Date: Tue, 17 Aug 2010 17:11:56 -0400
From: Ike <oldtimer25@gmail.com>
Subject: Chapter Nine of the Glory Hole Sagas

THE GLORY  HOLE SAGAS
Chapter Nine

 New Friends And New Places To Screw

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CHAPTER 9

Just before my twentieth birthday, I discovered a lot about myself and
about sex. I learned that I craved sexual contact with men, and found a
men's room in one of the buildings on my college campus with glory holes
where I could meet that need. I found a new assertiveness and confidence
with each new successful sexual contact. I discovered that my roommate, and
grouchy 25 year old Vietnam veteran who I believed to be straight and
engaged, was no only gay, but interested in me. When Matt returned from a
weekend "visiting his fiancé" (actually trips to New York to hunt for MALE
sexual partners), I was waiting for him naked, with an erection and some of
his concealed collection of gay pornography next to me on my bed. We were
in each other's arms within seconds. His grouchiness, it turned out, was a
reaction to his strong attraction to me, having assumed that I was totally
straight and unattainable.

After our first night of sex together turned into a LONG lesson for me in
the rougher aspects of man-to-man sex, I was surprised when Matt woke me in
the early morning to remind me that I had promised him I would show him the
T-room with the glory holes tucked away in a corner of the basement of one
the Administration building. I was certainly glad that I had let my
closeted roommate know that I was also into man-sex; among other things it
meant I would never have to jerk off alone again in that room! Those glory
holes were important to me, because since my accidental discovery of them
the previous week, I had discovered that if I was not gay, I was at least
bisexual. In a short time I learned a lot about sex.

We both got dressed in tight jeans, sneakers and our leather jackets,
sticking t-shirts in our jacket pockets to wear to class later. Nothing to
impede our easy access or stripping for sex. Looking at ourselves in the
mirror, we looked pretty damned hot. While we walked across campus, I asked
him, "How would you feel if you discovered another member of the swim team
in the T-room?"

Matt stopped and looked at me. "I guess pleased since we would both be
there for the same purpose. It would be nice to have a fuck buddy on away
trips. Wait, are you trying to tell me something?" I just winked at him and
kept walking. It was not my place to tell him that I had a date the next
night with his team member Nick, who I had met while sharing sex in the
men's room

As we approached the Administration building, we saw a few men entering and
leaving the side entrance to the basement. A dignified looking gray haired
man in a three piece suit, carrying a briefcase, came out of the door,
ogling us suggestively when he passed us. He was followed by a construction
worker in his 20`s who stopped to watch us as we walked past him, his hand
on his crotch. "I see what you mean, Ike. No one seems to even notice those
men who certainly don't look like students. And if those two are typical of
the variety, I KNOW I`m going to love this place!" We entered the dim
basement, and I showed Matt the inconspicuous arrows carved into the bricks
that lead to the dead end corridor where the toilet is located. As we
passed by, I pointed out the office of Jeff Hamilton, my English teacher
with whom I was now having an affair, almost directly across the hall from
the hall leading to the isolated T-room.

We entered the men's room and found a number of men loitering there. The
door to the first stall was closed, and the sounds of pleasure filled the
room from inside. Whoever was getting rimmed in there wanted the world to
know how much he was enjoying it! Standing around the room were my black
former classmate Earl (an expert prick sallower); two students I didn't
know; and two business men - one plain looking, about 35 and another one
who was very handsome and looked to be closer to 50. To my surprise I saw
Michael standing near the urinal. He was a short blond muscular man around
40 who I had had sex with a few nights earlier. He loved to service a man
smoking a cigarette or a cigar, but he had told me he usually just came
there on Thursday nights. He grinned at me when he saw me, and I walked
over to stand next to him.

"I'm glad I changed my routine and came here in the morning, Ike. I'm
delighted to see you."

"I'm happy to see you, too, Michael." I slowly took out a cigarette and lit
it as he avidly observed me. The soft dick in his hand, which looked almost
identical to my cock, got hard instantly. I turned and found that Matt had
disappeared into last stall with the gray haired gentleman. The man getting
rimmed in the first stall loudly cried out: "Oh, fuck, man. You have me so
fucking hot. I need that big, beautiful cock of yours in my ass right
away."

A low voice said "Beg for it, asswipe."

"Please, fuck me raw with that giant cock, man!" A scream that was a cross
between pain and passion announced that he had gotten his wish. "Oh, fuck,
so fuckin' big... Ugh!! No!"

"Take it, you fuckin' punk."

I lead Michael into the center cubicle. We peeked at the loud couple in the
first stall. The guy getting fucked was up against the wall with the hole,
so all we could see was his hand rapidly jerking his small cock. We looked
into the other cubicle. Already naked, Matt was on his knees, the gray
fox's fat 10" erection in his hand. The man stood with just his cock and
balls exposed, fully dressed, his legs spread wide. Matt looked up at him
pleadingly. A big grin formed on my roommate's handsome face as the man
grabbed his head and grunted "Suck that fucking cock, boy!", forcing Matt's
head towards his cock. He looked quite surprised when Matt took the whole
thing down to his pubes in one swift stroke, and held his head there for
quite a few seconds. "Oh, yeah. You're an excellent cocksucker, boy."

I stood up, and Michael and I kissed. Knowing my partner's tastes, I
quickly stripped while he did the same. I sat on the toilet, putting one
hand behind my neck as I spread my legs, and Michael's smooth, powerfully
built body knelt as I blew smoke in his face. He began to lick the insides
of my thighs, quickly working his way up to my balls. With my new knowledge
about `tops' and `bottoms', I followed my instinct and grabbed his fairly
long hair, pulling his face to my dripping erection. He groaned in pleasure
as I did that, and looked like he was enraptured when I slapped his face
with my fat 9" cut cock a few times before forcing his mouth on to my
prick. Michael was an excellent cocksucker, and he was inspired to really
worship my rampant phallus.

I noticed that when he stopped to look up at me so I could blow some more
smoke in his face, he put two of his fingers in him mouth. The noisy
fucking from the first booth continued as the `top' said in his low
voice. "Get your sorry ass over there and bend over, your arms on the
shitter tank, punk". There was something familiar about the low voice, but
I had other things on my mind at the moment.

At the same time, I could hear Matt begging his partner to fuck him, and
the joint grunt of pleasure from the two men as that big, fat cock rammed
into Matt's experienced man-pussy. I pushed Michael's face back to my
crotch, and watched his wet fingers move to his ass. I let him finger fuck
himself for a minute or two, then pulled his head off my cock. "I think you
need something bigger than those fuckin' fingers in your hole, buddy."

Michael looked up at me with a grin. He quickly straddled my lap and
lowered his ass-cunt on to my saliva-drenched cock. He grimaced slightly as
he rammed himself down so that I was totally in him, but leaned forward and
passionately kissed me as his spasming ass adjusted to my prick's
invasion. His ass was extremely tight, and I was glad that he sat still for
a minute, afraid that I would spew my seed too early. I had placed my pack
of cigarettes on the toilet tank, and Michael reached around to light me
another one when the first one was done. I blew some more smoke in his face
and he began to slowly ride up and down on my dong. At first his movements
were short, but as I felt his ass-pussy relax, he began to take bigger
strokes. Soon he was raising up so that just my cockhead was inside his
anal ring, and ramming himself down as I thrust up to meet him, my
cigarette clenched between my teeth.

Michael threw the smoke on the floor and kissed me again as he speeded
up. He was breathing rapidly as I rammed deeper into his hole. "I'm gonna
fill your ass with my jizz, buddy, real fast. Want me to cum on your chest
again?" Michael responded by moaning and showering my chest with his
load. My teeth clenched, I hissed `Last chance for a cum shower, man!" His
ass continued to spasm wildly ass he rode me, obviously wanting my load in
him this time. "OK, motherfucker, here it cums!" I filled his ass, and felt
my load leaking out of his well stuffed hole and dripping onto my lap and
leg.

Michael plastered himself against me in a deep kiss, my slowly deflating
prick still in his ass. When it plopped out of his hole, he took a large
wad of toilet paper and rammed it into his ass, just the way a
super-handsome stud named Gus had one morning. We grinned at each other as
the sounds of fucking surrounded us. Curious, we peeked into the first
cubicle. The guy with the small cock turned out to be a naked muscular jock
type around 40, wearing just a wedding ring; and the dressed man fucking
him so roughly was the even better built Jeff! He had his hands around on
the man's nipples, and was pulling and twisting them, obviously very hard,
causing the `bottom' to whimper in pleasure and pain. Jeff's partner moaned
"Oh, I love your giant dong pounding in my hole, sir. If you keep doing
that to my tits, I'm going to fuckin' blow my load, sir."

Jeff grunted and gasped. "Go ahead, pussy-boy. I'm right behind you." The
man's small cock shot a large load into the toilet bowl as I watched Jeff's
handsome face contort with his orgasm. He pulled out his cock rapidly with
a plop that made the other man gasp, pulled up his zipper and quickly
left. The other man locked the door and slowly got dressed, stopping to put
his finger into his ass and lick it every so often.

The gray haired stud pounding Matt's pussy bellowed, obviously shooting his
load. We peeked in there, and watched him pull out, slapping Matt on the
ass, saying "You're fuckin' good, kid. I'm going to be looking for you
again." He put away his `equipment' and left, leaving the door open. Matt
was sitting on the toilet, still hard, and Earl came in, closed the door,
knelt and swallowed Matt's cock while pounding his own large, handsome
prong. I grinned at Michael.

"Want me to lick my load off of you, Ike?"

"No, don't bother, my first class this morning is Phys Ed, so I'll be
taking a shower after that." I winked at him. "Besides, it might be nice to
smell you on me during class." We got dressed, with me adding my t-shirt to
my outfit so that I could go to class, and left the building together. When
we got outside, Michael said "I was really hoping to see you this morning,
Ike. I had such a good time the other night, and I can't stop thinking
about you." He handed me a business card. It just said `Michael Jensen`, an
address less than a mile from campus and a phone number. "If you ever want
to get together, give me a call."

I saw that there was no one near us to hear us. "You bet your sweet ass I'm
calling you, Michael. Oh, and it is a fuckin' sweet ass, by the way! If sex
with you in a toilet stall is that wild, I can't imagine what pleasure are
in store for me in your bed."

"Call me this week, and we'll set something up, I'd like to take you to
dinner one night soon."

I thought. I had a few dates already for the coming week, and I DID have to
do school work, after all. "I'm really busy this week, but I'll call in a
day or two, and we can do it next week, OK?" We shook hands, and I watched
Michael leave campus, his step jaunty. Matt came out of the door with Earl,
and they joined me, more appropriately dressed to face the day. We all
agreed it was time for breakfast.

As we walked across the campus, a number of guys I didn't know greeted me
with "Hey, there, you lucky bastard." and "You sure can fuck, fellow." I
was puzzled until four jocks stopped me and said, "Thanks for the great sex
show. It was better than the fucking movie!" One of the jocks, wearing the
team jacket of the football team continued to walk next to us, his pals
trailing behind us by a foot or two. "Uh, is that your girlfriend? I mean,
is it an exclusive thing, or are you just dating?"

His strut showed that he was a big, husky stud; arrogant in his status as a
jock on the football team. I admit that he was hot and handsome, but was he
actually smug enough to think that a woman who had dragged me to the back
seat of my car for such a public sexual exhibition would just melt into his
muscular arms because of his team letter jacket. I smiled at him although I
was filled with anger and thought that he was a complete asshole. I'm a
good fighter, but I had my doubts that I could take this big guy on. My
best chance was to get him to lose his temper; with him hotheaded, I could
use my skills coolly to humiliate him by defeating or hurting him in front
of the teammates surrounding him, smirking. I couldn't get over the feeling
that he looked familiar, and I had never gone to a football game since I
got to Williams` College. I hadn't even tried out for the team, knowing
that I was a second rate player.

I looked him in the eye and answered, "We're not exclusive right now, so if
you think you have what it takes to compete with me, buddy, then feel free
to ask her out. See if YOU can keep her as happy as I do." It took him a
few seconds to realize that I MIGHT have been insulting his manhood, but he
wasn't smart enough to be sure, so he decided not to start a fight with a
smaller guy in public. Apparently I was seen as a hero on campus (at least
by the guys) due to my sexual escapade with Nancy, and he knew it. That
didn't stop him from getting red in the face and glaring at me as he
marched off. As soon as he was out of sight, my friends and I started
laughing.

"What the hell is this all about, Ike?" Earl asked me.

"Saturday night, one of my girlfriends practically raped me at the drive in
movie. I guess we put on a good sex show, because we got a round of cheers
when we got out of the back seat. What a fucking arrogant asshole! I`d love
a chance to knock him down a peg and put him in his place. Maybe I`ll ask
Nancy to go out with the idiot, and then ask him if it`s in yet?" We all
laughed at how emasculating that would be. "No. guys, I wouldn't subject
Nancy to a Neanderthal like that. I don't love her, but I like and respect
her. I'm not sure I'll even tell her about these idiots." Unfortunately,
not only did I spend the day getting comments; Nancy did, too, from girls
as well as men. She slapped quite a few rude male faces, and after the
first two had turned the large jewel on her ring towards her palm to cause
pain, bruises and even a few scratches. I began to admire her a lot after
that day. I began to wonder about her attitudes towards bisexual men.

We had a pleasant breakfast together as Matt and I got to know Earl
better. Although I knew him from my biology class last spring, we had never
socialized. This was 1970, and as liberal as our college was, there was
little mixing of the races. Our new found friendship was to change that for
us. Earl turned out to be a really nice guy, a music major who was a singer
and wanted to teach music. On the months to come, Matt and I were to learn
that the tall skinny black expert dick-swallower had a truly talented
throat. Not only was he one of the most expert deep-throat cocksuckers on
campus, he had a beautiful bass singing voice, promising to develop into
one to rival Paul Robeson. There was something odd about this deep,
resounding voice came from such a skinny young man.

Time came for us to depart to get to our classes. My first class that
morning was fencing. When I had started taking the class, I had thought
that I was pretty uncoordinated, but my older married sex buddy, Sam, was
worse than me. Although he had a good three inches on reach, we were pretty
evenly matched, because I was quicker and better. We were usually
partners. The instructor, Mr. Brenner, would sometimes use me to help him
demonstrate new moves because I was the only one in the class exactly his
size. Fencing with my teacher was a genuine challenge, and I really enjoyed
it. That day, I spent a good 20 minutes fencing with him. At the end of
class that day, Mr. Brenner stopped me. He put his arm over my shoulder and
said: "You've been making excellent progress, Ike. Not only are you the
best student in the class, you are the most promising beginner I've seen in
a few years. I think you have a real talent for fencing. I would like you
to consider joining the men's fencing team next semester. We need a good
man with the foil - most of our guys fence with other kinds of swords, and
are not as adept as you are becoming with the foil."

I have to admit I blushed at this, pleased that he found me talented. "I'll
consider it, Mr. Brenner. I have to admit, I never thought of myself as
much of an athlete, even though I played second string football in high
school. I was only a fair player, and got on the team just because I was
one of the biggest guys in the school. I enjoy fencing, especially with a
challenging partner like you."

"Don't sell yourself short. I've been fencing for over 20 years, and today
you really gave me a workout! I hope you decide to join us." He shook my
hand and disappeared into his office, but I could have sworn he had been
taking a deep whiff of the combined sweat and cum smells wafting from my
body.

I walked over to the waiting Sam, and told him what just happened. Sam
congratulated me and told me he thought I should do it. I thought about
Mr. Brenner, who was about 35 and had a tight, powerful body. "The fact
that he's hot and handsome would make being on the team a plus." I told
Sam, who punched me in the arm.

While we were stripping for our shower, I gave Sam a quick rundown on my
sexual adventures since he and I had had sex in my room on Saturday
afternoon. We were both soon hard. Fortunately, because of the way the
locker room was arranged, we had a great deal of privacy. The lockers were
arranged in alcoves, and we were in the last alcove against the corner
wall. There were only lockers on one wall of our alcove, and no one in our
class had a locker even close to us. We waited until we got at least half
soft, and went to shower. By then, most of the rest of the class was
gone. When we got back to the opening of the alcove, a door in the wall
opened. A big burly janitor and a student wrapped in a towel came out of
the door. They looked startled to see us, and the kid blushed, running
off. The janitor, who had a rough, appealing face, looked us over before
sauntering off. When they were gone, I looked at Sam and we ran to open the
unlocked door. It was a very large storage room for cleaning
supplies. There was a wide bench hand built along one wall, and a pile of
towels on a shelf. We found a bolt that could lock the door, and a peek
hole that allowed those inside to check if the alcove was empty. It was bad
timing for the janitor that we were standing just outside the view of the
hole when he opened the door.

We lost no time. Sam dropped his towel and stood against the wall with his
ass out. I dropped to my knees and was eating him in no time. Soon, Sam was
moaning in desire, and handed me a large well used jar of Vaseline was
sitting on the bench. He growled at me: "Damn, you have me hot, you
handsome motherfucker. Ram that fat fucking pecker of yours my hot
man-cunt, kid!" I greased up and did just that, since I knew he preferred a
rough fuck. I grabbed his hips when my dick was wedged into his anal ring,
and used all me strength to ram in my hips. He grunted in pleasure as my
pubic hair hit his back side, and I pounded into him the way I knew he
loved. He pounded on his cock while I fucked him as hard and fast as I
could, twisting his nipples as I did, and we came together in a short time.

We used our towels to clean ourselves up. I peeked through the hole, and
since there was no one there, I opened the door. When we turned, the burly
janitor was leaning against the last locker, his arms folded, with a smirk
on his face. "I see you found my fun room, guys. You are welcome to use it
whenever you want, but there IS a rent that comes with it."

Sam looked at him in suspicion. "What's that?"

"You guys have to have sex with me from time to time." Sam and I looked at
each other. The janitor was about 40, in great condition, muscular, hairy
and extremely masculine. Not bad looking either.

"I have no objection, Sam."

"Me neither, kid." We shook hands with the janitor, who introduced himself
as Wayne.

"I see you guys just got your rocks off, and so have I. When is your next
PE class?"

"Wednesday."

"Well, guys, I'll be waiting for you at about the time you caught me with
that kid on Wednesday." We chatted with Wayne as we got dressed. I told him
about my restrictions about my ass, but Wayne had seen the cum and Vaseline
dripping from Sam's ass, so he said "No problem, kid. I look like a rough
and tough top guy, but I'm petty versatile. It's actually been awhile since
I've had a three way, so it should be really hot. And if it's this late, we
can fuck out in the alcove, too. Notice that everyone is gone to the next
class." we laughed.

Sam told me as we left the Phys Ed building that he wanted to show me some
other glory holes I might find interesting. "There's one in a park near my
apartment that's really hopping with townies just before they go to work,
and when they're on their way home. Meet me with your car at the north gate
at 4:30. OK?"

"I can't wait!" He laughed as we split to go to our next classes. I
discovered that my history teacher was ill, and the class was canceled. I
stopped in the dining hall for a cup of coffee, hoping for a meeting with
my mystery redhead. He wasn't there, but a dozen other guys congratulated
me on my show. I realized that not all these guy were at the drive-in, but
that the story had spread, and I wondered how exaggerated the story had
gotten. I asked a freshman who admitted he had not been there, and the
story was actually pretty accurate.

I wandered over to the classroom where my Math class was held. I knew it
was empty before our class, so I settled in, lit a cigarette, and started
to study. Ten minutes before the class was to start, I smelled a familiar
perfume. I looked up and found Terry taking the seat next to me. I greeted
her with a smile, and she asked for a cigarette.

I lit it for her, and she held on to my hand as I did. I looked into her
eyes and did not take my hand away after I closed my lighter. We sat like
that for a few seconds, and then Terry leaned back and took a deep drag on
her cigarette. "You know, Ike, my roommate Nancy was telling me about you."

"Oh? Did she say anything nice about me?"

"You have to understand that we're very close - we went to high school
together and were best friends even then. After she found out we know each
other, she uh... I know all the details of your trip to the drive-in on
Saturday." I managed not to blush as Terry gazed at me. "I have to say, I
was VERY jealous. None of the boys I'm dating are particularly good in
bed. From what Nancy says, you are the best partner she's ever had. I was
thinking maybe I might try to get a sample." Terry hand squeezed my knee,
and stayed there.

"What about Tom?" Tom was a short, handsome and arrogant member of the
track team who wanted Terry as his steady girlfriend. Recently I had
enjoyed teasing him by threatening to go after Terry.

"Tom? I know he keeps sounding like my steady boyfriend, but I think of him
more as a friend. I've known him all my life - he's from our home town,
too."  She laughed. "I guess the fact that I have been having sex with him
since high school is what confuses him. The problem is that Tom is very
possessive and jealous, and I'm not ready to settle down with just one
boyfriend. If I've told him once, I've told him a dozen times that I'm
having sex with at least two other guys." She looked around to make sure we
were alone. "Don't tell him this, but I really do like Tom. If he could
just be a little less.. overconfident and pushy, I might seriously consider
marrying him some day. I could do a lot worse. I like him, and he adores
me. I think he's very funny, and we like a lot of the same things. Since
I'm from a poor family, I'll admit that it doesn't hurt that his family is
wealthy, and he will be inheriting a business which he likes. He's not too
bad in bed, not terrific but not too bad, and I think he's almost as
handsome as you, Ike. If I could just find away of putting him in his
place, I would start hinting that a diamond ring is the only way to buy my
fidelity. I intend to sow my wild oats like you guys do, but I intend to be
a totally faithful wife once I get married. Maybe I could get him to ask
you for some lessons in pleasing a woman."

Other students were coming into the room, so Terry took sat back and was
quiet. To my surprised, she reached over and held my hand. I figured it out
in a few seconds, when a scowling Tom sat down on the other side of
Terry. Ignoring him, she said to me, louder than necessary, "Nancy told me
that your birthday is on Saturday night, and that she already has a date
she can't break. If you have no plans, I've been invited to a costume party
for Halloween that night, and I would love for you to be my date."

Tom exploded. "Wait a fuckin' minute! What about me?" Other students stared
at him, and he settled down.

She turned to him coolly. "What about you, Tom?"

"I thought I was going with you to that party!"

"Why would you think that? I never discussed it with you."

"Well, I AM your boyfriend..."

"Tom, you are NOT my boyfriend. I have been telling your for three years
that you are not my boyfriend. I think of you as a friend." She stared down
at his obviously well packed crotch and smirked. "Well, as a friend with
certain... privileges. Maybe if you listened to me, and started trying to
find ways to win me over to being your girlfriend, instead of making
asinine assumptions based on your fantasies, I might consider BECOMING your
steady girlfriend. But right now, you are not much more than
an... annoyance." Tom's face turned red as she turned back to me.

"Now, Ike, how about the costume party? Nancy tells me you're taking
fencing. If you can borrow a sword, you can come as Robin Hood and I'll be
Maid Marion."

"OK, I'd be pleased and honored to escort you to the party, Terry. And you
can surprise Nancy with a piece of news. I was invited to join the fencing
team today, and I'm going to accept." I looked over at Tom. "So I'll have
my own letter jacket next quarter." Tom stood up with clenched fists, but
just then the teacher came in, so he sat down. When the class ended, he
grabbed his books and stormed out.

As we walked across campus, Terry looked at me "You certainly get a charge
out of bugging Tom, don't you?"

I laughed. "Yes, I do. His arrogance gets on my nerves, too. I'll do
whatever I can to help you calm him down and end up `Mrs. Tom`." We both
laughed. "Seriously, I realize that I might provoke him into starting a
fight, but I think I'd be a match for him if he does, so I'm not too
worried. A calculated risk, as far as I`m concerned."

We arrived at the cafeteria and bought our lunches. After we sat down,
Terry continued. "Tom's always getting into fights. And to be honest, he's
not too good at it because he's such a hot head! Oh, and to help you out,
Tom has a glass jaw. Give him three hard punches just on the tip of his jaw
right HERE" she indicated a spot next to my chin", and he'll be out like
light."

I stared at her. "I'm certainly glad you haven't set your cap on marrying
me, Terry! I shudder to think of what you'd do to accomplish that."

She laughed. "I have a feeling that you're not the marrying kind,
Ike. You're too good looking by far, and besides, you exude a masculinity
that hints that you wouldn't be too happy with just one sex partner." She
blushed. "I should know - you remind me a lot of my dad, who has been
cheating on my mother all my life. And Mom just takes it. I couldn't settle
for that. I want my man to be MY man, and not to share him. I know that Tom
is a one woman man - he hasn't dated another girl since the first time I
let him touch my breast in high school. I know he's loyal and that he loves
me. I just need him to be a little more in touch with my needs."

I looked up and saw my red headed cock-tease sitting alone for a change. We
looked at each other for a few seconds, and then he shrugged with a
grin. Was I ever going to even TALK to this hot guy? He saluted me as he
left the room.

After lunch, it was time for English class, with my favorite teacher and
the first man I ever spent the night with, Jeff Hamilton. I sat with Nick,
the closeted member of the swim team, during English class, and confirmed
our date for the next evening. When we first met, he kept telling me `I'm
not a faggot" even while we were having pretty good reciprocal sex. But he
stayed to talk to me after, and I sort of tricked him into accepting this
date. When the class was over, I asked him, "If I knew there was another
member of the swim team who was into sex with guys, would you want me to
arrange for you two to meet?"

"I`m not a fu... Geez, I do have to stop saying that, don't I?" We
laughed. He thought for a few seconds. "Yeah, I would. I guess it would be
nice to have someone to have sex with on away trips."

I smirked. "That exactly was what he said! OK, I`ll set up a time for the
three of us to get together."  I reminded myself to ask Matt to make
himself scarce the next night, in case our date did result in Nick coming
back to our room.

After that, I had an appointment with Jeff to go over my changes on the
short story. He nervously chain smoked the whole time we were working, and
I was being good - I wasn't being seductive at all. When we were done, Jeff
made sure the door was locked, then he walked over and kissed me. As he
fished my cock out of my pants, he whispered in my ear: "I can't wait. I
need you now, Ike. I greased my fucking ass before you came to be
ready. But we have to be quiet." Jeff pulled off his pants. He was wearing
a jock strap that barely contained his enormous dong. He positioned
himself, straddled me, and lowered his ass on my erection, facing me. He
grabbed my head and kissed me as he rode up and down. Our deep kiss meant
our moans and groans were muffled. He used the muscles of his ass to
further my excitement, and soon, with a loud grunt, I unloaded into his
guts. He rode me until I got soft and slipped out. He hadn't cum, so when
he stood up, I pulled down the pre-cum wet jock and swallowed his giant
cock to the root. I put his hands on my head to let him know I wanted him
to fuck my face, and soon he was pounding deep into my throat. It didn't
take Jeff long to fill my mouth with his sweet cream.

As we made ourselves presentable, I told Jeff that Sam found him very hot,
too. "Maybe some day Sam and I could come to your house and the three of
us..."

"You bet, Ike. I'd like that a lot. I figure if I'm having sex with one
student, why not a second one when he's as hot as your buddy Sam." We
kissed for awhile, then I unlocked the door. Before I opened it, I grinned
at Jeff, and whispered, "That was some sex show you put on with that
married muscle stud bottom in the T-room this morning, Jeff. VERY hot!" I
winked. "And a little bit scary!" I was out of the door when he started
laughing.

I rested in my room until it was time to meet Sam at the gate just next to
my dorm. After leaving him a note asking him for privacy the next night, I
lay on my bed leafing through some more of Matt's big porn collection and
getting quite a further education on gay sex. Little did I know the
education and adventures waiting for me in the park, and in some other
places, that evening.


But that is another story.