Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2008 14:49:08 -0500
From: Qwik Lub <qwiklub@hotmail.com>
Subject: University Daze

Disclaimer: Unless you are brand new to Nifty you know how this works. This
is a work of fiction portraying consensual sex between an adult male and a
teen male. No fictional characters were harmed during the writing of this
story. Do not read this if you are legally or philosophically blind. If you
are in a country or jurisdiction where it is illegal to read such material
do not tell anyone what you are doing. We know what you are doing and it's
ok with us. We won't tell either. If you are a minor, pretend you are in
the same situation as the folks above and follow that advice. If you are
offended by such material face the fact that you are here because it turns
you on. After you get off, go seek professional help to deal with your
feelings. (See the "blind" part above.) All flames will be ignored. All
other comments are welcome.

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This is my first attempt at writing like this. Thanks to Storyguy22 for his
inspiration and guidance. Thanks also to everyone else who also has made
Nifty the great place that it is. It's time to give a little back.


COLLEGE DAZE


I was looking forward to visiting my old school. It had been almost 25
years since my graduation and I was sure there would be some changes. I got
lucky. Our firm's annual recruitment drive was a kind of two-way deal with
the university. The school got valuable internships for their Business
school students, and we got first crack at new interns. If only I knew how
much I would get personally.

So I had enjoyed the drive up into the beautiful New England hills. I
especially love this time of year with the autumn leaves turning brilliant
colors. I felt as if I was going right back to my favorite days of college.
I pulled into the campus, stopped at the Guard booth, and got my security
sticker. The guard also gave me a map of campus (hey, don't I know this
place like the back of my hand?), and directed me to the hotel.  (Hotel?!?
Since when has this place needed a hotel? Ok, so yeah it's at the most
deserted point between New York and Boston, but... a hotel?) I followed the
directions feeling more out of touch, and older, by the minute. The campus
still felt vaguely familiar. I recognized some of the buildings and a few
old haunts, but so many new buildings had sprung up I wasn't completely at
home. Still, this place had become so much more beautiful than I
remembered.

Well so what?, I asked myself. I wasn't here to re-enroll. I was here to
find the new generation of grunts to keep our firm profitable. If only I
knew how profitable this weekend would be for me personally I might have
creamed in my pants right then. I got to the hotel in the middle of campus
(wasn't there a group of dorms here back in the day?), parked, grabbed my
bags and entered the lobby. At the front desk my adventure began.

"Hi. My name is Brad, may I help you please?"

Help me? Sheesh kid, if you wanna help me call 911 because you just stopped
my heart! Brad was around 5'10", 155 lbs, and clearly a muscular cutie in
his form fitting clothes. I guessed his age at anywhere between 17 and 20,
but no facial hair to hide his flawless rosy cheeked skin. He had longish
sandy brown hair and ... gee... what color are those eyes? I guessed they
were blue, but then the light blue A & F t-shirt definitely colored my
perceptions. His nipples looked as though they would cut through the thin
fabric clinging to his chest. Fortunately his mesmerizing eyes kept me from
openly staring at his chest and blowing my cover (no pun intended, hehe). I
realized, after what seemed like an hour, that he had asked me a question.
I produced my copy of the reservation. Good thing I had it with me since I
was already tongue-tied by this young hottie. He took it with a sparkle in
his eye that seemed to hint he was used to men staring at him.

"Yes we've been expecting you, Mr. Brown." Brad gave me a megawatt smile
and said, "It is our pleasure to have you as our guest, and I see you are
an alum as well. If there's anything special I... um, ...anything we can do
to make your stay more enjoyable, please let us know."  Brad's creamy
smooth face flushed ever so slightly at those words, and I would swear his
eyes had changed to grey/green for a moment, but I would have been just as
taken had he recited the alphabet. Then I felt it... My gaydar had a
definite ping!

Now, in the interest of full disclosure, let me describe myself to you. I'm
a 36 years-old, 6'2", 210 pound, African-American male. I'm not exactly
World Wrestling Entertainment material. However, I work out faithfully so I
still had a decent body. Was this kid clocking me? Wait, no.... it must be
just my lust for cute, young guys that has me wishing, thinking he's
checking me out.

Brad turned around to program the room keycard and my tongue rolled out of
my mouth, over the counter and down on the floor. At least it felt that
way. He was wearing sagging khaki pants that revealed the tops of his boxer
briefs. Written on the waist band were the words "eat me", or maybe they
said Ralph Lauren. I couldn't tell for sure as I was blinded by a
tantalizing sneak peak of the most beautiful ass I've seen in real life. I
didn't know whether to sing, cry, or fall on my knees and bury my face into
the valley between his muscular cheeks.

"I'm sorry... what did you say?", I stammered. I had realized he was
looking back at me over his shoulder with a Cheshire cat grin.  He
certainly had caught me ogling his butt and I was played for sure.

"Do you need one keycard or two?"

"Oh... uh... I'm just here... uh, by myself... I mean... um... yeah... one
will do... I guess."  Wow. I silently hoped the university had upgraded
their medical facilities too, because this kid was giving me a stroke. (The
bad kind of stroke, you naughty people.)

Brad extended his hand with the room keycard and said, "Room 269,
Mr. Brown."  Yeah, like any of you could have let that pass! But before I
could drop one of a dozen puns on the number, Brad beat me to the punch
line. He quickly looked around the lobby, raised his eyebrows and said,
"Guess this is your lucky number, eh?" I don't remember exactly what
happened next. Either electricity flew from his fingers into mine as I
started to take the keycard, or the EMS had connected the defibrillator to
my chest while I was drooling. One thing I know for sure was that my dick
went rock hard. This kid was walking Viagra! Brad kept our hands touching
as he gestured with his other hand. "Take the elevator across the lobby to
the second floor, take two left turns and your room is at the end of the
hall. We hope you enjoy your stay."

"I already am." OK, not exactly a snappy comeback, but I was lucky to
remember how to speak at that moment. He favored me with another megawatt
smile and I reluctantly broke our contact and headed for the elevators. (Oh
my gawd! I have to see more of this beauty.) It was a little difficult to
walk with my rod so painfully hard. Maybe I should re-enroll? Better yet,
maybe they need someone to do the books or clean the lobby. Anything to see
more of him. I somehow managed to remember his directions to my room and
let myself in after eventually figuring out which way to hold the keycard.
Get it together pal. Let's remember why you're here. I found the room to be
comfortable enough and started to unpack. It was a modern suite with a
king-sized bed, desk, leather couch, flat panel HDTV and wireless
internet... Oh damn! I left my computer case at the front desk, with all my
work... Just as I realized my stupidity there was a knock at the door.

"You left this at the desk, Mr. Brown." Brad held my computer case and
grinned at me. "I figured it was important so I decided to deliver it
personally." There was that intriguing color-shift in his eyes again. I was
speechless. I vaguely remember reaching out a hand to take the case, but
Brad sauntered through the open door brushing his body past mine and walked
over to the desk. As he passed I caught a strong scent that exploded in my
brain. I don't know if it was Axe body spray or the pheromones of a
healthy, horny young stud in heat. Either way I felt a wet spot growing in
my shorts.

"Let me set up your wireless internet connection for you, Mr Brown. No
charge.", he said with that same killer smile. What is happening here? I
need to take control. This isn't some Bel Ami porn vid, is it?

"Um it's Richard." Brad gave me a glance. "My name... my first name I
mean... Uh... thanks. Still I... um... I mean you've been... you are being
very helpful... Still I don't want to keep you... from your duties, that
is. But... thank you."

"It's ok... Dick." There was that smile again. The way he used my first
name went right from my ears to my crotch. "I'm not working today. I just
covered the desk clerk so he could get lunch. He's back now. It's no
problem at all. In fact, it's my pleasure." With that last comment he
tucked his thumbs in his saggers and I saw a glimpse of flat abs with a
treasure trail leading into his boxers.  Now I normally follow the rule
that if it seems too good to be true it probably is and should be
avoided. However, this gorgeous walking wet dream was in my room cruising
me and I was suddenly determined, should I die soon, I would die a happy
man.

"Well then... please... do me... gag! Um... set me up... the internet that
is." Brad's smile turned up the wattage by 50%, if that was possible. My
erection got harder by the same margin. There was definitely no hiding it
and I saw his eyes blatantly appraising the tent in my shorts. This kid was
too cool for words as he simply took out my computer and started setting it
up. Rather than sit he just bent over the desk.  Oh my gawd that fantastic
ass! I've died and gone to heaven.  The small part of my brain still
functioning above my waist registered that the door was still open. I
closed it and threw the privacy lock. Brad must have heard it, but showed
no reaction. I walked over and sat on the couch where I had a perfect view
of his perfect ass. "So are you doing work-study, then? Are you in the
hotel management program?

"Nah. My dad is the general manager so I help out here and there. I'm not
in college yet. I'm only 16. The groan escaped my lips long before it
registered in my ears. All the blood in my body flowed into my groin. I was
so hard my entire body was standing erect before I was aware and moving
toward Brad. He stood as I approached.

"There now your computer's up. I see something else is up to."  His hand
closed on the tent in my pants and shot that same fantastic electricity
through me. His other hand reached up to my neck and pulled me into an open
mouthed kiss. Our tongues dueled as I savored the sweet taste of his
mouth. My hands moved of their own will to grope those hot buns. "Mmmmm. I
love the way older guys smell."  Back at cha dream boi! "You want to strip
me, or would you rather watch me get naked?"

"YES!" D'oh! Stoopid brain.  "Yes, I want to strip you." My trembling hands
all but ripped his t-shirt over his head. Brad calmly put his hands behind
his head, elbows out, just letting me savor his beauty. His chest was
perfect, the pecs square and defined, those pink cone-shaped nipples hard,
and his long neck flowing into defined shoulders. The arms had nice biceps,
but he was in no way muscle- bound. More of the athletic swimmer's build
that I love so much. His armpits had very neat trails of golden brown hair
that gave off the beautiful fragrance of a male near his sexual peak. I
buried my nose first in one pit, then the other. Brad gave his first
whimper of pleasure as I licked him, then wetly dragged my tongue over his
pecs and suckled one nipple, then the other.  My eyes slowly moved down his
torso over the six pack abs as I unconsciously sank to my knees. Brad's
waist was narrowly tapered from his broad shoulders and chest. My hands
slid down his sides as my eyes locked in on the golden brown treasure trail
leading into his pants. I fumbled at the belt tied in some fashionable knot
until Brad said,

"Here let me." He pushed down his khakis and stepped out of them kicking
them across the room, then put his hands back behind his head. His boxer
briefs were tented obscenely toward my drooling mouth. He gave his hips a
couple of pumps toward my face. I needed no further encouragement. I
licked, sucked and slobbered all over his basket until his shorts looked
like they just came out of the washing machine. My hands grabbed and
squeezed his ass cheeks. His hands gripped my head firmly. Brad was loudly
cooing now, "Yes! Yeah wet those shorts. Eat that basket.  C'mon, take my
teen cock. Eat me!"

I couldn't have stopped now if a tsunami washed into the room. I had to see
this vision totally naked. I pulled down his shorts and his rampant teen
cock sprang straight out at my mouth. At this point there was nothing that
could make this better, or so I thought. Then I realized Brad was uncut,
about 7 - 7.5 inches long. Mmmmm, love uncut young dick. "Foreskin?" I
asked in wonder.

"Yeah, my parents believe in keeping bodies the way they were made. I'm
glad they did."  Well so am I, kid. This is getting even better than I
could have ever imagined. I kissed the tip of his hard cock and lapped up
the precum leaking there. Brad groaned loudly and thrust his hips
forward. I took the head in my mouth and swirled my tongue under the
generous foreskin over the bulbous head.  "Oh, geez... yeah... oh
that's... unnggg... Yeah suck that cock!" Wow! Was I finally beginning to
turn this stud on the way he had been working me since my arrival? He
grabbed my head and pulled me forward, skull fucking my mouth for several
minutes before pulling me off his hard. I groaned again in disappointment.
"Don't worry. My turn now." Brad wasted no time getting me naked, murmuring
his approval as my body was revealed. "Mmmmm. Yes!" he engulfed my hard in
a single, deep throated swallow. I'm not huge, but with 7 rather thick
inches I give a good mouthful. This kid was clearly talented as he worked
his throat over my raging boner. I groaned repeatedly as he swallowed me
whole. As I began to collapse he pushed me onto the bed.

Brad straddled my chest as I began to take in further details of his
gorgeous body. His pubes were generous, the same golden brown color hair as
his armpits. His big nuts hung low in their sac, just the way I love. His
thighs were long and muscular. Maybe he plays soccer or runs cross country.
"You like?", he asked. Like? I don't know what words can possibly describe
what you are to me at this moment. The words came out as a long, low
guttural sigh. My hands were everywhere at once stroking and kneading from
his knees to his buns, my fingers tracing the dimples. Brad moved closer to
my face as I felt him up. Kneeling on one knee and straddling my face he
lowered his nuts into my willing suck hole. "Yeah. C'mon suck those balls.
Soak that teabag with your spit." How hot was this kid? Where did he learn
such skills? I was going over the top. My hand started jerking my dick in a
blur.  "Oh no you don't. Not yet." Brad skillfully flipped around to face
my crotch. Pulling my hand away he resumed his wonderful sucking.  Now I
was face to face with his naked, beautiful ass. The cheeks were long,
muscular and dimpled. In his straddled position over my face I could see
both the beautiful dimples and the tight pink hole of his secret treasure.
My tongue went stiff as I began lapping at his love tunnel. He ground his
butt back into my face. "Ooooooooooo. Fuck yeah!" I ran my hands everywhere
I could reach over his smooth flawless skin. What a perfect body. The
muscles of his chute sucked on my tongue as I lapped at his entrance.

Brad raised off my face quickly. "C'mon, let's 69. Finish off together."
The look of pure lust on his face broke through my desire to make this last
forever. His long cock drove into my willing mouth as he resumed sucking
me. We deep throated each other, each trying to suck the life essence out
of one another. We didn't have long to wait.


""NNnnnngggggggg. Mmmmmmmmmm. Aaaashhhhhhhhhhhiiiiiii... I reveled as one
blast after another of sweet young cum flooded my mouth. At the same time
my own painful rod exploded again and again. I lost count of our orgasms as
we seemed locked in a loop of hot jizz, from his cock to my mouth to my
cock to his mouth. It was absolute ecstasy.  "OOOOOOOOOO."  I can't tell
you who said that, we were both so completely consumed in our lust.

Brad turned back around and we snuggled in each other's arms basking in the
afterglow.

"Fuck yeah that was hot. I mean I knew you were hot, but... wow!"

"Fucking wow is right. You are incredible. How did I get so lucky?" Yeah I
could die a happy man right now. But I'd rather live and have this hottie
again."

"Like I said, my dad runs the hotel. I get college guys all the time since
I was 13. But I still love doing older guys even more. They appreciate me
more."

Well those college boys are not so smart if they don't appreciate a hot
young stud like you. That was I was thinking, but all that came out was,
"Wow, wow, wow."

"So are you happy to be visiting the university again? Is there anything
else I can do to make your stay more enjoyable?"  Those awesome eyes
gleamed at me again with their kaleidoscope of color.

Well... what are you doing the next several days?