Date: Mon, 19 Aug 2002 14:35:22 -0400
From: rfsc48@hotmail.com
Subject: extracurricular-activities

What follows is a compilation of a number of stories posted on Nifty that
are all related. In your feedback to me, many asked what happened next or
what preceded the activity. I condensed and edited all these encounters into
one story. If you have an interest in any one section and want to read the
entire episode, write me and I tell you where to find it in the Archives.

From a very early age, I was only interested in playing with boys. At the
time, there was nothing sexual about my preference. As I matured, my
fondness for boys evolved, gradually. It began with me loving my own body
and then the bodies of other guys. Now as an adult, I still play with guys
exclusively. My initiation into a gay lifestyle was gradual. I didn't
realize what was happening until years later. My education into male to male
activities began in high school and was perfected during my college years.
My love of sports, was the forum in which I learned and perfected these
skills.
With the onset of puberty, hair stated to grow on my body which had
previously been completely bald. As I got older, hair grew around my groin
and armpits and eventually on my chest. But it didn't stop there it grew
every where. I loved my hairy body. In my senior year in high school, I
qualified for our school's swim team and was pretty fast, but not fast
enough. My coach gave me a lecture on streamlining my silhouette and least
resistance in the water and finally said that my body hair would have to go.
He said that he used to shave his buddies and they him so he had lots of
experience and would gladly shave me. But I had this problem, every time I
saw coach in his Speedos, I popped a boner. I didn't know what was going to
happen when I would be with him, naked. Coach said to hit the showers and
not to dry off when I was done. Once in the shower,
my soapy fingers instinctively curled around the cylinder of flesh hanging
between my legs and I started jerking off. I did it partly because I thought
it might keep me from springing a rod when coach came in to shave me, but
mostly I did it just because it felt so good, I couldn't resist. I stroked
my soapy dick until I splattered my youthful juices all over the tile wall
before me.
I turned off the water and called out to the coach to let him know that I
was ready. He came into the room wearing only a pair of gray gym shorts. He
said to relax and it'll be a piece of cake. I saw the can of shaving cream
in his left hand and a straight razor in his right. When he saw me flinch at
the sight of the razor, he told me that he had a lot of practice with it and
not to worry. He told me to trust him, stand still and not to fidget. He
knelt in front of me, spread lather in his hand and coated a leg from ankle
to crotch. He deftly glided the razor up and down my leg. As the blade made
a swipe, I could see globs of lather studded with hair wash down the drain.
He did the other leg. He told me to turn around and he proceeded to do the
same to the back of my legs. Then he told me to lean forward on the tile
wall while he did my ass. It was bad enough when he shaved the backs of my
thighs, but when he lathered my ass checks and told me to hold them open
while he lathered up my crack, that was it, I lost it completely. I popped a
hard-on that wouldn't stay down as much as I wished it to go away. After my
cheeks and crack were completely hairless, coach told me to turn around so
he could do my front. I hesitated but he said that would not be necessary.
He said that he had seen my cock hang down when he started to shave but not
when he finished so he knew that I had a hard-on. He told me not to be
ashamed and that it was perfectly natural. I slowly turned around. My dick
almost poked him in the eye as I did. He didn't react only backed away a
little and proceed to divest me of my pubic bush. When my crotch area was
clean, he told me to jut out my groin so that he could shave my balls. He
said that he would stretch the skin which would make the process go
smoother. Precum dribbled out of my slit. Without batting an eye, coach
leaned forward and licked off the droplets. Then he told me to go to the
other room and lay on the table. He smeared lotion over my shaved areas
saying that it would help soothe and prevent a rash. He oiled my back and
then told me to flip over. I lay on my back with my dick sticking in the air
like a flag pole. Coach said he had special treatment for my more sensitive
areas. He lowered his mouth over my raging dick and gave me the first blow
job I ever had thus far in my young life. Coach and I became inseparable. I
had a regular appointment with my barber to keep the hair on my head trimmed
and also with the coach to keep my body trimmed and smooth. What a guy won't
do to improve his sport's skills! Coach was the only guy that I ever did
anything sexual with. I loved it, but was too chicken to try getting
together with anyone in my hometown.
My chance to expand my circle of male encounters became possible when I left
home to attend
Indiana University in Bloomington, Indiana. But I didn't know how to go
about it. Gay guys were labeled as 'fags' and weren't accepted into popular
groups and I doubted if I would find other guys who felt as I did; or so I
thought. When I was a freshman at IU, I lived on in a dorm that was mostly
freshman. My roommate, Chad, was a nice guy. The first month or so of school
we really got along great, but then he had a girlfriend who lived in an
apartment off campus, so he rarely spent much time in our room. I had
fantasized about us getting together, enabling me to explore my desires in a
safe place. Except for Chad, I really didn't have any friends on the floor.
Most of the guys were complete asses. They walked around the halls cursing
and belching and for some reason didn't seem to understand how to flush a
toilet in the floor's communal bathroom. They were real jerks, but none of
them had gone out of his way to hassle me.
I was in a deep sleep in the middle of the night, when someone knocked on
the door. I thought it was Chad, so I shouted "Come in," from my bed. But
the knocking continued, so in a pissed voice I yelled "Come in!" The door
was unlocked, but no one came in. So groggily, I got up out of my bed and
opened the door.
As the door swung open, I saw Anthony. Anthony lived across the hall
"Hey, Anthony."
"Oh. Hi," he said as if he hadn't noticed me open the door. "Is Chad here?"
"No. Sorry."
"You awake?" he asked. .
"Yeah, I am now! I was cramming for finals, and said what the shit I'll
never get this and went to bed."
"Sorry to have waken you, but since you're up, want some company
"Sure." Before I could motion for him to enter my room, he walked past me
and flopped himself down on my bed. I sat down on my chair, facing him. He
was laying with his elbows propping him up on the bed. His legs hung over
the edge, spread open in a V. He was still hard because there was this large
mound in his crotch.
"Man, am I tired," he moaned.
"You should go to bed."
"I can't," he said.
"You can't?"
"No." He sat up more, leaning over, resting his hands on his thighs. He
looked down at me, still sitting on the floor in front of him. "See, I got a
problem."
"Problem?"
"Yeah. I can't get to sleep without getting off."
"What are you gonna do?" I asked. I was hoping that he would ask me to give
him a blow job. Coach had gone done on me many times, but I never blew
another guy. My cock was growing in my pants.
"Well... everyone says you're a faggot, Bob. Will you suck it or what? Do
you want my cock, faggot?" I nodded, licking my lips. "Well, get to work. I
need to shoot my load."
I took his cock into my mouth and sucked the cum from his balls.
After his orgasm subsided, I began to pull off his cock, but his hands
caught me. He laughed. "What's the rush, man? You love that cock. Take your
time. Just let it sit there. Yeah. Like that." He stroked my hair gently as
I knelt in front of him. The head of his softening cock was resting on my
tongue. "You're a good cock-sucking faggot. Did you have fun?" I nodded.
"What? Speak up, slut." "Yes. I loved it. I love sucking your cock." He
smirked. "Good thing. I'll see you tomorrow night." I saw Anthony for a
while until he got tired of me and found someone else. But I was hooked on
guy sex. Coach had taught and serviced me. Now I had serviced another guy. I
was pleased with myself.
At Christmas vacation time, I had gone home to visit my parents and see my
best friend, I was prepared to tell him exactly what was going on in my
life. Ronnie I knew would be cool with it. We had no secrets between us.
Ronnie spent his days at the beach, working as a lifeguard. He was your
typical California surfer, a perfect blonde hunk. That Saturday night we
were sitting around his place. He was home alone. His parents went out to
dinner and his sister was on a date. After we drank almost a case of beer
between the two of us, I was feeling good and it was then that I said,
"Ronnie, I have to tell you something." He smiled and said, "Sure, guy,
whatever." "Ronnie. I'm Gay." "No way! Not you! Did something happen in
school. I mean one thing doesn't mean..." I interrupted him. "I'm gay. I'm
sure." He remained silent. Finally I asked, "So, what do you think?" He
answered in a low, quiet voice, "Can't you tell?" I answered, exasperated,
"No! Tell me!" "Look at my shorts." I looked; I didn't see anything. He
continued, "I've had a fantasy for a long time about making it with you or
Robby. I want you to prove to me that you're really gay. I want you to do to
me whatever gay guys do to each other." I looked at his shorts again. Now I
saw it. A big, hard cock was just poking its head out from under the
material. I couldn't believe it. Ronnie, Mr. Super Straight Guy had a
fantasy for me. I got right down on my knees in front of him and ran my
hands up and down his thighs. He gave out a little moan as his cock jumped
around in his shorts. It was not content to just lay along side his leg any
longer. I grabbed his shorts by the waistband with both hands and yanked
them down while he lifted his ass to off his seat to help. I slurped his big
cock into my mouth and took him as far down my throat as I could. I wanted
to please Ronnie like he'd never been pleased before. I played with his
balls as I stroked his cock with my lips. I soon felt him swell and then
heard him moan as he dumped load after load of his hot cum into my
suctioning mouth. I didn't miss a drop, even when he started to pump his
cock deeper as he held my head in his hands causing the last spurts to
bypass my mouth and go directly into my stomach. As we cooled down we heard
his front door open. His sister was home so we quickly composed ourselves
and promised to continue getting together. I'm so lucky to have such an
understanding friend!
So by that time, I had experienced different sexual activities with three
guys. But I wanted more.
In my Sophomore year, my new roommate, Frank, and I went to a frat house for
a keg party. We stayed for about four hours. We drank a lot. One of the
brothers drove us back to our dorm because we were pretty blitzed. We piled
into the car. We were barely out of the parking lot when I noticed roomie
was all slumped down in the seat, snoring. When we reached our dorm, we got
out of the car and carried him inside, tossing him on his bed.
The other guy left and I was left alone with a snoring hot roommate. I sat
on his bed and pulled down his zipper again, no reaction. I wanted to taste
his precum-dripping cock so leaned over and took his dick in my mouth. Damn,
it felt awesome sucking on his cock. I kept sucking on him until he shot his
load in my mouth and on my tongue. It didn't take too long. I sat back up,
pulled my own dick out and wanked off, lubing my dick with his sperm which
was dripping out of my mouth. It didn't take me long, either. I waited until
his dick went limp, and tucked it back inside his trousers. I thought I had
heard him mumble something. I was caught, I thought, but then heard him
snoring again. I put myself back together. I showered, brushed my teeth and
crawled into my bed.
Next morning I found him sitting up in his bed looking bewildered. He said
that he was sorry that he had zonked out after leaving the party. He was
trying to remember a dream he had had, but couldn't bring it to mind. I
said, don't worry about it and reminded him that there was another keg party
the following weekend at Tri Dells.
He said that he was looking forward to going. So was I!!!
Frank and I had become good friends. We were inseparable good buddies, where
you saw one, you saw the other. Although, I had sucked him off why he was
out, we never openly did anything together. This changed during hell week.
We both pledged the same frat house. It was about midway through the week;
all of us pledges were exhausted from doing pointless physical labor all day
and military-style calisthenics early every morning. One night after being
forced to participate in drinking games by the frat bothers, we flopped down
drunk on sleeping bags in the basement of the house. Before we passed out,
we complained to each other about the treatment we were being subjected to.
We both agreed that brother Scott, the pledge master, was a complete and
utter asshole, that Brother Smith would one day get his for making us
pledges walk down to the Student Union and back wearing nothing but diapers
and baby bonnet, and that Brother Jones was indeed hung like a horse. We had
heard rumors of his size but didn't believe them until we saw him strutting
back to his room after his shower; towel flung over his shoulder. We were so
engrossed in our description of his endowments that we got pretty aroused
and before we realized it, were sharing the same sleeping bag with our hands
wrapped around each other's cocks, jacking each other with total abandon.
"You know, I wasn't really passed out when you sucked me off after the keg
party. I'd like to return the favor." The enormous amount of beer that we
drank certainly caused us to loose our inhibitions. But then we stopped what
we were doing at the very same instant and stared at each other in the dark.
We questioned why we were doing this and counted all the various ways that
we could get into trouble if someone discovered us together. In unison, we
said fuck it and continued. Months of restraint gave way to the hottest sex
either of us had experience up to that point in our young lives. We kissed.
We licked. We rubbed. We humped. We sucked each other off. When we finally
came up for air, we realized we didn't give a shit what the rest of the
house thought about us and finally fell asleep in each other's arms,
sleeping soundly the rest of the night. With Frank, I was up to four and
counting.
That fall, I made the Varsity basketball team. We had just won our last
game, which put us in the regional Finals. We were thrilled, to say the
least. As we got into the locker room, we all started to strip heading for
the showers.
We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all
craved a cold shower. I got to my locker and Chad my ex roommate was right
next to mine . He was one of the hottest jocks on the team and was standing
before me in nothing but his jockstrap. He slammed his locker shut and
headed to the showers. I walked behind him, admiring the view from behind.
He stepped into the already full shower and pulled off his jock. He exposed
a 7-inch soft cock that had been sucked by half the guys in the school, I
later found out. He was soaping himself down, when I became brave enough and
walked up to the shower next to him.
He looked at me and smiled. I took off my jock and tried my hardest not to
get a hard on. Too late! Chad did not seem to notice and started to rub his
soap-suds-covered hand between his ass cheeks. The site of him caused my
boner to fully harden and I knew I'd better leave before I came right there.
I had toweled off and was putting on my briefs, when something touched my
ass. Startled, I turned around, there was Chad standing behind me. He saw my
bulging dick in my jockeys. I knew he would have something to say about
that. All of a sudden he moved close to me and we were kissing. His tongue
went down my throat and I just let it happen.
As we were kissing, he was pulling down my underwear, and massaging my ass
cheeks. He laid me down on the bench and he knelt down beside me. He took my
balls into his mouth and I felt them filling with cum, ready to burst out.
He moved slowly to my cock, nibbling and sucking like an expert. He lifted
my sagging balls and started to rim my ass.
He slid his tongue right into my virgin hole as my body tightened. I asked
him to fuck me. When I opened my eyes he was already pulling out a condom
and lube from his locker. He seemed to have come prepared. After donning his
helmet and greasing his lance, he guided his thick dick into my "glory hole"
and started fucking me nice and slow. I felt his cum burst into the condom
filling the reservoir tip and squeezing out the top. I also climaxed and
started to spew cum all over my chest.
He licked up half of it, and rubbed the rest onto his washboard chest. I
pulled myself up to give him a sloppy kiss and then slid my head down his
body to reciprocate the pleasure that he had given me. If only I had known
about this secret of his when we were roommates, things would have been much
different. That was five and counting.
When I was a Junior, I really enjoyed the wonders of living in my fraternity
these past two years with about 50 guys, l8 to 23 years of age, at the prime
of their sexual allure, most horny as hell
all their waking hours. As most young men do, they usually dressed in
minimal clothing, the better to admire their physiques whenever they passed
a mirror. And horny guys in same-sex housing frequently turned to the most
easily available body-to-body contact available. Most often, the impromptu
wrestling match was used to alleviate our pent-up frustrations.
I shared a room with Robby. Our room was near the floor's communal shower.
About six weeks into the semester, I got out of bed to take a leak. When I
entered the john, I recognized Robby's voice humming to himself in the
shower. Robby liked to shower very late, just before turning in for bed; and
he liked to take very long showers. I often joined him in these showers,
which gave us time for extended, idle conversation on topics of mutual
interest, and I had carefully avoided
too-soon introducing the topic of wrestling before we had a chance to get to
know one another. As gorgeous as Robby was, especially naked under the hot,
steamy flow of water, I'd always managed to keep my cool. But I was feeling
particularly horny this night and so threw caution to the wind. I invented a
story about how much a friend and I in our high-school days had
enjoyed wrestling matches in a grassy field near where we lived.
Interestingly, he said he'd never had an experience like I described, but
seemed intrigued by the idea.
"I'm game if you are, let's wrestle!"
" OK, you're on. But, remember the rules, anything goes, to submission?"
"Everything goes!" After a moment rearranging the furniture, I was facing
him and he me. The air was electric with our energy. We both knelt down
about two feet from each other. He reached out for a headlock at the same
moment so did I. We had our faces pressed firmly next to one another and
were grinding and straining to each pull the other over. Since we were
pretty evenly matched in strength and weight, neither of us went down right
away. I wanted to test his willingness
to use illegal tactics, but I didn't want to be the one to initiate the
first dirty move. But our deadlocked headlocks persisted until I could hold
off no longer. I grabbed his hair with my right hand and yanked him over in
one quick move. Robby was now on his back, I on my was beside him, on my
back, as well. With one arm still squeezing my head, Robby used his other
arm to push hard against my chin in an effort to break the headlock I held.
I grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his neck and pulled it tightly to me.
Now I could rest, holding him pinned down and tightening the headlock. Or so
I thought. He wrenched his arm free, grabbed my hair and yanked me off
balance, just enough that I lost control and he flipped over atop me,
grabbing my neck with one arm, my right arm with his right arm, his whole
body stretched prone on top of mine. Which meant, of course, his prick was
lying right on top of my ass. As I squirmed and struggled he tightened his
legs about mine and I was sure I detected a stiffing of his cock from the
friction our bodies were creating. I knew for sure that my cock was
hardening against the rug
beneath me. After two minutes of this struggle, Robby asked if I was ready
to give. "Fuck no!" I said. For although the hold was discomforting I was
too much enjoying our positions, and in fact I then began to earnestly
thrust my ass up and down to excite his prick. "What are you doing?" he
asked. "Trying to break the hold by any means I can" I replied. "So you
think if you can get me to cum, it'll weaken me enough for you to break the
hold. That really is a dirty tactic!" "You agreed to anything goes": "Well,
what you don't know is I can stay hard for a long period of time without
cuming." "How long?" "Let's find out." With that he started to hump me while
keeping his grip as tight as possible. I began to thrust up, faster and
faster rhythm. After a couple of exquisite minutes I noticed he was
lessening his grip on me, but I hadn't felt him climax. I seized the
opportunity, flung him off, and quickly came around and jumped atop him. We
were now facing one another, chest to chest, cock to cock. I stopped all
motion and stared down at him. "You didn't cum, did you?" "No, but I almost
did, which is why I started to let go. I don't want this match to end so
quickly, I knew if I stayed on you like that another minute I'd shoot my wad
and the fun would be over." "Not necessarily, Robby. Can't you imagine
cuming once, then building
back up again toward a second shooting, and a third?" "Well, maybe." "Let's
find out something right now. How far are you willing to test your limits?"
"Pretty far, I think" "And it's turning you on, right?" "You got that
right!" "Okay, let's keep this position we're in right now for as long as we
can, our cocks together, our legs intertwined. We each have two hands for
administering pleasure. While our groins grind into one another, let's see
how much creative pleasure our two hands can inflict on each other. Nothing
held back." Nothing was held back, we both came twice.
Spring Break of my senior year was quite an experience for me, this year. I
was supposed to go to Canada with two friends over the break but our flight
was cancelled at the last minute so the travel agency gave us our money
back. We took the cash and went the lake and partied for two days. It was
bad weather so even the lake was messed up but we met some cool guys and
hung out in our cabin. My best friend, Bill left with a dude he met and the
other two guys had to go back to campus, so it was just me and Steve left.
We were going to go back to Bloomington the next day and then drive up to
see some friends in Chicago as soon as we could. . We had beer and Seagram's
and some weed so we were kicking back and watching TV. It was cool but we
wanted to be doing more. We smoked quite a bit of weed and were pretty
buzzed. We were talking about all kinds of stuff. The conversation got
around to sex and I told him what all I did and he told me some stuff that
he had done on campus. The cabin we were in was the other guy's brothers
place. He had a reputation on campus as a real sex hound. So we started to
look around to see if there were any porno tapes or mags. We found a shoebox
in the kitchen and it had a bunch of tapes inside but they didn't have
labels. So we just popped one in to see what it was. The first tape was
straight sex. It was ok but we fast forwarded it to the end. Tape #2 was a
bunch of chicks having sex, so we watched that one! Both of us were throwing
boners while we finished our beers. The next tape was a home-made looking
one and it was a guy about our age who we had seen around campus. He was on
a bed jacking off. We made fun of his little dick and fast forwarded through
his solo. Then the same guy was naked on his stomach with his hands tied
behind his back.
Before I knew it Steve leaped over and tackled me and we rolled on the
floor. We were both laughing and then he pinned my hands and said that he
was serious! I got really hard so that my boner poked right through the slit
in my boxers. Steve got up and took off his t-shirt and tied my hands behind
my back. I didn't resist. He pulled down my boxers and my cock slapped
against my stomach. My heart was racing so fast. I couldn't even talk. He
started to jack me and he was jacking off himself. I closed my eyes and just
enjoyed the rush. After a while, I felt by balls swell and I knew I was
going to cum so I let it fly! I shot all over Steve's hand and myself and
then I just fell back. He untied me and wiped up all the jizz with his
t-shirt. It's funny but I was just so relaxed. Steve then got on his knees
and jacked off onto his cum stained t-shirt while I watched. It was funny
but I didn't feel weird at all. After he shot we both just looked at each
other and just laughed. We got dressed and got something to eat.
When Bill got back, we packed up and drove back to campus. Steve and I
haven't talked about that night since but every time we meet, we look at
each other and smile. That was the first time that we ever did anything with
each other, but it wasn't the last!!!
After graduation, I moved back home. Staying with my folks was a real drag.
One of my classmates from my home town had been at the park near my house
and told me some stories about what went on inside. I wanted to find out for
myself if what he told me was true, so I told mom that I would be gone for a
few hours having fun at the park. "Enjoy yourself, dear".
I intended to do just that. When I got to the park, I headed straight for
the men's room. I noticed guys going in and out of it. I chickened out at
first, but just thinking about what my friend had said about this place,
gave me a hard on and I was going to jack off in the bushes. Then I thought
more about the men's room and decided to go it. When I walked in the door, I
noticed a couple of guys moving quickly, getting into a stall together. They
didn't bother to close the door. I didn't look at them but went over to the
urinal and started to piss and jack off slowly. Then out of the corner of my
eye, I saw a guy on his knees in front of another guy who was sitting on the
toilet. They saw me looking at them and they moved to the side so I could
see
their actions better. The guy on his knees had the seated guy's cock in his
mouth and his head was bobbing up and down.
My dick was getting hard from watching them. The sucking sounds got louder
and the guy getting sucked motioned for me to come over to him. As I walked
over, the other guy got up from his knees and came out of the stall. He
leaned against the doorway and winked at me as he was jerking his cock which
hung out of his jeans. I thought, what the hell, I was about to cum from
watching them and jerking myself anyway, so I walked over to the guy who was
getting a blow job. His friend knelt down in front of him again and
continued to give him head. When I got closer, the seated guy reached out
and pulled my cock to his face and started to suck it. The guy kneeling
reached up and fondled my balls and ass.
I remember how great it felt. This was my first blow job from a stranger. I
was thinking about the buddy at school and totally enjoying all the action
that these guys were giving me. I moaned and shot the biggest load of cum I
think I have ever shot. That guy sucking me swallowed every drop. I bent
over double I was so exhausted because I came and came and came. My dick
started to get a little sore, because this guy was pulling on it with his
lips like a vacuum. I had to push his head off and said "thanks, a lot".
That was lame, I know, but I was always told to say
thank you whenever anyone ever gave me anything. I pulled up my Levis and
stuffed my still hard dick into my shorts and left.
When I got back home, mom asked me if I had fun at the park. I said, "it was
OK!"
You know what? Now I look forward to spending time with my folks, just so
I can visit that men's room and get sucked off.
With my tuition, I earned a Bachelor's in Business Administration. At the
same time, I also earned a Ph D in Male Sex Pleasures.