Hunks University By Mister J
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Description: A closeted, 29-year-old college student at an all-male university moves into his dorm and meets some of the hottest college students on campus. Can he keep his secret while keeping his hands to himself around his new friends?
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"YOU can do this, Michael." I stared at my reflection in the car's rear view mirror. "Damn it, you're almost thirty. You can do college with a bunch—"
A young man passed behind the car, pushing a hand truck loaded with boxes of personal crap. His muscular body filled out the t-shirt with `SCMU' printed on the chest.
"—hot, barely legal guys." I exited the car.
The guy's sweat shorts hugged his tight backside.
I bit my lower lip but stopped and looked around to see if others noticed.
After opening the back seat, I grabbed a big military duffel bag and slung it over my shoulder.
Big corrugated boxes remained inside.
Using my hips, I pushed the door closed. I'll just come back for the rest later after seeing my dorm room. I pressed the key fob to lock the car before heading for the dorm.
Young men appeared everywhere. Some walked alone, and some strolled with friends. Some wore tight shirts, and some displayed the jock muscles on their shirtless torsos.
I'm definitely in an all-male university. How can a guy like me keep it together while surrounded by virile, horny college guys?
When I reached the dorm's entrance, I looked up.
The modern building stood about ten floors high and occupied almost the entire block. Its double glass doors kept swinging open from the constant flow of students.
I went up the steps.
A beefy Latino with glasses stood at the entrance, adjusting the stack of boxes in his arms.
"Let me get that, man." I pushed the doors and held them open for the guy to step through.
The brown-haired guy stood at five-eleven and had a large frame, just like me. His muscles looked trained for sports.
Mine, not so much. I have them only for aesthetic reasons.
"Thanks, man." He flashed his white teeth before going on his way.
"You're...welcome." I stared at the young man's round butt. Damn, look at that.
"Bro, you're blocking the way," a guy said.
I snapped out of it and made my way to the reception, weaving through the crowd of students hauling their stuff left and right.
Six people lined up at the check-in counter.
A long banner hung above the reception. It reads, Welcome to Worthington Hall, students!' Below, San Carlos Men's University.'
I fell in line and waited for my turn.
When the student in front of me finished checking in, the guy behind the counter asked, "Could you excuse me for a sec? I'll just call the other RA to check you in. I really need to pee."
"Sure, no problem."
The counter guy walked to the door in the back room and pushed it slightly open. "Hey, Bobby. Could you take over the counter? I'm about to burst."
"Yeah, Dan. I'll be right out," a deep masculine voice said from inside.
"He's on his way out." The guy hurried out of the booth.
The wooden door creaked open. A large bear of a guy with buzz-cut red hair and stubble came out. He looked like one of those rugby players.
Fucking hell. This RA is so fucking hot.
"Hi, I'm Bobby. How can I help you?" His tight polo shirt hugged his massive chest and tree trunk arms.
I wish I was his shirt.
"Excuse me?"
After picking my jaw from the floor, I said, "Sorry. My name is Michael Greco. I'm here to move into my dorm room."
"Oh, you're a student. Wait." He picked up a clipboard and flipped through the pages.
My eyes kept staring at his big biceps.
He tapped the board with a pale finger. "Yeah, Greco. You're that twenty-nine-year-old freshman."
"Yep, that's me." I gave him an uncomfortable smile.
"No, man. Don't take it the wrong way. It's nice to have someone seven years older than me staying here. You'll be like the big brother of everyone in the building." Bobby handed over some forms.
"Oh, god, I hope not," I said while signing the papers. "Having one handful little brother is already enough for me, thank you very much."
The RA laughed as he collected the signed forms. "As a little brother myself, I know what you mean."
You call yourself little? I snickered.
He gave me a key card. "You're in room 502, right across from mine. You can come and hang out with me anytime."
THREE weeks later...
"Hey, Bobby." I knocked on room 501. "Why is your big-boobed girlfriend outside your room?"
Three of our neighbors opened their doors and poked their heads out. One guy whispered, "Where?"
I turned to them and chuckled. "It's a joke, you horn dogs."
Disappointed sighs filled the hallway as they went back inside their rooms.
The RA's door opened. "Dumbass. My girlfriend's not visiting until next week."
Bobby stood in nothing but a white towel around his waist. A heavy mat of red hair covered his barrel chest while water droplets clung to his pale skin.
I tore my eyes away before my young friend noticed my eyes going to his bulge. Lifting the plastic bag of burritos, I said, "I'm paying up for last night's bet."
"Come on in." He opened the door wider and let me through.
I stepped inside and put the plastic bag on his kitchen table.
"That's three in a row." He went to open the fridge.
Light from the inside highlighted the front of his towel. It almost made the thin material see-through, showing a soft fat dick underneath it.
My shorts tightened from the sudden rush of blood to my dick. I sat on the chair facing away from him to keep the effect of his near-nakedness on me under control.
"Your wallet will thank you if you just admit I'm better at Overstrike than you."
"Don't get cocky, asshole. You just have a lucky streak. I'll kick your ass in the rematch later." I unwrapped a burrito and took a bite.
Bobby stood next to me and placed a couple of water bottles on the table. As he grabbed his food out of the plastic bag, his bulge hung inches away from reach.
I wanted to tear the towel off him and suck the dick I've always wanted since I became friends with the guy.
He took a big bite. "Is this the same as last time?"
"Yeah. But, man, put on some clothes. Can't you see I'm eating here? I don't want a side of dong with my meal."
"Hey, it's my room." Mouth full, he set the burrito on the table and walked toward his closet. "I can walk around in whatever I want, even naked."
I'll never leave your room if you do.
The 6'1" Irish-American opened his closet before peeling the towel off, revealing a cut dick and bulbous balls covered in full red bush.
I swallowed in surprise and choked on a piece of burrito, making me cough.
He started to step toward me in complete nakedness. "You okay, man?"
But I put a hand up while drinking from the water bottle. "I'm good. I just didn't chew the food properly before swallowing."
Bobby retreated and resumed drying himself, bending over to reach his calves. His hairy pink hole winked in greeting.
Oh, please. Can I eat that, too?
Dick swinging between his legs, the resident assistant rummaged through his closet for boxer briefs and put them on. "If you want, I could ask my girlfriend to bring one of his friends next week."
I shrugged. "Sure, why not?"
The giant bear strutted back to the table. "I'll ask to bring a thicc one. I know you like those."
"Can't you at least put on a shirt? I'm starting to feel overdressed here."
Bobby pulled one of the chairs next to me and sat. "Nope. I'm proud to show off my sexy body." He winked and took another bite of his burrito.
I made him see my rolling eyes and took a big bite to keep from saying something I would regret.
Ugh! Why did this hot guy have to be straight?
He leaned his elbows on the table and opened his legs wider. As he scrolled through his phone, his knees touched mine and stayed there.
The skin-to-skin connection sent jolts of electricity straight to my crotch. My underwear strained to contain my erection.
I bolted off my chair and went straight for the bathroom.
"Wait. Is it the burrito? Smells okay to me."
Reaching inside my shorts, I adjusted myself and waited for the hard-on to go down.
"Hey, Michael. Stop jerking off. I'm going to kick your ass again at Overstrike."
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