This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locations is entirely coincidental. The sexuality of all characters is entirely a figment of the author's imagination. For those of you that are NOT of legal age, please find other material to read. If you are offended by male/male material, or it is illegal to view such materials in your area, you should be leaving at this time.
I noticed a breath taking blonde male student checking me out at the union. I was stunned by the pure beauty of his full, uniquely shaped lips, dreamy aqua blue eyes and silky dirty blonde hair. I drooled with anticipation as I calmly finished my homework, occasionally stealing glances at the blonde hunk across the room, who always seemed to be staring at me when I looked up from my book.
Then with the confidence of a bull, I walked over to the student and struck a conversation.
"Aren't you in my Psychology class with Mr. Johnson? I said, using an obvious ploy for a pick up line.
The friendly, and by the looks of his crotch, obviously horny student was eager to engage my company.
"I don't think so. I had that class last year. To be honest, I found Mr. Johnson to be a very flexible teacher. With his help I got an A+ for the course" the student replied.
"Oh, your a sophmore, then?" I smiled, not letting on that I knew his earned grade was probably the result of blowing Mr. Johnson's big cock. This indeed was turning out to be a very freaky day. What were the odds that both of us were fucked by the same teacher.
"Yes, this is my second year, so you are probably thinking of some one other than me" the hot student stated, then smiled.
"Sorry, my mistake" I said then took a seat next to the student.
"I'm Jon Parker, freshman!" I introduced myself in a low voice, even though the union was nearly empty.
"But I try not to make that fact or my intentions too obvious" I said jokingly, as I imagined Mr. Johnson fucking this hot blonde student's ass.
"Your very direct Jon, I should have expected that from someone who is as incredibly attractive as yourself. We have much in common, and apparently, my attempt to draw you here was very successful" the student replied.
"If you mean you couldn't stop staring at my massive package, then yeah, I kinda figured out your plan! I stated.
The student offered his hand.
"I'm Brad Slab" the student introduced himself.
"No way! Is their any chance the name fits the person" I commented.
"I get a strong feeling that you will find the answer to that very question very soon" Brad said staring deeply into my eyes.
"Like maybe tonight, at my place?" I suggested
"Sound great! I Brad accepted my invitation with excitement.
"Wait a minute! Now that you mention it, I think I have seen you around the apartment complex where I live" Brad concluded as we got up to leave.
The walk back to the apartment was playful and full of inappropriate touching. A shiver crawled down my spine, as I learned that Brad Slab lived on the second floor of my apartment building, in fact, his room is directly underneath mine.
Once we were inside my apartment, the place looked deserted, so I offered Brad a beer and a seat.
"I'd rather have one of these" Brad stated as he kissed me full on the lips, then wrapped his arms around my neck. I immediately responded back, placing my hands on Brad's tight butt cheeks and pushing our bodies together.
Brad ran his fingers through my hair as our kiss incorporated some major tongue action.
Our bodies began to gyrate back and forth, our cocks getting harder by the second as the lust for one another was out of control.
I broke off our tongue tag long enough to say "bedroom" As much as the thought of fucking Brad in the kitchen beheld a certain fantasy, I had to consider and respect the rules we set up concerning guests and private matters.
As we slowly made our way to the bedroom, our clothes were dropped to the floor and the exposed naked flesh was instantly explored by hands and mouths.
By the time I shut the bedroom door, we were both naked and Brad's beautiful body was pressing against me, as we continued a full fledged tongue tug of war. I felt Brad's nine inch hard slab rubbing against my own concrete shaft, then we laid on the bed and soon our naked forms were entangled like a pretzel. For a long time we kissed, thrust our hips, and rolled around in a variety of different positions, exploring and satisfying all of our deepest desires. The sweat from our actions created a slippery non resistant surface on the skin, allowing Brad to easily slip his thick meat all the way into my eager anal canal.
I moaned out loud as I felt his titanic rod fill my hole, stimulating the walls on the inside of my ass.
Brad was fucking me hard and fast, each penetration of his big juicy dick sent a wave of erotic vibrations throughout my body. Soon Brad's slab was erupting a hot load into my butt and we were switching positions. Brad got on his back and I lifted his legs in the air. I shoved my dripping eight cock into his rear end and fucked him with unbridled lust, until I let loose a wad of cum all over his stomach.
After our tryst, I offered Brad the use of our shower, to wash off the results of our orgasmic endeavors, which he readily accepted.
As I lay on the bed, I heard the sound of doors open and close. It soon dawned on me that Tommy had the habit of joining me in the shower. I rushed out of the bedroom and headed into the bathroom.
I found Brad slamming Tommy against the tiled shower wall, fucking my roommate with his big stick. Tommy was moaning hard as Brad pleasured the young freshman with massive amounts hard naked flesh. I ended up jacking off while I watched the two men fornicate beneath a stream of warm water. All the excitement was an announcement of our activity and soon Flex entered the bathroom, wanting to get in on the action.
"Brad! Is that you" Flex asked the new guy.
"Frank! What are you doing here!" Brad replied as he continued to ram his boner deep into Tommy's pooper.
"I live here" Flex stated.
The awkward moment was drowned out by the loud climatic eruption of Tommy's man juice, as his rock hard dick shot a large load of cum onto the shower wall, followed by the growling discharge of Brad, as he flooded Tommy's tunnel.
Tommy retired to his room while the rest of us gathered in the living room, where Flex informed me that Brad was a second year member of the swim team. The two see each other during practice almost every day. Both Flex and Brad had an attraction towards one another, but never intended to act on their desires, because they feared being exposed and getting kicked off the team.
"I had no idea that my libodo and hook up with Jon would have led me to your house Flex! Brad admitted then placed his hand on Flex's rock hard boner.
Lack of sleep made me intervene and annouce that it was late and I had to get up early tomorrow. I told Brad that I had a really great time and he was more than welcome to stop by any time.
Ten minutes later, on my way to brush my teeth, I noticed Brad was giving Flex a slow and seductive blowjob on the couch. On my way back to the bedroom, I saw Flex pumping his hard dick in and out of the ass of a heavily breathing Brad, who was totally enjoying the anal intrusion.
Brad would stop by occasionally, but mostly to have sex with Flex and if he wasn't around, Chip, Tommy or I were more than happy to entertain him.
It was the middle of the second quarter. Spring break led everyone to travel. My three roommates and I all headed home. While I was visiting my parents, I ran into Mr. Stewart, the next door neighbor who popped my cherry when I was sixteen. He suggested I come over to his house and chat. The chat ended up being a two hour suck and fuck session of unimagineable passion and stanima.
I returned early to a nearly deserted college, with the plan of catching up on my homework. The time alone in the apartment was a nice relief. I decided to go to the campus gym and catch up on my reps. The availability of sex was keeping me in shape, but most of my naked positions did not target the needed areas.
Flex had given me a guided tour of the facility and all I needed to do was flash the attendant my student ID. The weight room was practically empty as I shared my routine with two other female students.
After a vigorous 2 hour workout I headed back to the locker room, the black tank top and shorts I wore were soaked with persiration. As I opened the door to the men's locker room, I noticed another student walk in right behind me, coming in from a hallway that led to the running track.
The sweat from the dark haired young man was intoxicating, as I smelled his dripping wet running shorts and jersey as he passed me and I noticed the very mature student give a me a second look as we both headed towards the wooden benches in front of the lockers.......