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CAT | College
I usually go to the gym several days a week if I can. This day I did my reps, squats and other calisthenics. It had been a good workout, and I was sweaty, and looked forward to taking a hot
shower. I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked naked to [...]
The 10 young men showed up with their suitcases and sleeping bags as scheduled that Monday night. The brothers who had seemed like their friends for the past several months seemed very different and would not meet their eyes. As soon as they were all there they were sternly ordered to line up shoulder to shoulder in the basement.
Monty sat in his chair in the room he shared with three others. They were all good friends and looked out for each other like most college roommates do.
When one drank too much the others helped him back to the room or held him up in the shower until he was sober enough to put to bed.
When one had a bad time with a girl friend or family the others would listen to his venting.
When we broke apart, I whispered, “Could you let me fuck Anthony too?” Greg grinned and nodded, saying to Anthony, “Hey, turn around and suck me awhile.” Anthony, who had heard me, said, “I know. Bob wants to get me back for the pounding I gave him before.” He leered knowingly as he turned around and sucked downs Greg’s cock and offered his ass to a new invader.
I was in college fraternity at the University of Delaware and I’d enjoyed the wonders of living in my frat for the past two years: about 25 guys, l8 to 23 years of age, at the prime of their sexual allure and most were horny as hell all their waking hours. I was an avid [...]
We’re going to start with the basics. I grew up in a suburb of Minneapolis. My mom was a prosecutor (now she’s a judge) and my dad was a police detective, and if you think that *your* parents were tough, try getting away with anything in that house. On high school nights when I came home drunk, I tip-toed through the house like I was trying to sneak out of maximum security.
“Actually,” Mr. Casey’s hand fell onto the small of my back, and I froze, “I do need to use this,” I couldn’t move, and as much as I willed my lips to respond, it just wouldn’t happen. His hand just felt so warm, even through the shirt and thick hoodie that I now wore in the heat of the summer.
“I have to find an article,” I nodded, the only thing I could do. Finally, my fingers broke the trance and I moved the mouse, exited the program I was in, and stepped aside. His hand stayed on my back until I took the step, placing me out of reach.
I could lie and say I don’t know why I agreed to it, but the truth is
always more interesting. The truth is, I knew exactly why I agreed to go
to a gay bar. It was really a mixture of two things. The first thing is
the sway my best friend, Lisa, has over me. We dated a while back and I
fell head over heals for her. Somehow we were able to salvage this amazing
friendship, but there was still a spark for her in my depths. The second
thing is the memory of the feeling I had when I saw my first big dick. He
was a friend of mine from my sophomore year of college and he was changing
in his dorm room when out popped this huge monster. I still don’t consider
myself gay, but my first inclination was to get on my knees in front of him
and beg to suck his cock until he came down my throat. That was over a
year ago, but I remembered it like yesterday.
One club, Mother’s Junction, always seemed to have the best bands. Most weekends you could find me there. One night, while enjoying a show by a particularly good rockabilly band, I was chatting with friends and I noticed the back of what I thought was the hottest gal in the place. About 5′8″, slender, with long, wild, dark brown hair, and skintight white pants that showed off the hottest ass I had ever seen! It was shapely, small hips, & nicely rounded. Being a typical 20 year old, red-blooded American male, I was needless to say becoming quite aroused! I could feel my cock straining against my tight Levis. I tried to think of something else to so my obviously hard on would abate. Then I noticed…she had turned around and to my surprise, she wasn’t a girl at all!!! She was a guy who just happened to look VERY feminine! Boy, I was embarrassed! I couldn’t help but notice him the rest of the night. That ass was just amazing! Being a good looking guy, I’d had my share of women but few had an ass that could rival this guy’s. As the night went on, I couldn’t help but think about how that ass would look naked and I was actually thinking I’d like to fuck this guy! “What the heck????? I’m straight!”, I thought to myself.
My name is Evan Coleman, I’m twenty-one years old, and I’m about to finish my senior year here at Colombia University in New York City. Although I spent my first three years of school in a residence hall, I now live alone in an apartment on the upper west side. I don’t consider myself attractive at all and have made very few friends here. My best friend, however, is Paul Weaver, who I met in my American Literature class earlier this year. He’s a freshman and only eighteen. He’s a quiet sort of person, like I am,
and our friendship involves mainly having lunch together several times a week where we talk mainly about our schoolwork and other inconsequential things, including his girlfriends. Not very exciting, but at least I have a friend to talk with.
