Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2000 12:52:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: Daddy Cprof <da1prof@yahoo.com>
Subject: nifty archive gay/college pledge in panties 4

Chris was in the locker room before he realized that showering with his gym
class sporting a hardon might not be the thing to do.  He pulled on his
clothes and hurried out of the field house.  As he burst through the front
door he ran headlong into Mark.  Mark was as surprised as he was, but pure
reflex had him catch Chris by the waist.

"Where you headed pledge?" Mark asked never relinquishing his hold.

"Sir, good to see you, sir."

"Relax Mister Kelly."

Mark pulled Chris toward a darkened corner between two concrete pillars at
the side of the entry hall.  His hands groped hard at Chris' ass.  Chris
squirmed for a moment then stopped fighting.

"Its Thursday."

"Is it sir."

"You know it is."

"Yes sir."

"So you have them on, right?  Those panties that make you look so fine."

Mark had inserted his hand only to find Chris in his jock following class.

"Getting butch on me huh?  Gonna be my daddy?"

Chris gasped as the pledge master's fingers pushed between his clenching
buns.

"Shouldn't we be doing this somewhere less public?" Chris wondered hearing
approaching voices.

"Meet me at Davis Hall in an hour," Mark growled striding away.

The brisk air did much to bring Chris to his senses.  In his room he
quickly stripped from his clothing and headed to the shower.  Wayne entered
the room just as the water came on.  He smirked and lifted Chris' jock to
find it still warm.  Clutching it he brought it to his nose and his fingers
dipped into a slick viscous fluid.  Wayne tasted it, and smiled.  Then
dropped it back to the pile and shed all his clothing except his briefs.

When Chris emerged from the bathroom he was drying his hair.  He didn't
notice Wayne leaning against the desk until he'd begun to look for clothes.
His gaze slowly slid up Wayne's shapely legs, paused at the bulge in his
bikini briefs and then continues to find Wayne grinning at him.

"Those'll make you look cute!" Wayne said nodding to the panties dangling
from Chris' fingers.

"Its your fault, if you'd have gotten `em signed I wouldn't have to wear
`em.!"

Chris bent to slide the panties on.  As he did his dimpled cheeks parted
momentarily exposing his dusky rosebud to Wayne's view.  Wayne sighed and
his dick lurched.  He took a step forward and slapped Chris ass.

"Better watch it or someone'll be lookin' to slide those off of that cute
ass."

Chris turned and meaning to shoot Wayne a warning glance, instead their
eyes met and locked.  He was sure it had been Wayne's voice this he heard
calls out his name.  He paused and looked the boy over; blonde, slim,
handsome.  Chris could feel the stirring in his groin, but Mark was
waiting; and besides being the pledge master. Chris was attracted to Wayne.
He smiled and forced a laugh.  Then quickly slid into a pair of worn jeans
and a sweat shirt.

"I'll catch cha later dude."

Wayne groaned as the door snapped shut.  Falling back on the bed he gave
his package a squeeze and laughed aloud.  He'd just gotten laid and already
he needed to jerk off.

"The teen years are hell," he said aloud continuing to giggle.

He pulled the waste band of this briefs under this balls then produced aloe
gel from his bed stand.  He shivered as the cool lubricant came in contact
with him hard meat.  Slowly he stroked thinking of his room mate.  He
retrieved Chris' jock from the pile on the floor.  Once again he inhaled
the musty scent.  His fingers slid up the slick erection, slowly teasing
the head and adding natural lubricant to the coating he'd already given it.
His free hand pushed the bikini briefs down his taut thighs and returned to
cup and squeeze his rising balls.

He squeezed out another generous dollop of the aloe and slowly rubbed it
into his furrow.  His long fingers teased the nearly hairless tract and
sent shivers through his frame.  The encounter with Andy hadn't cost him
his cherry.  Now he dreamed of his room mate doing the job; of Chris' long
slim cock slowly pushing into him.  With each thought his fingers took the
place of Chris' equipment; working inward, making him moan, bringing him
closer to another mind shattering orgasm.

Billy was returning from class when he saw Chris just outside their dorm.

"Is Wayne up there?"  He asked.

"Yeah, gonna shower I think, so you should catch him."

His room adjoined Wayne and Chris' through the shared bathroom.  He stood
in the bathroom door watching Wayne as one hand stroked at his glistening
dick and the other worked between his butt cheeks.  Billy's cock sprang to
life.  He was caught between wanting to run and wanting to help the
beautiful boy moaning in the bed before him.

Billy's hands moved without his knowledge.  One roamed his belly, while the
other slowly cupped his straining member.

"Ooooh Chris, c'mon do it," Wayne groaned.

Just the thought of Wayne and his room mate in bed together produced a
noticable wet spot in Billy's jeans.  He stumbled forward openly stroking
himself through the denim.  Standing at the foot of the bed he stepped our
of his sneakers.  From here his view was uninhibited by the angle.  Wayne
was rapidly pumping his sucking hole with two fingers.  His straining cock
leaked a constant stream of precum.

Wayne's eyes shot open as Billy's hand stroked his thigh.  His attempt to
leap to his feet left him crumpled in a heap at the boys feet.

"You,.. damn it,....what the....."

"Its okay Wayne."

"I shit, oh shit."

"Please Wayne relax."

Wayne was breathing hard, a combination of his fright and excitement.  He
was finally mastering his fear when he noticed the lump and growing wetness
in the crotch of Billy's jeans.

"Its okay," Billy said squatting beside him and stroking his shoulder.
"Look I should have knocked or something, I'll go."

As he stood Wayne gawked at what he saw.  The lump in his jeans twitched
visibly and snaked down his left leg.  His tee shirt clung damply to a well
defined chest and torso. Billy smiled slightly then turned to walk out.

"No," Wayne gasped summoning enough breath to speak.

"What's that?"

Wayne struggled trying to get to his feet still encumbered by the bikini
briefs encircling his knees.  Billy stooped and lent him a hand.  Wayne
melted against him, and kissed him hard on the lips.  Billy was surprised
and delighted by the kiss.  He pulled Wayne into his arms and sucked his
tongue.  He had to stoop to kiss the shorter boy.  He was six foot two.  He
weighed just over two hundred pounds.  His dark hair hung to his shoulders.
Wayne disrobed him after they broke their kiss.  Billy's torso was smooth
and hard.  His pecs stood as thick broad slabs each capped with a quarter
sized brown nipple.  His belly was cut into eight parcels and rippled with
each movement of his tight body.  The rest of his frame was equally
muscled; firm, defined, but balanced.  The only hair other than his head
sprang from beneath his arms and framed his cock.  The cock was holding all
of Wayne's attention.  Filling him with fear and delight.  He knew he was
ready to be fucked, but he'd hoped to start with something a little
smaller.