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Jonah moaned, a low needy sound, barely contained in the silence of the bathroom. The huge halfback leaned back hard against the wall, his hands tightly on Joes broad shoulder pads. They grasped, fisting tightly on the big pads. Jonah fought to keep his movements slow, rocking gently with his big hips against the receivers mouth.
I am doing mental gymnastics but kept on rubbing not even able to stop myself. He might say he’s not that way but he made no effort to step away. In a complete fever of rushing hormones I reached up to unzip his fly. He put his hand down to stop me, and moved back around the desk to lay down on his bed apologizing the whole time about how he had never done this and how he wasn’t “that way”. I was crushed. I sat there for awhile and thought my rep here was now ruined too, and on my first day. After a few minutes he started moaning about how fucked up he is. He asked me if I minded cutting off the overhead light. And then asked me if I wanted to sit on the foot of the bed. I said sure and did just that. He kept talking about how fucked up he was and rubbed his crotch. Well before long my hand was creeping up his leg back to his crotch.
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Water Polo Boys Get What They Want
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It was late October and Greg had admired Lars for two full months. Lars, like Greg, was a 19-year-old sophomore at the university. The handsome Norwegian student would quietly pass through the hallways of the second floor of the all-boys dorm where he lived, a few doors down from Greg. Lars was quiet not because he was unfriendly but because he was new to the country, having earned an athletic scholarship to the U.S. university. He was a star college water polo player in Norway, and he now was continuing his tremendous skills in the water in America.
“Fuck yeah!” he moaned, “Eat me out!” I slurped and slobbered all over his asshole, enjoying the sensation of the activity, but also the extreme pleasure he got from it. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that Landon had started milking himself in earnest after waching us go at it. Reluctantly, I pulled away.
Wednesday was the day Alan left the office early, although before heading for home he had a couple of calls to make. At 4.30, he left the office and headed into the Headingley side of the city which has a high student population. He stopped outside one of the many red-bricked terraced properties that were typical of the area and delivered a rent reminder letter. He then drove to the end of the road and parked up again. He walked across to an adjacent street. Three doors along he turned outside similar property, and walked up the path. This time he did not post a reminder, but rang the bell and waited. A few moments later, the door was opened by a tall second year student with thick, dark, wavy, collar length hair. He was bare chested and wearing a pair of ripped baggy jeans and nothing on his feet. He gave Alan a cheeky grin.
I had just transferred to a new college when this story takes place. My old college was just too small, too conservative – just not the right place for me. When I got to my new school, things just seemed to feel more…for lack of a better word, “right.” And to top it all off, the guy who lived across the hall from me was drop dead gorgeous. I noticed Brian on the day that I moved in, and he had offered to help with some boxes. He is about 6′ tall, 185 with brown hair and brown eyes. He has this boy next door look and a body to die for. Fairly nice muscles all over but the real treat are his pecs. They are nice and big and show in most every shirt he wears.
I guess I should let you know who I am. I’m Rick Mason, I grew up around Houston, but got out of there after college. I’m 6′ even and about 200lbs, not all muscle but close; your standard blue eyes and blonde hair. When I’m hard, I get to be about 6.5″ of cut meat, and it usually doesn’t take much to get me hard.
I was 20 and it was summer and the end of oxford uni’s rag week. There was partying and celebrations everywhere. At keble college we had the grounds filled with marquees and stalls to please all. These ranged from various tents each with its own well known pop artist performing the night away from rock to jazz. There was also a dodgem cars track, bronco billy, bouncey castles and numerous promotional drink stands. So there was plenty of drinking, all at little if any cost. Not a good recipe for numerous live wire students. And i was one of them and as pissed as most. This was a bi-annual 24 hour event. And by late evening we were already looking worse for wear and seemingly in a pretty sorry state.
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.
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.
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