My First Year in University

We hardly spoke on the way back to the dorm room after getting off the bus from Daytona. The tension between us was thicker than molasses in January. I was a full ten or fifteen steps ahead of Adam as I came down the hallway to our room, my keys already out, ignoring Sean’s open door and hearing him say “HEY!” as I walked by. I was focused on the door and getting it open, kicking it open and tossing my stuff to the bed as I heard Adam say “hey” back to a few people.  

Then I came back out into the hallway as I wondered if he would go after Sean too. 

But Adam didn’t stop at Sean’s door, instead he was heading to ours with his face lowered. I could see Sean standing in the doorway, wearing a pair of trackpants and no socks, those wide feet looking sexy as fuck as he leaned against one wall, his arms folded, making his biceps bulge. He was smiling at me with that sideways grin of his. 

“Look how fuckin’ tanned you are!” He grinned at me, and I felt a stir in my loins. Fuck he still looked hot, I thought to myself as my eyes looked down at his feet and then back up to his hot face as I heard Adam throw his bags down on his own bed. “Good time?” Sean asked, raising his eyebrows at me, his grin growing. 

I gave him a friendly smile. “Great time despite the rain! But we did a lot!” I laughed, then turned to the inside of my room and saw Adam standing there with his hands on his hips looking at me. I knew it was late, and I was tired, but he obviously wanted to talk. Plus, we had to get this out of the way. “I’ll catch up tomorrow Sean. I’m dead after that bus ride and need a nap.” We had left Saturday morning and drove straight through. It was only noon, but I had hardly slept on the bus. I was too angry. Angry at Adam. At Aaron. At Greg. Everyone it seemed – except for Sean standing barefoot in front of me. I wanted to bolt for his room, as he was standing there staring at me and just let loose with him. Fuck his girlfriend, I thought. I’d climb him right now and have him fuck me silly. 

But Adam was waiting for me in our room. 

“Let me get some sleep.” I said with a sexy look and he nodded, discreetly tugging at his crotch before he slowly backed into his room, winking at me. I stepped into my room and closed the door and stared at Adam. I had watched him get fucked by Aaron last night. I had watched him make out with him. I had watched him follow Aaron into the shower.  

“What the fuck?” Adam finally asked, his eyes wide and his hands out in the air.  

“Seriously?” I said, putting my hands on my hips and realizing I needed to keep my voice down.  

Adam shrugged. “Now we know! I thought you’d be cool with all this!” 

“Cool with this? You let my boyfriend fuck you!?!” I yelled at him.  

Adam took a step back. “You had three guys fuck you!”  

He wasn’t wrong, and I took a moment to try to figure out how to explain this to him. But he beat me to it.  

“And from what I know, Aaron isn’t your boyfriend.” Adam said it matter-of-factly. It stung, but I knew he was right.  

This seemed to calm me for a moment as I knew what he was saying to be true. Aaron acted like nothing had happened on the bus ride home, trying to get me to sit with him, trying unsuccessfully to talk to me. And when I acted like a jealous bitch, he ignored me, and laughed with Greg, or sat beside Adam, or fell asleep next to him…. 

“I thought he was!” I said desperately. I noticed Adam giving me a pitiful look and I fought back my emotions.  

“Brian…” Adam shook his head. “Even I heard about Aaron. The guy’s a player. He has sex with anyone! EVERYONE.” Adam sat on his bed and looked up at me. “I figured he was fucking you the way he was always hanging around you, and I thought this was my chance to find out.” He stopped and swallowed for a moment. “About you.” 

I frowned down at him. “What do you mean?” 

Adam sighed. “I’ve had a fuckin’ crush on you since you started working out.” He said quietly.  

I let out the sigh this time and moved to sit across from him on my bed. He looked sad, almost pathetic as he kept his head lowered, his shoulders slumped.  

“I haven’t had sex with a guy in so long. But that ass…and that cock…” He grinned up at me. “Once I saw it, I wanted it.” He gave a little laugh. “Being in the same room with you, watching you…” 

I’ve seen the girls in our room. I knew he was a randy guy and having sex with anyone he wanted. Adam was a hot guy, and I was totally surprised when he sucked me off the other night on our second last night in Daytona Beach. I had no idea about him, or that he was watching me, lusting after me. 

But I also knew that he was not my type.  

I leaned on my legs, still bare in my shorts from the bus despite the minus 10 degree weather we were having this last week of February for our return. I rested my head in my hands and let out a small groan.  

“I really had no idea.” I said quietly. 

“No one has any idea about me. Well, except those guys now.” He said as I looked up at him. He was grinning, relishing in the memories. I flashed to him naked against the wall, getting pounded hard by Brad and Greg, and then Aaron. 

I sat up and faced him across from me, our eyes meeting for the first time to really talk about what happened in Florida. “I’m flattered. Really. But…I’m all bottom…and….” I hesitated, seeing the look in his eyes. “And it looks like you are too, so you’re not really my type.” I kept going quickly as I saw him reacting. “I don’t want to ruin this friendship! Really! But I have to say, I like older men. But Aaron was….well….different to me because he was more my age, but he’s…I don’t know…built like the guys I like and I thought….”I stopped, wondering what I really did think. My eyes caught Adam’s on me, glued to me waiting for me to continue. “I thought he was the one.” 

Adam actually snorted at me. “Buddy, I could have told you that Aaron was not the one a long time ago. The guy is a walking hard on. Besides, just LOOK at him. He can have anyone he wants. And he does.” 

“Even you.” I added harshly. 

Adam went to say something but stopped himself and took a breath. Then he tried again. “We were on Spring Break. Everyone was fucking everyone. And the guy is smokin’ hot Brian. Can you blame me??!!” Adam gave me that cute smile of his, and I couldn’t help but smile back. 

“I know. I guess I was just…a little jealous.” 

Adam laughed. “A little? You’re a bloody woman!” 

I reached across the space between our beds and gave him a quick punch in the arm, making him let out a quiet “hey” as he laughed at me.  

“Besides, he was the one that fucked me.” Adam said, rubbing his arm where my fist landed. 

“But you followed him in the shower.” I added quietly. 

“And Stefan was waiting for you to come out.” He snapped back. When I looked up at that comment, he was wiggling his eyebrows at me. “Come on! The way you two were going at it?! That was fucking HOT Bri!”  

I breathed in, picturing Stefan and felt my cock twitch. Again, Adam wasn’t wrong. I let that big man-boy fuck me twice before Adam followed Aaron into the shower. And then a third time to get even, just to make sure. 

I found myself nodding. “Stefan is more my type.” 

“No shit.” Adam said, leaning over and smacking my bare leg. “I think we all figured that out, even Aaron.” 

I nodded, knowing that was true also. Because when Aaron walked out of the washroom and saw me getting wall fucked by the hairy chested hunk that looked way older than 22, I could see the look on his face. 

Adam waited for me to say something, but I didn’t, just sat there quietly rethinking all of this. 

“I’m sorry if that helps.” Adam said. “But I really thought it was hot when we were all going at it, and I honestly didn’t know whose dick was in my ass, and at that point I really didn’t care. Until I knew.” He grinned. “And Aaron really is one hot fuck. THAT BODY!” 

I let out a chuckle, knowing once again, Adam was right. 

“But it’s just sex Bri. Live a little. And don’t tie yourself down to one guy. We’re fucking 19!” Adam stood up and held his hand out to me in a peace offering. I let the words sink into my head, and stood up in front of Adam and shook his hand.  

“No hard feelings roomie.” I mumbled. 

Adam shook my hand and then held it for a second, before pulling me into a bro hug with him. He felt good, solid, just a bit taller than me in a nice fit sort of way. But I was feeling nothing in this moment.  

Adam pulled back and looked at me, his handsome face so close from mine. “And don’t worry, I’ll behave! We are just roommates.” 

I shook my head. “No buddy. We’re friends. Don’t ever forget it!” I gave him a quick hug back and then turned to unpack. 

“We’re cool then?” He said behind me. 

“Yeah, we’re cool. Don’t worry. I’m good. I know it’s not you. But I doubt I’ll be seeing Aaron again.” 

Adam laughed behind me. “Fuck man, don’t give that up just yet. Ride him till you’re tired of him. I’d let him fuck me again anytime. Maybe he can take us both on?” 

I looked over my shoulder at him and laughed. “I didn’t realize you were so into getting fucked.” 

He shrugged. “Just like riding a bike. Well, more like the bi-bike. Best of both worlds.”  

I stayed in my room the rest of the day, taking a long nap, and then avoiding the rest of the floor in my residence until I could face people. Plus, my ass was sore as hell after the multiple poundings I had taken. As much as I wanted to knock on Sean’s door, I knew I wasn’t up for another round. Not yet anyway.  

My tan seemed to darken overnight as I got ready for classes the next day. So much so that by the time I walked into my history class that week with Professor Thomas Davis, even he did a double take as he welcomed us back from our Reading Week. 

“Well, it looks like some of you got away somewhere warm!” His deep baritone voice boomed through the large room as he started the class. He was wearing a black turtleneck that seemed to cling to every curve of muscle on his massive torso. I could see the entire outline of his firm pecs and rounded shoulders. When he folded his arms across that mighty chest, each arm bulged out his massive biceps. Even his grey pants seemed to hug his meaty thighs as he leaned over the front table to talk casually to us. 

I felt that familiar stir in my pants as I pictured him naked. That 6’3” blonde mature man would look amazing without his clothes on. And now that I seemed to be free from my blinders with Aaron, I was enjoying the view even more at my first class with him. 

“Looks like you went somewhere very exotic Brian.” I heard him say, his blue eyes locked on mine as I sat in my usual spot. “Where’d you go last week? By the look of that tan, I’d say somewhere very far south!” 

I cleared my throat, and sat up straighter. I had worn a white sweater on purpose to pop out my tan, fearing that it had already started to fade. In fact, just my eyes alone made my tan stand out. “I went to Daytona Beach.” I said as loudly as I could. 

Professor Davis’ mouth dropped open. “Impossible! I heard it rained on everyone the whole week.” His head was cocked up in mock defiance as he spouted the fact to me, testing me it seemed. I couldn’t help but match his smile and shook his head. 

“It did, but we had one very sunny day. And apparently I can still tan on cloudy days.” I could feel the eyes on me, but it wasn’t unusual for Professor Davis to call on us as he learned our names. He knew most of the keeners in the front row, and would ask those he didn’t know to give their names when they asked or answered a question. He was very good at remembering names, as he always seemed to know mine. 

“Well that’s impressive. You sure you’re not from Ancient Greece?” His grin was wide, and his eyes were only looking at me. I felt like we were having our own conversation, and he was trying to link it to his class.  

I gave a little laugh. “Afraid not sir.” I lowered my eyes, to show him I was uncomfortable with this further questioning, and opened up my notes. But when I looked up, he was still smiling at me, those big arms still on display and my cock was starting to grow just by looking at him. He started introducing the topic today, talking about our upcoming final paper in place of a final exam. I looked up to see he had a visual up about the Spartan Army, followed by pics of half-naked muscular men as he talked. My eyes stared at the pics, wishing I was a part of that time, and all the flesh I could leer at on a regular basis. I wondered how many of those types of men, sequestered in training, let loose on each other. 

When I returned my gaze to Professor Davis, he was still staring at me and smiling. At least, I was pretty sure he was still staring at me. 

After class, he did his usual walk by me as I stalled on purpose, the way I normally did just to get a close up view of him. Today though, I wanted to really take a look at him, and see just how much was in my head about him staring at me or if I was just dreaming it. I could see him out of the corner of my eye looking my way and then he started his walk up the stairs towards the backdoor, directly passing my usual seat on the end. As he neared I purposefully stepped out a bit into the walkway and bent over to grab my coat off the floor where it had fallen. I was completely bent over, my ass basically sticking out when I saw his shoes stop at me. 

“Need a hand?” I heard his deep voice say behind me. 

I turned back at him with a grin on my face and stood up with the coat in my hand. “Nah, I’ve got it.” I said holding up my coat to show him. 

He looked around quickly at the near empty lecture hall and put one hand in his pocket as he stood on the step down from me. Even one step lower, he seemed like a giant to me. His grin widened as he looked at me. “That tan really makes your eyes pop.” 

I felt myself blushing and looked into his blue eyes. They were a deep rich blue, almost like the colour of a deep lake. His skin looked flawless up close, and he had a few noticeable single freckles on certain spots on his face and neck. “Thanks.” I could feel my eyes turning grey as I stood there. 

“Hope you behaved while you were in Daytona.” He squinted at me, giving me that fatherly look of saying something, but letting you know he really knew what was going on. 

I gave a little laugh and put my coat on, knowing today that I didn’t have to rush off to meet Aaron after class like I normally did. “Well…” I gave a shrug, which made Professor Davis laugh with me. 

“Yeah yeah. I hear ya.” He gave me that handsome smile of his and hesitated for a just a moment before he added. “Sometimes you need to be naughty every now and then.” He winked at me and then started to pass by me, but kept his smile on me as he did. I was glued to his glare, and watched him walk by me, my eyes trailing down to his ass, which was inviting me to look as he kept his hand in his pocket, making the material of his grey pants cling to it tighter. Professor Davis gave another little chuckle as he continued to stare at me. “You better behave now.” 

I matched his stare and raised an eyebrow. “I’ll try my best.” 

“Do that boy.” He said and then looked away. 

Did he just call me boy? I thought as I stood frozen in my spot, watching that fine round ass walk away from me. He didn’t look back again, but I waited to see if he would. My heart was thumping, especially as I replayed the way he said ‘boy’ to me. My body was almost shaking at the thought. He was just the kind of man I’d be a boy for.  

I remembered Christmas, and having run into Rick again. And then Kirk had returned for a surprise visit and called me his boy. How I missed being someone’s boy…I felt my cock hardening at that thought, knowing I wouldn’t see him for awhile again. Yet I still craved the idea of being someone’s ‘boy’ for good. 

After eating by myself in the university centre, and a hopeful feeling that Aaron would show up to meet me, even though he didn’t, I went to my next class and sat there, thinking about men. From the pictures of the Spartan Army in my head, and the casual flirting I was replaying from Professor Davis, to the mind blowing sex with my uncle Kirk, to the group play in Florida with someone a little more my taste, I knew what I wanted. 

By the time my day wound down and I headed back to my room I was hungry and had one thought on my mind.  

Stefan. 

He invited me over right away, just as happy to hear from me as I was that he was home. He had two roommates, but they were both on campus for the time being. Thankfully he didn’t live too far away from residence, and I found the one floor student rental home easily.  

The front door opened and despite the freezing winter temperatures, he was wearing a loose tee and a pair of athletic shorts, his big legs bare along with his feet. His bearded face lit up when he saw me.  

“Get in here jockboy.” He growled at me, grabbing the front of my puffy winter coat with one hand and pulling me inside. The door closed and he pushed me back on it, kissing me hard, his tongue prying open my lips and exploring my tonsils. His face was warm, his hands hot and searching as I thawed in his grip. 

“You’re so warm.” I moaned as he unzipped my coat and tore it off me. 

“You’re face is cold.” He grinned, bringing me into his large body for a bear hug. I guess Stefan would be considered a ‘bear’ despite his age. At only 22 he had a full beard and the look of a man. He had to be 6’3” or 6’4” tall, and a hefty and solid 240 or so pounds. He was fit and muscled, a huge defenceman on the university football team I found out, and had the softest hairiest chest I’ve even seen on any man, let alone a 22 year old jock. When I buried my face into the cavern of his hard pecs, I breathed him in and felt like I was back in the arms of a big daddy once again.  

As he gripped me tight against his front door, his cock was already hard and poking at my stomach. I could feel my own growing in my pants, already hot and ready for action from the winter walk over. Stefan grabbed my hand and pulled me the back of the house.  

“Let’s get you warmed up.” He grinned at me, before tugging me along, leaving me to look at his thick calves, and his wide bare feet as I followed him to his bedroom.  

He pulled me into the small room, his bed unmade, books and papers strewn over his desk, crumbled clothes on the floor. He closed his bedroom door behind him and pulled his shirt off, revealing that muscled hairy chest I was suddenly so attracted to. I turned to him and he pulled me in, kissing me again and literally taking my breath away. I wanted him so badly I practically crawled up his body. He got the hint and picked me up, pulling my legs around him. I clung to him as he held me in the air, our tongues battling as I grinded my body against his.  

He stepped sideways and knelt on the bed, moving me down onto my back gently. I let go of his hard body, feeling the soft fur slip through my fingers as I watched him stand up over me and slid his shorts down, underwear and all. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since we got back.” He said with a smile. 

I started to strip, pulling at my sweater and shirt and tossing it to the side and yanking my pants down. Stefan grabbed my legs to help, grabbing my socks as well, leaving me naked on my back on his bed. I slid my hand under the sheet, turning my head sideways to smell his scent on the sheets. I was suddenly intoxicated from just being in his bed as he crawled onto the bed over me. 

“Let me at that hot ass again.” He moaned, pushing my legs back towards my face and moving his face between me. I felt his hot breath first, then his tongue licking at my hole. “Fuckin’ sweet as jockboy. This my hole now?” His thick finger massaged it, then his face was back there lapping up my ass and getting me wet. I hugged my legs back, groaning as he expertly rimmed me. I could feel his beard tickling my skin, making me moan even more. 

I looked down to see his eyes looking up at me. “Fuck Stefan.” I groaned, causing him to grin.  

“You want my cock jockboy?” He said, lifting his bearded chin up a bit before tonguing me again. I nodded, and he stepped up onto the bed over me to feed me. 

I opened up my mouth as I sat up a bit, Stefan grabbing my head as he stood over my head to feed me his dick. I gagged as I went to fast, taking too much too quickly. I calmed myself down and worked my throat better, relaxing into it as he held my head still and let me suck him for a few minutes. But that was all I got as he growled at me. 

“I need to be inside you again. Such a tight fuckin’ little ass.” I watched Stefan’s hairy body move back between my legs as he held his cock in his hand. I watched him spit into his hand and rub it over his cock as he pushed my legs open and kneeled closer to me. “This my hole?” 

I grabbed my legs again and pulled them back towards my chest. “Yeah big guy. All yours now.” 

“You gonna save this little jock ass for me? Just me?” He mumbled as he aimed his cock at my opening. 

Before I could say anything he shoved forward, spearing me deep with his cock, making me yell out in sudden pain. His eyes looked at me as I pushed him out and he added more spit to his cock, holding up my ass and bringing his lips to my hole.  

“Fuck Stefan.” I moaned as his tongue eased my pain. I heard him spit more and then he lowered my ass down again and brought his cock head to my opening again. “Slowly.” I muttered as I put a hand to his waist. 

Stefan watched me this time as he slowly inserted again, letting me take control. This time, there was no pain, just a sudden need to have him deep. I grabbed his waist and pulled him into me all the way, pressing my own ass against him.  

“There you go big guy!” I groaned, pulling his neck down to kiss him. 

Stefan groaned and started to slowly gyrate into me, pumping gingerly into me, knocking on the insides of me as he growled into my mouth. “Yeah jockboy. This is my hole.” 

“Fuck Stefan. Yes. It’s your hole now. I don’t want anyone else now.” My hands went all over his body, feeling the thickness of him, the meatiness of him. For a young guy of 22 he felt like a fucking man. My hands slid down his big back to his round ass and I smacked it hard. “Fuck me!” I yelled at him. 

He growled again and started to pump me harder, punching me inside deeper. I groaned right along with him until he backed up and slid out, flipping me over onto my side. He pushed a leg over and reinserted his cock into me sideways. I gasped as I felt him hit my prostrate and a drop of cum leaked out of me.  

“Jesus!” I yelled, my hand on his round pec. Stefan lifted his own leg and placed it beside me to fuck me, grabbing my hair and holding me as he did. I laid there and took it, staring up at him, seeing only muscled fur.  

He grabbed my ass and turned me over onto my stomach, his dick still lodged in me. He moved over me, putting both knees on either side of mine, his bare feet hooking into my calves. He moved only his ass, sliding in and out of me with calculated precision as if he knew how to make me moan. I moved up on my hands, pushing myself up against him as he turned my face around to find my lips. As he kissed me, he slid out again. 

“I need to see you when you cum.” I grumbled, turning over onto my back. Stefan grabbed my legs and wishboned me, moving his knees up to me and sliding back in with a loud groan. 

“You close?” He whispered at me as he held me and pumped me with his cock. 

I nodded, grabbing my already sensitive cock. “Cum with me buddy.” I panted as he repeatedly punched that spot. I watched his face, heard the growls growing, and felt his grip tighten around my ankles as he fucked me. 

“Holy fuck jockboy!” He roared, and then slammed into me, making me reach my own orgasm at the same time. I saw his mouth open and he practically howled out a sound as I convulsed under him, spilling my own cum all over my chest and his bed. He didn’t stop fucking, just kept plowing into me, forcing out more cum from me with each punch. 

We were a couple of moaning jocks, his dick so far inside me I felt he was deep in my guts. Stefan opened his eyes and peered down at me, letting go of my legs and pushing them sideways to lean over me and found my mouth with his once again. I wrapped my entire body around him, grabbing his back and locking my feet together around his ass as he hugged into me, still spasming inside me and milking out every last drop of cum into me. 

Finally, we both stopped, and he pushed himself up over me laughing. “Fuckin’ hot buddy!” He grinned, pulling himself out and letting out a loud “WOW!” as he hovered over me in a push up stance. 

Then he was off the bed and grabbed a shirt off the ground and wiped his dick off, tossing it to me to clean off the cum from my chest. I watched his muscular frame turn for a minute around, as if he was contemplating putting something on, before he turned back to me and took the dirty shirt and threw it sideways and came back down on the bed. He grabbed the sheets and shoved his big feet under them, holding it up for me to wiggle into. He lifted an arm, inviting me in and we snuggled in together in his bed as he pulled up the thicker comforter over top of us, warming up our heaving bodies. 

I rested my head on his hairy pec as his big arm draped around me and we both let out a little sigh. I felt his leg slide over to touch mine under the covers, and my foot ended up on top of his.  

“This is nice.” I said without thinking, and sort of held my breath for a moment, unsure of what he was after. 

Stefan let his other arm cover me, the weight of it heavy as he held me by his side. “It is nice. You little muscled jock.” 

I smiled, curling more into him. “Glad you were home.” 

He chuckled above me, that deep voice of his sounding so sexy. “Glad you called. Any fuckin’ time buddy.”