Date: Wed, 2 Jun 2010 09:06:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Johnson <gayauthor88@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Life In College Part 1

The following story is pure fiction. I guess it's all just a fantasy of
mine but a fun one nonetheless.

My Life In College

	Hi, my name is Mitch Weiss. I'm from a suburb close to New York
City. I spent my life before college doing things I love. I started
Brazilian jiu jitsu when I was 15 and guitar when I was 17. I figured out I
was gay in high school and my parents didn't seem to mind. They are a
pretty liberal couple. I also lifted weights pretty regularly and in
combination with the bjj I was pretty well built. If you ever want to get
really good in bed, learn this sport. Nothing shows you how to fuck better
than the art of physically making guys do what you want them to do.
	I am now a sophomore in college. I joined a fraternity my second
semester freshman year. No one cared in the fraternity that I was gay. As
long as I was fun to hang out with, that's all that mattered. I lived in a
double on the second floor of the house. My roommate spent most his time at
his girlfriend's single so it was as if I almost had one.
      My fraternity was the one that was pretty open to everything. We had
every type of group you could imagine from those who spent all their time
lifting to those who spent their entire time smoking weed. Most guys in the
fraternity were even a combination of more than one group. Honestly, it's
what I like about it. Because of this, we had pretty good parties. All
different types of people would show up and we were always
welcoming. Occasionally you had some dick wanting to take advantage of
this, but other people in the fraternity put a check on them pretty
quickly.
      My sex life in the house was pretty good. When we had parties I would
go downstairs after pre-gaming with some of the guys and survey the
basement. I would usually find someone who was eyeing me, approach him,
engage in some conversation, invite him up to my room, and then fuck
him. Pretty simple. The school itself was small (about 6,000 undergrads),
so I ended up having some regular hookups showing up to the house when they
wanted.
      One night, we were having one of our open parties where there isn't a
theme but people just show up and have fun. Another fraternity not to far
away was having a big party and we were getting a lot of spill over. I was
decently drunk wondering around, hanging out with different groups of
people, and having fun. I went downstairs and saw my freshman roommate
grinding pretty hard with some girl on the dance floor.
      This guy was pretty hot by the way. He was a little shorter than me
but really muscled from being on the rugby team and had a really cute
boyish face. As freshman, he knew I was gay and would still bring girls
back with him when I was sleeping and just fuck them in front of me (on his
bed of course). I would wake up and quietly jack off under my cover to his
tight ass cheeks pumping up and down.  Why the hell would I complain and
why shouldn't I jack off if he isn't trying to hide himself? Here he was in
front of me, clearly hard, making out and dry humping the shit out of this
girl, and well I got hard. Every memory I had just came back. I had to
leave. It was too much for me to watch.
      I went upstairs and to the main floor and chatted it up with some
people.  There were none of my regulars around tonight and I didn't see any
new guys around that I could hook up with so I gave up after another hour
and headed upstairs. I walked on to the second floor and I saw my freshman
roommate (forgot to mention his name was Eric) in the hallway. He was alone
so I went up to him and said hi. His eyes were pretty glazed over and I
could smell a good amount of alcohol.  He just lifted his face toward mine
with the cutest little smile showing he was pleasantly fucked up. We talked
for a little while then he asked me if I had a beer. I invited him in to my
room.
      We get in there and I throw on my mood lighting because I don't
particularly enjoy bright lights late at night. I reach in to the fridge
and pull out two natty ices.  We sit on my bed and start drinking and
talking. I turn on the tv (South park) and we alternate between talking and
watching it. After about 10 minutes, I realize we are both wide-awake and
less drunk than I thought. I ask him if he wants to smoke a bit and he
agrees. I pack a small bowl. And we just relax and smoke it gently.
      Being a mix of stoned and drunk, I can't help noticing his
body. We're sitting up against my wall on my bed with the tv across from
us. I look down and admire his flat stomach outlined by his t-shirt. My
eyes move back to Eric's face and looking at me he passes me the bowl. He
probably noticed but it didn't seem to bother him. I take another hit and
blow it in his direction. Making him take the smoke to his face made me
feel like he was mine. I pass it back to him and I stare as he takes a hit.
Sometimes it's really hot watching a guy smoke. You noticed all the small
movements as his lungs inflate - his chest expands, his arms flex holding
the bowl up to his mouth, lips puckered on the piece, and as he exhales he
slowly becomes more laid back.
      The bowl finishes and we chill watching the rest of the show. One of
those infomercials starts with all those girls flashing their tits on
spring break. I left it on because I enjoyed knowing he probably was. We
started talking about our nights.
      "So what happened with you tonight?" Eric says to me.
      I smile, "nothing. Just hung out with people. A pretty typical
night. You?"
      "I was really close to getting laid."
      "What happened?"
      "I honestly don't know. We were both feeling it and then she just ran
out. Left me with the biggest hardon."
      "Ha, sorry man. I know how you feel I was looking to get off tonight
too but no one really around. Have you ever hooked up with this girl
before?"
      "Yeah, she's great. It was just such a huge let down. I was so ready
to get in that again."
      I love it when guys talk like this; it always get's me hard. In fact
my dick was already more than halfway there. I notice Eric reach down and
tug at his jeans massaging his hardening dick through his pants while
watching the girls on tv. I wanted to jump on him there.
      "Could I ask you a question just between us and I'm serious when I
say that," Eric says hesitantly.
      "Yea, sure."
      "How are guys at giving head?"
      I knew from what I saw all freshman year he wasn't gay but was just
so horny he was considering the option. "Real good. Since they know what it
feels like, they know what to do to make it feel nice."
      "Have you ever given head to a friend who didn't want to give you
anything back?"
      "No. I need something, even if it's just a handjob." There was no way
I was about to suck this guy off for nothing in return. I understand he's
straight and really hot, but no. I can't just do that. I don't hate myself
like that.
      He was quiet for about a minute.
      "Ok."
      "Ok, what?"
      "You get me off the way I want and I'll get you off." I could tell he
was weirded out by this and desperate.
      "Lie down." I get up off the bed and he takes off his shirt and lies
down. I take off mine and then he pulls off his pants until he's in his
boxers and I do the same.  He's fully hard and so am I. I never noticed but
he has a really nice tattoo on the left side of his stomach, one of those
cheesy tribal ones but they still look amazing because they exaggerate his
core muscles. I straddle his lower legs and admire his body. Every muscle
is unbelievable. He had the smoothest skin covered in a light film of
sweat. I lower my face to one of his nipples and stick out my tongue.
      "Dude, that's not my dick."
      "Just relax," I tell him. He shuts up. I swirl my tongue around his
left nipple and look up at his face. He's just looking at the ceiling.  I
suck on it biting gently for a good minute. Feeling his body so close to
mines without tearing him apart was the biggest thing I have ever refused
myself. I felt his warmth radiating from the thick mass of muscle beneath
me. I inhale deeply taking in his scent. It's my favorite smell.  The smell
of a guy who spends his time at a gym and forgets to shower. Most people
find it gross. It gets me hard. Then I move to the next nipple. I really
want to spend as much time as possible on this guy and show him how he can
enjoy this. I hear small grunts coming from him as I do this. I guess I'm
doing a good job.
      I decide I want to get to his dick. I kiss my way down his
stomach. His arms are still awkwardly at his sides and his stomach
tightened like he's prepared for an attack. I pull his boxers down and his
dick pops up. It's a little over 5 inches but it's full. He's circumcised
and beautiful. I start my tongue at the base of his dick and lick up the
bottom of the shaft to the head. He shudders. I do this one more time
before taking it into my mouth. He gasps a little when I do this. I can
taste precum covering his dick from grinding the girl earlier.
      I look up his body seeing the bumps in his abs morphing into his
broad chest.  This is one of my favorite views watching chest expanding as
he takes deep breaths.  I slowly bob my head taking in his dick massaging
the bottom of his shaft with my tongue. I wrap my left hand around the base
and cup his balls with my right hand.  He begins to relax. He puts one arm
behind his head exposing his armpit and the other on the hand on the back
of my head. I can tell he is looking down at me now but I don't want to
weird him out by meeting his eyes.
      "Fuck, you're good," he whispers. I loosen my grip on his shaft and
remove my hand from his balls. I take my mouth off his dick, push it flat
against his stomach and place one of his balls in my mouth. I suck on it
using my tongue on it ever so gently. It tastes a little salty from
sweat. I do this to his other ball for a little while until I decide to
push him further. I start licking his taint driving my tongue inward.
      "You were definitely right about guys knowing how to make it feel
nice," he says out of breath.
      "I want to try something. Just relax." I hate the idea of rimming a
guy and don't think I will ever do it but I don't mind playing with his
asshole still. I get up and grab a bottle of lube and a condom from my
drawer. I tuck the condom out of site and put some lube on my finger. I
push his legs up and get back to sucking his nuts and I slowly start
messaging his hole.
      "Dude, I don't know if this is ok."
      I say, "trust me." I gently slip in a finger curving it upward just a
tiny bit. I start pulling it out and putting it back in to a rhythm. I hear
him moan. After about a minute, I go to two fingers making sure there is
lube. Then three.
      "Fuck. How did you know I would like this?"
      "Everyone does... Can I try something bigger?" He nods. I get off the
bed and pull my shorts off. Once he realizes what I'm doing his eyes go
straight to the ceiling.  There is no way he would let me do this if he
wasn't as fucked up as he was but I was too so I didn't care. I tear open
the condom and roll it over my dick. I cover it in as much lube as possible
and pick up the towel that's on the floor and dry my hands off a bit. I get
on the bed and lift his legs up. He doesn't say a word and continues
avoiding looking at me. I slowly ease my way in and he takes a deep breath
holding it as his eyes squeeze shut tight. I'm smiling because I know this
is the first time he has down this.
      I go as slow as possible because I don't want to scare him off. After
what seems like forever, I'm finally deep inside my freshman roommate. This
is something I've been dreaming about for over a year now. Every muscle of
his is tightened up. His face is a mixture of enjoyment and disgust. I pull
out slowly until there's only an inch of me inside him. I continue back
in. He's surprisingly loose for a straight guy but tight nonetheless. I
pick up a slow rhythm while my breathing starts becoming labored. His eyes
are still shut tight but I can tell he's enjoying it from his moaning. He
has his hand grabbing the inside of his knees pulling his legs back for
me. His biceps, shoulders, and chest are all flexed and glistening.
      I decide I don't want to be so controlled anymore. I lean down so my
body is more on top of his and I begin pumping. My arms are flexed holding
me up onto of him while the inside of his knees are wrapped around my
shoulders. All those girls I watched him fuck and now I am fucking
him. This is easily one of the hotter moments in my life. My face on top of
his while his eyes shut and me pounding away, I had to try my hardest not
to cum. Both of our breathing was heavy and loud. I spit into my hand and
grabbed his still rock hard dick.
      "FUCK," he yells as I jerk him. His ass squeezes and his eyes burst
open as he grabs my back. His gaze sent me over the edge.
      "I'm cuming," I said out of breath directly to his face with our eyes
locked.
      "Me too." His cum shot up and covered his chest and abs. I felt my
load filling up the condom. I was still staring at his eyes when he began
to come down from the orgasm. He started to realize what was going on.
      "Get the fuck off me." He pushes me off of him into the wall pretty
hard. I laugh a little at how angry he is at me.
      "How'd you like your first dick?"
      "Fuck you faggot." I get up quickly and throw him into a submission
on the floor. His body hits the floor hard enough to cause him some pain. I
say with fury into his ear,
      "I am bigger, stronger, and faster than you are. Right now I could
fuck you again and this time make it hurt. Apologize." He trembles beneath
me,
      "I'm sorry," he whispers. I pick him up and throw him out my door
into the hall covered in his cum. I throw his clothes out after him and
slam the door. I love knowing how to do shit like that. People like him
never make that mistake in front of me again. Eric didn't come by to the
house much after that. I saw him around campus and he generally avoided eye
contact with me.

      The end.