Speedo Sunday

Nothing but speedos.

That's what I was told I could wear for my first week
of college, thanks to the rites of initiation for the school swim team. I
remember hearing it at the swim team orientation meeting, and I remember
watching mine and my fellow freshmen teammates' jaws drop. The prospect of
making new friends the first week was daunting enough, but now all our
efforts would be carried out in a thin piece of nylon the covered everthing
but my cock, balls, and ass (and though it covered them it was still so
tight that little needed to be imagined of what was underneath the suit).
As I left the orientation meeting, I was handed my team issue speedos. I
had told them my size in a letter over the summer, but I noticed the speedos
they give me were one size too small. Though I was dumbfounded by what they
had just told me I managed to compose myself and talk to one of the senior
members of the team.
"Ummm, excuse me," I mumbled.
"Yeah, what is it, froshie?" he answered, with a smiling face that knew
what I was about to ask.
"I think....umm, I think you guys may have ordered the wrong size speedos
for me. I asked for--"
"Too small?" He interrupted.
"Yes."
He leaned towards and put his mouth right by my hear. He whispered, "Don't
worry, James, we did it so your nice set of cock and balls can stand out
even better for all your classmates. Who knows, maybe now the top of your
ass crack might see the light of day?"
He leaned away and I just stared at him, with no words of response.
He smiled, "Don't worry, sport, it's not as embarassing as you might
think." He then quickly slapped me on the ass, hard, and said, "It's worse.
Now get the fuck back to your room and put those babies on."
I slowly walked back over to where the freshmen were congregating. They
were all whispering amongst themselves.
"They can't be serious, can they?" one sheepishly said.
"I dunno, but this is fucking bad news," another replied. "People can see
nearly everything in those things."
"Shit, I mean wearing them to one meal a day is one thing, but to all my
classes and shit. It's ridiculous."
I was glad everyone shared my feelings.
Someone suddenly added, "I don't know why you all are freaking out. I
mean, just think of this as a week to show off your body to everyone. We're
all swimmers, so we're all in decent shape, most of us are pretty fucking
hot, actually. So just think of it as a week to show off our chiseled
bodies."
I looked up and saw who was speaking. It was the tall blonde with a
moviestar face. I tried to remember his name from the meeting, Joe maybe.
I thought, of course this asshole is gonna be psyched to wear a speedo
everywhere, he's fucking gorgeous and probably has a body to back it up too.
But then I thought, what the hell, why should I be any more afraid to show
some skin than this guy? I practically lived in the gym and pool during my
senior year of high school. All my friends, girls and guys, told me how hot
and intimidating I looked in a speedo. And I managed to fill my speedo
quite well, too; my basket was always an attraction to be seen. Maybe this
wouldn't be so bad after all. And furthermrore, Joe also made me realize
one other thing, I got to look at my other teammates in nothing but their
speedos all week. I mean, sure I'd see them at swim practice every day.
But speedos all day for a week, that was fucking hot. I was beginning to
get positive about the whole thing.
However, others weren't as keen on Joe's comments. Somebody responded,
"Whether we're fucking bodybuilders or fat asses, it's gonna be fucking
embarassing. I've heard that people take pictures of us and shit while
we're parading around in our dick suits."
Just then a senior shouted, "All right you fuckers, it's 8:45 p.m. Sunday
night. At 9:00 your speedos go on and don't come off till 9:00 next Sunday
after our team meeting. In the meantime, go make fucking fools of
yourself."
We began leaving but he suddenly added, "Oh yeah, we're being nice this
year, you can wear shoes."
With that, we were dismissed. The freshmen parted ways for our different
dorms in silence. It was going to be an interesting week, to be sure.

As I walked back to my dorm room, I began thinking of what I should say to
my roommate Matt. I really wasn't sure just how he'd take news like that.
He was a wide receiver for the football team, as our college had a tendency
to house athletes with one another. I had only known the guy two days at
that time, but from what I had noticed he like to think of himself as a
tough guy, which he was with his musclebound football body. He also seemed
to be fond of gay jokes, so I held off on telling him that side of my story
till later, or never.
When I entered he was watching TV. I told him I had some interesting news
and then proceeded to tell the whole story to him. His reaction was great;
he immediately took to laughing, as did I, and thought the whole thing was a
riot. It was the first time I had seen him with such ungaurded laughter or
any response that wasn't tainted by his gruff demeanor. It was a bonding
experience of sorts. After joking about it for a bit, we settled down to
watch some TV.
"Hey wait, " he said suddenly. "It's almost 9:30 and you still haven't put
your speedo on."
"Whatever," I replied. "Do you really think they're gonna check? I figure
I'll have to wear it to class and meals and whatnot, but when I'm in the
room I'm safe. So naturally I'll be in the room a lot this week."
Matt smiled, "Good plan."
We kept watching TV until about 11:00. Guys from other rooms on our hall
came in periodically and I told them all the story, bringing them all to
laughter.
"That's gonna be fucking hilarious," one said.
"Seriously," replied the other, "I hope you don't pop a boner cause
everyone can see it through that shit."
It was fun telling everyone the story but I was beginning to think about
the downsides to the whole thing yet again. But as I was thinking that the
door bust open. It happened so fast that before I could see who was coming
in I heard their shouts.
"James, what the hell!" he shouted.
I realized who it was, it was a junior member of the swim team who lived on
the floor below me.
"James, what the fuck do you think you're doing in pants and a t-shirt, you
bitch. It's speedo time now. So get it on." he loomed over me as I sat on
the couch. He was intimidating. Even Matt, who probably matched this guy
for muscles if not surpassed him, cowered beneath his shouts.
I tried to reply, "I was about to--"
"Now, motherfucker, NOW," he said as he pointed to the speedos on my bed.
I was trembling, he was taking this very seriously. I quickly grabbed a
speedo and walked towards the door to the hall and then the bathroom. But
he stopped my before I got halfway across the room.
"Change in here, in front of us," he said slowly as he stared me down. At
that time it was just me, Matt, and the junior in the room, but I was
nonetheless embarassed that Matt had to see me change. By the time I got
down to my boxers I looked over to Matt, to give him an apologetic look for
the cock he was about to see. When my eyes met his he quickly closed his
eyes. I slipped off my boxers under the gaze of the junior.
"Hey there buddy, it's over," he said to Matt. Matt opened his eyes and
sure enough it wasn't over but rather my cock was hanging a mere two feet
from his face. I turned red and looked away from Matt to the floor. I
quickly slid on my speedo and sat down.
"All right, bitch, I've got a key to this room and I'll be checking on you
whenever I fucking want to, so that dick suit better be on you every second
from now till Sunday." With that the junior walked out of the room and
slammed the door.
Matt and I sat speechless for several minutes.
Matt finally turned to me and said, "Shit, that was intense."
"Yeah, I'm sorry about the--"
"Whatever, it wasn't your fault, and it's not like I've never seen cock in
the gym showers."
"Right," I said uneasily.
We watched TV in silence for a bit. I had no idea how to resolve the
wierdness that now hung over our heads.
"Well, I'm gonna hit the sack, James," Matt said.
"Me too."
After a few minutes in the dark, trying to sleep, Matt whispered to me,
"Good luck tomorrow."
"Thanks," I said. I was going to need it. As I sat in bed I realized for
the first time how tight my speedo was. I felt my bulge and then felt the
backside of my speedo. Sure enough, the upper crease of my ass crack was
just above the line of the speedo fabric. How fucking embarassing, I
thought, but how fucking hot.

DAY ONE: From humiliated to exhilerated

When I woke up Monday morning the realization of what the day ahead might
bring was overwhelming. Not only was it my first day of college classes, my
first day of new friends, and my first day of a new life or sorts, it was
also the first day I got to parade around in my speedo, my tight-as-hell
speedo. As I sat in bed I almost broke into a sweat thinking about what lay
before me. Matt heard me rumbling in the top bunk.
"Hey, James, wanna go catch some breakfast."
I thought that it would probably be a good idea, but I was still too
fucking scared to go outside.
"Yeah, but I don't think I'm quite ready to--"
"Say no more, man, I'll bring you some food." I was surprised, I never
expected Matt to do something so generous. I sighed as he left.
While Matt went to breakfast I got ready to take a shower. As I walked
down our hall to the bathroom several guys popped their heads out their
doors to have some fun with me.
"Hoo-wee, that is one tight suit you got there. Doesn't leave much to the
imagination."
I smiled back at them as nicely as I could, but I was worried. I stayed in
the shower nearly half of an hour just thinking and letting my anxiety
overrrun my mind. Midway through my shower I realized my speedo was still
on, and so I left it. I might as well follow the rules.
When I got back to the room Matt was waiting with a bagel and orange juice.
He handed me the food and left for class, wishing me luck yet again. So
there I sat, alone in the room for another hour before my first class, tense
as I have ever been. I got on my computer and began look at some porn, and
soon I was stroking my cock rapid fire with all the nervous energy I had
swelling in my body. After I came on my stomach I sat back in my desk chair
and tried to relax. I looked over my body. I was 19 at the time, and in
almost the best shape of my life. My hair was sandy brown, my eyes were
bright green, and my facial features were matured and gorgeous. I was
sitting pretty. My skin was all a light shade of brown from my summer job
as a lifegaurd. And underneath that skin was a bevy of muscles. My arms
touted very shapely biceps and firm forearms (now worn out from a vigorous
stroking session). My shoulders were encased by muscles on all sides. My
pecs and abs was amazing. At that time, whenever I hit the gym I did nearly
500 crunches and countless push-ups, and it showed. My pecs were
well-developed and my abs stood out as little mounds of muscle on my
stomach. My ass was musclebound as well, a round display of well-worked
muscle. My legs were two great columns of muscle from all my swimming, and
my calves were very pronounced due to my daily long distance runs. Just
from looking over my body I felt like jacking off again, but though better
of it. I regained some confidence from surveying my hot body, but
nevertheless the feeling of fear swept back over me. My class was in ten
minutes.
I knew it was time to face the music. I took care of the cum that was
still on my stomach and then pulled up my speedo, white, the home color for
my team. The speedo seemed to glow against my dark brown skin. I grabbed
my notebook and a pen and checked the campus map once again to be sure of
where I was going. My only relief was that I only had one class today, but
it was going to be miserable. I slowly walked down my hall to the stairs,
unseen luckily. As I got to the bottom of the stairs and began to open the
door, I shook uncontrolably. I tried to calm myself, it wasn't working all
that well. Instead I just gave myself that one last push and stepped out
the door, in a tight speedo and running shoes.
My first thought was that speedos were perfect for the weather; it was
nearly 90 degrees outside. However, that was the last positive thought I
had for a while, because the heckling immediately began. As I walked my
first few steps I heard the first giggles. It was a group of almost a dozen
girls quickly approaching me.
"Oh my God, it's one of the swimmers, I totally forgot that they did this,"
one shouted.
"Oh yeah, this is great, hard-bodied boys on display for a whole week."
"Hey who's got a camera? This one is hot."
I was almost flattered by the last comment, but I was too scared. They
came right up to me and formed a semi-circle around me.
"What's your name, cutie?" one asked, laughing.
I stuttered, "Ja-James." They all started laughing.
"This your first time out in you new clothes, James," a girl in the center
asked.
"Y-Yes. It is." I could barelt look her in the eye.
She stepped up to me and whispered, "Well, James, you're doing fine. And
you've got a good week ahead of you, with a body like that. Eveyone's gonna
be stealing glances of you."
I turned as red as I have ever been and looked to the ground.
"Have a good week, James," she said as the group began to walk off,
giggling.
I watched them walk off. When they were twenty or so feet away one of the
girls shouted, "Nice package, James." All the girls erupted in laughter
again. That time I managed to be flattered. A bit of confidence for the
walk to class.
I walked maybe three blocks to the building my class was in, and I got
probably a hundred glances. Most of them were from girls, but every now and
then I caught I guy with his eyes fixed on my crotch, a very promising
sight, for sure. As I entered the building and walked down the crowded
hallway, any semblance of confidence I had gained from the glances was swept
away by the hoots and hollers of students in the close confines of the
hallway.
"Hey buddy, nobody wants to see you cock like that," some guy shouted,
making his buddies laugh.
"Dude, look at his dick, it's like a little twig." Thunderous laughter
followed that one. However, those that were looking close saw what was
really underneath my tight white speedo, a sizeable snake. So, while the
boys had their laughs I noticed that the girls, and a few guys thank God,
kept their laughter at bay; they liked what the saw. Nonetheless, the
taunts were breaking me down. I finally reached the door to my classroom,
and when I looked inside I began sweating. There weren't more than 30 kids
in the class. I was hoping for some big lecture hall where I could possible
sit in the back and not be noticed--no such luck in this room. So I
panicked and decided to wait outside the door until the very last minute.
But my waiting was interrupted.
"Hey there, sexy," I heard as someone pinched my ass. I spun around and
saw Joe, the bombshell blonde from the orientation meeting, laughing away.
"Just thought I'd have some fun with you, bud. How's the day been going?"
"Decent," I replied. But I wasn't paying attention to his words, rather
his body--in all its glory. Joe, who said our speedo week would be a chance
to show off our bods, was doing just that. And he had a lot to show off.
Nearly a half-foot taller than me at 6' 4", Joe was huge. And his muscles
showed it. His massive biceps had a gentle curve to them as well as a
striking firmness that attested to their power. His pecs looked rock-hard.
And his abs, good God, I began to get hard when I saw those abs. They were
chiseled to perfection; his six-pac was slightly arched away from his body
because his abs appeared to be so well-worked. And his looks were amazing.
His hair was bright yellow, his eyes bright blue, and his face rivaled that
of any moviestar I had ever seen. I was entranced; I said nothing for
several seconds. Thank God for speedo week.
"Cat got your tongue, James," he finally said, breaking my stare.
"No, I was just--"
"Just what?" There was mischeif in his voice.
"Just realizing how ridiciulous we look." I tried to laugh it off.
"I dunno, I think we look pretty hot. Especially you, James." And as he
said that he brushed his and gently across my pecs. I went rock-hard
immediately and began sweating. Everyone in the hall was looking at us but
luckily Joe was blocking my boner somewhat.
He looked down and saw my reaction. "Well, well, looks like somebody's
gonna have a problem walking into class with that in their pants." He
smiled.
I was frozen again; who was this idiot making passes at me in a crowded
hall while we're both in speedos? Was this really happening.
Joe went on. "Well, I think we're both in the same class, huh?" He
pointed to the classroom door.
I could only nod.
"Tell you what, why don't you follow behind me into class so we can keep
your python under wraps. Sound good?"
"Sure," I squeaked. I could not subdue my hardon at all. In fact, his
seductive voice was making me harder.
"Good," he smiled. He started walking towards the door but I didn't follow
at first. He reached back and grabbed my shoulder, pushing me forward
towards his back. He didn't stop pulling me forward until the front of my
speedo, hardon and all, was pressed flat against tightly speedo-bound ass.
When my rock hard cock leaned against his ass crack I almost came. But he
quickly turned his head back to me.
"Maybe that's too close," smiling again.
"Maybe," I managed to reply. He took a step forward and then we both
walked in the classroom. I was so dazed by Joe's mischief that I was
oblivious to the scene we created in the classroom. When we walked in the
teacher made some comment about the silly swimming team and everyone
giggled. I'm sure there were more stares, but I was only looking at Joe's
shoulders as I followed him to the back of the class. After several minutes
the commotion over our scantily clad bodies subsided and class began.
I can't say I learned one thing in that class. I spent the first ten
minutes of class retracing the ridiculous episode I was just a part of. I'm
sure some people in the hallway and a few in the classroom saw my boner
despite Joe's shielding. I could only think of how embarassing the event
was. But then I thought about Joe; here was a fucking 10 hitting on me with
all his energy. He was hot beyond belief and clearly must have thought I
was quite the musclebound item as well. All on my first day of class.
I looked over to Joe to gaze at his hot body, and found him staring at me
while he rubbed his crotch through his speedo. He smiled when I caught his
gaze. He leaned over and whispered to me.
"Hey, you're fucking hot," he said plainly.
I was stunned at first, why the fuck did he feel it was necessary to say
that? I had figured he had thought as much from all the foreplay in the
hallway. He went on.
"Check this out." And saying that he sat upright in his chair and pulled
his hard cock out of his speedo. I froze yet again. Here I was not twenty
feet from a professor and I was watching a stud stroke his cock underneath a
desk. I was amazed. Joe kept looking at me as he beat his meat. He
clearly wanted me to join in. But I wussed out; there was no way I was
going to beat off in my first college class. But I didn't want to let down
Joe, so I played along a little.
I leaned over to Joe and said, "Hey stud, I think you're supposed to keep
that monster under your speedo net this week." And then I took hold of his
huge hardon, nearly 9 inches because Joe was a tall fuck, and seductively
tucked it inside his speedo. Joe loved it.
He returned with a whisper. "You're one hot fucking cock tease."
After that Joe and I tried to focus on the professor. In reality, I was
trying to calm my boner and Joe was trying to steal glances of my body. A
great first class, no doubt.
When class ended, I stayed in my seat until most of the students had left,
Joe followed suit. When we both got up to leave the professor smiled and
wished us luck in the embarassing week ahead. We thanked him and walked out
the door. Neither of us said anything to each other as we walked out of the
building. I led the way and Joe followed until I sat on a bench upon which
Joe promptly sat as well. But Joe sat expressionless and silent, I was
surprised. It was silent for a while. As we sat three girls came by and
one of them took our picture. Finally, I spoke.
"So that was a fun class, huh."
Joe suddenly sprang into a lively mode. "Hell yeah," he said looking at my
eyes, "I told you this week would be hot..." He paused. "And who would
have known the two hottest freshmen on the swim team both loved cock?"
I jumped when he said that, and he noticed, but I guess it was obvious at
that point. I felt stupid.
"Don't worry, man, if it needs to be kept quiet, consider it done," Joe
replied, using a normal tone of voice for the first time.
"Thanks."
We sat in silence for another few minutes, watching people go by, who were
in turn watching us. Another group of girls approached with a camera and
shot away.
"That's starting to get annoying," I said.
"Yeah, let's get outta here. Do you want lunch?" Joe asked.
"Sure, but won't the crowded dining hall be just as bad?"
"Don't worry, I've got a shitload of food in my dorm. I got enough meals
to make it through the whole week."
I laughed. "I thought you were looking forward to showing off that hot bod
of yours."
"Yeah, whatever, I was still fucking nervous."
"I understand."
"Let's go."
We headed to Joe's dorm, which was right next to the gym. As he opened the
door to his room I noticed one thing immediately--it was a single. Most
athletes were lucky enough to get singles, but I was not one of them. I was
pretty unhappy, I thought a single was crucial if I planned on getting some
action without freaking out a hetero roommate. But here I was in a single
with one of the hottest guys I had ever seen, maybe things weren't so bad
after all. I sat of Joe's bed as he pulled some food from his refidgerator.
He turned around with a couple of sandwiches and we both quickly began
eating. We made a little small talk while we ate: hometowns, old high
schools, swim team stories, the usual stuff. Joe was straightforward
throughout the whole conversation, never slipping in a sexual remark. It
was a relaxing lunch after a high-stress morning. By the time we finished
lunch it was an hour before swim practice began.
During a lull in the conversation, Joe asked, "So what do you think of
these speedos?"
"Well, they gave me too small a size on purpose."
"Me too," Joe replied laughing. "It's not that easy to fit into." I
looked at Joe in his speedo. It looked somewhat tight in general but most
noticeable was his package; it bulged out very prominently.
"I wish I could wear my old suits from high school," I added.
"Yeah, here, check these out," Joe said as he reached over and grabbed a
few speedos from a drawer and threw them at me. "I would have loved to have
worn these."
As I began looking through the speedos I realized Joe was staring directly
at me. I tried not to notice but his gaze was penetrating. I wasn't even
focusing on the speedos and suddenly a noticed I was touching something wet.
I looked at the speedos in my hand and saw that one of them was covered in
cum. I froze. I tried to make a joke.
"Looks like this one--"
But by the time I looked up at Joe he had pounced on me and thrown his lips
onto mine. I dropped the cum covered speedo on my stomach and he landed on
top of it, spreading the cum all over our rigid abs. I fell on my back on
the bed and Joe covered me completely. His lips were sucking on mine, and
his tongue was sliding about my face and into my mouth. With his hands he
began stroking my cheek and running his fingers through my hair. I opened
and closed my eyes to see his bright blue eyes wide with pleasure. While
his lips, tongue, and hands made love to my face his body writhed on top of
me. What aroused me the most was the warmth of our flesh pressed together.
His pecs rested firmly on mine; I felt my nipples graze his hard pecs as he
moved about in our embrace. His abs felt hot against mine; we created a
fire between our chests. I could feel each breath he took for his abs we
slowly swell up against my own. His thick, powerful legs weaved themselves
about mine, pressing our bodies together even more. As his hairless thighs
and calves slid against mine and then tightened, our entire bodies squeezed
together with immeasurable force. I felt the uncompromising firmness of his
chest and abs as our bodies pressed together so. But that pressing was most
felt amongst our two twitching crotches. I immediately felt Joe's 9 inch
cock against my lower abdomen as his body first collided with mine. And my
thick cock also pressed snug against the warm flesh of Joe's abs. Our two
hardons slid against one another as Joe began rocking his body atop mine.
As I felt our two cocks rubbing against one another with hot friction I
began fervently making love to Joe's moist lips. I met his tongue with my
own twirling tongue, and sucked his lips. I took my hands and moved them
onto Joe's back and once again felt the warmth of his body in our touching.
I curcled my arms around so they were on his thick shoulders, covered with
muscle. My cock was surging with delight from all the action, and I began
to want badly to unveil my cock and let it feel the warmth of Joe's body
from outside its nylon speedo prison. I managed to separate my body from
Joe's, depite the efforts of his smooth, twisting legs, and made room for my
hand to reach down to my speedo and release my cock. Joe looked over and
noticed what I was doing. He quickly threw our bodies back together and
grabbed my reaching hand.
"No no no, my little cock rocket. Weren't you telling me earlier that our
cocks needed to stay in their speedos this week?" he saud smiling.
I remembered the episode from class and curse my words. "Well, maybe just
a little peek won't--"
"I don't think so," he said and began to move his body off mine. I felt
the cool air of the room wisp over my body as his warm muscles lifted of
mine. I didn't want him to get off, ever. He positioned himself so that he
was sitting on my cock while I was still lying in his bed. The feeling of
my hard dick resting against his tight ass was enough to release my wad, but
I knew better things were coming.
"Well, if we can't let our cocks go out and play, how am I going to show
you my cum, which you showed me on those sexy speedos of yours." I wanted
to play a part in this mischief.
"I've got an idea." He leaned forward, leaving my cock wedged against his
ass crack, and began sucking on one of my nipples. He planted his lips in a
circle around the nipple and then pulled them together and he pinched his
lips on the tip of my nipple. The sucking motion was thorough. He moved
over my nipple a few times like that before he sunk his teeth into the
sensitive skin of my erect nipple. My back arched as the sensation from his
gentle nibbling surged through my body. His hot, wet lips against my hard
pecs were making my cock twitch with pleasure. As he continued to service
my nipples he began to rock back and forth while seated on my speedo-bound
cock. The rocking motion became a sliding motion as his ass crack slid up
and down the length of my shaft. Between his first class nipple treatment
and his tight sliding ass, I was losing myself. After several minutes of
intense rocking and sucking, I blew my load inside my speedo. I saw Joe's
face as he reacted to splotch of wetness he felt on his ass. He sat
straight up, taking his mouth from my nipple, and began pressing his ass
harder against my spent cock. I could feel my cum oozing out of my speedo
and smearing onto Joe's ass. I looked up at his face.
"You little fucker, I had lots more fun things for us to do," Joe said
smiling.
"Well, I guess I'll have to treat you to some fun," I replied, ready to
service his huge cock.
"Good," he said, and he went from sitting on my crotch to kneeling on
either side of my chest. He grabbed a pillow from behind him and placed it
behind my head. Then, he began walking on his knees towards my face, his
big hardon level with my hungry mouth. As he approached I noticed how his
tight speedo barely contained his gigantic cock. The only way he could keep
his dick inside his speedo was to tilt it off to the side. And his dick was
so long that when it was tilted to the side his cockhead was nearly at his
hipbone. So I stared at that monster as Joe moved himself towards my face.
He finally stopped with his cock about an inch from my mouth. I was just
about to dig right in when he spoke.
"Now remember, no matter how much you may want to take my cock out, you
can't. Leave it inside for now." I was really wishing he hadn't said that.
I wanted that sensual taste of cockflesh in my mouth. I wanted to taste
his precum and then feel his wad shoot to the back of my mouth. I didn't
want to suck such a worthy cock through a speedo. But I decided to be
obedient. I opened my mouth wide and began sucking his shaft about halfway
up. He immediately began groaning with pleasure. I tried my best to make
his dick wet with my saliva, and he seemed to love it. As I munched on his
rod I wrapped my arms around his smooth legs. He felt like he had just
shaved that morning. I rubbed the back of his thighs up and down. I got to
the bottom of his speedo and began feeling the bottom of his firm ass
cheeks. As I did this Joe began humping my face. He wasn't getting enough
action from my speedo-inhibited sucking so he added his own fuel to the
fire. With my hands on his ass I could feel his ass tighten for each thrust
into my face. I spread my hands over his ass cheeks and began gently
squeezing. His groaning got much louder. I let the tips of my fingers
slide into his ass crack and began probing for his asshole. As I was doing
this I moved my mouth up his shaft and began sucking on the tip of his cock
through his tight speedo. After several seconds of sucking his cock head
Joe screamed something unintelligible. But I knew what that meant, and
seconds later I felt warm cum shooting from his cock. The taste of Joe's
cum made up for the sucking job I had to do through his speedo. I wanted to
suck down all of it so I began sucking Joe's cock extra hard so that I could
suck the cum through the fabric of his speedo. Joe screamed yet again, not
expecting the extra attention after he blew his load. His whole body
twitched as I sucked on his supersensitive cockhead. Once I extracted a
fair amount of cum I drew back from his cock and swallowed my treasure as
Joe watched, smiling.
Then Joe sighed and laid down beside me on his bed. He leaned over and
gave me a deep kiss; his probing tongue got some of the leftover cum still
in my mouth. He put one of his arms on my back and began rubbing my
sweating skin. I put out a hand and began rubbing his bulging chest in
front of me. I pinched his nipples and cupped his sweaty pecs.
Suddenly we were interrupted. Joe's alarm clock began beeping just as
another passionate embrace was about to begin.
"Fuck," said Joe, "Ten mintues till practice."
"Shit," I replied. I had completely forgotten about swim practice. We
both stood up quickly. Joe got his goggles from his desk and found another
pair in a drawer that I could use. We started to make for the door when I
felt the cool cum still in my speedo. I looked down and saw the splotch on
my speedo. I grabbed Joe and pointed to his as well.
"Shit," he said. "Let's go jump in the shower real quick and clean these
things."
Joe and I snuck down his hallway, covering our cum-drunched speedos with
our hands, until we came to his floor's bathroom. Once inside the bathroom
door Joe grabbed my hand and pulled me in a shower with him. He turned on
the water quick as lightning and slipped his speedo off. I was a shocked, I
had seen his cock before in class but now that it was upclose I was taken
back. It was a monster, and still quite hard. He caught me staring at him.
"Don't worry, you two will get acquainted real well someday soon," he said.
"But for now, we've got to hurry the fuck up." He said that and then
grabbed my speedo and yanked it down my legs. As he did so his face was
right next to my half-hard dick. It was the first time he had seen my cock
out in the open. He paused a moment as well.
"I thought we had to hurry," I said, jokingly.
"Shit, James, nice cock."
"You'll get to know it likewise," I replied. We quickly got back to
business. Joe found some soap and we quickly washed our speedos, keeping
one eye on each other's cock at the same time. My dick was getting harder
because of Joe's attention. When we finished washing the speedos Joe leaned
over to my ear.
"Wanna switch?"
I smiled. "Sure." I slipped on Joe's speedo which fit me like a normal
speedo, Joe slipped on mine which was extra tight. I could see that it was
uncomfortable.
"Are you sure you wanna wear that?" I asked.
"Fuck yes, I'll be able to go through practice knowing the tight speedo
around my cock was yours, that you sweat in it, got hard in it, even cummed
in it. How hot is that?"
I just grabbed his package in response and yelled, "Let's go."

Practice was decent. Some freshmen were thinking about dropping the team
because of speedo week. However, during that discussion I wasn't among
those complaining. That night I went back to my room, dead tired after
practice, and saw Matt.
"How was your first whole day in the suit, James?" he asked.
"Exhilirating."





DAY TWO: New Opportunities

I woke up humping my mattress, hard. My dreams were filled with images of
Joe; my mind was retracing every inch of his tight body. An image of his
pecs flashes--they're covered in sweat, his nipples are hard. Then in
another flash his thighs appear--his smooth, trunk-like muscular legs are
sliding up and down along my own legs, my hands brushes along the front of
his thigh. Next, his six-pac--my nose is buried in his tight abs, my tongue
is wandering in the spaces between his tight stomach muscles. I put my
mouth around one of his protruding abs and suck on it, feeling the hard
flesh in my warm mouth makes me hard. Next I see his basket--his huge cock
is wrestling against his speedo, I reach down and throw my hand around his
rod, pulling it and the speedo away from his body. Suddenly a flash of his
face--his lips are earnestly searching for mine, his mouth opens wide in
ectasy and receives my penetrating tongue. I see my hand glide through his
hair. I see his half-hard cock underneath the hot water of the shower.
Suddenly the images seem to slow down. I want to see his hard cock; I want
to see my hand reach his uncovered shaft; I want to grasp his pulsing
cockhead. But I see nothing. I see his speedo bulge again, but no stiff
dick. I want to see his ass uncovered; I want see the tip of my finger on
his asshole; I want to see the tip of my cockhead disappear between his firm
ass cheeks. I want to fuck Joe. Instead I only see images of his hard
body, his warm muscles. However, that was more than enough to make me rock
hard.
I awoke to the feeling of my own wet precum squishing between my lower abs
and the sheets of my bed. I quickly turned over to keep myseft from losing
my entire wad on my sheets. When I rolled over in bed I saw Matt sitting on
our couch with only a towel wrapped about his waist. I tightened up
immediately and arranged the sheets so my boner wouldn't create a tent.
"Hey, James," he said smiling.
"What's up."
He flashed a wide grin. "You were really going to town on that mattress,"
he said, beginning to laugh.
"Umm, yeah, guess I was," I replied, sharing the laugh with him. It was my
first experience with a roommate so I guess I had never before realized how
obvious my mattress humping was. I tried to keep him laughing, "I was just,
you know, checking the springs. Somebody's gotta do it."
He went along with it and kept laughing; it could have been much more
awkward. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
As Matt replied I was suddenly taken aback by his upper body, bulging above
his towel. My fading boner shot skyward again as I realized what a sculpted
beauty Matt really was. I guess I should have figured as much since he
played football, but I was trying not to think of him sexually the first few
days. I figured he was straight and if I was going to live with him I'd
have to look at him in an asexual way. Well, when he was in the towel, it
was pretty fucking hard not to see him for what he was: fucking hot as hell.
He wasn't just muscular, he was jacked. His arms were canons, his biceps
when relaxed were as big as mine at full flex (and I'm not selling myself
short here). His shoulders and lower neck were decked with tight muscles on
tighter muscles. His pecs were humongous, I doubted I could grasp them in
their entirety with hands. The bottom of his pecs jutted out from his
stomach like a cliff, of lot muscle. And his abs were so well sculpted that
they almost seemed pointy. And as he was leaning forward while sitting
down, I saw his muscular back. I had never thought of the back as a
particularly attractive part of the body, but the twisting muscles that ran
along his back changed my mind. At the bottom of his back I could see the
beginnings of his firm ass, which was a perfect example of a bubble butt. I
had noticed his ass before when he wore gym shorts on the first day in our
room, that was the one sexual glance I allowed myself. As Matt sat on the
couch he was flipped through a magazine. Even when he did an action as
simple as turning the page I could see his biceps move and his shoulders
twist slightly. He was a machine, and a hot one.
"So what are you up to today?" he asked, breaking my gaze from his body.
"Umm..." I was still dazed, I was admiring the way his pecs and upper abs
squeezed together when he leaned forward. It accentuated his huge pecs even
more.
"Still tired, I guess," he said laughing.
I then realized he noticed me ogling his body. I couldn't let the
awkwardness go on, so decided to say something. "Jesus, man, you're fucking
ripped!" I said, sounding amazed, as I truly was.
He seemed glad that I spoke up, and blushed a little at the comment. For a
moment I pondered that he might be gay, but it seemed too good to be true.
"Thanks, man. You gotta have the muscle power if you wanna play college
sports, you know?"
"Sure."
"Of course you do, man. I mean, fuck, you're pretty fucking ripped
yourself in that damn speedo. Hell, almost wish I had a body like yours.
Sometimes this can be too much for the girls."
"Right." I was hanging on to one word he said and ignoring the
rest--girls. Son of a bitch, we could have had some hot times together.
But what the fuck, he'd still be hanging around half-naked all the time.
But that would indeed require some serious hardon control.
He seemed to be getting uneasy with all the talk of hot bodies, whereas my
boner was loving it. After a bit of silence he changed the subject.
"What are you up to today?"
"Well, swimming practice is late tonight, so I though I'd go for a run
before classes."
"In your speedo?" he said, a bit incredulous.
"Yeah, after yesterday I guess I got pretty used to it." An image of Joe's
bulge flashed past my eyes. "What are you up to?"
"I've got film class this morning, then football practice till six."
"I guess I won't see you till later then." I noticed the towel again.
"Just back from the shower?"
"No, headed there right now."
"Oh, well I'm gonna do some stretches here and then go for a run, I guess
I'll see you tonight."
"Streches in here?"
"I'd do them outside but since I'm a little underdressed..."
"Right."
"Yeah, and I'd better finish what I started on the mattress before I go.
Blue balls can fuck up your running." I was half-joking, still trying to
make light of the mattress humping incident.
Matt froze for a second, "Right. Then I'd better get going." He was
forcing a smile. He reached up to his top bunk and fiddled around with his
stuff before leaving. "See ya."
As the door slammed I jumped out of bed. I stood and streched my arms
while looking down at the remains of my boner. Just a few days into college
and I already had two studs to keep me hard. Excellent. I got on the floor
in the center of our room and began doing crunches. I watched as all the
energy flowed from my cock into my abs. I kept going until my stomach began
burning, and then I went on until it almost felt numb. Then I fell on my
back and watched my stomach rise and fall, examining my abs all the while.
I went on to do some push-ups and other exercises for the next few minutes.
Once I was finished I fell to my back again. I was sweating a bit like
always from all the work, however, it was a different experience in just the
speedo. Sweat didn't get absorbed by my t-shirt, it rolled right down my
chest and thighs. It felt strange. After my breathing slowed down I began
rubbing my package again. I had deliberately waited until after my
exercises to whack off because it's much more fun when I have to work to
blow my wad. If I had done it right off it would have taken under a
minute--now I got to play with it. Once my dick was hard I pulled down my
speedo and grasped my shaft. Then I ran my hand across my sweaty pecs and
spit in it, using natural lubricant--my favorite. As I stroked I began
breathing hard. I worked my cock to near-climax a few times and then pulled
back. Finally I began stroking furiously, my back slowly arched off the
floor and my ass cheeks tightened against the hardwood floor. I was
focusing all my efforts on my cock. Sweat droplets were sliding down my
brow. I got to watch sweat beading on my pecs and abs for the first time--I
saw the results of my efforts in areas aside from my surging shaft. Finally
I came. The hot cum shot onto my stomach. I quickly slapped my hand down
on my stomach and began swirling the mixture of jizz and sweat across my
six-pac. I was tempted to taste it, but I held off. I kept rubbing the cum
on my stomach, it was really arousing me. I lathered my entire six-pac and
then began cupping my pecs with my jizz-covered hands. When I finally
stopped my pecs and abs were covered with a thin, almost invisible, layer of
sweat and cum. All my hard work was tiring so I relaxed on my back a bit
longer. Too long, though, because I fell asleep for a few minutes. When I
woke up the cum lather on my body had dried. I suddenly realized Matt would
be back any minute so I quickly put on my running shoes, changed my speedo,
and headed out the door for my run--still covered in my caked cum.
Stepping out of the door of my dorm was a test of my nerves yet again, but
I built up the courage yet again. However, I did decide to run on the cross
country course, which was conviently secluded in the nearby woods. As I was
running, I felt amazing. I had never run in a speedo before--it felt like I
was running naked. I watched my legs as they flexed with each stride and I
watched my pecs as my arms moved in time with my legs. I could see all my
muscles putting forth effort. I felt like a machine. Slowly sweat began to
bead again on my brow, my pecs, and my abs. I watched as the dried cum
slowly mixed with the new sweat and rolled down my body. As I thought about
the jizz running all over my body, I began to get hard. The feel of the
wind whipping across my body was envigorating. I could feel it sweep across
my chest and stomach like a gentle hand. I also felt the swish of air
between my legs like hands that were whisking across my inner thighs. It
was a great run.
After the run came my shower, my two classes (both without other speedo
boys), lunch, and then finally swim practice. I hadn't exchanged any phone
number or email address with Joe because we both knew we'd see each other at
swim practice. However, it was over 24 hours since our hot episode, and my
cock was aching to see his six-pac and his beautiful blonde hair. Before
entering the pool area I stopped in the locker room to put away my watch.
There weren't many other freshmen in there because speedo-week really did
away with the need for storing clothes during practice. However, as I
placed my watch in my locker, I heard a familiar freshman voice.
"God damn you're hot," I spun around to see Joe standing behind me, still
in my tight white speedo. I was stunned, I wasn't expecting him to say
something like that out loud.
I turned to him and put my face close to his. "Shhhh. Easy with the
comments."
Joe looked genuinely surprised. "Oh right. Sorry. Silent as the grave
from here on out," he said as he ran an imaginary zipper across his lips.
"Thanks." I smiled and looked around, the room was empty. I quickly threw
my lips onto his and began sucking on his upper lip. We threw our arms
around each other's shoulders, I immediately felt the warmth of his massive
arms on my shoulders. I pulled away for a second. "You're fucking hot
too."
He slid his hands from my shoulder blades across my back to my ass, which
he gently squeezed. Then he looked me directly in the eye and pulled my
torso against his. The smooth touching of muscles was heaven. And all the
while I felt his body I stared into his blue eyes, he was gorgeous. I began
to feel my cock rising, and soon my hard cock was resting alongside his. I
also began sliding my hands down his back, sprawling them wide so I could
brush across his entire back. He turned his head and gave me a full,
passionate kiss. When he finally released my lips my eyes were still
closed.
"Jesus, Joe, we seriously need to fuck sometime," I said, half-joking.
He grinned wide. "What about right now?" He looked serious and ready.
I hestated. "Well, maybe not this instant." I smiled and Joe returned the
smile.
"You know, James, all I've been thinking about this past day has been how
good you must be in bed. I've done everything but draw diagrams of how
we'll have sex."
It was hard to believe what I was hearing, hard to believe this hot body
was willingly in my embrace, hard to believe how hot the sex would end up
being....hard to believe practice started in one fucking minute.
"Shit," I said, after hearing my watch beep on the hour. "We gotta go."
We quickly broke our embrace and began running for the pool, trying to calm
our boners as we ran. When we dove in the pool the team was already huddled
in the shallow end listening to a talk from the coach. Joe and I swam over
as quick as possible--luckily, the coach didn't spot us.
My second swim team practice was much more enjoyable than the first.
During the first practice I was still worrying over how I would perform,
would I be able to keep up with the college level pace. Now that I had
realized I had a secure place on the team, I was able to enjoy practice a
bit more--and that meant, as it always has for me, checking out my teammates
in their speedos. Out of all the freshmen, I picked about a dozen who were
Grade A meat. Among those, about five were absolutely amazingly fucking
hot--Joe included of course. But, even though Joe was clearly the object of
my admiration during my body survey, there were still one or two freshmen
who rivaled him. However, the promise of Joe's naked body and the
confidence that we would have hot sex ultimately tipped the scales
temporarily in Joe's direction. However, that was only among the freshmen.
As I looked at the upperclassmen who were practicing in a separate but
nearby pool, I saw from afar that there were some very promising bodies
among them. After initially checking out the freshmen, I went back through
for a package check. Most of the freshmen had admirable bulges, but there
were a few, Joe included once again, who looked to have monstrous cocks in
their service. My mouth watered a bit at the prospect of welcoming such
thorough bulges into my mouth. So basically I spent the entire practice
carrying out a mental beauty pageant for the freshmen swimmers. Categories
included: best abs, best pecs, biggest bulge, best face, best ass, and many
more. Joe was the winner or runner-up in most competitions. Every now and
then Joe caught me staring at him and smiled. However, one time he decided
to be funny so he flexed his muscles when he saw me gazing his way. It was
embarassing and I wanted to turn away from him immediately, but his show of
muscle was attention-grabbing.
When practice concluded the coach gather us in the shallow end for his
closing remarks. As I got in the huddle of sorts I felt Joe's body pressing
against the back of mine. Luckily, everyone was gathered close together so
it didn't look awkward in contrast to the rest of the huddle. However, as
coach was speaking Joe's cock decided to spring to attention while pressed
firmly against my ass cheek. That wasn't a huge problem--the problem was
that my cock decided to flex as well. I had to lower my body a bit to make
sure my boner-filled speedo wasn't visible to anyone. I could tell Joe
thought my predicament was funny because I felt his body shaking with
laughter against m backside.
When coach finished talking, he told us to stay put so that the captains
could talk to us. Patrick, the head captain, walked over to our huddle. He
was wearing his speedo and was a model of beauty. His muscles were toned,
his skin was a dark, olive color, his hair was a deep black. And his
speedo, was full--more full than any I had seen. As he began speaking to us
he was standing on the pool deck and we were standing four feet beneath him
in the water. So we were all looking to him, and in doing so looking at his
massively protruding bulge. He seemed to notice the wide eyes. A bulge
like his clearly gave him the confidence needed as captain.
"So, fuckers," he began, "how's dick suit week going?" He didn't seem to
be expecting an answer.
He didn't get one.
But apparently he was expecting one. "Well," he raised his voice. "How
the fuck is it going?"
Freshmen began murmuring. He wasn't happy.
"You, how's it going?" He pointed out a random freshman.
"Fine" was the meek reply.
"No, sir, you fuck. Anybody taken your picture yet, fucker?" Patrick
asked.
"Yes, sir."
Patrick smiled. "Well, you must be an attractive fucker. You must fill
you speedo real nicely."
Silence from the fresman.
"Do you fill your speedo nicely, fucker?" Patrick crouched down and got
his face close to the kid. "Well?"
"Yes, sir." The reply was almost a whisper.
I looked over at the kid. He was one of the star contestants in my beauty
pageant. I could have told Patrick he filled his speedo nicely.
Patrick stood back up. "Anybody else wanna give a report on dick suit
week?"
Silence.
Suddenly I felt Joe's body move behind me.
"You," Patrick said, point at me--above me at Joe.
"Well, sir," Joe began, "it's been pretty good. I've been getting lots of
encouraging stares." Joe sounded a bit cocky.
"Good, you fuck. I hope you like them."
"Oh sure, there have been some pretty hot guys staring me down." As Joe
finished the sentence, my stomach dropped. I could feel all the freshmen's
eyes turning to Joe. Suddenly the sight of our bodies pressed together was
painfully obvious. I tried to slowly pull away from Joe. I turned a bit to
look back at Joe--he seemed unphased and oblivious to all the stares. I
looked around and saw a few of the stares were directed at me. My stomach
dropped further. I looked up at Patrick and saw that he had an eyebrow
raised and was looking at Joe. Luckily, he went on with his talk soon.
"Well, fuckers, enjoy the rest of your last easy day. Tomorrow you start
running errands and doing favors." With that Patrick was off and we were
allowed to leave. I waited in the pool until almost everybody had gone and
began whispering to Joe.
"You idiot!" I began.
"What?" Joe was really surprised.
"Everyone knows you're gay now, man," I said consolingly.
Joe looked dumfounded. "That's the idea. How are we suppose to figure
who's fuckable and who's not if we keep quiet. Trust me, now the interested
hotties will approach."
The comment kind of hit me in the stomach. I realized Joe and I were
basically just hooking up, but the idea of him being a swinger of sorts was
kind of unsettling. Then again, if hot guys joined the action, how could I
honestly complain.
"Hey," Joe said, "I was hoping we could catch up on our action now."
I quickly threw out all other thoughts and focused on Joe's face. "So was
I," I replied.
"Well, as far as I know, the locker room should be empty from the end of
practice to tomorrow morning."
I smiled.
He took my hand and led me out of the pool. As I followed him into the
locker room I watched the water roll off his body from behind. I admired
his tight back muscles, his firm ass, and the curves of his calves as the
water rolled down his backside. I mostly focused on his ass, for I was
contemplating the asshole that I would be meeting so soon.
Once we got in the locker room we had to pretend to be occupied while we
waited for the last swimmers to clear out. Once the room was empty we
looked at each other and made for the showers. We both prepared piping hot
showers for ourselves and jumped in. At first we each each stood under our
own shower, just looking at each other and rinsing our hair. The full view
of Joe's body, even with his cock still hidden beneath his speedo, was awe
inspiring. His muscles were still primed from the vigorous practice. His
stomach was still rocking back and forth from his breathing, showing off his
six-pac. Joe grabbed some soap and began lathering his arms. As his
lathered one arm the other flexed in its rubbing motion. I watched in envy
as he cupped his hands and polished his shoulders and biceps. After he had
massaged his shoulders and arms long enough he stood still and looked at me.
I mimicked his actions, but I tried to flex my muscles even more to
accentuate my well toned body. Joe seemed to notice my extra effort and
smiled accordingly. Finally I stopped and gave Joe the look to continue on
our game. He continued by soaping up his hands again and reaching for his
pecs. He slapped his hands on his monster pecs and began kneading them
forcefully. He squeezed them frequently showing off how tight and firm they
were--how resistent to his squeezing hands. Then he gently began stroking
his nipples with the tips of his fingers. He pinched his nipples and began
pulling on them hard. Suddenly he moaned. I then realized my cock was hard
and my precum had been spent watching Joe. He soaped his hands again and
began gliding them across his six-pac. As he massaged his abs he rolled his
head back in pleasure, and in doing so further arched his abs outward. The
scene was making my cock twitch. And I hadn't even touched his body yet. I
couldn't hold out much longer.
I took a bound towards him and our wet bodies slapped together. Joe smiled
as his soapy pecs connected with mine.
"I knew you wouldn't last long," he said and laughed.
"Just fucking kiss me."
And then instantly his lips were on mine, vigorously playing with and
sucking on my lips. He took one of his hands and placed it on the back of
my neck and began pushing my face further into his. As a result my tongue
found its way into his mouth and was greeted forcefully by his own winding
tongue that twisted about my own. With his other hand he rubbed my back,
also using it to push my body tighter against his. With my hands I
immediately found his ass and began churning his firm ass in my hands. As
we tried to push our bodies infinitely close together, the steaming hot
water from the shower still found its way between our two chests, which were
flattened against one another. At one point the water ran down the channel
between our pecs, at another point it split into different courses through
our six-pacs. It also rushed down our backs and splashed off our hands.
However, although the water was hot, I could still distinctly tell the
different between the warmth of the water and the warmth of Joe's touch. As
our stomaches pressed against each other our abs slid bumpily across one
another. The bumping made me so hot--I knew it was only the result of our
firm muscles learning the curves of the other's muscles. I began pulling
his ass and cock towards mine with my hands. When his cock finally met mine
I felt as though my wad was going to blow.
I backed a way from Joe. At first he gripped hard and escaping his grasp
seemed impossible. But as I slipped my tongue from his mouth he opened his
eyes and saw in my eyes some plan.
"I was hoping we could get a little further than this," I said smiling.
"And, if we keep this up, I gonna blow my load in a heartbeat."
Joe looked at me, considering the options. "Hmm, so we need to turn up the
action but not push your cock over the edge, right?"
"Exactly."
"Then we don't you get on your knees and explore what my speedo is hiding."
I was overjoyed. I dropped to my knees right away. I found myself
confronted, my face with his cock. His dick was trapped in his speedo as it
was the day before, with the cockhead way off to one side. I was shaking
with expectation as I reached out my hand to pull down his speedo. I
slipped my fingers inside the tight nylon and began tugging downward. After
a few tugs my prize appeared--Joe's huge cock popped out of his speedo. I
stopped pulling on his speedo, leaving his balls trapped inside his speedo,
and grasped his cock with one hand and began opening my mouth to receive his
cockhead.
"Hey," Joe interrupted, placing his hand on my head, which was descending
towards his cock at the time. "First get my speedo all the way off."
I obediently tugged his speedo to the floor and he then stepped out of it
and flicked it aside. I desperately wanted to do the same for myself but
decided to dive onto Joe's cock without delay. I was glad I took the speedo
all the way off, for now a nice set of balls was hanging for me to play
with. I began making for his cock again, admiring his bulbous cockhead as I
prepared to bathe it in my saliva. However, I felt Joe's hand gently touch
my head once again.
"I think you should explore all the other areas underneath my speedo before
you visit the main attraction."
I couldn't believe he wanted to delay the oral action any longer, but his
voice seemed very patient. If he knew the treat my mouth was about to give
him, he might not have given me the run around. However, I once again
followed orders. I began by tracing the waistline of his speedo with my
tongue. It was easy to find because Joe had a great speedo tan. Once I
reached Joe's hipbones I began opening my mouth and earnestly trying to suck
his flesh as best I could. It was a strange experience but the taste of
Joe's skin was worth it. And Joe seemed to be enjoying it too--his moans
were picking up. I finished with one hip and traced his tan line around his
back towards the other. As I passed over his ass I let my chin quickly
nestle into the top of his ass crack. Then I moved to the other hip. After
trying to give him and hickey for a few minutes I moved from his hip to his
ass. I first began by grasping his ass cheeks with my hands and squeezing
them like crazy. As I squeezed and began to pull his ass cheeks apart,
revealing his ass crack. As I squeezed he tightened his ass muscles in
response. As I examined his ass I remembered why I liked swimmers so
much--perfectly smooth assses, cracks and all. Finally I was pulling his
ass cheeks so far to the side that his asshole came into view. Then I
decided to dive in. I pulled his ass cheeks as far apart as possible and
then sunk my nose and mouth into his crack. I planted my mouth a bit above
his asshole at first. I slid my tongue out and began sliding it up and down
his crack. As I licked I felt his warm ass cheeks pressing against my
cheekbones and jawbone, both jammed into his ass crack. Now when he
tightened his ass muscles I really felt his power and warmth. I began
sliding my face down his ass crack and soon I felt my tongue connect with
his asshole. Joe cried with pleasure.
"Fuck yes, now you found it!"
I circled my tongue around his sphincter gently at first, getting to know
the territory. I noticed that the skin around his asshole was very soft,
very virginlike. I began swirling around his hole more quickly.
"Aaaahhh, c'mon, that's it."
Then I stopped swirling and began tapping my tongue directly on the center
of his hole. I began to feel his sphincter tighten with pleasure as my taps
became harder.
"That's nice, harder now."
I began tapping so hard that I could feel my tongue begin to slide into his
hole. Finally I stopped tapping and leaning into his ass with all my force
and made a drive with my tongue. I felt his hole give way and let my tongue
slip in before quickly retightening around my tongue. I could feel Joe's
ass quivering from the penetration.
"Good fucker, good fucker," he chanted.
With my tongue partially lodged in his hole I began working it back and
forth. At the end of each thrust I made with my face I tried to feel his
insides with the tip of my tongue. Joe seemed to feel my efforts at work.
"Oh yeah, lick me from the inside."
Joe liked my thrusts so much he began to rock back and forth to facilitate
my thrusts. He bent forward and pushed his ass backwards, spreading his
cheeks for my face to enter. With his ass jutting out he began rocking
hard, slamming his ass into my face. Eventually, he rocked to hard and my
tongue slipped from his hole.
"Put that slippery fucker back where it belongs." Joe was craving more
tongue penetration, but I decided to move on to different things. I began
sliding my face further down his ass crack until I was directly underneath
him. I looked ahead of me and saw his nuts hanging down and began my next
exploration under Joe's speedo.
I closed my mouth around Joe's balls so quickly and unexpectedly that he
practically came then and there. I felt his legs shake apart as the feeling
reverberated though them. Once I got my mouth on his balls, I didn;t let go
for a while. At first I just sucked his sack in general, enjoying the
wrinkled skin and the stay hairs on it. As I sucked I pulled his sack
downward, stretching it from his body. I looked up and saw Joe wincing with
delight as I tugged harder and harder with my mouth. Next I began playing
with his individual balls. First I sucked each one at a time, making sure I
sucked each one as hard as I could. Next I began probing each ball with my
tongue while I sucked, attacking it was all sorts of pleasures.
After playing with Joe's balls for ages, I let his nutsack slip from my
mouth and hang free again. I then repositioned myself in front of Joe for
the final assault. I was position facing his crotch head on, with my mouth
waiting to cradle his cock. After getting in place I looked up at Joe and
saw in his eyes that he was finally ready to let me put my mouth around his
monster. So, with trembling hands, I grasped his cock near the base of the
shaft in my right hand and then lowered my mouth onto the tip of his tool.
The moment my tongue hit his cockhead I tasted that lovely taste of cock.
In fact, I was so overcome by the taste that I quickly went from licking his
cockhead to engulfing it with my entire mouth. With my hand holding his
cock in place I began bobbing my head over his cock. My body shook with
pleasure as I felt his cock slide along my tongue, as I felt his cockhead
hit the roof of my mouth. Inside my mouth my saliva was getting warmer and
warmer as Joe's hot cock pulsed in my mouth, against the tender skin of my
tongue and cheeks. After bobbing my mouth over the top 3 inches of his dick
for a while, I thought to take the whole cock in my mouth. I looked down
Joe's 9 inch shaft and pondered the possibility. I looked down to his patch
of pubes, it seemed like a mile--but a fucking great one. I slowly began
taking more of his cock with each bob, until my lips hit my hand which was
still grasping his shaft. I released my hand and began bobbing deeper.
After a while I had covered all but the last two inches of his cock. I
could see how close my nose was to being buried in his pubes and I wanted
that badly. However, his cockhead was now beating on the back of my throat
with each bob. I could feel his tender cockhead squishing against the firm
roof of my mouth. But judging from Joe's moans, he didn't to mind. So on
one bob I dropped my jaw as far as I could and let his cock slid all the way
into my throat. I felt the tip of his cock wedge itself in the back of my
throat. As I felt my nest brush his pubes I felt victory, and the length of
a 9 inch cock in my mouth. As the rod slid back out of my mouth I gasped
for air. However, as his cockhead slid across my tongue I prepared for
another deep dive. However, just as I began to open wide my mouth, I heard
a noise.
"Aaaaaaahhhhh, fuuuuuuck." It was clearly the moan of someone cumming, and
I taste no cum in my mouth.
Joe must have heard it too, for he quickly tensed and grabbed his cock by
the base, beginning to slide it from my mouth.
We heard nother noise. "Oh shit," we heard. It was someone just outside
the shower room, and they now sounded like they were trying to make a mad
dash from the locker room. Joe seemed to sense that as well and slipped his
hardon from my mouth and ran out of the shower. I knelt in place for a
moment, missing Joe's cock, but then arose and followed Joe's footsteps.
When I reached the door of the shower I saw Joe with his arms around
another naked guy who was battling to get free. I quickly came to the Joe's
aide and together we pinned the guy against the lockers.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" Joe boomed. He looked furious. I
would have too, if I had been about to blow my load during a great suck-off.
When I looked at the kid's face for a response, I immediately recognized
him. He was Josh, another freshman on the swim team. He had been a top
contender in my pageant as well. With his dark drown eyes, jet black hair,
and beautful, sharply angled face, he was a beauty. And his body rang true
with all the muscle tone of a swimmer as well. As Joe stared him down, I
looked down at his crotch. The first thing I noticed was a splotch of cum
on his stomach, now slowly rolling towards his pubic bush above his cock,
which was still quite hard. While I was looking at Josh's cock I stole a
glance of Joe's as well. His 9 inches were still blazing--and I still
wanted to taste his cum.
"Sorry guys, I was just--"
"Just what?" Joe demanded. I caught Joe's attention and pointed with my
eyes to Josh's jizz. Joe saw the cum and his stern face melted into a
smile.
"I'll be damned, were you peeping on us?" his question was more of a joke
at that point.
Josh began to sweat, he didn't think he was in the clear yet. "Ummm, yes,"
he said timidly.
Joe sought to relax him. "Well shit, Josh," he said pulling Josh off the
lockers and gently pushing him onto a bench, "why didn't you say so at
first?"
Josh finally seemed to relax a bit. "You scared the fuck out of me, you
almost fucking body slammed me."
Joe eyes suddenly flickered. "I'm sorry," he said as he put an arm on
Josh's shoulder and began massaging it. "Can we make it up to you?" He
flashed a mischevious grin.
"Jesus, you guys move fast." Josh was smiling.
"Well, we're always ready to welcome a friend." And with that Joe lowered
his lips onto Josh's. At first I was pissed. I was just giving this guy
the blowjob of a lifetime a minute ago and now he was sucking face with a
random person--though a hot one. What a bastard. Suddenly Joe broke his
kiss and turned Josh's mouth towards me while giving me an amazing look. He
seemed to say with his eyes, this is our treaure to share. I promptly
landed my lips on Josh's, feeling the new movements of a different pair of
lips. As we kissed I reached down to his stomach and began smearing his cum
all over his abs. I did it partly to arouse Josh, partly to feel his hot
jizz, but mostly to fell his tight six-pac. I was very pleased with my
findings. Josh would be a welcome addition to any bed. However, as I felt
the foreign touch of Josh's mouth I remembered how much I wanted to finish
servicing Joe, how much I wanted to fuck him alone before incorporating
strangers into our passion. My thoughts were soon interrupted.
All three of us heard the locker room door swing open accompanied by the
sound of something rolling along the floor.
"Janitor," Josh exclaimed.
Soon we were all a frenzy of activity. Joe ran into the shower to retrieve
his speedo, Josh pulled his up from his ankles, and I already had mine on (a
pity, to be sure). No sooner were we dressed than we were sprinting out of
another door and out of the gym. We finally stopped running outside the
gym. We all looked at each other for a bit. I was half-expecting Joe to
invite us to his room. But we were all a bit too frazzled; we had all lost
our boners in the panic. So we exchanged numbers, said our goodbyes, and
took off for our dorms.

As I walked back to my dorm I thought through the encounters in the locker
room. Joe and I had moved one step, though a small one considering that no
cum was shed, closer to having our hot sex. And in the process we had
picked up a beauty interested in joining in our fun. I guess Joe's open
declaration during practice had served a good purpose after all if he was
recruiting such hotties. I was looking forward to Josh's contributions.
However, my main desire was still simple: I wanted to fuck Joe. I was upset
it didn't happen that night, but I knew it was on the way sometime.
When I reached my room I didn't find Matt there. I looked on his desk and
saw that his shower tote was gone. Another shower after football practice,
I guessed. I settled down on our couch and turned on the TV while I waited
for him to get back.
When I turned on the TV I was shocked. A video was playing, and the star
was quite familiar. It was fucking me! My jam dropped as I watched myself
jack off on TV. I was dumbfounded at first. How the fuck did this happen?
When the fuck did it happen? After watching about a minute of the tape I
began to settle down and think clearly. The scene on the screen was from my
exercise and jack off session that morning. I thought more. The angle of
the camera was such that it was positioned from ahigh, possibly Matt's bed.
Aha, that's what that fucker was fiddling with before his shower this
morning! What a shithead! I watched the tape in horror at first.
Everything was on it. I watched myself rubbing my jizz all over my sweaty
body. I felt like my legs had been cut from underneath me. I watched in
disbelief.
Suddenly another idea triggered in my rattled brain. What made this fucker
tape me jacking off? Didn't I mention that I might be jacking off when he
left for the shower? Yeah, he knew what the fuck would be going on, and
decided to tape it. Wait, that means Matt could be ga--
The door knob began turning. I scrambled for the remote control and
flipped the TV off just as Matt opened the door. When Matt turned and saw
me I could tell he was mortified. He face went pale and he barely managed
to say "Hi."
I decided I had to play cool. "Hey Matt, how was practice?" I sounded
cheery.
"It was g-good." Matt was nearly shaking, darting his eyes to the TV,
probably think it would flick on at any moment and reveal his videotape.
I realized it would be best if I didn't speak to him at all. "I'm beat.
I'm gonna hit the sack, man."
He looked relieved, though he was sweating. "Okay," he squeaked.
I jumped in bed and within seconds Matt had done the same and turned out
the lights.
My mind was reeling. I nearly fucked the musclebound, gorgeous Joe; I met
Josh, the sexy new member to our team; and Matt...that fucking little queer.
Now there was a great day.




DAY THREE: From good to oh-shit.

I awoke on Wednesday, after two erotic encounters with Joe, never having
fucked the beauty or even having tasted his cum (thought the taste of his
cock was still fresh in my mouth). However, I awoke with the sound of a
consolation prize in my ears. It was the sound of vigorous wet slapping and
sliding--it was the sound of Matt jacking off. Quickly all thoughts of Joe
subsided as I listened to the action on the bunk above me. Matt was
whacking off passionately. I could hear all the movements of his hand on
his shaft--slaps, squishes, slides, and lots of lube in between his quick
hand and hard shaft. He was moving very, very fast, I wasn't quite sure
what to do. However, suddenly he groaned quietly and my cock responded
immediately. His groan put a picture in my mind, suddenly I could visualize
the musclebound hunk above me pleasuring himself. I could see his hand,
covered in lotion, running the length of his shaft. And his shaft was
towering above his bulging legs, spread apart slightly so his balls could
hang freely between his massive thighs. His cock loomed also above his abs,
pulsing with his quick breaths, showing off his six-pac like never before.
Maybe there on his upper abs or just between his pecs, a trickle of sweat
was rolling along among the muscle. Surely his bubble ass was sweating--his
soft sheets were being soaked in the efforts of his pleasure. I clearly
pictured one of his arms, his massive arms, doing the whole of the work.
His hand was firmly curled about his boner; his forearm was tight from the
chore; his bicep was bulging and rocking back and forth with his arm. I
imagined a vein running beneath his skin but above his firm bicep, the vein
protruding as an emblem of his muscles. And I pictured his face staring
down at his cock--his mouth twitching with pleasure and spewing forth
uncontrolled moans of delight. It was a sight.
I then realized that during the visualizing my hand had wandered down to my
crotch and was massaging my hardon through my speedo. I continued to work
my package as I listened to his muffled moans. As I played with my boner I
slid it as much as I could inside my speedo, feeling the nylon glide over my
cock. I then took my free hand and placed it on my abs. As I began to
caress my abs I did a small sit-up so I could feel my abs in full form. My
stomach went from being slightly malleable to being six rock hard mounds of
muscle. I had the urge to reach under my speedo and pull out my dick and
jack off simultaneously with Matt, however, I thought ahead to a better
plan.
I began rustling around in my sheets, trying to give Matt the unmistakable
impression that I was about to get up. He took the bait and I suddenly
heard the sounds of his lubricated cock stop. It seemed as though I had
stopped him just short of a splendid cum shot, but I had to be cruel--I
didn't want that cum wasted on anything other than my mouth. I continued
rustling around until I finally put my feet to the floor and stood up. I
turned around nonchalantly to Matt's bunk and he did his best to pretend he
was just waking up. However, I could see that he had his hands over his
crotch to hold down his boner and that he had just thrown a sheet over his
sweaty body (he didn't cover all his goods, the bottom curve of his ass
cheek was still visible to my delight).
"Hey, Matt," I said, "I'm gonna go hit the shower." I then realized that
my own cock was still sitting hard in my speedo, creating an obvious
protrusion. However, Matt didn't seem to notice, he still seemed as nervous
as he was the night before.
"Ummm, hey." That was all he could manage.
As I fumbled around for my towel and soap Matt subdued his boner and got
down off his bunk. He was wearing only his boxers so his body was ripe for
the viewing. And I had been right, I could see the shimmer of sweat between
his pecs and on his abs. I finally found my stuff.
"Back in a few."
"Sure," Matt said, regaining a firm tone. "I'll be sitting here watching
TV."
With that I exited the room, but I didn't wander far. In fact, I stood
just outside the door, listening intently to the sounds of our room. My
plan was this: I was going to wait for Matt to pick up his hard rod again
and then bust in the door. I figured I could stare at his cock for a bit,
and then rub my own package, and he'd get the picture, and I'd finally get
some cum in my mouth. So I listened. I heard rustling, then it sounded
like Matt was moving around on the couch. Then I heard nothing--for about
ten minutes. I was getting restless, I had figured he was giving up on his
dick altogether. But then I heard that noise--a quiet groan. My heart
began thumping because I knew that it was time to bust in on my hot roommate
servicing his cock. What was I going to say? Would a simple grasp of the
crotch tell his enough? Was he really gay? Shit, this could be bad--but I
did it.
Upon flinging open the door I was taken back. Matt was sitting on the
couch--in one of my own speedos! The first sight I saw was his hand wrapped
around his shaft that was still trapped inside one of my own speedos. I
knew I was going to pretend to look surprised, but now I really fucking was.
And Matt freaked. He jumped out off of the couch and ran for his chair,
mumbling to me at the same time. But as he did that he noticed his crucial
mistake, he left the TV on. And what was playing other than my own little
unknown attempt at porn. It was once again the scene where I smeared my hot
cum all about my stomach--it must have been his favorite. My eyes met the
TV just as Matt looked at me, hoping I hadn't looked yet. I paused for a
second out of surprise. I knew for sure now that Matt liked the cock, and
mine as well. So I regained some confidence for the plan at hand. Matt, on
the other hand, looked as if he was about to have a heart attack. He looked
at me from his desk chair with wide eyes, as if he was expecting me to throw
a punch or something. He looked down from eyes into his lap. While looking
there he seemed to then notice my speedo around his waist and he looked up
again, expecting death for another wrong.
"I'm sorry," seemed to come from his lips, but it surely didn't sound like
that, it was just a mumble.
I realized it was my turn to act. I began focusing on my facial
expression. Before it had been surprise and then satisfaction (but Matt was
too scared to notice). I quickly turned on a more mysterious expression.
"So, you're wearing my speedo?"
He nodded, frightened. It was something to see such a muscular, strong
body quiver with fear.
"And you're watching a video you made of me jerking off yesterday?" I was
surprisingly serious in tone.
He nodded again. Suddenly he looked away from my eyes and focused on my
body, standing a few feet before him. His eyes, though frightened, seemed
to steal quick glances of my pecs and abs, even my package--I was pleased.
"And that made you hard?"
He paused.
"Well? I saw your boner."
He nodded. His eyes now showed a bit of curiosity, but mostly fear.
"So does my body make you hard?"
He nodded. I was loving it.
"Does my hard cock make you hard?"
He nodded obediently.
"Does my jizz make you hard?"
Nodding again. I looked at his huge pecs and saw them lightly shaking, he
still had no idea what was coming.
"Were you jacking off to the thought of my hot body this morning?" I was
amazed that I was still keeping a straight face. I was starting to focus on
his body in expectation.
He nodded slowly.
"Do you want to suck me off?" My eyes got as wide as his as I asked the
question.
He did nothing right away, he seemed so confused.
"Well?"
He nodded. My heart was thumping, the time for talk was over.
"Good," I said and began moving towards him. His eyes grew very wide for a
second, expecting the worst, but then they relaxed as they realized the best
was on its way. I slowly bent over and put my lips to his lightly. I
kissed him a while and then back away, looking into his bewildered eyes.
"Are you...?" Matt's eyes gave away the question.
"Lay down on the couch," I whispered, smiling wide. As Matt walked over to
the couch I watched from behind. His bubble butt looked amazing in my
speedo. The muscles of his ass flexed against the tight suit amazingly as
he walked. And the muscles of his back were on display as well. My cock
was hard in an instant.
I walked over to Matt, now sprawled along the couch.
"You look hot, Matt."
Matt seemed confused, "Thanks. So James, you're gay?"
I smiled, trying to share the moment with him. "Hell yes, Matt, and I'm
fucking psyched that you are too."
As I spoke I saw the final wave of relief break over Matt's face. I
watched as his eyes relaxed and began to focus on the one thing that
mattered right then, my bulging speedo.
"Fuck yes," Matt said, reaching for my dick.
I quickly stopped him with my own hand; he looked confused. "In due time,"
I smiled. So did Matt.
As I stood over the couch I looked down at Matt's body. It took all my
will not to pull out my tool and whack off over his muscles right then and
there. He was a treat. In his completely relaxing position on the couch
not one of his muscles lost its firm form. His pecs bulged out like round
mountains, his abs were still protruding from his toned stomach. I noticed
the top of the "V" between his lower stomach muscles and his hips; the two
perfect creases in his muscle ran like a "V", meeting beneath his speedo at
his cock. His thighs looked even more massive as the rested against the
couch. And his arm that was groping for my basket was loaded with firm,
flexing muscles. I looked down to his eyes and saw that they were observing
my body. My six-pac was pumping with my deep breaths and my cock was hard
in my speedo.
I lowered myself onto his body by kneeling with my knees on either side of
his chest. As I rested my ass on his body I felt my firm ass cheeks rest
atop his bulging six-pac. I then became acutely aware that my speedo, as
well as his, was still on. I was thinking about standing up to take it off
when I felt Matt's warm tongue on my abs. I looked down at him and he was
curling his body forward beneath my own, licking at my abs as best he could.
I immediately joined in the action. As his hot tongue slipped between my
abs I reached behind my back and grabbed his basket, beginning to knead the
hard shaft of his cock within his speedo. His moaning began right away. I
kept playing with his cock while it was stuck in his speedo. I worked my
hand all the way around its shaft and I pinched at his cockhead. I also
worked over his bound balls, squeezing them roughly. All the while I worked
on his package his tongue slithered about my abs. The warm, wet, soft feel
of his tongue was heaven on my muscles. When I looked down at his work I
realized he was desperately trying to lick my basket but my arrangement on
top of him wouldn't allow the angle. Therefore, I slid my ass up his body
until my cheeks were resting on his two huge pecs. The meeting of such
massive pairs of muscle was intense. It felt like four round stones
meeting, only there was enough hot tenderness to make the touching very
sensual. Now Matt was able to put his wet tongue against the bulge of my
cock in the speedo. My rested his hands on my hips, just above my speedo
waist line--his hands had a very warm touch. I suddenly moaned as I felt
his saliva begin to seep through the nylon and meet my boner. I thrusted my
crotch as best I could against his warm tongue. However, the main result
was a flexing in my ass cheeks that made me appreciate and desire the
firmness of Matt's pecs. I realized that I had neglected Matt's package in
the shift. I reached back for his cock and discovered that I had a long
distance to his cock. Therefore I leaned my body backwards, arching my
back, and continued massaging his tool. As a result of my arching my crotch
leaned forward a bit towards Matt's lovely tongue, and it seemed as though
the senses in my crotch were heightened.
Despite all the moving about I realized Matt's cock was still only grazing
over my speedo-bound cock; he wasn't able to give my knob the vigorous
sucking it deserved. Matt seemed to realize the problem as well; he used
his hands that were resting on my hips and began guiding my body upward off
his body. I followed along and lifted my ass cheeks off his firm pecs,
regretting the end of such a union. Soon I was standing up on my knees, my
bulging basket towering above Matt's pecs and his face--I saw what was
coming. He took his hands and slowly guided my body forward, so that my
package was making a direct trip to his face. Excellent. As I leaned
forward I felt determined to keep my hand on Matt's own bulge, always
keeping the reciprocal action in mind. Soon I felt my bulge meet Matt's
eager lips, which immediately closed about the midsection of my shaft. Now,
instead of feeling his soft tongue against my package it was his hard
determined lips that were meeting my cock. He moved his hands from his hips
to my ass cheeks and began pushing my ass forward, moving my cock further
into his mouth. The feeling of his hot saliva all about my tool was
ecstasy. He was sliding his mouth sideways along my shaft, running along my
tender cock nerves. The thought of cumming was heavy in my mind, and my
cock felt close to bursting. But I had to hold out. Just when I thought my
wad was due I backed off Matt's mouth to my upright kneeling position. But
Matt didn't take the move as a slow-down. Instead he used it to begin
peeling off my speedo. In no time my speedo was at the tops of my thighs,
leaving my cock in full form sailing outward from my lower stomach muscles.
My balls, however, were still trapped in my speedo, creating something of a
cock ring cutting of the flow of my jizz. As Matt pulled my speedo down I
reached back for his own speedo to counter. From my awkward position I
managed to at least free his cock, and I was very pleased. I wanted to turn
my body around and put my mouth to his cock then and there, but I decided to
let my cock get the works first.
As I began leaning towards his face again, he puckered his lips, making a
mock asshole. I dutifully put my cock tip to his lips and slowly slid in.
He lips stuck firm together and played the part of an asshole very well. He
also managed to receive nearly the whole of my cock before he opened his
mouth and returned to formal sucking. When I felt the tug of his mouth on
my shaft, I nearly exploded. Despite all the action of the past two days,
my voyage into Matt's mouth was my bare cock's first sucking at school. It
felt like ages since my last good suck. As his mouth bobbed over the upper
two thirds of my tool I felt the surging of jizz in the base of my cock. I
realized the tight nylon of my speedo wasn't going to hold back such a
deluge. I tried to take my mind off the sucking by focusing on Matt's cock
all the more. I reached back and began stroking furiously, putting so much
energy in his arm that the nerves in my cock were overlooked for a
bit--though the smooth sucking of Matt's warm mouth was never completely
forgotten. After a minute of intense stroking I seemed to have hit a nerve
in Matt's cock; he was groaning uncontrollably. His whole body was
twitching from the sensation. His head randomly tilted about, adding an
interesting element to my blowjob.
I figured my stroking was doing the trick so I turned my eyes forward to my
own cock, still lightly tugging on Matt's rod with my hand. But apparently
the deed was done, and just after I had turned around I felt that familiar
jolt from the body beneath and, to my surprise, a wad of jizz hit my ass.
Matt's mouth stopped churning while he rocketed out his cum. I looked back:
his cum had leaped across his abs and landed in full force on my ass and his
pecs. He had also managed to shoot the arm the stroked him a bit as well.
It was a pleasing sight. As I looked at the cum shot behind me Matt's mouth
began sucking on my knob faster than ever before. The sudden tugging on my
cock by his wet mouth took me by surprise, and I felt my jizz surging.
However, I wasn't going to let my first suck off at school end so easily.
As the jizz seemed to be starting its journey through my cock I leaned as
far as I could into Matt's face, thrusting my pubes onto his nose. Matt
gagged and I retracted my cock a bit. Now that he knew what I was up to, I
grabbed his hair and held his head steady. I then began rocking my ass and
crotch back and forth, sending my cock to the depths of his throat. It only
took several pumps; the feeling of my cock lodging in his wet throat did the
trick. As I was pulling out after my fourth thrust my jizz spurted from my
dick onto Matt's tongue. I stopped rocking immediately but held Matt's head
in place, letting my cock tip sit on his tongue and empty my wad there.
Matt didn't resist at all; he took my load dutifully. After my first spurts
were done Matt rolling my load off his tongue and down his throat,
swallowing my load with the tip of my cock still in his mouth. I grabbed
the base of my dick and prepared to pull it out completely but he closed
around my shaft with his tight lips and sucked for a few more seconds,
extracting the last drops of cum from my shaft. His firm sucking shook my
sensitive cock with pleasure. Within a second I was moaning.
Finally he opened his mouth wide and I took my cock out. I was so spent
that I fell on my back resting with my back atop Matt's sturdy thighs, my
cum-sprayed ass pressed against his body. I felt his now soft cock between
my thighs as I rested on top of him. We both relaxed, my body firmly atop
his, for a minute or two, until our breathing slowed.
I tilted my head up and looked down to his face, glancing past my cock to
do so. His eyes met mine.
"You fucking queer," I said, nearly laughing. Matt broke out laughing
immediately.
"This is going to be some fucking year, James."
"Definitely. And Matt," I began.
"Yeah."
"I think you should wear my speedos more often. You look hot in them."
Matt was smiling. "Thanks."

` I didn't see Joe until I got into the pool at practice.
"Fuck, I've had the worst blue balls over you," Joe whispered in my ear.
My stomach sank a bit at the comment. Here Joe was holding out for me while
I was taking my chances with Matt right off. I felt like I had let Joe
down. I decided to say nothing of my encounter with Matt that morning.
"Me too," I replied. "When are we gonna have our fun?"
"Soon," he whispered as he began to swim away.
At the end of practice coach told us the captains needed to speak with us
again, and, sure enough, Patrick was looming above us yet again. Joe and I
were standing side by side in the pool, our hips snug against each other.
"Alright, fuckers," Patrick began. "Now things get interesting."
There was silence. Patrick paused to let our minds reel with
possibilities.
"Now you boys get to put your dick suits to work doing some old fashioned
community service."
Everyone seemed confused. Clearly we weren't going to be serving soup to
the homeless in speedos. Then what? Patrick went on.
"Part of the tradition of speedo week involves several nights work catering
some on-campus parties. Most of you will be at various sororities and
parties like that." Patrick didn't mention what the people outside "most of
you" were going to do, but I had an idea.
"That's right, fucksticks, now you're gonna have people grabbing at your
little dick suits. Girls, probably lots of fat girls, are gonna tug at your
tight speedos." Patrick laughed. "Gonna be fucking hilarious. I'm gonna
read of the list now of which of you are assigned to which upperclassmen on
the team. They'll tell you what your duties are this evening." Patrick
began reading off names. Mine, Joe's, and Josh's were read last. "You
three, you'll be with me. Alright, before we break up, coach has some more
words."
Coach came over slightly shaking his head. "Now boys, I'm all for a little
hazing for old times sake, but sometimes these 'duties' can get out of hand.
Remember, no one can ever touch you, make you do something don't want to
do, or threaten you in any way. Don't let this get out of control." He
started to walk away but turned around after a few paces. "And good luck,
boys." Uneasy smiles broke over all the freshmen's faces. What the fuck
was on the agenda?
Joe, Josh and I all traded glances and met each other in the pool. But
before we could speak, about yesterday, the duty ahead, or anything else,
Patrick interrupted.
"Hey, get up here," he said as he pointed to the pool deck.
We slowly pulled ourselves out of the water and stood in front of Patrick.
He looked us all over for a while before he spoke, his eyes darting up and
down our dripping, muscular bodies.
"You all are pretty hot, I gotta admit," he said as he focused on my abs.
"Nice packages too." Now his eyes were on Joe's crotch. "Good thing you
all like buttfucking." Now he looked each one of us in the eyes in turn.
We were all lost for a comment.
"Yeah," Patrick smiled, "I knew it." He stared at Josh. "Well, I got the
perfect gig for you pretty boys. You'll be working at the first Hot Boys
party of the year."
None of us knew what he was talking about.
"The Hot Boys, in case you fuckers haven't figured out, is the premier gay
club on campus. Nobody goes to one of their parties without getting laid."
My heart was beating rapid fire. It sounded great, but very intimidating as
well. Joe got the courage to speak up.
"So what will we be doing?" Joe spoke with his eyes glued to his feet.
Patrick came within a foot of his face. "You'll be serving drinks, of
course." Patrick smiled. "And you may be asked to do a few, other favors
as well." At those words Joe's eyes met Patrick's. I couldn't see Joe's
eyes but Patrick's persisted with their meddlesome glare.
Patrick stepped back from Joe and told us when and where to meet for the
party and then promptly left us alone.
"Shit," Joe mused, "this could be interesting."
I was a bit uneasy. "Yeah, and it could get out of hand," I added.
"Sounds like a good chance for some action to me," Josh said as he smiled
and adjusted his package with his right hand.
"Yeah, the three of us are due for some 'quality time' together," Joe
snickered. I laughed and looked at the two hotties close to me. Joe's
tight pecs and Josh's rippling abs were still dripping from the pool. Both
their speedos were still soaked, giving a better outline of the cocks
beneath.
"That was a shitty interruption," I added. "We could have painted the
shower walls with cum if not for that janitor." We were all laughing a bit,
but we were also aroused at the thought of a threesome. I could see Josh's
cock sliding sideways in his speedo.
"Well, why don't we head to my room and catch up?" Josh asked. Joe's eyes
immediately locked onto his. I suddenly felt jealousy surge again as their
stare continued.
I interrupted their gazing. "Well, I'd love to have some fun with you two
but Patrick's instructions would put us in the Hot Boys' house in less than
half an hour."
Joe and Josh turned to me, taking their minds off fucking for an instant.
"Son of a bitch," Joe lamented. "Well, I'm gonna head to my room and get
ready then."
"What the fuck do you mean 'get ready', it's not like you have a
complicated outfit to wear," Josh teased.
"Well, I will be wearing a different speedo for the event," Joe replied.
"Whatever." Josh laughed.
"Let's meet in front of the house in twenty minutes then, okay?" I asked.
They both nodded.

As I followed the directions to the Hot Boys' house, pacing quickly as the
sun set, I felt the cool breeze slide over my body. After a few days in my
speedo I had developed the trick of focusing on the feeling in one
particular area of my bare skin. I mostly dwelled on all the sensations on
my upper thighs, and that night as I walked the wind was a cool hand grazing
my skin with a most delicate touch. It was a great sensation. However, the
wind was a slight chill to my skin, what I wanted so badly was to feel some
warm hand, radiating heat from passionately pulsing blood, grazing up my
smooth inner thigh and settling in a grasp around my basket--and the wind
wasn't going to do that. But someone else might.
Nearing the Hot Boy's house, I realized I had turned onto fraternity row.
Suddenly party-goers where walking alongside me towards various frat
parties. Even though it was a Wednesday night, the homework-free first week
of classes provided ample opportunities for intense partying. Just as I
noticed the dozens of party-goers I also heard the first round of
snickering. I was obviously a sight in a light blue speedo and flip-flops.
The first giggles came from a group of girls bedecked in make-up and
mini-skirts. They passed me headed the opposite direction.
"Are you gonna be at the Kappa Alpha party tonight, sexy?" As one girl got
close I quickly smelled the alcohol on her breath.
"Umm, I don't think so." I had no idea what frat the hot boys really
were, so I couldn't be sure.
She stopped right next to me, almost tumbling forward with clumsy drunken
momentum. "What, you don't know where you're headed?" Her concentration
was impressive for one so drunk; she deserved an answer.
"Well, it's called the Hot Boys' house and I don't--"
"Oh," she interrupted, smiling cryptically, "Too bad, lots of girls here
would be aching to go down on a guy like you, myself included." The Hot
Boys' reputation was far-reaching it seemed. "Well, sexy, you have a good
time tonight. And if you ever change teams, come find me first."
I tried not to smile to much as she walked away, but it was hard not to be
flattered.
I continued walking down the sidewalk. Across the street I saw a few
other freshmen in speedos, a few of them were headed up the front steps of a
sorority house, a gaggle of girls was waiting for them on the front steps,
disposable cameras in hand. If I wasn't facing a similar fate, I might have
laughed.
Out of nowhere a hand smacked squarely on my ass; it felt like my whole
ass was getting pinched by a thousand sets of fingers. Before I could turn
around to look at the smacker he passed by me shouting "Yeehaw" from
underneath his cowboy hat. His other hand, aside from the smacking one, was
carrying one side of a keg. As I reached back to rub my ass I checked out
the perpetrator's backside as he walked away from me. Complimenting his
cowboy hat was an ass that sat perfectly in some worn jeans. After a view
like that, we were even.
After a few more cat calls I decided to hustle to the house. I jogged a
bit till I saw the address. The house was like any other on frat row,
two-story and stately with a porch, but with unkempt lawn and a few beer
cans scattered amid the flower patches. It was missing one feature that all
other frat row houses had, black bold Greek letters above the door. I
couldn't see Joe or Josh so I debated turning off the sidewalk and making an
approach. I was still five minutes early. Suddenly Joe appeared from
behind a bush in front of the house next door and Josh appeared from across
the street. They both reached me at the same time.
"I was just waiting for someone else so I didn't have to go in alone," Joe
said, stroking his hair and avoiding eye contact. Mr. Tough was a little
afraid it seemed.
"Yeah, I was waiting too to see if--"
I cut Josh short. "Thank God somebody's got half a ball here," I said
laughing a bit. They relaxed. "Well," I continued, "I guess we go in now."
We all looked towards the door and made reluctant first steps.
We rang the doorbell twice before someone appeared. Quickly the door
swung open.
"Well, well, our gay little swimmers are here," the guy said, raising his
voice for someone in another room. "I'm Kyle," he said looking at us, "and
you three must be--"
"Fucking gorgeous," another guy shouted as he joined Kyle by the door.
"My God you all are hot. I'm Eric," he said, leaning forward to shake my
hand.
"I'm James," I offered. Eric made sure to lock eyes with me for a bit,
then moved on to Josh. Kyle followed and shook my hand. Kyle and Eric both
had attractive faces, delicate faces that betrayed their effeminate,
graceful posture and mannerisms. They were the type of gays you could pick
out in a crowd, but they had a delicate kind of beauty that was captivating.
"Well," Kyle said, "Come on in and have a seat."
As we passed by them towards a couch I looked back and saw Eric fanning
himself with exaggerated desire for Kyle to see. I smiled.
Once we were comfortably seated, the three of us on one couch with Eric
and Kyle facing us in chairs, we chatted for a bit, listened to Kyle and
Eric giggle to their content.
"I bet you all are curious as to what's going on tonight," Kyle began.
We all nodded. I looked over at Joe and saw that he was staring at my
package, ignoring Kyle. Josh was looking at the floor.
"Eric can probably explain it best." All three of us then looked to Eric,
who eyes were caught in a gaze.
"Hmm, What?" he said, a bit disoriented. "Oh yeah, tonight. Sorry, I was
just staring at your speedo, Josh," Eric said laughing. Josh shot a glance
at Eric, he seemed to like that idea. "Anyway," Eric went on, "basically
you'll be serving drinks: beer, shots, jello-shots, whatever. You'll be our
super hot caterers." Eric giggled. We smiled.
Kyle looked at Eric and nudged him. "And," Eric continued, "guys will
probably be doing all sorts of stuff all around you as you serve. And they
might try to get you to join in." Our ears perked.
"But do only what you want," Kyle interjected. They both seemed very
respectful about the whole thing.
Suddenly the front door jolted open and another Hot Boy appeared before
our eyes. He was tall and sweaty, straight from the gym. He stepped inside
the door and wiped his sweaty brow with his shirt, thus exposing a six-pac
beaded with sweat. And as he reached his arm to his brow his abs streched
perfectly, all his stomach muscles rose like rigid mounds. He also exposed
the sexy waistline from his mesh shorts' elastic resting tight against his
stomach. He dropped his shirt and his eyes met ours. I quickly noticed
Eric and Kyle sharing a secret wide-eyed look.
"Sweet," he exclaimed, looking at us, "the cock-pockets have arrived." He
bounded into the room.
"Hey Davis," Kyle said weakly.
"Man o man, you motherfuckers are hot. Patrick was right." Davis stared
hard. "Stand up, let me check you boys out."
We looked to Kyle and Eric who could only offer half-hearted smiles. We
did as we were told. Davis started walking towards us. He came to me first
and after staring at my speedo for a bit put his nose about an inch from
mine, penetrating my eyes with his stare. It was intense; his stare was
relentless.
Kyle tried to diffuse the tension. "Davis, we were just talking to the
guys about what they'll be doing tonight." It worked, Davis stepped back
and turned to Kyle.
"Were you?" Davis turned from Kyle and approached Joe. "Did you tell them
about the dick-sucking and the butt-fucking?" Davis smiled at Joe. Kyle and
Eric were speechless, there was no response to Davis' devious tone. "That's
right, buddy," Davis said staring at Joe, "you're gonna have dicks in every
hole you've got." As Davis said "got" he reached his arm behind Joe's back
and slammed Joe's body forward against his. Joe looked shocked, but I knew
he had the power to stop things if they got too rough. I watched as Joe
leaned his head and shoulders back, arching his stomach against Davis'
sweaty shirt. His basket seemed to be buried in Davis' shorts. Davis just
held him tight for a bit.
"Let's see," Davis said, suddenly releasing Joe's back only to grab his
shoulders and turn him around. It was a quick, powerful gesture; I was
impressed. Davis then slid his hands from Joe's shoulders down Joe's back.
"But the most important hole we're gonna use," Davis continued, slipping his
hand inside Joe's speedo and sliding a finger near his ass crack, "is this
one." I saw Davis' wandering finger quickly poke from inside the speedo at
Joe's asshole. Joe twitched as the finger slightly penetrated his ass.
Kyle and Eric interjected with half shouts of something unintelligible.
Davis turned to them with a sinister curl of a smile and retreated from Joe.
"We're gonna have tons of fun boys," Davis said, approaching Josh and
immediately planting his fingers on Josh's nipples. "Don't be fooled by
these fairies, we're prime cut bodies here like you guys and," he paused as
he dramatically whipped off his sweaty shirt, "like this." The preview of
his abs was right on, his pecs followed suit as muscular mountains. "And
sexy bodies like ours know how to take care of each other." He lifted his
arm and expose his armpit to Josh's face. Josh stood still and Davis tilted
his head to stare at him. "Right?"
Josh got the picture. "Right," he timidly responded and began lightly
licking Davis' armpit. Davis tilted his head back slightly.
Eric finally managed a full word. "Hey," he exclaimed.
We all looked his way. Josh stopped licking, Davis seemed vexed by the
interruption.
Eric struggled to continue. "I think the guys need to start getting the
booze ready."
Davis was silent for a bit. "Alright," he agreed. "I need a shower
anyway."
Eric and Kyle looked very relieved. Davis made for the stairs. He
stopped at the foot of the staircase and turned back. "Hey Eric, why don't
you get up here and suck me off in the shower."
Eric looked queasy. "Sure thing," he managed. Davis left our view.
"I'm so sorry," Eric began, "we were hoping he'd come home later." Kyle
jumped in apologizing too.
"Don't worry about," Joe said. "And if you don't want to go up there to
the shower, I'll take care of any trouble."
"That's sweet," Eric said, "but he's the senior president of Hot Boys, if
I want that next year, I need to go down on him whenever he wants. It's
okay."
We were a bit uneasy, but it seemed like a good justification. After all,
Davis was hot.
"Come on," Kyle said, "let's go to the kitchen."

We spent the better part of 2 hours putting drinks in coolers and
arranging furniture throughout the house under Kyle's supervision. Then
Eric came back downstairs, hair wet, face disoriented after a clearly very
hot encounter with Davis in the shower. Eric and Kyle traded muted
expressions and went back to work. After another half an hour or so we
heard the front door open and Davis shouting.
"It's about time, you fuckers," Davis shouted to whoever was at the door.
Then we heard a few rounds of laughter from the door and suddenly the sound
of dozens of footsteps filing through the door. Kyle looked up from a
cooler at all of us in the kitchen.
"Party's started, guys." Quickly Eric and Kyle left the kitchen and
joined the crowd in the other room.
"Alright," Joe said quietly after they left, "what's the plan?" He looked
to both of us.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I mean how much shit are we gonna take before we split."
Josh and I were unsure how to respond.
"What?" Josh finally asked.
"Listen, that Davis asshole, he's no good--he's hot as balls--but he's no
good. I mean, I'm always up for a good time, but I pick who fucks me,
period." Joe's resilient tone was powerful, and a huge turn-on. To think
that I was probably the one he would pick to fuck him also did the trick.
So as he looked at me with his tough, concerned face all I could do was
marvel at his perfect lips and bright eyes.
"Whatever, Joe," Josh replied. "We'll just leave when it gets bad in our
own opinion. Personally," Josh continued as he peered through a doorway to
the crowded room, "I wouldn't mind helping out Davis or his friends." He
smiled menacingly.
Suddenly we heard a raise voice on the other side of the door from the
kitchen to the main room; it was Davis'.
"Now, all you horny assholes listen up. As you know, it's the first week
of school, and thah means our little party is going to be catered by some
cute fuckers from the swim team." Davis commanded silence with his voice up
until he said "swim team" at which point the crowd burst in cheers. "Settle
down, settle down. Now I must admit, this year's bunch is not too bad." He
paused. "I'd fuck 'em." Everyone laughed. "So remember, if things are
getting boring and you want to spice things up, just grab one of our little
speedo shits by the dick or ass or whatever and make your request.
Blowjobs, handjobs, massages, body shots, you name it, these fuckers better
do it."
"What about ass?" someone shouted. Everyone laughed a bit.
"You bet," Davis roared in reply.
As we heard that I saw Joe's face tighten. My own stomach dropped with
excitement or fear, or both. I had a feeling what was coming next.
"So," Davis continued, "I'd like to present them right now. Boys," he
said and he pushed open the door to the kitchen.
I looked through the door and saw dozens of faces, all with eager eyes
peering into the kitchen. I froze, and so did Joe and Josh. The roars from
the crowd were frightening. Suddenly Davis ducked his head in the door.
"Get out here you fuckers, and smile."
Slowly Josh got up and walked towards the door. As passed through the
doorway the shouts get even louder. I watched Josh closely, after he
stepped into the main room a few hands smacked his ass and others began
pushing him to the center of the room where a couch was left empty. I could
only see Josh's back as he was jerked about to his spot on the couch. Joe
made for the doorway next. When the first hand landed on his ass he spun
around to scowl at the perpetrator. The whole room started mockingly
shouting "Ohhh" at fiesty Joe. He resisted the dozens of hands as best he
could. Next I approached the door. As I did, I finally got a good look at
the crowd. Lots of the guys seemed to have the hard-bodied mold like Davis,
and they were huddled around where Davis had stood to introduce us. The
rest of the crowd was a mixed bag, I saw firm biceps and pecs through the
tight shirts of a few guys, a few guys with gorgeous faces, and others.
However, no sooner had I scanned the crowd than the hands began pounding on
my ass and back, quite hard. I was quickly seated on the couch next to Joe
with dozens of guys staring at us.
I noticed that none of the other guys were sporting speedos unfortunately,
just tight shirts and jeans mostly. Finally the shouts died down and the
normal party atmosphere began, though most of the guys were still staring at
us. Davis came over to the couch with a few of his hot buddies. They moved
fast.
"Hey there," one beauty said as he leaned in close to me and kissed me
unexpectantly. It was so fast I couldn't think to resist, though I didn't
return the kiss very well. The guy dropped his hand into my crotch and
squeezed at my package. Suddenly, though, he guy jerked to the side because
Joe had pushed him hard.
"Watch it, motherfucker," the guy said pushing back at Joe. Joe stood to
face the guy but soon Davis and friends came to his side. Josh and I were
speechless. Joe and Davis stared each other down for a bit. Everyone
conversation in the room suddenly stopped. It was a scary silence.
"Umm, boys," we suddenly heard Eric meekly say from the kitchen doorway.
"I need your help with some drinks." Josh and I looked his way, Joe
finished staring down Davis and looked too. Davis looked at Eric with a bit
of disgust.
"Whatever, put these fuckers to work," Davis said. The three of us then
made our way to the kitchen.
"Christ, guys," Eric said, looking at Joe, "watch your tempers."
"Nobody fucking makes out with my boyfr--"
"Just take it easy," Kyle interrupted. But I was still glued to what Joe
almost said, "boyfriend." I was shocked. I stared at Joe's face, trying to
catch his eye, but he was looking at Kyle.
"Now get out there and serve some fucking drinks," Eric said smiling.

For the next hour or so we served jello shots to horny guys. And every
guy who we passed had some comment. "You wanna head upstairs?" "How `bout
a body shot, sexy?" "I'm dying to get you off." "I bet you're tight." I
smiled as politely as I could and told the guys I had to do a little more
work. However, at times it was hard to make exuses, because a few of the
guys asking were fucking gorgeous. And as the night progressed and the
party-goers drank more and more, shirts began coming off and it seemed like
every two guys were making out. Each time I came back out of the kitchen it
seemed like another hard body had been unveiled.
Joe was much more blunt with the horny guys. He shot down invitations
with cold stares and scowled at anyone who so much as bumped into him.
Thinking of him, who had pronounced me as his boyfriend, kept me from going
down on some of the hotter guys. Josh, on the other hand, responded quite
well to the attention. He was drinking more than the rest of us and was
flirting ten times as much. Emerging from the kitchen one time I saw him
smiling as a guy was massaging his basket. The next time I left the kitchen
he was nowhere to be seen.
"Josh didn't waste any time," I said to Joe as we reloaded on drinks in
the kitchen.
"Yeah, let's hope he doesn't do any stupid shit," Joe said, sighing.
Suddenly someone busted in the door, it was Davis.
"Listen you worthless fuckers, this shit is ridiculous." He was fuming.
"You fuckers are here to suck dick and get fucked, end of story." Joe
quickly began staring him down. Davis turned to me. "So if you two shits
aren't gonna do what you're told, then you're fucked. I'll tell Patrick and
he'll have you at the bottom of the freshmen list in no time, assholes. Who
knows, you all might get fucking cut. That's the way it works. You're here
to do what I want, or else."
"Or else what?" Joe jeered. I thought Joe and Davis were gonna start
throwing punches immediately. Instead, Davis calmed himself a bit and kept
talking in my direction.
"Just get out there and do something hot, make these guys blow their
loads." Davis left in a fury.
"Well," I said, "what now?"
"Let's leave, that'll show that motherfucker." Joe was still in rage.
"I don't think so." Joe finally looked at me squarely. "Why don't we
just go out there and dance on the coffee table or something. Davis said we
just need to get them off. That'll do it." Joe was really paying
attention. "I'm worried that if this gets back to Patrick we'll be screwed
for the season," I continued. "Let's just play his game for a bit. After
all, don't you want to dance with me, your boyfriend?" I finished with a
smile. Joe smiled too. In that smile we really became boyfriends, I felt.
I saw Joe's anger soften and I took his hand. "Let's go," I said as I
tugged him towards the door.
As we came out of the door we were greeted by scowls and smiles, either
way most eyes were on us. I noticed that about five different couples were
in the midst of blowjobs in various corners of the room. I led Joe by the
hand and stepped onto the coffee table.
"Excuse me," I said. Now even the blowjobs stopped to listen. "We're
going to be doing a dance for you all now," I said evenly. My words were
greeted by a rush of applause. I smiled. "So if we could dim the lights
and get some decent music..." My wish was their command, bodies began
crowding around the coffee table. I looked at Joe, he was looking into the
crowd and staring coldly at his new enemies. I reached to his chin and
directed his gaze towards me and whispered, "Don't take your eyes of this
body until I say so." We shared a smile as the strong bass from the stereo
kicked in.
I took Joe's hands in my own, touching him for the first time that night.
He was staring right at me. I placed his hands on my shoulders and began
swaying to the music. The warmth from his hands felt like something melting
atop my smooth, tight shoulders. I took my hands and placed them on his
sides, sliding them slowly up and down his torso as we found a rythym amidst
the music. As we began swaying I slid my hands onto his hips, feeling the
top of his speedo against my fingers. He moved his hands from my shoulders
and cradled them behind my neck, slowly bringing my face forward to lock
with his. His lips hit mine lightly at first and we kissed delicately.
Then Joe leaned closer, moving his hands to the back of my head, and pursed
his lips tight over my upper lip several times, each time sliding his entire
face forward and upward into the kiss. I began to return the favor and I
began sucking lightly on his upper lip, all the while thinking of his
tender, moist skin inside my lips. Joe tilted his head back and closed his
eyes in delight, but then quickly opened them and suddenly opened his mouth
wide, pressing it to mine. Instantaneously his tongue was far inside my
mouth, playing with my own tongue. A retreated a bit and began closing my
lips around his eager tongue, sliding my wet lips along his tongue. Joe
then thrust his tongue deep inside my mouth again and flicked it against my
own tongue. I slid my tongue forward and he sucked on it lightly.
As we kissed I slid my hands from his hips to his ass cheeks, feeling the
smooth nylon beneath my palms. I rested my hands there gently for a while,
admiring the way my hands melded with the natural curve of his muscular ass.
I kept my hands on his ass and lightly slid them back and forth over the
entire bulge of his ass, at times lifting them nearly off his ass so they
just grazed his speedo. After that I planted my hands more firmly against
his ass muscle, and I felt his ass flex in reponse. I then slowly and
forcefully pushed his ass forward, sending my basket right into his. As we
had been kissing our packages had bumped occasionally, but now they were
tight against one another and I felt his half hard dick rest between my dick
and the creece of my upper thigh. As our dicks snuggled against one another
I began to get rock hard. Then Joe dropped his hands down from the back of
my hand and placed them gently in the middle of my back. Slowly then he
began pushing my upper body towards his and I felt the warm tenderness of
his abs and chest as they rested against mine. Just the feeling of Joe's
tight skin sliding and squeezing against mine made my cock rise, filling my
speedo. I noticed Joe's cock quickly did the same so I released my grip on
his ass and backed up my hard cock a bit. Then I proceeded to sway my hips
side to side so our boners could slid against one another through our
speedos. The feeling of our cocks sliding against one another was enough
but the additional feel of the speedos tugging and sliding was amazing. I
began to realize just how badly I wanted to fuck Joe.
Joe broke our kiss and began kissing my chin. I rolled my head back as
his wet lips slowly hopped down from my chin along my neck to my pecs. Each
kiss was delicate and thorough, pressing into my warm skin with just enough
passion and grace. The kisses became stronger as they pressed against my
firm pecs. Finally his mouth found my left nipple. As his wet lips closed
over my nipple I rolled my head back forward, looking down at Joe's blonde
hair and his lips at work. I put my hands against the back of his head and
pushed his face into my pecs. Joe responded by picking up the pace and
sucking harder. I began running my hands through Joe's hair as he began
nibbling on my nipple. At this point, I finally took my eyes off Joe and
looked at the crowd. I was dumbfounded.
Aside from the music the crowd was silent. Every eye in the room was
locked on our slow, seductive swaying. But what was more, all the people,
especially those in a circle around the coffee table, had pulled out their
cock and were stroking them to our dance. Not more than two feet from me on
all sides were cocks being stroked and eager eyes, watching my every move.
I even saw Davis in a trance, stroking his huge cock with one hand and
pinching his nipples with the other. All eyes were on us. Davis saw me
looking at him and suddenly stopped stroking his cock and grabbed something
from his feet. He held it out to me, it was a bottle of scented body oil.
I smiled at Davis and reached over to grab the bottle. As I did Joe looked
up to see what was going on and noticed all the hard cocks surrounding us.
His eyes grew wide as he surveyed all the dicks. When he finally turned
back to me with a slightly scared look on his face.
"Get down on the table," I said, smiling and waving the bottle in front of
his eyes.
Joe began sucking on my nipple again but then slowly began moving with a
trail of kisses down along my six-pac. He was nearly seated on the table
when his mouth kissed my hard cock through my speedo. I wanted so badly to
pull out my cock right there and feed it to Joe. But instead I pushed his
forehead back and he put his back to the coffee table. I promptly joined
him, kneeling over his crotch. The way Joe was stretched out left his head
and feet in the crowd, and as I leaned forward to kiss him I noticed Davis'
dick was about two feet above Joe's face. As I leaned forward Davis looked
at me like a child awaiting a new toy. His eyes were praying for my mouth
to land on his cock. I made sure to come very close to his cock but pass it
by for Joe's mouth instead. We kissed for a bit and then I pulled up and
rested on Joe's crotch. His hard cock was pressing firmly against my ass.
The view was great, right at my eye level were a dew dozen cocks and below
me were the hottest six-pac and pecs I had ever seen. I put some of the
lotion in my hands and began lathering them up.
Just as I touched my hand to Joe's pec I heard a moan from the crowd and
looked to my right. One of the many wankers had cum, and was spurting lots
of it on the carpet. As the guy came he started kissing the guy next to
him. That guy then began moaning as well and soon he came. Only the second
guy's cum shot right onto my side and Joe's stomach. I stopped for a second
to look at the string of cum on Joe, but then decided to carry on with the
lotion. I worked my hands over Joe's pecs and abs quickly, using the cum
with the lotion. I suddenly began to hear lots more moaning and realized
another deluge of cum might be on the way. I quickly threw my body atop of
Joe's, grinding my abs into his and feeling the lotion squish between us.
Sure enough, within seconds I felt hot cum on my back. I looked to Joe, he
was smiling. We kissed as the crowd began to cum one by one.
I looked up from our kiss for a second and saw right through Davis' legs
into the other room. In the middle of the other room were two guys fucking,
hard. One guy was on all fours on the floor and another guy was pounding
his ass. I could see the guy's ass jiggle as the other guy's torse slammed
against his back. After a second the guy on the floor looked up, it was
Josh. He was wincing from the hard fucking but seemed to be enjoying
himself. I smiled and went back to kissing Joe. I looked up again a minute
later and saw the guy pull out of Josh and then take off his condom.
However, then the guy took some lube and lubed up his uncovered cock and
began moving towards Josh's ass again. I jerked my shoulders upward,
causing Joe to look at me with alarm.
"What's wrong?" he asked as another guy blew his load on my thigh.
"Look," I said pointing to Josh and his buddy.
"So, Josh is fucking, no big deal."
"Yeah, but that guy's not wearing condom."
Joe jumped upwards. I rolled off his body and to my feet but before I was
standing steady Joe was already in the other room. The crowd around us was
thrown into alarm.
"What the fuck?" Davis shouted as I moved to the other room. He planted a
firm hand on my shoulder, leaving the other one on his dick. "Not until I
cum, fucker."
I looked into the other room and saw Joe shoving some guys around. Then I
looked at Davis, who wasn't budging. I quickly grabbed his cock with my
hand, still covered in lotion, and began stroking it furiously as I looked
him in the eye.
He was shocked but had a devious smile on his lips. "Wow, great service,"
he said as I stroked.
"Just cum," I said defiantly.
Davis closed his eyes and did just that, covering the front of my speedo
with his jizz. The second he finished I bolted to the other room. I got
there just in time to see three naked guys pushing Joe and Josh out the
front door. I quickly followed out them out the door while the naked guys
jeered at me.
I found them on the porch yelling.
"You fucking shithead! What the fuck did you think you were doing?" Josh
was red with rage.
Joe wasn't too passive, he shouted back, "That guy didn't have a condom,
you shithead. Maybe of you weren't so stupid I wouldn't have to fucking
help you."
"Shut the fuck up," Josh screamed, trying to punch Joe but being thwarted
by his own drunkeness. I stepped in to help.
"Get the fuck off me," Josh shouted and ran away down the street. We
didn't follow.
"Well," Joe said, "that's what you get for helping?" We sat in silence
for a while on the porch. I felt the cum on my body go cold.
"Well," I said, "I think that after that peep show we deserve some alone
time."
"Absolutely. My dorm?" Joe smiled.
"Sure."

We walked for a bit and were almost at Joe's dorm when I remembered I had
promised to tell Matt what I was doing that night. I found a campus
security phone and called our room.
"Hey Matt."
"Yeah, man, what's on tonight?"
"Well, I was at this party but I left it cuz things got sticky." I looked
at Joe and smiled.
"Sucks."
"Yeah. Well, now I'm gonna go meet some swimming guys, we gotta do this
thing for speedo week."
"Ummmm," Matt paused, "can you come by the room first."
I was covered in cum, I wanted to get to Joe's and change right away.
"It's kind of a bad time, man. Why?"
"It's just that...there are some people here who say they know you?"
Matt's tone was strange.
"What?"
"Yeah, from summer camp or something."
I was confused. "Okay, man, I be by in a few." I turned to Joe. "Matt
says some people I know are in our dorm."
"Alright," Joe said, "let's go change, meet them, and then get to
business."
"Absolutely."

As Joe and I approached my dorm door I didn't hear anyone inside.
"That's strange," I told Joe.
I opened the door and saw that the lights were all off; the room was only
lit by three candles and the TV, which was once again playing my little porn
video. I quickly turned around to begin explaining things to Joe but before
I could say a word Matt emerged from the shadows naked, stroking his dick.
"Hey cutie," he said. But then he saw Joe and jumped back in the shadows.
I looked to Joe, his eyes were wide.
"What the fuck is this, James?" he said, furious.
"It's..." I was frozen.
"Fuck you," Joe said, pushing me onto the couch as he made for the door.

From: James English