Date: Thu, 3 Feb 2000 09:26:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Daddy Cprof <da1prof@yahoo.com>
Subject: pledge in panties #3 (gay, college)

The following contains consensual explicit sexual activity between young
adults males.  It is set in perfect world without the threat of death
hanging over this intimate act of sharing.  If you're out there and active
use a condom.  If you're under age, or this isn't your type of thing don't
read any further.

(That'll hold `em, yeah right)

Thanks for all the feedback from PinP#1&2.


Wayne grabbed his gear and headed for the gym.  In High School he'd run
track, but since coming to college he'd promised himself to get in
generally better shape.  At five foot seven he was hardly an imposing
sight.  Shoulder length dirty blonde hair that had a natural wave.  Well
proportioned shoulders for his size that tapered to an impossibly small
waist.

He slipped into his tank top and running shorts and made his way in the
fitness center.  The room was crowded with nautilus and pneumatic weight
training equipment.  He spent twenty minutes on the Stairmaster, then ran
through a complete nautilus workout.  Happy with the feel of his workout he
went into the free weight room to lift and work on some of his target
areas.  Two set of curls, another of reverses to strengthen and build his
arms.  Then to the bench and the military to thicken what he considered a
pitiful chest.

Half way through the sets his attention was wrenched toward the two guy
that entered the room.  One was his pledge master, Mark, the other a young
man he did not know.  The two of them went directly to work on the inclined
leg machine.  Wayne was already sweating, but the presents of these two
made it worse.  The fall semester had started cold.  He'd dreamed of seeing
his pledge master wearing less.  Now he was stretching, preparing for what
looked from the plates they where adding to the machine, to be a rigorous
work out.  He was wearing a blue pair of spandex biking pants, and a mid
drift tank top.  The other guy was in short running pants and mesh tee.

Mark did a slow series of squats then rose extending his leg to the top of
the curl machine with ease and grace.  As he completed the stretch he
repeated the actions on the other leg.  Wayne could feel his dick stirring.
He was glad he'd worn the baggy shorts.  Mark had filled his dreams since
before pledging started.  Wayne was a legacy, his father had pledged this
fraternity in the sixties.  When Wayne was deciding where to go to college
his Dad had brought him up to look over his alma mater.  The brothers had
treated their alumni to the weekend and Wayne had met Mark.

Mark squatted under the weight and grunted as he pushed it back up.  His
thighs pumped and expanded as he continued the slow reps.  Wayne's gaze was
riveted to his pledge master; to the taper of his thighs, to the way each
muscle group came to life; to the fact that the clinging material left
little to the imagination.  Mark must have worn a jock, for the package at
the juncture between the hard work thighs bulged but revealed little else.
Wayne's breath grew labored as he hefted the weight, he'd finished his reps
but he refused to give up his perfect vantage point.

All the while, Mark's lifting partner, watched Wayne.  He smiled at the
boys unbroken gaze., and chuckled as Wayne finally rose from the apparatus
and his erection became quite apparent.  Wayne moved on to bench.  He tried
to watch Mark, but this location it was far more difficult to be discreet.
When he finished his last bench set Mark noticed him.  He nodded and
smiled, then continued spotting for the other guy.

In the locker Wayne took his time.  He was done with classes for the day,
and he harbored a secret hope that Mark would finish and furnish him with
fuel to fire his fantasies.  Besides he didn't want to strip just yet.  His
erection would not ease, and although the locker room wasn't crowded, he
didn't relish the thought of showering hard.

He made his way to the toilet stall, thinking he'd relieve the pressure and
then get to the shower.  Rounding the corner that separated it from the
rest of the locker room he stopped dead in his tracks.  The boy that had
been lifting with Mark was there.  He was bent over the sink washing his
face.  Wayne put a hand to the wall and steadied himself.  He'd been
preoccupied with watching Mark, and hadn't really taken notice of this guy.
Stripped to his shorts he looked much younger than Wayne had first guessed.
His body was tight and well defined.  It lacked the mass that age would
provide, and was nearly hairless.


"Hullo," the boy said as Wayne was still trying to collect himself.

Wayne stuttered a greeting and awkwardly made for the stall.

"My name's Andy."

"aaaa, Wayne."

Andy had stepped in his way.  The space was relatively small.  His eyes met
Wayne's then slowly coursed down Wayne's body and lingered at his groin.
He smiled at the wet spot that was developing where Wayne's erect cock was
poking into his baggy shorts.

"In a hurry?" Andy asked.

"N-n-no, not really."

"Want to work up a little more sweat?"

"Ummm, sure," Wayne puzzled.

"C'mon."

Without thinking Wayne followed him.  They didn't return to the health and
fitness center, instead Andy led him through the University clubhouse where
the teams met and suited up for games.  They went down a back stair and
through an empty darkened gymnasium.  In a corridor behind the gym Andy
paused.  The hall was dark and warm.  Wayne's nervousness had returned.  He
wasn't sure where they were going, and he was even less sure why he was
following this stranger.

"W-w-where we headed?"

He could see Andy's smile in the dimly lighting.

"Well?"

Andy was nearly six foot.  He out weighed Wayne by at least thirty pounds.
Wayne backed away as he approached and quickly found himself against the
wall.

"Hey, um..., Andy...!"

Andy's hand closed around Wayne's hard cock.  He squeezed it hard and Wayne
shuddered and moaned.  Another spasm rocked Wayne's lithe form and Andy
smiled as he could feel the discharge through the material.

"Guess you were ready," Andy whispered in Wayne's ear.

"I, aaarrr, I..."

"Shhhh, its okay."

Andy opened the door and led Wayne inside.  Wayne's eyes adjusted to the
near darkness as Andy paused to lock the door.  The room smelled of stale
sweat and age.  It was small and cramped and filled with aging gym
equipment.  Andy pulled Wayne through a small space between two discarded
machines.  Then they crawled over a tall pile of mats.  Behind them was a
space approximately seven feet square.  It was lined with old gym mats and
a tackling dummy made up a back rest.

"Do you like to kiss?" Andy wondered.

"Huh?"

"Ya know, make out?"  Andy didn't wait for an answer.  He sank to his knees
and lowered Wayne's shorts the process.  Instinctively Wayne reached for
them but only found Andy's hands groping his legs.  The pouch of Wayne's
jock was soaked with his premature emission.  Andy leaned closer and sucked
the boy juice through the sweat stained material.  Wayne grew instantly
hard.

"Oh yeah," Wayne gasped squeezing Andy's hands.

Andy pulled back and lowered Wayne's jock.  A slim five inches of boyish
pride stood straight into the room from his cum soaked wisps of pubic hair.

"Ever done this before?" Andy wondered.

"Yes," Wayne groaned jamming his burning dick between Andy's lips.

He was fourteen when it happened; it lasted nearly eighteen months.  He'd
been hired by a new neighbor to cut the lawn.  The man was friendly, paid
him well, and what was best, treated him like an adult.  They grew familiar
throughout the spring, and Wayne learned that he could simply walk into the
house any time the door was open, and get himself a soda, or take a break.
He was on his way in to collect his pay one hot June day.  The air
conditioning made him realize how much he'd been sweating. Wayne dragged
off his tee shirt and used it wipe the sweat from his body.  He grabbed a
coke from the fridge and headed toward the den.  The television was on and
he wanted to get paid.  When he entered the room the picture on the tube
froze him in place.  He'd never seen porn.  The tee shirt fell from his
fingers.  Roger, his neighbor smiled at him and patted the couch.

The film was even more than Wayne expected.  In the next sequence there
were two men and a woman.  When the younger man began to suck the older
Wayne thought he'd be disgusted.  Instead his groin ached and precum
stained his shorts.  Roger had given up watching the screen; he was
watching Wayne.

"Do ya ever beat off?"

"Ya know,.. . sometimes."

"I was gonna,...so if ya wanna..."

Wayne looked over at Roger and watched as he began to lower his swim suit.
He allowed his hand to make the trip to his throbbing cock and slowly
stroked it through the worn denim.

"Wouldn't it be better if ya took it out?"

Wayne hesitated, then unbuttoned his shorts.  The cool air felt wonderful,
and he leaned back into the couch and began working himself toward bliss.
He froze when Roger's hand closed over his and eased him into a much slower
pace.

"Slowly, no need to rush."

Wayne shuddered and let his hand fall away.  The woman on screen had moved
off and was masturbating while the two men had moved into a sixty nine.
Roger lowered Wayne's cutoffs and spread his legs as he slid from the couch
to his knees.  He engulfed the young boys cock, and Wayne stiffened and
came.  Roger nursed at the boys spasming meat till he pushed and fought for
release.

For the next eighteen months nearly on a daily basis Wayne would find a
reason to stop at Roger's.  It grew into a ritual.  Roger would usually
suck Wayne off before they made it out of the foyer.  Then they'd move to
the den and Roger would take his time servicing Wayne for a second, and at
times a third time.

Wayne had just turned sixteen when it ended.  He was on his was there from
school when he saw the police cars.  He watched shaken as Roger was led
from the house in cuffs.  His parents had a thousand questions.  He'd
worked for Roger for two years.  Had he tried anything with their son?
Wayne was upset, he spent several nervous days wondering if the police
would talk with him again.  He spent the next few years trying to figure
out how one seduced another boy, and until now, hadn't found the courage or
the opportunity.

Now Andy had him close.  He'd jerked out a load that morning but the years
of deprivation were quickly building to an explosive climax.  Wayne grasped
Andy's head in a vice like grip.  His slim hips and bubble butt pumped hard
and fast.  The oozing lust he was leaking onto Andy's tongue made Andy
hungry for load.  He reached up between Wayne's legs.  His fingers trailed
threw the saliva and precum that drewled from the corners of his mouth and
slicked the length of Wayne's cock and swinging balls.

Two slick fingers ran into Wayne's furrow.  They quickly found the tight
convolution and began to massage it.  Wayne hardly noticed.  Orgasm was
near, and the boy sucking his dick was hot and willing, and here.  Andy
pushed lightly on the anal knot and Wayne moaned.  Taking his cue he slowly
buried his middle finger to the first knuckle. Wayne froze, his body
stiffened, and the blasts of cum that volleyed from him made Andy fight to
contain them.  He slurped hard at Wayne's pistoning meat.  The juice was
rich and hot.  He teased the slit, hoping for more, and was rewarded.

Wayne fell into the mats as he finished.  Andy smiled down at him and
licked cum from his lips.

"Any time you're in need," Andy chuckled, " I'll suck ya."

Just the words made him sigh, and made his cock stir anew.  Its just what
Roger had said that first day.  He looked Andy over as he recovered.  For
the first time he noticed Andy had lowered his shorts and jock and was
slowly stroking a long fat cock.  Wayne had never sucked another boy.  He'd
dreamed of it during a thousand jack off fantasies.  He'd used it as a
trigger with both girls he'd been with.  He struggled to his knees and
pushed Andy down to the mats.  Andy laid back and spread his legs wide.

Wayne took hold of the cock and wet his lips as the lights came on.  Before
he could make a sound Andy had grabbed him and covered his mouth.

"Grab those balls and bring them out in the gym," said the disembodied
voice.

There was a noise of creaky casters and the door boomed shut.  Andy had
held Wayne tight to his chest restraining him.  He's turned toward the door
as the light came on, and had his back to Andy.  He could feel Andy's cock
pulsing in the crack of his ass.  It felt good, exciting, forbidden.

"They can't see us back here, " Andy whispered still holding Wayne tight.

"I thought,...ya know."

"No way, this place is cool.  Ya just have to keep your head."

"Yeah, " Wayne giggled, "head."

"Shut up or I'll kick your ass Bevis," Andy mimicked.

"You'll fuck my what?"

"That right little man?  Is that what you want?"

"If you'll go slow... never done that."

"We'll do it just like you want."

"Good cause first I want to suck you."

Andy fisted his meat and laid back in the mats.  Wayne had never seen a
cock as big as Andy's; not in person, certainly not hard.  He grabbed the
shaft and squeezed it.  The head swelled in response.

"It ain't glass, go ahead."

Wayne slid his fingers to the base.  His hand couldn't circle its girth.
Bringing his other hand into play he strangled the beast and watched as the
head swelled and blushed, then started to leak.  Wayne had tasted his own
discharge on many occasions.  He wondered if this would be the same.  He
licked up the oozing lust and immediately returned to suck and head as he
stroked the meaty column.  Andy groaned and thrust his hips forward.  Three
thick inches spread Wayne's jaw.  Wayne gurgled and slurped bobbing on the
hot shaft.  Andy brought his hand up behind Wayne's head.  With practiced
power he forced Wayne's head lower.

Wayne sputtered and gagged as the bloated knob lodged in his gullet.  Andy
pushed again and Wayne fought but once more felt the hefty invader trying
to spread his throat.

"C'mon baby swallow me," Andy growled.

Wayne swallowed hard but the girth of the cock was more than his
inexperience could handle.  He felt like he was going to wretch and Andy
backed away.  Realizing Wayne's distress Andy pulled the boy into his arms.

"Thought you'd done this before?"

"Never sucked one, just had a guy that blew me a lot."

"You still wanna suck it?"

"Sure do, been jerkin about suckin dick since I was fourteen."

Andy once more laid back.  He let Wayne do all the work this time.  Wayne
started by licking it all over.  Despite anything Andy thought he wanted it
had him panting and sweating.  Then Wayne spread his legs wider, worked his
way lower and began to suck Andy's balls.  The sack was nearly hairless.
Wayne realized that Andy must shave.  He chewed and sucked and the fleshy
bag until Andy dripping precum had flowed the length of his eight inch
monster and flavored Wayne's meal.

Wayne paused and stroked the shaft milking up gobs of the pungent salve.
He cupped the head with his tongue and swept away evidence of Andy's lust.

"Please, please babe, finish me!"

Wayne pulled back and looked up.

"Ohhhh pretty thing, suck me off, I gotta pop!"

Wayne understood.  He'd felt just this way when Andy first engulfed his
dick.  He took it back in his mouth, slowly swirling his tongue over the
head.  Andy groaned and shuddered.  Slowly he worked more of the shaft
bobbing gently.  He could feel Andy's heartbeat in the shaft against his
tongue.  He suctions his cheeks hallow.  Andy pumped to meet his rhythm.
Wayne felt the bulbous head nudge his throat once more.  On the next past
he pressed in and swallowed hard.  The rock hard flesh made him tear as
pushed down on it.  He fought hard to suppress the urge to gag.  Another
two inches of the hot cock slid into him.

Andy felt it coming.  His balls tightened and he strained to last out this
new assault.  Wayne popped the head in and out of his throat with each
pass.  His hands squeezed Andy's balls milking a steady flow of precum.

"Gonna cum real big Andy groaned, gonna...gonnaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The blast shook then both.  Andy's body spasmed.  The first jets of cum
where lost in Wayne's throat.  The next blast filled him mouth and leaked
from the corners of his mouth.  He pumped frantically at both his and
Andy's cocks. Trying to milk up all Andy's cum and produce a second load of
his own.  The third load was just as big but Wayne managed to contain it.
He swallow hard and then returned to drill the slit of Andy's cock hoping
for more.

Andy melted into the mats as his orgasm subsided.  Wayne's face was
streaked with cum and he lick up as much of it as he could.  Then he
returned to Andy's still pulsing cock to milk up more.  Andy pushed him
away and when he noticed him stroking fast he grabbed Wayne's hand and
pulled him close.

"Fuck me," Andy growled lifting his legs to Wayne's shoulders.

"Huh?"

"Take that sweet boy dick and pound me!"

Wayne's excitement reached a new peak as he slick he head of his dick with
saliva.  The idea of what he was about to do made his knees weak.  Andy
hiked up his butt to make the angle better, and Wayne slowly pushed inside.
He was surprised how tight it was, and how different from the feel of the
two girls he had been with in his young life.

Andy groaned and pushed back as Wayne began to pump.  He rotated his hips
and clenched his asshole making Wayne moan.  As he mastered the necessary
movement Wayne picked up speed and increased the power of his stroke.  With
the next thrust he dipped him knees and pushed upward and inward.  Andy was
transfixed, shaking violently and groaning loud.  Wayne copied the movement
and found whatever he was doing had Andy on the edge.

Andy's gut roiled about Wayne's pistoning shaft.  His body quacked and
thrashed as his prostate was ground again and again by Wayne's persistent
and violent thrusts.  Wayne could feel the tingle gathering deep in his
gut, and he fought it.  He closed his eyes, and willed himself on.
Thinking of anything, but the studly boy he was plowing into.  He thought
of his homework, and the studying that he needed to accomplish. for a few
short moments it worked; forestalling the inevitable.  An intruded upon his
focus, and idea that lent fuel to already raging fire boiling this load.
It was Chris.  Wayne could see himself turning from the desk to look upon
his room mate.  Could imagine it was Chris not Andy groaning and begging
for Wayne to fuck him harder.

Wayne panted and pitched with all the speed and power his frame would
allow.  Andy clutched at him and moaned his name.

"Oh Chris," Wayne grunted, "gonna pound you into the floor."

"Do it, studly fuck me harder!"

"CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHRRRRRIIIIIIIIIISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"

Chris stood transfixed in the doorway of the equipment closet, having
returned the rolling basket of balls as his gym instructor had asked.. He
recognized Wayne's voice and trembled, half in expectation, half in fear.
He quickly pushed the cart in and shut the door.  He needed to think, and
he didn't want Wayne to know, not until he was sure of himself.


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