Mascots

Donald was 18, tall, thin, had long brown hair, wore glasses on his good looking serious face and had a sensitive manner. He was dressed in gray slacks and a blue button down shirt.

“Donald, I’ve read some of your poems. They’re quite powerful” said Coach McGuire.

“Thank you, sir.”

“Beldon’s English department’s creative writing program is renowned and has several prominent authors as instructors. You’d benefit from a Beldon education and would make contacts that would be useful in your career. With your talent, why haven’t you applied?”

“I thought about it, and there were several reasons. Financially it’s prohibitive. My mother is divorced and works as a waitress, and there’s no other resources as my father is absent. Even with the financial aid available it wouldn’t be feasible. There are also personal factors. My boyfriend Martin and I were both accepted to Milburn State University and we’ll be able to stay together.”

“Since you brought up being gay, do you mind if I ask some intimate questions?”

“Go ahead.”

“How long how have you been with Martin?”

“We’ve been close since he transferred to our school two years ago. We’ve been more physical with each other for about three months.”

“Have you been sexually active with anyone else?”

“No. Martin was my first partner.”

“Please understand there’s a point to my bluntness. Would I be correct in believing that you’re the bottom?”

“Well, that is forward, but I’m not ashamed to say yes.”

“Donald, I’m going to be frank with you. You’re a bright and talented young man who could have a great literary future. That depends on whether you have the maturity to comprehend how the world really works and take pragmatic action. Everyone has had a first love and if it’s really solid it survives separations and if it isn’t one goes on to another love. It is in my power to offer you a full scholarship including tuition, room and board and a living expense stipend for four years at Beldon. There are also the immense benefits of being an alumnus. You would of course be free to maintain a long distance relationship with Martin. Would you consider that?”

“Wow! That would be amazing! I’m sure Martin would want what’s best for me, and we could work it out. I can out fill an application and have my grade transcript sent over.”

“Certainly, that’s down the line. However, this scholarship would not be based on your writing abilities or your academic qualifications. It would be dependent on your personal services.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Of course, you don’t. My athletes are all good guys but at their age they’re prone to sexual temptations and the dangerous complications that can arise from yielding to those. For a number of years I’ve been reaching out to solid young gay men of quality such as yourself with this beneficial proposal of a free, all expenses included education in return for providing respectful sexual companionship to three straight roommates. It’s really pretty simple.”

“Whoa! Are you for real?”

“I know this a lot to take in. Think about it. Talk it over with your mother and Martin. You can give me your decision tomorrow.”

“Of course, you should do it” said Donald’s mother as she lit another cigarette. “How the hell else are you going get out of this dead town and be something? I can take care of myself. Martin’s a nice guy but you’re both too young to settle down. Play the field and see how you feel down the road. When you told me you were gay I supported you and when you said you wanted to be a writer I encouraged you. Here’s your chance. Don’t be so high and mighty. You like bending over anyway so you might as well get something out of it.”

“I understand and I’m cool with it and happy for you. Having an open relationship is really being fair and honest” said Martin as he kissed Donald. “We’ll still be together.”

“My answer is yes” said Donald to Coach McGuire the next afternoon.

Donald was on knees between Vince’s spread legs sucking on his great thick pole. With his long flowing hair swaying, Donald looked like a knight servicing his king. This was done with great effort as his boyfriend’s dick was in no way as massive. Donald did his best with Vince’s guidance. Soon they were in Vince’s bed. At first Donald got on back like the way Martin fucks him but Vince instructed him to get on all fours like a dog. Vince was like a stallion as he fucked Donald the mare. Donald was overcome with pleasure and conflicted feelings. He’d only experienced sex as a matter of mutual affection and now he was learning about pure lust as his sphincter was stretched wide open and pounded out by Vince’s horsedick. Donald babbled as the impalement brought him to his so far greatest climax. Several intense sessions with Vince, Otto and Jason achieved the desired goal. That was changing a romantic bookish gayling into a beast of sexual burden. Vince had seen to it that Donald was fully prepared to regularly take on the perpetually hard dicks of three horned up straight brutes any which way. 

Johnny, Rick and Evan were watching a baseball game in the living room of their dorm apartment when Donald arrived in his khakis and blue button down shirt wheeling his suitcase. Greetings and pleasantries were exchanged. “We can discuss literature after you suck our dicks” laughed Johnny as he pulled down his sweatpants and his proud big young cock flopped out. Rick pulled down his gym shorts and his long thick tool was on display. Evan’s cargo shorts were now at his knees and his impressive rod was oozing.

Wearing his glasses and with his long hair, Donald was a fascinating sight as he gave introductory blowjobs to his roommates. They were impressed by his industriousness as his luscious mouth switched back and forth between their pulsing organs and smooth balls while getting jacked by Donald’s long fingers. Each of the boys reached a grand orgasm that Donald swallowed down. Donald excused himself, went to the bathroom and being so overwhelmed and hard, jerked his nice dick off. He returned to the living room. “What about The Waste Land?” laughed Evan.

That night Donald was supremely fucked while on his hands and knees on the living room couch by each of his roommates. Afterward, he showered his tall lean body, particularly soaping up his sore ass and his genitals that had a coating of his own semen from the thunderous orgasm he experienced.

With Johnny snoring away in their room, Donald sat nude and hard again at his desk, and in longhand in his notebook wrote a beautiful poem about his experiences that day. His elegant descriptions of his roommates bodies and their distinctive cocks were quite majestic.