Date: Thu, 03 Mar 2005 13:02:15 -0600
From: Tyler StJames <tylerstjames@msn.com>
Subject: The Freshman Five chapter 4

This story is, of course, a work of fiction.  Any and all sex is between
two (or more, heh heh) consensual, of-age males.  If male/male sexual
relations offend you, you must be on the wrong website.

The Freshman Five

Chapter 4 - Keeping Up Appearances

Bruce felt his face flush.  The lobes of his ears burned and he
swallowed hard.  Just as casually as if he were doing nothing more than
flipping on a light switch, Clark Kent lowered his jeans, sliding them
down his slender hips, his strong, bulging thighs, and his full calves.
Bruce told himself not to look, praying that somehow, Clark would be
wearing very, VERY baggy trunks underneath those blue jeans.  Bruce
forced himself to look at Clark's face.  'If I look at his face, I
won't look at his...his...' he thought, until Clark also stripped off
his shirt, and there he stood: like an underwear catalogue from your
hottest, wettest, nastiest dreams.  Clark Kent was a GOD.  His neck was
strong, but not too thick, his Adam's apple noticeable without being
pronounced.  Clark's shoulders were massive and strong, each ridge and
ripple full beneath the smooth, tanned skin.  Clark's pecs were big,
broad, massive slabs of muscle, jutting out from his body, the large
pink nipples glistening with a light sweat from the heat.  His lats
were heavily muscled, each groove a testament to the perfection of his
physicality.  Clark's abs were textbook, each mound perfectly formed,
ridged into it's own compartment, leaving a tiny trench in-between each
one straight to his lower abdomen, which was completely flat and
lacking any hair at all.  Clark's pelvis was so muscled it too had it's
own, deep creases running diagonally from the hip to the groin.

That's when he saw it, what Bruce had fantasized about seeing in real
life since childhood: the perfect package.  It was amazing.  Clark wore
a pair of fitted boxer briefs with blue legs and a red pouch.  Clark's
testicles were huge, hanging low like two full sized Georgia peaches,
ripe and churning with testosterone and sex juice, their manly scent
apparent but not overwhelming.  Crawling around Clark's hip was what
Bruce could only think to describe as a python.  Clark's member was so
long that it stretched the whole left side of Clark's underwear and was
bigger around than Bruce's wrist.  That fucker was HUGE!  And as Bruce
watched it, entranced as he was, the python began to swell slightly as
if trying to stand up to Bruce's approval.  Just then, the python
disappeared behind a layer of shiny blue fabric.

Bruce blinked and swallowed as his mouth had filled with saliva.  Clark
slipped on a tight, white tank top and grabbed for a towel.  Bruce
turned to leave, flustered and embarrassed.  'There's no way that Clark
didn't see me check him out.  No way,' Bruce thought as he opened
Clark's door.

"Um, Bruce?"  Clark said.  Bruce turned around slowly, his heart nearly
stopping.

"Y-yeah?" he said, shakily.  Clark smiled warmly and nodded towards
Bruce.

"Don't you think you oughta let him calm down before we go walking
through the halls?"  Bruce looked down and noticed to his dismay that
his 8-inch bone was tenting out his shorts.  Bruce blushed.

"Uh...yeah," Bruce agreed.

"Okay, here, let me get you a water.  I always have two bottles with me,
just in case I meet a workout buddy," Clark said smiling earnestly.
Bruce couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy.  He'd give anything to
be that optimistic, that cheerful, that carefree.  Bruce accepted the
water gratefully.  And here was this guy, this hayseed from the
farmlands of God knows where sharing what little he's got.  The poor
bastard couldn't even pay his rent next month.

Eventually, Bruce's hard-on subsided and he and Clark went to the gym
together.  Since neither had been to the facility before, Clark took
the lead as he recognized the machines and their functions.  Bruce
found Clark just as warm as he'd been in Bruce's bedroom: caring and
generous with his knowledge and time.  They spoke easily and eventually
Bruce forgot about his problems and his parents and actually enjoyed
himself; learning to use the machines properly and how much weight to
add to each machine.  They rounded out their workout with an hour run
on elliptical machines, which Bruce was used to since he had one at
home.  Clark, however, had kind of a rough start of it and decided in
the end to stick to the good ol' treadmill.  Exhausted but happier than
he'd been in years, Bruce followed Clark back to the lockers.

"Aren't you going to shower, Bruce?"

"Um, no I don't use public showers.  They're dirty," Bruce said making a
face.

"Well, okay.  Do you usually shower at the dorms then?" Clark asked.
Bruce's face went red.

"Yeah, usually," Bruce said.  Hoping against hope that Clark would
say...

"Well let's just go back and use those, then."

"Actually, my suite is a little different than yours.  I've got my own
shower.  Well, BATH and shower if you want to get technical," Bruce
said.

"You say you've got your...own shower?" Clark asked, leaning in and
raising his eyebrows.

"Yes, indeed I do.  Would you like to see it Mister Kent?" Bruce said,
putting on a Kensington Road accent.  He loved teasing Alfred, his
British butler back home.

"Oh I believe I would Mister Wayne!"  Clark mimicked.

"Well then I'll lead the way, shall I?" Bruce asked

"Oh indubitably!" Clark shot back, just like those insane chipmunks on
the old cartoons.  Bruce was surprised Clark had ever seen that
cartoon.  They continued the accents as they walked back.

"Follow me then, ol' chap!" Bruce said.

"Oh coffeepot!" Clark said.  Bruce stopped.

"What?"

"Yeah, isn't that random?" Clark asked.

"Isn't WHAT random...coffeepots?" Bruce was totally lost.

"I never understood why British people are always saying 'coffeepot',"
Clark said.  It slowly dawned on Bruce what Clark was saying.

"OH-MY-GAWD! D'you mean POPPYCOCK?" Bruce nearly shrieked.

"Yeah, coffee...wait, what?" Clark looked down to see Bruce kneeling on
the pavement, his body shaking.  Clark wasn't sure what was happening
but he could definitely hear snorting.  When Bruce lifted his head, it
was beet red.  He was sweating and crying, his mouth agape with no air
or sound coming out.

"What?" Clark asked.  Bruce couldn't speak.  He couldn't BREATHE let
alone speak.  Clark frowned and continued to walk on.

"OW!" Bruce said finally.  Clark stopped and ran back.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked, concerned.

"OW! Oh holy shit, my stomach, my poor stomach!  Bwahahahaha *snort*
aheh aheh heh heh, WHEW!"  Clark walked even faster away this time.

"Aw, Clark no!  That was maybe the cutest thing I've ever heard," Bruce
explained.  Clark wasn't paying him any mind.

"And you know what else?  That's the first time I've laughed in about
five years," Bruce said, wiping the tears from his eyes.  Clark kept
going so Bruce ran up ahead and stood right in his way, feet planted.
Clark stopped and looked down at him, some damage to his pride had
obviously been done.

"I don't like it when people laugh at me..." Clark said finally.

"But Clark, you've gotta appreciate how funny that was.  Lord have mercy
that was good!  Take a look at it from the outside...that'd be like me
coming to a football game and calling it 'the line of cribbage' or
something," Bruce said.  Clark thought about it for a bit and then
smiled.

"Heh, 'line of cribbage'. That's classic," Clark said.  Finally they
arrived at Bruce's door.  Bruce turned and looked at Clark with his
best bedroom eyes, his mind full of lust and love for the amazing
demigod that stood before him.

"You'd better be prepared for the shower of your life, Mr. Kent!  It'll
be absolutely..." Bruce pulled Clark's face inches from his.

"...Coffeepot free!"

Bruce squealed as Clark chased him through his suite and into the
bathroom.

***

"All alone at this damned desk for THREE HOURS?" Dick said out loud as
he read the schedule for the week.  He'd only hoped to be gone for the
usual hour and then back in the room with AC and Billy for more action.
AC would say that Dick was insatiable.  Dick knew that this was far,
far from the truth.  The truth was that Dick was not only insatiable;
he was a bonafide cock-hound.  Dick had dreams, fantasies of taking
cocks from all angles, each one probing, rubbing, glistening and
leaking hot precum all over his hot young body.  When he was 14, Dick
would spend his days off from performing in the circus traveling to the
nearest truck stop or 'adult bookstore' sucking every cock that came
in, swallowing their loads and getting fucked in the ass through glory
holes cut into the thin plywood walls of the arcades and stalls.

Dick remembered one encounter in particular where a trucker, who was
about 30 to Dick's then 16, came in and opened the stall door that Dick
had been perching in.  It scared Dick at first, startled him really
until he realized that the guy wasn't a whole lot taller than he was.
He was stout, muscular like a little compact body builder and there was
hair EVERYWHERE.  The guy was smoking a big, fat cigar and wore his
black hair in a weird greaser-slash-'flock of seagulls' kind of style.
Dick watched as the man came in, shut and locked the stall behind him
and unloaded the heftiest cock he'd ever seen.  The thing was bigger
around than a beer can and had to be at least 5 inches soft.  He
started milking it, rubbing it up to a total of about 7 inches long,
the beer can circumference perhaps even swelled a little larger.  The
best part about the cock was that it was uncut and leaking everywhere
like a hungry dog with its eye on hot boy butt.  Dick had never been
fucked before and the man ended up hurting him pretty badly.  He hadn't
really hurt him on purpose and Dick had otherwise enjoyed himself, leg
locking the man's cock into his ass.  Dick's main goal was just to take
it to the hilt, fill himself with the girth of the man and give him the
release he so desperately needed.

Dick rubbed his swollen cock through his khaki shorts as he did some
mindless paperwork, remembering his first time.  Just then...

"Um, excuse me?  Is this where I register?" he heard a voice at the
counter.  Dick stood up and his cock head leaked honey as he looked
into the face of the man at the window.  He was classically good
looking, square jaw, upturned nose but not snub, full French lips and
soulful brown eyes.  His hair was long in the bangs, so a few strands
hung in his eyes but the rest was combed back and away from the
handsome face it framed.  Dick cleared his throat.

"Yes it is, name please?" Dick said, turning to the computer and hoping
the handsome guy didn't see the wet spot on the leg of his khakis.

"Madrox, Jamie," he stated.  Dick clicked a link on the computer and set
about lining Jamie's registration up.  While his things were printing,
Dick grabbed a clipboard from the wall for Jamie to fill out some forms
on.  However Dick lost his balance and hit the metal partition that
closed off the window when he was done working.  Before he could warn
Jamie, the partition came down hard on Jamie's hand and Dick heard
screaming from the other side.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!  I'm so clumsy sometimes and I...hello, I'm
sorry is this your brother?" Dick asked, looking at who seemed to be
Jamie's identical twin.

"Who?" Jamie asked, pushing his 'brother' to the side of the window, out
of Dick's sight.  Dick leaned out to look at the brother but he was
gone.

"What the hell?"

"Um...can I please register?" Jamie asked, obviously wanting to avoid
any questions.

"Well, actually we need you to fill out some parts of the registration
that were missing," Dick explained.

"Missing? There shouldn't be," Jamie said.

"Well here you see," Dick said pointing at his screen.  As Jamie leaned
past the barrier to see the monitor more clearly, Dick leaned down and
made his patented first move.  He could see from the goose bumps on
Jamie's arm that the move had had the desired effect.  Dick pointed to
the screen.

"The most important part is stuff we need for your financial aid.  Stuff
about your family mostly, like see here under number of people in your
household, you put a variable between 1 and 5.  And for relatives
you've done the same.  It doesn't exactly make a whole lot of sense and
they won't release aid until that's straightened out."  Then Dick
turned to Jamie.

"This wouldn't have to do with your disappearing brother, would it?"
Dick asked pointedly.  Jamie sized Dick up, raking him with his eyes.
Then a smile broke on Jamie's full lips and Dick's heart raced.

"Why don't I show you instead of tell you?"  Jamie offered.  Dick
pointed him in the direction of the office door.  Jamie walked in and
shut Dick's window.

"You're closed for right now, little man," Jamie said and pounding his
fist to his palm, Jamie Madrox's body began to multiply with each
impact.  Soon the room was full of 13 Jamies and a very confused but
aroused Dick Grayson.

"All right boys, let's give Dick here a show he'll NEVER forget," Jamie
said, stripping off his blue and white baseball t-shirt.  The rest of
the Jamies followed suit and soon Dick was in heaven, surrounded by a
bevy of identical, shirtless muscle boys, all starting to unbutton each
other's jeans.

***

The electronic bell rang out its pre-programmed tone as Billy and AC
walked into "The Marrakech" Arabian eatery.

"I am sooooo hungry!" Billy said, growling as he rubbed his stomach.

"How could you be hungry?  You just ate...twice!" AC remarked, grinning
at Billy and swatting his butt.  To AC's surprise, Billy put his arm
around him and squeezed him close, resting his head on AC's.  They
waited all of five minutes for their waiter, an adorable Arab boy with
lighter features, curly brown hair and soft brown eyes.  He was about
6' and built, his back tapering down to the cutest butt stuffed into a
pair of black slacks.  He swayed as he walked which Billy and AC
noticed, looking at each other and smiling knowingly.

"Here you go boys," the young man showed them to their booth.  As AC
went to sit down, he felt a pinch and almost let out a yelp, but
stifled it upon seeing the smile he was getting from the waiter.  The
three of them chatted for a bit, AC and the young man, Jay, flirting
shamelessly.  It made Billy blush, but he didn't mind at all.  It was
cute and somehow arousing to see AC interact in this way with another
guy.  Billy felt himself harden slightly, but kept it under control
with breathing techniques he'd learned.  After getting hard and ripping
seven pairs of underwear and five pairs of jeans, Billy had learned to
tame his beast.  They ordered and Jay left to get their drinks, closing
the drapes around the booth so they could have some privacy.

"Billy, this afternoon was..."

"Yeah."

"It was totally amazing.  I mean, just to know that you found me
attractive, it just...it's awesome.  You're awesome.  You're just so
gorgeous.  I feel so privileged and I know Dick feels the same."

"Why?"

"Well because I think we were both of the mind that if there were ANY
sucking going on it would be us sucking you, not the other way around."


"Oh," Billy said softly, smiling sheepishly.

"We'd still like to, you know," AC said, putting his hand gently on top
of Billy's paw.

"You mean...do what I did to you guys?"

"Well, that and more.  You know I don't know about Dick but I would love
to have your huge dong sliding into my tight, wet..." AC was
interrupted by the cute waiter coming back in.  Jay slid the drapes
aside and stepped into the alcove with them, closing the heavy fabric
behind him.  He was moving very stiffly and set a large silver platter
down at the end of the table nearest him.

"Could I interest you boys in some authentic Arabian sausage this
evening?" He asked, removing the lid to the tray with a flourish and
with a puff of steam, AC and Billy saw their appetizer: a
seven-and-a-half inch, thick, juicy cock in a bed of saffron rice.
Billy licked his lips hungrily, but looked slightly uneasy.  AC just
smiled and picked up the engorged member at the root and held it in the
air for inspection.  It was thick and seemingly veinless and the head
was large and glistening with steam and cock juice.  AC took a drink of
water, swallowed and then wrapped his lips around the young Arab's
cock.  Jay breathed in sharply, as AC had kept an ice cube from his
water and was running the ice crystal all over the wet head of Jay's
cock.  It started to melt and AC managed to stuff the ice sliver into
the piss slit.  Jay winced and then a smile spread across his face as
AC began to slurp his cock, taking it down to the root with ease.  He'd
practiced so many times on Dick's cock that he'd become accustomed to
taking the whole cock down his throat, swallowing it all the way to the
pubes.  The Arab's pubes were soft and silky and smelled of jasmine.
As AC began to get into the rhythm of his servicing, Jay stroked the
back of AC's head, urging him to suck harder, thrusting his hips
faster.  AC rubbed his hands over Jay's chest and upon finding his
nipples pulled on them and pinched them lightly, playing with the
sensitive tips.  The thrusting was rattling the tray and silverware on
the table, so Billy held them with his hands while he looked on in awe
at AC's skillful ministrations.  Soon Billy's cock began to react and
the monster between his legs lengthened, escaping the leg of his shorts
and peering its bulbous, throbbing, uncircumsized head, leaking streams
of precum onto the ground.  Billy knew he'd have to keep his cock in
check so as to not become fully aroused.  There tended to
be...complications when that happened.  Suddenly the waiter jerked,
muttering curses under his breath as he took full advantage of AC's
throat, pounding it over and over relentlessly.  He pulled out his
proud member and covered AC's face with four shots of thick, gooey cock
snot.  The remaining orgasm was drained and drizzled on top of the
saffron rice.  The waiter, after kissing AC lightly, stuffed his
softening prick back into his slacks, turned his apron around the right
way and left the table.  Billy's mouth was agape with awe.

"I can't believe that actually happened," Billy said, breathing evenly
and urging his cock to soften enough so that it could tuck back up the
leg of his shorts, offering AC a napkin which he accepted gratefully.

"I know, neither can I.  That was awesome," AC said, wiping his face and
grinning broadly but then stopped.  AC heard a dripping sound come from
somewhere, like a faucet but flatter and heavier somehow.

"Do you hear that?" AC asked.

"H-hear what?" Billy covered.

"That dripping sound.  Shhhh." *Splat* "There it is again!  What IS
that?"

"I don't know..." Billy said, blushing.  AC looked at Billy's red face
and then under the table, where he met the sight of Billy's still
pulsing, sheathed, plum-sized cock head dripping huge drops of cock
honey on the tile floor.

"Billy..." AC said.  Billy looked sheepishly into AC's eyes, still
blushing.

"Let me get that for you," AC said as he slid his hand under the table
and with his index finger scooped up the majority of the honey left on
Billy's head.  Billy groaned and closed his eyes enjoying the sensation
of AC touching the sensitive head of his cock, running his finger
around the inside of Billy's foreskin and collecting all the cream he
could.  AC put his finger to his lips, opened them and with the tip of
his tongue cleaned off the messy digit, getting all the precum and, to
his delight, smegma.

"Mmm...tangy.  There was a load of cheese in there, Billy boy.  Someone
needs a shower..." AC said and then saw Billy's entire face turn red.
He started panting and moaning and squirming around.

"Oh shit...I'm gonna cum, AC!" Billy said biting his lip.  AC tried to
move his head under the table, but it just wasn't possible, or
comfortable.  Thinking fast, AC did the only thing he could think of.
He grabbed his water glass, drained the rest of it and then stuffed the
raging head of Billy's cock into it snugly.  Then with slow and steady
jerking motions, AC milked Billy's cock as best he could, his hand not
able to quite fit around the entirety of Billy's huge penis.  Within
seconds, Billy was filling his cup, the flood of semen rocketing into
the glass.  Pretty soon, the glass was full and Billy was still going.
Panicked, AC made Billy drink the other glass of water and then
switched glasses.  Billy filled the second glass about half way before
he leaked his last shot of cum out and sighed.

"Holy shit, Billy!"

"Sorry, I haven't cum in like three weeks," Billy confessed, panting.
AC and Billy just sat there, staring at the one-and-a-half glasses of
hot semen before them.  AC shrugged and took the big glass, opening his
mouth to accept the warm love juice into his body when he saw Billy
staring at the half glass and pouting.  AC poured the glasses back and
forth so that they were even and then gave one glass to Billy.  They
looked into each others eyes and smiled as they clinked glasses,
drinking the hot load of cum like milkshakes, the warm fuck sauce
coating their throats as it slid down their gullets, filling their
hungry bellies.  AC licked his glass clean with his tongue and finger.
Billy chuckled as AC grabbed Billy's glass and repeated the process.

"That is the fucking hottest thing I have ever seen," Billy said,
salivating.

"We've got some rice to eat," AC said, nodding to the cum-covered
saffron rice at the end of the table.  Billy slid the plate over, took
a heaping spoonful and stuck it in his mouth, his tongue supporting the
underside of the spoon as it slid in, devouring the jizz rice hungrily.


"Mmmmm, taste good?" AC asked.

"Uff couff ud duff.  Wan shum?" Billy said with a full mouth, offering
another helping to AC.  AC took Billy's hand and lead the spoon to his
mouth, eating the sticky rice off, enjoying the flavor of the rice and
the texture of the sauce as it slid down.

"I've honestly never cum that much.  I'm actually feeling kind of light
headed," Billy said and slumped back in the booth, resting his back
against the wall and sticking his legs the length of the booth.  AC
followed suit, not sure what that amount of cum would do to his
digestive system.  Eventually, Jay returned to take their order.  They
decided on the lamb dish and dates for dessert, but beneath the table
throughout their meal, AC teased Billy with his stocking feet, rubbing
his thick cock beneath his shorts.

"That was tasty," Billy said, rubbing his tummy.

"So were you," AC said, rubbing the hair on Billy's forearm
affectionately.  Billy picked up AC's hand and kissed it gently.  AC
smiled.  Billy was so sweet, both in actual taste and demeanor.

"Why?" AC asked.

"Why what?"

"Why did you pick us?  Dick and I?"

"What do you mean?"

"Billy, you're like a god...it's like all the gods in the pantheon got
together and made you.  You're amazing in every possible way...you
could have had anybody at camp that summer.  Anyone of those guys gay
or straight would have been happy to worship your body, at least on
some level. So why us?"  Billy stared at his hands a bit, thinking.
Finally he spoke:

"You know...I think it was probably a combination of lots of things.
You and Dick are first of all just fucking hotties!  Your swimmer build
and Dick's soccer body just make me bone so fuckin' hard.  And then you
two were so sweet and comfortable with each other, good pals but not
exclusive.  You were both so open and warm with everyone on all the
teams, not just swim and soccer.  Mostly though?  It was because I
could see myself with one or both of you for a real long time. Together
and, ya know...in love," Billy said, his eyes moist with emotion.  Ac's
eyes misted in kind and he smiled, resting his hands in Billy's.

"That's so beautiful, Billy.  You know, I have sort of a confession," AC
said, his mind searching for the right way to say it. "Beyond Dick and
I telling each other all of the dirty, nasty things we wanted to do
with your body, once we got to know you?  It was like...we both
wanted...we both said at one point 'God, I wish I could have Billy
Batson's kids' and the funny part is: I was serious and so was Dick.
You had it all, charm, personality, generosity, and gentleness...I know
that Dick and I are sort of together in our own way, but I think we'd
be together with you if you wanted it that way.  I'm not sure what
that'd do to your reputation, but..." Billy cut AC off.

"You know what?  At this point I don't even care!  The way I see it the
team needs me..." Billy began.

"Oh AND humble," AC interjected, rolling his eyes.  Billy gave AC a
look.

"They won't kick me off the team is all I'm saying and I can't lose my
scholarship for that kind of thing...can I?"

"Um, depends on who the scholarship is from..."

"Magnum," Billy grinned.

"Trust Billy Batson to be the only man on campus sponsored by an extra
large condom company," Ac said, putting his face in his hands.

"What say we go use a few, hmmmm?" Billy said, grinning wickedly.  AC's
sweet pink hole twitched hungrily at the thought.

"Check please!"

***

As always let me know what you think.  I'd like to thank all of those
who have taken time out to e-mail me.  Your thoughts really help me
shape this story.

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