**Standard disclaimer. Contains explicit depictions of gay sex. Practice safe sex always.
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They say that chance encounters are a work of design by a higher being. That love, or lust, is written in the stars and that there is nothing one can do about it.
Charles- I sat listening to him finish his story about his first time sleeping with a guy. It was nothing like my first time and I thought how hot it was that this little hot teenager was fucking around with his high school math teacher. He claims the guy was pretty hot, and I believed him because Jesse didn't look too bad himself. In fact, the little guy had a pretty amazing body, and feeling his head rise and fall with my chest as he absentmindedly played with my nipples as he continued his story was making me harder than I had been in years.
Jesse- I continued telling Charles about Matt and me, just because I knew what my story was doing to this hard stud. I couldn't wait to let him know that I was up for the possibility of doing more with him than simply jack each other off, and seeing his dick react to what I was saying about Mr. Michaels and me; I knew he was up for it to. I continued...
We kissed for what seemed like hours, and his tongue was exploring places in my mouth that had previously been uncharted. I wanted more of this rock hard older stud and I knew I had to have him. Not thinking about whether I was doing it right or wrong, I left his lips and began kissing my way down his body. I paused for a few minutes at his nipples, spending ample time worshipping each one with my tongue. From the sound of Matt's moaning, I knew I was doing something right. Gently, but urgently, he pushed my head downward toward his cotton-covered dick, head standing straight up out of the top of his skivvies.
I wanted his cock in my mouth and kneeling down before his man pole, I knew I was about to get what I wanted. He wasn't going to stop me taking every inch of his stick down my throat and as I felt the uncut piece break through my lips and enter the moist territory of my mouth, I knew I was giving not just giving Matt heaven, but entering there myself. I licked up and down his pole, stopping at his base to take each ball in my mouth and sufficiently massage it with my tongue.
"Aghhhhhhhhh... yeah babe... take my dick..." the sound of him moaning and whispering incoherent nothings, as if what we were doing were so taboo, the walls of his bedroom didn't need to hear, turned me on more than anything.
I spent my time on his cock, bobbing up and down with my mouth, encircling it with my moist, hot tongue, drawing Matt closer and closer to the greatest pleasure point known to man. I could feel his body his tense and his balls draw in next to me.
He was pumping my mouth with increasing speed and I knew it was moments before his sweet seed would be down my throat.
"Aghh... babe... I'm gonna cum Jesse... aw... you're gonna make me cum... oooooohh... yeah..." with that he shot his load down my throat and I tasted every last drop of his sticky seed.
He breathed heavy above me, looking down with glazed eyes. I knew that what we had done was the first of many close encounters for Matt and me.
"Damn, dude," Charles said, "that must be one fucking hot teacher you had."
"Yeah... but its hard to miss him when there are other hot fucking studs in this world."
I reached down and grabbed his hard cock with my right hand, playing with his pecs with my other.
"I think it's time I return the favor you gave me earlier," I cooed softly into his ear.
"Sure babe..."
With that encouragement, I shifted my body so that I was kneeling over the side of the bed, perpendicular to the rightward curve this jock's cock turned to. I looked at his hard meat, and in one foul swoop, devoured the entire length of, taking it deep down in my throat.
"uuuuuuuuuuuuh... dude... that is so fine... that's hot babe. Throat my dick. Yeah babe... o yea..."
His cock reminded me somewhat of Matt's, all-American cut meat, with a huge head that was currently tickling the far reaches of my throat. I was at my kneeling task for a while, since this stud had just released his load a few minutes earlier, but I really didn't mind. I got so into sucking this amazing, gorgeous dick, I didn't hear the door open. Thank god Charles did, because before I knew it, he had moved my head away from his lap, jumped up and put some shorts on. Without even thinking, I did the same.
The two of us listened quietly as we heard the sound of footsteps head to the other bedroom, then a bag dropping, followed by an excited "Holy shit this room is fucking sweet."
I looked at Charles as we both assumed the same the thing... this was third roommate.
Charles- I was terrified. Whoever entered our room unexpectedly probably didn't want to be greeted with the sight of Jesse going down on my dick. As amazing as that little stud felt, deep throating my achingly hard cock, I knew I had to get up and dressed before someone caught us. We listened for a while, deciding that this must be our third roommate. Instead of heading right out to meet him, I went back to my side of the room, got fully dressed and straightened my bed, hoping that my stalling would let the hardness of my cock subside.
"We have to go say hi," Jesse suggested, surprisingly nervous about it.
"Yeah, we do."
We walked out of our bedroom, into the huge common room and straight across to the bedroom on the right.
"Hey, I was beginning to wonder whether anyone else was here. My name's Zachary Tate, but every one calls me Zach," he sounded very northern, and I could tell this guy was here on Academics. He wore preppy clothes and looked like he had never lifted a weight in his life. He was neither big nor skinny, but just wasn't defined. I couldn't make out any muscle mass underneath his clothes. I guess I must have been staring pretty hard, because I didn't even notice him stick his hand out to shake mine.
"O, hey, yeah. I'm Charles," I said shaking his hand. He smiled at me as he firmly shook my hand, lingering there for a second longer than he needed to.
"We were just in our room finishing unpacking our stuff," Jesse said, recovering faster than I did from the entrance of the new guy.
"Cool. I guess I'll do the same. I'll catch you guys when I'm done."
Zach- The tall one was a stud, I saw right away. He looked amazingly built and sexy, and it surprised me to see him looking at me like he was. I almost started laughing, but didn't want to seem like a total dork. The shorter, tan one was hot too, but seriously not as hot as Charles. When they left to go back to their room, I seriously considered dropping everything and jacking off right then and there, you know, to kind of break in the place. I decided to wait though, and see what I could reel in tonight, thinking that maybe one of these guys would want to help me out. I could settle for Jesse, but I had my eye set on Charles. The way he looked at me when I shook his hand gave me that slight seed of hope that I would use to get in his pants.
Jesse- I missed Matt. I wanted to call him, but I hadn't been gone a day and didn't want to seem clingy or anything. I mean, I had seen him every day of my life, practically, for the last two years, and I had every write to feel empty without him there. Charles and I talked for a while, not doing anything more sexually for the fear of Zach coming in, although the prospect of a threesome with the preppy stud didn't sound to bad. Instead we just talked about different things. It turns out that the guy was a swimmer and he was here on scholarship, like the rest of us I assumed. He was a heavy partier and had won his senior classes beer Olympics. It seemed weird to me that such a straight lased athlete could also be a sexually charged drunk. He was pretty funny too, and had me laughing almost through the entire conversation. Later, however, he decided he was gonna take a swim at the gym pool and left me sitting in my bed, missing Matt. I really wanted to call him, but I fought the urge. I just sat in my bed, absentmindedly staring at the wall.
Charles- Jesse was a really cool guy and I really enjoyed talking to him, but I desperately needed to get away. I'm all for male bonding or whatever, but I usually prefer to do it over some beers and porn, both of which were missing from our conversation. I dismissed myself from the room late in the afternoon and headed down to the pool for a much needed tension-breaking swim.
As soon as I got into the locker room, I was stripping my clothes off, eager to get to the pool as fast as I could. I put on my speedo, rapped my towel around my waste and headed to the indoor pool that would become my second home. I dove in, relishing in the feel of the water over my tensely hard body. I had built so much muscle tension in my workout with Jesse that it felt amazing ease it off under the water. I was so wrapped in my swim I barely noticed the guy that I had rammed into during one of my laps across the pool.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to bump you dude," I apologized as I followed him out of the pool and onto one of the side benches.
"It's cool, its nothing really, just a bump," he said softly. It puzzled me for a second when he looked me up and down and added, "you have a hard stroke."
"Thanks. I've been working on it since I was a sophomore in high school."
"You must be a fish this year."
"What makes you say that?"
"Only fish still refer to their sophomore years of high school," he said with a grin.
"I'm that transparent?" at that moment, I was thankful to god for the tight Lycra of Speedo shorts, because the blatant flirting going on with this guy was getting my already tense dick hard again.
"My name's Brooklyn," he said with a smile.
"I'm Charles."
"Nice to meet you Charles. You know, it isn't every day you meet an interesting freshman." He gave me a smile. A smile that was a dead giveaway of his intention and I immediately knew that this one was in the bag.
"Well hey, it isn't every day I bump into a handsome stranger in a pool."
"I'll give you that, along with something else if you want it," he whispered this last sentence, as if there were other people in the area. I looked around, coyly avoiding his gaze, and noticed that there were in fact other swimmers in the pool. Most of them were wrapped up in their workouts, but a few were plowing around leisurely in the water. I met his eye after a few seconds, smiled at him, and got up to head to the locker room.
"Dude, come this way," he said leading me to the offices across from the locker room.
"What is this?"
"Just hold on."
Behind the offices there was a steam room that was filled with older gentlemen, probably faculty.
"There is a private faculty steamer behind offices that's just big enough for two. Some of the staff of this college really love blowing off some steam, if you know what I mean."
I smiled and let out a soft chuckle as I imagined some professors going down on each other after a hard day of work. I made a mental note to be sure to guess which ones, in case I needed a grade boost.
He led to me to a small chamber with glass that couldn't be seen from the outside. He closed the door behind me, turned a knob and the place was immediately filled with muscle relaxing steam. It felt so great, not to mention that this hot stud stood before me, releasing his monster from his swimming trunks. He looked so gorgeous with steam rapping around his body and sweat dripping down his neck. He took control, leaning in and kissing me softly. His tongue was softly, methodically exploring my mouth as I returned the favor with my hands, exploring his body. I felt up and down his had body, stopping at his pecs and under his arms, feeling the light brush of brown hair that coated his six pack. We were the exact same height so it wasn't hard to feel his prick pushing up against mine. He pushed me to the wall and began getting fiercer and deeper with his oral attack. I moaned in his mouth as he worked to release my hard dick from its Speedo prison.
He backed away from my mouth slightly, smiling at me and meeting my eyes. I could see he lust glazed over his icy blues and new that he could see the same in mine. He whispered, "Since you are the one that bumped me in the pool, maybe I should bump you right now." I did nothing but nod, as he turned my body, leaned me against the steamy wall and bent down with his face inches from my ass.
He licked my hole for a few minutes, before inserting a finger in to open me up. The steam worked wonders to relax my ass, because in minutes, my ass was open and ready to go. I felt Brooklyn stand up and walk out of the steam room for a second. I heard some muffled words exchanged in the next room, and in seconds he returned, cock covered in a condom and all lubed up.
He rammed me against the wall I was leaning on and put his entire body up to mine. He turned my face so that he could lick my ear as he inserted two warm, wet fingers into my ass. I could feel the lube loosen me up for the last time, as he got ready to insert what I really wanted.
He did it slow, taking his time, and making me ache for more. The pleasure of his cock in my ass was painstakingly real. I wanted more... I ached for it... longed for it.
"Aghhh... come one babe, give it to me." I egged him on, assuring him I could take all of his cock; that I wanted to take all of his cock. He kept pushing against me, slowly, until he was buried to the hilt in my ass. It felt amazing, having his long tool rub against my prostate, creating waves of pleasure throughout my body.
"You're so tight man... I love your ass."
"Give it to me dude. Fuck me hard," I said, driven by nothing but lust. I wanted it. He began pumping, pushing me into the wall I was using for support and balance. He was making my knees buckle with every thrust, starting off slow and speeding up faster and faster, fucking me harder and harder with each thrust.
"Fuck me babe... o yeah... fuck me hard stud. Fuck me... agghhhhhh"
All I heard where incoherent grunts behind me, accompanied by deep moans from far inside his body. I knew he was feeling as much pleasure as I was feeling.
I could feel his body tense up and I knew it was about to happen. He slowed down, timing his climax with mine, wanting us to shoot at the same time. It felt so good after raw, intense fucking, for him to slow down and let me feel the length and girth of his cock. It felt amazing, him breathing against my back, and sweat dripping off our bodies.
"Aghhhhhhhhhh... yeah babe..." I screamed as I shot my load all over the steamy glass wall.
"O yeah..." I heard behind me as he did the same. We kept our stance for a few minutes before he removed his cock from my as and turned me around. We kissed for what seemed like eternity, sending even more waves (if it was possible) through me.
All to soon, he pushed my head away, broke our embrace and said he had to go, but that he'd had a great time. He left me standing there thinking what an amazing fuck that was.
It was sometime later, while I was dressing in the locker room that all I knew about this guy was that he swam and that his name was Brooklyn. Otherwise, I had no way of contacting him for a future fuck. I almost beat myself over the head with this realization, but decided that I would go home and beat something else.
They say that chance encounters are a work of design by a higher being. That love, or lust, is written in the stars and that there is nothing one can do about it. Indeed, if there is one thing I've come to know, it is that when opportunity arises, its best to live in the moment, because no one knows when it will be over.
To be continued...
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