Sae Action

WARNING: Following story contains depictions of male/male sex. This story is fictional and in no way reflects on the real institutions depicted.

This is an episodic series that I am writing and posting in parts. Any constructive criticism or feedback would be welcome. billdrake@hotmail.com. Thanks to all those who have written already.

SAE Action Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

SAE Action 1

I had wanted to do Jake for three months now, that is, ever since I pledged SAE here at UGA. He was 22, a junior, and had a massive body with large pecs and strong thighs. It was obvious he had been a jock at the private school he went to, as he still sported a closely cropped light brown flat-top and his neck was thicker and more muscular than most guys I'd seen around. However, his present reputation at the fraternity was not that of a jock-- though he certainly was an asset to any intramural team-- but rather that of the socialite. Not only did he bring home a different woman every night (there were plenty other guys in the house who could pull that feat), but in general he struck the perfect middle ground between slumming and style in everything he did-- dress, walk, speech, drinking, etc.

The reader may wonder at my obsessive fascination at this man. For one, I had just come out of high school and was barely eighteen. I had had sex with plenty of women before, but I began to realize that my fantasies turned increasingly to men, in particular to the studly men who walked about the house day after day. Furthermore, coming to college had removed many of the more puritan inhabitions that had plagued me earlier. No longer was drinking a major deal; it was a nightly occasion, one that brought me many a chance to feel up my brothers in the guise of drunken fraternal affection. Still, I was not yet confident enough to see if other guys harbored a lust after manflesh. Instead, I beat my meat every night fantasizing about rubbing cocks with one of the hunks of the house.

My first action came over thanksgiving break. Most of the guys had cleared out, except for three of us. My family was in Europe, so there was no point in me flying across the country to go home. My roommate Mark had to work (he was a waiter at a local restaurant-bar), and another guy Mike lived locally.

It was Wednesday night and I was leisurely jerking off in my room. I heard the front door of the house slam, so I shoved my dick back into my pants and pretended to be reading a magazine. In a minute, Mark entered the room, taking off his tie and crisp white button-down. "I got off work early," he said. "The boss's birthday was today so he gave all of us comp drinks and a shorter shift." He turned back from the dresser and now was wearing only a T-shirt stretched taut across his chest, and some khakis. He wound up his button-down and playfully snapped me with it. "So what have you been up to this afternoon, stud man? Not getting the hell out of Dodge?"

"Nah. I've just been dicking around." I liked Mark a lot when after he's been drinking; his mood was always more jovial. "Hell, let's get drunk tonight," he said, "We don't have class tomorrow." I was about to reply that that wouldn't stop me anyhow, but he was already out the door to get some Wild Turkey from the kitchen. He came back, waving the bottles and saying, Mark walked over and plopped his large build onto my bed. I asked him if I should get some glasses, but he said to screw that, and proceeded to undo the tops of the bottles. He took a swig from the whiskey, then handed the bottle to me. We alternated for a while, talking and kicking back, until we started buzzing pretty hard.

Mark leaned back against the wall after one swig. "Man, it's starting to get warm in here." He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a fine, slightly tan chest, which sported a few tufts of dark brown hair, mostly around the nipples and navel. He tossed the shirt in my face, laughed and collapsed back, onto where my thighs were resting on the bed. His shoulder landed against my crotch, and I felt my prick start to stir under its pressure. We continued to drink, and every time Mark would lift his arm for the bottle, my dick would get a good rubbing. That, and the drunkenness that was starting slowly to spread over me, made my meat hard under the fabric of my jeans. I knew that Mark knew what was going on, but he acted as if nothing was up. I wanted to force the situation to something, so I said I was warming up (I was) and pulled off my sweatshirt.

He leaned up over me (his back and chest were marvelously tanned) and reached for the whiskey bottle on the night stand next to me. He took a swill, lifting up his arm and giving a fine view of the tuft of dark brown hair underneath his large bicep. He placed the bottle back down and stared absently at my chest. "Nice pecs you got there," he said, "Looks like you've been working out a lot this semester." He then placed his hand on my chest and began rubbing the warm skin. I could feel my dick pushing up my jeans something hard and I had to control my breathing and act non-chalant. I still didn't know for sure what, if anything, he was up to. maybe he was just drunk and acting weird. I lifted up the bottle and took a big gulp of bourbon and felt the burning in my throat at the same time Mark's thick fingers were making my nipples harden. I was about to go insane, and it was apparent we were both getting sloshed, so I let my hand fall gently on his waist.

That apparently was the cue he had been waiting for, as he repositioned his knees next to mine and crawled on top of me. Both my hands crawled up the smooth muscles of his back. He lowered himself down and placed his lips onto mine. Our toungues darted out at each others and we were sucking face as if we'd not had sex in three years, tasting the alcohol on each other's breath and in each other's mouth. His stiffer was poking out against the fabric of his khakis and I could feel the hardness as he rubbed his crotch against mine. My hands were pulling all along his back, frantically holding his thick chest muscles next to mine. Suddenly, his mouth left mine and wandered across the side of my face and began to nibble and suck at my ear. My hands took advantage of the change and began to caress Mark's firm pecs and dark-brown nipples. A tuft of hair trailed down underneath his belt. My hands slid down to undo the fastener and remove his belt and pants. His legs automatically kicked them off the bed, and I had a full view of his strong, hairy legs, which I proceeded to run my fingers through. Mark now crawled back on top of me and resumed kissing me.

However, felt more than the fabric of his cotton boxers rub against my abdomen. His thick prick was poking out of his boxers and against my stomach, dragging its wet head through the hair that surrounded my navel. I pushed my hands down the small of his back, under the cloth of the undershorts and down his taut ass. After kneading the firm mounds a minute, I ventured to finger his asshole. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped and increased his thrusts. Sensing he was about to come, he pulled out of my grip and knealed up above me. His hands quickly undid my jeans and pulled them off my sweaty legs. He reached down and grabbed my hairy balls, fingering them until they were small, furry balls dangling from my stick. Mark took another swig of whiskey and collapsed back on top of me.

He began thrusting again and I thought I would go over the edge. The feel of his firm body over and against mine and of our slimy dicks rubbing against each other put me in ecstasy. Mark's forearms slid under my shoulders as he held me tight and begin humping me faster and harder. I couldn't believe I was doing my hunky roommate and that we were about to cream onto each other's torsos. The very thought pushed me over the edge and I threw my load between our heaving bellies. At pretty much the same moment, his jism launched in with mine. We humped for a minute more, until we couldn't take any more, then collapsed into each other, sticky with hot fratman sperm. I started to reach for something to wipe us off, but he said, "No, wait" and bent down and started licking the come off my chest. I took the clue and move around so I could lick the milk off him at the same time. I had never tasted come before and I loved it. It was salty and kinda sweet but I didn't know if that was because it was two guys' mixed together or not.

SAE 2

We finally got up off the bed. I put on my boxers and Mark slid on his khakis without any underwear. I loved the looking at his butt in the confines of his pants as he walked in front of me. I followed him into the kitchen and pulled a couple of Buds out of the fridge. "Where's Mike?" I asked, passing him a cold one.

"Oh, he went to Atlanta to get laid."

"Hell, he didn't have to drive seventy miles to do that."

"Don't tell me you had your horny eyes on more than one guy in the house." He nudged me lightly on the shoulder.

I pushed him back, "Fuck you, Williams. I bet you've popped a hard one thinking about scoring with one of the guys."

"No, just you," he said, turning the mock indignation quite serious. We began kissing again, and I could feel my tool rise again.

"Shit," he said as he broke our wet kiss. "I'm getting all hot again."

"I'm still horny as hell, myself," I replied.

"John, have you ever wanted to fuck a guy?" His hand slipped into my boxers and began to run up and down my shaft.

"What the fuck kind of question is that, dipshit?" I said, pushing his large build against the wall. I unsnapped his buttons and pulled down his pants. Mark's huge prick bounced up, fully recovered from its last copious load.

I ran my hand along his full meat. "Hey, from your buddy here, I would think you want some major cock up your ass." Mark lifted himself up onto the counter and spread his legs. I briefly filed through the cabinets until I came across a tub of crisco. I smeared some of the grease against his hole and began to wiggle my finger up it. Mark began moaning in pleasure and spread his thighs further apart. His prickflesh stuck out before my face, and I put out my tongue and began to lick the surface. I could taste the dried come and the saltiness of his skin. By now, I had two fingers full up his squirming ass.

I removed my fingers, stood up and pulled off my undershorts. Mark reached down and greased my stiff member. I began to fuck his lubed hand and almost got carried away, but remembered the true prize I wanted. Roughly, I pushed up Mark's thick thighs and shoved my dick against the entrance to his chute. A quick lunge and I was in and then buried to the hilt. We began fucking like crazy, me humping into him relentlessly and him lifting his butt off the counter and shoving himself onto and off of my thrusting pole. Apparently, I was hitting his prostate just right, as he started spewing a major load all over us, shouting in ecstasy. "You wanted this cock of mine bad, didn't you, bud?" I asked. Two seconds later I shot my cream up him and nearly passed out. I kept my meat up him as I leaned forward to kiss his waiting mouth.

"Fuck, John, I've been waiting so long to feel your cream up me."

We both laughed and finished our beers.

SAE 3

The next morning (afternoon really, but I was just waking up), I stumbled into the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal. Mark and Mike were both there, eating their breakfasts. Mark was all dressed up, khakis, shirt, tie, to go to work. Mike looked pretty dishevelled, as if he'd had a pretty long night. I placed my bowl down on the table and plopped my butt in the place next to his on the tablebench.

"So what time did you get in last night, there, Mike?" I teased.

"Ah, about four-thirty."

"That's early, I guess. Did you get you some in Hotlanta?"

"Yeah."

"Well--?" John prodded.

"Went to this bar and found some hot babe who wanted a good fucking. What did you fellas do, hang out here and dick each other?"

I was about to shit, but Mark knew how to play the game: "Nah, we knew you'd be jealous."

"In your dreams," Mike replied. Mark drank down the last bit of his coffee and announced he was off. We exchanged glares for a second and silently agreed that Mike was full of shit. Probably went home with some 6'2'' piece of manflesh whom he met at a queer bar. Sadly, we would never know the details.

Mark left. Mike was about done with his food, but he was in a chatty mood, so we started talking about nothing really. At one point in the conversation. His leg brushed against mine, only it didn't pull away. It just stayed pressed against mine. He was wearing only a pair of Umbros with white boxers showing from underneath. Just having woke up, I had my boxers on, and I hoped I didn't get hard or it would be kind of obvious. In any case, the hair on his thighs felt sexy rubbing up against mine.

Mike then dropped his fork. I don't know if it was an accident or not, but he bent down to reach it, propping his hand on my thigh. I knew he was looking for a signal but I was nervous I might be misreading him, so I just pressed my leg back against his and began rubbing back and forth. He got the clue and kept his hand there even after he sat back up. He kept talking like before, which I found so sexy. Mike really was cute, kinda short, but with a thick build and often a shadow on his face. He had deep blue eyes and light brown hair, which he usually kept under a baseball cap. I slid my hand over to his exposed thigh and began to caress it. He returned the action and began to concentrate his efforts further up my leg. He reached my boxers. "Boy, you have a hard one now, don't you?" My prick was poking out of the shorts, so he clasped his hand around it and started jacking it slowly.

Precome was drooling down my rod and down the back of Mike's muscled hand. "Let me get more comfortable," he said, standing up and shucking down his soccer shorts. Out popped his stiffening meat, which dangled from side to side as he moved about. "Why don't you make this thing feel good and hard?" he asked, pushing the lovely cock toward my face. I had not even fully noticed how big the thing was. It had yet to reach its full grandeur, but even now it stood a good seven inches high, with a thickness the size of a vacuum hose. I started to lick along the warm skin of the shaft, being a bit apprehensive of the task of sucking the bastard. However, Mike grabbed his prod and pointed it right into my mouth, forcing the jaws wide open as he steadily slid it in with his hip action. I could barely breathe much less think with this dickflesh filling up my mouth and throat but I do know I was in the throes of ecstasy blowing this hot stud. My arms and hands wandered up his backside, feeling his steeled legs and his smooth ass. After kneading his muscular mounds for a while, I ventured to work my finger up his ass. That must have triggered something, because he started breathing real hard and fucking my face like a motherfucker. If his sausage left me little breathing room before, it was about to choke me now. Fortunately, he was on the edge and within seconds, his mega-load blasted down my throat. I pulled back a little on his huge organ, as I continued to ride my mouth up and down its steel-hard length. Amazingly, his cream kept pouring into my mouth, giving me a mild-tasting treat for breakfast. Finally, his gyrations slowed to a stop and he pulled his plug from the suction of my mouth.

"Fuck, man, where did you learn to give head like that?" he said, wiping the sweat off his brow.

"Hell, I don't know," I replied. I was new to giving head-- as I was new to lots of things-- and it seemed I just did what I had to do. "Guess some guys are naturals."

"Man, get off of that hard bench." He lifted me up and pulled my body to his. Instantly our mouths met and our tongues rolled around, tasting the remains of the cum Mike had just shot into my mouth. My dick was poking up real hard now, now that I could feel the heat of Mike's muscular frame against me and his still-rigid, jism-moist cock poking into my stomach.

"Why don't we make it back to my room, so we can do some serious fucking?"

Once we got to his bedroom, Mike pulled me down with him on his bed and started thrusting his cock in to mine while he explored my face and neck with his mouth. He finally reached around and got a container of lube. "Here, man, grease me up" His dick was hard as stone, but it was so hot it the grease melted when it touched the cockskin. I was loving the feeling of just holding his manmeat in my hand, greasing it up for what I knew would be an assault on my ass. With one firm masculine movement, he pushed my legs back against my chest and positioned his cock at my hole. "Here it comes, my friend," he said, slipping the head past my tight sphincter. It was my first time to be fucked and the pain that I expected to feel didn't even measure to the warmth I felt as Mike's thick rod slid past some unseeable trigger in my bowels. Soon I was calling out to him to fuck me harder and faster. I had known Mike was athletic but the pace he kept shoving his prickmeat in and out. He was like a fucking rabbit who never got his fill, and we must have been going at it for nearly a half hour, me thrusting my newly conquered ass down on his dick, him putting his whole body into fucking his frat brother silly. I reached around with my hand and plugged my finger up his ass. He hissed with his breathing and began to really go at it. When he grabbed my drooling cock and started frigging it, I knew we were in for landing. Everywhere jism started flying between us, on our faces, on our necks, between our heaving chests. At the same time, I felt a torrential load of hot sperm inject into my ass, spewing out as his hardon still pistoned in and out of my spent hole. We eventually slowed our rutting down to a halt and lay there like limp but satisfied. Mike's mouth met mine and we began to kiss passionately. I didn't know what love between men would be like and didn't know if what I felt toward Mike was love, but there with our mouths interlocked and our spermy chests and abdomens rubbing and his limp cock still dribbling in my ass, I knew I had a bond than was stronger than I had felt before.

SAE 4

It was the party after that break, and people were going at it pretty hard. By 11:00, I was already pretty trashed, but the party was nowhere near dying out. I had decided to go out and get some breathing room, have a smoke, get away from the noise of the band for a minute. So I took my beer and headed outside. It was against some fucking university policy for us to take beer out of the house, but I was too drunk to care, and besides I knew that Pete Bailley was doing security tonight, and he was generally pretty cool about things. I lit up a Camel and walked over to Pete. "Hey Pete, how's it goin'? Want some beer?" I asked offering my clear plastic cup to him. "Nah, bud, I'm on duty you know." It was something about his smile and my drunkenness, but all of a sudden I realized that this guy who was standing before me and who I had barely noticed before, was really a stud. Even in the cheap polyester blue uniform, he really packed a good body with thick muscles yet still svelte. I felt my johnson working his way up in my jeans, so I took another swig of beer and thought of how I was going to get this fella in the sack with me. "Well, when are you off duty. Maybe you'ld like to share a beer with me then?" Pete laughed and replied, "Hell, if you can wait for me, I'm done in a half an hour. Then we could do whatever you want, bud." His eyes were looking directly into mine now: the bastard knew what I was up to, didn't he? "Whatever. That's sounds great," I mumbled. In a gesture of drunken camaraderie, I put my arm around Pete's muscular shoulder and leaned my weight against his frame, my right hand holding both my cigarette and my drink. "Pete, man, you're the greatest. Did I ever tell you that?" "Nah, you didn't have to. I know already." He started laughing in that sexy way of his. He was obviously getting a kick out of this drunken frat jock shamelessly coming on to him and spouting shit from his mouth. But I kept rambling on and on and Pete would humor me, talking about his buddies and what he liked to do on his time off.

So a half hour passed and we decided to go back into the house. I went to the fridge and got Pete a beer and I thought I would get off right then and there looking at his massive frame. I put my hand on his shoulder: "Let's go hang out in my room," I said, "It's quieter there." So I led him past the party, which was still raging on. Once we got in my room, he shut the door and walked up to me, planting his lips firmly on mine. His tongue explored my mouth and battled against mine. Meanwhile, our hands were all over each others' bodies, groping and trying to remove each others' clothes. Finally, I pulled from the kiss and stepped back enough to let me unbutton his uniform shirt, which revealed a warm, bare chest. I removed his belt and proceeded to unbutton and pull down his trousers. Again, there was no underwear, and a fat, long prick popped its way up to meet my hand. I began jacking the fucker off; Pete justed moaned as we resumed our kiss. I could feel drips of moisture at that hot, engorged fleshtip, but then Pete removed my hand and quickly pulled off my clothes. He pushed me back on my bed and fell forward on top of me. The heat of his muscles and the hardness of his cock drove me to rage. I began writhing beneath his firm body and his fervent kiss. "Man, you want it bad, don't you?" he asked. "What?" I asked, almost unconsciously. "You want my meat up your ass something bad, don't you frat boy?" "As much as you want this ass," I said, gripping his boner full in my hand. With my other hand, I reached around to find some lube, then greased up the piece of meat in my hand. We wasted no time. He pushed my legs up and began working that cock up me. I had not had anything that large up me before, and I was struggling to accommodate it. Fortunately, he gave me enough time to adjust my ass to him, before he bagan his firm thrusts. I could feel his chest and back muscles getting all hot and sweat-covered as he was obviously enjoying the fuck he was getting. Myself, I was getting harder than I had been in the longest time, and his rod was hitting my prostate just the right way. As Pete was pulling in and out like a steam piston, an immense pleasure began building up in my ass and spreading over every inch of my body. I shot out jet after jet of cum onto Pete and my self. This just drove Pete madder and he began pumping into me harder than before. I loved feeling his muscles flexing as he worked in and out of me and wondered if I would come again at the rate he was going. Just then, he launched a major load into me, working his staff up as far as it would go. Pete leaned over and kiss me with an intense passsion, then pulled out of my spent ass. Silently, he got up and put on his uniform matter-of-factly. He seemed about out the door, but he walked back over to the bed, reached down and scribbled down his number. He bent down and gave me another lust-driven kiss, then broke it with his words, "Thanks man, that was great. If you're ever needing some dick, let me know." He left me there, naked, cum-drenched, and still hard.

SAE 5

I got up, wiped myself off, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and wandered back into the party. I ran into Mark; he was chatting up one of the fellows from another fraternity in hopes of getting him in the sack. Mark introduced him: Craig, a Kappa Sig-er and fucking gorgeous the man was. Smooth, bulging biceps and tree trunks for legs. And by the dick that was snaking down the guy's shorts, I knew Mark would have no problem. But I needed some relief right then, and I knew I wasn't gonna get it from my roommate. So I excused myself (no need, the two were engrossed with each other and ignoring me before I left) and thought I'd try to find Mike. As I turned the corner to go up the stairs, I bumped into this guy I hadn't seen before-- tall and built, with a slight subble and rough masculine face. I never met anyone so friendly and apologetic (the thick Virginia accent was making me harder) and it was apparent he was much drunker than even I was. Best thing, neither of us bothered to step back from the other. This fellow's hand (still didn't know his name) reached up to rub my nipples through the thin cotton of my T-shirt and his face came toward mine in a kiss. I still don't know how this was happening, but I was getting into it. "Hey stud," the sexy man said into my mouth as his tongue pulled out just long enough to speak, "I've got a big load of cream just waiting for your cocksucking ass. Think you can handle a man like me?" "Yeah, besides I owe you an apology for bumping into you." "Apologies accepted." We stumbled up to my room, and as I opened the door, I noticed someone else in the room. "Mike" I said as I turned on the light. "Hell, John, looks like you don't waste time. What's his name?" I looked at the man who already had started groping at my crotch. "Hell I don't know." "Alan," the man said. "Why don't you join in?" I asked Mike. Mike broke out in a big grin and laughed. "Fuck, you don't think I had that in mind coming up here? I saw you two downstairs." Alan walked into the room and said, "How the hell did I end up with two of the hottest hunks on campus?" Mike just walked up to the guy, who was a good eight inches taller, and started unbuckling his belt and lowering his pants. When Alan's erect meat popped out, Mike was down sucking in the entire manshaft into his mouth, giving some expert head on our new friend's dick. I was getting hotter than hell watching. I had only seen Mike's butch side before and had no clue about his willingness, much less ability, to suck cock. Particularly a cock the proportions of Alan's. The fucker had to be nearly 12 inches and, while not too terribly thick, was round enough to choke the best headgivers. I knew I had to join in so I got behind and pulled Alan's taut butt cheeks apart and began rimming like no tomorrow. Alan began moaning and calling out and I thought he was going to cum but Mike slowed up and pulled off the man's horse dick. He guided the tall man's build to the floor and crawled over him in a 69 position. Alan began taking down Mike's more modest, but still sizeable cock and Mike resumed his expert head on the footlong rod, pulling up Alan's thick thighs to give me access to the tender asshole I'd been eating out. Apparently I was doing something right, because Alan's muscular body began shuddering and I could hear Mike groaning trying to suck down all the jism being deposited in his throat. When Mike came up for air, he gave four quick grunts then held his hips firm over Alan's stubbled face, throwing his wad deep down the hunk's throat.

When Mike came to he looked down at Alan and saw the man had fallen straight into a drunken sleep on the floor. "Good, now we can get to some serious action." With that, he bent over the bed and offered his ass for my inspection. "Say, soldier, see what your tongue can do with this ass." It was a beautiful ass-- hottest ass on campus, I'd say-- so I didn't have to hesitate before getting on my knees behind him and licking his crack and hole with every trick I knew. He was moaning and flailing, but managed to collect himself to pull up briefly. "Hold on there, I have an idea." Mike positioned himself on all fours and again offered his fine ass. "All right, go at it, bud," he said, and in two seconds flat, I had him squirming at the gates of ecstasy again. This time he took his steel-like rod in his hand and began pounding like a motherfucker. Hot jism shot out everywhere and I continued tonguing his taut ass until he recovered. "OK, man, I think it's wet enough for your big dick. Just one more thing..." He craned around and took my hardon in his warm mouth. I thought I'd shoot, but he he stopped and again faced away. "Fuck me, brother." I stuck it to him good, just like he'd done to me the other weekend. It was then that I knew Mike was really no different than me. Hell, he acted the total jock and had the body to match, but when it came to mansex, he liked giving and taking as much as any guy. But feeling the full build of this stud beneath me and feeling the warmth of his ass as I pistoned in and out, I began shooting wad after wad of pure grade-A SAE cum into my friend Mike. I pulled out, and Mike and I drifted asleep kissing each other deeply, my fingers prodding his still loose hole and smearing the fuckcream I'd deposited.

The next morning I woke up to the sight of Mike's smooth, muscular back. I had a morning hard-on like nothing and my legs felt good rubbing up against the hair on Mike's poweful calves. I reached out and began to rub gently along the well-defined lats and delts. Occasionally I would venture down to the firm, compact butt of his and explore, moving a hand to his front to find that yes, he had a straining morning erection as well. I began jacking the firm shaft, but the guy still showed little sign of waking. He would grunt a little and thrust his legs around, but he was in one deep sleep. I considered fucking his sweet frat ass again but just then I felt something, someone touch my back. I turned around and was met by a pair of lips firmly on mine, sucking my tongue in and out and giving me one of the best kisses I'd had. Shit, I'd forgotten about Alan, and I at first assumed that it was his tongue I was tasting. But the prick poking into my side wasn't quite the hung dimensions of Alan's tubesteak and the fella's muscles were even more developed than Alan or most of the guys I knew in the house. Jesus, this fucker is hot, I thought, and pulled back to see who my fabulous new partner was. It was Craig, who smiled and whispered, "Hey beautiful, I've been wanting to fuck you since last night at the party." Then I realized that Mark (sleeping soundly on the other bed) had brought this hunk back for a hot roll in the sack, and now his trick was inserting his knotty, muscular fingers up my ass. I began loosening up immediately and my hot cock was dripping precum all over the sheets. After a minute or so, Craig put his dickhead at the entrance to my hole and speared his way up my rectum. He began a slow and deliberate fuck, but gradually worked up into a full on ass-plowing, which set my ass on firing, touching off those sparks which made my prick bounce up and down without my touching it. As Craig gave heavy, quick grunts in my ear, though, I felt a tightness on my cockhead. Mike was awake now and was backing his tight ass down on my primed meat. He turned his head around and said "Fuck me, my man" I told him how great his ass was, that I liked fucking him, giving him the man meat he was craving. All this sex talk was getting Craig worked up, and with a few hard thrusts he fired countless jets of spunk into my well-worn guts. A second later, I was firing into Mike's waiting butt, bouncing my piston in and out of the tight chute. We lay there a moment and I felt in heaven sandwiched between these two jocks for men. I think it was the noise of rutting that snapped us out of our torpor, and when we looked up, we saw, Mark lying back, legs spread, taking Alan's equipment up his butt. Within a minute, Alan was pumping hard, injecting his morning load into Mark. When Alan collapsed back on the bed, Mike walked over and climbed on top of him. "OK, butch guy, you're going to get the fucking of your life right now." With that, Mike just lifted Alan's unresisting thighs and piledrived his fat prick up Alan's tight asshole. We were all getting off watching the royal fucking Mike was giving this mysterious stud (I still hadn't had my turn with him, but I was sure I'd have the chance). As my dick started to climb up again, Craig bent down to give a leisurely suck. We were exhausted but managed to fuck and suck the whole day away.

SAE 6

We were driving along and I put my hand on his leg. I loved the feel of his thighs; they're quite strong and hairy. I began rubbing up and down the length of the smooth muscle. "You're eager to start, aren't you, guy?" "Hell yeah. I hope you've saved up enough cum for me this morning." "Don't worry, I got mansized balls for all the action you can take." By this point, I'd worked my hand up Mike's shorts and was feeling his quite hairy, indeed mansized balls. "Shit, that feels good. You're going to mess up my driving if you keep that up." "Good idea," I laughed and reached down to unzip his shorts and pull out his mammoth erection. Almost instantly I swooped down and enveloped it in his mouth and began a good rhythm on it. Immediately his cock swelled up to an even bigger, firmer size in my mouth. I was glad Mike was able to keep his eyes on the road (at least I assume he did- mine were worshipping his prick), though I could feel us driving faster the closer I was to getting him off. Finally, I felt his hand run through my hair and push my head down on his cock, then back off, faster and faster as hot spunk began jetting into my mouth. I had really fallen in love with the taste of Mike's sperm: at night we would usually fuck, but every free moment during the day I was on my knees sucking his big fuckstick. Sometimes he took me off guard and demanded to suck me off.

That day we were driving up to the mountains to go camping for the weekend. The weather was remarkably warm, even spring-like for early December and we were determined to take advantage of it. I was pretty excited, not only by the prospect of nature and getting away from campus for a little while, but by the loads of sex I knew was in store. I had been hornier than usual lately for some reason, and by the constant boner that Mike carried around, I suspected the same with him. Maybe that end-of-semester crunch was sending our libidos into overdrive.

We pulled into the national park and began the short hike up to the campsite. I'm following behind and can't take my eyes of Mike's firm butt. At several rest points, Mike and I began to kiss, and me and my dick were beginning to think relief is at hand, until Mike whispered, "Let's save it for later, huh, buddy?"and began hiking up again.

Finally in the early evening we got to the campsite and set up tent. I started building a fire and Mike went to find some spring water for cooking and drinking. I started to remind him that we brought along plenty of liquor to drink, but he just called me a lush with a deep laugh and goes down into the woods. By seven o' clock, I was so horny, I just had to sit down and pull out my aching cock. It was unusual for me to have to go all day without dumping a load, maybe four, and seeing Mike's sexy bod all day hadn't helped matters. I was getting a good rhythm on my bone when Mike finally returned. "Couldn't wait for me, could you? Well, don't worry, lover boy is back." Quickly, he undid his belt and his shorts, letting them fall to the ground. His prick snaked forward and bounced a bit as he pulled his T-shirt off over his bulging chest and arms. Man, how was a horny fella like me supposed to hold back with a stud body like that in front of me? I craned up and began taking his warm meat down my throat. I had intended taking a sweet load of his down like that morning, but Mike had other plans. After only a minute of my sucking (enough to get his fuckstick fully hard and dripping), he pulled my shoulders away and proceded to sit down in my lap. On my rockhard cock. I was concerned that he'd need to be lubed up, but he slid down like a pro. "Jesus," he hissed as the last bit of my cock squeezed into his tight hole. "Yeah, you're fucking tight," I said and slowly began my methodical in and out thrust. It took Mike a minute to accomodate himself to the thrusting pole, but in a short time he was bucking wildly on my lap in order to fuck my meat harder and deeper up his ass and to rub his inner button just right. "AArrgh, FUCK!" he cried as volleys of boiling white cum jetted out his engorged cock onto my hard chest and abs. I bucked my fuckstick a couple of times up his spasming ass and let loose with my own load. I was glad we had waited to fuck. Even though I had wanted to cum all day, so I must have dropped something like a gallon of sperm up him. And on my torso was a glorious sheet of Mike's sweet seed. Exhausted, we crawled into the tent to go to sleep, but I never pulled my dick from its new home.

SAE 7

The next morning, I woke up first and walked out to greet the morning sun and fresh air. That's not all that greeted me. "Good morning!" a voice cried in the distance. It came from a man on a horse coming up the path a good ways away. It took me a minute to realize it was a park ranger. He rode up toward our site and before I was fully awake was just yards away. "Don't bother with much clothing, do you fella?" It was then I realized that here I was standing butt naked in the woods, with a park ranger looking down on me. And worse, I still had the remnant of my morning hardon poking out from my belly. I was scared shitless and couldn't speak. The ranger must have understood the horror I was experiencing, because as he was dismounting and tying up his horse, he said, "Chill, man, I don't care what you do out here. Hell, I'm the only one else around for miles." With that he turned around with a big smile, and his hand casually groped his crotch. I gulped and looked down. He had a good size bulge in his khakhi uniform and his tube seemed to grow by the minute as his hand massaged it. "Besides, I..." He stepped up closer to me, still rubbing his cock through his pants, staring me with his light brown eyes. "I think I found someone willing to help out a horny ranger in need." Suddenly both of his firm hands carressed and gripped my butt and his lips envelopped my mouth. My dick was cranking up hard now. Silently, I pulled this beefy stud toward me and began running my hand through his thin brown hair. He unzipped his pants and pulled out some nine inches of firm meat. The big stick of cockflesh rubbed along my own aching dick. "So fuckin' hot..." he panted, licking my lips and kneading my hard pecs. Now my hands worked their way down this guy's brawny back, and down into his ass crevice. With both hands I worked his ass cheeks and played with his elastic hole. "Shit!" he gasped. "Gonna fuckin' come..." His dick-caresses picked up pace into a full-throttle thrust. I wasn't feeling bad myself and probably would have unloaded had my new friend kept up his cockrub a minute longer. As it was a heavy, warm spray of park ranger jism hit me square in the crotch, coating my prick, my balls, my pubic hair in a sticky sperm bath.

We both caught our breath. The ranger then stepped back a bit and laughed. "Hell, don't won't to get my uniform all messed up, do I?" He began methodically removing his uniform shirt and pants and soon was completely and gloriously nude before my eyes. This man had one hot body! Pecs that stuck out in mounds of firm knotted muscle, a stomach that was hard-looking and covered in a patch of downy hair. Before I could take in all of the sight, though, this fine fellow turned around and was bending over. "Do you think you could take care of this ass?" My rod was aching by this point, and with the lube job this guy's semen had given it, I knew it wouldn't take that much to get my prick up that chute. So I walked up to his upturned ass and mounted him. The guy knew how to fuck, and he would meet each of my thrusts with backthrusts of his own. It seemed as if that ass couldn't get enough cock. I wanted to keep on plowing it, but I was too horny to fuck long without coming. In minutes, I was gushing my own seed up his bowels, as his ass muscles milked my stalk of its morning cream.

"Well, John, what have we here?" It was Mike, of course, stepping out of his tent with his morning hard-on. I had completely forgotten about him with this fine specimen of muscle offering himself to me. "Morning, Mike. It seems this park ranger was wanting to check on us for more than regulations." "Mike laughed and stroked his boner, "Maybe he wants to work his ass on this." The ranger pulled his ass off my softening prick and turned to Mike. "Go to it, man. If you're nearly as good as your friend here, I'm in for a treat." Mike came up behind the stud man and mounted him good fucking another two loads from the fellow's beeftube before depositing his own man juice up the guy.

It was pretty late that night before we got back to the house, but with a day of fun with our new friend, we couldn't say it wasn't worth a little night driving.

SAE 8

"Yeah?" answered the voice on the phone. "Hey Pete," I replied, "It's John. You know, the guy from the SAE house" The voice laughed. "Yeah stud, I remember. I figured you'd be calling soon. I could tell that last reaming wasn't enough for you." I had a hard-on like nothing else at that moment. "Hell, you're right about that. Do you think we could get some action on sometime soon?" "You seem to be chomping at the bit. Your brothers not putting out for you?" "The fuckers are all studying for finals. Haven't had a lay in four days." "Well, you'll be good and horny when I fuck you, won't you? A few of us other officers get together pretty regularly for poker. How bout you coming to join us?" "Uh, sure," I said, a bit confused as to why he was inviting me to poker. "Don't worry, stud. There'll be plenty of dick in it for you. Be at my place at 8 o clock" He gave the address, then the phone clicked dead.

Near the time, I threw on some plaid shorts over my raging hardon and a slightly big T-shirt. I don't think I even bothered with a belt. I slipped on some sandals and was on my way to his place. I rang the bell and was greeted at the door not by Pete but by an even more muscular man, dressed in police uniform, with a tan face whose muscled jaw was giving me the sexiest smile. "Hi there," the man said, shaking my hand with his extra-strong grip. "You must be John. I'm Officer Drake, but you can call me Michael." He had meant his introduction to be tongue-in-cheek but I was too stunned by this rack of manmeat standing in front of me, still shaking my hand, still giving me that sexy smile, that I didn't register the humor. Nor did I notice that two other men were standing behing him in the doorway, also policemen and fine specimens themselves. "Oh, I'm being selfish," Drake said, "Let me introduce you to my buddies. "This Sargeant Andrew Mitchell and Officer Kevin Lansing. Oh, and you know Pete already. He's stashing the fridge with beer right now."

I couldn't believe it, here I was in the company of three, no four, of the sexiest men I could hope for. Somehow I had never remembered policemen to be this sexy. Mostly I encountered them when they tried to catch me or my friends burning down and they mostly seemed old and unappealing. Not these guys. They couldn't be more than thirty and didn't seem to be carrying anything on them but pure muscle. If I had a boner of steel driving over, now I was leaking precum and a spot was forming on my shorts that I was afraid was too obvious. After the introductions, we went into the kitchen, where Pete was. "Hey John, glad you could make it. You all grab a beer and we can head on into the dining room." We all popped one open and slowly filed into the dining room. I was second to last could feel Drake walking close, very close behind me. I was tempted to stop so my butt could feel if the man was throwing a rod, but I thought that'd be too obvious. Just then, Drake's mouth leaned down to my ear and whispered. "You're the sexiest fucking stud I've ever met, you know that?" I didn't turn around or say anything, but just reached around with my free hand and squeezed his cock through the cloth of the uniform. We all sat down at the table and Andrew began to deal the cards. "I must say I didn't bring much money on me, " I said. "Don't worry," said Kevin, "We don't play for those kind of stakes." I didn't need to ask what stakes they played for. I just smile back and said, "Hell, that's good. I have plenty of the other stuff to offer." At which point Drake began laughing, leading the other guys to laughter. "All right, all right" Pete said, "Let's get to playing." I knew that even with good playing and good luck, I'd be wearing nothing in minutes; these guys were wearing full uniform after all and I had on only a few measly articles of clothing. And indeed I lost the first hand. I removed my shirt, to which the guys applauded and hooted. I could have removed one of my sandals first, but I am rather proud of my well-built chest, so I figured why not show it off. Andrew lost next and took off his left shoe. It was Drake's turn, then. He looked over my way with a lascivious look and said, "I'm going to follow John-boy's lead here," and removed his uniform shirt. His tie was still on, so it took some finagling, but as he unbuttoned the blue shirt, we could see that he had no T-shirt on. So his tan and massive chest was bare to us except for a black tie. The next turns revealed no flesh: Pete's belt, my right sandal, Kevin's tie, Andrew's other shoe, my other sandal, Drake's belt. Kevin next removed his uniform shirt to reveal a tightly-stretched T-shirt covering his torso. I lost again, and was left only with my shorts on, so I stood up and pulled them down, showing my stiff cock to the fellows. Pete chided me jokingly about losing, and I tossed the shorts in his face. The other fellows laughed and I sat back down. Andrew lost and continued his conservative playing, removing a sock. Drake then lost and instead of a shoe or his tie, he unzipped his uniform pants and shucked them down past his ankles and over his shoes. He had no underwear on, so when he stood up he was wearing only his tie, his socks, his shoes, and a big fucking cock. This stud was blowing me away: besides having (like myself) nothing on under his clothes, he was eager to show himself and match my pace in the game. When he sat down he glanced over my way and stroked his prick suggestively. When I checked to make sure the other fellows weren't looking, I did the same. Kevin lost the next couple of hands, and we were rewarded with a view of his fine pecs and abs. Pete then lost and removed his pants; he was wearing white boxers now in addition to the blue uniform shirt. Andrew then removed a sock, then Pete unbuttoned his shirt to show his white T underneath. I lost again, and Pete burst out in glee, "I beleive I'm ahead, so I get to tell you what to do, frat boy." Pete nodded his head in Drake's direction and said, "Rim Officer Drake's ass, stud man." I didn't hesitate. Drake stood up and bent over the chair's back. I put my hands on his ass and pulled the muscle cheeks apart. Before me was the cleanest, most tantalizing asshole. I began be licking, sort of shyly, along the crack. Drake began to moan a little, so I thought I'd get him really worked up. I began to stick my tongue up past the tightness of his sphincter and way up into his ass. The ass ring clenched tightly at it, but I continued to push my tongue up into his depths untilI was sure it was as far as it would go. I wiggled it around to see if I could find his prostate, and apparently I did because Drake's butch ass began squirming below me and I heard him shout expletives of pleasure. i furthered my attack, circling my tongue around, then darting it in and out of the hole. My hands could feel the spasms shooting through Drake's muscular frame, and his ass clenched even further. "Jesus," he shouted, "Dude's making me.... come. Oh shit!" I could believe my rim job was driving this hunk over the edge, but the very thought was about to send me off, or it would have had there been anything on my cock. But Drake didn't need any thing. I reached my hand around to feel if any cum was going to spurt and it got covered in a fountain of hot man sperm. "Fuck yeah," said one of the other fellows, maybe Kevin. Drake and I recovered our senses, and as I was licking the sweet-tasting come off my hand (with Drake staring that sexy stare at me, breathing hard and licking his lips), Pete started the next deal. The game continued until all the other guys were nude, except Andrew, who still wore some checked boxers. Drake, it figured, would be the next to lose. "All right, Michael," Andrew commanded. "Go over and give John a good fuck." By this point I realized that I had been set up to be Michael's piece of fraternity ass for the evening, but I didn't mind. Officer Drake eased up behind me and stuffed all 10 thick inches of copmeat up my ass. I was still randy from rimming the cop's ass, and wondered how much longer I would last before shooting four days' worth of cum all over the place, but Drake started off slow and easy before working up to a full throttle fuck. His dick was still covered in come, so I had enough lubrication to take the monster. Amazingly, the rod was no less stiff for having shot a wad just fifteen minutes earlier. I took a look over and the others were no longer watching us. Pete was on his knees taking in the Sargeant's meaty cock, while Kevin was stuffing his prick up Pete's tight rear. Drake's voice brought me back to reality. "Man, I've been waiting all night to pump your ass, guy. Pete told me you were one horny stud but I never knew an ass could be this good." I was gasping in ecstasy, but I managed to say. "Nothing makes me hornier than a hung hunk. You can have this ass any fucking time you want." At that, I began to come a megaload and apparently my ass contractions were driving this police-corps fucking machine over the edge. Drake began humping me harder than ever, clenched his teeth and said in a low grumble, "Take this load, you jock slut." Suddenly his hips locked, his dick way up in me and I could feel shot after shot of officer cum fill my ass. My dick spurt a few more times, and when I regained consciousness a few seconds later, the five of us were sprawled on the dining room floor, all covered in come.

After we got dressed, Pete told me come back tomorrow, Saturday. They were going to watch a football game and hang out for the day. "Maybe the whole weekend," Kevin added, laughing. "Don't worry guys," I said, "nothing could stop me from making it." "I'll say," quipped Andrew, picking up on the double entendre I'd missed. Drake showed me to the door, and as we were about to say goodbye, he pulled me up to his frame and planted a long kiss on my mouth. our tongues fought for a while, and our shaved skin rubbed together, then we pulled apart. "Can't wait til tomorrow," he said in his low deep voice, "I want to get better acquainted with that fine ass of yours." His hands cupped my ass cheeks through my shorts. I thrust my crotch into his and could feel a beleagered but still large half erection in his pants. "Just be sure to bring your ten-inch friend," I said. We kissed again, then went our separate ways.

After a good night's rest, I reached Pete's house about 11 o clock. I wore only a pair of shorts. Pete answered the door, wearing T-shirt and shorts. his hairy and strong thighs showed well in the morning sun. "Hey John, come in." Pete shut the door and turned around to kiss me. We locked mouths for a minute, then Pete said, "We didn't get a chance to fuck last night, but I thought you were great. We may have to catch up." "Fine with me. Are any of the fellow here yet?" "Yeah, Kevin, Michael, and this guy Bob who wasn't here last night. They're in the living room watching TV. Grab a beer and join them. I walked in and the three of them were sitting there. They looked sexier, if possible, in casual wear than in uniform. I sat on the couch between Kevin and Michael. Bob was sitting in an easy chair closer to the TV. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Bob," he said extending his hand to shake. "I'm John" I replied and sat back down. We all watched the game for an hour or so, and the beer was starting to get to me. After coming back from a piss, I was sitting and Michael put rested his hand on my right knee. I looked at him. He smiled a bit but stared straight ahead at the TV. "So John," Kevin asked, "Did you have fun last night?" "Hell, yeah. You fellows know a good time." You should join us on a regular basis." "Sure" I could feel Kevin's stare eyeing me up, looking all over my chest. With Drake's hand on my knee, my rod was staring to crank up in my shorts. Kevin continued, "I bet you guys see a lot of fucking in a frat house." "Yeah, I get my share of action. Only now, the other guys are leaving for the break. That kind of sucks, really." "No need to worry, man. We're a bunch of horny motherfuckers always on the make for action. Which do you like better: fucking or getting fucked?" "I take to both equally well." Kevin leaned over and whispered to my ear: "I want your cock in me sometime this afternoon, bud." Then he fucked his tongue in and out of my ear before drawing back. "What secrets are you telling over there, Kevin?" Bob asked. "Just telling John here what good head you give." "Fuck" he laughed. We went back to watching TV for a while, then I got up to get another beer. When I turned around from the fridge, I saw that Drake had followed me. "Finally," he said, drawing me into a fervent kiss. My hands reached down and unzipped his shorts, pulling out his huge erection. "No underwear, again." I whispered, "I like your style." He smiled into my eyes then said only, "Suck it." I went down on my knees and began to worship the 10-inch rod. slowly, I began to suck it, then developed a good pace on. Drake's strong hands gripped my head and he began to fuck quick short thrusts into my open mouth. My hands went around to knead his asscheeks as they fucked ten prime inches of cop dick down my throat. "Fuck," he whispered and pulled back enough to spray my tonsils with sticky manjuice. Drake pulled out his tubesteak and pulled up his shorts. I tried to catch my breath and swallow all the jism in my mouth. He looked down on me. "Did anyone ever tell you you give incredible head?" "Yeah." I said. Drake laughed and took his beer back into the living room. I returned and saw that they had rearranged position. Pete, Bob, and Drake were now on the couch, and Kevin sat alone on the love seat. I joined Kevin, who smirked and said, "Hey John, you've been gone a while." "Yeah," I said, "I went to find something to eat in the kitchen." "I'm a bit hungry myself," said Kevin. We watched what was now the end of the third quarter, and about fifteen minutes into the game, Kevin's hand brushed up against my leg. I pretended to be paying attention to the game, but my cock was getting all excited. Kevin continued rubbing my leg. I looked over to the other guys. They weren't paying attention, just drinking, watching the tube. I could feel the warm, muscular hand working its way up my thigh. It reached up my shorts and rubbed my hairy balls. My body tensed in anticipation but I didn't make a sound or move my head away from the TV. Just then, The hand maneuvered its way out of my shorts then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulling out my long, hard cock. Kevin's large thumb took the bead of precum from the tip and smeared it all over my dickhead. He then stood up and kneeled before me, taking all of my length in his warm throat. I thought I'd cum then, seeing this beefy hunk sucking me down, eating my meat like he had been waiting to do it for months. He had me shooting my wad in a matter of seconds and continued milking my fuckstick. He then stood up and turned around, removing his clothes. He lowered his ass to my face, and i took his invitation to rim him. I tried all the tricks I used on Michael the previous evening, and it seemed to work. In no time, I had him writhing in front of me and calling out my name. Abruptly, he pulled himself away and lowered his slickened ass over my still erect cock. The effect was heavenly, and I was beyond caring about endurance. I gave a mean, short fuck, then spurted my ammunition up his tight policeman ass. By this time, we had all removed our clothes and were going full at it. Pete came up and offered his ass to me, so I began to plow him, even as Drake's thick fingers were opening me up for a good ass fucking. Nothing I had experience felt so good as being sandwiched between those two pieces of beef, getting my rocks of in Pete's ass for the first time and getting fucked by the largest prong I had taken since Alan had given me a full mansized fucking. Meanwhile, Kevin had mounted Bob's ass and was riding him good. We lasted a bit longer this time, but after we all shot, we were a bunch of spent manmeat lying around in the nude drinking beer and watching TV. We ate some, and watched more football. By the end of the game, I was feeling a buzz. Pete walked over and put a porn tape in, and with the first scene, you could see all of the limp dicks rising in unison. Now I was sitting by Michael again, and we began making out leisurely, rubbing dicks and sucking face. "You know, John," Michael said, "I really love you. I want you to shove your dick up my ass." He didn't have to twist my arm. I simply moved up on top of him and pulled his thighs up. I gave him a rimming to top the one I had given him the night before. And when his ass was all wet and open, I positioned my prick at the hole and plowed my way to bliss. I must have been doing him right, too, because he was wimpering my name and telling me not to stop, how he wanted my fratdick up his ass forever and how I was such a horny stud. I felt something wet against my asshole and looked back to see Kevin's face buried in my crack. I was feeling fine, and in a minute, I gave Drake the mancream he was begging for.

SAE Action part 9 (mm, coll)

It was early Saturday evening and I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders; they began to message them and I turned around. Mike was standing above me, smiling down. "Hey gorgeous," he said, "What do you say you and I go to the city and get ourselves laid tonight?" "Only if you let me have a go at that big cock of yours," I replied. He just laughed, hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to reveal his long, thick prick, which bounced side to side in front of my eyes as it grew to full size. I repositioned myself on the couch and began sucking away. I began thrusting my middle finger up his asshole, working over his inner spot really good, and within minutes he was geysering a load down my waiting gullet. As he came down from his orgasmic high, he looked down and mussed my hair with his hand. "You know," he said, "you really are a fucking amazing cocksucker." I laughed and proceeded to lick off the remaining sperm oozing out of his tip.

Later, we were standing around this Atlanta bar, and it was definitely an "on" night. Most of the men there were fucking hot. We finally spotted a group of gorgeous guys who looked like baseball jocks, with a meaty build, a hint of a beer belly, tree-trunk thighs and even more amazing biceps. From across the bar, we began making eye contact pretty hard, and within minutes got their attention. They began talking amongst themselves, never taking their lustful gaze off our hard fratboy bodies. Meanwhile, Mike and I were doing the same, talking and wondering how we would pick from the four of them, or if any were coupled already. Finally, after an eternity of locked stares and aching hardons, we made the move and walked over to join them.

They introduced themselves as Eric, Rick, Al, and Bill. They were in fact baseball players, three at Georgia Tech, one (Al) at UGA. We bought a round of beers for all, and had soon hit it off with these athlete studs, who opened up and were talking to us like we were their best friends or at least their baseball buddies. The sexual tension in the air was apparent, but then it dawned on me, what if they think Mike and I are a couple and aren't interested? I mean, Mike and I were acting as one that night and we do in fact share the bond the fooling around has left us. My fears were put to rest, though, when Rick, the tallest and most built of the bunch, said, "Say, we were just thinking about to our apartment to hang out and chill a little. Would you fellas like to join? We have plenty of cold beer in the fridge." Mike replied before I could speak, "Hell yeah, I'm always up for a cold beer." As if it were the beer (and not baseball-jock cock) that Mike and I were after. So it looked like Mike and I were going to get an incredible lay after all, but I still didn't know exactly what was going on. But with four paragons of manflesh leading the way out the door, I didn't need specifics.

Back at Rick's place, we each grabbed a beer and sprawled out on the two couches in front of the TV. Mike and I must have been on the same wavelenghth, because we deliberately sat on opposite couches, him between Rick and Bill (Eric was in the kitchen still), me beside Al, who I thought was the hottest of the bunch, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a slightly trimmer body (though he was still a mound of muscle, even compared to my not-too-shabby physique). And his biceps were incredible, mounds of taut muscle that stretched his tanned skin every time he lifted the beer bottle to his mouth. I could not stop staring at him, his awesome physique, his huge arms, his gorgeous boy-next-door face, and he was gazing full force into my eyes. Suddenly, we were locked in an electric kiss, rubbing our free hands over each others pecs and abs. We had lost awareness of the others and were now set to devouring each others' jock bodies. I peeled off his T-shirt and began massaging his tight pec muscles, working his hairy nipples to hardness. Al went straight for my dick, tugging down my shorts and jacking my boner in his thick, calloused hand. I pulled off my shirt and began removing his shorts. He lifted up his legs, so I could pull them off his ankles. His feet still in the air, I removed his shoes and socks, tossing them on the floor. I put his calves on my shoulders and mounted his beefy bod, planting my lips on his. His cock ground against my abs, mine against his moist asscrack. "I want you to fuck me, frat stud," he said, "Stick your frat meat up my tight jock ass. You want that, don't ya?" "Fuck yeah," I said, "I want to fuck this hard jock from front and behind. I want to hear you beg for my big, hard cock." His cock was leaking precum something hard now, and I was getting all randy dry-humping between his glorious buns. I sucked on my fingers to coat them with spit and began finger fucking his hot ass. "Fuck yeah," he breathed, "work that hole." There's no way I could have hoped for a jock this hot. Sometimes they're all stiff and into their straight act, but this fella obviously liked man-to-man sex and got off being an athlete-slut begging for cock. It wasn't long before his hole was all nice and wet and his ass lips were asking for something besides my knuckles. Al hunched up and took my rockhard cock in his mouth, slickening it up for its destination fuck. He wasn't bad in the cocksucking department either, and I had to pull him off my shaft before I dumped my load into his hot throat. Quickly, I pushed his thighs back, raising his ass up off the couch, and in, one quick move, entered him. "Shit," he seethed, "your dick's so fucking hard." "Man, you haven't felt it all yet," I replied and inched more of my sausage-thick prick slowly up his slick ass. "How do you like it, man," I asked, "nice and slow or hard and fast?" "My ass can take any pounding you give," he said pulling my ass cheeks toward him. I began a steady thrust and quickly accelerated into a manic fuck. I was getting off having this beefcake stud writhing beneath me and feeling the pleasure of my dick reaming his ass, when I felt hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart: someone was rimming me! I turned around and there was Eric, who looked up with a beeming smile and sexy look in his eyes and then went back to work on my fuckhole. His tonguework drove me wild and began shooting into Al's ass below me. But never did I stop fucking away; I was still hard as hell and could feel more come storing up. Besides I didn't want this to end: being sandwiched between these two musclestuds was the wildest thing. When Eric began fucking my hole, the hotness reached a new plateau. Al and I were sucking face and I was jerking a good load out of his cock; thick ropes of come went flying between our chests, up our necks and onto our chins, and they seemed to keep coming. "Fuck, good tight ass," Eric hissed and began thrusting wildly in and out of my rectum. Suddenly, hot jism pour inside my bowels. "Shit," I screamed and pumped another load of mancream into the ass below me.

The next morning, I woke up and Rick was servicing my cock. I put my hands on his head to push more of the shaft down his throat. I marveled at the sight: the incredible set of shoulders, his arms flexing as if he were doing push-ups on and off my prong, his buzz-cut and concerted look on his face. I imagined him deepthroating his teammates and getting off on licking their muscles all over before devouring their meat, like he's doing to mine right now. I then fantasized that I was his coach and he's showing me how much the team appreciates me. It was too much and I shot my morning spunk into his mouth.

Before we were about to leave, Al came up to me in the hall and grabbed my crotch. "Hey there sailor, wanna hot ass to fuck?" he teased. Silently, I turned him around and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to the floor. I unzipped mine and pulled out my now hard dick. I bent Al down forward so his ass was at my disposal and stuck my finger up his hole. It wa still slick and loose from the cum and fucking it got that morning and the night before, so I dispensed with the fingerfuck and just put my cock right up him. "Oh, yeah... That dick feels good...." That's all that was said for the next 10 minutes, as I silently and quickly fucked a load out of him and shot my seed up his mancunt. I pulled out with an audible PLOP and he stood and pulled up his shorts. He turned around and we kissed. He handed me a slip of paper out of his shirt pocket. "Give me a call when you get back to campus. My ass could get really happy with this dick of yours." He was gone and I was out the door, going down to meet Mike who appeared to being giving a similar good-bye to Bill. In minutes, we were off back home.

SAE Action part 10 (mm, coll)

Friday night, another party. It was a routine affair, you know, buying the kegs, renting the cover band, finding a sorority to mix with us.

Anyway, I was totally fucked up that night, drunk and high on this amazing pot Mark had scored from a friend who apparently owed him big (I didn't ask for what). Right before the party, we had holed up in our room and lit up. After we'd been laughing for about 15 minutes nonstop, Mark stood up and unzipped his jeans. Out plopped a hardening cock, swinging back and forth in front of my face. We didn't need to say anything. Whenever one of us got a boner, we'd suck each other off or occasionally fuck (even though Mark doesn't like fucking nearly as much as I do), and besides, I knew Mark always got hornier than a mother fucker when he smoked.

We were feeling good and were in no hurry. I liked giving my roommate head. His dick was big enough to get excited over, but not so huge as to choke. Also, Mark knew how to fuck a guy's mouth hard but not too hard. My technique wasn't too bad, or so I was told, so usually I could work a big thick load from his cock. That night was no exception. It was like downing a double shot of hot, sticky cum. Mark rubbed the hair on my head, pulled up his jeans and walked out to join the party.

I joined the crowd myself and was on the lookout for dick in a major way the whole night. A few fellows from the crew team showed up, looking mighty fine, but they seemed more interested in chatting up the sorority girls than anything else.

As I was bending over the keg, I felt a body come behind me and a large hand along my back until it rested on my shoulder. What's more, through the thin fabric of my Umbros (I wasn't wearing any underwear, after all), I could feel a hardon beneath the man's pants. I turned around to see who it was and it was my god, Jake. Only he was fully inebriated, his dark-blondish hair wet and tousled, and with no shirt, only a pair of khakis, which didn't do a good job of hiding his boner. I rested my hand on his shoulder, as if to get my balance, but more to get a chance to feel his warm skin and massive muscles.

"Man, Jake, it looks like you've one hell of a hardon." "Yeah, would you like to feel it?" Christ, this was too much and far more than I expected from this hunk of a man. Still, he was expecting me to make the move, so I would be the queer he could blame in case of guilty feelings. Fuck, I didn't care at the moment. I only knew that Adonis himself was standing in front of me, his rippling chest and abs full in sight, asking me to feel his schlong. So never taking my eyes off his, I reached forward and undid his zippper. He wasn't wearing any underwear either, and a heavy, thick tube of succulent mancock plopped out into my hand. It was so hot it almost burned. Slowly I started jacking the cock, which responding by lengthening into a formidable size. I was too afraid to look to see how large it was. And anyway, Jake decided to show his appreciation by moving his open mouth toward mine and joining in a kiss. When his tongue began to feel around and meet mine, I thought I'd shoot then and there. But I had to control myself, as I wanted to make this last all night if possible. "Hey man," I said, "Why don't we go back to your room and take our time." Jake gave the biggest smile and said, "My thoughts exactly."

At last I has the man I'd lusted after since joining the house and now he was taking charge, slipping his huge fuckprod up my ready hole. He slowly inched the fucker in, let it rest, then began a steady in and out with his ten inches. I became impatient and started slamming my ass back down to get more up my butt. "Yeah, slut-boy, you like the feel of my cock. I've seen you checking me out. Something about the way you looked at me told me you'd be a good lay." During his hot sex-talk, I was squriming in ecstasy, my prostate throbbing like never before. "Yeah, fuck me hard," I ordered, "I need a jock like you to fill my hot ass with mancream.""Oh yeah, you horny fuck...take it....take my hard frat cock...and my hot jock juice..." We were going at it hard now, in doggy position, me rocking my ass back, him slamming his long prick home in my guts. A number of sharp fuck-thrusts later, his seed flew up my ass.

"Fuck, that was hot," I breathed. "Was?" Jake asked, as he began fucking his still hard rod up my ass. I immediately bucked back down on him, meeting his impaling staff thrust for hard thrust. Jake grabbed my hips and fell back on the bed, pulling me with him so I faced away from him, stradling him. The impact caused his cock to push harder and further in me. The pleasure was incredible. I raised my hips off his and began to buck on his stallion dick. After a few minutes, my aching prostate could take no more and I shot gobs of mancream all over the sheet and Jake's downy-haired legs. My ass must have been twitching away, because in no more than half a minute later, I felt the spray of warm seed up my bowels. We were hardly finished for the night, but we both needed rest.

The next morning I awoke to the sun streaming in. I tried to remember where I was or what day it was, even, and it took me a minute to realize I was in Jake's bed. And then I realized Jake was next to me, fucking some man. The guy he was doing was short, shorter than me, with a compact build. I recognized him from the party. He was one of the crew team guys. All of those men turned me on, and this guy was one of the better looking ones. Knew how to take dick, too. Jake was pounding him something hard, and the guy seemed to be experiencing nothing but pure man-bliss. His erect prick pushed up against his abs and leaked a little more each time Jake slammed his cock up him.

My dick was already sporting a boner, but this morning surprise had my prick extra hard and extra ready. Jake finally noticed I was up and said between grunt-thrusts, "Look at here, John. Went to piss this morning and this jock couldn't keep his horny eyes of my dick. Thought maybe two frat dicks would get his ass begging for it."

I didn't know which of the studs I wanted to attack first, Jake or this crew jock. Seeing as how Jake was already humping our jock-slut's ass, that left only Jake himself. Which was all right with me. I had waited all year for a chance to get it on with this dream man of the SAE house and last night had pulled through beyond my dreams. His tall frame, thick muscle, lightly tan rough skin; eveything turned me on. I began to rub his sinewy back, down to the globes of ass muscle. I watched as his dick pounded the athlete's hot ass below, as his low-hanging balls slapped against wet skin.

I mouthed those balls, licking the thrusting shaft from time to time. Slowly I began to move my tongue up along the ridge between his parted thighs. I lapped the wiry hairs there and licked my way up to his butthole. It was a lovely sight, pink and tight, but I could tell it had been fucked before. I don't know why this came as a surprise to me. In my months at college I'd screwed some of the straightest-looking, top-man ass on campus, so why I assumed Jake didn't take dick up his rear I can't say. All I know is that the realization got my hard jock body hot and horny to take my dream-stud's ass.

The rim job got Jake nice and ready for my frat-buddy cock. I took a little lube from the bedside, rubbed my achingly-hard cock a bit, then fed it to . Jake temporarily stopped his full-on fuck to accommodate my not-too-small prickmeat.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed. "Come on, John, push it in, slow....aaahh, real good. Fuck." When Jake's ass opened up enough to let me in all the way, I began my deep man-fuck and let my new fuck-buddy resume his job on the jock ass he was mounting. Being in the middle of a hunk sandwich must have felt pretty good to Jake. He was mumbling incoherently and gasping in the throes of what had to be the longest nut I've ever seen a guy have. His ass went wild on my hammering cock and I knew it wouldn't be too long in popping my load, either. Our third man was to beat me, though. He started yelling, encouraging Jake to screw him harder and deeper, telling us how hot us frat-fuckers were. Poor Jake got drowned in the load that kid let loose. I wrapped my arms around Jake's chest and shoved my cock up one last time. It felt good and tight and warm as I released my hot manseed.

We untangled and made our way to the showers. There we were joined by Kyle, the frat president, who was joined by another of the crew team members who'd stayed over last night. Needless to say, we all shot a couple of more loads before getting fully clean.

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