Date: Fri, 7 Sep 2012 01:01:50 +0100
From: Foxpark Foxpark <foxpark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Getting Wild with a Fresher

Standard Disclaimer: This story contains sexual contact between two
consenting males of legal age (in the uk). If this kind of material offends
you or you are prohibited from viewing it by your local authority then
please leave now. This story is PURE FICTION, any resemblance to any
person(s), living or dead, is purely coincidental and unintentional. Whilst
it is not possible to screen who is accessing online material I would like
to remind the reader that the 'sex' depicted in this story is pure
fantasy. In the real world there are consequences to every action. Stay
safe in body and mind.

So after receiving some brilliant feedback and a fair few requests for
more, here is the second story for nifty. Due to the sheer demand for it
from those who have emailed me, this one's longer and dirtier. To all those
who fancy something different or want another shorter one, email me and let
me know. The first story can be found under the Highschool section titled
'The party after 6th form'.Thanks to everyone who's left feedback so far-
its great to hear from readers so keep it coming. This is by no means a
personal experience espescially not the bit where... well you see. But its
all from the imagination so Unzip, Unbutton or whatever it is you do to get
... eh hem... comfortable and Enjoy.

Foxpark ;)

foxpark@hotmail.co.uk

Getting Wild with a Fresher.

	Simon loved his life. He was living as a free spirit, doing what he
really wanted to do. A lot of his friends had called him mad for staying on
at University to do his masters but he shrugged all that off. They said he
was crazy for specialising in copyright law in the media but he had already
proved them wrong. He hadn't even completed his thesis and already had
three job offers from firms in London and Cardiff. He managed to perfectly
balance his workload against some assistant lecturing and a part-time job
behind a bar off campus. He still had plenty of time for going out with his
mates and going to society meetings for the student radio station and the
performing arts groups.

	As anyone whose set foot on a campus will tell you- Universities,
Colleges- whatever you want to call them- attract drama in a big way. It
was usually the ones who had made their way to higher education because
'they didn't know what else to do' that got involved in the various
arguments and factions that developed over time. Simon had steered well
clear of any of that and so had very few enemies in life, he got on with
people. The only ones he ever really clashed with were the Christian groups
who were forever trying to correct the sinful ways of an openly bisexual
man. So he liked both genders- maybe he'd settle down with a wife and kids
or a guy and a few adopted babies- he was content with the fact that he
didn't have to decide any of that for now. It wasn't like he'd even slept
around. He'd been in short, sweet relationships with the few girls he had
slept with and the only guy he had ever fooled around with was a good
friend.

	One of the many reasons he'd chosen to come to this Uni was the
brilliant facilities it had. Whilst he'd never been particularly sporty he
did really like the gym, which was decked out with brand equipment and a
juice bar. Usually he just used the treadmills or went up there for a few
games of badminton when he needed to blow off steam. On this occasion
however he was going swimming with his friends. It wasn't that he couldn't
swim or anything, its just that he didn't care for it that much. It was bad
enough having to put up with muscle-heads in the gym itself without having
to deal with the arrogant wankers who frequented the swimming pool. Once
upon a time Gyms were seen as gay and they kept a huge percentage of
arseholes out but now it was filled with people. They were the ones you get
in every gym. The straight boys so desperate to prove their masculinity and
heterosexuality but unable to grasp the irony of working out whilst making
sure there were guys watching you lift the biggest weights and doing the
toughest programmes.

	The swimming pool was different however. The lifeguards were of
course students themselves who got their jobs through the union. They all
seemed to be the undergrads and gym junkies. Of course- every one of them
was striking to look at and they knew it. They spent most of their time
working on themselves- even going into town to get on the sunbeds and top
up their tans.

	The second Simon got into the pool he instantly wished he hadn't
come. In the far corner sat one of the guys from his Language in the Media
class. Reece. Reece was toned, tanned, baby-faced- basically he was
gorgeous. So gorgeous in fact that people often forgot that he was an utter
bastard. He had spotted Simon and had given him a nod before returning to
the conversation he and two other lifeguards were having with two girls who
were sitting on the edge of the pool. Simon had... trouble with Reece. He
was never there in lectures and in seminars he spent most of his time
bragging about who he had got on the night before. The thing that really
got to Simon was his arrogance. He was popular and seemed to meet his
deadlines and achieve outstanding grades without even trying. Maybe it was
a case of sour grapes.

	 Simon was already 23 and seeing someone 5 years younger having a
better time than he had had at the same age got him chocked up with a kind
of jealousy that not even Simon himself found attractive. He never voiced
his opinion to anyone though because that was on a par with admitting that,
just for one day, Simon would like to live as Reece and know what its like
to have it all without having to try. Simon's life was amazing now but if
he had been the same person he was now when he was in his first year he
would have done everything harder and longer.

	He was taken out of his internal train of thought by the sound of
snickering. He looked up to see that the two girls had now gone and the
three lifeguards were staring at him and muttering something. Reece said
something too the pair who burst out laughing. Simon was not by nature a
paranoid person but he knew when he was being made fun of. He pretended not
to notice and decided to leave. he made an excuse up for his friends, got
out and headed to the showers.

	Whilst in there he stood under the shower with his trunks on and
tried to get the smell of chlorine off his skin. As he stood there letting
the water run over him Reece walked past the doorway. He smirked at Simon
and said something along the lines of "did you have a good swim?" to which
Simon gave a half hearted reply. Humiliated would be too strong a word for
how Simon felt- but he was definately riled up about people blatantly
taking the piss out of him.

	Later that nigtht whilst working behind the bar he saw Reece again,
but only briefly. He was chatting to some random girl who was clearly in
awe of him. After that he didn't see him at all and his shift was quite
uneventful... until he went out back to empty one of the glass bins that
is. Reece had a friend behind the bar and that same friend must have been
the reason that Simon came out the door to find Reece up against the wall
with the girl from earlier dry fucking her as she moaned into his shoulder
and ran her hands through his blond hair.

"You two get back inside now!"

They both leapt back at the sound of Simon's voice and stood there stunned.

"Simon... I... er..."

"how the fuck did you get back here- on second thought i don't want to know
cos' it means someone is gonna have to lose their job- now get lost!"

They stood there for a moment longer and Reece's face began to visibly
contort with anger.

"I said" hissed Simon "Fuck off before i throw you out."

	Reece went to grab the girl's hand but she pulled away looking
embarrassed and ran back inside toward the right side of the bar. With one
final angry look Reece followed her.

"cheeky fuck," Simon thought to himself. It was the back of a pub why
couldn't he just take her back to his room on campus like a normal person?
He wasn't a prude by any means, when he was in the mood he'd do some kinky
stuff but he really didn't appreciate running into that arsehole dry
humping like some fucking dog in public whilst he was nearing the end of
one long ass shift.

	Not soon after that his shift ended. he got out of clear-up because
his friend Lisa insisted he looked tired. He took this to mean that it was
her that had let Reece outback and knew he'd been the one to catch him.
This meant that he only left about 10 minutes after all the punters. The
fact was that he wasn't tired but he was grumpy and so he decided to avoid
the well lit streets and drunken punters, many of which he knew and would
certainly try to chatter to him even thought they could barely string a
sentence together. The path he took led behind a few houses before going
through a semi wooded field. The trail would take him straight up to
campus. It would be pitch black even on a clear night but that wasn't much
trouble for a sober person who had walked the route several times. He
always found it relaxing to wander toward the glowing lights of the
university through the dark. With every step he was feeling more and more
relaxed which is probably why he hadn't noticed a shadow detatch itself
from the wall as he passed the last house and turned on to the path through
the field.

	The path had just wound around a trio of trees when something heavy
knocked Simon to the ground. He rolled over knocking his mystery assailant
off of him. Springing to his feet he stood over the figure who was still
slowly getting up. As it got to it feet and began swaying Simon caught a
glimpse of blond hair in the moonlight.

"Reece? What the-"

	But then the figure charged him again. It wasn't hard to dodge, he
was clearly drunk and a bit slow to react. One short, hard shove on his
shoulder blade and Reece was sprawled out on the ground once again.

"What are you playing at Reece?" Simon wasn't shouting, if anything he
sounded a bit weary.

"I was in with her... Then you..." He was clearly struggling with words.

"Blue balled you? cock-blocked you? I didn't do any of that- you were where
you weren't meant to be and i moved you on. End of."

Reece was getting up again, "Showed me up you prick. Fucking... Faggot!"
and with that he charged again.

	There were a few things Simon couldn't let pass. 1. The bastard had
been mocking him earlier in the pool. 2. He just used an Americanism to try
and put him down. The sheer shock of being called faggot meant that Simon
was just a bit too slow to dodge. This time Reece was hard to throw
off. The tussle they'd already had was clearly causing him to sober up.
Reece had already wrapped his arms around Simon and begun to bear hug him,
squeezing the air out of his lungs. Simon took hold of the collar of his
shirt and pulled causing him to loosen his grip and move his neck to stop
from choking. The collar of his shirt tore and they rolled over again.

	Now Simon was on top and was trying to pin down Reece's arms. There
was a sudden moment of shock when he ground crotch upward mashing his dick
into Simon's. This broke Simon's concentration who was again too slow to
react as Reece used his legs to roll them over once more. Now another mad
tussle began and Simon tried to grip hold of his opponent rather than let
him get an advantage. In the process of this there was an almighty rip and
then Simon was suddenly released. He stood up immediately and stared down
at the shadowy figure of Reece who was now sitting in silence.

	He pulled out his phone and turned on the blue torchlight, aiming
down at Reece. He was sitting there with his legs splayed just staring at
the damage that had been done to his shorts. The top button and zipper had
been ripped right off but had continued down the V of the zip to the seat
of the shorts. It hadn't occurred to Simon just how much force he had been
using in the struggle. But what struck him now was the fact that,
illuminated by the ethereal, blue electronic light of his mobile, was a gym
god with a torn shirt and torn shorts. The most eye catching thing though
was Reece's semi-hard cock- he'd been going commando.

	There were no words to describe how Simon felt about what happened
next as Reece looked down at himself and a conniving smile spread across
his face before he looked back up straight into Simon's eyes.

"You like what you see?" Reece asked as he snaked one hand over his chest
before trailing it down his belly. Simon could hardly believe his eyes as
Reece's hand encircled his rapidly growing dick and he let out a low
moan. He began to stroke his cock, all the while staring at Simon with that
cocky smirk, occasionally looking down and admiring his cock. His slow
steady wank began to pick up speed as he bit his lip and let out another
lower moan. He really was putting on a show and Simon could feel his own
hard cock in his black work trousers painfully straining at the confines of
his boxers, demanding his attention.

"You like a big cock, don't you Simon?" Reece said once again, licking his
lips. Simon was still struggling to take it all in. One minute this
Eighteen year old had been attacking him and now he was kneeling in front
of him massaging his cock and almost demanding that he watch. what the fuck
was running through this kid's mind? All the drunken stupor of a few
moments ago had disappeared and now Reece's voice sounded cool and
calculated. Those fucking facial expressions as he watched Simon's
reactions! it was like watching a fucking pornstar.

"Is this what you think of when your sitting in my seminars listening to
the old bastard Dr List talk? Is this what you sit there picturing?"
somehow the sound of Reece's voice made simon feel like he was under his
control now. Reece continued in a girly voice, mocking Simon, "Oh Simon, oh
yeah, give it to me."

Simon didn't feel angry at being mocked, but he felt the slow creep of
embarrassment as he realised that yes- he wanted Reece- badly.

Reece began to buck his hips upwards into his hand, "Oh fuck! here it comes
you dirty fuck! Ah." and with a few moans the kneeling figure, his cheeks
flushed with the effort, began to unload his balls on the grass. Simon
watched each spurt until it stopped and Reece's hand slowed down.

He got up a flicked his hand to the side, Simon heard the remaining cum hit
the ground somewhere off to the side. Then suddenly he had hold of Simon's
wrist and was pushing he back toward a tree. Simon felt his back collide
with the bark, but still he couldn't move. This was all to much, the
situation had taken an unexpected turn and he was still too stunned to
speak. he felt the cum on his arm as it dripped down from Reece's right
hand. Then Reece's face was close, almost kissing him, and even in the dark
Simon could make out the dangerous, animal look in his eyes. He could feel
Reece's exposed cock, still hard, grinding against his own, leaving trails
of excess teenage spunk over his trousers.

"You want this don't you. You want to see what the thick bitch Chloe was
gonna get before you interrupted? Simon thought he was going to kiss him,
but Reece moved just as their lips were about to touch and began sucking on
his neck. Simon felt him fumbling with his belt and immediatley began to
help him, all inhibitions lost- he needed this. The smell of Reece's Sex,
his athletic abs pressed up against Simon's own chest, the image of him
masturbating just moments ago, it all made Simon burn up with lust. Reece
grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled exposing more of his neck to the
assault from his teeth and lips. No sooner had his trousers and boxers
fallen to the ground than Reece pulled off and ordered simon to sit
down. He complied, his bare arse now on the ground, his hard, leaking, 23
year old cock exposed to the night air.

"Do you know how fucking wet she was getting just from that?" Reece said
coldly. "They all do you know. Word gets around. I've had more pussy than
you've had cock and cunt and d'ya know why? Cos i'm fucking amazing at
it. they come to me cos they know i can get em off"

Who the fuck did this kid think he was? He was 18 and he was talking like
some sort of experienced, sexy, hollywood villain. Simon could feel the
anger coming back but it was suddenly gone as Reece pulled his boxers and
trousers right off leaving him in his vans and his blackshirt.

"hold your knees cunt!" He demanded. And it really was a command. Simon
felt his hands grabbing hold of his legs before he'd even processed what
had been said. Reece was now kneeling between his legs, his cock STILL
hard, and his dangerous smirk still on his face.

"when was the last time you ate a pussy Fuckface?" He mocked. "d'ya need a
lesson? ok then. First you start by teasing the bitches lips." As he said
this he traced Simons Arsehole with a finger.

"Yeah that's it, and don't worry if there's a little bit of hair there it
just means she's filthy and she'll be up for more. By this point she should
be whimpering a little and biting on her lip, yeah just like that
Simon. Now if they don't get wet straight away you spit on their pussy to
get it going, that way you can get a few fingers in." He spat in his hand
which still contained traces of his cum from earlier and began to push two
fingers up Simons boy chute.

" Oh and if you're a really lucky boy Simon she'll be tight- but don't go
easy on her, pussy's were made to stretch so thats just what you do." He
spat on his hand again and added a third finger. "Yeah thats it and now
she's really moaning, but that's okay because she wants it. If she didn't
she would have stopped you by now and you would have been okay with
that. But she didn't did she? So now your sliding, Yes, four fingers into
her cunt and she's moaning like a cheap little whore.

	Simon had only had only had sex with a guy once and that was when
he was nineteen, the rest of his time they'd done different things. But as
he lay there getting finger-fucked by this eighteen year-old wank-fantasy
he prayed that he was going to move on to talk about playing 'with her
clit'. he longed to feel someone else play with his prostate. But as the
fingers were suddenly withdrawn it occurred to him that this (cough cough)
straight boy probably hadn't come across that particular delight... yet.

" Now you can be daring," Reece said, his eyes glittering in the darkness,
"get in there and eat that little cunt for all it worth."

Simon really hadn't expected that bit. As Reece began to lap at his
arsehole like a dog Simon couldn't hold off anymore and took one hand away
from holding his legs to wank his aching cock. He didn't want to cum yet
but he couldn't bare not touching himself any longer. Suddenly Reece's
tongue had found it way right up Simon's boy cunt and Simon began to roar
his pleasure to the night sky. He looked down to see Reece's forehead
moving around at the puckered entrance to his boy cave and even in the near
pitch black he could see Reece had at some point begun to wank his
cock. Reece pulled off and his face was instantly hovering above
Simon's. He could smell himself on Reece's breath as he panted in his face.

"This next bit I haven't tried before." he almost hissed. "She was going to
be the first one i tried it on. I hear you need to stretch it really good
but thats not a problem for you is it? Thats what we were discussing at the
pool today Simon, I know you heard us. We were talking about what i'm going
to do next, and you know why we mentioned you? Cos you're probably plenty
loose enough from taking all that bureaucratic cock from the University
Staff, running around and being their pussy boy.  But now it is you here so
let's see what we can do shall we? First i hear it needs a lot of lube."
and with that Simon felt Reece's cock begin to spurt warm cum all over his
arsehole. No sooner had he finished than his fingers began to shove it into
Simons arse and across his hole.

	Again, it had been at least four years since Simon's last arse
fucking and he knew it would hurt, but he needed it and so as he heard the
rustle of the condom wrapper as Reece tore it open in his teeth he had to
squeeze the head of his cock hard to stop himself coming. Simon couldn't
see properly in the dark but suddenly something very hard and wide was
pushing at his entrance, Simon actually gasped, His cock hadn't looked that
big earlier.

"Just relax fucktard. Now if you were doing this you'd listen to em moan,
yep just like that, but you'd keep going until its in cos you know it what
they want really." Suddenly Simon felt Reece shove it all the way in and
cried out in pain.

"Good boy Simon. See older is not wiser- aren't we learning things
tonight?" the cocky teenager went on. "Now you've serviced this ungrateful
little cunt so now it your turn to get off so you stand up, grabbing the
little cunts hair and dragging her to her knees" he narrated "and then you
shove your cock in her face and wait for her to work it out"

This all happened in a split second. Simon could still feel something big
and rock hard in aching arse but Reece's leaking cum covered cock was right
in front of his face. What the fuck had Reece done? Simon reached back but
Reece stopped him and forced his cock into his mouth. Now Simon could taste
two loads worth of cum in his mouth. Reece's teenage cum was tangy and
sweet and in that moment it was like nectar. Simon began to suck madly at
his cock. How was he still hard? Even at eighteen Simon would have
struggled to keep up with a session like this. His own hand went back to
his cock.

"Let me know when your close Simon you don't want to miss my surprise."
Reece's voice had changed again. It was normal. He'd clearly sobered
up. He'd dropped the sexually ambiguous bad boy act and now he was just a
dirty teenager ploughing his cock into the back of another guy's
throat. Simon began to moan louder around the throbbing invader in his
mouth. Whatever was in his arse was rubbing up against his button.

Reece grabbed Simon's hair and forced him to look up even though it was to
dark to see each others' faces. "are you close?" Simon nodded. "Good, now
give me your phone."

If he hadn't have been so horny he would have been terrified that Reece was
going to take pictures and denied him but almost slave like his hand went
to the discarded phone lying next to him and passed it up to Reece who
ordered him to wank hard. Simon was completley lost in the moment as he
heard the keypad of his phone. There was a moment of silence broken only by
the sucking noise of Reece's cock in Simon's mouth and the sound of his
hand pumping his own cock.

Then it happened.

It was violent and sudden and Simon finally understood what Reece had done
to him.

Reece's mobile phone began to vibrate inside Simon's arse, pushing against
his prostate and pushing him over the edge. As he gasped Reece's cock
plunged right into his throat and begun unloading as he in turn began
firing his sticky cock juice over Reeces exposed legs and over his
shoes. Simon swallowed the last of Reece's sperm and spat out his
cock. Bothe boys collapsed on the ground.

As he lay there and Reece's phone stopped vibrating in his cunt, Simon felt
the hot creep of guilt approaching. How could he have let himself be
treated like such a fucking man slut by this arrogant little cunt. As his
body came crashing down to earth he suddenly felt overwhelmed, ashamed and
wanted to cry. Reece's hand snaked between his legs and took hold of the
exposed end of the condom that lay just outside of Simon's Arse. With one
yank the phone came out leaving Simons swollen boy cunt gaping.

Just as a tear formed in Simon's eye the most surprising thing of all
happened to him. Reece rolled over him, stroked his face and then he kissed
him.

There was a moment of silence as Simon stared at the beautiful flushed face
infront of him and stroked the feathery blond hair... and then.

"I'm sorry Simon"

And they kissed again.

It had indeed been a weird and wild night with this insatiable fresher.


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