Date: Sat, 27 Feb 1999 08:02:45 PST
From: billdrake@hotmail.com (Bill Drake)
Subject: SAE Action

WARNING: Following story contains depictions of male/male sex. This story
is fictional and in no way reflects on the real institutions depicted.

This is an episodic series that I am writing and posting in parts. Any
constructive criticism or feedback would be welcome. billdrake@hotmail.com.
Thanks to all those who have written already.

SAE Action
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


SAE Action 1

        I had wanted to do Jake for three months now, that is, ever since I
pledged SAE here at UGA. He was 22, a junior, and had a massive body with
large pecs and strong thighs. It was obvious he had been a jock at the
private school he went to, as he still sported a closely cropped light
brown flat-top and his neck was thicker and more muscular than most guys
I'd seen around. However, his present reputation at the fraternity was not
that of a jock-- though he certainly was an asset to any intramural team--
but rather that of the socialite. Not only did he bring home a different
woman every night (there were plenty other guys in the house who could pull
that feat), but in general he struck the perfect middle ground between
slumming and style in everything he did-- dress, walk, speech, drinking,
etc.
        The reader may wonder at my obsessive fascination at this man. For
one, I had just come out of high school and was barely eighteen. I had had
sex with plenty of women before, but I began to realize that my fantasies
turned increasingly to men, in particular to the studly men who walked
about the house day after day. Furthermore, coming to college had removed
many of the more puritan inhabitions that had plagued me earlier. No longer
was drinking a major deal; it was a nightly occasion, one that brought me
many a chance to feel up my brothers in the guise of drunken fraternal
affection. Still, I was not yet confident enough to see if other guys
harbored a lust after manflesh. Instead, I beat my meat every night
fantasizing about rubbing cocks with one of the hunks of the house.
        My first action came over thanksgiving break. Most of the guys had
cleared out, except for three of us. My family was in Europe, so there was
no point in me flying across the country to go home. My roommate Mark had
to work (he was a waiter at a local restaurant-bar), and another guy Mike
lived locally.
        It was Wednesday night and I was leisurely jerking off in my room.
I heard the front door of the house slam, so I shoved my dick back into my
pants and pretended to be reading a magazine. In a minute, Mark entered the
room, taking off his tie and crisp white button-down. "I got off work
early," he said. "The boss's birthday was today so he gave all of us comp
drinks and a shorter shift." He turned back from the dresser and now was
wearing only a T-shirt stretched taut across his chest, and some khakis. He
wound up his button-down and playfully snapped me with it. "So what have
you been up to this afternoon, stud man? Not getting the hell out of
Dodge?"
        "Nah. I've just been dicking around." I liked Mark a lot when after
he's been drinking; his mood was always more jovial. "Hell, let's get drunk
tonight," he said, "We don't have class tomorrow." I was about to reply
that that wouldn't stop me anyhow, but he was already out the door to get
some Wild Turkey from the kitchen. He came back, waving the bottles and
saying,  Mark walked over and plopped his large build onto my bed. I asked
him if I should get some glasses, but he said to screw that, and proceeded
to undo the tops of the bottles. He took a swig from the whiskey, then
handed the bottle to me. We alternated for a while, talking and kicking
back, until we started buzzing pretty hard.
        Mark leaned back against the wall after one swig. "Man, it's
starting to get warm in here." He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a fine,
slightly tan chest, which sported a few tufts of dark brown hair, mostly
around the nipples and navel. He tossed the shirt in my face, laughed and
collapsed back, onto where my thighs were resting on the bed. His shoulder
landed against my crotch, and I felt my prick start to stir under its
pressure. We continued to drink, and every time Mark would lift his arm for
the bottle, my dick would get a good rubbing. That, and the drunkenness
that was starting slowly to spread over me, made my meat hard under the
fabric of my jeans. I knew that Mark knew what was going on, but he acted
as if nothing was up. I wanted to force the situation to something, so I
said I was warming up (I was) and pulled off my sweatshirt.
        He leaned up over me (his back and chest were marvelously tanned)
and reached for the whiskey bottle on the night stand next to me. He took a
swill, lifting up his arm and giving a fine view of the tuft of dark brown
hair underneath his large bicep. He placed the bottle back down and stared
absently at my chest. "Nice pecs you got there," he said,  "Looks like
you've been working out a lot this semester." He then placed his hand on my
chest and began rubbing the warm skin. I could feel my dick pushing up my
jeans something hard and I had to control my breathing and act non-chalant.
I still didn't know for sure what, if anything, he was up to. maybe he was
just drunk and acting weird. I lifted up the bottle and took a big gulp of
bourbon and felt the burning in my throat at the same time Mark's thick
fingers were making my nipples harden. I was about to go insane, and it was
apparent we were both getting sloshed, so I let my hand fall gently on his
waist.
        That apparently was the cue he had been waiting for, as he
repositioned his knees next to mine and crawled on top of me. Both my hands
crawled up the smooth muscles of his back. He lowered himself down and
placed his lips onto mine. Our toungues darted out at each others and we
were sucking face as if we'd not had sex in three years, tasting the
alcohol on each other's breath and in each other's mouth. His stiffer was
poking out against the fabric of his khakis and I could feel the hardness
as he rubbed his crotch against mine. My hands were pulling all along his
back, frantically holding his thick chest muscles next to mine. Suddenly,
his mouth left mine and wandered across the side of my face and began to
nibble and suck at my ear. My hands took advantage of the change and began
to caress Mark's firm pecs and dark-brown nipples. A tuft of hair trailed
down underneath his belt. My hands slid down to undo the fastener and
remove his belt and pants. His legs automatically kicked them off the bed,
and I had a full view of his strong, hairy legs, which I proceeded to run
my fingers through. Mark now crawled back on top of me and resumed kissing
me.
        However, felt more than the fabric of his cotton boxers rub against
my abdomen. His thick prick was poking out of his boxers and against my
stomach, dragging its wet head through the hair that surrounded my navel.
I pushed my hands down the small of his back, under the cloth of the
undershorts and down his taut ass. After kneading the firm mounds a minute,
I ventured to finger his asshole. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped and increased his
thrusts. Sensing he was about to come, he pulled out of my grip and knealed
up above me. His hands quickly undid my jeans and pulled them off my sweaty
legs. He reached down and grabbed my hairy balls, fingering them until they
were small, furry balls dangling from my stick. Mark took another swig of
whiskey and collapsed back on top of me.
        He began thrusting again and I thought I would go over the edge.
The feel of his firm body over and against mine and of our slimy dicks
rubbing against each other put me in ecstasy. Mark's forearms slid under my
shoulders as he held me tight and begin humping me faster and harder. I
couldn't believe I was doing my hunky roommate and that we were about to
cream onto each other's torsos. The very thought pushed me over the edge
and I threw my load between our heaving bellies. At pretty much the same
moment, his jism launched in with mine. We humped for a minute more, until
we couldn't take any more, then collapsed into each other, sticky with hot
fratman sperm. I started to reach for something to wipe us off, but he
said, "No, wait" and bent down and started licking the come off my chest. I
took the clue and move around so I could lick the milk off him at the same
time. I had never tasted come before and I loved it. It was salty and kinda
sweet but I didn't know if that was because it was two guys' mixed together
or not.


SAE 2

        We finally got up off the bed. I put on my boxers and Mark slid on
his khakis without any underwear. I loved the looking at his butt in the
confines of his pants as he walked in front of me. I followed him into the
kitchen and pulled a couple of Buds out of the fridge. "Where's Mike?" I
asked, passing him a cold one.
        "Oh, he went to Atlanta to get laid."
        "Hell, he didn't have to drive seventy miles to do that."
        "Don't tell me you had your horny eyes on more than one guy in the
house." He nudged me lightly on the shoulder.
        I pushed him back, "Fuck you, Williams. I bet you've popped a hard
one thinking about scoring with one of the guys."
        "No, just you," he said, turning the mock indignation quite
serious. We began kissing again, and I could feel my tool rise again.
        "Shit," he said as he broke our wet kiss. "I'm getting all hot again."
        "I'm still horny as hell, myself," I replied.
        "John, have you ever wanted to fuck a guy?" His hand slipped into
my boxers and began to run up and down my shaft.
        "What the fuck kind of question is that, dipshit?" I said, pushing
his large build against the wall. I unsnapped his buttons and pulled down
his pants. Mark's huge prick bounced up, fully recovered from its last
copious load.
        I ran my hand along his full meat. "Hey, from your buddy here, I
would think you want some major cock up your ass." Mark lifted himself up
onto the counter and spread his legs. I briefly filed through the cabinets
until I came across a tub of crisco. I smeared some of the grease against
his hole and began to wiggle my finger up it. Mark began moaning in
pleasure and spread his thighs further apart. His prickflesh stuck out
before my face, and I put out my tongue and began to lick the surface. I
could taste the dried come and the saltiness of his skin. By now, I had two
fingers full up his squirming ass.
        I removed my fingers, stood up and pulled off my undershorts. Mark
reached down and greased my stiff member. I began to fuck his lubed hand
and almost got carried away, but remembered the true prize I wanted.
Roughly, I pushed up Mark's thick thighs and shoved my dick against the
entrance to his chute. A quick lunge and I was in and then buried to the
hilt. We began fucking like crazy, me humping into him relentlessly and him
lifting his butt off the counter and shoving himself onto and off of my
thrusting pole. Apparently, I was hitting his prostate just right, as he
started spewing a major load all over us, shouting in ecstasy. "You wanted
this cock of mine bad, didn't you, bud?" I asked. Two seconds later I shot
my cream up him and nearly passed out. I kept my meat up him as I leaned
forward to kiss his waiting mouth.
        "Fuck, John, I've been waiting so long to feel your cream up me."
        We both laughed and finished our beers.


SAE 3

       The next morning (afternoon really, but I was just waking up), I
stumbled into the kitchen to pour a bowl of cereal. Mark and Mike were both
there, eating their breakfasts. Mark was all dressed up, khakis, shirt,
tie, to go to work. Mike looked pretty dishevelled, as if he'd had a pretty
long night. I placed my bowl down on the table and plopped my butt in the
place next to his on the tablebench.
        "So what time did you get in last night, there, Mike?" I teased.
        "Ah, about four-thirty."
        "That's early, I guess. Did you get you some in Hotlanta?"
        "Yeah."
        "Well--?" John prodded.
        "Went to this bar and found some hot babe who wanted a good
fucking. What did you fellas do, hang out here and dick each other?"
        I was about to shit, but Mark knew how to play the game: "Nah, we
knew you'd be jealous."
        "In your dreams," Mike replied. Mark drank down the last bit of his
coffee and announced he was off. We exchanged glares for a second and
silently agreed that Mike was full of shit. Probably went home with some
6'2'' piece of manflesh whom he met at a queer bar. Sadly, we would never
know the details.
        Mark left. Mike was about done with his food, but he was in a
chatty mood, so we started talking about nothing really. At one point in
the conversation. His leg brushed against mine, only it didn't pull away.
It just stayed pressed against mine. He was wearing only a pair of Umbros
with white boxers showing from underneath. Just having woke up, I had my
boxers on, and I hoped I didn't get hard or it would be kind of obvious. In
any case, the hair on his thighs felt sexy rubbing up against mine.
        Mike then dropped his fork. I don't know if it was an accident or
not, but he bent down to reach it, propping his hand on my thigh. I knew he
was looking for a signal but I was nervous I might be misreading him, so I
just pressed my leg back against his and began rubbing back and forth. He
got the clue and kept his hand there even after he sat back up. He kept
talking like before, which I found so sexy. Mike really was cute, kinda
short, but with a thick build and often a shadow on his face. He had deep
blue eyes and light brown hair, which he usually kept under a baseball cap.
I slid my hand over to his exposed thigh and began to caress it. He
returned the action and began to concentrate his efforts further up my leg.
He reached my boxers. "Boy, you have a hard one now, don't you?" My prick
was poking out of the shorts, so he clasped his hand around it and started
jacking it slowly.
        Precome was drooling down my rod and down the back of Mike's
muscled hand. "Let me get more comfortable," he said, standing up and
shucking down his soccer shorts. Out popped his stiffening meat, which
dangled from side to side as he moved about. "Why don't you make this thing
feel good and hard?" he asked, pushing the lovely cock toward my face. I
had not even fully noticed how big the thing was. It had yet to reach its
full grandeur, but even now it stood a good seven inches high, with a
thickness the size of a vacuum hose. I started to lick along the warm skin
of the shaft, being a bit apprehensive of the task of sucking the bastard.
However, Mike grabbed his prod and pointed it right into my mouth, forcing
the jaws wide open as he steadily slid it in with his hip action. I could
barely breathe much less think with this dickflesh filling up my mouth and
throat but I do know I was in the throes of ecstasy blowing this hot stud.
My arms and hands wandered up his backside, feeling his steeled legs and
his smooth ass. After kneading his muscular mounds for a while, I ventured
to work my finger up his ass. That must have triggered something, because
he started breathing real hard and fucking my face like a motherfucker. If
his sausage left me little breathing room before, it was about to choke me
now. Fortunately, he was on the edge and within seconds, his mega-load
blasted down my throat. I pulled back a little on his huge organ, as I
continued to ride my mouth up and down its steel-hard length. Amazingly,
his cream kept pouring into my mouth, giving me a mild-tasting treat for
breakfast. Finally, his gyrations slowed to a stop and he pulled his plug
from the suction of my mouth.
        "Fuck, man, where did you learn to give head like that?" he said,
wiping the sweat off his brow.
        "Hell, I don't know," I replied. I was new to giving head-- as I
was new to lots of things-- and it seemed I just did what I had to do.
"Guess some guys are naturals."
	"Man, get off of that hard bench." He lifted me up and pulled my
body to his. Instantly our mouths met and our tongues rolled around,
tasting the remains of the cum Mike had just shot into my mouth. My dick
was poking up real hard now, now that I could feel the heat of Mike's
muscular frame against me and his still-rigid, jism-moist cock poking into
my stomach.
	"Why don't we make it back to my room, so we can do some serious
fucking?"
	Once we got to his bedroom, Mike pulled me down with him on his
bed and started thrusting his cock in to mine while he explored my face and
neck with his mouth. He finally reached around and got a container of lube.
"Here, man, grease me up" His dick was hard as stone, but it was so hot it
the grease melted when it touched the cockskin. I was loving the feeling of
just holding his manmeat in my hand, greasing it up for what I knew would
be an assault on my ass. With one firm masculine movement, he pushed my
legs back against my chest and positioned his cock at my hole. "Here it
comes, my friend," he said, slipping the head past my tight sphincter. It
was my first time to be fucked and the pain that I expected to feel didn't
even measure to the warmth I felt as Mike's thick rod slid past some
unseeable trigger in my bowels. Soon I was calling out to him to fuck me
harder and faster. I had known Mike was athletic but the pace he kept
shoving his prickmeat in and out. He was like a fucking rabbit who never
got his fill, and we must have been going at it for nearly a half hour, me
thrusting my newly conquered ass down on his dick, him putting his whole
body into fucking his frat brother silly. I reached around with my hand and
plugged my finger up his ass. He hissed with his breathing and began to
really go at it. When he grabbed my drooling cock and started frigging it,
I knew we were in for landing. Everywhere jism started flying between us,
on our faces, on our necks, between our heaving chests. At the same time, I
felt a torrential load of hot sperm inject into my ass, spewing out as his
hardon still pistoned in and out of my spent hole.  We eventually slowed
our rutting down to a halt and lay there like limp but satisfied. Mike's
mouth met mine and we began to kiss passionately. I didn't know what love
between men would be like and didn't know if what I felt toward Mike was
love, but there with our mouths interlocked and our spermy chests and
abdomens rubbing and his limp cock still dribbling in my ass, I knew I had
a bond than was stronger than I had felt before.


SAE 4

	It was the party after that break, and people were going at it
pretty hard. By 11:00, I was already pretty trashed, but the party was
nowhere near dying out. I had decided to go out and get some breathing
room, have a smoke, get away from the noise of the band for a minute. So I
took my beer and headed outside. It was against some fucking university
policy for us to take beer out of the house, but I was too drunk to care,
and besides I knew that Pete Bailley was doing security tonight, and he was
generally pretty cool about things. I lit up a Camel and walked over to
Pete. "Hey Pete, how's it goin'? Want some beer?"  I asked offering my
clear plastic cup to him. "Nah, bud, I'm on duty you know."  It was
something about his smile and my drunkenness, but all of a sudden I
realized that this guy who was standing before me and who I had barely
noticed before, was really a stud. Even in the cheap polyester blue
uniform, he really packed a good body with thick muscles yet still
svelte. I felt my johnson working his way up in my jeans, so I took another
swig of beer and thought of how I was going to get this fella in the sack
with me. "Well, when are you off duty. Maybe you'ld like to share a beer
with me then?" Pete laughed and replied, "Hell, if you can wait for me, I'm
done in a half an hour. Then we could do whatever you want, bud." His eyes
were looking directly into mine now: the bastard knew what I was up to,
didn't he? "Whatever. That's sounds great," I mumbled.  In a gesture of
drunken camaraderie, I put my arm around Pete's muscular shoulder and
leaned my weight against his frame, my right hand holding both my cigarette
and my drink. "Pete, man, you're the greatest. Did I ever tell you that?"
"Nah, you didn't have to. I know already." He started laughing in that sexy
way of his. He was obviously getting a kick out of this drunken frat jock
shamelessly coming on to him and spouting shit from his mouth. But I kept
rambling on and on and Pete would humor me, talking about his buddies and
what he liked to do on his time off.

So a half hour passed and we decided to go back into the house. I went to
the fridge and got Pete a beer and I thought I would get off right then and
there looking at his massive frame. I put my hand on his shoulder: "Let's
go hang out in my room," I said, "It's quieter there." So I led him past
the party, which was still raging on. Once we got in my room, he shut the
door and walked up to me, planting his lips firmly on mine. His tongue
explored my mouth and battled against mine. Meanwhile, our hands were all
over each others' bodies, groping and trying to remove each others'
clothes. Finally, I pulled from the kiss and stepped back enough to let me
unbutton his uniform shirt, which revealed a warm, bare chest. I removed
his belt and proceeded to unbutton and pull down his trousers. Again, there
was no underwear, and a fat, long prick popped its way up to meet my hand.
I began jacking the fucker off; Pete justed moaned as we resumed our kiss.
I could feel drips of moisture at that hot, engorged fleshtip, but then
Pete removed my hand and quickly pulled off my clothes. He pushed me back
on my bed and fell forward on top of me. The heat of his muscles and the
hardness of his cock drove me to rage. I began writhing beneath his firm
body and his fervent kiss. "Man, you want it bad, don't you?" he asked.
"What?" I asked, almost unconsciously. "You want my meat up your ass
something bad, don't you frat boy?" "As much as you want this ass," I said,
gripping his boner full in my hand. With my other hand, I reached around to
find some lube, then greased up the piece of meat in my hand. We wasted no
time. He pushed my legs up and began working that cock up me. I had not had
anything that large up me before, and I was struggling to accommodate
it. Fortunately, he gave me enough time to adjust my ass to him, before he
bagan his firm thrusts. I could feel his chest and back muscles getting all
hot and sweat-covered as he was obviously enjoying the fuck he was getting.
Myself, I was getting harder than I had been in the longest time, and his
rod was hitting my prostate just the right way. As Pete was pulling in and
out like a steam piston, an immense pleasure began building up in my ass
and spreading over every inch of my body. I shot out jet after jet of cum
onto Pete and my self. This just drove Pete madder and he began pumping
into me harder than before. I loved feeling his muscles flexing as he
worked in and out of me and wondered if I would come again at the rate he
was going. Just then, he launched a major load into me, working his staff
up as far as it would go. Pete leaned over and kiss me with an intense
passsion, then pulled out of my spent ass. Silently, he got up and put on
his uniform matter-of-factly. He seemed about out the door, but he walked
back over to the bed, reached down and scribbled down his number. He bent
down and gave me another lust-driven kiss, then broke it with his words,
"Thanks man, that was great. If you're ever needing some dick, let me
know." He left me there, naked, cum-drenched, and still hard.


SAE 5

I got up, wiped myself off, pulled on some shorts and a T-shirt, and
wandered back into the party. I ran into Mark; he was chatting up one of
the fellows from another fraternity in hopes of getting him in the sack.
Mark introduced him: Craig, a Kappa Sig-er and fucking gorgeous the man
was. Smooth, bulging biceps and tree trunks for legs. And by the dick that
was snaking down the guy's shorts, I knew Mark would have no problem. But I
needed some relief right then, and I knew I wasn't gonna get it from my
roommate. So I excused myself (no need, the two were engrossed with each
other and ignoring me before I left) and thought I'd try to find Mike. As I
turned the corner to go up the stairs, I bumped into this guy I hadn't seen
before-- tall and built, with a slight subble and rough masculine face. I
never met anyone so friendly and apologetic (the thick Virginia accent was
making me harder) and it was apparent he was much drunker than even I was.
Best thing, neither of us bothered to step back from the other. This
fellow's hand (still didn't know his name) reached up to rub my nipples
through the thin cotton of my T-shirt and his face came toward mine in a
kiss. I still don't know how this was happening, but I was getting into it.
"Hey stud," the sexy man said into my mouth as his tongue pulled out just
long enough to speak, "I've got a big load of cream just waiting for your
cocksucking ass. Think you can handle a man like me?" "Yeah, besides I owe
you an apology for bumping into you." "Apologies accepted." We stumbled up
to my room, and as I opened the door, I noticed someone else in the room.
"Mike" I said as I turned on the light. "Hell, John, looks like you don't
waste time. What's his name?" I looked at the man who already had started
groping at my crotch. "Hell I don't know." "Alan," the man said. "Why don't
you join in?" I asked Mike. Mike broke out in a big grin and laughed.
"Fuck, you don't think I had that in mind coming up here? I saw you two
downstairs." Alan walked into the room and said,  "How the hell did I end
up with two of the hottest hunks on campus?" Mike just walked up to the
guy, who was a good eight inches taller, and started unbuckling his belt
and lowering his pants. When Alan's erect meat popped out, Mike was down
sucking in the entire manshaft into his mouth, giving some expert head on
our new friend's dick. I was getting hotter than hell watching. I had only
seen Mike's butch side before and had no clue about his willingness, much
less ability, to suck cock. Particularly a cock the proportions of Alan's.
The fucker had to be nearly 12 inches and, while not too terribly thick,
was round enough to choke the best headgivers. I knew I had to join in so I
got behind and pulled Alan's taut butt cheeks apart and began rimming like
no tomorrow. Alan began moaning and calling out and I thought he was going
to cum but Mike slowed up and pulled off the man's horse dick. He guided
the tall man's build to the floor and crawled over him in a 69 position.
Alan began taking down Mike's more modest, but still sizeable cock and Mike
resumed his expert head on the footlong rod, pulling up Alan's thick thighs
to give me access to the tender asshole I'd been eating out. Apparently I
was doing something right, because Alan's muscular body began shuddering
and I could hear Mike groaning trying to suck down all the jism being
deposited in his throat. When Mike came up for air, he gave four quick
grunts then held his hips firm over Alan's stubbled face, throwing his wad
deep down the hunk's throat.

When Mike came to he looked down at Alan and saw the man had fallen
straight into a drunken sleep on the floor. "Good, now we can get to some
serious action." With that, he bent over the bed and offered his ass for my
inspection. "Say, soldier, see what your tongue can do with this ass." It
was a beautiful ass-- hottest ass on campus, I'd say-- so I didn't have to
hesitate before getting on my knees behind him and licking his crack and
hole with every trick I knew. He was moaning and flailing, but managed to
collect himself to pull up briefly. "Hold on there, I have an idea." Mike
positioned himself on all fours and again offered his fine ass. "All right,
go at it, bud," he said, and in two seconds flat, I had him squirming at
the gates of ecstasy again. This time he took his steel-like rod in his
hand and began pounding like a motherfucker. Hot jism shot out everywhere
and I continued tonguing his taut ass until he recovered. "OK, man, I think
it's wet enough for your big dick. Just one more thing..." He craned around
and took my hardon in his warm mouth. I thought I'd shoot, but he he
stopped and again faced away. "Fuck me, brother." I stuck it to him good,
just like he'd done to me the other weekend. It was then that I knew Mike
was really no different than me. Hell, he acted the total jock and had the
body to match, but when it came to mansex, he liked giving and taking as
much as any guy. But feeling the full build of this stud beneath me and
feeling the warmth of his ass as I pistoned in and out, I began shooting
wad after wad of pure grade-A SAE cum into my friend Mike. I pulled out,
and Mike and I drifted asleep kissing each other deeply, my fingers
prodding his still loose hole and smearing the fuckcream I'd deposited.

The next morning I woke up to the sight of Mike's smooth, muscular back. I
had a morning hard-on like nothing and my legs felt good rubbing up against
the hair on Mike's poweful calves. I reached out and began to rub gently
along the well-defined lats and delts. Occasionally I would venture down to
the firm, compact butt of his and explore, moving a hand to his front to
find that yes, he had a straining morning erection as well. I began jacking
the firm shaft, but the guy still showed little sign of waking. He would
grunt a little and thrust his legs around, but he was in one deep sleep. I
considered fucking his sweet frat ass again but just then I felt something,
someone touch my back. I turned around and was met by a pair of lips firmly
on mine, sucking my tongue in and out and giving me one of the best kisses
I'd had. Shit, I'd forgotten about Alan, and I at first assumed that it was
his tongue I was tasting. But the prick poking into my side wasn't quite
the hung dimensions of Alan's tubesteak and the fella's muscles were even
more developed than Alan or most of the guys I knew in the house. Jesus,
this fucker is hot, I thought, and pulled back to see who my fabulous new
partner was. It was Craig, who smiled and whispered, "Hey beautiful, I've
been wanting to fuck you since last night at the party." Then I realized
that Mark (sleeping soundly on the other bed) had brought this hunk back
for a hot roll in the sack, and now his trick was inserting his knotty,
muscular fingers up my ass. I began loosening up immediately and my hot
cock was dripping precum all over the sheets. After a minute or so, Craig
put his dickhead at the entrance to my hole and speared his way up my
rectum. He began a slow and deliberate fuck, but gradually worked up into a
full on ass-plowing, which set my ass on firing, touching off those sparks
which made my prick bounce up and down without my touching it. As Craig
gave heavy, quick grunts in my ear, though, I felt a tightness on my
cockhead. Mike was awake now and was backing his tight ass down on my
primed meat. He turned his head around and said "Fuck me, my man" I told
him how great his ass was, that I liked fucking him, giving him the man
meat he was craving. All this sex talk was getting Craig worked up, and
with a few hard thrusts he fired countless jets of spunk into my well-worn
guts. A second later, I was firing into Mike's waiting butt, bouncing my
piston in and out of the tight chute. We lay there a moment and I felt in
heaven sandwiched between these two jocks for men. I think it was the noise
of rutting that snapped us out of our torpor, and when we looked up, we
saw, Mark lying back, legs spread, taking Alan's equipment up his butt.
Within a minute, Alan was pumping hard, injecting his morning load into
Mark. When Alan collapsed back on the bed, Mike walked over and climbed on
top of him. "OK, butch guy, you're going to get the fucking of your life
right now." With that, Mike just lifted Alan's unresisting thighs and
piledrived his fat prick up Alan's tight asshole. We were all getting off
watching the royal fucking Mike was giving this mysterious stud (I still
hadn't had my turn with him, but I was sure I'd have the chance). As my
dick started to climb up again, Craig bent down to give a leisurely suck.
We were exhausted but managed to fuck and suck the whole day away.


SAE 6

We were driving along and I put my hand on his leg. I loved the feel of his
thighs; they're quite strong and hairy. I began rubbing up and down the
length of the smooth muscle. "You're eager to start, aren't you, guy?"
"Hell yeah. I hope you've saved up enough cum for me this morning." "Don't
worry, I got mansized balls for all the action you can take." By this
point, I'd worked my hand up Mike's shorts and was feeling his quite hairy,
indeed mansized balls. "Shit, that feels good. You're going to mess up my
driving if you keep that up." "Good idea," I laughed and reached down to
unzip his shorts and pull out his mammoth erection. Almost instantly I
swooped down and enveloped it in his mouth and began a good rhythm on it.
Immediately his cock swelled up to an even bigger, firmer size in my mouth.
I was glad Mike was able to keep his eyes on the road (at least I assume he
did- mine were worshipping his prick), though I could feel us driving
faster the closer I was to getting him off. Finally, I felt his hand run
through my hair and push my head down on his cock, then back off, faster
and faster as hot spunk began jetting into my mouth. I had really fallen in
love with the taste of Mike's sperm: at night we would usually fuck, but
every free moment during the day I was on my knees sucking his big
fuckstick. Sometimes he took me off guard and demanded to suck me off.
        That day we were driving up to the mountains to go camping for the
weekend. The weather was remarkably warm, even spring-like for early
December and we were determined to take advantage of it. I was pretty
excited, not only by the prospect of nature and getting away from campus
for a little while, but by the loads of sex I knew was in store. I had been
hornier than usual lately for some reason, and by the constant boner that
Mike carried around, I suspected the same with him. Maybe that
end-of-semester crunch was sending our libidos into overdrive.
         We pulled into the national park and began the short hike up to
the campsite. I'm following behind and can't take my eyes of Mike's firm
butt. At several rest points, Mike and I began to kiss, and me and my dick
were beginning to think relief is at hand, until Mike whispered, "Let's
save it for later, huh, buddy?"and began hiking up again.
        Finally in the early evening we got to the campsite and set up
tent. I started building a fire and Mike went to find some spring water for
cooking and drinking. I started to remind him that we brought along plenty
of liquor to drink, but he just called me a lush with a deep laugh and goes
down into the woods. By seven o' clock, I was so horny, I just had to sit
down and pull out my aching cock. It was unusual for me to have to go all
day without dumping a load, maybe four, and seeing Mike's sexy bod all day
hadn't helped matters. I was getting a good rhythm on my bone when Mike
finally returned. "Couldn't wait for me, could you? Well, don't worry,
lover boy is back." Quickly, he undid his belt and his shorts, letting them
fall to the ground. His prick snaked forward and bounced a bit as he pulled
his T-shirt off over his bulging chest and arms. Man, how was a horny fella
like me supposed to hold back with a stud body like that in front of me? I
craned up and began taking his warm meat down my throat. I had intended
taking a sweet load of his down like that morning, but Mike had other
plans. After only a minute of my sucking (enough to get his fuckstick fully
hard and dripping), he pulled my shoulders away and proceded to sit down in
my lap. On my rockhard cock. I was concerned that he'd need to be lubed up,
but he slid down like a pro. "Jesus," he hissed as the last bit of my cock
squeezed into his tight hole. "Yeah, you're fucking tight," I said and
slowly began my methodical in and out thrust. It took Mike a minute to
accomodate himself to the thrusting pole, but in a short time he was
bucking wildly on my lap in order to fuck my meat harder and deeper up his
ass and to rub his inner button just right. "AArrgh, FUCK!" he cried as
volleys of boiling white cum jetted out his engorged cock onto my hard
chest and abs. I bucked my fuckstick a couple of times up his spasming ass
and let loose with my own load. I was glad we had waited to fuck. Even
though I had wanted to cum all day, so I must have dropped something like a
gallon of sperm up him. And on my torso was a glorious sheet of Mike's
sweet seed. Exhausted, we crawled into the tent to go to sleep, but I never
pulled my dick from its new home.


SAE 7

The next morning, I woke up first and walked out to greet the morning sun
and fresh air. That's not all that greeted me. "Good morning!" a voice
cried in the distance. It came from a man on a horse coming up the path a
good ways away. It took me a minute to realize it was a park ranger. He
rode up toward our site and before I was fully awake was just yards away.
"Don't bother with much clothing, do you fella?" It was then I realized
that here I was standing butt naked in the woods, with a park ranger
looking down on me. And worse, I still had the remnant of my morning hardon
poking out from my belly. I was scared shitless and couldn't speak. The
ranger must have understood the horror I was experiencing, because as he
was dismounting and tying up his horse, he said, "Chill, man, I don't care
what you do out here. Hell, I'm the only one else around for miles." With
that he turned around with a big smile, and his hand casually groped his
crotch. I gulped and looked down. He had a good size bulge in his khakhi
uniform and his tube seemed to grow by the minute as his hand massaged it.
"Besides, I..." He stepped up closer to me, still rubbing his cock through
his pants, staring me with his light brown eyes. "I think I found someone
willing to help out a horny ranger in need." Suddenly both of his firm
hands carressed and gripped my butt and his lips envelopped my mouth. My
dick was cranking up hard now. Silently, I pulled this beefy stud toward me
and began running my hand through his thin brown hair. He unzipped his
pants and pulled out some nine inches of firm meat. The big stick of
cockflesh rubbed along my own aching dick. "So fuckin' hot..." he panted,
licking my lips and kneading my hard pecs. Now my hands worked their way
down this guy's brawny back, and down into his ass crevice. With both hands
I worked his ass cheeks and played with his elastic hole. "Shit!" he
gasped. "Gonna fuckin' come..." His dick-caresses picked up pace into a
full-throttle thrust. I wasn't feeling bad myself and probably would have
unloaded had my new friend kept up his cockrub a minute longer. As it was a
heavy, warm spray of park ranger jism hit me square in the crotch, coating
my prick, my balls, my pubic hair in a sticky sperm bath.

        We both caught our breath. The ranger then stepped back a bit and
laughed. "Hell, don't won't to get my uniform all messed up, do I?" He
began methodically removing his uniform shirt and pants and soon was
completely and gloriously nude before my eyes. This man had one hot body!
Pecs that stuck out in mounds of firm knotted muscle, a stomach that was
hard-looking and covered in a patch of downy hair. Before I could take in
all of the sight, though, this fine fellow turned around and was bending
over. "Do you think you could take care of this ass?" My rod was aching by
this point, and with the lube job this guy's semen had given it, I knew it
wouldn't take that much to get my prick up that chute. So I walked up to
his upturned ass and mounted him. The guy knew how to fuck, and he would
meet each of my thrusts with backthrusts of his own. It seemed as if that
ass couldn't get enough cock. I wanted to keep on plowing it, but I was too
horny to fuck long without coming. In minutes, I was gushing my own seed up
his bowels, as his ass muscles milked my stalk of its morning cream.
        "Well, John, what have we here?" It was Mike, of course, stepping
out of his tent with his morning hard-on. I had completely forgotten about
him with this fine specimen of muscle offering himself to me. "Morning,
Mike. It seems this park ranger was wanting to check on us for more than
regulations." "Mike laughed and stroked his boner, "Maybe he wants to work
his ass on this." The ranger pulled his ass off my softening prick and
turned to Mike. "Go to it, man. If you're nearly as good as your friend
here, I'm in for a treat." Mike came up behind the stud man and mounted him
good fucking another two loads from the fellow's beeftube before depositing
his own man juice up the guy.

It was pretty late that night before we got back to the house, but with a
day of fun with our new friend, we couldn't say it wasn't worth a little
night driving.


SAE 8

"Yeah?" answered the voice on the phone.
"Hey Pete," I replied, "It's John. You know, the guy from the SAE house"
The voice laughed. "Yeah stud, I remember. I figured you'd be calling soon.
I could tell that last reaming wasn't enough for you."
I had a hard-on like nothing else at that moment. "Hell, you're right about
that. Do you think we could get some action on sometime soon?"
"You seem to be chomping at the bit. Your brothers not putting out for you?"
"The fuckers are all studying for finals. Haven't had a lay in four days."
"Well, you'll be good and horny when I fuck you, won't you? A few of us
other officers get together pretty regularly for poker. How bout you coming
to join us?"
"Uh, sure," I said, a bit confused as to why he was inviting me to poker.
"Don't worry, stud. There'll be plenty of dick in it for you. Be at my
place at 8 o clock" He gave the address, then the phone clicked dead.

Near the time, I threw on some plaid shorts over my raging hardon and a
slightly big T-shirt. I don't think I even bothered with a belt. I slipped
on some sandals and was on my way to his place. I rang the bell and was
greeted at the door not by Pete but by an even more muscular man, dressed
in police uniform, with a tan face whose muscled jaw was giving me the
sexiest smile. "Hi there," the man said, shaking my hand with his
extra-strong grip. "You must be John. I'm Officer Drake, but you can call
me Michael." He had meant his introduction to be tongue-in-cheek but I was
too stunned by this rack of manmeat standing in front of me, still shaking
my hand, still giving me that sexy smile, that I didn't register the humor.
Nor did I notice that two other men were standing behing him in the
doorway, also policemen and fine specimens themselves. "Oh, I'm being
selfish," Drake said, "Let me introduce you to my buddies. "This Sargeant
Andrew Mitchell and Officer Kevin Lansing. Oh, and you know Pete already.
He's stashing the fridge with beer right now."
        I couldn't believe it, here I was in the company of three, no four,
of the sexiest men I could hope for. Somehow I had never remembered
policemen to be this sexy. Mostly I encountered them when they tried to
catch me or my friends burning down and they mostly seemed old and
unappealing. Not these guys. They couldn't be more than thirty and didn't
seem to be carrying anything on them but pure muscle. If I had a boner of
steel driving over, now I was leaking precum and a spot was forming on my
shorts that I was afraid was too obvious. After the introductions, we went
into the kitchen, where Pete was. "Hey John, glad you could make it. You
all grab a beer and we can head on into the dining room." We all popped one
open and slowly filed into the dining room. I was second to last could feel
Drake walking close, very close behind me. I was tempted to stop so my butt
could feel if the man was throwing a rod, but I thought that'd be too
obvious. Just then, Drake's mouth leaned down to my ear and whispered.
"You're the sexiest fucking stud I've ever met, you know that?" I didn't
turn around or say anything, but just reached around with my free hand and
squeezed his cock through the cloth of the uniform. We all sat down at the
table and Andrew began to deal the cards. "I must say I didn't bring much
money on me, " I said. "Don't worry," said Kevin, "We don't play for those
kind of stakes." I didn't need to ask what stakes they played for. I just
smile back and said, "Hell, that's good. I have plenty of the other stuff
to offer." At which point Drake began laughing, leading the other guys to
laughter. "All right, all right" Pete said, "Let's get to playing." I knew
that even with good playing and good luck, I'd be wearing nothing in
minutes; these guys were wearing full uniform after all and I had on only a
few measly articles of clothing. And indeed I lost the first hand. I
removed my shirt, to which the guys applauded and hooted. I could have
removed one of my sandals first, but I am rather proud of my well-built
chest, so I figured why not show it off. Andrew lost next and took off his
left shoe. It was Drake's turn, then. He looked over my way with a
lascivious look and said, "I'm going to follow John-boy's lead here," and
removed his uniform shirt. His tie was still on, so it took some finagling,
but as he unbuttoned the blue shirt, we could see that he had no T-shirt
on. So his tan and massive chest was bare to us except for a black tie. The
next turns revealed no flesh: Pete's belt, my right sandal, Kevin's tie,
Andrew's other shoe, my other sandal, Drake's belt. Kevin next removed his
uniform shirt to reveal a tightly-stretched T-shirt covering his torso. I
lost again, and was left only with my shorts on, so I stood up and pulled
them down, showing my stiff cock to the fellows. Pete chided me jokingly
about losing, and I tossed the shorts in his face. The other fellows
laughed and I sat back down. Andrew lost and continued his conservative
playing, removing a sock. Drake then lost and instead of a shoe or his tie,
he unzipped his uniform pants and shucked them down past his ankles and
over his shoes. He had no underwear on, so when he stood up he was wearing
only his tie, his socks, his shoes, and a big fucking cock. This stud was
blowing me away: besides having (like myself) nothing on under his clothes,
he was eager to show himself and match my pace in the game. When he sat
down he glanced over my way and stroked his prick suggestively. When I
checked to make sure the other fellows weren't looking, I did the same.
Kevin lost the next couple of hands, and we were rewarded with a view of
his fine pecs and abs. Pete then lost and removed his pants; he was wearing
white boxers now in addition to the blue uniform shirt. Andrew then removed
a sock, then Pete unbuttoned his shirt to show his white T underneath. I
lost again, and Pete burst out in glee, "I beleive I'm ahead, so I get to
tell you what to do, frat boy." Pete nodded his head in Drake's direction
and said, "Rim Officer Drake's ass, stud man." I didn't hesitate. Drake
stood up and bent over the chair's back. I put my hands on his ass and
pulled the muscle cheeks apart. Before me was the cleanest, most
tantalizing asshole. I began be licking, sort of shyly, along the crack.
Drake began to moan a little, so I thought I'd get him really worked up. I
began to stick my tongue up past the tightness of his sphincter and way up
into his ass. The ass ring clenched tightly at it, but I continued to push
my tongue up into his depths untilI was sure it was as far as it would go.
I wiggled it around to see if I could find his prostate, and apparently I
did because Drake's butch ass began squirming below me and  I heard him
shout expletives of pleasure. i furthered my attack, circling my tongue
around, then darting it in and out of the hole. My hands could feel the
spasms shooting through Drake's muscular frame, and his ass clenched even
further. "Jesus," he shouted, "Dude's making me.... come. Oh shit!" I could
believe my rim job was driving this hunk over the edge, but the very
thought was about to send me off, or it would have had there been anything
on my cock. But Drake didn't need any thing. I reached my hand around to
feel if any cum was going to spurt and it got covered in a fountain of hot
man sperm. "Fuck yeah," said one of the other fellows, maybe Kevin. Drake
and I recovered our senses, and as I was licking the sweet-tasting come off
my hand (with Drake staring that sexy stare at me, breathing hard and
licking his lips), Pete started the next deal. The game continued until all
the other guys were nude, except Andrew, who still wore some checked
boxers. Drake, it figured, would be the next to lose. "All right, Michael,"
Andrew commanded. "Go over and give John a good fuck." By this point I
realized that I had been set up to be Michael's piece of fraternity ass for
the evening, but I didn't mind. Officer Drake eased up behind me and
stuffed all 10 thick inches of copmeat up my ass. I was still randy from
rimming the cop's ass, and wondered how much longer I would last before
shooting four days' worth of cum all over the place, but Drake started off
slow and easy before working up to a full throttle fuck. His dick was still
covered in come, so I had enough lubrication to take the monster.
Amazingly, the rod was no less stiff for having shot a wad just fifteen
minutes earlier. I took a look over and the others were no longer watching
us. Pete was on his knees taking in the Sargeant's meaty cock, while Kevin
was stuffing his prick up Pete's tight rear. Drake's voice brought me back
to reality. "Man, I've been waiting all night to pump your ass, guy. Pete
told me you were one horny stud but I never knew an ass could be this
good." I was gasping in ecstasy, but I managed to say. "Nothing makes me
hornier than a hung hunk. You can have this ass any fucking time you want."
At that, I began to come a megaload and apparently my ass contractions were
driving this police-corps fucking machine over the edge. Drake began
humping me harder than ever, clenched his teeth and said in a low grumble,
"Take this load, you jock slut." Suddenly his hips locked, his dick way up
in me and I could feel shot after shot of officer cum fill my ass. My dick
spurt a few more times, and when I regained consciousness a few seconds
later, the five of us were sprawled on the dining room floor, all covered
in come.

After we got dressed, Pete told me come back tomorrow, Saturday. They were
going to watch a football game and hang out for the day. "Maybe the whole
weekend," Kevin added, laughing. "Don't worry guys," I said, "nothing could
stop me from making it." "I'll say," quipped Andrew, picking up on the
double entendre I'd missed. Drake showed me to the door, and as we were
about to say goodbye, he pulled me up to his frame and planted a long kiss
on my mouth. our tongues fought for a while, and our shaved skin rubbed
together, then we pulled apart. "Can't wait til tomorrow," he said in his
low deep voice, "I want to get better acquainted with that fine ass of
yours." His hands cupped my ass cheeks through my shorts. I thrust my
crotch into his and could feel a beleagered but still large half erection
in his pants. "Just be sure to bring your ten-inch friend," I said. We
kissed again, then went our separate ways.

After a good night's rest, I reached Pete's house about 11 o clock. I wore
only a pair of shorts. Pete answered the door, wearing T-shirt and shorts.
his hairy and strong thighs showed well in the morning sun. "Hey John, come
in." Pete shut the door and turned around to kiss me. We locked mouths for
a minute, then Pete said, "We didn't get a chance to fuck last night, but I
thought you were great. We may have to catch up." "Fine with me. Are any of
the fellow here yet?" "Yeah, Kevin, Michael, and this guy Bob who wasn't
here last night. They're in the living room watching TV. Grab a beer and
join them. I walked in and the three of them were sitting there. They
looked sexier, if possible, in casual wear than in uniform. I sat on the
couch between Kevin and Michael. Bob was sitting in an easy chair closer to
the TV. "Pleased to meet you, I'm Bob," he said extending his hand to
shake. "I'm John" I replied and sat back down. We all watched the game for
an hour or so, and the beer was starting to get to me. After coming back
from a piss, I was sitting and Michael put rested his hand on my right
knee. I looked at him. He smiled a bit but stared straight ahead at the TV.
"So John," Kevin asked, "Did you have fun last night?" "Hell, yeah. You
fellows know a good time." You should join us on a regular basis." "Sure" I
could feel Kevin's stare eyeing me up, looking all over my chest. With
Drake's hand on my knee, my rod was staring to crank up in my shorts. Kevin
continued, "I bet you guys see a lot of fucking in a frat house." "Yeah, I
get my share of action. Only now, the other guys are leaving for the break.
That kind of sucks, really." "No need to worry, man. We're a bunch of horny
motherfuckers always on the make for action. Which do you like better:
fucking or getting fucked?" "I take to both equally well." Kevin leaned
over and whispered to my ear: "I want your cock in me sometime this
afternoon, bud." Then he fucked his tongue in and out of my ear before
drawing back. "What secrets are you telling over there, Kevin?" Bob asked.
"Just telling John here what good head you give." "Fuck" he laughed. We
went back to watching TV for a while, then I got up to get another beer.
When I turned around from the fridge, I saw that Drake had followed me.
"Finally," he said, drawing me into a fervent kiss. My hands reached down
and unzipped his shorts, pulling out his huge erection. "No underwear,
again." I whispered, "I like your style." He smiled into my eyes then said
only, "Suck it."  I went down on my knees and began to worship the 10-inch
rod. slowly, I began to suck it, then developed a good pace on. Drake's
strong hands gripped my head and he began to fuck quick short thrusts into
my open mouth. My hands went around to knead his asscheeks as they fucked
ten prime inches of cop dick down my throat. "Fuck," he whispered and
pulled back enough to spray my tonsils with sticky manjuice. Drake pulled
out his tubesteak and pulled up his shorts. I tried to catch my breath and
swallow all the jism in my mouth. He looked down on me. "Did anyone ever
tell you you give incredible head?" "Yeah." I said. Drake laughed and took
his beer back into the living room. I returned and saw that they had
rearranged position. Pete, Bob, and Drake were now on the couch, and Kevin
sat alone on the love seat. I joined Kevin, who smirked and said, "Hey
John, you've been gone a while." "Yeah," I said, "I went to find something
to eat in the kitchen." "I'm a bit hungry myself," said Kevin. We watched
what was now the end of the third quarter, and about fifteen minutes into
the game, Kevin's hand brushed up against my leg. I pretended to be paying
attention to the game, but my cock was getting all excited. Kevin continued
rubbing my leg. I looked over to the other guys. They weren't paying
attention, just drinking, watching the tube. I could feel the warm,
muscular hand working its way up my thigh. It reached up my shorts and
rubbed my hairy balls. My body tensed in anticipation but I didn't make a
sound or move my head away from the TV. Just then, The hand maneuvered its
way out of my shorts then unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts, pulling out my
long, hard cock. Kevin's large thumb took the bead of precum from the tip
and smeared it all over my dickhead. He then stood up and kneeled before
me, taking all of my length in his warm throat. I thought I'd cum then,
seeing this beefy hunk sucking me down, eating my meat like he had been
waiting to do it for months. He had me shooting my wad in a matter of
seconds and continued milking my fuckstick. He then stood up and turned
around, removing his clothes. He lowered his ass to my face, and i took his
invitation to rim him. I tried all the tricks I used on Michael the
previous evening, and it seemed to work. In no time, I had him writhing in
front of me and calling out my name. Abruptly, he pulled himself away and
lowered his slickened ass over my still erect cock. The effect was
heavenly, and I was beyond caring about endurance. I gave a mean, short
fuck, then spurted my ammunition up his tight policeman ass. By this time,
we had all removed our clothes and were going full at it. Pete came up and
offered his ass to me, so I began to plow him, even as Drake's thick
fingers were opening me up for a good ass fucking. Nothing I had experience
felt so good as being sandwiched between those two pieces of beef, getting
my rocks of in Pete's ass for the first time and getting fucked by the
largest prong I had taken since Alan had given me a full mansized fucking.
Meanwhile, Kevin had mounted Bob's ass and was riding him good. We lasted a
bit longer this time, but after we all shot, we were a bunch of spent
manmeat lying around in the nude drinking beer and watching TV. We ate
some, and watched more football. By the end of the game, I was feeling a
buzz. Pete walked over and put a porn tape in, and with the first scene,
you could see all of the limp dicks rising in unison. Now I was sitting by
Michael again, and we began making out leisurely, rubbing dicks and sucking
face. "You know, John," Michael said, "I really love you. I want you to
shove your dick up my ass." He didn't have to twist my arm. I simply moved
up on top of him and pulled his thighs up. I gave him a rimming to top the
one I had given him the night before. And when his ass was all wet and
open, I positioned my prick at the hole and plowed my way to bliss. I must
have been doing him right, too, because he was wimpering my name and
telling me not to stop, how he wanted my fratdick up his ass forever and
how I was such a horny stud. I felt something wet against my asshole and
looked back to see Kevin's face buried in my crack. I was feeling fine, and
in a minute, I gave Drake the mancream he was begging for.


SAE Action part 9 (mm, coll)

It was early Saturday evening and I was sitting on the couch watching TV. I
felt a pair of strong hands on my shoulders; they began to message them and
I turned around. Mike was standing above me, smiling down. "Hey gorgeous,"
he said, "What do you say you and I go to the city and get ourselves laid
tonight?"  "Only if you let me have a go at that big cock of yours," I
replied. He just laughed, hooked his thumb in the waistband of his shorts
and pulled them down to reveal his long, thick prick, which bounced side to
side in front of my eyes as it grew to full size. I repositioned myself on
the couch and began sucking away.  I began thrusting my middle finger up
his asshole, working over his inner spot really good, and within minutes he
was geysering a load down my waiting gullet.  As he came down from his
orgasmic high, he looked down and mussed my hair with his hand. "You know,"
he said, "you really are a fucking amazing cocksucker." I laughed and
proceeded to lick off the remaining sperm oozing out of his tip.
	
	Later, we were standing around this Atlanta bar, and it was
definitely an "on" night. Most of the men there were fucking hot. We
finally spotted a group of gorgeous guys who looked like baseball jocks,
with a meaty build, a hint of a beer belly, tree-trunk thighs and even more
amazing biceps. From across the bar, we began making eye contact pretty
hard, and within minutes got their attention.  They began talking amongst
themselves, never taking their lustful gaze off our hard fratboy
bodies. Meanwhile, Mike and I were doing the same, talking and wondering
how we would pick from the four of them, or if any were coupled
already. Finally, after an eternity of locked stares and aching hardons, we
made the move and walked over to join them.

	They introduced themselves as Eric, Rick, Al, and Bill. They were
in fact baseball players, three at Georgia Tech, one (Al) at UGA. We bought
a round of beers for all, and had soon hit it off with these athlete studs,
who opened up and were talking to us like we were their best friends or at
least their baseball buddies. The sexual tension in the air was apparent,
but then it dawned on me, what if they think Mike and I are a couple and
aren't interested?  I mean, Mike and I were acting as one that night and we
do in fact share the bond the fooling around has left us. My fears were put
to rest, though, when Rick, the tallest and most built of the bunch, said,
"Say, we were just thinking about to our apartment to hang out and chill a
little. Would you fellas like to join? We have plenty of cold beer in the
fridge."  Mike replied before I could speak, "Hell yeah, I'm always up for
a cold beer."  As if it were the beer (and not baseball-jock cock) that
Mike and I were after.  So it looked like Mike and I were going to get an
incredible lay after all, but I still didn't know exactly what was going
on. But with four paragons of manflesh leading the way out the door, I
didn't need specifics.

	Back at Rick's place, we each grabbed a beer and sprawled out on
the two couches in front of the TV. Mike and I must have been on the same
wavelenghth, because we deliberately sat on opposite couches, him between
Rick and Bill (Eric was in the kitchen still), me beside Al, who I thought
was the hottest of the bunch, with light brown hair, green eyes, and a
slightly trimmer body (though he was still a mound of muscle, even compared
to my not-too-shabby physique). And his biceps were incredible, mounds of
taut muscle that stretched his tanned skin every time he lifted the beer
bottle to his mouth. I could not stop staring at him, his awesome physique,
his huge arms, his gorgeous boy-next-door face, and he was gazing full
force into my eyes. Suddenly, we were locked in an electric kiss, rubbing
our free hands over each others pecs and abs. We had lost awareness of the
others and were now set to devouring each others' jock bodies.  I peeled
off his T-shirt and began massaging his tight pec muscles, working his
hairy nipples to hardness. Al went straight for my dick, tugging down my
shorts and jacking my boner in his thick, calloused hand. I pulled off my
shirt and began removing his shorts. He lifted up his legs, so I could pull
them off his ankles. His feet still in the air, I removed his shoes and
socks, tossing them on the floor. I put his calves on my shoulders and
mounted his beefy bod, planting my lips on his. His cock ground against my
abs, mine against his moist asscrack. "I want you to fuck me, frat stud,"
he said, "Stick your frat meat up my tight jock ass. You want that, don't
ya?" "Fuck yeah," I said, "I want to fuck this hard jock from front and
behind. I want to hear you beg for my big, hard cock." His cock was leaking
precum something hard now, and I was getting all randy dry-humping between
his glorious buns. I sucked on my fingers to coat them with spit and began
finger fucking his hot ass. "Fuck yeah," he breathed, "work that hole."
There's no way I could have hoped for a jock this hot.  Sometimes they're
all stiff and into their straight act, but this fella obviously liked
man-to-man sex and got off being an athlete-slut begging for cock. It
wasn't long before his hole was all nice and wet and his ass lips were
asking for something besides my knuckles. Al hunched up and took my
rockhard cock in his mouth, slickening it up for its destination fuck. He
wasn't bad in the cocksucking department either, and I had to pull him off
my shaft before I dumped my load into his hot throat. Quickly, I pushed his
thighs back, raising his ass up off the couch, and in, one quick move,
entered him. "Shit," he seethed, "your dick's so fucking hard." "Man, you
haven't felt it all yet," I replied and inched more of my sausage-thick
prick slowly up his slick ass. "How do you like it, man," I asked, "nice
and slow or hard and fast?" "My ass can take any pounding you give," he
said pulling my ass cheeks toward him. I began a steady thrust and quickly
accelerated into a manic fuck. I was getting off having this beefcake stud
writhing beneath me and feeling the pleasure of my dick reaming his ass,
when I felt hands on my ass pulling my cheeks apart: someone was rimming
me! I turned around and there was Eric, who looked up with a beeming smile
and sexy look in his eyes and then went back to work on my fuckhole. His
tonguework drove me wild and began shooting into Al's ass below me. But
never did I stop fucking away; I was still hard as hell and could feel more
come storing up. Besides I didn't want this to end: being sandwiched
between these two musclestuds was the wildest thing. When Eric began
fucking my hole, the hotness reached a new plateau. Al and I were sucking
face and I was jerking a good load out of his cock; thick ropes of come
went flying between our chests, up our necks and onto our chins, and they
seemed to keep coming.  "Fuck, good tight ass," Eric hissed and began
thrusting wildly in and out of my rectum.  Suddenly, hot jism pour inside
my bowels. "Shit," I screamed and pumped another load of mancream into the
ass below me.

The next morning, I woke up and Rick was servicing my cock. I put my hands
on his head to push more of the shaft down his throat. I marveled at the
sight: the incredible set of shoulders, his arms flexing as if he were
doing push-ups on and off my prong, his buzz-cut and concerted look on his
face. I imagined him deepthroating his teammates and getting off on licking
their muscles all over before devouring their meat, like he's doing to mine
right now. I then fantasized that I was his coach and he's showing me how
much the team appreciates me. It was too much and I shot my morning spunk
into his mouth.

Before we were about to leave, Al came up to me in the hall and grabbed my
crotch. "Hey there sailor, wanna hot ass to fuck?" he teased. Silently, I
turned him around and unbuttoned his shorts, letting them fall to the
floor. I unzipped mine and pulled out my now hard dick. I bent Al down
forward so his ass was at my disposal and stuck my finger up his hole. It
wa still slick and loose from the cum and fucking it got that morning and
the night before, so I dispensed with the fingerfuck and just put my cock
right up him. "Oh, yeah... That dick feels good...." That's all that was
said for the next 10 minutes, as I silently and quickly fucked a load out
of him and shot my seed up his mancunt. I pulled out with an audible PLOP
and he stood and pulled up his shorts. He turned around and we kissed. He
handed me a slip of paper out of his shirt pocket.  "Give me a call when
you get back to campus. My ass could get really happy with this dick of
yours." He was gone and I was out the door, going down to meet Mike who
appeared to being giving a similar good-bye to Bill. In minutes, we were
off back home.


SAE Action part 10 (mm, coll)

Friday night, another party. It was a routine affair, you know, buying the
kegs, renting the cover band, finding a sorority to mix with us.

Anyway, I was totally fucked up that night, drunk and high on this amazing
pot Mark had scored from a friend who apparently owed him big (I didn't ask
for what). Right before the party, we had holed up in our room and lit up.
After we'd been laughing for about 15 minutes nonstop, Mark stood up and
unzipped his jeans. Out plopped a hardening cock, swinging back and forth
in front of my face. We didn't need to say anything. Whenever one of us got
a boner, we'd suck each other off or occasionally fuck (even though Mark
doesn't like fucking nearly as much as I do), and besides, I knew Mark
always got hornier than a mother fucker when he smoked.

We were feeling good and were in no hurry. I liked giving my roommate
head. His dick was big enough to get excited over, but not so huge as to
choke.  Also, Mark knew how to fuck a guy's mouth hard but not too hard. My
technique wasn't too bad, or so I was told, so usually I could work a big
thick load from his cock.  That night was no exception. It was like downing
a double shot of hot, sticky cum. Mark rubbed the hair on my head, pulled
up his jeans and walked out to join the party.

I joined the crowd myself and was on the lookout for dick in a major way
the whole night. A few fellows from the crew team showed up, looking mighty
fine, but they seemed more interested in chatting up the sorority girls
than anything else.

As I was bending over the keg, I felt a body come behind me and a large
hand along my back until it rested on my shoulder. What's more, through the
thin fabric of my Umbros (I wasn't wearing any underwear, after all), I
could feel a hardon beneath the man's pants. I turned around to see who it
was and it was my god, Jake. Only he was fully inebriated, his
dark-blondish hair wet and tousled, and with no shirt, only a pair of
khakis, which didn't do a good job of hiding his boner. I rested my hand on
his shoulder, as if to get my balance, but more to get a chance to feel his
warm skin and massive muscles.

"Man, Jake, it looks like you've one hell of a hardon." "Yeah, would you
like to feel it?" Christ, this was too much and far more than I expected
from this hunk of a man. Still, he was expecting me to make the move, so I
would be the queer he could blame in case of guilty feelings. Fuck, I
didn't care at the moment. I only knew that Adonis himself was standing in
front of me, his rippling chest and abs full in sight, asking me to feel
his schlong. So never taking my eyes off his, I reached forward and undid
his zippper. He wasn't wearing any underwear either, and a heavy, thick
tube of succulent mancock plopped out into my hand. It was so hot it almost
burned. Slowly I started jacking the cock, which responding by lengthening
into a formidable size. I was too afraid to look to see how large it
was. And anyway, Jake decided to show his appreciation by moving his open
mouth toward mine and joining in a kiss. When his tongue began to feel
around and meet mine, I thought I'd shoot then and there. But I had to
control myself, as I wanted to make this last all night if possible.  "Hey
man," I said, "Why don't we go back to your room and take our time." Jake
gave the biggest smile and said, "My thoughts exactly."

At last I has the man I'd lusted after since joining the house and now he
was taking charge, slipping his huge fuckprod up my ready hole. He slowly
inched the fucker in, let it rest, then began a steady in and out with his
ten inches. I became impatient and started slamming my ass back down to get
more up my butt.  "Yeah, slut-boy, you like the feel of my cock. I've seen
you checking me out.  Something about the way you looked at me told me
you'd be a good lay."  During his hot sex-talk, I was squriming in ecstasy,
my prostate throbbing like never before. "Yeah, fuck me hard," I ordered,
"I need a jock like you to fill my hot ass with mancream.""Oh yeah, you
horny fuck...take it....take my hard frat cock...and my hot jock juice..."
We were going at it hard now, in doggy position, me rocking my ass back,
him slamming his long prick home in my guts. A number of sharp fuck-thrusts
later, his seed flew up my ass.

"Fuck, that was hot," I breathed. "Was?" Jake asked, as he began fucking
his still hard rod up my ass. I immediately bucked back down on him,
meeting his impaling staff thrust for hard thrust. Jake grabbed my hips and
fell back on the bed, pulling me with him so I faced away from him,
stradling him. The impact caused his cock to push harder and further in
me. The pleasure was incredible. I raised my hips off his and began to buck
on his stallion dick. After a few minutes, my aching prostate could take no
more and I shot gobs of mancream all over the sheet and Jake's downy-haired
legs. My ass must have been twitching away, because in no more than half a
minute later, I felt the spray of warm seed up my bowels. We were hardly
finished for the night, but we both needed rest.


The next morning I awoke to the sun streaming in. I tried to remember where
I was or what day it was, even, and it took me a minute to realize I was in
Jake's bed. And then I realized Jake was next to me, fucking some man. The
guy he was doing was short, shorter than me, with a compact build. I
recognized him from the party. He was one of the crew team guys. All of
those men turned me on, and this guy was one of the better looking
ones. Knew how to take dick, too.  Jake was pounding him something hard,
and the guy seemed to be experiencing nothing but pure man-bliss. His erect
prick pushed up against his abs and leaked a little more each time Jake
slammed his cock up him.

My dick was already sporting a boner, but this morning surprise had my
prick extra hard and extra ready. Jake finally noticed I was up and said
between grunt-thrusts, "Look at here, John. Went to piss this morning and
this jock couldn't keep his horny eyes of my dick. Thought maybe two frat
dicks would get his ass begging for it."

I didn't know which of the studs I wanted to attack first, Jake or this
crew jock. Seeing as how Jake was already humping our jock-slut's ass, that
left only Jake himself. Which was all right with me. I had waited all year
for a chance to get it on with this dream man of the SAE house and last
night had pulled through beyond my dreams. His tall frame, thick muscle,
lightly tan rough skin; eveything turned me on. I began to rub his sinewy
back, down to the globes of ass muscle. I watched as his dick pounded the
athlete's hot ass below, as his low-hanging balls slapped against wet skin.

I mouthed those balls, licking the thrusting shaft from time to time.
Slowly I began to move my tongue up along the ridge between his parted
thighs. I lapped the wiry hairs there and licked my way up to his
butthole. It was a lovely sight, pink and tight, but I could tell it had
been fucked before. I don't know why this came as a surprise to me. In my
months at college I'd screwed some of the straightest-looking, top-man ass
on campus, so why I assumed Jake didn't take dick up his rear I can't
say. All I know is that the realization got my hard jock body hot and horny
to take my dream-stud's ass.

The rim job got Jake nice and ready for my frat-buddy cock. I took a little
lube from the bedside, rubbed my achingly-hard cock a bit, then fed it to .
Jake temporarily stopped his full-on fuck to accommodate my not-too-small
prickmeat.

"Fuck, yes," he hissed. "Come on, John, push it in, slow....aaahh, real
good.  Fuck." When Jake's ass opened up enough to let me in all the way, I
began my deep man-fuck and let my new fuck-buddy resume his job on the jock
ass he was mounting. Being in the middle of a hunk sandwich must have felt
pretty good to Jake. He was mumbling incoherently and gasping in the throes
of what had to be the longest nut I've ever seen a guy have. His ass went
wild on my hammering cock and I knew it wouldn't be too long in popping my
load, either. Our third man was to beat me, though. He started yelling,
encouraging Jake to screw him harder and deeper, telling us how hot us
frat-fuckers were. Poor Jake got drowned in the load that kid let loose. I
wrapped my arms around Jake's chest and shoved my cock up one last time. It
felt good and tight and warm as I released my hot manseed.

We untangled and made our way to the showers. There we were joined by Kyle,
the frat president, who was joined by another of the crew team members
who'd stayed over last night. Needless to say, we all shot a couple of more
loads before getting fully clean.


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