Freshman Year

[Stormy89]

Can't wait for the latest update

 

[2008spike]

Thank you.

 

[hardreader]

Almost as soon as I started reading your first chapter I was rock hard. I mean to tell you that my cock was rigid and throbbing and so hard in my hand I knew this was going to be a great story. Not only tantalizing, life-like sex with hot guys, but a real story that would draw me in and ultimately get me . . . Well, you know what you expect from your readers.

And when I read . . .

My neck flexed back away from my body, my arms fell flat on the floor in a sort of gay crucifix, my abs contracted, my dick got harder and longer and my toes curled, some of them up and some of them down.

"Aaaagh!" I said very quietly.

Joey smiled and came at the same time. Neither one of his was touching his thick cock when he did. On Joey's second orgasm in less than an hour, he shot a straight line from my belly button to my neck. I rubbed my fingers in it and stuck one in my mouth, one in his.

"May I have ice cream now, sir?" Joey asked after we had both calmed down a bit.

. . . I blew my load. I couldn't hold it any more. I thought I'd blow it while they were still in the water, but I hung with you. I almost came when they came the first time and shared the jizz mess they had made. So fucking sexy! But edging with you and your story was so much fun and I could see there was still more to cum. And what was to cum was not just your guys for their second time, but me too, right along with them and what a mess I made. I wish I could have let you lick it off my fingers in appreciation, but anyway I wanted to say thanks. I've stopped reading for right now. Want to tackle the next chapter when I'm fresh, if you know what I mean.

I hope you can keep this story and going full steam ahead cuz just writing this I'm already getting hard again. Maybe I need some ice cream.

 

[EphGuy]

i was 17 when i was a Freshmen so assuming i'm one of the characters in this story autolycus should delete it because we all know fags aren't allowed to have sex before 18 only football players and cheerleaders right?

 

[Críostóir]

i was 17 when i was a Freshmen so assuming i'm one of the characters in this story autolycus should delete it because we all know fags aren't allowed to have sex before 18 only football players and cheerleaders right?

Riding quite the hobbyhorse there, aren't you EphGuy?

 

[Autolycus]

i was 17 when i was a freshman so assuming i'm one of the characters in this story autolycus should delete it because we all know fags aren't allowed to have sex before 18 only football players and cheerleaders right?

Riding quite the hobbyhorse there, aren't you EphGuy?

Freshman year in College is rather different from freshman year in High School - the implication in this story is that the characters are 18 plus and so does not break the rules!

 

[2008spike]

In no time, winter was in full swing.

In the first 10 days of January alone, Boston had three snowstorms. This was more snow than I'd seen in probably the first 18 years of my life combined.

Like every other Boston University student, I was obliged to just keep quiet and deal with it. But, trudging to class across the snowpack, I was starting to feel sorry for myself. Practically everybody else I knew in the world who didn't leave in New England was warmer than I was. Why had I chosen to go to college here again?

Bundling up in my dorm room took a few extra minutes each morning. Day by day I was getting the hang of it. But then there was that icy blast that stung your face the moment you stepped outside. Twice, in fact, I'd turned back around decided to try again later.

Today I couldn't do that. We were having covering some pretty key stuff in class and I wasn't going to be able to rely on lecture notes that somebody else took. I sealed my mouth shut, tightened my butt cheeks and headed out.

Holy crap!

It was cold, really, really fucking cold! Maybe some kind of world record even! As I walked over the hardened snow and ice, I could feel my nuts tucked in close against my body for extra warmth. Smart little dudes.

There was no way to check out other guys walking to class in weather like this. Everybody was pretty much hidden from view under layers after layer. I myself was bundled up with everything I could think of to wear, and from the outside I must have looked like a cast-off from some Everest expedition. If somebody was even the least bit interested in checking me out, they wouldn't learn very much.

Alan and I listened to the weather channel this morning in the room and they said we were due for snow again tonight. We both said the same bad word out loud.

Did I mention I was cold?

I dreaded running outside this afternoon. Todd and Josh had taken me to a City Sports store a few days ago and made me buy some cold weather running gear. I tried it out yesterday for the first time. It helped a little, I felt warmer. Only thing was, I couldn't really run. How the heck did people deal with this crazy weather and manage to get any exercise at all? We had an indoor track for practice, although Coach said that he'd keep us outside as much as possible. That is, until things got really ridiculously cold.

Really? This wasn't even ridiculously cold yet?

Maybe today would be the big day.

After my English class, I walked to Starbuck's to grab some coffee and read a little before I had to be at practice. I ordered a Grande mocha (extra hot, please) and squeezed into an overstuffed brown mohair chair that looked like I was at least the millionth person to sit down in it.

I was supposed to be reading Moliere, which was funny, but all I could think about was my English TA, Marco.

Marco was from Latvia and was the biggest, hunkiest guy I'd seen since I'd been back from Apple Valley and romped with Joey. Marcus was about 6'2" and had super broad shoulders and gigantic Latvian hands. He had light brown hair and the world's bluest eyes. His face would have fit equally well on a twelve year old boy, however. I asked his age a couple days ago and it turns out he was 22. I was close to asking for a few more vital measurements, but he insisted on talking about Moliere, so I just sort of let him do that. For now.

Exactly what qualified Marcus from Latvia to be an English TA was unknown to me since he spoke the language not nearly as well as most of the rest of us in his study section. But Marcus was so hunky and so cute that I was willing to put up with it. Call me crazy.

I was obsessed with his hands. They were strong and thick. This could mean only one thing in my naïve 19-year old way of looking at the world - the world's most gigantic Latvian weenie.

I sipped my mocha and Googled Latvia on my laptop. Maybe everybody in Latvia had huge hands. Maybe I should go there. Maybe Marcus would carry me.

45 minutes later I had failed to read even a single page of Moliere, but I was an expert on Latvian extremities. Marcus was clearly an exceptional specimen.

On my walk over to Nickerson to bundle up with my new polar running stuff for another bone-chilling run outside, I made the executive decision to call Marcus since I had a spare few minutes. I wanted to ask if he wanted to go have a beer with me later this week. After all, why else had he given me his cell phone number if I wasn't supposed to use it?

"Hello?" It sounded like a younger, sexier Conan the Barbarian answered the phone.

That's it. He had me at 'hello.' I always loved Conan.

"Um, hey Marcus, it's me TJ, you know from English?"

"TJ?" J was apparently not a letter in the Latvian language and he made it sound like 'Tee-Chay.'

"Um, yeah, you're my TA?"

"Uh okay, hello TJ, what can I do for you?"

"Uh well, I was just wondering, I mean..."

"I'm sort of busy right now. Is this something that can wait until office hours? I'm available from 12-2 on Thursday."

"Uh, well, yeah, I suppose it could, I guess, well it's just that..." I always stammered like an idiot when I was about asking out Latvian English TAs.

"Do you have a specific question on the reading assignment that I can answer quickly? TJ?"

Marcus' voice was gravelly and low and butch all at once. It sent sexual impulses throughout my ridiculous, horned-out 19-year old body. It had been pretty much forever since I'd actually had sex with another human being. As Alan always reminded me, my own hand didn't count.

'Do you have a specific question on the reading assignment that I can answer quickly?' I repeated the question silently to myself, my brain's inner voice trying hard to imitate Marco's uber-sexiness.

"Um, on Moliere?"

"Yes, on Moliere. That's the assignment for this week I believe."

"Um, well, no, not exactly, I mean, I haven't really even gotten too far along."

Just say it, you lame brain. Ask him out for a beer.

"Oh."

"So, would you consider going out for, I mean, if you're not doing anything this Friday night, I was just wondering if you wanted to, you know, go grab a beer or something?"

"I'm sorry, can you repeat the question?"

I spoke more slowly and evenly. Maybe he was too Latvian and couldn't think in English yet.

"Do you want to have a beer with me? On Friday?"

"Beer?"

"Yes, beer. You drink it. It's brown. Or sort of yellow."

"Aren't you a Freshmen?"

"Yes, I'm a Freshmen, second semester, why?"

"Freshmen aren't usually old enough to drink in this country."

No shit Sherlock. But this was college, dude. What the fuck?

"I'm 19," I said, pouting. Clearly this wasn't going well.

"19?"

"Yes, I'm 19." I paused to let him digest that. "But I'm a very mature 19."

He laughed. "I'll bet you are."

"So, do you wanna?"

"Do I wanna go grab a beer with you?"

"Yuh huh."

"No."

I was devastated. Why not? Maybe I should have asked him out in person. Cell phones were so impersonal.

"Um okay," I said.

"TJ, first of all you're my student. Second of all, you're 19, and not of legal age."

"But..."

"Sorry, TJ, but let's just keep this professional for the time being."

Ah, a glimmer of hope. The time being. Hmm. Maybe he did want to have this little discussion face to face. Okay then, 12-2 on Thursday, in his tiny office. I intended to be there.

"Um, okay, well I guess I'll see you in class then," I said. Our next lecture was Thursday morning and Marcus and the other TAs always sat up front.

"Yes TJ, I'll see you in class. Thank you for calling."

"Okay, bye," I said.

This was not over. And, of course, I love a good challenge. I had not yet had a Latvian cock in my mouth, up my ass or anyplace else. Marcus didn't know that yet, but he might be the lucky one to be first. But just how to do it?

I had no idea.

I slipped my phone into one of the 14 zippered pockets in my parka and ran as fast as I could the rest of the way to the gym. Later, during practice I was super fast despite the bulky garments covering every last inch of my body; it was kind of an uneventful day running the streets of Boston. All the while I kept thinking about Marco. Those hands! Somehow my imagination of what it would be like to be with him drove my legs faster and faster. The quicker I got through the workout, the quicker I could get back inside, get warm and work out my secret plan to bed my TA.

Poor Marco! He had no idea of the plans I had for him.

After I was showered and half dressed, some of the slower guys were finally making their way into the gym. Josh was among them. Seemed like he was always in the final group.

"How's it going, TJ?" Josh said.

Josh had the cutest smile on the team. Now that we had bonded over my surprising failure at the sperm bank, the two of us hung out together all the time.

Josh was quickly becoming the kind of friend who I could talk about anything with. We'd had a few quasi-sexual conversations all ready. I couldn't quite tell if there was a chemistry between us, or whether he was just sort of awkward with everybody. But I did know that if and when I decided to have full-on sex with Josh, he was going to be all-in.

"Hey Josh, how was your run?"

"Cold," he shivered. "Really, really cold, man."

"Fuck yeah," I agreed. I was warm now so I could smile about it. He wasn't.

There was an awkward pause while neither one of us spoke. Josh and I just sort of looked at each other's bodies. I had on my underwear and my socks. Josh was still outfitted in his North Pole running gear.

I broke the moment with a shrug. Josh focused his eyes on my crotch.

Secret electric charges flowed directly from Josh's blue eyes to the tip of my dick; my dick reacted the way it always does when somebody looks at it.

I glanced down to see how obvious it was. Not bad.

Josh and I looked at each other again. He was cold, but he was definitely hungry.

'Later, Josh, later' my eyes pleaded. Today I really wanted to tell him all about my phone call with Marco; I didn't want him to focus on my penis at this very moment. I turned away so that my mid-section was out of his view. Kind of a dick-ish thing to do, but I had my reasons.

Josh sensed what I was doing and looked away and toward the floor. I instantly regretted making him feel bad.

"I guess I should go hit the showers," Josh said sadly.

"Josh," I said.

He took a few steps away.

"What?" he asked, his voice cracking a little. His eyes were a little glassy too.

Was he going to cry? Oh my god, that is so damn cute!

I swung back around so he could see that my crotch was still bulging, but he kept his gaze above my waist.

"Josh," I started. "I'm sorry."

"Forget it," he said. He began walking toward his locker again.

"Josh!" I called after him. This time he didn't turn around.

I took a deep breath. Obviously he and I had some unfinished business. Not today though. I got myself dressed the rest of the way and sprinted out of the locker room, my mind a jumble of goofy thoughts about Marco and Josh both.

Back in my dorm room I was disappointed to find that Alan wasn't home. Today was one of those few days I would have really liked to see him doing push-ups on the floor naked. We'd developed a sort of mutual unspoken trust. I wouldn't make a fuss about him always being nude in the room, and he wouldn't mention the increasingly frequent signs that I only liked guys. It was kind of nice. We were pretty fucking different, but Alan was a good roommate.

I pulled off layers of winter gear, hung them up neatly so they could be used again tomorrow, and lay back on my bed in just my t-shirt and jeans. I needed time to think.

Two hours later Alan still wasn't home from wherever he was. And I still hadn't come up with any kind of plan to have sex with Marco. Or with Josh. Ack!

I was miserable. If I didn't do it soon, I'd be a virgin again, for sure!

I stared at the ceiling and thought about my predicament.

Bang! A flash of an idea.

Buried deep within my backpack was the business card of the guy I'd met on the airplane into Boston. The Professor from MIT who sort of looked like Rahm Emanuel. Could I actually have sex with somebody who got paid to teach college students like me?

Stupid question.

Extreme circumstances like these demanded extreme actions. I rustled through my pack until I found what I was looking for.

Christopher Sharpe, PhD. Department of Applied Mathematics, Massachusetts Institute of Technology.

I punched the buttons on my phone. It was ringing.

"Hello." Definitely not Conan the Barbarian. More like Conan O'Brien.

"Um, hello, sir, I mean, hello, you may not remember me, but, well, my name is TJ and we met on a flight from LA a few weeks ago. We were sitting next to each other." That had to do the trick.

"Hmm, I think I remember you," he said.

Thinks he remembers me? I didn't make much of an impression with my erection for nearly the entire second half of the flight.

"Um, we landed in Boston, and you gave me your card. It says 'Christopher Sharpe, PhD?"

"Yes, that's me all right," he said, "it's just that..."

"You gave me a business card with your name on it," I said again, hoping that repeating it would jog his memory.

There was a pause while he thought it over.

"Oh!" he said with a surprised tone to his voice, "you're the boy with the magazine!"

I sighed.

"Um, yes, well, that was me. With the magazine. I'm glad you remember. And I'm not a boy; I'm actually a Freshmen at BU."

"A Freshmen? Is that so?"

"Yes. It's so.

"Okay, then, not a boy, my apologies. I'm very glad to hear from you," the Professor said.

Finally! Now could we just have sex please? Tonight would be good.

"Um, do you have time to have coffee or something? That was what you said, I think, I mean, when we were getting off the plane."

"Coffee?"

"Yes."

"Well, coffee would be terrific, TJ from BU. I would like that very much."

"Great! What time are you free?" If we moved quickly, I could meet him for coffee, have sex, and then be back in time to read 50 pages or so of Moliere before bed.

He laughed. "Ah, well TJ, I'm afraid that I'm unable to meet with you this evening. I have a prior engagement, however perhaps one day later this week? Would that be acceptable?"

I was devastated. Could nobody in this town have sex with me when I wanted them to? On my terms? I took a deep breath. Oh well, later in the week was better than 'not ever.'

"Yes, that would be nice," I replied, trying to sound just a little bit older than a Freshmen. "How about Thursday?"

"Thursday? Hmm. Well, I have a friend coming over, but that shouldn't present a problem I think," he said evenly. He was clearly doing some type of mental calculations while he spoke.

"Okay," I agreed, probably a little too eagerly.

"Is it okay if we have a little supper, I'm certain my friend will be hungry, he's flying in from quite far away."

Free dinner and sex too? Cool.

"Yes, that would be great," I said.

"Do you eat prawns?"

Prawns, what the fuck was a prawn?

"Yes, I do. All the time."

"Right, then okay TJ, shall we say 6:00?"

"Let's."

He gave me the address and I poked it into my phone. Thursday was still two days away; I would have to hold out for 48 hours more. It was going to be close.

I Googled prawns.

Oh! Those.

Okay, I would eat prawns then, I sighed to myself. The things I had to do to get some good sex in this town!

I couldn't wait for my Thursday night dinner thing with my friend from the plane, the Rahm Emanuel look-alike.

I was so sex-starved that I didn't even dare take a shower with the other guys in the locker room after track practice. It had been so long since I'd been with anybody, I couldn't even be certain that I wouldn't spring a boner at the first dick I saw. If that first dick had belonged to my teammate and arch-rival Benny, that could have been bad, really bad.

For the life of me I had no idea how I was going to manage to get the sexy Dr. Christopher Sharpe into the sack when he had a friend coming over the same time as me, but I did love a challenge. This was definitely that. Inconvenient, yes, and I definitely had my doubts, but I was fairly desperate at this point and there weren't a lot of options for me in the wham-bam-thank-you-sir department.

I showered back on my dorm floor and then put on my best button-down shirt. If I was to sleep with a preppy MIT professor, I'd have to turn on the prep myself. My shirt had a horse, so that should be worth some extra prepster points as well.

Once I was done getting ready I stood back and stared at my reflection in the mirror.

Alan whistled.

"Hot date roomie?" Alan asked with a smirk. He'd been quietly studying all the while I was putting myself together. For once, he had on a complete set of clothes. Including socks. But, true to form, it was only a matter of time before he'd be all over me, trying to figure out what I was up to.

I had a carefully prepared answer.

"Nope, sorry buddy, I'm going to a charity dinner," I said.

Alan wrinkled his nose. It didn't seem like he believed me. "A charity dinner? Really?"

"Um yeah," I lied. "To benefit homeless animals."

Alan laughed out loud. "Homeless animals? What is the problem with homeless animals?"

I had to think for a moment. "Well, you know, they don't have a home. They have to sleep in the snow."

Alan crossed his arms across his chest.

"Plus, they need food to eat," I added.

"Mm hmm," Alan said. "It's true I suppose."

I turned away.

"Well, roomie, have fun at your charity ball, or your date, or wherever the fuck you're going."

I glared across the room at him. I said nothing. I was caught. I needed to just shut up before I dug myself in any deeper.

Quietly, I put on my parka and gloves and headed off into the cold dark night.

I probably could have walked over to the Professor's apartment, but it was snowy and cold. I found a cab and treated myself to a ride.

The professor lived in a walk-up building in the South End. I found the buzzer and gave it a push.

"Hello?"

"Uh, Professor, I mean, hi! It's me TJ."

He laughed. "Come on up, TJ, it's on the third floor." The intercom light went off as the door clicked itself unlocked.

"Okay, third floor," I said to myself.

Rahm was waiting for me on the third floor landing. He had on a tight black short sleeve t-shirt, even tighter black jeans and that was it. He was barefoot. Not exactly winter gear.

"Oh hi," I said. "Nice place you've got here I said musically.

He laughed. "TJ, this is just the common area, you're not even inside our place yet."

Our?

"Uh," I said.

"It's nice to see you again, young man," he said. His arm directed me to go first through the door.

I blushed.

"Thanks Professor, I mean..."

"TJ, when's the last time you were invited over to the home of an MIT professor at night? Not too often, I suppose. Please call me Christopher. My friends call me Chris."

I giggled nervously. "Okay, hi Christopher, er Chris. I'm really glad to be here. Thank you for having me."

"The pleasure is all mine," he said. He placed both of his hands squarely on my rear end and gave me a gentle shove the rest of the way through the front door.

Whoa.

I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised that he touched my butt in the first five seconds after I'd shown up. After all, that is exactly what I had come for.

"Whoa!" This time I said it out loud.

He smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Can I take your coat?" Chris said.

"This is totally awesome!" I said, looking around at the amazing apartment. "I can't believe you actually live here!"

He chuckled. "Thank you, TJ, I've spent a lot of time and done quite a bit of remodeling. I'm glad you like it."

"Like it? I love it! It's amazing, nicer than anyplace I've ever seen before."

He ignored me gushing and asked again for my coat. This time I took it off and handed it over. Along with my fleece foodie underneath, my scarf, my hat, and my gloves. I could barely see his face above the mound of stuff I piled into his arms. "Thanks," I whispered as he staggered away to dump it all somewhere.

Chris got me settled onto his couch, a sort of low-slung ultra-contemporary boxy thing with very cool animal print pillows. I tried not to touch anything. He handed me a cocktail. It was brown and in a martini glass and had a cherry deep down inside. It seemed too pretty to drink so I just looked at it.

"It's a Manhattan," he said. "I hope you don't mind that I took the liberty of making up a batch a little while ago before you came. I always hate to be mixing up drinks when company arrives. It takes me away from all the festivities."

"Okay, well thanks, I don't think I've ever had one of these before."

"A Manhattan."

"Yes, a Manhattan. I'll have to remember that."

He toasted me and clicked my glass. "To...chance encounters," he said. "May this be the beginning of a long and meaningful friendship."

Wow.

"Okay, great," I smiled. "To a long and..." I couldn't remember the last couple words.

"Meaningful friendship."

"Yes, to a long and meaningful friendship." I giggled.

I took a big swig of the drink. Instantly my throat was on fire. I coughed hard, practically spilling my drink. I couldn't breathe.

Chris was smiling at me. He offered up a napkin that was made out of zebra fabric. I took it and coughed into it.

"Wow," I mouthed, "that's strong." My voice was just a low raspy whisper.

"I'm terribly sorry, TJ, I can get you something else if that's a bit too much. A beer? I think we have a few microbrews. A glass of chardonnay? A Coke?"

"I'm okay," I said, my voice coming back a little. "I just took too big of a gulp, I think that maybe I'll just sip it."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, thank you." I forced myself to take another sip, even though the burning in my throat was still there. The next sip went down just a tiny bit more easily. I got a nice warm feeling in my chest and began to relax a little.

"Great, well if you change your mind. Please don't be shy about telling me. We have a fully stocked bar."

"We? You keep saying 'we' and 'our.' But I don't see anybody else. Do you have a roommate?"

He laughed hard at this. "Yes, TJ, I suppose I do. I have a roommate. I guess you could say that. At least when he's around."

"Well, is he here?"

"Oh no, well not yet, at least. He's heading back to Boston this evening and I'd hoped he would have arrived by now. But I'm afraid his flight was delayed and now I'm not exactly sure when he'll turn up."

"Oh." I looked around the room. "Well, the two of you certainly have a very nice place. Is he a professor as well?"

Chris smiled and put his bare feet up onto the sofa, his toes just inches away from my knees. They were brown and tan just like the rest of him. Nice 35-year old toes, a little more broken in than mine. I wanted to grab them.

"Well, not exactly. Actually he's a professional athlete. At least he used to be."

"An athlete? Used to be? I don't understand."

Chris leaned forward and patted my leg, about 8 inches above my knee. He didn't know it, but he was surprisingly close to patting my penis itself. But my penis knew it and responded accordingly.

"His name is Zachary, but let's not worry too much about him for the time being. I'm hopeful that he shows up soon. And if he does, we can let him explain everything by himself. Sound all right?"

"Zachary, that's a nice name." Christopher and Zachary. Hmm.

Chris edged a little closer to me and put his hand back on my thigh. This time he left it there.

"So tell me, TJ, what is it that you do? What are you studying in school? Boston University right, isn't that what you said?"

I took a deep breath. His hand felt great on my leg. My cock lengthened, inching awfully close to the palm of his hand.

"Um well, it's not a very interesting story, really, I'm just a Freshmen at BU. I haven't figured out my major yet, but I'm thinking of going to medical school someday."

Chris was sipping his drink. He was already more than halfway done. "Mmm," he said.

"Plus I run. I'm on the track team."

"Mmm," he said again. He fished the cherry out of his drink and held it aloft. We both looked at it, glistening in the halogen light of his apartment.

"Would you like it?" he asked.

"Your cherry?"

"Yes."

"Um, well, yeah, sure, I guess." I said. He placed it gently between my lips. I bit off the cherry part and he took the stem and put it down on a napkin. As he did, he moved the hand on my leg up higher toward my crotch. He was now officially resting it over the head of my dick. My dick knew exactly what it was doing and rewarded Chris with a little throb.

Chris smiled.

"Good?"

I looked down at his hand. Did he mean the cherry, or his hand on my dick?

I nodded.

"Would you like another one?"

"You mean, a cherry?"

"Yes, I've got a whole jar in the bar," he said, motioning to a blue glass and chrome area across the room.

"Well, maybe in a minute, not yet. I still have one," I said.

Chris put his fingers into my drink and pulled out the cherry. "No you don't," he said. He popped it into his mouth and ate it as if it were the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. As he chewed, he pressed his palm down and rubbed it gently back and forth over my jeans. A squirt of pre-cum leaked onto my leg and cemented my cockhead in place.

He licked his fingers, and then placed them softly onto my lips. Instinctively I stuck my tongue out and licked the tip of one of his fingers. Then I opened my mouth a little to allow him to move them inside.

Nervously I picked up my drink. Fiery throat or not, I wanted another sip. Chris sat back against the back of the couch and watched me. His fingers cupped the shaft of my erection. I was fully hard, and he had to know that I didn't have a small dick.

He pursed his lips and exhaled. "How is it now, TJ? Are you enjoying it yet?"

As my latest swallow burned a path down into my stomach, my body felt different. Warm. Relaxed. Kind of mellow. I placed my hand on top of his and pressed it lightly downward. "Good," I said. "I like it!" This time I meant it, although I wasn't quite sure if he meant the drink or not.

"Your pants seem like they must be a little constricting, TJ," he said. "Perhaps you'd be more comfortable if you simply took them off."

"Okay," I said. "But what if your roommate comes home?"

He grinned. "Zachary will be just as happy to see you as I am. You have nothing to worry about."

"Really? You mean he's into guys too?"

"Yes, TJ, Zachary is definitely into Men. Guys, I guess. Very much so. I'm absolutely certain he will be into you. You are a very handsome young man."

"I'm not so young. I'm a Freshmen," I reminded him unnecessarily.

"I know, TJ. You've told me."

We both looked down at his hand on my pants. He was rubbing my dick softly and the ooze from the top had made a little wet spot on my jeans.

"Maybe I'd better get these off, otherwise we're going to have a real mess," I said.

"Yes, we wouldn't want that," he agreed.

A few minutes later, I was completely naked and lying on my back on the cool, boxy couch. Chris hadn't taken anything off at all. My cock was in his mouth and he was slowly licking the shaft of my dick up and down like an ice cream cone.

"You have a very nice dick, TJ," Chris said.

"You have a very nice mouth, Professor."

"Thank you," he said, a little slurpily.

It's true, he was very good at sucking my dick. I was wriggling around on the couch like a salmon. If we both didn't watch out, I was gonna cum in his mouth any minute now. He seemed to sense that he had me close, so he slowed up a little bit. I took advantage of the break to take a few breaths.

Our eyes met.

"Good?" he asked.

"Yeah, really good. How did you learn to do that? I don't think anybody's has ever had me so close before so quickly."

He laughed. "Let's just say...I've had a little practice."

"Well, you're good. You could retire from teaching and just do that for a living," I joked.

He cracked up, rolling his head back onto the couch. That got me laughing as well. My wiener shook. Since it was sort of the centerpiece where the two of us were sitting on the couch, Chris grabbed it to hold it steady. His palm was soft and slick with a combo of spit and pre-cum.

With my dick in his hand, he seemed to pause. He was just looking at it.

"You have a long penis, TJ," he said. "I'd say, what is it? Somewhere between 8 and one fourth and 8 and one third?"

How could he know that?

"Actually, that's pretty good. It's eight and a third."

"Wow," he said quietly. "Nice."

I smiled. I guess it was something I could be proud of. Maybe I'd been taking it for granted all these years, but well, it was the only one I'd ever had.

I rubbed the wetness away from my eyes and looked at Chris. Other than his bare feet, which were a surprising turn-on, he was still fully clothed. I gave him a frown.

A silent agreement passed between us. Chris slipped off his black shirt. Underneath, he had a very tight little muscular body. He was olive skinned and had a light amount of perfectly symmetrical and untrimmed chest hair. I couldn't help but run both of my hands through it when he moved closer to me.

I caught both of his nipples between my fingers and gave them both a little squeeze. He tightened his abs and I ran my fingertips over the ripples.

Wow. A six-pack. I wonder what he does to stay so fit.

Chris seemed to sense my question, and gave me a shrug. "It's genetic," he said. "No matter what I eat, I've always got my little washboard."

At that moment I hated him. Lucky. I had to do like a thousand sit-ups a week and had nowhere near the cut in my abs that he did.

I continued my exploration and slipped my fingers behind the waist band and undid the top button. I pulled his shorts away from his body and placed my hand inside. His pubic hair was soft. I could feel his hard dick poking upward. I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth.

Seconds later I had his pants off of him and rolled into a heap on the floor.

Chris' dick was great. A perfectly shaped pipe, just as thick at the top as it was at the base, there was no taper at all.

"Whoa!" I said. This wasn't exactly what I expected, but I was happy to see it.

I took both of my hands and placed them around Chris' shaft. It felt oddly familiar. Could it be?

"Um, is it....?"

"Eight and a third?" Chris said, meeting my gaze.

"Yeah, is it eight and a third?"

"Yes, exactly," he said.

We both smiled. He took mine in his hand. I returned the favor and did the same. Man, what were the odds of this happening? Had I stumbled upon some alternative galaxy where the mirror-image of my penis existed on somebody else's body? An MIT math professor had my same dick? Really?

We started to giggle. In no time, the two of us were laughing so hard, we didn't hear the door open.

"Hey guys, I can see you started without me," a familiar voice said. Who the heck?

Chris popped up off the couch. I put a pillow on top of my cock. In the dim candle lights that Chris had set up, I couldn't really see across the room too well.

"TJ, allow me to introduce you to my friend. This is Zachary," Chris said.

"Um, pleased to..."

The silhouette of a nicely built man stepped toward the two of us on the couch. He was extending his hand toward us.

A handshake? Really? I was naked on the couch with his friend or his boyfriend or whatever. My hands have just been all over Chris' cock. And now I was expected to shake this dude's hand?

But then, what the fuck?

As he came closer I recognized him immediately. Despite the candles, there was no mistaking his smile and chiseled features.

It was Zack. Zachary, oh yeah.

Zack was the Australian hockey player I'd met on my flight out to Los Angeles just before Christmas.

Oh my god! What a weird coincidence!

"Oh my god, TJ, I can't believe it's you!" Apparently Zack figured out who I was too.

"Zack! I can't believe it's you!"

"What? You two already know each other?" Chris looked at us both in disbelief.

Zack and I both nodded. Chris' mouth was open. The three of us were pretty damn surprised to be in this situation.

Zack looked down at our hard-ons. Mine was still rock solid. Chris' didn't look like it lost that loving feeling either.

Zack smiled. 'Nice' he mouthed silently. Somehow it still came out with Zack's thick Australian accent.

It was one of those funny situations. All three of us sort of wanted to talk about how we'd wound up being in this goofy situation. But at the same time all three of us really just wanted to jump each other's bones.

Our bones won out. Five minutes later, Zack was naked too.

It had been a couple of months, but Zack's body was blazed deeply into my memory bank. Rock-hard muscles, huge strong hands, his cock was uncut, his balls were unshaved. He smelled like he'd been on an airplane for days, which he had.

Zack and Chris settled on either side of me held me down on my back. Chris licked my neck and my chest. Zack went to work on my dick. Chris took a sip of his Manhattan and kissed me with cool lips. Our tongues wrestled softly back and forth, first in my mouth and then in his.

From the position I was in I couldn't do much other than just lie there and let the two of them have their way with me. I thought of protesting, but never managed to find the right words.

Oh well.

Zack quickly had me bucking my hips up and down. He had sort of an aggressive style of cock-sucking. I rewarded his efforts with lots of happy drops of pre-cum. "Mmm," he said.

Then they switched.

Chris popped my penis in his mouth. Zack found one of my nipples and bit down.

Yow!

While Zack revved up my dick with his super-charged vacuum mouth. Moments after he had me inside I lifted my hips off the couch as he Hoovered away, his strong fingers tugging away roughly at my scrotum. On the other hand, Chris' cock-sucking technique was exactly the opposite, slow and smooth. Chris cupped my nut-sack lightly while blowing me, almost like he was holding a little bird.

The contrast between them was dizzying. I was pretty powerless. Even if I'd wanted to move, I couldn't; Zack had my chest pinned down while he chomped on my chest.

Minutes later my hips began to buck again. Chris' soft, easy touch had put me over the top again. Zack kissed me firmly on the mouth. I just gave in as his tongue found the back of my throat.

Then they stopped.

I opened my eyes and looked up at the two of them. They were both grinning. What the fuck?

"Should we fuck him?" Zack asked gently in Australian.

Chris looked at Zack, then at me. "Yes, I think we should Zachary."

Finally!

Zack went first. His dick was a little smaller, a little narrower toward the end. Perhaps both of them realized that I could stand with some breaking in before I took on Chris' thick pipe.

Zack lay down on his back and he and Chris hoisted me up so that I was seated facing him. Chris lubed up Zack's cock and I settled in against it. Then Chris stood up and pointed his fat dick toward my mouth. It was awfully thick and my eyes widened in anticipation of having to get it inside of me.

"Thought I might warm you up first before you have to deal with that," Zack said as he watched my eyeing his roommate's hard-on.

"Thanks," I smiled.

I wiggled aboard Zack's cock; he let me take charge of the entry. Thank god for that! I went slow. It had been a while. Once I had Zack deep within me, I stopped and took a breath. Zack tenderly bounced me up and down on his dick. Our eyes met and he smiled. I loved having him in there. We should have done this on the plane at 35,000 feet!

While Zack fucked me, Zack's boyfriend's dick was within licking distance, so I put my tongue on the top and gave it a lick.

"You think it'll fit in there?" Zack asked, clearly wondering - just like I was - whether or not Chris' fat cock would fit into my mouth.

I glared at him, stuck out my tongue, grabbed hold of Chris and shoved his weenie between my lips. I only got a little bit in. Man it was thick!

I gagged. Zack giggled.

"Zachary, be nice!" Chris scolded.

"I am nice," Zack protested. "I think it's pretty nice that I'm pounding his tight little ass!"

I chuckled and pinched both of his nipples hard. Then I went back to trying to deep-throat Chris. It wasn't working. What did it say about me that I could easily take a dick up my butt but I couldn't fit one in my mouth? On the other hand, Chris was awfully big!

While I struggled to find another couple inches of Chris' big penis into my mouth, Zack increased the pace of his fucking. I was really taking a pounding now. It felt so fucking great and I completely forgot about my own dick. At some point, a couple of hands grabbed hold of my cock during all the excitement, but I wasn't sure who they belonged to. Somebody put some lube on me and drove me to the brink of orgasm.

"Should we let him cum, Chris?" Zack asked.

"No, no, no!" I interrupted. "I want Chris to fuck me."

I stretched out my legs and eased upward off of Zack. He slithered out from underneath me, lifted me up under the arms and flipped me over onto my back. He had my legs in the air seconds later. He waved Chris around with his arm and pointed Chris' cock right toward my ass. I took a deep breath as Chris plunged in. Oh my fucking god!

Chris fucked me softly at first, then a little harder, and then he gave me a brutal pounding. Zack alternated between kissing me and sucking me. The whole thing was completely unreal.

Chris kept up the pace; Zack buried my cock in his throat.

When I came, it was probably the most intense orgasm I'd ever had. I did what I could to continue to participate in the festivities after my climax. It was fun watching Chris fuck Zack right after he'd stopped fucking me. Zack screamed loudly and came buckets. Finally Zack and I both pinned Chris down between a bunch of pillows so he couldn't move a muscle and took turns jerking him off.

Zack practically carried me into the bathroom and tossed me in the shower. Then the two of them tucked me into an incredibly comfortable bed, kissed me lightly on the forehead, and I drifted off to sleep, happy as a clam. A very well-fucked clam.

 

[2008spike]

Enjoy and please do comment.

 

[Críostóir]

Yum! What fun. Envying all three right now!

 

[sheep]

Spike, I LOL all through this chapter from "I could feel my nuts tucked in close against my body for extra warmth. Smart little dudes." to "Maybe he was too Latvian and couldn't think in English yet.
"Do you want to have a beer with me? On Friday?"
"Beer?"
"Yes, beer. You drink it. It's brown. Or sort of yellow." "

Promise me you will never stop writing!

 

[____]

Chris and Zach! Like Chris Pine and Zachary Quinto playing Star Trek . This is probably just a coincidence, but I've always fantasised about those two. Awesome installment!!

 

[Craiger]

Hooray! We meet Zack again. I had an inkling that Zachery would be the Zack from before Christmas. It seems TJ finds some of his more interesting friends on planes. You had me laughing so hard throughout most of this chapter. As naive as TJ may be in some cases he certainly is experienced in others....particularly sex... I wonder how he will trap Marco.

Craiger

 

[2008spike]

Thank you so much.

 

[Kyanimal]

WOW! How the Hell did I miss this when it was first posted?

Butt, MAN!, am I SO Happy that I finally 'found' it!

Spike, Dude, YOU are Amazing! I absolutely ADORE TJ, and am also so envious of Him at the same time!

My college years were at Northwestern, in Chicago. And, I'm also very familiar with Boston. Who's winters may be the worst/coldest could be an argument that might last days. However, I can certainly relate to your descriptions, and, yes, "BONE Chilling" definitely applies to both! Thank goodness for "smart" nuts!

Like Sheep said, please don't stop writing! You have a Gift that keeps us chuckling, eagerly anticipating MORE, and, Yes!, !!

THANK YOU!, Buddy! More than I can adequately put into words!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz

 

[jamietaf]

more please ?

 

[Scottyboi]

that was awesome, but was it the last one?

 

[2008spike]

I'm not sure what the snowy equivalent of 'when it rains, it pours' was, but, well, that's basically what was happening in my life about mid-way through my first winter in Boston.

It was snowing a lot; we had gotten into a sort of rhythm with the weather. Pretty for a while there, yeah, but now even long-time locals were starting to complain. It was really piling up and making my treks back and forth to class pretty tough. Coach had totally given up on the team running outside, and now we were on the track in the indoor gym every day.

The good part was that my sex life had developed a rhythm too. Just before my long-awaited fuck-fest with Zack and the Professor, I'd been going through a sort of drought. Now the floodgates were open, and things had picked up a lot.

When I got back to my dorm room, Alan was naked on the floor, doing some type of wrestler stretch. I'd gotten so used to my roommate being naked when he exercised in our room that it was pretty easy to ignore. It was late morning on a Saturday, and I was actually looking forward to studying. I took my clothes off and tossed them into the bottom of my closet, and then I put my towel around me to head down the hall to the showers.

"Oh," Alan said, hopping up from the floor, "I almost forgot. There's a note for you. Some big Russian dude stopped by looking for you last night."

Some Russian dude?

He handed me a folded piece of paper.

I read it.

Hi TJ. I was in the building and just dropped by to see how things were going with the Moliere. Let me know if you'd like to get together to go over the assignment. Take care, Marco.

Oh my god!

"Who's Moliere?" Alan asked.

"My English TA," I said. "I mean, no. I mean, that was my English TA. The guy."

"That guy was an English TA? With that Russian accent?"

"No, he's Latvian. He's not Russian."

"Same difference, whatever. He's an English TA. What? They couldn't find anybody who actually spoke the language?"

I laughed. "Yeah, pretty funny, right? He's really smart though, I think he's a PhD student."

"And his name is Moliere? Who's Marco?"

Clearly, this had not been a private note from Alan's perspective.

"No, his name is Marco. Marco, the English TA. He's Latvian. And we're reading Moliere. He's French. Or was."

"You're reading French in English?"

I rolled my eyes. Never mind. Sometimes Alan could be pretty dense.

"I gotta take a shower," I said. I took a few steps toward the door and Alan went back to stretching on the floor.

"So, are you gonna let him fuck you? He looks like somebody who'd have a really big dick," Alan said, grinning.

All the air came out of my lungs at once. What the fuck? I shook my head and stared poison darts at my Alan.

"What did you just ask me?" I asked.

He chuckled. "I think you heard me roomie. I just wanted to know if this was really about the French guy—Moliere—or if this was a sex thing."

I shrugged.

"I don't know."

"Well, if it's a sex thing, just be careful you know," Alan said.

"Really? You're telling me to be careful if I get to have sex with my English TA? Why? Because English TAs are known for abusing their students?"

Alan nodded. "I mean, I don't know anything about having sex with TAs. It just doesn't seem like a good idea in college, you know. It's just that, well, he may not have the best intentions."

I smiled and relaxed. I didn't want Marco to have the best intentions. I wanted to suck his dick.

"Thanks Alan, I didn't realize you cared about stuff like that," I said.

"Fux! Of course I care about stuff like that. You're my roomie. We gotta look out for each other."

Wow.

"Um, okay, well, thank you. I really appreciate it," I said.

"No problem, that's what I'm here for."

In a funny kind of way, it was really cool what Alan was saying. I thought I should say something nice in return. I turned toward him and looked him straight in the eyes.

"You know I got your back too, right roomie?"

He looked at me and pursed his lips, acknowledging what I said. He broke the tension with another laugh. "Well, you could help me out a lot by getting me a date."

"A date, well, okay, you know I don't know that many girls."

"Yes you do, TJ, there must be some hot young Freshmen ladies running around that track with you every afternoon."

I thought. He was right. There were some girls there when we practiced. I admit that I hadn't really looked though.

"Okay, I'll see what I can do."

"And blonde please. I'd like her to be blonde."

"Um, okay, blonde then. Deal."

We did a fist bump in the air.

"And I'll be glad to let you know if I smell trouble with all these guys that seem to want to jump in the sack with you."

I swallowed hard. Okay. Sure, I guess.

"Thanks," I said.

"I mean, this Latvian guy. Marco. He seems nice enough, it's just that his hands were huge. That might mean he's got a pretty huge penis. So you should be careful, roomie. You could get hurt with something like that."

Wow. Alan had noticed Marco's hands too! They were huge, and I was hoping that big hands meant exactly what Alan said. I smiled.

"Yeah, his hands are pretty big. I can't decide if it's just a Latvian thing, or what?"

Alan grabbed his penis, dangling on the floor between his legs. He looked down at what he was grabbing, in case I wasn't sure what he was talking about. "Well, you'll have to let me know," he said.

I promised him I would. Yup. One of my favorite topics, penises are.

Then I left and went down the hall to the shower room.

I smiled to myself. How cute is that? My straight roommate wants to know how big of a dick my Latvian English TA has.

Actually so do I.

A couple of other showers were running, but I couldn't see anybody through the curtains. I threw my towel over the hook and turned on the water.

Ahh! As the warm water slipped down my sleek runner's body, I scrubbed away the memories of last night. My behind was a little sore, so I just sort of dabbed around back there. When it came time to do my hair, I opened up my shampoo bottle and tiled it upside down. A single drip fell into the cup of my hand, definitely not enough even for my short hair.

I wondered if anybody else already showering could loan me a little shampoo.

I peeked outside my curtain and cleared my throat.

"Ahem! Has anyone got a little shampoo I can borrow?"

There was a pause. Then I heard a voice. "Incoming!"

A blue bottle floated through the air toward my stall, and I caught it.

"Thanks!" I said to the voice.

The borrowed shampoo smelled like the ocean. Not bad.

When I was finished washing up, I turned off the water and opened my curtain to look around for the owner of the shampoo. I didn't hear anything. While I was toweling off with my curtain open, I found out who it belonged to.

"Smells pretty good, right?"

I looked up at a pretty boyish looking guy of about 5 foot 6 inches. Dark, short cropped hair. Huge chest, with closely trimmed chest hair. He had a navy blue towel wrapped around his waist that dangled on the floor. He had a great smile.

"What, you mean, the shampoo? I mean...thanks! Thanks a lot. I was, uh, out," I said.

He chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I figured." I handed him the bottle and thanked him again.

"Ocean breeze," he said.

"Really?"

He smiled again.

"I have a moisturizer to match. Same scent. You want to try some?"

Well, all right.

And that was how I got invited back to his room.

His name was Jim. And he was a gymnast. A sophomore. Jim the gymnast.

Jim the gymnast showed me the moisturizer that smelled like the ocean. While I was pretended to be extremely interested in the bottle, Jim's towel fell off onto the floor. The parts of Jim's body that I hadn't seen yet were displayed in front of me. I put down the bottle.

Jim rubbed his hands over his stomach. Not just a 6-pack, I think there must have been a 12-pack. Did this boy never eat?

"Whoa, you do a lot of abs," I said.

"Good genes," he explained.

Oh.

"You're not so bad in that department yourself," Jim said.

Right. He was just being nice I think.

Jim picked up the bottle of ocean breeze moisturizer and squirted a little into his hand. He placed his hand on my chest and started to rub it in.

He had completely shaved pubes. His dick was on the small side, but it was growing before my eyes. I wanted to touch it, but this was Jim's room after all. He was in charge.

When Jim slipped both hands under the top of my towel, I guessed that we were not going to go out for pizza. My dick responded to the attention, even just the idea that attention was coming soon actually, and got hard. One of his hands went around the back and rubbed some ocean breeze onto my behind. When Jim's middle finger found my butthole, I jumped.

This moisturizer was the real deal!

My towel was definitely in the way, so he pulled it off of my completely and tossed it aside. Every inch of my cock strained upward, begging to have a little of that ocean breeze for itself.

Jim teased my dick with just a tiny dab of lotion around the end. Before we could get serious about lubing me up, he placed a glop of the cream in one of my hands and directed me in the proper technique. Jim's tongue found my throat and I closed my eyes. We fell onto his bed in a slick mess of moisturizer.

Jim had an amazing body. He was as strong and defined as anybody I'd ever been with. He was also pretty short. And all things considered, he probably didn't require the use of quite as much moisturizer as your average male body and we were done lubing him up in no time. We both had raging erections; it was time.

He looked at mine and whistled.

"Nice," he said. "Do you think maybe you could fuck me with that?"

I blushed.

"Sure," I agreed. "Do you have a condom?"

He opened a drawer and started fiddling with what looked like a stack of condoms.

"Shit, I'm all out of Magnums. Can you fit into a regular?"

"Um," I said. "There are Magnums?"

"Well, yeah, silly. They're made for guys like you."

"Huh," I said. I didn't know they came in sizes.

"But I'm out. We'll have to make do with a regular size."

"Okay, sure, that's fine I guess," I said.

Jim didn't waste any time with foreplay. He just wanted to climb aboard me and ride. Jim's strength pushed me down onto my back on his bed. My cock was already plenty ready, so Jim slipped a condom on me and then sat down on top of it. In no time he was bouncing around like he was in a rodeo.

"Woo-hoo," Jim said.

I tried to grab hold of Jim's dick, but couldn't seem to do it. Even though it was rock hard, it was tough to latch onto. He was just moving up and down too fast on top of me.

So I just sort of lay back on the bed and tried to enjoy myself. His hard-on was nicely shaped. His body was a work of art. Why had I not had sex with this guy yet?

Jim got lost in being fucked. His eyes were open, but he wasn't really still in the room with me. I got in a few good strokes of his bouncing penis, but that really wasn't working so I stopped. After a few more tries, I just gave in to what was happening and let Jim do what he wanted to do.

A few minutes later, he somehow pulled me to a standing position and got himself onto the floor in what looked like a headstand. It looked uncomfortable, but Jim just kept rocking away. My dick bent downward at a weird angle, so I bent over to make sure it didn't break right off.

"I'm a power bottom," he said.

Oh. Okay, whatever that is.

I was feeling a little used when Jim announced that he was cumming. Involuntarily I came too, just as his butt muscles contracted around the shaft of my cock. Mine went inside the condom. Jim's went onto his face, and a little got in his mouth.

"Yum," he said.

Wow.

We toweled off a little. Jim had worked up more of a sweat than I had, but I didn't want him to know that so I took my time and made a big fuss toweling myself off, just like he did.

Jim dug a pair of black underwear out of his dresser and slipped into them.

"That was sure fun," he said. "I love your dick."

"Thanks," I said. "I guess I love my dick too."

He giggled. "Todd said you were funny."

"Todd?"

Jim explained that he had seen me around campus and that he sort of knew Todd too.

"Todd from the track team?" I asked.

"Yes, silly," he said. "Your captain, I think."

"You know I'm on the track team?"

He nodded.

Wow.

"Well, that was fun," Jim said again.

"What was?" I asked.

"Sex. Sitting on your penis. Do you want to do it again?"

"Now?"

"No, I can't. I have to study."

"Okay, maybe, maybe next week."

"Great, next week. My place or yours?"

"Um, yours, I guess, I have a roommate," I said.

"Cool. See you next week, then. Say hi to Todd for me."

"Okay."

I left Jim's room and went back to the showers.

Jim was very cute and very hot. But I wasn't sure what had just happened; I felt a little unclean. Another shower was definitely in order. Since I still had no shampoo, I used dorm soap from the dispenser to wash away the ocean breeze.

When I opened the door to my room, Alan was at his desk reading a book. He was dressed.

"Slut," Alan said.

I took a deep breath and thought about launching into a vigorous defense of myself. But, the truth was, there wasn't really much I could say. So I just ignored him and quickly got dressed. The room went silent.

When I was nearly done, Alan raised his head up from his book and half turned around. "I thought you were taking forever in the showers so I went in there to check on you. Nobody was in there. Where were you?"

I was busy fucking this gymnast from down the hall. Yeah right. I decided not to answer his question at all and got busy with my socks. In the end, he was studying. I didn't want to get into it. So, nothing really got said. Then I just left.

"Bye," I said.

"Later roomie," Alan said without looking up.

I shut the door behind me and I went to the library. Alan was right, I was acting a little weird. Last night I'd had a crazy slam-fest with an MIT professor and his hockey star roommate. Today, I'd just met a guy in the bathroom of my dorm and let him have sex with me after knowing him for like 30 seconds.

I am a slut.

Oh well. At least Danny Leeman would be proud of me.

Later that week, all the guys on the track team had to be up in New Hampshire for an indoor meet with a few New England schools. Dartmouth was going to be there; it was their gym after all. So was Maine, so was Northeastern.

I ran pretty well in the early heats, but placed fourth in the finals of the 8K. I finished just a step and a half behind the winner, a senior from Maine with tattoos everywhere. The fuck.

Since it was a Friday, a few of us who had never been to New Hampshire decided to go in together on a room and stay up there overnight. Josh had been to New Hampshire before and seemed to know his way around, so he hung around to be our tour guide.

There were going to be four of us in the motel room. Both the Johns were with us. Plus Josh and myself. Since the Johns were such close friends, I assumed they'd prefer to sleep together. I knew who I'd be sharing a bed with.

We ate Italian at a cheap place that was easy walking distance from the university. The food was just okay, but just like the other guys, I was starving to death so I ate everything in sight. I must have downed a dozen bread sticks. We also drank a big carafe of the house red wine. We got carded, but Josh had a fake ID and they didn't bother to check the rest of us.

When the Johns were busy talking about something and not paying any attention to Josh and I, I put a bread stick in my mouth as far as I could. My best deep throat imitation. Josh blushed.

He got it.

Well that was easy. I bit off the first four inches or so but kept the remainder in my hand pressed against my lips. I kissed the bread stick and then circled my tongue around the end. Only Josh saw me do it and he rolled his eyes.

One quick bar stop to grab another glass of wine and then it was back to the room for a pretty early night.

In the hotel room, everybody was all business. We stripped down to our underwear, brushed our teeth, peed, and shut the lights off quickly. Apparently we were all pretty wiped out.

"G'nite, TJ," somebody in the other bed said. Probably the littler John.

"G'nite John," I answered back.

"G'nite Josh," John said.

"G'nite John," Josh said.

Then the whole thing repeated itself with the other John. We all erupted in laughter.

Finally there was a quiet in the hotel room.

"John, don't put your hand there, I don't even let my girlfriend touch me like that."

Giggling.

"That's not my hand John," John said.

More laughing.

"Ew!"

"Knock it off you guys," Josh said. "Us straight guys are trying to get some sleep."

"Fuck you Josh," the bigger John said.

"That's what TJ is supposed to do," the littler John said.

"I should be so lucky," I said, only half not meaning it.

Hooting and howling. Then finally the room grew quiet again.

Lying on my back in the bed next to Josh, I stared at the dark ceiling for a full five minutes without moving a muscle or taking a deep breath. Then, ever so slowly, I let my foot drift over toward his side of the bed.

I heard more deep breathing from the other bed. I guessed that the Johns were asleep. Clearly Josh and I were not.

When our skin touched, Josh responded by shifting his entire body closer to me. My breathing increased. I craned my neck to see if it looked like the Johns were asleep. It was impossible to see anything, but I convinced myself that they were. I let myself relax a little and sort of back-spooned into Josh.

Josh wasted no time angling his hard-on right between my legs, way up high at the bottom of my butt. He kissed me on the back of the head and then quietly slipped his hand into my boxer briefs.

He was rewarded with eight and a third inches of my erection.

"Mmm," Josh said quietly.

I put my index finger over his lips to shush him. For crissakes, if we were really going to do this, to have sex in a bed just a couple feet away from two guys on the track team with us, then the least he could do was be quiet about it!

Josh cupped my balls and kneaded them between his fingers. Then he nuzzled the back of my neck. It tickled but somehow I managed to not laugh.

Josh tugged my underwear down lower to give him easier access to my cock. I ground my hips backwards into his cock. He was hard, and I let him slip slightly between my cheeks.

Whoa!

If I was right, Josh sure seemed to be packing some seriously big meat. Why was it always the skinny, nerdy guys who had the biggest dicks?

Josh let his fingers move up and down my shaft in the dark. After another quick look at the sleeping Johns across the room, I moved the covers back to give him better access to my penis. Josh responded by licking his own palm and rubbing it gently onto the top of my cock.

Ack! I gasped. I love that! I wondered. Did Todd tell him to do that? Had I mentioned that to Josh during one of our long lunches when we talked about sex?

Josh wouldn't let me touch his penis. Each time I tried, he twisted himself in such a way that I couldn't quite get my hands onto him. In the meantime, Josh found every one of my good spots and was driving me wild. He alternated pulling on my nuts with jerking me off and slathering the tip of my hard-on with spit. He ground his dick into my backside. I was so turned on that I was almost about to let him stick it in me dry.

He whispered in my ear. "Do you have a condom?"

"No I don't fucking have a condom, Josh," I responded with a whisper in the general direction of Josh's ear. I was partly amused and partly annoyed by the question. When was I supposed to get a condom and have it right here at the bedside in our shared hotel room?

"Well, we can't do this without a condom," Josh whispered, stating the obvious.

Actually, we could. But what we really needed was lube. Despite the fact that my brain wanted him to fuck me dry, I'm afraid that my butthole would have other ideas.

"Don't worry." I said.

I log rolled over until we were finally facing each other.

Our faces were close together. I could smell Josh's minty fresh breath. Crest, probably, just like me. He moved a few inches toward me. I opened my mouth to let him kiss me.

The room was eerily silent. Plus it was way dark, I couldn't see anything. When Josh's lips landed on mine, it surprised me and I jumped back. It was electric! I felt the touch of his mouth pulse through my body like fire.

Where did he learn to do that?

After I recovered, I moved in to kiss him again. I opened my mouth and put my lips onto Josh's. He responded by softening his mouth and allowing me in further.

My hands found Josh's erection and the two of us played with each other while we kissed. His dick was a nice surprise, long and thick. At the same time, it was also smooth and soft, not veiny at all. I would have liked to get fucked by it. But not here in the room with John and John so close to us. And not without some kind of lotion. Not with that dick!

Very, very quietly, I stroked Josh's wiener up and down. The boy had a dick!

Josh stroked me too. I wondered if he was impressed with mine as I was with his.

Somehow, trying to stay quiet made for an extra challenge. And the extra challenge made it really fun! A kind of very dark, very silent circle jerk for two!

Both of us were trying to not make a sound, but both of us were really getting into it with each other. Both of us made a few guttural moans. Twice, I started to talk, but Josh shushed me with a kiss.

Being teammates on the track team who had run like a gazillion miles together since the beginning of the school year made it somehow extra cool! I loved the feel of Josh's lean, hard body against mine. I loved how he felt in the blackness of the room where I couldn't see what I was doing, I could only feel. It was like I could feel every single inch of Josh's skin. Almost like it was my own.

And then there was the kissing. Oh my god!

Even though Josh wasn't exactly the fastest runner on our team, he was a fantastic kisser. Definitely the best I'd had in a very long time! I got so caught up in Josh's lips and his tongue that I was forgetting about the stuff down below. Josh had this sort of very firm kissing style that was somehow soft at the same time. I'd always considered myself pretty decent in the kissing department, but I was definitely no match for Josh. His mouth just sort of took over my whole face. I was in total bliss! After a few minutes, I brought my hands up behind Josh's head and pulled him toward me, our bodies pressed even more closely together.

"Wow," I said silently when I came up for air.

Josh smiled and let me finish my breath. Then he dived back in, using his own hands over my ears to push us together again.

Josh's tongue found my neck. He licked and sucked my neck at the same time. The sensation was amazing and I almost came. He was driving me crazy! It was absolutely impossible to stay quiet.

Who the heck would've thought that Josh could be this good?

Josh! Of all people. Little Josh with his puppy dog eyes. He always tried so hard at everything he did. Every single one of us on the track team would always stop to watch when Josh was racing, urging him on, willing him to win, clapping and screaming like mad when he ran close to the front. But, in the end, Josh never won. He never even finished in the top three. He just didn't have it in him.

But kissing? What the fuck! He was incredible!

I was putty in his hands. I had stopped being an active participant in the sex soon after Josh took over my head and neck.

My dick was hard, but my arms were lifeless. Josh was everywhere, touching me, probing me, and poking me with his great, big beautiful cock. His hands were slathered in our own saliva and he expertly stroked my cock. He managed to get a finger up my butt, pull my nut sack down, and jack me off all at the same time. And somehow all I could think about was what he was doing to my mouth!

I didn't last too much longer.

I came in a giant explosion, squirting cum way up high toward our faces. I can't believe it, but somehow I managed not to scream out loud!

After I was done, Josh plumped my pillow and set me down onto it gently. Then he used his tongue to lick every bit of my jizz off of my chest. He scooped up what he could from his own chest and from the bed as well with his fingertips. Then he stuck his fingers into his mouth and licked them like they were an ice cream cone. I just watched. If I hadn't been so spent, I would have found this whole clean-up scene to be totally erotic.

When he was done, he placed my hand on his balls and quietly jerked himself off. Just as he was shooting his load, I managed to find the energy to kiss him again. It was a good thing I did too. Josh let out a scream into my mouth that I could feel in the back of my throat.

The two of us lay there in the bed together, not making a sound. I found Josh's hand and held it. His fingers squeezed mine.

Man! I could totally fall in love with this guy!

My eyes were practically shut when I crawled on top of Josh. He opened his eyes and grinned. He kissed me on the lips, this time no tongue. I pulled back and looked carefully at his face. As I did, there was some kind of emotion that passed between us during that moment. I smiled and kissed him on the nose.

A moment later I tucked my head just under his neck and closed my eyes I could feel the cool sticky sperm between us. Basically we were glued together. We both fell fast asleep.

Back in Boston the following week, I was finally able to connect with Marco. My Latvian English TA remained a mystery to me. He was sexy as hell but he acted a lot more like a college TA than a potential sexual partner. But then again, there was that note he dropped off in my dorm room in Shelton Hall.

The truth was that I had no idea where I really stood with Marco. So I called him.

"Hallo?"

"Hi Marco, it's me," I said.

"Me?"

"You know, TJ, I'm the one who lives in Shelton Hall. You stopped by last week and left me a note in my room,"

Silence.

He was probably staring at his hands. I imagined them gripping the phone, just a tiny little insignificant piece of electronics sitting lightly in those huge, hunky Eastern European hands.

"Oh yes, now I remember, how are you Tee-chay?" Marco finally responded. His low guttural accent stirred something deep inside of me.

"Fine, thanks. I was just calling you, you know," I stammered. "You know? To see if we could get together." My voice went up a couple octaves when I said it. Next to Marco's uber-deep machismo, I felt like a 12-year old.

"Get together?"

"Yes, you know, go grab a beer or something?" Hadn't we had this conversation before? Hadn't he stopped by my room and suggested the very same thing?

"I'd like that, TJ, when do you want to have beer?"

I giggled to myself. I still couldn't believe they had hired this guy as an English TA. Not that I was complaining, of course.

"Um, well, let's have beer Friday night? What do you think? Could that work for you?"

"What time?" Only it came out like 'vot tayeem?'

"Um, well, how about 7?"

"Seven is good. Beer, you said, right?"

There was a pause in the conversation? Yes beer. Was he on the same phone call as me?

"Yeah. Should we just meet at your place?"

"Yes. I live in an apartment on Ivy. Do you know where that is?

"I think so," I lied.

He explained how to get there from Shelton Hall. I wrote it down in one of my notebooks. Then I asked him how many roommates he had. It was sort of a dumb question, but he answered me anyway.

"Just one," Marco said. "And she's out of town."

She?

"We're just friends, don't worry," Marco added.

"Um," I said.

"Okay, Tee-Chay, see you at seven on Friday. My place. We'll go have beer."

Yes.

On Thursday night and Friday day, I jacked off three times in anticipation of my night out with Marco. My penis was a wreck by the time I tucked it into my underwear Friday night.

Luckily Alan was gone when I was getting ready to leave after my shower. I didn't want to have to deal with him giving me shit.

I knocked on Marco's door at 7:01.

There was no answer. Fuck. I waited about 8 seconds and knocked again. Nothing. Shit fuck.

I sat down on the little brick ledge to think. Had I got the time wrong?

At 7:03, I saw Marco at the bottom of the stairs.

"Oh, hello Tee-chay. I'm sorry to be late. I was boxing and it ran over a couple of minutes."

He boxes?

He was carrying a brown bag. "I have beer," he said.

"Um, okay. I mean...great! You have beer."

Then he said something that sounded like Kavonah.

"Corona?"

He smiled at me and nodded. "My accent eesn't too much for you, ees it?"

I laughed. "No, don't worry, we're good."

"Good, Mr. Tee-Chay, let's go have beer. Ka-vo-nah."

He patted me on the rump with one of his enormous hands. It hurt more than it should have. I tightened my lips and followed him through the door.

Once we were settled inside Marco's apartment, he put on some music. I didn't recognize it, but it was nice. A little on the quiet side for me, but that was okay.

"Do you mind if I take a shower Tee-Chay? I'm afraid my smell is not good."

I smiled. Of course you can take a shower. Things were all going according to my secret plan.

I sipped at my Corona on the couch while Marco did whatever he needed to do getting ready for his shower in his bedroom. What was taking him so long? I stood up and looked around. Was he expecting me to just come in there? Already? Shouldn't we at least drink a little of this beer first?

Finally, Marco came out of his bedroom with a big brown bath towel rolled around the back of his neck. He had nothing else on.

I gulped. Marco had a surprisingly good body. He was completely free of chest hair but had a neat little trail leading down to his long Latvian weenie. It was a very, very white penis, almost like he'd just dipped it in whip cream.

"Do you need another Kavonah?"

My mouth had dropped upon and I hadn't heard the question.

"Tee-chay?"

"What? Oh, well no. I'm okay. I'm only half done with this one." I held my beer in the air for him to see. I had drunk only about three little swallows of it.

"All right then, I vill have a shower now," he said. He paused and looked at me again before turning back and heading toward his bathroom.

What did he want me to do? I was having trouble figuring out what was expected of me. Should I join be joining him in the shower? Do I take my clothes off and wait for him naked on the couch?

Marco left the door to the bathroom open a crack. That had to mean something, right?

I heard the water turn on. Then the sound of a shower curtain being pulled along the bar. I waited. I heard him drop the soap. Then singing, in Latvian I think. He was pretty good.

I took a deep breath. It's now or never, Tee-chay.

I knocked lightly on the bathroom door, and then pushed it in. He was still singing away. It sounded like the tune to "Beat It" by Michael Jackson, but definitely not in English.

Or was my mind just making that up?

I cleared my throat.

The singing stopped.

"Tee-chay?"

"Um, yes, it's me."

"Vhat are you doing in my shower?"

I sighed. "I'm not in your shower. I'm in the bathroom."

"Okay, fair enough. I am in the shower, not you. Vhat are you doing in my bathroom?"

"Uh, well, I heard you drop the soap...and I, well, I wondered if you needed any help."

Oh my god! That had to be the lamest thing I ever said.

"Hmm," Marco said.

Well, at least he was thinking about it. Considering my offer.

"Vhy vould I need help with the soap?"

I exhaled. A nervous laugh.

"Um, I'm not here to help you with the soap. I'm here to help you with something else," I said.

"Like vhat?"

This was stupid. I should just get out of here now! But my brain was clearly not in charge of the situation. Something else vas, or was.

"I thought maybe, you know, if you want, I could, like, sort of help you out, you know, with your dick." This all came out of my mouth very quietly. It didn't seem like an offer that he couldn't refuse.

Fuck!

"My dick?" Marco asked, his voice higher than usual.

"Yes. Do you need any help? You know, assistance?"

"I know the English vord for 'help,' Tee-chay."

"Good!"

Pause.

"Well then, do you? Do you need any help?"

"Do you vant to put your mouth on my dick and give fellatio?"

I laughed.

"Yes, that is exactly what I want to do," I answered. "Is that okay?"

Pause again.

"Yes. I think yes. I vould like that."

Okay then, here we go. I took a couple steps forward and pulled slightly on the shower curtain. Bam! There he was! Just like that guy on TV who throws spices in things when he's cooking. Only this one was naked and wet. Fantastic.

"You sure don't make things easy," I joked. "I wanted to do this weeks ago!"

"You did? Vell, vhy didn't you just tell me?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't know, I just thought, well, you might not want..."

"Of course I vant. I vant very much. I like you Tee-chay."

I pulled back the shower curtain so that I could have an unobstructed view. Marco made no attempt to move closer to me, or to turn the water off.

I reached out with my hand and put it around his long penis. It was still soft. It felt very smooth in my hand. Like a hot dog with a pillow top. Marco watched me, but stayed put under the shower water. I tugged gently on Marco's cock and it grew inside my hands.

He smiled.

I bent down onto my knees over the ledge of the shower, trying to find the right angle to start off the fellatio. The water was spraying off of Marco's head and shoulders and I was getting wet. I looked up at him, hoping he'd realize that I was going to drown if I tried to suck him off under the shower water.

He didn't seem to appreciate my problem.

Oh well. This wasn't the strangest way I'd ever had sex. Not for a while, at least. I moved my head forward, then I my put my lips onto the tip of Marco's semi-erection. I gave the tip a lick and got a soap bubble on my tongue.

Yech.

"Um, Marco, would you mind if we did this someplace else? I'm kind of getting drenched here," I said. I was drenched already.

"Drenched? I don't know this vord."

"Very, very wet," I said. "Too wet. Too wet to be able to give very good fellatio, that's what 'drenched' means. And that would be a shame, because I'm pretty good at it. Fellatio that is," I added with a smile.

"Oh," he said, finally getting the point.

Marco turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed his towel and dried his head. I grabbed his other head and made it wet.

Balance! What a beautiful thing.

A minute or so later, I had Marco flat on his back on his bed, and his long Latvian hot dog deep down my throat. Just like me, he was a pre-cummer. The more I licked and slurped away, the more pre-cum seemed to come out. It looked and tasted like lightly salted bleach.

"Mmm," I said.

"Vhat?"

"Your pre-cum," I explained. "There's a lot of it!"

"Yes, this alvays happens," he said.

"It's okay, I like it."

"Good deal then," he said.

I cracked up. Marco trying to imitate one of our cool American guy sayings while I was trying to just give him a blow job struck me as very funny. Marco laughed too. His cock bounced up and down and I grabbed hold of it with my hand to steady it. It was a beauty. Long, yes, but thick at the best and a perfect taper out toward the Latvian tip. And soft, and white. It had to be the most suckable cock I'd had in my mouth in a while.

I plunged in again, this time managing to get nearly the entire thing into my mouth. I gagged and felt like he was poking through the back of my head.

"I like it," I said again as I came up for a breather.

"I know, you just said that," Marco said.

"No, that was about the pre-cum. This time I mean your wiener itself."

"My viener?"

"Yes, Marco. I really like your viener."

About five minutes later, Marco climaxed. I sucked him dry, swallowing every last Latvian morsel.

As we were getting dressed to go out and have something to eat, his dick never got soft. He wedged himself carefully into a pair of loose khakis, and then pulled a sweater down over his waist to hide the obvious bulge.

Of course I wasn't helping the situation any. I kept rubbing him through his pants whenever he'd get close enough to me to allow it.

"Stop touching it, Tee-chay," he finally pleaded with me. "If you don't, it vill never go down!"

I chuckled. Good. That was sort of the point.

We ate Thai food at this awesome place in Brookline, then headed back to Marco's apartment to do it again. I couldn't keep my hands to myself during our walk back, teasing him mercilessly by grabbing his crotch whenever nobody on the street was looking at us. Poor Marco was rock solid hard again by the time he unlocked his front door and the two of us fell inside.

I had his pants off of him in no time and his dick in my mouth almost immediately. And, for the second time in three hours, I gave Marco one of the two best blow jobs in his life.

"Vow," he said, after he came again. "I should learn to do that, you are very good."

"Well Marco," I said. "I think we can work out some kind of deal here. You're my English TA, so you teach me, I teach you. And we call it even. Then at the end of the semester, if all goes well, we both get A's, right."

"Right," he agreed with a grin. "This is good arrangement I think."

I cupped his balls in my hand as I nodded my agreement. Just like Marco's dick, they were soft too. Really, really soft! On the other hand, Marco's veenie was still hard!

Ah well, back to work!

 

[Críostóir]

This just keeps on getting better!

 

[Craiger]

TJ is going to be the most learned of students by the end of the year. Particularly if he continues his routine.... I am so jealous of him. I never had that much fun in college. Great to have another chapter, Spike.

Craiger

 

[Kyanimal]

DAMN! Spike, Dude! YOU (and TJ) Absolutely ROCK!!

YOU, through your words, have been Fucking my Mind for some time, now, and "Animal" totally LOVES It!!

THANK YOU!, Buddy!!

Keep smilin'!!
Chaz