Date: Thu, 6 Nov 2014 18:45:41 +0000 (UTC)
From: Father Goose <fathergoose420@yahoo.com>
Subject: College Fairy Tales: Chapter 2

College Fairy Tales
Chapter 2: Harry
By Father Goose (fathergoose420@yahoo.com)


Harry loved getting rimmed. There was nothing he wanted more in life than
to have his ass hiked high in the air, feeling some dude's tongue sliding
around his tight hole. Perhaps the only thing better was the moment just
when the tonguing stopped and the guy behind him straightened up, only to
press his dick against Harry's now ready and waiting hole.

Unfortunately, Harry was trapped. He had been confined to the top floor
attic space of his frat house. Harry was on the college rowing team, which
provided him with an excellent living situation off campus. It also meant
he kept in top physical form. He loved admiring the pronounced muscles of
his chest and abs in the mirror, his front side covered in a light down
that ran around to his butt and covered his legs.

Harry had hoped that frat life would be a little bit hotter, more like the
jerk off fantasies he'd concocted in his mind as a teenager. That would
have involved constant hazings in which younger members were told to suck
an older brother's dick, and orgy parties that ended in exhausted
pleasure. In reality, there was plenty of brotherly camaraderie without all
the porno situations.

Still, he like being a rower, even when it meant keeping his sexuality
hidden from his frat brothers. That didn't end up mattering much; he still
managed to get a good amount of tail with nary another person knowing.

As one of the more junior members of the house he didn't get first choice
on rooms. Which is why he was stuck in the barely-built crawlspace above
the tallest tower of the frat house's Victorian frame. Again, he was pretty
chill with it. His room contained a large pillow-stuffed bed, a few black
light posters covering the old wood, and enough pot, papers, and pipes to
keep him often stoned.

Best of all, he had an internet connection. Harry spent quite a few blazed
hours perusing the men-for-men section of Craigslist, finding other hot
dudes to hook up with around campus. Which is actually how he came to be
trapped. After getting his rocks off with a soccer player, he had crawled
home in the wee hours of the morning. The house president, Damon, had been
waiting in his room.

Damon should have been a sex god. He had beautiful green eyes, light brown
crew cut hair, and a body to kill for. Harry had taken to thinking about
Damon's cute ass, which he had seen many times in the showers, when he
jerked off. Problem was, Damon wasn't interested in sex. He was interested
in the rules. And in his stoner sex-focused mind, Harry had forgotten that
it was his turn to help clean the house.

Harry didn't like the punishment (maybe he'd been hoping it could have come
with a side of "get down on your knees") but accepted being grounded as
best he could. He lit up a joint and leaned back into a giant pillow.

Damon fun killer. That's what the other frat guys called him behind his
back. Harry thought about him as he sunk into the high. Damon was hardly
ever seen drinking and he definitely didn't smoke. He also didn't hook up
with a million girls like the other dudes. Maybe he was gay? That would
almost make sense, thought Harry, especially considering Damon's major
homophobia. It was the house president's discomfort that prevented Harry
(or anyone else for that matter) from coming out. But wasn't it always the
most closeted guys who secretly wanted to stuff two dicks in their ass?

Harry was starting to get himself all horned up with these thoughts. He
fired up the computer, bent on tracking down some good porn. But then he
had a better idea. Sure, he couldn't get a live cock in front of him, but
there was always the option of tele-jerking-off.

He searched for and found one of those free cam sites. It required a
username, which he set as HighTower, chuckling to himself. The website even
had an option for finding dudes nearby. He turned his webcam on his crotch,
and started idly pulling out his dick. Harry was one of those
shower-not-grower types; his cock was 10 inches both soft and hard. Right
now, it tangled down over the smooth silk sheets, just starting to wake up.

Harry got a ping. Prince723 wanted to join him for a stroke sesh. The user
was in his area and his same age, 20. Harry accepted the connection and the
window opened up in his browser.

Before him was a beautiful sight: A fat blunt next to a fatter dick. Harry
gave a cheer.

"Nice one, dude," he typed, showing off his own half-smoked joint.

"I could say the same," came the reply. "Damn, son, that thing is huge."

Harry smiled, his dick rising to a steeper angle. He asked if the other guy
wanted to pull back, so they could see each other's faces. Prince723
agreed.

The laptop in front of Chance (Prince723's real name) was pushed back,
slowly panning up his naked body. He was sitting cross-legged on a small
bed, his hard 9-incher in one hand. He had a healthy hippie natural fuzz on
his legs and crotch, and a cut physique from hiking and ropes courses at
the climbing gym. Harry liked his crooked smile, his stubble, the plugs in
his ears, and his mangy mop of hair. Chance, in turn, admired Harry's
well-toned rower's arms and the clean-cut frat boy look that contrasted
nicely with this obvious stoner.

The two boys smoked and stroked themselves for a while, exchanging
pleasantries over the website's chat function. Harry happened to mention
his love of ass licking.

"Getting or receiving?" Chance typed.

"Either way, it's a fucking fine thing," wrote Harry.

Chance agreed, pulling tighter on his dick. Damn, he would love to meet up
with Harry right now and get to know each other more intimately. Harry was
on the same wavelength, but he said he wasn't allowed to leave his room.

Chance clicked on his laptop's keys. "What are you, in high school?"

Harry laughed, and explained his situation. "I guess I could just fly the
coop, but I don't need to piss off my teammates even more."

Chance was now pretty rilled up with thoughts of Harry's cock pressed
against his cock as they rubbed themselves back and forth. He didn't want
to let this opportunity pass. "Harry, Harry, I need to get down on your
dick," he typed.

Harry laughed uncontrollably (it's probably funnier if you're stoned). Then
he watched as Chance pulled out his grinder and began to roll another
blunt. When Chance was done, he presented it to the camera. "This one is
for both of us."

"What are you going to do?" wrote Harry.

"I'll find a way to sneak in."

The cool night air sharpened Chance's mind. He had quickly pulled on some
sweatpants and one of those colorful sweaters that looks like its from
Machu Pichu. He had backed the blunt in his backpack and taken off to frat
house row. He was still pretty lit and, as he walked, not quite sure how he
was going to get up to meet Harry HighTower in person.

Luckily, Harry had come up with half a plan. Remembering what grounded kids
always did in those movies about high school, he had rolled up an extra
sheet, tied it to his duvet cover, and was slowly tipping both out the
window just as Chance came up. He waved down to the hot guy below and gave
a whistle.

Chance watched as the jury-rigged rope descended from the circular attic
window. Harry was about three floors above him, a pretty good distance. As
the rope fully unfurled, both boys realized this wasn't going to work. The
end of the duvet cover only came to the top of the first floor, several
feet above Chance's head. Damn, they both thought.

But Chance hadn't been rock climbing for years without learning a thing or
two. If he could get up on the window sill, it was possible he could reach
the rope. He clambered up, hoping there was nobody in the frat house living
room to see him. As he balanced, he thought, well, I've always wanted to do
parkour.

Harry watched as Chance stretched up, his fingers grazing the makeshift
rope he'd constructed. Chance caught it! After testing its strength, Chance
began to pull himself up. Nice technique, thought Harry as he held the
other end of the rope. He watched with awe as the clearly experienced
climber scaled up the side of the building.

Unbeknownst to both of them, Damon's window was right below Harry's. And
when he saw some hippie dude hiking past, Damon nearly blew up in a
rage. Damon knew that a team needed good discipline and leadership. Anyone
disobeying his orders was going to get cut. He watched Chance climb, his
eyes resting for perhaps a little too long on the outline of the boy's butt
through his cotton pants. That's when he saw something that sent him over
the edge: as the climber made it to the top, he kissed Damon's frat brother
right on the lips.

Gay dudes were sick in Damon's mind. With his moral upbringing, he knew
that such a lifestyle was deranged, which is why those guys were always
trying to convert you. He had to constantly be on guard to not fall for
some cute boy asking to suck his dick, or beg him to stick his ramrod cock
in their ass. That's what Father Ben had always told him (never mind that
Father Ben had been found last year deep-dicking a deacon). And Damon had
kept ever vigilant.

Even when the rowing team had made one of those hot videos where they all
strip down to fight cancer or something, Damon had controlled
himself. Sure, there was plenty of homoerotic butt grabbing and guys
whipping around their tools, but Damon had kept his eyes averted. He didn't
want to find his gaze traveling down the ripped body of one of this
teammates, settling his sights on their half-stiff dicks and imagining the
pleasure that could be gotten from feeling one of those beautiful cocks
down his throat.

Damon had to put a stop to Harry's unnatural excesses. He raged down the
hall and up the stairs, his mind focused on only one thing: preventing any
enticing boy-sex from going on under his roof. If any of the other brothers
found out about it, they might be inclined to check it out and see what all
the fuss was about.

He opened the door to Harry's room, only to start coughing. The attic space
was filled with a white haze of smoke, which smelled herbal. Damon waved
his arms around, trying to cut through it and get to the back of the
room. That's when he saw the hottest thing he'd ever witnessed in his
entire life.

Harry was on his bed, face down, ass up. His chest was pressed against the
sheets as he tried to hike his hole ever higher to meet the face of his
window lover, who was full-in between those fine cheeks. Harry was moaning
in a rapturous way, his eyes rolling up as his lover deep tongued his eager
ass. Both boys were completely nude and hard as hell, their sex instincts
gearing them up for an incredible session.

Damon stared, mouth agape and dick instantly bulging against his
pants. What was he supposed to do? And why did he feel so strange all of a
sudden? One part of his mind tried steeling itself. Gay guys are always
trying to show you how hot their sex was, and get you to join in. But now,
seeing the enthusiastic ass eating in front of him, Damon was starting to
wonder what the big deal was.

Harry looked up in a blazed bliss. Was the house president really standing
there staring at him and Chance and not saying a word? Or was Harry just
really fucking high? He motioned with his head for Damon to come
over. Almost as if he couldn't resist, Damon slowly padded toward the bed,
bringing his crotch just above Harry's head.

Harry gave Damon a it's-now-or-never look. "Whip is out, bro."

So whip it out Damon did, unleashing his enormous cock from its tight pants
imprisonment. "Shit!" cried Harry as he saw the beast emerge. Long and
thick it was, with a luxurious head peeking out from a taught foreskin.

Wasting no time, Harry got down on that dick, bringing the cockhead to his
lips. This was amazing. Not only did he have a fine friend putting a tongue
all over his slippery hole, now his super-closeted house president was
getting in on the action. He slurped the length of Damon's gargantuan dick,
feeling it fill up his mouth and throat. There was almost nothing that
could be better than this.

Chance had noticed the other guy come in. But, since he barely said
anything, Chance figured he must have been another one of Harry's sex
buddies. Dude was sexy and horny as fuck, so Chance paid him no mind,
keeping at the work of polishing Harry's rower ass.

"Jesus," said Damon, panting. "Oh fuck, oh fuck."

You think that's good, thought Harry, well then check this out. He gently
encouraged Damon to shuck his clothes so that his full naked body could
take in the pleasure that awaited. And then he spun Damon around, parting
his cheeks (like slabs of stone they were) and touching a wet finger to the
frat boy's hole.

Damon was somewhere beyond pleasure. He couldn't understand why he was
submitting to these fine feelings, finally giving in to the urges that he
had kept buried for so long. All he knew was that it felt incredible, and
he had to have more. When Harry's textured tongue made contact with his
ass, he sighed and gave in.

Harry dove straight into Damon's hole, giving it the tonguing it
deserved. He felt the frat president's body relax with each second that
passed, as shivers of ecstasy moved through Damon's body. Chance was so
taken in by the sight before him that he just had to move to the next
level.

He straightened up and pressed his cock against Harry's hole. "Fuck yeah,"
called Harry, taking a second from his worshipful enjoyment of Damon's
ass. He gladly accepted Chance's inches as they disappeared one by one into
his hungry chute.

Pretty soon, Chance was full up in Harry's ass, as Harry worked over
Damon's. Each boy was reaching rhapsodic levels of enjoyment, though I
might be most envious of Harry, who got to start off in the middle. He
could feel Chance's hard cock pumping away at his hole while simultaneously
getting down on the delicious (and practically forbidden) morsel in front
of him.

Chance gave a few deep strokes, and pulled out enough for a few shallow
ones. Harry's hot ass around his cock felt amazing. But he was getting the
itch now himself. He licked a finger and wriggled it up his own hole,
heightening his pleasure. After pushing himself back and frothier between
Harry and his hand, he had enough.

Damon was bent over getting the tonguing of his life. He could scarcely
imagine feelings greater than the ones he was now experiencing. Why had he
taken so long to accept the radical pleasure of boy sex? This was the
greatest thing ever and all he wanted now was more of it. Luckily, there
were sexy dudes around to provide.

Chance maneuvered his way under Damon, spreading his legs wide and reaching
them around the frat boy's toned body. "Fuck me, dude," he cooed at Damon.

Damon obliged. His gigantic cock was a bit of a match for Chance's firm
hole, but they managed. Chance wanted to experience every bit of that
massive tool, working it further and further into himself. Damon was soon
burying his cock into an amazing honeypot of enjoyment. His own pot-addled
brain was struggling to take in all the sensations he was getting: the
tight ass moving back and forth on his long dick, the wet tongue writhing
all over his hole, the hands running around places on his body that he had
never imagined could feel this good.

Harry saw how relaxed Damon had gotten. He wondered if this
no-longer-virgin could handle anything more. He wasn't sure, but he had to
try.

Harry straightened up and began to rub his hard dick against Damon's
ass. He pulled Damon's body in close, reaching around to circle those
little nipples with his fingers. He buried his face in Damon's neck,
kissing him as he bucked his hips in time with Damon's fucking of
Chance. Oh yeah, this guy was ready.

"I'm going to stick it in, man," he whispered in Damon's ear. He took the
grunt he received as an affirmation.

Damon felt that hard knob on his hole. It made his entire body
tingle. Almost without trying, the head slipped into his ass. The pleasure
doubled, and kept doubling further and further the farther Harry's cock
went in. Damon felt the dick in his ass, the ass around his dick, the
amazing mixing of completely new sensations.

Chance loved watching Harry work his way into this new inductee. From
below, he had the hot sight of two dudes going at it, Damon turning his
head to kiss Harry, grinding his hips back to get more cock. But a certain
emptiness took over him as Damon pulled completely out of his ass.

Damon couldn't control himself. The cock buried deep inside him was too
amazing. He wanted even more. Taking control of the situation, he removed
his dick from Chance's hot hole. Then he swing his hips forward, making
sure Harry followed along and didn't remove that incredible shaft from his
ass. He lowered his hole down so that Chance's head was now pressed against
it.

Chance could take things from there. Though it was tight, he wormed his
hardness into Damon's cock-stuffed ass. This guy really did want two dicks
up there. Damon's wonderful hole made room for the both of them. Both Harry
and Chance were on cloud nine, barely believing that this man had been a
cock-and-ass-virgin just earlier that night.

With both sticks deep inside him, Damon was ready. He felt his nuts
contracting, getting ready for the final pleasure. He jacked his own
massive cock, grinding down on the two within him. Pretty soon, he felt
it. The giant explosion of an orgasm made his body shake uncontrollably,
his cum geysering from his dick. It covered all three boys in a sticky
mess. Driven wild by this hot sight, both Harry and Chance simultaneously
achieved their own nut, filling Damon's hungry ass with seed.

All three boys damn near passed out from the pleasure. They settled down
into Harry's sheets, passing the pipe around one final time and then
cuddling to sleep.