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Campus Lesson 18 Write
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It
was the first day of college, and Todd was extremely nervous. He'd
never been away from home for more than a week at a time, much less
going half way across the country to go to school. A part of him
was eager to settle into his new surroundings and get to know his
new potential friends. He crossed the quad with his suitcase and
belongings, searching for his dormitory. He came upon a brick building
called "Edmund Hall". This was his dormitory. He felt
his stomach tighten, so he took a deep breath and stepped across
the threshold. Todd found his way to his room and found that his
roommate was already settling in and unpacking.
It
was a relatively quiet day at the pool. For Paul, life could not
get any better than this. He was nineteen and getting paid to soak
up rays by the pool and watch people swim. Being a lifeguard was
the best summer job he could have picked. Plus, Greg worked at that
pool, too. Paul had been eyeing Greg all summer, but just could
not work up the nerve to make his move. He looked at himself in
the reflection in the water.... not that bad looking. Paul was about
six feet tall, had a good build, brown hair, and amazing bright
green eyes. He knew that he was attractive, but he just did not
have any confidence. He saw Greg walk by him, looking as hot as
ever.
The
strong sensations churning within our bouncing balls, straining
cocks and sweaty young bodies now had us in their grasp. We were
locked in a mutual rhythm that was out of our control. Both of our
beds were now softly squeaking, the squeaks timed so close they
were almost in harmony. My chest hairs were wet from the exertion.
Even in the black light, Booker's pale skin seemed to blush red.
We were both beginning to pant. Booker's cock looked red and raw
as his hand pumped it even faster, his hips rocking in time with
his hand. My nostrils were filled with the mixed tang of our boy
sweat and musk of our precum. My rapidly pumping hand was both sticky
and slick as I spread the fluid up and down my thrusting prick.
Over my heavy breathing I could hear squishing sounds as the fluid
rising from the bright red head lubricated Booker's cock.
I
have been meeting guys in men’s rooms for years. I can tell instantly
when I’m in a cruisy bathroom. It doesn’t matter if the men’s room
is out of the way or in a high traffic area men who want sex with
men will scope it out, looking at the writing on the wall, "meet
me here at 8 AM or noon or 5 PM. Show it hard if you want it sucked."
It’s obvious when you walk into a cruisy bathroom, there’s a sense
that everything stopped just before you walked in. A couple of men
will be standing at a urinal but they’re not pissing. There’s a
guy in the toilet who has been there for half an hour. Another guy
will be taking too long to comb his hair. This bathroom could be
anywhere, at a department store, in a park, at a university, in
an office building. But all of them are exactly the same.
Chris
couldn't speak. He slowly turned around to his roommate naked before him. He had
forgotten for a second that he usually slept that way. He was so close and his body was
so handsome. He reaches out and wrapped his arm around his roommate, pulling him closer.
Mike slipped back. He shook his head with a smile. "Not yet Chris. I said you need to
relax and rest. You are going to do exactly that." He whispered. Mike kneeled to the
floor before Chris and rested his hands to his thighs. He rested back on his ankles, his
fingers taking hold of the shorts his roommate wore and pulling them free from his body.
"I am going to help you relax whether you like it or not." Chris nodded his head
nervously. And as Mike leaned forward to take him, He stopped him, putting his hand to
Mikes shoulder. "I've never…"
He had just
removed leather pants when a cock thick and waiting for him, probed through each hole in
the wall. One was solid black and at least nine inches in length while the other was
white and a smaller six inches. He took each in hand, giving his new toys a gentle caress
before he would really work to pleasure them. The soft moans of pleasure echoed from the
other side of the two walls as his fingertips kneaded the heads of the twin cocks around
him. He couldn't take it anymore. He was such a little slut when things started, he
leaned over to the thick black shaft and wrapped his mouth around the large mushroom cap,
offering a light suckle. His hands readying the other cock for what would become of it.
He poured some lubrication from a small bottle he had brought with him and slickened the
length up with one hand as he stood up and probed into his tight pucker with the other to
widen him and prepare himself.
Steve rested
back though the nervousness inside him was already peaking. Nervous that this could be a
change to his entire life if he enjoyed it. And with the sensations swelling inside him,
the feelings were no different than some of the women he had been with. But then again,
it felt a little different but in what way, he was not sure what. John leaned down with a
soft smile and ran the tip of his tongue on the underside of the throbbing length in his
hand. He sat back on his ankles, bringing himself a little forward. "Ever have someone
finish all the way with you?" Steve shivered. Just that one touch and he knew this was
going to be something more intense than he had felt before. He almost didn't hear the
question and took a moment for him to reply, "Um … No. Why? Is it different?"
The tease of
that tongue tip tickling along him as he was held firmly in the bikers' mouth. Jack
returned the favor eagerly. He closed his eyes taking in the musk of his sweaty lover and
the sweet scents of the flowers around the two. His mind drifted off as he suckled gently
on his lover. Out in the middle of nowhere. The biker pulled from him and whispered,
"Did you bring it?" Jack nodded once and rolled to the side over to the pack. He took
out a small bottle of lubrication and a single condom. He stood to the edge of the stone
and took the bikers cock in his hand, the bottle of lubrication held high above his hand
and dripping down the thin slippery liquid, just watching his lover squirm as the
pleasure he gifted heightened with every drop.
Ed didn't
argue. He took off like a shot running away like a scared puppy. He glanced back and
watched the worker head back onto the site as a pair of cars drove out. As he ran, he
couldn't help but be curious as to what the guy wanted. He couldn't help it. He swallowed
hard and resolved that he would indeed go back. Right on time ten minutes later, Ed
approached the site. The place looked deserted and night begun to set in. Just as he was
about to turn and leave, the man called out, "Hey runner! Leaving so soon?" Ed slowly
turned back around catching sight of him. He was sitting in his car with his shirt off
and waving him over through the open window. Slowly he walked over. The first thing he
noticed was that his shirt was off. And when he got to the car, he saw that everything
was off. He found himself standing straight at the window at the muscular man with a cock
easily twice the length of his own.
When
Carl got out of the car at the small house he ran over to David hugging him tightly
looking even happier than he had a moment ago. "Come on in love. I can cook you
breakfast." David replied, returning the warm embrace. It was almost if they had been
together for years. Though this was just their first meeting. Not too much longer and the
two were snuggled together on David's couch. Carl had been smiling wide since they had
arrived And David felt it was high time to find out why. "Okay … What's got you so happy?
Other than the fact that I love you like crazy." Carl said nothing. He rested his hand to
David's belly and leaned up, kissing him warmly on the cheek. "I'll tell you later.
For now I want to do something that I have wanted to do for a VERY long time." Carl
slipped his hand a little lower, guiding his touch past the seam of David's sweatpants.
His gaze dropped to David's hidden bulge, grinning even wider.
Max casually
slipped the sheets down from James's bed with a sly smile. "Oh come on. Everyone
fantasizes about fooling around in a hospital at some point or another. Why would this be
any different?" He was not in the mood to protest. Nor could he argue. He had thought
about this for several weeks with the nurse and after giving a quick look back to the
door, he asked, "But I can't move. How would we…" Max cut him off, placing a fingertip
in front of his lips. "Just stay quiet. You don't have to DO anything." He slid a little
higher on the bed and slipped his patient's thickened cock out giving him an admiring
stroke with just the tip of one finger. "Well AFTER you will have to of course. Cause we
still need to get you down into therapy but … I think this is enough therapy for the
moment." James just nodded. In a weird twisted way that actually made sense. He settled
back on the hospital bed looking down to the orderly as he took him into his warm mouth.
"Did I say it
was?" He snapped and stood to his feet. He stared right into the camera and carefully
unbuttoned his shirt letting it drop to the floor. He didn't wear t-shirts underneath,
feeling they are too restricting of him. He liked his clothes to be loose fitting and
give him more freedom of movement. He slid his slacks from his waist, leaving his purple
silk boxer shorts on as he sat back down and kicked the rest of his clothing aside. "That
better?" He watched Bill shake his head and laugh, "Getting there. Still over dressed
though." "So are you. So you first. I want to see you." It was a quick snap and the
towel was removed. His heart pumped when he saw the twitching meat in front of him
measuring at least 8 or 9 inches. He never asked for the exact measurements. He too
slipped his shorts from around his waist, leaving his body bare for his lover to see.
We held our
hands knuckle to knuckle. This was a position we had tried in bed a number of times, and
loved, so that was how we sat in the Jacuzzi. It was just as nice here, if not more,
since the cool night air was cooling the tip of our masculinity which managed to show
above the water. Comparably sized, we were able to move our hands in time with each
other, our hands pressed together at the knuckles. One hand guided the other in speed
and motion, how far to the tip, and how far back down, and it always felt like neither of
us were really controlling the motion, kind of the way a Ouija board works. It felt like
our affection itself controlled everything. We both closed our eyes, as we stroked one
another to full and eager hardness. I cupped my hand over the tip of his cock, as he did
mine. We called it 'mirror-sex'. Something we had both gotten good at, and really
enjoyed. Everything I did to him in this position, he did to me. What I found to feel
good, I would to do him, and if he liked something he did it to me. We learned a lot
more about each other's pleasure in this way than any other way.
Ian gasped
softly, as his slender belt was undone, and his pants slid down his hips. He quivered
just a bit, pressing his butt off of the chair to allow the pants to be slid free, and
felt the rush of cooler air over his body. The air conditioning here was really very
good. He was flaccid still, since he didn't expect this at all. He quickly swelled to
full excitement as gentle, careful hands fondled and massaged his length up and down,
even cupping and caressing his scrotum. He arched back a little, pressing his now full
hardened shaft against that friendly palm. The gentle person looked into Ian's eyes and
smiled. This had been what they wanted.
Cliff finally
lowered his head, and Alex tightened the muscles in his legs, thrusting upward a bit, as
he felt that hot, familiar mouth engulf him. This was by far Alex's favorite treatment,
and Cliff seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Alex did, even without anything being
given in return, but the moment was more romantic than usual, and more tender, so Alex
very much wanted to return some of the feeling to his boyfriend. He slid his hand down
from Cliff's tummy, to his jeans, and unbuttoned, and awkwardly unzipped them, his hand
sliding down, backwards, and the tab of the zipper between his knuckles in the strange
angle he had while lying on his back. Alex groaned softly, as Cliff showed greater
determination to his lover's pleasure. The wind cooled their heating flesh, as breathing
became faster and shallower. The two lovers were completely enraptured in one another's
presence, and ignored the rest of the world, even as the meteor storm intensified,
sending several white streaks across the starlit sky every minute. It was a perfect
setting though, and Cliff and Alex would not have enjoyed it more any other way.
Many things
went through David's mind as Tom slowly ran his tongue up and down his shaft, but mostly,
he just tried to force himself to enjoy this, and not think that someone could see them.
However, the thought that someone could come waltzing in at almost no warning was enough
to get his heart beating faster, and the nervousness only contributed to his arousal.
David finally released a long and sultry groan. The exhibitionistic fashion of getting
this kind of treatment at work was a kink that really riled him up. David cleared his
throat just a little, as Tom took his cock fully into his mouth, sucking hard on it, and
pulling back, slowly, and firmly, almost tugging with how hard he was sucking. "Tom, if
you keep that up, I won't last long at all." came David's quivering voice. Tom looked up
in almost a silly fashion from his thick, throbbing member, that masculine flesh making a
soft pop as it pulled from those tightened lips.
David knew
what he was doing. No matter what anyone tells you, males inherently explore their
bodies and know better than any female how to bring themselves pleasure. David was no
exception. His hands put pressure at just the right time, as it was coming up off the
tip of my shaft, and staying tight, until it was half way down, so each tight, firm,
slick motion felt almost as if I were being sucked upon. I felt his other warm, but dry
hand cup my sack, as he placed his elbow between my thighs to support him, and watched
between my face, and my shaft, working more feverishly toward whatever personal goal it
was that he had in mind. My breathing picked up in pace, and my legs tightened some
more, quivering a bit. The fact that my long time straight friend was doing this was
more intense to me than the action itself. I began to slowly rut my hips against his
longing, loving motions. The wet sounds of his hand slipping up and down my ridged
shaft. My sack began to tighten as I felt that hot rush of tingling working its way
through me. I was going to explode!
I suddenly
felt a very deep bond with him. Not for the fact that he had just admitted her was gay,
which in all honestly, in part, did not surprise me too terribly, but in the fact that he
had fears and insecurities about it, and I was the only person perhaps in his life that
he had bothered to tell. How could I let him know that secret was safe? It was stupid
that he could not just be open about it, but I understood. I knew too well what kind of
damage it would do. I gasped as I felt his fingertips play at the rim of my pants. I
looked into his eyes. He softly, slowly told me that I was his best friend. Someone
with whom, his entire teen life, he'd hoped to show real affection to, but afraid if he
did, I'd never speak to him again. He slid down onto his knees in front of me. I
reassured him he would not lose my friendship that easily and as his hands slid over my
lap, he smiled, a soft blush over his pale gamers-face. He felt that, under those pants,
I was hard as a rock. I could not help it really. It wasn't that it was an experience
I was actually hoping for. It was just that the idea of someone who knew my body just as
well as I did, was very alluring. I didn't want to say a thing. I wanted to let it just
go.
What Jeremy
did not know is, I was gay. I had told none of my general friends about it, and had only
messed around with a few others like myself that I had met on line in my college days,
and while I had girlfriends in the past, they were more for the fun of dating, and I had
only been intimate with one, who had been very special. The thought of playing with
Jeremy didn't bother me at all. So I pulled his pants down, rather briskly, around his
ankles. I slowly looked up, expecting to see that distressed look of indignant shock in
his eyes, but as my gaze traveled half way up his body, I found that Jeremy was sporting
a very eager erection. About seven inches of flesh bobbed a bit, teasingly before me.
No way. I had known him all this time, all the way through high school and college, and
I had not known that he was okay with this? I could have kicked myself then, but I
thought back to the game...
