0 comments/ 6372 views/ 3 favorites Running With Kings Ch. 01 By: rjvansen Scott Griffin pulled his blue Ford Mustang into a parking space just to the left of the loading dock of Stonewall Hall. At least six cars were battling for spaces closer than his to the door in the loading area, but he didn't care. He was only a little farther away but he could walk his bags in the little extra distance. He wouldn't have to deal with the pushy parents and students in the area as well. College was something he looked forward to, but people in crowds drove him crazy. Scott had driven himself to move in day for three very simple reasons. First, the college was only a half hour drive from his small suburban home. Second, his parents were away in Oahu. Third, he didn't have much stuff. He didn't need half his friends and family helping him to move into his half of his dorm room. He was already ten times closer to being done than the kids who brought vans and truckloads of crap they wouldn't use anyway. Everyone got so worked up about this college thing. The way Scott looked at it was college was high school away from home and most importantly he was away from the rules of home. There was a gentle mist in the air as he walked across the soft green lawn in front of his hall. He walked into the main entrance and followed the signs to the main lounge where he was supposed to check in. Some overly happy person wearing a tee-shirt advertising their affiliation with the campus life office was beaming at him and, of course, was very happy to meet him. After suffering through the obnoxious check in process he walked down to his room, Stonewall Hall, Room 203. He inserted his key card into the slot, heard some shuffling inside the room, the lock clicked, and he opened the door. The first thing Scott noticed about the room was his roommate who was walking toward him with an extended hand and a smile. He was sick of smiles already. He too flashed a smile when he realized he wasn't some sort of drugged up freak. Jeff was about six feet tall. He was wearing stonewashed jeans that he wore lower than the Calvin Kleins beneath. The Abercrombie shirt he was wearing was form fitting showing off his excellent physique. Scott was relieved that he was living with someone who took care of themselves, not some slob who only ate and played on the computer. "Hey! I'm Jeff, you must be Scott, nice to meet ya!" "Nice to meet you, too." Scott managed a happy tone. He was pleased about his roommate but the whole idea of sharing a room for a year was slightly annoying. "I'm Scott, well I guess you already knew that." He looked around the room again, "So, you didn't bring too much stuff either?" "Nah, who needs all that crap, all ya need is your clothes, your books, your TV, and your computer." Jeff paused in the situation, feeling awkward and then continued. "Do you need a hand bringing in all of your stuff?" "Sure, especially since its raining harder now, I really appreciate it." "Let's do it." Jeff beat Scott out the door. The two roommates spent about ten minutes of walking back and forth to the car until they had successfully brought in all of his belongings. They weren't even that wet. Scott joked with Jeff about the morons who had got the close parking space and were now mad because they were parked it. They laughed together as they dropped the last box to the floor. The room was good sized for a freshman dorm. The two beds, dressers, desks, and chairs were each separated onto the appropriate side of the room. At the front of the room were two recessed closets forming a hallway-like entry. The room had one window in the center, it was tall and wide. The window let in a great deal of natural light. They had a wonderful view of the loading dock, the only detractor. All in all it wasn't so bad. There was one bad thing about the room though. It was hot. The window was wide open but the slight breeze could in no way compete with the sweltering heat that was so common in August in central Texas. Scott's wet tee-shirt was clinging to him amplifying the heat, so he reached behind his head and pulled the shirt off. That was a little better. He sighed as he felt the almost non-existent breeze cool his damp skin. He turned to Jeff. "I should have asked, Jeff, are you okay with me going around with my shirt off, it's kind of how I relax." "Hell no, It's hot in here. I don't mind if you don't mind me doing the same thing; it may be the only way we survive. Just warn me when you're changing. We're gonna be good friends, but I don't want to see your junk!" Jeff laughed as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He took in the slight breeze and sighed. "Yeah, we are gonna be good friends, and believe me I don't want to see your bat and balls either. So we've made our first roommate decision. Our dress code is anything but nude." Scott thought to himself that this roommate thing might not be so bad. "Excellent, well, in that case I'm gonna take off these wet jeans too." As Scott striped out of his jeans, Jeff did too. "Thank God! I'm glad you are as overheated in this room as I am." Jeff had a lean swimmer's build. He was thin, but had very well-defined muscles. His skin was milky white and seemed smoother than pearl. There was not an ounce of body fat on him. He didn't have much body hair naturally; just a shock of dirty blonde hair in his pits two tones darker than the short, spiked hair on the top of his head. Small beads of sweat ran down his neck, they slowed as the moved down over his smooth pecs, would continue down his abs or drip off onto the floor. His legs were hairless and his thighs powerful and defined. Jeff wore briefs that clung tightly around his waist and hugged his proud bulge. His ass was round and firm and just as smooth as everything else on his body. "Well, I better get unpacking; I've got to get to the first cross country practice at the track in an hour." Scott's boxers clung to his tight eighteen year old ass. They pulled slightly as he bent over, exposing the top of his crack to his new roommate. As he picked up a box, the power of his arms rippled through biceps. His tan back undulated with his tight teen muscles. As he turned in Jeff's direction to put the box on his bed, Jeff got his first look at Scott's built upper body. His chest was firm his perfect nipples were always hard, always aching to be free of his tight knit tee-shirts. His boxers were could barely restrain his manhood. Once he had hit puberty he was forced to switch to boxers, only they could contain his eleven inch penis. Fortunately, he wasn't aroused or his boxers would have tented too far to hide. He knew it would happen eventually, living in close quarters, those awkward moments would happen. As Scott unpacked his box of books, Jeff jumped in to help him out. "Here, let me help you out, since you have got to be ready for practice." Jeff quickly moved a box labeled "computer stuff" onto Scott's bed. Scott's heart stopped, Jeff moved too fast to keep this from happening. "Holy shit!" Jeff stepped back, "I am so sorry, I should have asked." The box tipped over and Scott's extra-large Fleshjack, lube, and a hard drive labeled "porn" tumbled onto the bed. Scott flushed, first in his face then spreading out onto his chest. There was nothing to do but own up to it, now that his masturbatory collection was there in the open. "Yup, I jerk off a lot. What can I say, I have a big dick and I love to cum." Jeff started laughing. "That's awesome dude, so fucking brutally honest." He pulled open the top drawer in his night stand. "Yup, all us boys, we fucking love to cum!" A pile of DVDs filled one side of the drawer, "gang bang" was in every title. Next to the DVDs was a bottle of lube, a slender dildo, and a white vibrator molded to look like a cock. "I know what you're thinking, I'm not gay, but I had a girlfriend who was into some kinky shit. She used to fuck me with a strap-on, I kind of got used to it. But I only do it with girls. The whole cock thing, well they didn't have any that weren't shaped like a cock." He pulled out a DVD with a bunch of blonde coeds with big tits sucking dicks. Scott laughed too, picked up his hard drive and proudly declared. "Nothing but college sluts getting fucked bareback." He slapped Jeff on the shoulder laughing uncontrollably. Jeff slapped him on the ass in return. "That's what I'm talking about stud!" He fell to his knees laughing. After about thirty seconds, both of the young studs regained their composure. When he stood, Jeff draped his arm around Scott's muscular shoulders. They stood close to each other along Scott's bed. With his free hand Jeff picked up Scott's Fleshjack. "I've always wondered if these things were all they are hyped to be." He held the fuck toy in his hand examining it carefully. "Dude, this thing makes me cum two or three times a day." Scott replied emphatically and watched Jeff inspect his toy. Jeff took his other arm from Scott's shoulder and slipped his fingers into the toy, curiosity getting the better of him. Scott quickly continued: "But you, should know, I came in it about an hour ago and didn't get a chance to clean it before I packed it." Jeff's fingers quickly withdrew and he dropped the toy to the bed. "Okay then. Well, maybe once you clean it up, I can borrow it someday and see what all the hype is about? I'll gladly share my toys with you!" He kicked his open drawer. "You can borrow mine anytime." Scott smiled. It was a little weird to share his toy, but what the hell as long as it was clean when it came back to him. The thought of another guy's dick in his toy was a little weird, but he could handle it. "I don't know if I'm ever going to want to use your toys though...no offense." Jeff smiled in return. "None taken, but trust me you haven't had a great orgasm until you've cum with this monster up your ass." He pointed to the vibrator and laughed. He closed the drawer and the two kept on joking while they unpacked the rest of Scott's belongings. Running With Kings Ch. 02 "Shit! I'm so gonna be late for practice." Jeremy Tryon was stuck on the highway in a traffic jam. More than likely a bunch of people who were going to the same place he was. At least he didn't have to unpack when he got there. He would just check-in, change into some workout clothes and run down to the track. He could still do it. He pulled into the back of the Stonewall Hall loading dock. He sprinted down the hallway, rushed the RA through the check-in procedure and was back out to his car. He pulled his red VW Bug into a space next to a blue Mustang, grabbed his bag and sprinted to his room. "Stonewall Room 101," he said to himself as he quickly inserted a card key and pushed the door open. He ran to the empty bed and threw down his bag. As the bag hit the bed his mind caught up on all the stuff going on in the room around. His face flushed red. This was going to be embarrassing. He slowly turned around to see his roommate standing by the other bed. His roommate was beat red, very embarrassed. He was wearing nothing but his briefs which had been hastily pulled up upon his entry into the room. He also noticed the green display of the cell phone in his hand, and heard a soft voice asking "Peter? Peter?" Holy shit, this was his roommate, Peter James, and he had just interrupted him having phone sex with his girl. He remembered Peter James. He'd lost out on many a girl when this stud went walking by. Even though he thought of himself as perfectly straight, Jeremy had to admit this guy was built like Adonis. He was still staring. Michelangelo's David was a quarter the man this stud was. Jeremy suddenly started laughing; the whole scene was so out of control. Here he was meeting his new roommate. His roommate, his high school's biggest stud, and Jeremy was staring at his cum glistening down his sculpted chest, dripping from the inside of his firm thigh, streaming off his clenched right hand, and a wet spot was forming at the end of a long shaft tenting out his underwear. Jeremy stopped laughing when he realized how mortified Pete was. "Dude, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't help it. My girlfriend and I were talking dirty, I got a little into it that's all. I'm so sorry, I feel so horrible." Pete hung the phone up on his girl and held his cum free hand in front of his bulging erection. He was beyond embarrassed, he was caught in the act. Not the right first impression on a guy you would be spending the next year living in close quarters with. Jeremy thought quickly he needed to relax Pete. Of course this definitely meant he wasn't going to get to practice today. "Look, Pete, it's not a problem. I know what it is like to be a guy. Hell, you were the definition of guy back at our school. Every guy does it. We're roommates, we keep secrets, we become best friends. Don't worry about it." "That's awesome man. You are such a great guy. I owe you one, roommate. You're Jeremy right? I remember you; you were our star sprinter on the track team. You had the girls all over you too. I always thought of it as a challenge to bed them before you did." He reached out his hand to shake, and Jeremy grabbed it quickly pulling back. "Oh shit, I'm sorry." That was all Pete could say as Jeremy wiped his new roommates cum on his jeans. They broke out into laughter. After a while it subsided. "Don't worry about it man. I guess I'm too late for practice, so we'll just hang out this afternoon?" Pete nodded in answer to Jeremy's question. "I've gotta unload my stuff...that should give you some time to clean up." Jeremy chuckled as he peeled of his shirt. "Damn its warm out." He headed out to his car. After about fifteen minutes he finally had the last load of his stuff in front of his dorm room. A couple of girls in the room down the hall were peering out their door, enamored by the hunk that had been carrying in boxes. Jeremy stretched; he made sure the girls had plenty of time to take in his tight body. He decided to put on a little show and reached down the front of his pants. He gently stroked himself until he was hard and then shifted it to show off as much as possible. After a minute or so he pulled his hand out, licked his fingers and opened the door to his room. He loved teasing the girls; they were practically falling out of the doorway. He knew by the end of the first week he would be involved with those girls in one orgy of passion. Pete was still in his briefs, but all cleaned up. There was a slight stain in his briefs where his cock head was still plainly visible. Although he was no longer erect, the full outline of his large manhood was obvious. At the least, it was a big improvement over their cum-drenched introduction. Jeremy pulled off his jeans, so he could cool off in nothing but his boxers. Together they moved in the boxes. The girls at the end of the hall were still watching and were now doubly excited because the two scantily clad hunks were using all their muscles in provocative ways as they moved the boxes. Pete and Jeremy were putting on quite the show. Once all of the boxes had been brought into the room the two overheated boys closed the door to their room, opened their window wide and collapsed in their chairs. They arranged their chairs so that they could carry on a conversation if the wished. The chit chat was pretty informal to start. Jeremy couldn't help but notice, in the tight quarters and reduced clothing situation, that Pete's briefs were having a difficult time containing his cock. Jeremy could see why the girls liked Pete so much. His jet black hair flowed down to his broad muscular shoulders. His body was cut from stone with the flowing dark hair that gave his face a brooding and intense look. No girl could resist him, of that Jeremy was sure, especially if she knew what he was packing into those briefs. Without realizing how out of context the statement would be, Jeremy blurted out the question at the front of his mind. "So Pete, how big is that dick of yours?" Jeremy's face flushed as he heard the question come out of his mouth. Thinking before he spoke was never something he was good at. Now he was making himself sound like a gushing slut. "I guess we're certainly close enough after our introduction. It's nine and a half inches. Do you...maybe...wanna see it?" A look of shame flashed across Pete's face, after asking. Pete couldn't figure out why he'd offer up another straight guy a look at his cock. "Sure I do." Jeremy was convinced that was far too enthusiastic. "Not that I'm into looking at dicks or anything. I'm just curious is all." They were doing a good job of creating awkward situations their first day. Pete looked shocked only for a second before he freed his monster from his overworked briefs. Jeremy wasn't looking at Pete's eyes anymore. The cock was growing harder in Pete's hand, getting longer with each second and becoming incredibly thick. Jeremy watched in amazement as the cock grew. Pete's balls forced upward by the elastic of the boxers were monsters themselves. Low hanging and massive Pete's junk lived up to his amazing body. This guy was the gift of God to women. "So Jeremy, why don't you show me what you've got down there?" Pete slid his briefs off and flicked them across the room; he was now totally naked holding his massive hard cock. The situation was getting out of control, but there was nothing Jeremy could do he was caught up in the moment. In the back of his mind he was getting excited, but he just wrote it off as male bonding. The hesitation on Jeremy's part prompted Pete to qualify his statement. "I mean I showed you mine, you've got to show me yours." Jeremy stood up and pulled off his boxers. Much to Jeremy's dismay, he too was hard as a rock. His cut, seven inch cock pointed straight out in front of him. His balls were a good size and covered with neatly groomed hair. "Dude, bring your chair over here, right in front of me. People walking by the window can see you over there." Jeremy didn't hesitate, after throwing his boxers on the bed with his jeans he sat naked in his chair knee to knee with Pete. The two guys took in the sights, neither speaking for several minutes. Their huge erections complimented each of their bodies; the boys looked at each other in awe. While they watched each other they both began to slowly, almost seductively, stroke their hard dicks. The newness of the situation was confusing. Being naked, erect and exposed so intimately with another guy was much more invigorating than either had suspected. Jeremy was the first to give in to the confusing thoughts. "So I'm not gay, but I think I could experiment maybe." Jeremy didn't believe the words coming out of his mouth. "Dude, I'm not gay either, but if you want to...what the hell...We certainly don't have our girlfriends here. Let's just get it out of the way now. Then we won't keep wondering all year." Pete smiled and picked up the pace as he worked his tool. "So do you think we're going to have sex a lot then?" Jeremy wasn't even trying to hold back anymore. He knew there was going to be sex, and he knew it would be mind-blowing. He knew he'd probably never want pussy again, especially with ball draining sex being so conveniently located in the room and embodied of one of the horniest and sexiest college guys in the world. Pete leaned forward, he didn't answer Jeremy's question with words, and instead he grabbed Jeremy and pulled him to the floor. Legs intertwined, hands explored their new partner's tight body, and two college boys kissed a kiss like there would be no more kissing for the rest of time. Both grasping each other's hard shoulders the two fought a battle with their tongues trying to fill each other with the passion of the other's love. Half an hour later, panting the foreplay had progressed to the center of the room. The two naked and rock hard men were too passionately involved and grinding into one another to notice the three young men gathered outside their window. Jeremy was still conflicted, nearly all of him wanted to stud to do incredible things to him, things no woman could do, but his mind fought him. "Dude we're not gay! Why is this so great?" Lips mashed together again, his mind was losing the battle. "Just remember, Pete, we're not gay. Just remember that when we're fucking each other's brains out." Pete closed his mouth over Jeremy's again the two struggling with the passion of the moment and with their minds. "Oh God Pete, I want you inside me. I want to see what its like to get power-fucked by the biggest stud in school." Jeremy was jerking on Pete's cock with both hands. Jeremy wanted to be a slut for that cock. "Fuck me, fuck my man pussy, rape my asshole, and make me scream your name!" Pete hopped up, straddling Jeremy's mouth and shoved his thick bone in between his moist lips. "You gotta suck me first...lube me up with that hot mouth of yours." Jeremy swallowed as much as he could, his lips caressing the shaft of his first male lover as it reached further down his throat. He wanted it all. It was fulfilling and thrilling having that much meat fill his mouth. Using his tongue Jeremy learned every texture of his lover's throbbing pole. After a few minutes Pete's solid erection backed out. With a smile Jeremy licked the slit taking a gob of Pete's precum on his tongue. The taste flooded his taste buds with a sensation of pure pleasure. "Breed me!" Jeremy gasped in the pleasure of the situation. Pete's cock couldn't get any harder. All nine and half inches were hard up and ready to take Jeremy's virginity. With his ankles on Pete's shoulders he stared into Pete's sex crazed eyes, the desire still growing. Covered with sweat it was with animal like desire that he pressed his cock against Jeremy's virginity. "Should I get a condom?" Pete could barely speak the words, feeling he was on the precipice of the most amazing sexual marathon of his life. He sucked on Jeremy's left big toe while he waited for the answer. Jeremy felt the cock head pressing against. The slick precum was moistening his hole. "No! Fuck Me! Breed Me!" Jeremy was dying from the desire to be filled in a way he had never imagined in his life. Pete smiled and entered the track star's ass. "FUCK!" Jeremy yelled in agony as Pete's massive tool broke into his virgin asshole. It hurt like hell, but beyond the pain he felt intense pleasure from being completely filled. The pain was melting away, Jeremy's head rolled back, giving him a glimpse of the window. The three guys were standing watching Jeremy's first all male sexual experience. Each of the three guys was huddled close to the window, jerking on their own erections through the zipper opening in their jeans. Pete pulled out for a second and smiled as he rammed all nine inches as far as he could into Jeremy. The pain was replaced by pure pleasure after the first few thrusts. Wave after wave of pleasure rippled through his body. The guy every girl wanted was thrusting his meat into the track star with the vigor only young men exhibit when fucking. Pete's balls smacked Jeremy's ass. The groaning from Pete was a major turn on for Jeremy who had regressed into high pitched moans of pleasure. Jeremy's whole body tingled with each thrust. Pete's eyes showed the glimmer of an animal as he pumped his way through the most passionate sex he had ever experienced. With a powerful thrust Pete's cock erupted to life inside Jeremy's ass. His cum streamed into Jeremy's defiled hole. In the midst of his fifth blast of cum, Pete pulled out. The remaining four jets of cum splashed on Jeremy's chest and face. A cheer arose from the guys jerking off at the window. Pete smiled, this was the first he had known about the observers. Caught up in the passion, he licked his cum off of Jeremy's body and then let it drip off his tongue into Jeremy's awaiting mouth. They kissed passionately celebrating their wild sex. "Well," Pete said, still out of breath from his orgasm and their kiss, "I think we owe the fans another round, and I owe you an ass to fuck. I'm gonna ride your cock so hard you will never want a chick again." Pete grabbed Jeremy's throbbing erection and sat down on it as hard as he could. Jeremy's cock ripped apart Pete's insides. The pain was intense but drove Pete's passions even further. He began to ride Pete like the chicks in high school used to ride him. He forced himself up and down over the whole length of Jeremy's cock and was shouting about how much he loved Jeremy's cock in his ass. Jeremy's hand ran up and down the length of Pete's now hardening cock like a piston. The boys were coated in sweat and cum and soon Pete exploded a second time in Jeremy's hand. Jeremy was coated by this newest load of Pete's. His face was covered with globs of the sticky cream and his chest coated as well. Jeremy came before he knew it and unloaded inside of Pete's ass. The warm sprays of love inside Pete filled Pete a feeling of lust he had never experienced before. Sloppy with cum the two first-time lovers kissed and spread cum all over their bodies. Two hours had passed since their first kissed and both men knew sex with women was a thing of the past. The prospect of a year in the same room with their passionate lover was something that drove their passionate post sex make-out session to lengths neither man had ever experienced before. An officious knock at their door reduced their passion to a simmer. The window was now empty, with no more onlookers, but there were three loads of cum dumped on the window screen from their observers. They grabbed a sheet from Pete's bed and wrapped it around their waists. Pete stood behind Jeremy in their sex wrap, and they walked to the door together. There was no sense in hiding what they had been doing; everyone on the floor had to know. Pete necked with Jeremy and pushed his rehardening cock into Jeremy's ass as Jeremy pulled open the door with a grunt. There was the RA standing in the open doorway as Jeremy was slowly getting fucked from behind. Jeremy became suddenly aware of the cum coating his face and chest as he took in the stern look of the RA. But even this interruption didn't keep Pete from continuing his gentle fuck and necking. Jeremy's erection was very obvious to anyone who saw the two naked men wrapped in a sheet and covered in cum and sweat. The RA's jaw had dropped as he watched two young men in the midst of a sexual marathon.