Date: Mon, 3 Dec 2012 23:01:47 +0000
From: Foxpark Foxpark <foxpark@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Uni Rugby 3

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Part 3 where Dez springs his surprise on the unsuspeting fresher.

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"A cam show?"

"That's what I said," Derren replied with a smile.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me- I'm not doing that!"

	Derren had expected Cole to react like this. It didn't matter. He
had gone over the idea a few times in his head and it was a win-win
situation. Barton would be happy because his initiate would have been
tested, Cole would be one step closer to getting on the rugby team and
Derren... well Dez would have the un-enviable task of watching Cole strip
off on webcam and perform for a bunch of strangers. "it's the hard end of
the bargain, " he thought to himself as he walked home that day with a huge
grin on his face, "but I guess I'll just have to do my best to enjoy it."
All Cole had to do was have a wank on a cam site- he didn't even have to
show his face. Dez would 'of course' be obligated to hold the webcam in
position because it tended to slide about a bit and might film his face
accidently. He hadn't told Cole about that part of the plan yet.

"Look the second lot of you charming rugby recruits are going to be put
through their paces tonight. You'll have even more competition- so why not
simply do this, laugh about how humiliating it all was, and get on to the
next bit?"

"I don't want to do it- I don't want a load of creepy old perv's staring at
me whilst I knock one out!"

"No one needs to see your face," Dez responded reassuringly. He couldn't
believe it, this guy was even cuter when he got angry his face immediately
went somewhere between a sulk and a pout.

"Look- you can't make me do this-"

"You are absolutely right- I can't. Nor will I try. This is your
choice. You don't 'have' to join the rugby team either. But if you want to
play fair and get into Barton's little group you will have to do
this. These are the terms," Dez finished levelly and folded his arms. For a
moment or two the young fresher couldn't meet his gaze. Dez decided it was
best to leave the room and let him think about it.

It was a bit unfair when he really thought about it. This clearly hadn't
been part of the 'new horizons' that students were told they'd explore at
university. Still everybody had their rude awakening at some point- its
just that his was coming early. It wasn't all doom and gloom, Dez reflected
as he threw himself down on the sofa of the living room, once people
accepted the fact that, whilst you'd get into some "really crazy shit" at
uni it didn't mean you would enjoy it all, well- then they actually begun
to have an adventure and had a bloody good time of it too.

Oh yes life had gotten... easier after Derren had learned to accept that
'outrageous experiences didn't always mean doing something you'd
enjoy. Most of the time it was about doing things that pushed your
boundaries. Most of the straight guys (and the sluttier girls) that came to
university thought that their outrageous experience would include a lot of
conventional sex and some heavy drinking. That was, as far as a hardened
student was concerned, part of the day to day background for most uni
students. They didn't think they'd wake-up in the morning next to someone
they didn't fancy and hear that last night they snogged their best-friend
for a bet. But once they accepted things would get out of hand and
submitted to the idea that 'anything can happen' then they actually started
living the Uni life. That's when the fun truly began.

  *** When Dez was just a fresher he signed up to a lot of societies, as
many freshers do.  For some reason, that he couldn't fathom even today, he
signed up to kick boxing.  The head of the society was Terri Simpson a
third year studying psychology. She wasn't your typical girly girl by any
means, and yet there was something alluring about her. She was all woman-
it was just that her lady-curves were packed with enough muscle to break
bone with a high-kick.
 This particular experience was at her house-party. At University a house
party is a pretty standard occurrence so it not unusual for there to be a
healthy amount of competition between neighbours and friends. As a result
every other party tends to be themed or have some outrageous hook that
people think has never been done before. This party was meant to be Mexican
themed which, considering it was a November in England, was pretty bloody
optimistic. What it boiled down to was a mass of people drinking tequila,
wearing sombreros and listening to Shakira and any other kind of music that
sounded vaguely Spanish/Mexican/Latin (it was a party- no one was marking
them on authenticity).'Fresher Dez' had already hooked up at uni, got
completely wasted, smoked something that may or may not have been legal
etc- but they weren't really experiences you could say broke any
boundaries. That was until three shots of tequila (that went down as gently
as three lead weights) lowered everybody's inhibitions just a bit too much.
Even to this day Dez was a little bit fuzzy on how he had ended up in Terri
Simpson's bedroom chatting utter shit to her boyfriend but by 3 o'clock in
the morning that's exactly where he was. At some point Terri joined them
and said that everybody had crashed or taken cabs home and the party had
officially run its course.  They talked. Dez couldn't remember now what
they had talked about but the conversation had veered toward sex. If he had
been sober that night he would have easily spotted the side-ways glances
that the kickboxing coach and her boyfriend were giving each other.  "I
like to watch gay porn- it's all about two guys together it really gets me
off."  When Terri had said that Dez hadn't thought "my god what is she on"
or "where the hell did that come from" - he was drunk, and so he just
laughed. He tried to focus in on her face as she was telling him how hot it
would be to watch two guys getting off in front of her. She was saying how
she fantasised about playing with her pussy whilst two guys fucked on her
bed. Dez hadn't noticed her boyfriend moving closer to him until his hand
was on Dez's thigh.
	Terri's boyfriend wasn't unattractive but there was nothing about
him that really turned Dez on. If he'd been walking down the street Dez
wouldn't have blinked let alone given him a second glance. But at gone
three in the morning, with alcohol coursing through his body and another
guy moving forward to kiss him whilst his own girlfriend watched: Dez
responded and kissed back. It wasn't a good kiss- Dez remembered that
much. Then the other guy's hands were in his hair and pushing, gently but
firmly telling Dez where this was all going to go.  "Take it out."  And Dez
did- wordlessly- completely wrapped up in the moment and apathetic to his
situation. The guys dick hadn't been anything special- even if it had Dez
was too far gone to care, He'd gone down on him- no licking or teasing;
this was not about attraction as this guy was clearly on the straight side
of the curiosity spectrum.  "Fucking yes," this had come from Terri who was
watching the whole show with a satisfied grin on her face.  Then it all
changed pace. Dez's face was grabbed roughly and the guy began to brutally
fuck his face. To his shame- even to this day: Dez went with it. This was
clearly about the pick showing his girlfriend that he was an alpha and his
dick wouldn't exactly have troubled even a virgin cocksucker. IT wasn't as
if this was a mammoth session either as despite even the hindering effects
of the alcohol the guy began to unload into Dez's mouth. That had been a
sobering experience. The guy could produce an unholy amount of spunk that
filled Dez's mouth, overspillng and dripping down his chin.  That was all
that Dez could remember about that night- it wasn't until the following
afternoon when he received a video of the nights events from Terri with a
simple "thanks" that it really hit him. She'd been recording it on her
phone! He'd been used as a sex toy in some weird couples' game. He'd been
filmed sucking off a guy that he wouldn't have touched if he'd been
sober. The worst part of it all? No one had forced him. They were just as
drunk as he was- but the barriers had melted away and he'd gone with
it. It'd taken him a month to get over the shame of it all.  Yes- a big
part of university life was exploring new horizons but that didn't
automatically mean you'd enjoy it. Since then? Well he had already put a
foot over the threshold and new experiences came thick and fast. They
weren't all enjoyable but the answer to that was "fuck it. So what?" He had
deleted the video Terri had sent him out of self-disgust. There would have
been no point in torturing himself by watching some random guy fuck his
face and spunk up in his mouth despite having as much sexual magnetism as
an elbow.  Some days- though very rarely- he thought, "if only I'd known
then what I know now- maybe I would have still deleted it, but if I had
kept it I'd always be able to look at the exact moment that I just let go
and the adventure began."

***

Derren was shaken from his trip down memory lane by a polite but pointed
cough from the doorway.

"Alright I'll do it but i'm not showing my face and I'm not doing more
thant ten minutes-"

"15 minutes and you have to do as people ask, except if its about showing
your face. Is there anything else?"

The young fresher looked uncertain for a moment. Dez watched his face
contort as he fought with some unmentionable inner-demon. He ran a hand
threw his hair and stared down at his bare feet, unable to meet the older
student's gaze for a moment.

"I'm dyslexic..."

Dez waited to see if there was going to be any more to this but there
didn't seem to be. "Is... that a problem?" he ventured.

"I know how these cam sites work, I can't read what they're saying and type
back and... you know... not all at once. Your gonna need to read what
they're saying to me and I want you to guarantee that they NEVER see my
face."

Dez's cock jumped in his underwear, this couldn't have gone better if he-
well he had planned it sought of, but this way meant he wasn't pushing Cole
into it.

"And you won't tell anyone? I don't want it getting out unless I decide to
tell someone-"

"I completely respect that," Dez responded quickly, "and like i said you
don't really have to do this- it's your choice." But somewhere in the back
of Dez's brain was a voice screaming at him to shut the fuck up and get
this fit fresher naked as fast as possible.

Dez led the way back to his room and explained the set up to Cole. Cole
would sit in a chair in just his boxers to starts with and Dez would be
sitting in front of him with his laptop, reading and responding to people
online and making sure the webcam didn't shift to hit the lads face. Cole
was visibly trembling as he stepped out of his jeans and pulled his shirt
over his head, but as he sat down in the chair he shot Dez a look of
defiance so fierce that it gave Dez chills.

"Well?" Cole said- it was only then that Dez realised he'd been staring
with his mouth open. "Let me know when we start- I'm setting a timer on my
phone- 15 minutes and no more."

	Dez logged on to the cam site and checked the position of the
camera. In the small box on his screen was the full torso and groin shot of
the gorgeous fresher- this alone was enough to get him salivating, but just
above the edge of his laptop was the full image. The flawless face, the
dirty blond hair and the sparkle of his eyes. That image alone was enough
to capture Derrens full attention. Getting a hold of himself (not that
way-but believe me he desperately needed to do that) he clicked the button
to start broadcasting and gave the younger student a thumbs up to let him
know they had begun. Cole started the timer on his phone and cast it aside,
ready and waiting for the first instruction.

The chat screen erupted.

	It was now early evening so there weren't that many 'performers' of
note online. The image of a young fit body, muscles rippling as his hands
stroked his chest was enough to entice people by their hundreds in an
instant. That- and the little heading "18 year old Rugby student" that
Derren had decided to place in the status box.

"They want you to play with your nipples."

	Cole swallowed loudly and it looked for a second as if he was about
to get up and call of the whole thing but slowly, ever so slowly, his hand
traced its way over the toned flesh of his stomach and his fingers began to
graze the darker skin of his nipple. Once more a volley of comments lit up
the screen. Cole looked at Derren with a raised eyebrow, his look still
demonstrating his reluctance to go with this easily.

"They want you to start wanking your cock."

	Cole shot Derren another look but let his hand slide back down his
abs and begin to play with the soft flesh contained within his
underwear. By this point Derren was practically dribbling and struggling to
concentrate as his own hard cock demanded attention as it ground against
his jeans. He risked a glance at the time on his laptop- 3 minutes had
already passed!

"They keep demanding that you take it out."

	Dez had expected Cole to struggle with this bit but he pulled out
the most perfect cock Derren had ever seen. It made sense- at 18 even a
situation like this couldn't have competed with the fact that any sexual
situation would ignite the throbbing beast that is male sexuality. Cole's
cock was- well perfect. The dark flesh of his manhood must have been at
least eight maybe eight and a half inches. Lads like Cole weren't made by
some organic process- they had to be hand crafted by sime gifted sculptor-
had to be.
	Dez watched- mouth open- as the fresher began to pump his hand up
and down his cock, slowing every now and then to pass his palm over the
sensitive engorged head. He took a good look t the endless trail of obscene
messages that appeared on screen.  People were really enjoying the show.

"They want you to take out your balls"

	Cole was now in the moment and stretched his underwear lower to
release a heavy set of boy balls. He rolled the soft love eggs in one hang
whilst the other continued its ministrations on his 18 year old dick. Only
Dez could appreciate the look on the younger student's face as he shut his
eyes and bit down on his lower lip, succumbing to the pleasure and
forgetting his position momentarily..
	The resolution on the camera was too low for the online audience to
appreciate it- but Derren could clearly make out a clear drop of precum
forming at the tip of Cole's cock. Derren's own mind was filled with
nothing but filth- if he'd been in a position to put his thoughts into
words he would have shocked himself with the hideously lustfulness of their
nature.

It shouldn't have happened, he didn't sense it coming but he
sneezed. Briefly- ever so briefly the camera was shook and turned upwards
to catch a glimpse of the fresher's face contorting in ecstasy. Dez's hand
shot forward and corrected it in an instant, withdrawing it just as Cole
opened his eyes to see what the sudden commotion was about. It wouldn't
have been long enough for anybody to recognise who he was and it was highly
unlikely that any of his straight mates were watching the show online. That
thought passed through Dez's head in an instant, it had to because all the
higher functions of his brain shut down once more as it gave way to the
raging lust that was watching the show before him. The sweet smell of
precum and sex had found its way to Dez's already tortured senses as he
fought down his desire to lick and nibble every inch of the masturbating
Adonis in front of him.

If there was a god of homosexual men then he had heard Dez's wordless
prayers as a request blinked onto the screen.

"They want you to lift your legs and show them your feet."

	It was a typical request for straight boys. They'd think nothing of
showing their feet but in that position it would their man cunt. Dez was
practically panting at the mere thought of what he was about to see.
Looking a little weirded out by the request Cole complied and slowly began
to raise his feet...

...and then the alarm on his phone sounded, signalling that fifteen minutes
had indeed passed. Cole instantly dropped his feet and covered himself as
best as he could with his boxers. Dez audibly sighed as the dark pink flesh
was hidden from view. Responding to the hand gestures Cole was making he
stopped the camera feed.

"That's it you've passed and I'll tell Barton you've done so," Derren tried
to sound as friendly and non-plussed as possible to cut away the tension in
the room.

Cole smiled, visibly relieved- "thanks, and you won't tell anyone right?"

"Right, now- not being impolite but get the hell out of here you've been
here since god knows when in the morning."

This got a smile from Cole who dressed hurriedly.

"Have you seen my necklace mate? it was a present."

"erm na," Derren replied hurriedly kicking the pendent under his desk (he
would congratulate himself for this bit of quick thinking later), "I tell
ya what give me your number and if it turns up i'll give you a call."

Success- after exchanging numbers and saying a rather awkward goodbye Cole
left. It had gone pretty smoothly. "Sure," Dez thought to himself, "later
on I'll kick myself for not recording it but I won't forget it- it couldn't
have gone better." His hard-on had softened somewhat since saying goodbye
to Cole but he gave it a quick pull through his jeans. He'd left his laptop
on and strolled towards it to shut it down.

He had stopped the show but the page was still up and running.

There at the bottom of the comments feed were four words that sent a
spiteful chill down his spine.

[Cole is that you?]

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