "Well, frankly I'm flattered, Eric. I think it's cool." "Yeah, me too, man. No sweat," said Clark. Brad looked around and said, "This is making me horny. Why don't you blow me, Eric?" I looked at Brad with shock and said, "Jesus, Brad. The man just told you a deep dark secret and you are trying to make him feel worse? You should be shot!" "Oh, man, I'm sorry. I'm just so horny I can't stand it. Hey, Eric, I DARE you to eat this...." and with that he whipped out his monster cock, the cock I had seen earlier in the showers and beat off over. Eric looked around helplessly, but grinned and said, "What the fuck.... a buddy in need is a buddy in need!" With that he crawled across the circle and swallowed Brad to the hilt. Brad, somewhat surprised that Eric had actually been so bold, let his hands fall to his sides and moaned. "Oh, shit, Eric. That feels great." We were all enjoying the show. I could see big bulges all around the circle, and several hands crept secretly to caress what lay beneath those mounds. I felt a little bolder and took my aching cock from the confines of my jeans and began jacking. Steve looked at me questioningly and I nodded. He scooted over and swallowed my cock with the practice he had gained earlier in the week. I turned myself around and pushed his shorts and jock down and took his rockhard cock down my throat. Clark seemed to be the only one who was alone, and he was apparently pretty nervous. I saw him eyeing all this hot action out of the corner of my eyes and stopped sucking Steve long enough to say, "Why don't you drop those drawers and join in, Clark? You've got nothing to lose!" Clark stood up and shucked his clothes off and stood totally naked, towering over the four of us sucking so madly. He suggested we form a chain, and with a little maneuvering, we did so. I sucked Steve, Steve sucked Brad, Brad sucked Clark, Clark sucked Eric and Eric sucked me. The room was filled with the musky smell of these five bouncing crotches, and the sexual tension was high. Eric was the first to come, blasting his cum all over Clark. This apparently triggered Clark because I heard Brad swallowing madly, trying to catch every drop. Brad came close to that because Steve gasped as Brad's sperm shot all over his face, dripping onto the floor. I shot about this time, surprisingly down Eric's throat. He took every last drop and smacked his lips when it was over. Steve shot down my throat shortly thereafter. We all lay back and grinned. "Shit, I never knew it could be that good, man," said Brad. "I can't believe I've been trying for six months to get Susan to do that and I could have had it right here!" Everyone seemed kind of uncertain what came next, so I lay on my back and asked Steve to fuck me. He mounted me with a grin and began pummeling my ass with a vengance. The other three stood over us, beating renewed erections furiously. Just as Steve shot deep within my ass, I was showered with cum from the other three. Steve and I licked each other clean much to the delight of everyone present, and we all lay back exhausted. No one spoke for a while as we fondled ourselves to a third erection. The cadence of our slow jacking increased until we were all in a circle jerking for our lives. I shouted breathlessly, "The one who hits closest to the bottle cap in the middle of the floor gets to fuck me!" They all grinned gleefully and began to concentrate. When everyone started shooting, only Eric was able to hit the bottle cap. When it was all over with, I got down on all fours and offered him my ass. He got behind me and plunged headfirst into my ass, sliding effortlessly in and out of the well lubed canal. It felt so good that I started moaning groaning with each thrust. We were feverishly rocking back and forth as the other three watched. They were grinning intently and concentrating on every move we made. Eric shouted triumphantly as he began pouring shot after shot of hot steamy spunk into my ass. He came for a surprisingly long time considering what he had already poured forth, and pulled out as the last shot arched over my ass and hit my back. He fell back on the floor panting and gasping and I crumpled on the floor. Just about this time, the night security guard was walking the hallway and hearing the ruckus, knocked on the door. I knew from his jingling keychain who it was and threw my shorts and t-shirt on and ran to the door. I opened it slightly and stepped outside. "Is everything okay in there, sir?" he inquired with a curious wink and grin. "How long have you stood here, officer?" I asked. "Just long enough to get pretty turned on, man. Wanna let me have a try at that sweet ass?" "Sure, man. Let me deal with them, and I'll meet you in my room in a few minutes." With that, he turned and walked towards my room. I went back in and told the guys that a security problem had come up and I had to go deal with it. After assuring them that we could do this again before break was over, I headed down the hall to my room and to the hunk that was waiting to ravage my ass. Needless to say, the security guard and I had a wonderful evening that lasted way into the early morning hours. Part VII Now that the inspection was over with, I could concentrate on the next things on my calendar. I dug down through the piles of paperwork on my desk and found it, the book that governed my existence. Scanning the next couple of days, I saw no major events until my eyes wandered to Friday where I had penciled in "Mark?" Could this be the weekend that my little brother was coming to visit and see what college was like? I quickly dialed home and got him on the second ring. "Hey, Mark, this is Andrew. Are you still coming up this weekend?" "Yeah, man, if it's OK with you. I've been looking forward to this for months!" "Sure," I replied. "My room is a mess but that shouldn't bother a slob like you! Ha!" "No, you know I don't give a shit about what your room looks like. I guess I will be there before dinner Friday. Wanna go out somewhere?" "Sure! I'll be looking for you. You know how to get here don't you?" "Yepper! See ya Friday, man!" "Bye!" I hung up the phone and stared at my messy room. Beginning to straighten up a little, I thought to myself how much I was looking forward to seeing Mark. I don't get to see him often since he is a three season athlete in high school. Since he was on spring break in the middle of his senior year and had not opted to take the traditional cruise with his friends, coming up here would be a perfect vacation for him and a welcome respite from the grind for me. Three days passed quickly, during which time I made some plans for friends to join the two of us and cleaned up my room. I was tempted to forget moving in another bed for him and just have the two of us sleep together like we did when we were younger, but since Mark is quite popular with the girls, I decided to give him the option of having his own bed. I waited around Friday afternoon in anticipation of his arrival. At about 5 o'clock, he finally showed up, having drive the better part of the morning and afternoon. He jumped out of the car and ran to me, yelling all the way. We met on the sidewalk and hugged briefly, shook hands, and I helped him carry his stuff inside to my room. As we were walking down the hall, several heads popped out to see what he looked like since I had described him to my friends as a model- quality god. They smiled as they realized I was right. We went into my room and I tossed his stuff on the bed. I offered him a coke which he accepted and we sat down and caught up on the boring family stuff. I asked him how his love life was going, and much to my surprise he looked down and said nothing. "What? My little stud-brother having a hard time with the chicks? I don't believe it!" was my amazed response to this. He looked at me and said, "Well, the truth is, I don't think I like them anymore." "What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously. "Well, you've told me many times how wonderful your life is, and how much pleasure you get from fucking sucking men. I think that maybe I am supposed to be that way too. I've never tried anything much, but there's this little nerd who picks up our equipment after track that has sucked me off a couple of times, and each time he does it I want to suck him off even more. That's why I came here, man. I thought you might be able to help me find out which I really prefer." He looked at me with pleading puppy-dog eyes and I could think of nothing to say. Finally, I sqeaked out, "Are you saying what I think you are saying, man?" He looked at me and nodded, got up, closed the door and locked it. He took his clothes off slowly with his back turned to me. I had often fantasized about this moment, but never seriously given it a lot of thought. As he turned around, the first thing that came into view was the most incredible cock I had ever seen. He smiled sheepishly as he gave it a playful tug and walked towards me. I stood up and started unbuttoning my clothes. He stopped me and did it himself, taking off each piece slowly and seductively. When he had completely disrobed me and my cock was bouncing in the wind, he knelt down and looked long and hard at it. Tentatively, he stuck out his tongue and touched it to my cockhead. He seemed to like the taste and feel since he slowly began inhaling my tumescent shaft, inch by deliciously slow inch. Finally, with his nose nestled in my pubes, he began his first suck job with the skill of a novice and the dedication of an expert. I began to shake uncontrollably from the action he was taking, and sat down on the bed. I grabbed his ears and pulled his mouth off my cock, making a plopping noise as he released it. I told him to stand back up and as he did, his enormous cock brushed my cheeks in passing. I looked at this marvelous piece of manmeat for ages, taking in each vein, crevice and pore. It was truly the most amazing cock I had ever seen. The head was huge, the size of the larger mushrooms you find in the grocery store. The shaft was at least ten inches long, maybe more, and I could just barely get my medium sized hands around it. Thick, blue veins throbbed the entire length of it and I watched the blood flow from the tip to the root curiously engrossed. I finally snapped out of my daydream and licked the head all over. This made Mark shudder, so I had him lie down on the bed where I could work on him better. I took the head in my mouth and lavishly swirled my tongue around and around its soft velvetness. He moaned in appreciation as I began inching down, down, down, down until I could take no more. I looked down and realized I only had half of it in my mouth. I was determined to take the whole thing and show my brother why men give better head than women. I concentrated on nothing else, and soon found my throat muscles relaxing enough to take a few more inches. Finally my nose found his soft and thick pubes, and I drank in his manly scent for the first time. This was pure, raw, animal magnetism at its best here, folks. The tastiest piece of fuckmeat I had swallowed in ages! I slowly slid up and down on the shaft, fondling his heavy ballsac while I was sucking him off. He began writhing on the bed, and I knew he was close so I eased off. I lay atop him and looked deep into his eyes. He smiled weakly, still in the throes of trying to cum and not being allowed to. I looked down and asked him if he was enjoying himself and he could only nod and lick his lips. As he opened his mouth to say something, I locked mine over it and stuck my tongue in his mouth. My tongue played hide and seek with his, searching and seeking until the two met in the middle, wrestling to express the emotions that we both felt for each other. My hands wandered over the broad expanse of his body rejoicing in the smooth but well toned muscles they found as they glided. I inched my hands down until they found our cocks, and I grabbed them and began to rub them together, kissing all the while. Gasping for breath, I broke the kiss and traced his chest with my tongue. I swirled my tongue around his firm pectorals, and honed in on his hard nipples, each chocolate brown and hard as nails. My mouth followed the light trail of hair formed between his tits down to his navel and into his crotch. I gave his cock a few more loving strokes with my tongue and then lifted his legs over my shoulders. I followed that wonderful little cord of flesh between balls and ass and reveled in the musky smell of it. My tongue found his ass and began pushing its way into his virgin hole by swirling in circles, closer and closer and closer until it finally hit the bullseye and began prying its way in. Hitting paydirt, I felt around the insides of my little brother's asshole with my tongue, sending as much spit as I could inside. I pulled my face away and jabbed at his shitter with my longest finger, inching those tight walls open and feeling around inside. He began to whine like a beat child and surprised my by begging for more. "More fingers! More fingers! Don't stop!" he cried. Eager to please I inserted one then two more fingers. I had three fingers planted firmly in his ass, writhing around. He was almost in a frezy to be fucked, and this only turned me on more. With one hand I lubed my dick with some additional spit and pulled my fingers from his ass. He whimpered for more, and then sighed contentedly as I slipped him my throbbing rod. I pushed in slowly, trying to minimize the pain and shock I knew he was experiencing. His face had screwed up in a scowl as he grimaced from the shock of the intruder, and I continued to ease in slowly. Each inch brought me closer to being all the way there, and when I finally pushed my pubic hair into his asscheeks, I knew we had become one. His face had relaxed somewhat, and the new expression was one of pure wonderment. He smiled as he noticed me looking intently at him and said, "Fuck the utter shit out of my hole, big brother. I want to feel your wonderful stud-cock beating in and out of me! Fuck me to death!" It was the brotherly thing to do. I did as he asked and began pummelling his ass to death! I was heaving my whole body into the fuck, moving forward and down, backward and up, until we had established a cadence that would keep us going. He met each thrust eagerly and as sweat sprayed off both of us, we shouted in unison, alternately praising God and calling on the Devil. I was close. So close that I could not stop. I reached down and began fisting my little brother's cock with all the energy I had left. I beat him furiously to the same beat that I was raving his tight little ass. We worked in tandem, shouting and yelling as we reached pleasures with each other that we had not even dreamed of. Suddenly, without warning, Mark began to literally spray our bodies with jet after jet of steamy cum. It kept coming and coming until I thought he would drain his whole body of fluids. He grunted and panted as he came and his face was screwed up in an image of pure animal lust. As he continued to whitewash his belly and mine, I began pumping an incredible load of my own, bathing the inside of his ass walls with creamy spunk. We both were frenzied, and were yelling at the top of our lungs. I continued to jack and fuck, milking out the trail end of each of our huge loads. Finally spent, I reached down and slurped up some of his sperm from his belly. It was so like mine, and so different, all at the same time. I kissed him deeply, feeding him his own load in the process, and our hearts beat on, still quick, but slowing. We cuddled on the bed, covered from head to toe in sweat and semen, and fell asleep as a light breeze caressed our naked skin. Several hours later, I felt him stir beneath me and I awoke to find him staring deep into my eyes. I grinned and asked, "Still confused about which sex brings you more pleasure?" "Nope. But I would really like to do it again, just to make sure!" he said. And we did. Part VIII College for me has not been all fun and games, fucking and sucking. Every now and then, I have to settle down to some serious schoolwork. As I am basically the center of attention on my hall, I rarely get anything done in my room. As such, I have been known to haunt the college's library from time to time. On one such night, I had been at my desk in the stacks somewhere for about two hours, when the urge to piss overtook me and would not allow me to concentrate. I'm not terribly fond of public bathrooms on this campus; for some reason they are always dark and seldom cleaned. I had never actually been in any of the bathrooms in the library, but had to go so badly I would have peed in a can if I had one. Bucking up my courage, I put my book down and headed off in search of the bathroom. It was in the center core of the building where the elevators were, and I was surprised, upon entering, at the overall brightness and cleanliness of it. Don't get me wrong, now-- I wasn't about to eat off the floor, but I felt more than satisfied that germs flying through the air would not land on me and turn me into The Fly. I appeared to be alone, and went into a stall. I hurriedly unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out and began pouring forth the torrential rains that I knew were lodged within my bladder. As I stood there, I realized that other bodily functions were required as well. I undid my pants and turned around and sat down and went to work. As I sat there, I began to notice the graffiti on the walls of the stall. "For a really good time call...", "I suck big cocks only if you call...","I need to get off bad...", and one that caught my eye especially: "I am new to cocksucking and need practice. Will be here at 9:00 pm on the 17th. Tap your foot if you want service." I looked at my watch and realized it was one minute until 9:00 on the appointed date. Just as I was marvelling at the boldness of this invitation, the outer door to the bathroom opened and someone came in and took the stall to my right. I heard jeans unzipping and a little shuffling around, but did not hear any of the typical sounds of someone using the bathroom for its intended purpose. This was getting interesting. The person next to me began making "obvious noises" and so I stuck my foot under the partition and tapped it a couple of times on the floor. He pushed my foot back to my side and a piece of paper came floating down from over the partition. I unfolded it and it said, "Throw this back if you are interested in some serious head, and do not move from where you are right now." The mystery and intrigue levels here were starting to get me excited and my cock reacted appropriately. I threw the piece of paper back over the partition and waited, my cock throbbing in my lap. I couldn't resist giving it a couple of strokes as I waited for the mystery man's next actions. I was completely unprepared for what happened next. As I sat there, the front of the large institutional toilet paper roll holder opened to reveal my mystery man's side of the stall. He had removed his unit completely, and was pulling the "innards" of my unit to his side. In a second or two, he had a large hole between the stalls that was just the right height. I looked through the hole and saw nothing at first, then a finger beckoned me (or my cock, I should say) to stick itself in the hole. "What the hell," I thought, and stood up and stuck my ramrod through the opening. In nothing flat, sweet and terribly wet lips had encircled my knob and were sucking insistently. I put my hands on the top of the partition and let this guy go to work. He sucked like a novice but was insistent and trying very hard to be good at what he was doing. His tongue flicked around my engorged cockhead and each drop of precum that seeped out went straight down this guy's throat. I moved my pelvis with the rhythm he was creating, and before long, he had managed, much to my amazement, to swallow the length of my rod. I began building my fuckpace to a slow canter, pounding the partition harder and harder as my cock sunk in and out of this sweet mouth. He was getting better with practice, and soon had me humming to myself as I prepared to blow. I began rocking harder and harder, pummelling his face with my tube until the moment arrived when my balls began forcing their sweet nectar to the outside world. He sensed my impending orgasm and clamped down on my cock with all his might as if daring any spunk to leak out. The pressure was all I needed and I began to unload blast after blast of sexjuice into his waiting and greedy throat. I came four or five times, shooting slightly smaller blasts each time, until my legs were shaking so hard that the partition was banging back and forth. As the last dribble poured out of my cocktip, I withdrew from his mouth and stepped back, gasping for breath. I looked through the hole and was amazed to find the last person I expected to find sucking cocks in a library bathroom: my next door neighbor, Ted. I stuck my face through the hole, smiled, and said, "Goddamn, man! If you wanted action, you should have just come next door!" He bent over and smiled. "Don't you find this a little more exciting, though, man?" he asked. "Well, sure. I must admit it was really hot knowing we could get caught, but I'm so hot now I could go again!" "Well, why don't we go home and do something about that, Andrew?" With that having been said, he closed up the hole, putting the toilet paper units back into place. We went into the library proper, I gathered my books, and we began the long walk back to the dorm. As we walked, I hung back a little so I could look at him. I had never really noticed Ted before-- he's not terribly good looking but he's not ugly either. Kind of nondescript, really. I checked him out as he walked, and I like what I saw very much. He had a tight little ass that just begged to be plugged. We arrived back at the dorm and went straight to his room. With almost no conversation, we undressed and met on the bed, mouths open to each other, kissed long and hard. While rolling around, I could feel my cock rubbing his, both of which were hard as rocks. I knew what I wanted and flipped him over so that he was on all fours. I pried his buttcheeks apart and sunk my tongue into his musky hole. I reamed him for a considerably long time, enjoying the feelings and sensations that my mouth was experiencing. Ted seemed to be enjoying himself as well as he pushed his ass back towards my face and wiggled around, trying to create new depths for my tongue. Able to stand the pressure no more, I got on my knees and pushed my cockhead against his hole. I began to push in and he roared, "Take it easy, asshole! I've never done this before!" My cock instantly got harder knowing that I was about to fill virgin territory. I eased my cockhead past the constricting muscles and it sank into his ass canal. Ever so slowly, I eased my fucktube into his tight hot hole until I had buried myself to the root and my pubes were scratching his asscheeks. He moaned in pleasure and that gave me the go-ahead to fuck the crap out of him. My passion and lust had built to a frenzied level, and I began thrusting in and out hard and long. He was moaning loudly now, grunting as I hit rock bottom at each thrust. I grabbed his hips and threw myself into my fucking, pounding his ass with all my might as I rode this guy like a cowboy. He grunted and moaned in appreciation, bucking with me until we were literally a blur. With little warning, the lava in my cock began to flow deep within his bowels, bathing the hot rippling flesh with warm creamy spunk. I blasted several big shots and withdrew, shooting the rest all over his asscheeks. As I calmed down, I bent down and licked his ass clean, rimming the entrance to his ass, tasting my semen mixed with his musky goo. I flipped him over and sat right down on his cock, bouncing up and down until he was digging his fingernails into my arms. I knew he must be close, and true to form, he shot his hot load with great force up into my ass. I slid up and down on his pole as he shot, relishing in the squishy pleasure we were both experiencing. I slowed as I felt the last spurt shot inside me and allowed his cock to find its way back to the outside. I laid down atop him, and we kissed deeply, rolling around on the bed. Panting and with hearts racing, we drew apart and laughed. "Had I known you were this good, I would have never left this building, stud!" Ted said to me. "Well, I'm always here, always horny, and always willing," I said with a wink. "Come back any time." Ted left shortly thereafter, after planting a few more kisses my way, and I sat down at my desk and returned to my studies. Part IX Once a year the entire Housing staff, comprised of two hundred RA's, thirty GR's and several other assorted Housing folks leave campus en masse and travel to some cheesy campground or other such "resort" for two nights and three days of intensive training and bonding for the following year. I have always hated these adventures. There's always a lot of touchy-feely activity that frankly gags me thinking about it. I have, in the past, always had a miserable time. This year looked no different. We all amassed at some god-forsaken camp that the Health Department might be really interested in, and were given bunk assignments in an acre of cabins. I was bunked with other members of the staff of my building and for some reason, there was room for one extra person and it was filled by a guy from another community that I didn't know. I could tell, as we all unpacked and goofed around, that he was very uncomfortable being with a group of people who knew each other well and didn't know him, so I went up and introduced myself to him. Standing close to him, I got a good look at him and realized, much to my pleasure, that he was quite attractive. Jason was about five ten, was slight in build, and had long flowing auburn hair that almost reached his waist in the back. It was perfectly straight, perfectly sparkling clean and blew gently in the wind. His face was smooth and clear. His smile was absolutely flawless, and his big manly hands felt good in mine as we shook hands. Jason was, in a word, a handsome boy! I told him about some of the people on my staff and suggested we walk down to the "chow hall" and get a coke while we were waiting for the first session. As we walked, we talked about ourselves and our lives. Several minutes passed as we walked and enjoyed each other's company when Jason stopped and turned to me. "Are you, by any chance, the Andrew that is Andrew, the gay RA?" he asked me. "Yes, I am. I guess I have quite a reputation, don't I?" "Well, if what I hear is true, you are a real voice for the gay community on campus, and represent yourself and your peers well when confronted with residents and staff that have questions and concerns about gay life." "I'm flattered, Jason," I commented. "It has always been my hope to be open and free with information to foster growth of the gay/lesbian/bisexual community on campus." "I think that's cool. I've always wanted to sit down with someone like you and find out about gay life." "Well, there's no time like the present," I said. We left the main path and headed off into the woods. Within 100 yards, we had found a clearing that was rather well protected from the rest of the woods. We sat on a fallen tree and began to talk. An hour later (missing the first session, of course), we were still sitting and still talking. I had told him about my varied experiences and about coming out, etc. The conversation was pleasant to say the least, as I enjoy talking to people about my homosexuality. As we talked, we inched closer together quite unconsciously until our knees touched. The electricity that flowed from Jason's knee to mine was intense. I stopped talking and looked right into his eyes and said, "Do I take it that you are more than just curious about all this?" "I think so. I find the thought of male to male sex so arousing I cannot explain it." he said. I took his hands in mine and looked deep into his gorgeous eyes. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on the cheek. He kissed my cheek back, and without warning we were deeply kissing, wrapping our tongues around each other. We broke the kiss and I began to run my hands over his shoulders and down his back. He did the same to me as we resumed kissing. We kissed violently, passionately, hungrily until we had rolled to the soft ground in front of us. I laid Jason gently down on his back and unbuttoned his shirt. His chest was totally smooth and so incredibly soft that I almost came just running my hands across it. I tweaked his nipples as he raised his back up to remove his shirt. I laid it beneath him to form a cushion and began tonguing his chest. I sucked on his nipples, eliciting soft coos from him. He was running his wonderfully long fingers through my hair and whispering great things as I travelled down. I unsnapped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees and then off, finding, to my surprise that he was wearing no underwear! His cock was rockhard and curved slightly to the left. It was not massive in length, but was quite thick, tapered from the head to the root. It was nestled in soft auburn pubic hair and I ran my hands through it loving the soft feeling of it. I pulled his pants all the way off and hefted his heavy balls in my hands. They felt full of spunk, and I lowered my head to his cock to draw it out. I licked the head softly and gently as his hands found my hair and began twisting it. I took the shaft in my mouth and sank down to the root, easily filling my mouth with his rockhard member. I glided up and tongued the veins as I came up. I licked around the head, swirling my tongue in sheer adoration of this favorite piece of mail anatomy of mine. He was obviously enjoying what I was doing as the pressure he was putting on my hair got stronger and stronger. His hips began to lift off of the ground and I stopped sucking to lick on his balls. His ballsac, like so much of his body, was completely hairless and I licked each ball carefully, drawing them into my mouth first one at a time and then together. I continued my downward journey and licked the cord of flesh I find so erotic, the one that connects the balls and the asshole. As I arrived at his ass, he lifted his legs so that his knees were bent sharply, and presented his ass for my inspection. I tongued his cheeks in my traditional circling motion, getting closer and closer to his rosebud hole. Finally, able to stand it no more, I honed in on his hole and began actively licking and sucking it. I rammed my tongue inside his tight steamy bunghole and began a fucking-like assault on his ass. He pushed my head out of the way and rammed one of his long, bony fingers inside, pushing and pulling quickly, panting and gasping as he did so. I quickly shed my shorts and jockstrap and spit on my raging cock. I pulled his hand out of his ass (he was now shoving several fingers in and out) and rammed my cockhead towards his hole. Meeting a lot of resistance, I pushed hard until I felt the head slip by his gate. I sunk slowly to the hilt, joining his groans with my own. I lay atop him with his feet up in the air, and pulled out. In and out I fucked, eliciting sheer pleasure from his mouth and face as he looked up at me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me deep into him as his cock shook beneath my stomach and began spewing a huge load of cum. I pulled out and pumped my prick until it began spewing as well. We both watched as his chest became covered with our spunk. I shook the last drops from mine and pushed my fingers all over his chest, mixing our cum into a thick puddle. I leaned down and licked it up, keeping it in my mouth. When his chest was pretty clean, I laid down atop him and fed our loads to him. He swallowed hungrily, searching my mouth's many cavities with his tongue. We continued to kiss well beyond the consumption of the sperm, and our cocks hardened between us. We broke apart and I squatted over his cock. He pushed me away and knelt in front of my upturned ass and dove for my pucker, locking his lips over my hole and pushing his tongue as far in as it would go. In and out he teased me. Then he inserted one of his fingers and began scraping around, loosening me for his throbbing cock. I raised my legs high in the air and yelled, "Fuck me, Jason! Fuck me, you stud!" He needed little encouragement and mounted me like a stallion, driving his rockhard member deep into my bowels. I filled quickly and thrusted my ass muscles to tighten around his cock. I met each thrust he made by pushing my hips up off the ground. Our fucking gained a frenzied cadence as his cock sank in and out of my lusting hole. I grabbed him around the waist and pulled him deeper with each stroke. As his cockhead banged my prostate, I grunted and moaned in appreciation. His thick cock filled me completely, and I did not want this moment to end. Suddenly, with little warning, I felt the first spurt of his jetting semen hit the deepest confines of my ass. He continued to pelt my insides with hot creamy cum until he was flailing his arms and sweat was pouring from his cute chest. I pulled him deep inside and pulled him down on top of me as my cock began spewing between our heaving bellies. I kissed him deeply as our cocks subsided, his in my ravaged ass, mine between us. We kissed long and hard until our breathing returned to a more normal rate, and we rolled around a little, licking each other clean like little kittens. We met to kiss again, and then rolled apart to dress. As we dressed, we spoke little, but Jason smiled a lot at me, as if saying he was OK. I finally asked him what he was thinking, and he said, "You have no idea how much I enjoyed that! I know I am straight, and I love my girlfriend very much, but I now know how wonderful fucking between two men can be, and I think it is great! I can see why you like being gay!" I smiled at him and said, "Anytime you feel the need to do this again, just let me know. I think you are about the hottest little thing I've come across in a long time, Jason!" "Well, I hate to admit it, but I think we have some free time tonight after sesssions. Can we come back and fuck some more?" Jason asked. And we did-- all night long!! (And boy did the staff whisper the next morning!) Hee Hee. Part X There are very few things that relax me more than playing the piano. Near my dorm in the Fine Arts Building, there is a whole floor of private practice rooms housing some fine pianos. Every once in a while, when I really need to relax, I pack up my music and head to the practice rooms to play. Perhaps the most interesting thing about these practice rooms is that once you close the door, no one can see in to see who is playing. You even have the luxury of locking the door if you so choose. All of this is to say that anything you feel like doing while practicing is pretty much fair game. I find the piano a highly erotic instrument. I play with the passion of a Master though I play poorly in the grand scheme of things. I am in the habit of wearing almost nothing when I play, and at some point during my session, I end up naked as a jaybird. It is amazing how you can feel each note of the piano deep into your body if you are not encumbered by clothes! At any rate, I was playing one Saturday afternoon and had reached that naked state. I was the only one in the building as far as I knew, and was playing away to my heart's content. The music had found its way into my soul and I was enraptured. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I stopped playing and threw my shorts on quickly and jumped up to open the door. Throwing the door open I was confronted with a fine specimen of man the likes of which is rarely seen on this campus. He was well over six feet tall, had a rugged, chiseled face, a warm smile and wavy blondish brown hair cascading over his face and down his back. What a vision! He smiled at me and said, "I am terribly sorry to interrupt you, but I was wondering if you would let me come in and listen for a few minutes. You play so well I was moved in the hallway here!" I looked at him and said, "Sure! I am flattered! I'm Andrew, by the way," I said, sticking out my hand. He clasped my hand in his and I saw that his hands matched the rest of him-- huge! We went in and I closed and locked the door again. He sat down in the corner and said, "Pretend I am not here, man. I just want to sit here quietly and listen." "Well," I said, "if you weren't here, things would be a little different. I usually play in the nude, but in this case, I think I can adjust for you a little bit," I said with a laugh. "Hey, man-- don't change your routine for me. I have no problem with your being naked!" he said, smiling deviously. "That certainly brings a new twist!" "OK-- you asked for it." I then removed my shorts and threw them towards him where the rest of my clothes were. This was truly strange, but I decided that since he was behind me, he couldn't see much, and I began to play. I was enthralled so deeply several minutes later in a Chopin Etude that I didn't feel him standing behind me for several seconds, and when I did, I felt his presence deeply within me as he swayed with me to the music. I stopped playing and turned slightly around to face him. He put his hands on my shoulder and said, "I hope you won't find this obtrusive, but your music has moved me. I feel the need to touch you. I guess you may have figured from all of this that I am gay, and I will understand if you are not and are turned off by all this, but I find you a beautiful man making beautiful music, and I can't stand it." This was a real twist! I am so used to being the instigator of this sort of thing I was slightly taken aback by the advances of this stranger. I looked up at this massive man and said, "Actually, I am gay too. Why don't you take your clothes off and join me on the bench and let me show you something?" He disrobed eagerly and sat down next to me on the bench, our naked bodies touching at the hips. He looked at me and said, "By the way, my name is Ian." "Well, Ian, I said, grabbing his rockhard cock with my right hand, "feel this!" I struck a deep note on the piano and the reverberations shook through my body down my arm and into his cock. He shivered as the note shook through him. "Isn't that cool, man?" I asked. "I've never felt anything like it! Do it again!" I struck another note, this time deeper, and he shook from the feeling he was experiencing. I placed his hand on my cock and hit another note, this time letting both of us rock from the vibrations. I took my hand off his cock and began playing Tchaikovsky's Fourth Symphony. His hand was still on my cock and was shaking as he swayed back and forth to the music, eyes closed and smiling. I played on, getting so wrapped in the music that I forgot Ian for a second until I felt his hand sliding up and down on my cock. I looked down as I played and drank in the vision of this enormous hand softly caressing my throbbing member. I stopped playing and grabbed his dick. It was not particularly large considering the size of him, but it was smooth and hard as a rock. I looked more carefully at him and was quite impressed with his massive chest adorned with a soft nestle of hair just in the cleft between his pectorals. His nipples were huge, taut and hard as nails. His eyes were closed and I couldn't resist leaning over and kissing him. He opened his eyes and kissed me back deeply, passionately, warmly. We turned to face each other, our cocks rising between us in mock defiance of each other as we kissed. He wrapped his big manly arms around me and hugged me tightly. The passion was intense. I broke the kiss and slid off the bench and onto the floor. Pulling Ian down to me, I flipped him around and we ended up in a sixty-nine position. Quickly we devoured each others' cocks, rising and falling from the tumescent shafts with practiced expertise. I grabbed his ass and kneaded it as I sucked him off, revelling in the smooth feel of his skin and the toned musculature of his ass. He did the same to me and soon we were rolling around the practice room floor feeling, sucking and moaning. I slipped a finger into his tight little bunghole after sucking on it for a second and pushed in and out. His hips undulated in pleasure and he sucked harder on my cock. I withdrew from his mouth and told him to bend over the piano bench. At this height, his rosebud was winking at me at just the right height. I crawled to his rear and sank my mouth over his asshole, sucking in and running my tongue around and around his bunghole, inching closer with each pass. Finally I rammed my tongue into his hole, fucking him with light little jabs of my tongue. He writhed on the piano bench and his sweating body made him glide on the ebony finish easily. I stood up and placed the tip of my cock at his entrance and pushed in ever so slightly. Passing the flange, my cockhead became alive with the pressure and feeling of his warm, tight ass. I thrusted hard and sank deep within this beautiful hunk of a man as he cried out in pleasure/pain. "Take it easy, man! I've only done this a few times!" he cried in anguish. I stopped my entry and remained still for a few seconds so he could adjust to my cock, and when I felt him relaxing, I continued my push inward. I found rock bottom soon enough and my cocktip glided across his prostate gland. He moaned appreciatively as it did so, and pushed back on my cock to get the total depth penetration possible. Sensing that he was ready for more massive fucking, I withdrew and began my slow thrust inward again. He groaned as my cock slid through his bowels, and I began thrusting more earnestly. Slowly I built this masterful fuck into a rocking rhythm until he was moaning uncontrollably. I pulled him off the bench, still inside him and almost threw him on the floor, turning him over as he went. He was now facing me and put his legs over my shoulders. I reached down with my hands, still fucking frantically, and began running my hands all over his tight muscular body, gliding easily in the sweat that was beading on his skin. I fucked with all abandonment, plunging all the way in and pulling all the way out with each stroke. My cockhead was alive with feeling, and I knew I was close. "Don't cum in me, man!" he panted. "I need that load in my mouth!" I knew I was close, so I pulled out and fed him my aching cock. He sucked masterfully, drawing my cock in and out of his throat with wild abandon. I fucked his face, eager to shoot my load down his greedy throat. Without much fanfare, my cock erupted in an enormous lavaflow of semen, shooting deep within his throat. He drank greedily groaning deeply as he did so. I pulled my cock out of his mouth and stroked the last few spurts all over his face. Gasping for breath, I fell on him, wrapping my arms around his head. I licked my cum from his face and kissed him deeply, sharing my load with this wonderfully hunky man. I sqatted over his midsection and sank down on his rockhard member slowly and seductively, sighing and pinching his nipples as I sank down. I began to bob up and down and after several quiet and meaty moments until I felt his hips shaking. I looked down at his face and saw that he was grinning from ear to ear. "Here it cums, man!" With that, I felt a warm wave of semen splash my inner ass walls as he began shooting load after creamy load up my chute. I continued to bounce on his now sensitive cock as he shot his load, groaning in pleasure and passion as we rocked up and down together. His load began to dwindle, and his cocked slipped from my ass as it began to soften. Cum leaked down from my ass all over his crotch and I sat back a few feet from him and tried to catch my breath. We looked at each other, smiling, for several long minutes until he reached over and touched my cheek. "That was by far the most intense sex I have ever had, man! You are one talented dude!" Ian said. "You're not so bad yourself, handsome!" I replied. I crawled up to the bench and slid across it, hands on the keys. I turned to him and said, "And now, to show my appreciation for having had the experience of making love with you, I'd like to play an original composition." He sat up and wrapped his arms around his knees. I could see his soft cock nestled in his pubes as he closed his eyes and smiled. I began to play the composition that I had been working on for months. As I got into it, and as my hands coaxed the hauntingly eerie tune from the piano, I forgot that he was there for a moment and put my soul into it. I played the complex melody through several times and on the third time, he began to hum along with it. I grabbed the lyrics from the top of the piano and flung them at him. He grabbed the lyrics as I restarted the melody, and began to sing in a deep melancholy baritone that made my skin tingle. I had imagined how this would sound ever since I wrote the lyrics, but he made it come alive in ways I never dreamed possible. I played, he sang, we made music. We did it over again several times until we were too emotional to continue, and I joined him on the floor for a hug and kiss. We fell asleep there on the floor for some time, woke hours later and dressed quietly. "Would you like to meet here again and sing and 'play'some more?" I asked coyly. "Just tell me when, Andrew!" I did, we did, and the rest of the quarter sped by as Ian and I made more than one type of beautiful music together! Part XI I am not athletic. I detest sports of all kinds. Physical activity of any kind makes me queasy. But I do love athletes-- love them to death. There is nothing more fine in the whole world than a sinewy tight athlete. I had just gotten a call from a frantic mother of one of my residents. She called trying to find her son Jay, one of my residents. She said that it was urgent that he contact her and asked that I try to find him as soon as I could. I walked down to Jay's room and asked Phil, his roommate if he knew where Jay was. Phil told me to try the gym-- soccer practice had just begun and he was likely to be in the locker room before I got there if I walked slowly. I headed off to the gym hating the fact that I was headed to the one building on campus that meant absolutely nothing to me. My spirits lifted slightly at the prospect of perchance seeing a few hunks in the raw, and I walked across campus humming softly to myself about that prospect. I arrived in the locker room later than I thought. Upon asking where the soccer team cage was, the trainer said that most of the team had already showered and left, but he pointed to a cage down the hall and wished me luck in finding Jay. I walked down the hall slowly and as I approached the cage in question, I stopped. I peeked around the corner hoping to get a good look at some fine athlete ass before I waltzed in and was amazed to find Jay sitting on the bench alone, his back facing me, apparently busy with something in his lap. I stood and watched for a few moments and was futher amazed several anxious seconds later to see spurts of cum shoot out from his lap across the small cage. He was breathing heavily and sweat ran down his back. I quickly ducked into the next cage as he got up and grabbed a towel, laying something down on the bench. He walked to the showers, not noticing me at all. I stole into the cage and walked over to the bench where he had been sitting and bent over, running my hands over the warm spot on the wood where he had sat while jacking off. I looked over and was astonished to see that he had put down a magazine when he had gotten up to shower. I picked it up and the "fake" Time cover fell off, revealing a XXX hardcore male porn magazine called "Locker Room Romp." I paged through the magazine revelling in each page that was graced with photographs of two hot and horny young studs sucking and fucking in various stages of athletic dress. I particularly found one set of pictures with one fucking the other through the straps of his jockstrap appealing. I sat down and whipped out my rod, jacking softly as I turned the pages. My cock grew rapidly and soon I was earnestly stroking my rod and drooling over the photos in the magazine. I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I did not see or hear Jay return from the shower. The first I knew of his presence was his timid cough about a foot away. I dropped the magazine as if it were burning my hands and took my other hand from my throbbing cock. "Looks like you found something interesting to read, Andrew," he said, looking down coyly. "I guess so," I replied. "I never knew you were into this sort of thing, man." I replied. "We all have our secrets, Andrew. Not everyone is as open as you about their sexuality. I've wondered if all the rumors I had heard about you fucking most of the floor were true-- I guess they are, huh?" "Well, I haven't heard the stories, but I do get a fair amount of action on our floor. Even the totally straight ones are willing to have their cocks services sometimes, Jay!" Jay dropped his towel that he had been holding in front of him and I saw his cock for the first time. It was beautiful! I should stop now and describe the man himself, I suppose. Jay stands about six feet tall, is broad shouldered and broad chested. He has reddish brown hair and moustache and deep green eyes. His chest is more or less devoid of hair, and there is a small trail of curly pubes heading from his navel to his nestle around his fine cock. His cock arches about seven inches and is turned slightly to the left. Under it hangs two perfectly round and quite heavily laden testicles in a smooth ballsac. Running down from there are the two finest legs I've seen in a while. Total muscle, no fat, and only a smattering of downy hair. His feet are defined as totally manly-- it's hard to describe. After dropping his towel, Jay reached down and stroked his massive cock. It bounced and quivered to his touch and I was amazed that he could elicit such a response after having just cum so recently. He looked me deep in the eyes and said rather shyly and in a voice I had never heard from him before (childlike, I guess), "Do you think maybe you could service this little ol' cock, my RA?" I didn't answer with words. I simply slipped from the bench and sank to my knees in front of this classic looking man. I grabbed his cock out of his hands and licked the tip. He shivered as my mouth slowly began to descend upon his rod, inch by thick, hard inch. Before too long, and with a little effort, I had managed to swallow him whole, eliciting moans of pleasure from him. I began to suck him slowly, rocking his cock in and out of my mouth. He grabbed my head and pulled me down hard on his cock. He began shooting gob after gob of creamy spunk down my greedy throat as he moaned and grunted with each spurt. When it was all over and cum was dripping from my chin, I sat back down on the bench. I watched as he bent and began drying the sweat and shower water from his body. I eagerly drank in each motion as his towel filled hands ran up and down his sinewy body drying every crack and crevice. He turned and faced the row of lockers and bent over to dry his legs. From my vantage point I had a bird's eye view of his ass and could have sworn his rosebud winked at me. As he continued to dry and show his ass, he said, "You know, that was the first time anyone has ever done that to me. I've dreamed of that moment for a long time and never realized it could be that good. Thanks for initiating me. The only problem I have is that I somehow feel that you got left out of the process!" I nodded and said, "Yes, I did, but I get such a rush sucking a good cock I almost come in the process. Perhaps we can get together some time and I can show you some of the finer points!" "Like what?" he asked. "Like I'd really like to investigate your cute ass, Jay!" "Well, there's no time like the present, Andrew. Investigate away!" I reached out and pulled him towards me, still bent over. He stepped back a couple of steps until his ass was right in my face, and I pressed my mouth between his cheeks, prying them apart with my hands. I locked my mouth over his rosebud pucker and began to tongue his crack from top to bottom, pausing as I passed over his hole to quickly insert the tip of my tongue. He giggled uncontrollably the first couple of times I did this, but soon got used to the new sensations in his butt and pushed back, indicating he wanted more. I honed in on his rosebud and rammed my tongue in and out of his sweet manhole, loving the warmth and tightness of his anus. Pulling my face back, I sucked on one of my fingers and slid it gently into his ass, pushing and poking around until I found his prostate gland. He squealed in delight as I hit that magic spot and begged me loudly for more. I inserted a second then a third finger, and soon I had him whining that he needed MORE MORE MORE. Only too happy to oblige, I pushed him forward until his hands were placed on the lockers in front of him. I kicked his legs apart until he looked like he was spread for a frisking and whipped my cock from my shorts. I spit into my hand and ran it up and down the length of my cock and guided the head to his hole. I ran the head up and down his slit, teasing his quivering ass with the delicacy of a fair maiden and the insistence of a sturdy farmhand. Without a lot of pretense, I pushed the head into his hole and began ramming in deeper and deeper until his ass was totally full and clinching my cock in a death-like grip. He groaned as he felt me fill his crack, and pushed back to ensure total penetration. I slowly withdrew, loving the feeling my smooth cock was experiencing as it retreated from the warm depths of his asshole and pushed back in again. With each inward thrust, he met me with a backwards push of his own and I realized he was really getting into having his cherry busted by a pro. My fucking became insistent and then frenzied as I rode this athletic god and I pounded his ass with all that I had. I slapped his asscheeks a couple of times, garnering incredible groans from him. I reached around and felt for his cock to discover it was up and hard and arching out in front of him. I began to jack him and just as I began filling his belly full of my precious and copious load, he shot into my hands, the sperm arching forward and coating the locker doors in front of him. We both came for what seemed blissful eternity, and I felt the semen inside his ass building to bursting level. I quickly pulled out and shot the last load over his shoulder and onto the locker door high above his head. He raised his head up and licked the door clean as I grabbed him, spun him around, and planted my mouth over his. We kissed, moaned, and ran our hands over each other like lovers who hadn't seen each other in months, whimpering and whining all the while. "God, Jesus and Mary!" he cried, breathing heavily. "You are some goddamned good fucker, Andrew!" "Why thank you," I said, tucking my deflated cock back into my shorts. "Anytime you need it, just ask. I'm always hot and horny-- I'm the Horny R.A.!" We dressed in silence and I suddenly remembered why I had come to the gym in the first place. I told him of his mother's call and offered to walk back with him. As we walked, he seemed troubled, and I asked if there was anything I could do to help. He fumbled for the right words and took my hand in his. We stopped momentarily in the quad in front of the dorm and he turned to me and said, "I've just written to my Mom that I am gay. I guess she just got the letter. As cool as she has always been, I'm sure everything will be OK. Will you come with my while I call her, my studfucker?" I followed him to his room and listened over the speakerphone as he talked to his mother. She was very understanding and asked if there was anyone special in Jay's life yet. Jay said that he and I had just had sex for the first time (his first time) and that he had feelings for me. She didn't know I was in the room listening until he told her and the three of us ended up making plans to have dinner several weekends later in town. The dinner went well. Jay and I had couple several times in between and found each other to be the wonderful man we were each seeking. I told her of my many wanderings up and down the hall, and that I thought perhaps this was the man I could settle down and get to love, and she cried saying that she thought it was all too beautiful. We all cried and held hands, and she told us that she had always known Jay was gay and was proud of him and of me for being honest and open with her. We vowed to continue to do so, and bid her a teary but fond farewell. Jay and I headed across the quad after dinner. He and I held hands as we walked, much to the consternation of some of the people outside wandering around, and Jay turned to me and said, "I love you, Andrew, with all my heart. Will you be my lover?" I was choked with emotion and replied, "My darling Jay, of course. You are mine and I am yours." With that, we went to my room and fucked harder and with more intensity than we ever had before. We had found love and it was grand! Part XII Jay and I had just had our goodbyes and I waved as his car left the parking lot. In a few short months, Jay and I had developed not only a wonderful sexual relationship, but a friendship beyond measure. Unfortunately, he had just graduated and went on his merry way to the great void we know as the real world. I turned from the parking lot and headed back in, feeling a little down, but happy for my friend as he moved on. (OK, so I wimped out and wrote him out). This week promised to be a busy one, the most important reason being that we were expecting a VIP visitor to address the Journalism school. He was to be housed in the room next to mine, traditionally reserved for visiting professors and other VIPs. I returned to the dorm and keyed into the VIP room to check everything over once more. I had left a carefully displayed set of current magazines, some fresh cut flowers, and some fruit on the table. Everything was up to standards so I went to my room and changed. Several hours later, I climbed into a school van and drove the hour and a half to the airport. I had a sign saying "XYZ College" to hold for the VIP who I didn't even know the name of. The flight I was to meet had just deplaned when I walked through the airport concourse doors, and I held the sign high in the air towards the flood of people coming from the baggage claim. I waited for some time until I saw a familiar face coming towards me smiling. I wasn't sure, but it looked like Wil Wheaton of Star Trek, the Next Genereation! I smiled back and waved the sign some more. He walked up to me and said, "You can put the sign down. I'm the one you're looking for." I was flabergasted. Absolutely astounded. I said nothing as I grabbed his bags from him and headed out the door. I stowed his luggage and opened his door. I stuck out my hand and said, "My name is Andrew. I am the Resident Assistant in the dorm you will be staying in, Mr. Wheaton. Welcome! And may I add, I am one of your biggest fans?" "You may. Thanks, Andrew. Good to be here. Let's go!" We rode in silence for some time. There were a million things I was dying to ask him but didn't dare. Finally, he spoke. "So what is there do to at night, here, Andrew? Any interesting night life?" "Depends on what you call interesting. I am sure your life in Hollywood is much more interesting than life in this little town!" I replied. "Well, you would be surprised, man. Hollywood is OK, but there are no REAL people to hang out with. That's why I do these college trips. I get to meet real people and frankly, have much better times when I am on the road at places like your school. What I meant by interesting is, are there good night spots in town? Any gay bars? That kind of thing. You know." "Gay bars?" I asked incredulously. "What would you want with a gay bar, Mr. Wheaton?" "First of all, my name is Wil. And second of all, whether you heard in the Enquirer or not, I am gay. I love men. Sue me. I noticed by the way you have been staring at me that you must be, too." "Well, yes, I am, actually. And to tell you the truth, you are my greatest media fantasy at the moment. You have no idea how often you and I have slept together in my dreams, Wil!" "Sounds good to me, buddy. When?" We were approaching the dorm. I pulled in the parking lot and said, "How about now? You don't speak until tomorrow." "OK, let me get settled and I will call you." "My room is right next door. Bang on the wall or something." I went to my room and quickly showered and changed. Packing a few necessaries in a bag, I waited for the signal. Several minutes later (seemed like hours) I heard tapping on the walls. I flew out of my room and ran in the next, closing and locking the door. There, standing in the middle of the room, was Ensign Wesley Crusher, complete with Star Trek uniform, rank insignia and communciator. Jesus Christ I flipped. I dropped my bag and fished out my Science Officer Uniform I had gotten at the last convention. I quickly changed into my Lieutenant Commander outfit and stood before the Ensign. "Ensign Crusher, my name is Lieutenant Commander Whitaker, Science Officer of the Excelsior. Welcome aboard. Please come this way." I led him to the bed and pulled him down next to me. I removed his communicator and rank insignia, doing the same to myself. Feeling less conspicuous now, I wrapped my arms around my TV idol and kissed him deeply. He frantically searched the insides of my mouth with his tongue and I did the same. We broke apart long enough to rip our costumes off, and I looked down to his crotch and was astounded to find the largest cock I had ever seen on someone his size. Nothing terribly big, mind you, but on someone that skinny and small, it was enormous! I grabbed his hot poker and jacked a couple of wonderful strokes on it, loving the feeling my textured hands had on his smooth cock. He grabbed the tower rising from my lap and did the same. We kissed again, this time passionately, lovingly, as if we had all night to fuck and suck away. My hands roamed his perfect body, reveling in the smooth skin and well defined lines. We lay back on the bed, side by side and began exploring what we saw before us. I licked from his lips down his chin, across his adam's apple, and down his pefectly smooth and taut chest. I swirled around each nipple, biting them as I passed by. He moaned. My mouth trailed kisses and licks down his washboard stomach until my tongue hit soft angelic pubic hair. I swooped down on his cock and sucked with all my might, drawing his cock to etheral hardness. He turned around and began sucking me as I continued to worship his perfect prick. We slid in and out of each others' mouths perfectly, as if we were specifically made for the sport. Moaning and grunting, we pummelled each others mouths until we were both cumming feverishly into each others' mouths. Semen shot down our throats and bathed us. I couldn't handle the load I was getting, and some dribbled down my chin onto my neck. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that he was havinh the same problem. We broke apart and licked each other clean. I laid him on his back and lay atop him, 69 style and began tonguing his ass with a fever I never thought possible. He reached up and did the same to me. Soon we were writhing on top of each other and bouncing all over the bed as we tongue-fucked each other feverishly. I could stand this torment no more and rolled off Wil. I squatted over his midsection and sank down on his hard prick, truly feeling every tingle in my ass as my asslips opened to accept this monster invasion. He pushed up as I pushed down and we were soon locked together. I rose up and down slowly at first, then building speed, until I was bucking wildly on this stallion of a man. He rolled us over, his turgid cock still in my ass and took me from behind, slapping my ass as he plunged in and out. He cried loudly on a particularly deep thrust that bounced off my prostate making me scream in ecstasy, and shot deep within my bowels. I felt the hot spunk coat the insides of my ass-canal and pushed back to get the thrusts as deep as possible. The force of his spurts sent semen deeper than any previous lover I had encountered. As soon as he had finished cumming, and before he even had a chance to catch his breath, I flipped him over, grabbed his ankles and put them over my shoulders and rammed my cock into his love chute. I plugged that tight hole quickly, pounding my prick in and out with the voracity of a first time fucking teenager. I screamed and yelled as he grunted with each thrust. I began to shoot deep within him and continued to thrust in and out as my semen blasted into his deepest cavities. He moaned and groaned as he felt my essence fill him to the rim and begin leaking around my cock onto the bed. We fell back, happy and exhausted. We kissed and rolled around lavishly enjoying the experience of being naked together, and allowed our racing pulses and breathing to return to normal. Several hours later, after awaking, we went at it again, and again, until he had to address the J. school. Over the next couple of days, we became inseparable, both in public and in the bedroom, and fast became good friends. When I saw him off at the airport, he promised to write and to return to my school and I drove back happily ensconsed in reliving the fantasy-of-a-lifetime come true. Part XIII One night not terribly long ago, several of my residents had come to visit and play some board games to pass the time. We began with Trivial Pursuit and having finished that, I pulled out my X-rated version of the game. The four of us, myself, Tim, Kevin and Matt, had just begun play when a question about rubber toys came up. After a somewhat lengthy debate about what the game meant, two of the guys admitted that they had never seen a vibrator or fake cock or other toys in real life. I was quick to say that I had several toys they could look at if it would give them a better idea of what I was talking about. They all quickly agreed that they were interested in playing "show and tell." I got up from the table and went to my desk. Opening my bottom filing cabinet drawer, I pulled out several shoeboxes and placed them on the table, moving the game board out of the way. I opened the lids of the three boxes and watched the guys pore over the contents. I suggested that we dump them out and examine them further, and met with no hesitation. So I did. Soon, covering the table, was a vast collection of every conceivable sex toy available on the market. (I am in the habit of buying everything and trying them out). The guys were hesitant to touch until I told them that all of them were clean, and they began picking different things up and waving them at each other. Kevin was the first to look at me questioningly and ask, "Exactly why do you have all these things, Andrew?" The other two chimed in with similar remarks and faces. I took all of the toys from their hands and laid them down. I picked up the first thing I saw and said, "Well, here is your five minute education in sex toys, guys. First of all, you all know I am gay, right?" They nodded, somewhat solemly, glancing sideways at each other curiously. I resumed my discussion. "On the table are represented many of the sex toys you see in the backs of dirty magazines. First, we have the classic fake penis, represented here in several styles and sizes. Each is different and provides a different stimulation. This one here, for example, has raised ridges which provide extra frictional stimulation going in and out. "Then we have the battery operated vibrators. I have, as you can see, five or six of these, and each is different like the dildoes I just mentioned. "Then we have the class that is a collection of a bunch of different things. These, for example, are various sizes and styles of cockrings, these are anal beads, and these are some other anal masturbation devices." Matt said, "You mean you put all of these in your ass?" "Yep. Most of 'em. I have found that they enhance my masturabatory experiences tremendously when the real thing is, for whatever reason, unavailable." Tim held up my 24 inch rubber cock. "Surely you can't be serious! You put this huge thing up your ass?" he cried incredulously. "Not all of it, mind you, but I've managed to get over half of it up my chute with relative ease." "I just cannot believe that, man," Tim said. "Never in a million years will I sit here and listen to you tell me that you put something almost the size of my arm up your ass and you LIKE it!" "Actually, I love it. This is one of my favorite toys," I said, caressing the length of the enormous rubber penis. Kevin said, "I don't believe you, either. I'd have to see it to believe you can take half that thing, bubbah!" Matt chimed in with a similar comment. "OK, guys, put your money where your mouth is. How many think I can't do it?" They all raised their hands and Kevin said, "You can suck my dick til morning if you can take that thing, man." "Deal," I said. "Everyone else agree to the same terms?" They nodded and looked at each other nervously. I stood up and took my shirt off, peeled my socks off, dropped my shorts, and ripped off my underwear. I noticed, looking at all three of them, that the nervous tension in the air had caused three little tents to rise quite high in their laps. I got up on the table facing the three of them and lay back. I grabbed some lube from one of the boxes and began lubing the entrance to my ass. I worked my asshole with my fingers for several delicious moments and gave my cock a playful tug at the same time. I handed the monster cock and lube to Kevin and asked him to grease it up. He hesitated but did it quickly, covering the "headed" end well with lube. I took the dildo from him, raised my feet to bend my knees, raised my ass, and began sliding the head up and down my asscrack. Ever so slowly I honed in on my puckered rosebud and began to push the mammoth rubber cock into my willing ass. It took some work at first as my ass had not been fucked in some time. I slowly inched the cock into my ass until well over half of it was buried in my ass. I relaxed my ass and sat down, the end of the cock hanging from my hole invitingly. They all stared in disbelief as I raised up again and began pulling the thing from my chute. I pulled it almost all the way out and sunk it back again, groaning in sheer sexual passion as I did so. It felt so wonderful to be so full, and could have only felt better if the cock up my ass had been alive. Kevin reached out and grabbed the end of the dildo and pushed it back in again. He pulled it out and pushed it in, and said, "Never would I have believed this if I weren't sitting right here doing this with my own hands. What does it feel like inside you, Andrew?" he asked. I looked at him and said, "It's hard to describe. It is the most completely filling feeling in the world, it's incredibly erotic, and it feels wonderful. Now that I have shown you that this works, I think you all owe me something." I climbed down from the table and knelt in front of their three chairs. All were fondling their cocks through their pants and I began with Matt. He unzipped his pants and dropped them with his boxer shorts onto the floor. His cock, a seven inch thick whopper, rose from his midsection in splendor. I leaned over and devoured his cock in one downward motion, causing him to raise up in the chair and cry out sharlply. I sucked him expertly, bringing him to the brink of orgasm quickly several times until I felt him dump his creamy load into my willing throat. As I was drinking him dry, I noticed the other two were rapidly fisting their cocks and I reached out and pulled their hands away. Once Matt had emptied his nuts, I scooted over to Tim's lap and pulled his pants and g-string underwear down to his ankles. I grabbed his cock, one of those amazingly long and incredibly thin ones, and tried to take it all in at once. His sheer length prohibited that but I soon developed a sucking rhythm that allowed me to take him all in. I brought him quickly to orgasm and swallowed every creamy delicious drop. Kevin was last and was sweating and writhing in his chair by the time I got over to him. It took only several long delicious slides on his average sized cock to bring him off, and he dumped torrents of sperm down my greedy and near-sated throat. Once they had all cum, they relaxed and sat back in their chairs, idly fondling their cocks. I reached around my back and shoved the dildo further up my ass as it had slipped out some during my suck-a-thon. I began manipulating it in and out of my near-ravaged ass when Kevin got down on the floor behind me and began pushing and pulling for me. I reached down to work on my cock a little bit, and Matt surprised me by crawling under me and awkwardly taking me in his mouth. He was clearly new to the art of cocksucking, but took to it quickly, developing an interesting bobbing rhythm that had me close to shooting in no time. I pulled the dildo out of my ass and begged Kevin to give me the real thing. He was so caught up in giving me pleasure that I don't think he noticed that he had sunk his hard cock up my ass and was pummeling me for all it was worth. Tim stood up over me and began to beat his cock in my face. I reached up and drew him into my mouth again, sucking his delightfully rigid member deep into my throat. I ran my tongue around his cockhead as he pulled out, and gave him the best head I could muster under the given circumstances while Matt continued to blow me from underneath and Kevin continued to plow me from behind. We were all grunting and groaning and Kevin said, rather suddenly, "I want to know what it feels like. Somebody fuck me!" I motioned for Tim to have the honor and he scooted up behind Kevin and greased his ass a bit and then sank into him. Kevin cried out as his bung cherry was broken but soon discovered what bliss can be had when something soft and wet slides across the prostate gland! Matt climbed out from under me and mounted Tim effortlessly, making me wonder if Tim was the "virgin" he had made out to be. Tim moaned deeply in his baritone voice as Matt began riding him harder and harder. Though awkward, our position was interesting and all of us were deriving intense pleasure from being part of this daisy- fuck-chain. Moans and groans quickly became grunts and shouts as the fuckers found their cadences, and soon those of us being fucked were being bathed with semen in our deepest depths. I fisted myself to an explosive orgasm as I felt Kevin explode within me, and this chain reaction sped down the line until everyone was coming at once. After we had all cum, we collapsed in a tangled heap of heaving, sweating naked flesh and lay there panting. Kevin and Tim spoke almost at the same time, each offering some mild expletives. Matt just lay silently nursing his shriveling cock, smiling curiously. Once we had all caught our breaths, we separated and began to dress. I told them anytime they needed this sort of education, to let me know, and we all agreed to start the game again the following night. Part XIV Introduction: Near the main part of campus, mostly hidden by a grove of tall northern pines, is a small river that runs along the edge of campus boundaries. I have found this to be one of the few places on campus where I can go to be by myself and think. More often than not, I am the only person there and the solace and peace there is more than pleasurable. There have been times when I was not there alone, though. One time in the middle of the spring, I decided late one night that I needed some peace and quiet and headed across campus to the river. Upon arriving there, I sat down high up above the river and sat, staring at the water lazily wash by. Thinking I was alone, I lay back and began to hum softly, truly relishing the quiet night. Suddenly, my ears picked up a low moan coming from the sandy beach along the riverfront. I sat up and looked down. There, kneeling in the sand, was a young boy, perhaps sixteen or seventeen, oblivious to my presence. He was moaning softly and appeared to be swaying in the sand. I began to become very interested and watched him closely. As my eyes adjusted to the moonlit beach, I realized that he was rubbing his crotch with both hands. I immediately became interested. As his caresses got more intense, he unzipped his pants (I heard this more than I saw it) and he began making love to his young cock with earnest. Still oblivious to my presence, he laid back in the sand until I could see his stiff cock arching from his small pubic thatch. He was running his hands all over his naked chest with one hand, pausing to tweak his nipples. His other hand was busy bringing pleasure to his cock and balls as it roamed from one another in a causual but intense way. He moved both hands to his cock and began thrusting his hips into the air as he beat himself furiously, and shortly thereafter, an enormous arc of semen flew from his cock and arched back, hitting him square in the face. He came for some time, each spurt carefully aimed at his face until he could come no more. He caressed his softening cock with one hand and wiped his face with the other, licking the cum from it as he did so. He then lay there in the sand, breathing heavily until he regained his composure, dressed and walked down the beach towards town. I never saw the boy again, but was so moved by his display that I beat myself to a furious climax right there on the spot. The Story Itself: Several nights ago, I found myself sitting at my desk staring at some boring text book or another, wishing I was anywhere but where I was. Lost in a daydream that most likely was sexual, I was suddenly jolted out of my reverie by a knock at the door. I said, "Come in!" and was surprised to see Stan, one of the residents from upstairs standing at the door. We had made friends with each other through class more than through living in the same building, and though we knew very little about each other, I had always hoped we could develop the friendship a little more. "What are you doing studying on a beautiful night like this, Andrew?" he asked. "I have no plans for the evening and thought I would get a little work done. Doesn't seem to be progressing very well, though, I must admit. What's up with you?" "About the same. I've been working on that assignment for Dr. Schiller for hours now and have made no progress. Thought I would stop by for a chat since we've been saying for months that we wanted to chat about non-class stuff." "Cool. Pull up a chair. Want a coke?" "No thanks. Actually, I was wondering if you wanted to go for a walk. It's such a beautiful night and it seems a shame to waste it inside!" Stan commented. "Done!" I cried, slipping into some comfortable walking shoes. "Where to?" "How 'bout down to the river. The moon looks pretty inviting down there, you know." "I thought the river was a well kept secret. You've been there?" I asked. "Yep. Been there a couple of times. Never anyone around, you know." We headed out the door and took off across the campus. We talked as we walked and slowly divulged a lot of personal information as we walked. I kept pace with him and as we walked, I began to study him carefully. The more I saw, the more I liked. He was six feet easily, maybe taller and had very soft skin. The moonlight cast beautiful shadows on his body as he walked and I thought that I caught a glimpse of a pretty full basket. His face was one of classic Greek features, chiselled, manly, masculine. His curly dark hair cascaded over his brow and spilled down the nape of his neck in a subtle but wild array. Truly, this was a handsome man. We arrived at the river. Now, there are two ways to get to the beach. One is to slide down on your ass, the other is to run and hope you can stop at the beach before you plunge in the icy water. We opted for the first choice and bounced laughingly down the embankment. We arrived in somewhat of a heap at the bottom and sat down on the beach, about six feet from the water's edge. We talked about a lot of things for the next couple of hours, and we edged closer together as the air got nippier. After a somewhat long pause as we each reflected on what we had been talking about, I could stand it no more and put my hands on his face, drew him close to me and kissed him lightly on the mouth. I jumped up and walked over to the water's edge and stood there, facing away from him. "I'm sorry, Stan. I don't know what came over me, man. I just had to do that." I said, still not looking at him. After a few seconds, I heard him get up and approach me. He put his arms around me and drew me close to him and said, "Don't be sorry, I want this just as much as you do, Andrew." I turned to him, somewhat puzzled and said, "But I thought you didn't go for guys!" "So did I, but spending the last few hours with you has made me want to do this so badly I can't stand it, man." With that he planted his mouth over mine and began kissing me, lightly at first and then deeply, searching my mouth with his tongue as if on a life-threatening quest. We kissed for several long delicious moments until we were both shaking. I stepped back for a second and he turned his back to me, unbuttoning his shirt as he did so. He dropped his shirt in the sand and kicked his shoes off. Then, still with his back to me, he dropped his shorts revealing that he was not wearing underwear. I looked at him standing there in the moonlight, and was awestruck. This man was god-like! If Michaelangelo had a model for his "David," this would have been him: strong muscular legs and thighs, rich full arms, incredibly manly hands and feet, and tight round buttocks. He stood there for several minutes, as if not knowing what to do. I walked up to his back and knelt down behind him, grabbing his asscheeks in my hands. I pushed my nose into his crack and inhaled deeply, enjoying the manly scent emmanating from his body. I pulled his cheeks apart and stuck the tip of my tongue to his rosebud. I pulled it off quickly and repeated this action, poking my tongue in and out of his hot little hole until he was moaning. I flipped him around and saw his cock for the first time. It was long, thick and hard, sticking out of his dark pubic bush defiantly. I licked the head slowly and teasingly, drawing little whimpers and moans from him as my tongue glided back and forth. I took his cock in my hand and rammed it slowly down my throat, drinking him in and loving the feel of my tongue running down the length of it as I swallowed him. He grabbed my head and pushed and pulled it on and off his cock. I could tell he was close, and withdrew, gasping for breath. I stood and quickly shed my clothes joining him in nakedness. We embraced awkwardly at first, our thick turgid cocks pressed between us as we kissed deeply. We ran our arms up and down each other's backs, and explored each other as we did so. Our pelvises ground together causing our cocks to slide against each other deliciously. As we continued to search each other's mouths with our tongues, the friction of our cocks caused them to wiggle together, and soon we were spraying our loads between our heaving bellies, tongues still battling to show our feelings towards each other. With deep sighs, we pulled apart and laughed as we saw the rivers of semen running down our chests and legs into the sand. We rubbed our hands on each other, cleaning up a bit and let each other taste the combined loads from our fingertips. We kissed again, deeply, and sat down in the sand, fondling each other and quietly sharing the moment. A slight mist began to fall, and we dressed each other leisurely, kissing and touching as we went, until the mist became rain and we began walking, arm in arm, back to the dorm. Arriving there, we went to my room and continued our lovemaking well into the next morning. By morning, I had convinced him that male-male sex was the only way to go. Our cocks and asses were happy, but sore. Part XV Each year that I have been an R.A., there has been one man on my floor that just didn't fit in well. The stereotype was always the same: he was a nerd. They were always so similar it was scary. Always computer people, always math or science majors, always studies when everyone else was playing. The stereotype never deviated. And always, once per quarter, I made the extra effort to attempt to bring them into the mainstream of dorm and campus life with a personal visit to their room. My nerd of the year this year was no exception. His name was Chris something or other, a polish name I think, and he lived alone in a room at the dead end of the hall. I hardly ever saw him in public, and only occasionally saw him at the dining hall or in the bathroom. I had never heard him speak, and found out from the guys that lived on his end of the hall that he always had his door shut and never made a sound. Four weeks into the quarter, I decided that enough was enough, and it was time for the quarterly RA visit. I closed my door and locked it, and headed off down the hall. I stopped several times to poke my head into doorways and say hello, and was met with casual greetings at each stop. Finally arriving at my destination, I stood for a minute collecting my thoughts. I took a deep breath and knocked tentatively at the door. No response. I knocked again, this time a little louder. I heard a chair slide on the floor and then I heard footsteps approaching the door. The door opened slightly and Chris stuck his head out. "Yes?" he asked, somewhat shyly. "Hi, Chris. I'm Andrew, the Resident Assistant for this floor. I apologize for not having done this sooner, but I came to introduce myself and see how you are doing. Can I come in for a minute?" "I don't see why not," he said. He pushed the door all the way open and let me pass, quickly closing it behind us. He motioned for me to sit down on the bed and I did so, taking in the room with a wide sweep of my eyes. It's always the same, you know. Totally neat, everything in its place, carefully selected science fiction and astronomy posters mounted impecably on the walls, no dust or trash in sight, and the bed-- you could have easily bounced a brick off it it was so neatly made! We sat in silence for a few moments and I got my first really good look at him. He wasn't bad, actually. Kind of scrawny but in an academic sort of way. He wasn't the typical polyester nerd, though-- he was dressed rather preppily in an izod shirt and duckheads. And though he did wear glasses, they were not those plastic black things that make you afraid to touch him-- they were designer frames and they suited his fair face quite nicely. He had brown hair, every hair in place, of course and tried very hard to hide the fact that he had an interesting mound in his lap. I looked at him and said, "This is all rather routine, I'm afraid. I just haven't had a chance to meet you yet and wanted to make sure you got settled all right and you have found everything you need here, Chris." "Yes. This building suits my needs perfectly, actually, and I am quite fond of my room. I kind of wish there were two phone lines in each room, though as my computer needs a phone line to connect to the mainframe on campus." "Yeah, that's always been a problem for me too. My phone rings so often I am almost scared to login to the mainframe for fear of missing a call. Luckily, I have a beeper. What sort of stuff do you do on the mainframe?" He looked at me and got up, walking to the computer and said, "Let me show you!" I noticed that he had suddenly gotten some pride in his voice and realized that I had piqued one of his interests. We sat down side by side in front of the computer and his hands flew over the keys logging in to the system. Soon I was confronted with his directory and he began showing me projects, games, and other stuff. After an hour or so, I was enthralled, and he was warming to my enthusiasm. Unconsciously, I put my arm behind his back on his chair and relaxed as I listened to his soft voice extol the virtures of some computer crap that was totally over my head. He returned to his directory again and was about to start something else when I noticed something that shocked me! He had a directory entitled naked.men.binaries and I just had to know what it was. I asked him, and he blushed deeply saying, "Oh, just something a friend who doesn't have a computer asked me to find for him." I told him I was interested and we viewed several interesting and quite hot photographs that had been scanned into the computer. Some were just single men posing, but as we "flipped through" the extensive library, other men joined the solo's and soon the most amazing series of men fucking and sucking appeared on the screen. I looked down at his crotch and noticed not only an enormous bulge but a growing wet spot. I took his hands from the keyboard and placed them in his lap, covering his crotch briefly as I said, "This turns you on, doesn't it Chris?" He sat incredibly still and said nothing. "It's OK, Chris. It turns me on, too! Feel this!" I took one of his hands and placed it on my raging dick, letting it go to see what he would do. At first he let his hand rest there and tried to look noncommital, but I think his curiosity got the better of him after a while and he began caressing my mound intently. "Have you ever done this before, Chris?" I asked. "No," he said, his voice cracking, "but I've always wanted to!" "Say no more, man!" I said and stood up. I flipped off the computer and took his hand, leading him to the perfectly made bed and lowered him down onto it until he was lying flat on his back. I gently removed all of his clothing, and took his glasses off last. I dimmed the lights in the room a little and undressed in the middle of the room, dropping my clothes as they came off. I lay down next to him on the narrow bed and began running my fingers through his hair, down his face, across his chest and down his legs. His cock, an impressive six-incher, was swaying in the air, harder than I've seen a cock in some time. I stayed away from it at first, learning his body through touch, and trying to make him stop shaking. "Shhhhh." I said, trying to comfort his nervousness. "Just relax and let your body feel what is happening. Don't try to think about it, just let it happen" I said. I could feel him relax a little, and I bent down and brushed my lips across his lightly. He reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down until our mouths were crushed together, and opened his mouth. Our tongues found each other and we rolled on the bed embracing and kissing deeply. I broke my mouth from his slightly and pulled back, trailing his face with little kisses. I moved downward and kissed his chest, drawing each of his tiny nipples into my mouth and sucking on them until they stood up pertly. I continued my downward trek until I came to his cock, and I lightly lapped at his throbbing cockhead. The head was velvety smooth and felt incredible against my tongue. I drew him into my throat and began the earnest work of providing his first blowjob. I sank down to the root and drew back up again, running my tongue up and down the length of his pole as I went. He moaned and groaned quite loudly and begged me not to stop. I kept sucking and licking until I felt his entire body stiffen. I sank down to the base of his cock just as he began shooting his load. I pulled back to taste his sperm, and was amazed to find that it was really sweet, almost like sugar! I sucked him dry, gagging slightly on the copious load he was shooting into my throat, and pulled back, allowing the last shot to hit my face. I lay back to catch my breath and rest. He got up on his knees and began treating me the same way I had treated him. His kisses and licks were tentative at first, but as he gained confidence, he became bolder, sucking on my neck and producing a huge hickey (which nearly drove me over the brink right there, I might add) and then honing in on my aching cock. I pushed it into his throat and allowed him to adjust to the size of it. He signalled, by smiling, that he was comfortable, and I began rising off the bed, thrusting in and out of his warm mouth. He was really making me hot, and I knew it would not be long. Sure enough, within four of five good, deep strokes with his tongue and mouth, I began shooting my load into his greedy throat. He gagged audibly on the load but took it like a little trooper, swallowing deeply as I shot spurt after spurt of my wonderfully creamy spunk down his throat. We both lay back, panting and moaning as our erections returned to full tilt. I leaned over him and asked him, "Would you mind terribly if I assaulted your anus, my friend? It's just too hot to pass up!" "Just be gentle. I've never done this before, but I must admit that the sensations I feel in my anal orifice indicate a strong likelihood that I would find it a pleasurable experience." God, these nerds were all the same! Too funny for their own good! I parted his legs and lifted his ankles to my shoulders, easing my nose between his cheeks. The musky smell was overpowering and I was driven by a lust I hadn't felt in a while. This was, after all, virgin territory and I got to break it in! What a rush! I pulled his cheeks apart and began assaulting his asshole with my hard little tongue, pushing gobs of spit into his hole to ease my cock's entry. Once I felt he was lubed up enough (and once he was squirming uncontrollably), I placed my cockhead at his entrance, pushing slightly. He was more ready that I thought, however, and pushed back on my cock, forcing it to make a quick and deep descent into his inner cavity. My God, it was so tight and so warm and so slippery. Jesus, what a feeling! I pulled out and pushed back in again, slowly as if to not hurt him. He cried out, "Enough with the gentle shit, man, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" What could I do but obey the little guy. And so I rammed my cock in and out of his little bung hole, almost raping him with my frenzied need to get off in his little ass, and I fucked deep and hard. "Fuck me, you goddamn stud! Ram that cock in and out of me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Harder!" he shouted. "Blow your wad up my chute, man. Spray my insides with your hot seething cum! Do it, man, do it!!" He grunted over and over and over. His words drove me to passions I had never felt and I continued to ravage his ass. Finally, upon reaching his utter depths with a particularly hard thrust, I began dumping gallons of spunk in his ass, bathing his prostate and pushing my cock back our of his hole with the force of my blasts. My cock popped out with a little popping noise and a flood of musky sperm followed it, oozing onto the now messed-up bed. Chris reached down and gathered some of it up on his fingers and brought it to his lips, sucking and licking his finger clean. He did this several times, each time getting more intense with his passionate writhings on the bed. I sat back and watched him get off all by himself as my cock sprang another hard on. I began fisting myself unmercifully as he continued to gather spunk up and suck it from his fingers. His eyes were closed and he was moaning to himself almost uncontrollably. Suddenly, his hips went rigid and his cock started shooting straight up, covering his midsection, chest, arms, face, and legs with gob after gob of geyser-like shots. He came like a madman, consumed with lust and moaning deeply. I was so moved by this erotic display that I began coating his entire body with a surprise third load, just as big and wet as the first two. I bathed his face in cum until it shone in the dim light and he continued to fist and pump as I shot. Finally, totally exhausted, we lay atop each other, sliding around in our combined loads until we drifted to sleep, our hands around our pricks and our faces pressed close together. An hour or so later, I awoke to find him angling his cock into my ass. I back up on it and let him ride me until he came deep within me, and we lay there for some time, not talking, not moving. Finally, as I heard the chapel bells ringing, indicating dinner time, I got up and dressed leaving this ravaged and spent cute little nerd curled up on the messy bed, arms wrapped around him, lying in several big puddles of our spunk. I tiptoed from the room, closed the door, and returned to my own room. While I was showering, it hit me what had transpired, and as I walked to dinner I thought to myself, "You definitely cannot judge a book by its cover!" Part XVI Marty was one of my residents a couple of years ago. He was a music major, and took great pride in sharing all kinds of music with anyone who would listen. He found a willing listener in me and we spent many enjoyable evenings attending concerts on campus and listening to tapes on my stereo as we shared a bottle of wine. We had fooled around in the past, but nothing really significant had ever happened. I think we both knew the other was gay, and I think we both knew what we wanted to happen-- we just had never tried anything that significant. One particular night, Marty invited me to a Dvorak concert in the Fine Arts Building. We both enjoyed the deep music immensely and returned from the concert in good spirits despite having both had really long days. We returned to my room and I lit a candle while Marty sat on the bed. I took my coat off. Deciding to get more comfortable, I removed my shirt and threw it on the desk and kicked off my shoes. I stood in front of Marty, who had, by now, stretched out on the bed. Marty looked up at me and said, "Candlelight and music and you! Perfection. Andrew, I want you to fuck me-- here and now!" "With pleasure," I said. This was too easy, I thought. Marty got up to take off his shoes and open his Levi's. I helped him slip the pants off his body. Next his white shorts, socks and his sweatshirt. Marty stood there completely naked, his penis swelling between his spread legs. He laid back down on the bed. I opened my pants and took out my cock, holding it in my hand. "What do you want me to do with this, baby?" "Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me hard!" He reached up and put his hand around my throbbing cock. "You ever been fucked before?" I asked. "No. Maybe a carrot now and then. Sometimes, my finger, and once... a Polish sausage," he laughed. I too, laughed out loud. The thought of screwing a virgin delighted me. In fact, it made Marty all the more desirable. I went to the cabinet and came out with a tube of KY. I dropped my pants and shorts and left them lying in a heap. Marty sat on the bed and wrapped his arms around my waist, stroking my ass and legs, while my cock met his mouth and entered. He sucked hard on my penis, kissing the tip of it, down the shaft to the balls below, over them, around them, in the thick hair surrounding the base of my organ, down lower beneath my balls. I raised one foot to the bed and Marty's tongue went further under and finally, licked the crack of my ass. My cock grew larger and almost reached the bursting point. "How shall we do it?" I asked him as I applied KY to my iron-hard erection. "I want to see it," Marty said. "OK, listen, you lie on your back. Now get that pillow and put it under your ass... and lift your legs into the air. Yes, that's it! Hold them back like that." Marty did as I asked, spreading his ass and cock and balls before me as I was on my knees in front of the boy. Marty could easily see my penis as I rubbed more lubricant on it. As My slick finger touched his ass, sensations of pleasure visibly ran through him. Now my organ and Marty's cock were thoroughly lubricated, and ready for the moment. "OK, baby, now relax and just let it happen. Just let it happen, baby." I said. I put the tip of my cock to the boy's opening and pressed gently. Marty moaned as the first inch entered his body. And he watched closely, seeing and feeling at the same time. "Easy, now easy, baby. It'll be good...." I whispered, lovingly. "You feel it? You like it, baby? Here's some more." I pushed a few more inches in and Marty's eyes began to swell up with tears. I could tell that it was the most marvelous mixture of agony and ecstasy that he had ever felt. My cock was so big and so long, and his expression said that he wondered if it would ever get all the way in. I gave another push and Marty let his feet rest on my shoulders, and his arms stroked my back. Then, the entire length of my cock was in his body. My balls and his ass were touching. "OK, baby, are you all right?" I asked. "Oh, it's beautiful!" Marty groaned and I bent forward and kissed him on the mouth. We kissed for several deliciously long moments, enjoying the feeling of the physical and emotion bond we were sharing. I pulled my cock out a few inches and pushed back in, then out again, and back in again, each time my balls smashed against Marty's ass and each time we both felt another spasm of pleasure. Marty let his hand slip down to my cock that was moving in and out of him. He touched it, held it, felt it rising and falling-- felt the opening to his body, felt the huge cock ramming his ass. He was, from his facial expression, lost totally in his lustful reverie. I kept pumping, slowly at first and then building speed, my balls still smashing against his ass as my cock moved in and out of his tight steaming hole. I threw my whole being into the masterful fuck I had started here, and gave him every ounce of my cocentration as I tried to make this the most meaningful sexual experience of his life. I withdrew my cock, eliciting small whimpers from him. I flipped him over and rammed into him again, this time doggy- style. I rode him like a horse and slapped his buttcheeks slightly as I rode his sweet little tight ass. He moaned in ecstasy as I plunged deep into him, and I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back, and rammed my tongue down his throat as I continued to ravage his ass. We kissed like demons possessed, panting and gasping as we did so, my cock still plunging in and out of him. I withdrew again and got down off the bed. "Come here, Marty. I want to try something," I said. I met him in the middle of the room and told him to wrap my arms around my neck. Then I told him to sit down on the desk as we backed up to it. >From this angle, I was able to bend him back enough to drive my pulsing member back into his tight little hole. I moved him back and forth a few times on my cock, and he slid easily on the formica. I wrapped my arms around his middle and backed back to the middle of the room, Marty clinging to my neck and my cock still up his chute. He caught on quickly and began bobbing up and down on my cock. "I feel you in different places now, man," he panted, still riding up and down on my rock-hard cock. The feeling was intense on my cock as well, but incredibly tiring, and I backed up to the armchair in the corner and sat down. He took the hint and began bouncing voraciously up and down on my cock as if he couldn't get enough of this ass-spliting fuck I was giving him. My cockhead was literally aching from the friction and I knew I was close. I stood up with him still attached and walked to the bed, throwing him down. My cock popped out and I told him to get on his side. I got on the bed beside him and scooted up to him, our bodies fitting together like gloves. I aimed my cock at his hole and drove in with immense force drawing a stifled cry from him as I did so. I fucked with abandon now, sure to get off soon and loving every warm delicious minute of it. I bit down on his neck and licked all of him I could reach. He moaned uncontrollably and I saw his hand go to his cock. I pulled it away and hissed, "Not yet. Let me do that, lover." With that and an extra hard lunge, I began to shoot my copious load deep within his bowels. Jet after jet of steamy spunk bathed the ravaged walls of his ass and coated his insides. My ejaculation kept coming and coming until I thought I would faint from the repurcussions of the explosive orgasm I was having. Finally, my cum subsided and I pulled out. I rested for a moment as I watched musky cum dribble from his little butt and I flipped him over on his back. With no foreplay whatsoever, I squatted over his rockhard cock and sank down, moaning and sweating bullets as I did. His cock, though not long, was incredibly thick and it took some work to open my seasoned ass to this brutish invader. Finally, I was all the way in and I began to bounce on his meat, drawing purr- like sounds from him. He opened his eyes and we watched each other intently as I continued to ride his sword like a pro. He reached up and twisted my nipples and grabbed my cock, rubbing it with all his might. He began to enjoy the fuck as much as I was and started to bounce up and down off the bed himself. We created an artful cadence quite quickly and bounced together, his cock reaching new places in my ass as I wiggled around each time he thrust deep within me. Each time he hit my prostate I groaned audibly and grasped my own nipples as I rode him. He stiffened compeletely as I felt the first blast of his cum shoot deep inside my ass. He spewed for some time coating the insides of my ass completely and causing some to run out of my ass and down his shaft into his pubic hair. He continued to come as he ran his hands through his pubes and smeared his creamy spunk all over my chest and his. When he could shoot no more, I raised off of his deflating cock and lay down on top of him, covering his mouth with mine. We kissed forever, sliming around in our own semen between our heaving chests and bellies. Our cocks nestled together between us as we continued to cool down. We lay that way for quite some time until I finally got up and led him to the shower. We soaped and washed each other lovingly and played around a little, kissing all the while. As we dried off and he dressed to go back to his room, Marty said, "That was incredible. Can we do it again some time?" "You bet!" I replied. "The more often the better." I smiled and kissed him lightly. "But right now I've got to get some work done or I am going to fail out of here tomorrow!" "Same here," he said, and walked to the door. "I want to thank you, though, for a purely enjoyable evening. See you later." And with that, he was gone, another spirited resident who had come to me for pleasure and left a satisfied man. Part XVII Undergraduate professors are seldom interesting looking. This was not the case in a recent class I took that was taught by a fellow named John Eric Maley, a doctoral student. The class was an introduction to advertising class and it was one of those daily lecture classes we are always tempted to skip except on test days. On the first day of class, I went in with this same attitude, preparing myself to get the syllabus and bug out. Imagine my surprise when Maley (that's what he wanted us to call him) walked in and took the podium. I looked around and noticed that I was not the only one in the crowded room squirming. Some of the women were whispering and I was experiencing more than a routine horny stirring in my crotch. Imagine, if you will, a tall, quite thin, fair haired man that looked to be about 25. He had straight blond hair that was perfectly in place, his face was soft and fair, and I could see no evidence that he had ever shaved. Total baby face. He had a rather infectuous smile and little baby blue eyes, creating such a picture of innocence and youth I could hardly sit still. Top that with the fact that he was dressed perfectly in the yuppie teacher outfit and you had an image that definitely got you interested. When he began to speak, I knew I was hopelessly in lust. Despite his almost frail frame, he had a rich, deep but gentle baritone that would have melted butter. I caught myself boldly staring at him as he paced the stage, and I totally forgot to take notes. Time passed. He gave the first test and I did rather poorly and called to make an appointment to see him. We agreed on a time and I went to his office at the appointed hour. I knocked at the door and his soothing voice rang out, "Enter, please!" I walked in to his office and was pleased to find not the usual mess of papers and books, but a very cozy atmosphere. Books lined the walls, of course, but there were plants everywhere and a long sofa lining the wall under the bookshelves. He sat at his desk with his glasses perched on the end of his little button nose and smiled. "Hello, Andrew. What can I do for you?" "Well, I'm having trouble with some of the concepts on the first test and want your advice on how to study so I can do better on the last three." He motioned me to the sofa and turned in my direction, smiling that cute little smile he smiled all class period long, driving me and the women crazy. "Why don't you try these study tips," he said, handing me a thick handout, "and let me know if they help. They are more or less proven, in my mind." I looked through the pages and said, "This ought to help a lot. Thanks!" I smiled and looked at him expectantly, waiting to see if he had anything else. He smiled back and my heart fluttered. I started to get up and he said, "Wait a second. Would you mind if I asked you a personal question?" "Not at all," I said, warming to him hoping this would lead where I wanted it to. "I hope you won't be offended here, but are you, by chance, the Andrew Whitaker that is the author of Dorm Encounters?" "You've heard of it?" I asked, taken totally by surprise. "Yes, I read it as fast as you post it. Actually, I'm even on your mailing list but I am using an account on a freenet up north to cover my identity a little bit. We've even corresponded a little about your stories." "Wow, I mean, I get to meet a fan in real life! This is cool! Are you gay?" "Sure, I thought the class had decided that by now. My classes usually decide that in the first couple of weeks." "Do you have any idea how much I have lusted after you each day in class? You know, the funny thing about it is that I only come to class regularly to watch you talk and move. I've actually had this class before and just needed to pull my grade up to graduate." "Well, I'm flattered," he said looking intently at me. He got up and closed the door, pushing the lock button in. "Are you as hot as your stories say, Andrew, or is all that just fantasy?" he asked. "It's true, I guess. Would you like to find out?" He nodded, unbuttoning his shirt. I stood up and began throwing my clothes all over the office as he frantically tried to get naked before me. We met, naked and hard, in the middle of the room. Wrapping our arms around each other, we kissed deeply for quite some time. I felt his smooth back and tight buttocks with my hands and got incredibly excited about what was to soon happen. I backed up still clinging to him and sat/laid down on the sofa. I pulled him on top of me and continued to explore his mouth with my tongue. I reached up and removed his glasses, laying them carefully on the windowsill behind us, and ran my hands through his soft silky hair as I continued to taste his mouth. We broke the kiss and he slid down my body a little, dropping little kisses and pecks as he went. His tongue found my nipples and swirled around them hungrily, biting slightly as he went. His tongue traced the muscle groove down the middle of my tongue, stopping to service my belly button for a long delicious moment and then he dove into my bush. His tongue swirled around the base of my cock and I was now going crazy with lust. I grabbed his ears and led him to my cockhead, pushing his open mouth down until he had swallowed my whole shaft. He bobbed up and down slowly, wrapping his tongue around my pole and swiping my cockhead lovingly as he went. He was making me crazy and I knew I would shoot in a second if he didn't stop so I pulled him up. His tongue snaked down my rod to my balls and he lathed my ballsac with spit. He drew each ball into his warm mouth, first one at a time and then both together and applied firm pressure with his mouth muscles. I was writhing on the sofa. He then began tonguing my asscrack and found my little puckered hole quickly. He darted his tongue in and out of my ass until I was moaning so loudly we were worried that someone would hear us. I was bouncing on the bed uncontrollably and knew I was close to blowing my seed. He scooted back up my chest and drove his long thin cock down my throat. Knowing where it was to soon go, I lathered it up with spit, exploring every crevice of his baby-smooth cock. I loved the feeling of it deep in my throat and really wanted to taste his load, but knew that I would feel it soon enough somewhere else. He grabbed my ankles as he slid back onto his knees at the foot of the sofa and put them over his soft shoulders. Aiming that long thin diving rod at my hole, he eased in slowly and luxuriously as I moaned. He drove in to the root and rested there for a moment, both of us feeling the intense pleasure that we had found. Realizing that I was ready to be fucked like a whore, he began slowly driving in and out of my ass, building speed and intensity as he went. Soon he was driving in and out of my ass with abandon and jacking my cock in rhythm with his plunging. I was totally engrossed in the feelings my body was experiencing and closed my eyes to get the full effect. Every nerve in and on me was alive and singing as this beautiful man plunged deeply in and out of me. Sweat poured from both our bodies and we grunted and moaned quietly as the fucking continued. After a couple of particularly strong strokes from his delicious cock, he froze and began pumping his semen into me, just at the same time his hand brought my hardon to tumultuous orgasm. We shot together, me all over his chest and hands and him deep within my bowels. It was truly and explosive mutual orgasm and it seemed to last forever. As we finally began to calm down, we caught our breaths as he lay down atop me, his long cock still hard and still embedded deep within me. Our mouths met in a fierce kiss as our tongues wrestled with each other. Our hearts continued to race as we kissed, and I got the feeling that his cock wanted one more run before he took it out. I was right. He raised up and told me to bend over the arm of the couch, which I did, pulling my asscheeks apart for his wonderful poker. He sank quickly into my ass and began riding me with newfound energy. I felt like a horse as this cowpoke rode me (or should I say, poked me). He plunged in and out, grabbing my hair as he rode me masterfully, and literally beat his cum into my ass. He exploded quickly, shooting another enormous load up my chute. He continued to fuck me as his spunk shot out of his cock, making his ins and outs smooth gliding moves. My ass felt totally awesome as his semen bathed my anal chute and we cried out together as each spurt hit deep within me. Finally spent, he pulled his cock out and moved his sensitive cockhead around on my ass. He reached under and grabbed my throbbing cock, flipping me over in the process. He swooped down on my cock and took it to the hilt, drawing my semen from my balls quickly. I bathed his tonsils with several fortiferous spurts of hot creamy spunk, shots that he drank as if starving for it. Once my cock had begun to shrink, we fell apart and laid at either end of the sofa, our feet rubbing each other. We panted and heaved for some time, wiping the cum from our bodies and tasting it lovingly. I stood, after a time, touching his cheek lightly, and dressed. He followed suit and I stood at the door. I turned back and said, "Thanks for the help, Sir. I feel better already!" "I hope so," he said. "But if you need anthing else," he smiled, "do not hesitate to come back!" Time told the tale that I squeaked out a C in the class in spite of spending many long afternoons getting extra help! Part XVIII I've always had a fascination with swimmers. Male swimmers, that is. Their sleek refined muscular bodies melt my heart and raise my cock every time I see one. Every time. There were two swimmers on my hall, and they were roommates. Terry and Peter lived about ten doors down the hall from me, and as they were always practicing, I rarely saw them at all. One night, though, I was startled from my studies (rare occurrence, people!) to a knock on the door. In strolled Terry and Peter, dressed in warmups. Their hair was still wet, and I guessed from the early evening hour that they were just coming in from practice. I looked up from my desk and said, "What can I do for you, fellows?" They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds and then Terry spoke, somewhat shyly. "Look, Andrew. We need some advice. Tomorrow's our biggest meet of the season and Coach told us all to go home and shave our arms and legs so we can be sleek in the water tomorrow. We wanted to know if you knew any secrets or something...." "Well," I replied, warming to the subject suddenly, "I've never shaved anything but my face, but I used to watch my Mom as a kid when she shaved her legs and stuff. What sort of advice did you have in mind?" Peter took up the conversation. "Actually, we think we can do it, but we don't want all the other guys laughing at us if we do it in the community shower. We were wondering if (a) you could help us since we're totally clueless and we don't want to get any cuts, and (b) if we could use your bathroom." RA's on my campus had private baths, and I've always been thankful for that, now more than ever! "Sure, I think that would be fine. Do you have some razors and shaving cream?" Peter held up a KMart bag containing all the necessary tools. I ushered them to the bed and told them to take their warmups off and leave their underwear on. I discovered, watching the undress, two very fundamental things. First I discovered that they were both really HOT. Second I discovered that they were both still wearing their regulation Speedo bathing suits from practice. This made it easier to accomplish the task, I thought. I showed them into the bathroom and told Peter to fill the tub with bath-temperature water and submerse himself in it to get his legs wet. I then told him to sit on the toilet (with the cover down) and Terry and I began lathering up his legs. Truthfully, there was not a whole lot of hair on either one of them, and it looked like it would be an easy job overall. Once Peter was covered from the edge of his bathing suit to his ankles, Terry and I each took a leg and began shaving, dipping the razors into the tub after each stroke. At first it was kind of difficult because I didn't want to hurt Peter at all, but once I got the hang of it, I began really enjoying myself. I was getting really wet and covered with shaving cream from the process and stood up to drop my shirt and pants, leaving only my tight g-string undies on. Neither man gave me the slightest look as I lowered my dress to this level, and we continued to shave Peter. Once we decided that his legs were done, we had him rinse in the tub and wet his arms. I had him stand in the middle of the bathroom and raise his arms above his head. Terry and I began carefully moving our razors around his underarm, taking every little hair out of there with the utmost care. He wiggled a little every now and then as it certainly must have tickled. We then had him lower his arms and we did them too until the only hair left on him was on his head and a slight downy effect on his chest. "Now if you want to be totally right about this, Peter, we're going to have to do the chest, too, man!" I said. "OK, but take it easy. I'm really ticklish!" he said. With that we washed his chest off and I ran my fingers over it lightly, feeling for hair before we creamed him up. Shaving his chest proved to be the most difficult since he was so ticklish, and I had to step back every few seconds and let him get a hold of himself before we went on. Standing back at one point to survey my work, I noticed that his cock had taken on a definite rise inside those tight little Speedo's. Oh my, I thought to myself. This could really get interesting. Terry and I were finally satisfied that we were done and we let Peter shower quickly to rinse off. I began to clean up a little while he did so, and I was amazed to find Terry staring at his teammate with rapt attention as Peter caressed himself with the soap and rinse under the spray. I looked down at his crotch and realized that he, too, was turned on by all of this, and began to wonder if there was more to this roommate/teammate relationship than met the eye. Peter got out of the shower and began to dry off. Once dry, he and I repeated the entire process for Terry, starting with the legs and ending with the chest. Terry was a little hairier than Peter and it took a little longer. Glances every few seconds revealed hard lumps in both pairs of Speedo's and I threw a rod after some consideration of the effects it might have. This was getting too hot!! We finally finished Terry off and as he rinsed, this time with Peter watching fervently, I cleaned up the floor and put all the razors in the garbage can. As I stood up, Peter looked me up and down and said, "You know, Andrew, you have quite a bod, yourself, man. You would look awesome shaved!" "I don't know, Peter. It's kind of strange, isn't it?" I asked with fake innocence that he probably didn't read correctly. "No, actually it feels really cool," he said, caressing his arms, chest and legs. "Really sexy, I mean. Here-- just run your hands on my chest and tell me what you think!" I placed my hands on his chest and moved them around, feeling the soft skin and, I must admit, really liking what I felt. "So what do you say, man?" he asked me with a glint in his eyes. "OK, it'll always grow back if I don't like it, right?" "Right!" Peter said. Terry had been listening to all this and still had his hardon, I could see. They prepared the bath for me and had me dunk, then lathered my legs and began shaving. I squirmed on the seat of the john as the razors ran up and down my legs and felt really fine! My cock soared in my tight underwear, and it was making me very uncomfortable. I think Terry noticed this because he said, "Your underwear is in the way, man. Can't get into the cracks with it on." With that, the two looked at each other and together yanked my underwear down and off. They stared at my erection and smiled at each other knowingly. "Jesus, man," Terry said, "He's as hard as we are!" I looked down and, true to his word, they were both rock hard with cocktips showing above their waistbands. We were all a little nervous at this point, and I suppose to ease the tension, the simultaneously stepped out of their suits as well, causing their cocks to bounce up and slap their rock hard stomachs. Resuming the shaving, Peter "accidentally" slipped and began shaving my pubic mound. Much to my surprise, I enjoyed the sensation immensely, and allowed both of them to continue until my cock, balls and crotch were totally devoid of hair. "Look at him!" Terry exclaimed. "He looks like a little baby now!" he continued, running his hands all over what was once a luscious bush. "It feels really hot! You guys gotta do me next!" Well, to make a long story short, we ended up shaving all three of our crotches and we joined each other in the shower, somewhat cramped for space, I might add, to rinse off. We ran our hands over each other as we rinsed, and I believe the touches were a little more than lingering. Our cocks waved in the fine mist of the shower and we all grinned as we continued to caress each others' smooth bodies. We got out of the shower and dried each other off. This was too intense for me. I ran my hands over my new clean-shaven friends and exclaimed, "This is by far the most erotic thing I have ever done, guys!" "We think so too, man. Let's go into the other room and check each other out!" said Peter with a grin. He pulled both of us into my room and we climbed onto the bed. In no time flat, we were caressing and stroking each others' smooth bodies, our erections straining with the erotic pressures. I could stand it no longer and sank my lips onto Terry's smooth cock. I took him whole to the root and ran my tongue over his smooth pubic mound and absolutely went nuts with the sensations my tongue was feeling. Peter was quick to join in, swallowing my pounding throbbing cock to the hilt as well. I suppose Terry felt a little left out because he told us to get on the floor so we could daisy-chain. Soon the three of us were writhing around on the floor, each mouth busy on a cock and each pair of hands feeling and caressing the smooth naked body it was sucking. It was intense, absolutely marvelous. Like sucking off a man-sized baby or something. The sexual pressures were too great for this to last much longer, and we each climaxed into waiting mouths violently. My cum shot out of my cock like wet bullets and I swallowed Terry's hot steamy load hungrily. Once we had all drank to our fill and pulled off the dick we were working on, we fell back, panting and breathing hard as we did. I lay, looking at the two smooth demi- gods before me and was moved beyond words. I couldn't speak they were so incredibly gorgeous. Something like models in gay porno magazines, I suppose. They are always clean shaven and oiled down..... Oiled down? Did I think Oiled Down? What a wonderful idea. As I sprang up and ran to the desk, I could see they were puzzled, but when I returned with my huge family sized bottle of baby oil, they got the idea. "Now here's the rules," I said. "You can't put it on yourself but you have to be totally covered by the time it's over," I continued. They nodded comically and held their hands out. I let them work on each other for a few minutes and was incredibly hard in minutes watching these two men, who, by now I realized had done something like this to each other before, oil each other down. It was erotic, kinky and sexy as hell. They finished each other and went to work on me together until the three of us glistened in the lamplight. I got my camera out and we took turns photographing each other solo, and then together in sexy poses. The polaroids rolled out and I got the brilliant idea to take some fuck shots. The two of them seemed ok with that, and Terry mounted his teammate with great ease and began pistoning in and out of his smooth oily ass. I took several shots and finally had to put the camera down as I could not hold my hands steady. This was better than any porno movie I had ever seen, and I had to get in on the action before I spewed all over the place. I came up behind Terry and rammed into his warm tight ass. We fucked in tandem creating a marvelous rhythm that had us all grunting and groaning loudly. Our six arms roamed each others oily bodies and the feelings and sexual tensions were just too much for words. Infuckingcredible is all I can say! Without much pretense, I began pounding my fuckee, shooting gob after gob of hot sticky semen up his chute. I could tell from his grunting that he was filling Peter at the same time, and I looked around the slimy bodies just in time to see Peter fisting his load all over the floor. When it was all over, we fell to the floor and took turns sliding all over each other and kissing. The passion wearing thin, we jumped in the shower and cleaned up, dressing after doing so. As Peter and Terry left, Peter smiled and kissed me saying, "We will most likely need touch ups in a few days. Interested?" "Of course, stud! You bring the razors, I'll bring the oil!!" Part XIX If you've never sung in a college choir, you will have little to go on to imagine all of what I am about to tell you, but bear with me. It'll be worth your while, I assure you! I have sung in our university's choir for three years now and have finally become not only the Section Leader for the Tenors, but the Stage Manager as well. As such, I am responsible for tranporting the orchestra's equipment and instruments as well as our own when we go on tour. This particular year that I am writing about, we were given the opportunity of a lifetime: a huge tour covering many states with six television appearances as we travelled around. We had our own representative from our state's public television network documenting all aspects of our trip, and we found the attention he and his crew gave us a real trip. Of course we were stifled into our best behaviors at times, but it was OK knowing that a television special was being made about us in the process. Our tour took us to several large cities with many stops in small towns in between. The choir rode on one bus and the orchestra rode on the other. The two directors drove in a car leading the pack, and I, as Stage Manager rode in a 15 passenger van with the equipment. I had a hard time at first keeping up with the busses, but they learned to watch for me and we had a wonderful time. At each location, we would be housed either in college dorm rooms (if we were singing on a campus) and in alumni homes if we were singing in churches or places like that. I had chosen a guy named Rob to ride in the van with me, not really because he was good looking or anything, but because I knew the long driving hours could be taken care of quickly with his witty conversations. The first several days went uneventfully, the camera crew doing its job and we doing ours. On about the fourth day, the conversation in the van finally turned to sex (it had to sooner or later-- you know me!) and I discovered that though Rob was straight as an arrow with a girlfriend in the Soprano section, he was very curious about gay sex and the gay lifestyle in general. I found great pleasure leisurely describing my life to him and what adventures I had expereienced to that point, and he hung on every word with utter fascination. At one point, the cameraman asked to ride with us as his van was quite cramped and we let him ride in the back. The discussion of sex continued and I was quite aroused to find that this hunky man was gay and looking for some action. We arrived at our stop for the night, a small provincial town near a big southern city and were given our housing assignments. I was quite surprised to find that Rob, the Cameraman and I had been sent to a hotel when alumni housing ran short. We agreed to share a room to save the school some money, and settled into our HoJo room with no trouble. It had been decided that it would be logical for Stuart, the cameraman and I to sleep in one bed and let Rob have the other to himself. We went to dinner and came back and lay on the two beds watching TV. Stuart and I were lying close together and before too long, his scent began to empassion me. I reached around his stomach and pulled him to me, caressing him lightly. I looked over at Rob who had been watching us and had quickly turned his head. I giggled and leaned down to kiss Stuart. He kissed back with a vengance and we were soon locked in a lover's embrace, swapping spit and moaning slightly. We broke apart and looked at the other bed, only to find Rob staring intently and groping himself openly. I got up on my knees and ripped my t-shirt over my head and pulled my shorts and underwear off, my cock bouncing to my stomach. Stuart watched my display in fascination, stripping as he went. I got my first really good look at him and I discovered that five years of carrying a camera had been good to him. His chest was well defined, his arms were huge and masculine, his butt's two little round globes looked tight and delectible and his cock, though shorter than I usually like them, was magnificently hard. Rob watched this disrobing with great interest and when we settled down to a good sixty-nine, he seemed utterly fascinated. Stuart and I sucked each other expertly, drawing each others' cocks in and out of our warm mouths. I fingered his butt and found it to be quite tight and very warm. He squirmed on my finger and began rooting around in mine as I pressed my long thin finger against his prostate gland. Rob was openly groping himself and rubbing what appeared to be a pretty good sized cock through his jeans. I looked over at him and suggested, "Why don't you take it off, big guy, and come join us?" He said, "I'm fine, man. Just watching you guys go at it is getting me really hot! You should see what you guys look like doin' that!" Stuart and I thought of the same thing at that moment: why not see it? He jumped off the bed and quickly set up one of the smaller cameras he had been working with and aimed it at the bed. He started it rolling, shooting me working my thick cock with my hands, eyes closed and moaning. He motioned to Rob and told him what to do with the controls, and joined me on the bed. You have no idea until you try it how strange it feels to perform sexually for a camera, even when it is in such a causal setting as this! We resumed our sixty nine and butt ramming finger action for Rob who was breathing rather heavily looking through the lens. I backed up a little and spread my cheeks for the camera and heard the zoom motor honing in on my little rosebud. I pulled my cheeks apart as far as they would go and made my ass wink for the camera. "Do that again! That was cool!" Rob said. I flexed my ass muscles and gave him the winking show he asked for. He was awestruck. "I've never seen that before. That was so fucking awesome, man!" he said. I rejoined Stuart and began tonguing his asshole, first running my tongue up and down his crack and then darting my stiff tongue deep inside his anus and out again. The zoom lens took care of capturing the details and I could tell Rob was beyond the point of being able to control himself. I whispered to Stuart to go put it on autopilot or something and bring Rob back with him, which he did. Rob seemed really nervous at first and just lay on the bed, fully clothed. Stuart and I both glanced at his crotch, and ascertaining that his rod was as stiff as ever, we began to slowly undress him, one of us on each side of his body. He trembled slightly as we passed out fingers across his now naked body, and closed his eyes. I leaned over and planted my mouth over his, sucking his tongue forcibly into my mouth and eliciting little moans from him. I could feel Stuart behind me, drawing Rob's incredibly hard cock into his mouth. The slurping noises coming from that end of him told me that all was well there, and I began to kiss my way down to his cock as well. Soon we were both tonguing his shaft, me at the head and Stuart up and down the shaft. Rob moaned and wiggled in his wrapped up passion. I allowed my tongue to search out his balls and drew them both in my mouth, swirling my tongue around each of them. His hips raised off the bed as I released them and travelled farther down. I reached his ass as he raised his legs in the air, and began swirling around and around his hairly little hole. I tried to push my tongue inside but he was too tight from fear that I couldn't get it in. I continued to lap at his anal entrance for a while, trying to ease the tension in his sphincter muscles. Finally, he eased up a little and I was able to push my dick-like tongue inside. I swabbed around, loving the tight warmth of his hole. I took my tongue out and wet my index finger, poising it at his hole. I swirled it around a while, tickling him and teasing him, then jabbed it into his ass with one mighty push. He grunted and began bucking as my fingertip found his prostate gland. As I began fingering his ass earnestly, I looked up to discover Stuart sqatting over Rob's face, his cock sunk deep into Rob's throat. I watched Rob's throat muscles throb around the massive intruder and he seemed to enjoy sucking with somewhat of a gusto. My finger just wasn't enough and I raised his legs and began to prepare for dick entry. He seemed to know what was about to happen, and tried to scoot closer to me, but the action at his face prevented him from moving. I placed my dripping cocktip at his anal entry and began to push forward just as Stuart placed his ass over Rob's mouth. I heard Rob's muffled groans as I pushed in, and watched his tongue flit back and forth over Stuart's asshole. It was too hot and I was moved to fuck with a vengance. I drove in and out of him mercilessly while he continued to alternately suck Stuart off and eat his ass, whimpering at each of my thrusts. Stuart must have decided that he needed more action and bounced over behind me, inserting his dick in my ready and willing ass. I flipped Rob over to make us all more comfortable, and while the two of them held relatively still, I bounced back and forth between them, reveling in the fact that I was fucking and being fucked at the same time. This went on for several meaty moments until Rob cried out, "I've got to get my dick into someone's ass and NOW!" We disengaged our heaving sweaty bodies and changed positions, this time with Rob fucking me and me fucking Stuart. The ryhthm and positioning was better this time, and while I was still in the middle, it just plain felt better. We writhed and moaned and grunted as we heaved in and out of one another until I felt the first blast from Rob's cock hit the depths of my asshole. He came like nothing I've seen and began dumping huge loads of cum up my chute while I, in turn, volleyed gob after gob into the sexy cameraman's butt. We all came for some time, and moaned and groaned and yelled as we did. Once the seed had been spilled, we fell apart, gasping for breath and dripping with cum and sweat. I pulled Stuart's ass around and began eating my cum from it, sucking and licking as I went. Rob seemed intent on copying my every move and pulled around behind me and began to ream my ass out. Soon we were all worked up again and lay on the bed, side by side, propped up at the headboard, beating out meat in unison. Without much fanfare we began pumping cum all over ourselves, flinging our dicks around and causing cum to hit each of us. When it was all over with, we lay, sticky and wet, until we fell asleep. Some time later, I awoke to find Rob plugged deep inside Stuart and riding him wildly, shooting as he bucked back and forth. I looked around to get my bearings and my eyes fell on the camera, still set up and still running. "Oh fuck," I yelled, pointing. The other two stopped what they were doing and followed my finger. They saw the camera and began laughing hysterically as I joined in. We laughed for some time and finally turned the damn thing off and went to sleep. When we returned to school a week later, the three of us got together and watched the entire film. We found it arousing and quite interesting to watch both ourselves and each other in action, and the viewing room became too hot to handle. Needless to say a rescreening was in order, and we tromped out of the video technology center and to my room for a little camcorder retake! Part XX Author's note: Jason is a repeat character here as he is one of my favorites. Though he is based in description on a good friend who was quite flattered by the first story about him (Part IX) he is completely straight in real life. Summer quarter seems to come and go so fast at this school that I hardly have time to catch my breath as it happens around me. Our school has a short quarter with extra long classes since they use the campus for other activities during the summer as well. As such, just when you are getting comfortable in a class, it's time for midterms and then finals come right behind them. Get the drift? At any rate, we were in the middle of a quarter such as the one I'm talking about. The dorm was in the throes of a wild midsummer party and the noise was reaching levels I could no longer tolerate. It being a Friday night, however, there was not much I could do about it since we had no noise restrictions on the weekends. I was sitting in my room trying to concentrate on my French midterm and was having no luck. My door and windows were closed and despite the air conditioning, I was feeling stifled beyond hope. I roamed around my room restlessly, searching for something, anything to take my mind off of what was going on around me. Just when I thought I would lose my mind, the phone rang. I went to answer it and was pleased at who was at the other end of the line. "Hello?" I said. "Hi, Andrew. This is Jason." "Jason!" I exclaimed. "How are you? Is your dorm as wild as mine, man?" "Wilder. I am about to lose my mind and have got to get out of here for a while. I called to see if you wanted to go for a ride off campus somewhere with me-- perhaps bring something to eat or something." "Love to. You just don't know how close I was to setting the place on fire just to shut everyone up, man. How soon can you be here?" I chuckled loudly. "Ten minutes, tops. Meet me out front. Bring some money." "Cool, man. See you then!" I hung up the phone feeling suddenly better about the whole evening, and quickly brushed my teeth and hair. I donned some shorts and a clean t-shirt, slipped a couple of condoms in my pocket (just in case), and stepped into my sandals. In ten minutes, I walked out the door, hair waving in the wind. I stood in front of the building and before too long, Jason came barreling around the corner and into the parking lot. He has a relatively old Mercedes with a convertible and the roof was down. His long brown hair billowed in the wind as he screeched to a stop in front of me, reaching over and throwing open the door. I climbed in and we were off, careening around the parking lot. We stopped at a JiffyMart and picked up some chips and sodas and stuff and Jason pointed the car into the country. We drove silently for some time, munching and drinking and taking in the night air. I watched him eat and drink and realized that there were few men on the planet that were as sexually alluring as he was without knowing it. He's one of those classical men with the square jaw, the long straight hair, the smooth tan skin, the large veiny hands and feet, that you see in cologne ads on television and in magazines. Once we had eaten and finished our sodas, we began to chat about residence hall life, our jobs, our lives, etc. until we had a pretty interesting chat going. We had, by this time, driven an hour or so out of town and were literally in the middle of thousands of acres of farmland. The starlit sky was brightly lit with dancing stars and the cool breeze blowing over the fields blew our hair restlessly. Jason drove the car off the road, down a dirt lane and across a wide pasture, coming to rest next to a large tree that graced a small lake. I turned to him and said, "You know who owns this land or something?" "Yep. Friend of mine. Said I could come here whenever I wanted. So here we are, and isn't it the coolest?" "I must admit," I said, looking around, "this is the most peaceful spot I have seen in ages. What bliss!" I yawned and stretched my arms up in the air, feeling the cool night air blow around me. We sat for some time, sharing our lives and talking about important things. Time passed and we leaned back to watch the stars go by. He pointed some of them out to me and I realized at that moment that Jason was one of the most wonderful men I had ever known. His soft gentle voice and his way of saying things melted me. At one point, the conversation lulled, and we sat, side by side, staring at the sky. He reached over and put his hand on mine, and for many quiet moments, our hands gently caressed each other. My hand crept over his hand and began running up and down his bare thigh. My fingers sang the joys of his smooth skin as they traced his firm muscles. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, saying as I did so, "Do you have any idea how much I needed this, Jason?" "I think we were in the same boat, Andrew. I just needed to be out in the natural world with you so badly!" We kissed, deeply and soulfully, pouring our entire beings into each other as our tongues found each other and danced between our mouths. The kiss lasted forever-- it was not the frantic, passionless, lustful tongue-fight I was used to, and I loved it, every second of it. I felt as if we were transferring our lives' data from one mouth to the other and back again. Each lazy, playful swipe of the tongue brought me closer to him, and vice versa. It went on for some time. As we kissed, I began running my hands over his chest and legs. He did the same to me and without much more than that, we were groping, kissing, fondling and enjoying ourselves tremendously. Our kiss broke and I raised Jason's shirt over his head, marvelling at the moon's glow on his smooth muscular chest. I ran my fingers over it lightly, tweaking his nipples as I went, and leaned down to kiss and suck each one. His hands ran through my hair as I did so, and electricity flowed from his fingertips into my soul. I released his seat belt and pushed him upwards until he was sitting on the headrest, his feet in the seat. I grasped his belt buckle and pulled it loose, freeing his jeans. I pulled them from his waist and dropped them on the floor. As I had suspected from looking crotchward, he had no underwear on, and his magnificent cock sprang up and bounced on his stomach, happy, apparently, to be free from its bonds. I continued to caress his washboard stomach until my fingers found his navel. They followed the little furry trail that pointed downward until both my hands were wrapped around his thick cock, squeezing and caressing all the way. He moaned lightly as I leaned over and kissed his velvet-like cockhead, drawing it into my warm wet mouth. I swirled my tongue around and around, eliciting little murmurs of pleasure from him. I then began the job of bringing his magnificent cock to orgasm, running my tongue all over his cock and balls, bending in a little to dab at his puckered hole, and then back to swoop down on his dripping rod. He tugged at my hair and ears and kneaded my shoulders in a lazy insistent way, as if begging me to commit to the cocksuck itself. I did, eventually, and sucked him with the expertise of a seasoned veteran, drawing every ounce of strength I had to work his cock in, out, and around my mouth. His cock swelled and got much harder at one point, and I knew he was close. Squeezing his juicy balls with one hand and fondling his asshole with the other, I brought him to a screaming orgasm that had his yells echoing across the farmland around us. He shot an enormous load of spunk down my throat, yelling and pulling my hair and ears as each jet of warm, creamy semen blasted my tonsils and slid down my waiting throat. When he was finished, his cock still hard as a rock, I pulled off and pulled him back down in the seat, meeting his mouth with mine and feeding him some of his load. Despite the cool night, sweat poured from his body, allowing him to slide around in the leather seat easily. I thought at first, when he began tugging at my clothes, that he was going to give me the same treatment, but once I was naked, he bent over in the seat and began to blow me expertly. Jason's long hot tongue snaked over and around my cockhead, and then began running up and down the length of my veiny shaft with a touch that sent shivers running down my spine. He took me in quickly, comfortable with my length and girth, and began giving me the release I so needed. I thrashed in the seat and pawed at his body as he blew me, moaning and grunting loudly as he continued to minister to my cock. Without much warning, his sucking and caressing brought me to a screaming orgasm and wave after wave of searing hot sperm shot from my cock, blasting the back of his throat. When it was all over, and I had stopped shouting and stopped shaking, I lay back in the seat, spent and wonderfully tired. We lay that way in the car, holding hands and murmuring lightly to each other for some time, our cocks dancing in the breeze before us. Jason let go of me and climbed out of the car and opened the trunk. Pulling a blanket from it, he beckoned me to follow. I watched as his lithe naked body walked into the shadows beyond the trees, and followed his footsteps carefully. We ended up on in a small wood, and he led me to a clearing amidst some small cedar trees. The woods were alive with sounds and smells, and I stopped for a moment to listen and smell the creatures of the night. Totally serene this place was, and my heart beat faster with the passion that was building up inside me. Jason spread the blanket and lay down on it. I joined him and soon we were wrapped in each others' arms, kissing, hugging and fondling each other with utter abandon. This was not the frenzied fucking around of the dorms, this was something totally new and totally exciting. We ended up in a sixty-nine position and sucked each others' hard throbbing pricks. I pulled back a little and dove into his ass, marveling at the musky smell and wonderful taste of his rosebud. My little tongue penetrated his wiggling ass about the same time his did mine, and we licked, sucked and rocked for quite some time. I had to have him inside me. It was as simple as that. I got on all fours to give him the hint, and after sliding a condom on his cock (must have been carrying it, I guess) he plunged headfirst (you know which head) into my waiting and willing ass. I tightened my ass muscles to give him the friction and warmth that he so desired, and rocked back towards him to allow him maximum penetration. At that angle, his cock jabbed my prostate every time he sank into me, and my whole body was tingling excitedly. His lazy fucking had me whining for more, and he began to thrust with some sense of urgency as he heeded my cries for more. His thick cock ravaged my tight ass and I rocked with him. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of his ejaculation as it filled the condom. It sent shivers down my spine as I felt the rubber around his cock fill and tighten with the pressure of his load. He stopped shooting and pulled out, whipping the condom off his cock and holding it to his mouth. I watched in fascination as he ingested his load, every drop of it, until the condom was as dry as when he started. He then rolled onto his back and slipped a tight condom on my aching cock. Raising his legs into the air, he begged me, no pleaded me, to fuck him hard and long. I couldn't resist that invitation and quickly filled his waiting hole. His ass was so tight, so warm and so fucking hot that I almost came sinking in for the first time. I concentrated on something else, though, and was able to begin stroking in and out of him gently and lovingly. "Fuck me harder, man! Give it to me! Plow that furrow, farmer!" he cried. I hardly heard his words. I was fucking with total abandon, banging my ballsac on his ass at every stroke, and feeling the pleasure of his ass with every rise and fall. Deeply I plunged in and out of him, sliding effortlessly through his tender chute. At that point, I began filling my condom with juice so fast that I thought it might slip off. My cock was loving the slippery feeling of the friction caused by its endless rising and sinking, surrounded by its own juices. I pulled out as I shot the last jet into the condom and ripped it off my dick, spilling some of my load on my chest. Jason quickly licked it off, running his tongue through and around the little puddle. I raised the condom to my mouth and sucked in the lifeserum it held. My cum tasted wonderfully sweet and salty all at the same time, and I smiled at him as it ran down my throat and into my stomach. I threw the rubber to the side and leaned down to embrace him fiercely. We lay like that, stark naked on a blanket in the middle of the woods for hours. We talked of our families, our friends, school, the whole gamut. As the passion we had experienced overtook us, we performed sexual feats for and on each other. I had never felt so wonderfully free as I did that late night/early dawn. As the sun began to come up, we heard awakening sounds from the paddocks and farmhouse nearby. We touched and caressed some more and then scampered to the car to dress. As we rode back to town and to campus, we held hands and played in each others' laps a little. We didn't say much: we didn't have to. It had been special for both of us, and we needed no further spoken acknowledgement of that. When Jason dropped me off at my dorm, he leaned over and kissed me for some time, uninhibited and uncaring of any onlookers. I waltzed into the building, somewhat under a spell of sorts, and went to my room, passing the doors of my residents who were busy snoring and sleeping. I showered for a long time, loving the feel of the hot water on my body, and crawled into my bed. As I fell asleep, I thought back over the past hours with Jason and thought to myself, "It just doesn't get much better than that!" Part XXI Jason and I had begun to spend a lot of time together, much to the wonderment of the rest of the staff and much to the pleasure of the many gossipy students in the dorms. We talked about our developing relationship and made several important conclusions. First, we decided that we would promote our relationship in public so that people could see that gays, lesbians, and bisexuals could have healthy loving relationships just like straight people could, and that our behavior in public was no more deviant than anyone else's. Second, we decided that while we would prefer to be exclusive to each other sexually, an occasional slip would not cost us the relationship. I had done this kind of thing once before with Jay, of course, but had chickened out at the last minute. I was wary at first of making any kind of committment to Jason, but after spending a lot of time with him and being seen with him in public, I must admit that my self-esteem went way up. We walked around campus hand in hand everywhere we went, and though we initally drew some stares, people got used to it and eventually we saw some other couples doing the same thing. You have to understand something about our campus. New things are just that-- new things. There is always the initial shock of something new and exciting, but once the papers have written about it and the students have chewed it over, life continues without much hubub. So Jason and I became lovers. Our sex life continued to get more interesting and we spent a lot of time making passionate love in a variety of settings. Our favorite place became my room because people on my floor understood well what my closed door meant, and since I had slept with so many of them, they were able to afford us some sense of privacy. We both had our RA duties to attend to, of course, but when we were not on duty, we spent the nights with each other either at his place or mine, always so engrossed in bring each other pleasure that we hardly noticed the distractions of the outside world. It was on one such occasion that we found ourselves curled up naked, wrapped around each other in front of the television watching the U.S. gymnastics team in some sort of Olympic qualifications meet. We both enjoyed watching the lithe young men perform these feats of skill and athletic prowess, showing every muscle at work so gracefully. As we watched, Jason began semi-stretching on the bed and I asked him what he was doing. "I used to be pretty limber when I took Karate, years ago. I wonder how limber I am now." he told me. He climbed off the bed and began posing for me, his soft cock nestled in his rich brown pubic hair, his long shiny hair cascading down his back. Every muscle in his body bulged as he struck a variety of poses for my enjoyment. My cock began to rise on its own accorded, unaided by anything. I was becoming incredibly aroused watching his display, and slowly started caressing my throbbing member. His poses got more interesting as they went along, each more intricate than the next. He did backbends and headstands and handstands and his cock, too, began to show signs of coming to life. I watched in utter awe as he contorted his body into newer, stranger positions. He relaxed for a moment and came over to the bed. "Want to see something really cool, my darling?" he asked. "Sure, but I have to warn you. This could get out of hand!" "Go for it," I said, smiling, anticipating something outrageous. He crawled up on the bed and lay on his back, placing his legs high in the air and his feet on the wall. As I watched, utterly amazed, he began scooting his ass closer and closer to the wall until his cheeks were pressed tightly against it, his legs flat against the wall above. His cock stood straight up from his groin, arching slightly and I began to lick my lips in anticipation of whatever he was going to do. He grabbed his cock with one hand and began bending his legs down over his body, his ass riding up the wall slightly as they bent. As I watched in total fascination, his cock pointed down and aimed at his mouth. He worked his manly hand up and down his shaft and pulled it towards his mouth as his body continued to curl up until his velvet-like cockhead brushed his lips. I was so hard and horny I thought I would blow apart. My hands were working furiously on my own cock as he began licking the head of his. His long thin tongue snaked around his cockhead and began crawling down his shaft. With quite a bit of grunting and a little pushing, he managed to swallow about half of his shaft, and I sat quite still watching in utter amazement and listening to the slurping he was making. I think he forgot I was there as he concentrated on bringing himself off. He sucked and licked his cock expertly, and I was truly beating myself into a frenzy watching him at work. He continued to work on his cock, pushing it deeper into his throat a little bit at a time as his body strained and stretched. Finally, he pulled his cock out of his mouth and said, "So what do you think, man?" "I have NEVER seen anything so fucking hot in my life! I wish I could do that. You have no idea how incredibly erotic that is to watch!" "You know what would make it even hotter?" "I can't imagine, but I'm game, Jason." I said, expecting something totally exciting! "Come over here and take care of my ass and help me push it deeper." he instructed. Jason sank his lips back around his cock and I crawled across the bed to his side. I placed my hands on his ass and pushed down gently, causing his cock to sink deeper into his mouth. I ran my fingers over his winking puckered hole, caressing his anal entry. He moaned deeply and put a hand on mine, urging it to take a more active role in its playing. I slipped my longest finger in my mouth and coated it with spit. I then slid it into his hot ass, moving it around and brushing it across his prostate gland. He wiggled and moaned profusely as I continued my finger spelunking as he did so. I could stand this no longer, this sitting by his side watching him get all the pleasure. I stood up and pulled his body around until I could approach him at the right angle. I stood on the bed, sort of behind him, and aimed my spit slicked cock at his hole. I bent at the knees until my cockhead came next to his hole. I pushed in slightly and noticed that below me, his cock slipped that much further into his mouth. He continued to moan and slurp on his cock as my cock sunk into his bowels. I plunged in to the hilt, finding his wonder gland, and began to slowly fuck his ass. He groaned deeply as I pressed his cock further and further into his mouth, and spit began drooling out of the cracks of his mouth. I started fucking him earnestly, and he let his cock slip from his mouth. He reached around and pulled my ass close to him, allowing me to reach interesting new depths in his hot steamy ass. I fucked him hard and long, both of us gasping for breath and sweat pouring off of both of us. The fucking took its toll rather quickly, and I began pelleting his insides with hot searing cum, blast after blast shooting through his tunnel of love and hitting the deep back walls. I shot and shot and shot until my legs wobbled so badly I could no longer stand on the bed, and I fell back, utterly spent and exhausted. He climed abord my chest and placed the head of his dick at my mouth, insistingly pushing it past my waiting lips. I sucked him in deep, wrapping my arms around his waist and began giving him the attention he needed. He pinched his nipples and moved his hands over his body, moaning and groaning loudly. I sucked him expertly and fondled his balls lightly. Suddenly he stiffened and began pouring gobs of hot steamy sperm into my mouth. His semen blasted my tonsils and slid down my throat as I sucked him dry greedily. Once it was over and he had spent his rich load, we fell down onto the bed, draped over each other, and panted and gasped for breath. As our breathing eased, we crawled over each other, curling up like two spoons, me in the back with my soft cock nestled in his ass crack. I wrapped my arms around him and said, whispering in his ear, "That was the most incredible sexual experience of my life, Jason. Never have I done anything or seen anything so incredibly erotic. We've got to get that on video or something!" He turned his head and kissed me. "I don't know if I can do that often. You've no idea how incredibly painful that can be and how difficult it is to hold that position for very long. I would consider another attempt for video though-- give us something to really jack off over, huh?" "You bet," I said, kissing him back. Our tongues lingered together, lazily dueling between our mouths. "I really do love you, you know. You have become the most important person in my life, and these times that we spend together are the happiest moments of my life," I said. "I feel the same way about you, my darling man." We curled up together and watched television for many hours into the night, pausing between programs to give each other more loving attention. As I recall, during that one particular night, we each suffered amazingly through seven or eight tumultuous orgasms. Definitely a night to remember! Part XXII Jason and I decided to go to Mexico for Spring Break-- just the two of us. We had planned to spend the week in a romantic escape kind of mood, and made few tangible plans. Whatever happened, happened. We flew from school to Mexico City and spent the night in a quaint little hotel right across the street from the park. After a wonderful dinner in the courtyard of the hotel during which we were entertained by colorful and very talented musicians and dancers, we strolled hand in hand through the park, marvelling at the ancientness of everything and discussing our lives. It was one of the most intense evening of my life. Upon returning from the park, we climbed in bed and curled up around one another, naked in the warm moonlit night. We slept peacefully and woke the next morning to make love slowly, effortlessly, and peacefully. After a splendid breakfast, we rented a car and drove to my favorite place in the world, Cuernavaca. In this dirty little hidden town, my father owns a hotel/resort kind of place that literally takes my breath away every time I go there. It is called Las Mananitas (The Little Mornings) and is nothing short of Paradise. Imagine parking your car on the dirtiest most narrow street in the world and walking a block or so. Imagine finding yourself standing in front of the largest, oldest pair of wooden doors you've ever seen. Cut inside the big doors is a small door with a large iron ring. You pull the ring, the small door swings open, and suddenly you have stepped into another world. Whereas the street was gray, brown, dingy, dirty, etc., the inside of this place was teeming with smiling people, absolutely resplendent in green, pink, blue, every color under the sun. For as far as you can see there is green grass, beautiful fountains, peacocks running all over the place, and tables with cheerful rich people sitting all over the place. This is heaven to me. No other place in the world cheers me up so fast. We spoke with the Manager who knows me well (my parents came here 30 years ago, fell in love with it and bought it, to return twice yearly), and got our room, the best in the house. I have to describe our room, too. Back in the back of the courtyard are several small buildings. Each is a "special" room, reserved for those with connections or a lot of money. You walk through a gate into your own private courtyard with its own private pool (quite small-- about twelve by twelve, I think) and then across your own little courtyard and through double doors into a beautiful sunlit room. There is a sitting room with elegant leather furniture, a bedroom with a massive king-sized bed, a small kitchenette stocked with most of the necessaries, and an enormous bathroom with sauna and whirlpool. Best of all, it's totally private. No one can see it. No one. We paid the bellboy and ran around peeking and poking into everything. Jason comes from a middle class family and he had never seen anything like this in real life. I sat back and watched him, amused and touched by his curiosity and awe. I suggested we go into town for a while so I could show him the sights. We went to the marketplace where he saw dead animals hanging from hooks, we tasted the many fruits and vegetables grown in the area, we lunched at a small restaurant on the pavilion, and we took in all the touristy things to see. Everywhere we went we were stared at, I think in admiration, I'm not sure. Jason is such a beautiful creature that man and woman alike have watched his every move, and I've rather enjoyed being attached to this object of such intense scrutiny. He seemed to love it as well, and smiled at everyone who looked his way. Hand in hand we explored the little town until we had gotten tired of walking. We returned to Las Mananitas and went to our room. On the way the Manager told me that he had set two places at his table for us for dinner, and we would dine at 7 if it was convenient. I told him that we would be there, and Jason and I traipsed across the lawn to our room. Once behind the gate, I took him in my arms and held him at arms length. "Baby, are you happy?" I asked. He smiled that incredibly melting smile of his and said, "Yes. I know now what it is to be in heaven. All this beauty and you in one place-- I haven't come down from my high yet!" I hugged him to me tightly, caressing his long silky hair and kissing the side of his neck. We stood like this for some time until I could feel the heat from his crotch. I dragged him inside and asked if he wanted to swim. He said he did, and we stripped, grabbed towels and ran outside to our little courtyard. We dove into the pool and came up gasping, treading water around each other like some sort of mating ritual for fish. We relaxed in the warm water until our muscles felt like butter, enjoying the birds singing in the trees, the smells of dinner coming from the restaurant, and the amazingly colorful flowers surrounding us. We got out and kissed briefly, and went inside to dress for dinner. I watched Jason dry himself with rapt attention. He lovingly caressed every square inch of his wonderful body with the plush towel, and paid particular attention to his cock, which, by now, had risen slightly to the occasion. I stood motionless, watching him, and my heart swelled to the point of becoming painful as I realized that this man was what my life was all about. This man was what made me go from day to day. We had a marvelous dinner with the Manager. The best wine poured freely, the best food in the house was presented for our opinions, and the conversation was scintillating. The Manager told me that my parents had just been there two weeks before, and that they had, as always, had a wonderful time. I gave Jason a chance to practice his Spanish and the two of them got along admirably. I am quite sure the Manager knew the exact nature of our relationship, but he said nothing. He smiled at me several times, though, giving me the idea he knew what we had planned for the evening. As we finished dinner and strolled out into the gardens, the Manager pulled me aside and said, "Your friend Jason is truly a work of art, Senor Andrew. Never have I seen a more beautiful man in all my life. You are very good for each other, and I wish you all the happiness life has to offer." I patted him on the back and smiled, unable to speak for fear of crying at these sentiments. I joined Jason next to the large pool where he was watching some wealthy American children swimming. I took his hand and led him to our room, not speaking a word. I sat him down in the sitting room and poured a glass of icy Chardonay for both of us. I sat down next to him and put the glasses on the table. I took his hands and looked him in the eyes. "Jason, I've never brought anyone here before. I've never had such a significant relationship with anyone before. This place, you in this place, us in this place makes me happier than I have ever been. I love you!" The tears running down my cheeks prompted his, and soon we were locked in each others' arms crying softly and caressing each other lightly. We broke apart and I made a toast. "To you, my wonderful, beautiful, loving man. And to us, that we may never be apart-- ever." "Here, here," he choked out, and started crying all over again. We set our wine glasses down and stood up, dropping clothes as we did. We ran to the bed, threw back the covers, and dove in. The mattress was soft, the sheets were clean and cool, and we rolled all over the bed locking in the most passionate kiss of our lives. We kissed and hugged for some time, relishing in the feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. I moved him to where he was laying on his stomach, and I pushed a pillow under his stomach, raising his ass slightly in the air. "Now I am in charge here, Jason. Let me do what I want, OK?" "OK," he said, rather sultrily. It was all happening very slowly, very sensually, even though the lights were on and no music was playing. I felt more excited for that reason. Here in the bright room, a new excitement, a new discovery, was to be had. I put my hands on his body, feeling the soft smooth skin and nearly going crazy from lust. I put my tongue on his leg. On his balls. On his inner thigh. Higher, higher higher. I spread his asscheeks open wide, and started slowly and carefully bringing him pleasure. I kissed the inside of Jason's knee and let my mouth work up the beautiful boy's hairy thigh. I came to the ass and kissed both cheeks gently, nibbling a bit, biting a bit. Then I started the final phase of pleasure that I knew would drive him wild. I licked his balls which were against the mattress between his legs. Then I sucked them in and released them. I blew my soft, warm breath over his asshole, rubbed my hair over it, touched it with his fingers, played with it, massaged it. I looked at it. It was soft, smooth, dark, and surrounded with dark hair, the same beautiful silky smooth hair that flowed freely from his head. I put my hands on his buttocks. Jason was moaning, "Andrew, please Andrew, suck it, oh please suck it...." And then I placed my lips at the opening of his anus and the tongue he had been begging for finally touched the spot and the sensation was too incredible for me to realize. I put my tongue in. Out. In. Out. The rhythm slowly increased. I suck and blew, all the while rubbing my lips against the buttocks. My tongue now began a rapid licking and lapping until Jason seemed to be going out of his mind. I lay back on my back and had him stand over me, positioning him over my head. He bent until his balls touched my nose and his ass was fitted against my lips. "Andrew, I can't stand it," Jason said as he moved his butt over my tongue. "I'm going to come!" "Go ahead," I said, jacking on my own cock as well, "only don't catch it, let it run down, let it fall." Jason brought his ass down hard and I shoved my tongue in it as far as it could go. At the same time, Jason grabbed his cock and began working it up and down frantically. Our breathing became labored, and that was the only sound to be heard other than the sucking I was making and his light moans. After a few strokes, he came; it shot out of his cock and his hand stopped it from flying all over the bed. Then it dripped down, over his balls, and fell onto my forehead, and onto my hair. He fell to the side and watched my cock erupt all over my stomach, chest and face, and then crawled all over me, licking it off. "Wow! That was unreal," Jason said, still panting. "I know, baby. I know." I said, smiling. We talked for a while, showered, and then slept, wrapped in each other. The rest of our stay went much the same way. The sex was minimal, but exquisite. We ate our way through the town, and became literally the talk of the town everywhere we went. Heads turned and people seemed to kill themselves to make us welcome and happy. When we said goodbye to the Manager of Las Mananitas, he told us to come back soon, and we vowed to do exactly that. Part XXIII We returned from Mexico much as we had left, but with one major difference. We were in love; true love. Never in a million years had I thought that I would find a man who made me so incredibly happy all of the time, but Jason had edged his way into my life quite suddenly and filled those shoes completely. I decided that this was the opportune time to take him home to meet the folks. We sat up for several late nights discussing this as Jason was quite contrary to the idea at first. He knew that I had not officially come out to my parents, and he had listened to me talk about the for long enough to know that they were not exactly going to love the idea easily. But the incredible support we gave each other won out, and we made the decision to head to Atlanta the following weekend. With the discussions over, I called home and asked if we could come and visit. While my mother seemed reticent to entertain a friend of mine, she agreed as long as we would only mess up one bedroom. Naturally, that was not a problem, if only she knew. Jason and I laughed hard and long about it. Friday afternoon never wanted to come. The week dragged into infinity until my last class Friday finally let out. Jason and I met in my room and shared a few deep intimite moments before packing the car and heading out. On the way to Atlanta, I gave him the standard briefing I give all my friends that I take home to meet my parents. "Here's some things you need to know, Jason. Just so you won't be surprised. My parents are mega millionaires, and act like it. The house was recently appraised at $32 million, we have servants, and there are a lot of things you can't do in their house. You can't smoke, you can't curse, you can't sit on any furniture that has ropes on it, you can't walk on any of the rugs, and you can't wander around the house unattended. These are the cardinal sins of the Whitaker Estate." Jason sat and listened to all I had to say and smirked as I continued the "can't" list for some time. He seemed amused rather than worried (like most of my friends receiving this briefing) and that affirmed my realization that this was the man for me. We arrived at home, passed by the security guard, and parked the car. Jason and I primped for a moment and went to the front door. After ringing the bell, the Butler led us inside to the room my mother calls "The Great Room," a room that is so incredibly huge you can't help but be intimidated. I watched in amusement as Jason glanced around the room, drinking in all the incredibly expensive things carefully and artfully perched here and there. Jason is a book fanatic and the wall to wall, ceiling to floor bookshelves that covered two of the walls, complete with the rolling ladder on the brass rail amazed him. I motioned to him the furniture with the ropes, and pushed him into a chair that was safe to sit in. We waited for several minutes for my parents to make their entrance, during which the Maid took our drink orders and brought us each a glass of Chardonay. Finally, (and you could almost hear the trumpet flourish in the background), my parents made their grand entrance. My mother and I hugged briefly, I shook my father's hand, and then I introduced Jason. "Mom and Dad, may I present Jason Lastname [:)], a fellow Resident Assistant and good friend?" Mom and Dad ordered wine and the four of us sat down for the traditional grilling. Mom and Dad asked the basics first, like where are you from, what do your parents do for a living, what religion are you, etc. Naturally, I had coached him a little, and he gave all the right answers without straying from the truth. See, there's a way to talk to my parents that works, and a way that doesn't work. You get the idea. After an interesting discussion during which Jason and I compared our experiences as Resident Assistants in different kinds of dorms, we went in to dinner. We were joined there by my brother and sister. Dinner progressed as any fine dining experience might, with servants passing in and out refilling glasses and plates, and the usual marvelously sintilating conversation passing back and forth across the table. Jason had the opportunity to speak more with my mother and father, and I could tell that my sister found him unbelievably cute as she began kicking me under the table. Sis of course knew about my sexual orientation, and her playful kicks were to say, if nothing else, that she approved and that she was quite jealous. I kicked her back to indicate that I understood. Finally, dessert had been cleared and coffee and brandy were being served in the Salon. (I've always thought I had to get a haircut in that room!) This is the time where most serious discussions in our house occured, and after some incredibly dull banter, I cleared my throat loudly, indicating that I had something to say. Jason was sitting next to my sister on a small sofa and I went to him. My sister with her incredible intuitive sense, got up and moved to another seat. I sat down next to Jason and patted his knee. I noticed that he was shaking and I looked at him and smiled. His expression told me that all was OK, and I began to speak. "This is a rather big piece of news that I am about to give you all, and I am glad that you are all here together so I only have to go through this once," I began. In a clear, firm, and steady voice I continued. "I have thought about what I am about to say for several long years, I've thought about how to say it, when to say it, who to say it to, and what to say. After a lot of thought and some recent events in my life, I find this the most opportune moment to share this news with you." I paused to let this sink in, and then continued. "I've known what I am about to tell you for a long long time. You've probably known it too, but were, for whatever reason, unwilling to believe it. I know only too well how conservative the thinking is in this family, but I want you to open your minds as much as you can before I tell you this." I stopped again and looked around at everyone in the room, ending by gazing quickly at Jason. "This is the short and long of it: I am gay." I stated. They all looked uncomfortable for a few seconds, then regained their composure. The look on my father's face told me that more explanation was warranted. "I have known this since I can remember, and acted on it for the first time in eighth grade. Since then, in every phase of my life except here at home, I have been open and positive about my orientation. Before any of you speak, I want you to know that this will never change how I feel about any of you, and I hope, in time, you will come to think the same way. I realize this is a shock to you, but I know that you are all intelligent enough to think about this before you go flying off the handle. Finally, and this is the end of my statement, I want you all to know that Jason is actually a lot more than a friend to me." I took Jason's trembling hand in mine and squeezed it hard. "Jason and I are in love, the kind of love most people search all their lives for, the kind of love that knows no bounds, the kind of love that lasts forever. End of statement." There was a long uncomfortable silence in the room, everyone taking all this in, no one willing to open up and talk. Finally, as I knew it would happen, my mother got up, crossed the room, stood in front of me and motioned for me to stand up. We hugged ferociously for several long seconds. She released me and moved in front of Jason and repeated the same motions, this time with tears in her eyes. She took each of our hands and said, "Andrew, I am your mother. I have known this for many years, and your father and I have discussed this many times. Though we do not condone homosexuality in general as it is just not the norm in our world, we love you more than anything in the world, and want you to be happy. If loving this wonderful man you have brought into our home this evening is what that means, we stand behind you one hundred percent." My father is a man of few words, and he stepped totally out of character as he stood and began to speak. "I've known for most of your life that you were different, Andrew. I tried to interest you in sports, and that failed. I made you be a Boy Scout, and you hated it. I made you go into the Army, and you hated it, although I must admit you surprised all of us in your many successes while on active duty. In all of these endeavors, I tried to force you to become something I didn't think you were capable of doing: becoming a man. I have seen, though, in the last several years while you were in school and leading your dorm, that you have become much more of a man than I ever thought you would be. And I can honestly say, no matter what sexual orientation you are, that I am proud to call you my son, and honored to call you a man." With that, he walked over and hugged me lighly and touched Jason's head as he returned to his seat. The evening passed quickly with me explaining the homosexual lifestyle to my parents, and with both Jason and myself detailing our plans for our life together. Many hours and several bottles of champagne later, Jason and I headed off to bed, happy, relieved, and at peace. We undressed in silence and took care of the bathroom things. We met back in the middle of the room in tshirts and shorts and hugged for a long moment, ending the hug in one of the most intense kisses of either of our lives. As our tongues sought and found each other in the warm confines of our joined mouths, a knock sounded at the door. I called out, "Come in!" while still wrapped in Jason's arms, and my mother came in with a smile. "I must admit, I've never seen two better looking young men in my life! You do look good together." She reached into her pocket and pulled something out, placing it in my hand. I looked down to find two condoms. I looked up at her questioningly, and she said, "You may needs these, and I want you to use them, got it?" she said, smiling. "Got it," I said, kissing her on the cheek. She left us and we giggled hysterically for several wonderful moments, ending in another wonderful kiss. Much later, when the condoms were used and gone, we curled up together in the big poster bed and slept soundly. THE END