Richard at College

By Mark Stout

Published on Aug 20, 2020

Bisexual

Richard at College 01 Bisex MMF College (Endings and Beginnings)

Disclaimer: I've never been on a sports team of any kind, and though I've been on campuses and even a frat party, my own degree is online so this is 100% fantasy.

Richard is a magical person because he appears to have been born in about 1998, and I have documented his life through 2028 so far, and he's never missed a workout or lap swim because a gym or pool close due to the pandemic.

Parts of this were stolen from "Adam at College"; I wanted to put Richard and Adam in the same situations at different schools because they would react differently; their mindsets are different.


My name is Richard.

I'm a college freshman. I've just turned 19, and tomorrow is the last day of classes for the year.

The hardest part of being here has been learning to let go of my high school lovers and friends, but I don't want to dwell on that.

My first week in college I saw that all of the students, girls and boys, wore dark blue shorts, drug store flip-flops and one of five colors of tee shirts.

I like flips but they aren't special when everyone is wearing them, so my first week I bought some Indian sandals with toe-rings, a few pairs of white shorts with different patterns on them, and I wear them with short-sleeve, button-down shirts. I caught other students staring at my feet till they got used to me.

I was on swim team in high school and determined to stick with it here. The second day of classes there was a meeting where we were told to get our hair removed, head to toe, including pubes. A junior had taken us eight new freshmen aside afterwards; he said that we probably didn't have arrangements to get ourselves shaved.

One guy said that his girlfriend was going to do it, and the junior sent him on his way. We were told to meet at a motel near the campus with whatever shaving gear we had; hair clippers and electric razors would be provided. Since there were eight of us with the junior, it would cost $20 each for two rooms, and to be there at 2pm on Saturday.

I decided that it sounded easier than trying to shave myself.

That first Friday evening the biggest frat had a party. I brought a 12-pack of sparkling water, still cold from the store, and people pointed me to the kitchen without asking who I was.

A chestnut-haired girl was excited to see the sparkling water "Nobody remembers to bring mixers!" she said, beaming.

I kept one for myself to drink. I wanted to hold off on alcohol until I had a handle on my classes.

In the main hallway, I recognized a couple of guys from the swim team meeting, but didn't get past "Hi".

A brunette with long, straight hair stopped me, and said she'd noticed that I dressed different.

I told her that I like tee shirts and flip-flops but everyone dressing the same is boring.

She asked if I was gay, and I told her I was bi. She asked if I'd been with both sexes, and I told her that for most of the past three years I'd had sex with a guy and a girl on most weekdays.

"No!"

"Yes. I'm not exaggerating. Frankly I miss those two something fierce."

She called to a guy down the hall from us, "Fritz! Get over here!".

Fritz was tall and lanky and already looked bored with her before she said anything.

I said, "Okay, that's Fritz. I'm Richard. What's your name?"

The brunette introduced herself as Cheryl.

She introduced me to Fritz, talking faster than I could follow. Fritz still looked bored with Cheryl.

Fritz backed up a bit to size me up. I felt like he was measuring me for a coffin in his head. He slowly sprouted a smile, then turned back to Cheryl.

I might as well have been drinking.

Five minutes later, we were in a room on the third floor that was furnished with nothing but a king-sized mattress and a fake-fur leopard blanket and mostly naked.

Mostly because Fritz and Cheryl insisted that I leave my Indian sandals on.

Naked, Fritz was still lanky plus he was now bony.

Cheryl was skinny but somehow didn't look healthy, or at least not athletic.

In another five minutes we were in a chain, where I was eating out Cheryl while Fritz gave me a blow job.

After Cheryl and I came, she and I teamed up to give Fritz a blowjob.

Fritz and I got dressed quietly. Cheryl didn't stop chattering, but I swear I don't know what she was talking about.

As we went down the stairs, I felt cold and it wasn't the air, in fact the Sigma house was warm with all the people in it.

My watch said it was only ten.

I'd been at this party for one hour and had met two strangers and had casual sex with them.

I don't remember kissing either of them. We sure didn't make out.

I went to the kitchen and got another sparkling water.

I still felt like I'd been drinking; I was perfectly sober and I felt fuzzy.

They liked my sandals. I should've sent them upstairs with my sandals and waited for them downstairs.

One of the other freshmen from the swim team came by with his girlfriend; they introduced themselves as Glenn and Hope.

I left the party pretty early; I hadn't wrapped my head around the next day's shaving effort and I wasn't going to get wise about it at a frat party.

The next morning I found the campus Gay-Straight alliance office and got the event calendars for that month and the following one.

I had a light lunch, and at 2pm I was at the hotel with my shaving kit. The junior took my $20 and pointed me to one of the room's that he'd reserved.

It five minutes till, but there were four of us in this twin-bed room. The junior that had brought us there showed us the clippers and electric razors, gave us the procedure and left to join the other three freshmen next door.

Eventually we stripped and one guy grabbed a set of clippers and grabbed the guy closest to him, sat him in a chair, and started buzzing the hair off of the guy's head. "You get to take my hair when I finish you", he said.

The two of us that hadn't started looked at each other. The other guy grabbed a chair and the second set of clippers, and I sat down. There was some pain, so I don't think that the clippers were very sharp. My hair was probably 2/3rds gone when the first pair of guys started doing some gymnastics with their chair to discover that clippers were useless with arm and leg hair, and then they became contortionists to use the clippers on pubic hair. I found it difficult to keep my head straight, and the comic value was softened by the knowledge that I was minutes away from the same fate.

In fifteen minutes the four of us had ugly bad buzz cuts on our heads and crotches. The follow-up with the electric shavers was less awkward and left us with some stubble and half-erections.

The slowest and messiest parts came with shaving gel and the razors we'd brought. We got some nicks on our shins, since we weren't experienced, and it took a long time but at the end we were smooth and hydrodynamic.

We took turns in the shower to rinse off the foam. Nobody wanted to talk but everybody was boned.

We cleaned up the chairs and the floor a little, on the grounds that we didn't hate the housekeeping, and that we had some manners.

We were sneaking peaks at each other's dicks, trying not to get caught and failing. Nobody was going soft.

We also had a new appearance being reflected from the big mirror, hairless on top and crotches clean as a baby's.

I knew something had to happen and I decided to start. "I'm bi. I've had a boy and girl as lovers in high school.

I'm not going to give three blowjobs and limp home, but I'll sixty-nine with whoever's willing, no strings attached."

The pause was just under 20 seconds.

"I'm game. Let's get this done!", said the guy that had cut my hair, and got his hair cut by me.

I found a spot to claim on one of the beds, and he joined me, our crotches in each other's faces.

No kissing or romance, just guys with hard-on's. I went straight to the task, finding out how far I could take his dick down my throat.

That was cool, but it wasn't going to get us all the way. I pulled my mouth off of him and started licking his shaft.

My new friend had started on my shaft and head. I didn't think that this was his first time, but I didn't say anything.

I moved up from his shaft to his head for a bit, and used one of my hands to grab an ass cheek while another cupped his balls.

He moaned, and took my head into his mouth.

I glanced at the other bed and saw that the other two freshmen were in the same position.

I worked my tongue over the shaft and started jerking his shaft with my hand. I felt like I was close, and I determined to get my new friend to come at close to the time that I did.

I took him to the back of his throat one more time, then backed off so that just the tip was in my mouth and I could take his load without much dribble.

He came then. Make that we came, because I was a couple of seconds after him.

I swallowed most of it, and kept him in my mouth till he was soft. He had pulled my dick out of his mouth soon after I came. When I sat up, I saw that his face was a mess.

I licked it clean, to his surprise, then he got brave and licked up the dribble from my face.

Our friends in the next bed were finishing as we dressed. Neither of them tried to swallow, so they had a mess to clean up.

I stole a quick kiss from my partner of the moment, and he smiled at that.

We walked back to the campus together but didn't really see each other outside of swim practice until six weeks later, when we needed our bodies shaved again. That time, it was just the two of us at the same hotel with a queen-sized bed.

Next: Chapter 2


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