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Freshmen

By: Djanarchy



 Fictional characters all over 18.

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Sarah was extremely happy to meet her new roommate and to start her freshmen year at college. She was sure her and Kim would be best friends. Their college tried their best to match roommates from a questionnaire the students filled out before the new year started. So Sarah got to read a bio on Kim and she just knew that they were a good match. 

"Kim!" Sarah squealed, recognizing Kim from her photo. 

"Sarah!" Kim said holding her arms out for a hug. The girls embraced and their journey began. 

The first week was one of settling in, finding their way around campus and meeting professors. The girls got along great and they met so many new people. A long Labor Day weekend was coming up and the girls decided to have their own little blow out. Friday night the girls shared a bottle of wine as they planned out their weekend. 

"So, Sarah, how promiscuous are you?" Kim asked out of the blue. 

"Kimmmm!" Sarah acted shocked. "I had a steady boyfriend throughout high school, but we didn't do much, I was always scared of disease and pregnancy. How about you?" 

Kim pondered the question, "I've been around the block, you could say." She said laughing. Kim was feeling buzzed and comfortable. "So you've never done anything crazy huh?" 

"Never! But I've thought about some crazy stuff." Sarah replied. 

"Oooh fantasies! I love it, tell me about them!" Kim said excitedly. 

"Mmmm, I don't know, do you have any?" Sarah asked. 

Kim was happy to let Sarah in on her deep, dark thoughts. She chugged down her glass of wine. "Do you really wanna hear?" 

Sarah thought about it for a second, wondering how bad could they be. There is no way Kim could conjure up anything like the dirty fantasies she had brewing. "Of course I do!" 

Kim crept closer to Sarah and whispered, "promise you'll never tell anyone." Sarah promised with a silent pinky swear. 

A crooked smile slipped across her lips as she spoke. "I want to be a sex slave." She watched Sarah's reaction, deciding to continue. "I want to be like a pet, naked, on a leash, with a collar. Pleasuring men with my mouth and holes. And if I'm a bad doggy, I want to be spanked and abused." 

Sarah sat with her mouth open, listening to Kim's fantasy. One much like hers but a little more tame. 

"So what about you?" Kim asked, breaking the spell she had Sarah under. 

"Wellllll...promise to never tell!" The girls pinky swore again. "My fantasies are completely filthy. I...want...to be gang raped..." Sarah judged Kim's reaction. The girl sat with a shocked look on her face. 

"What?!? Like how?" Kim shrieked. 

Sarah was feeling great after a couple glasses of wine. She felt so comfortable with Kim, she decided to open up. 

"I've never told anyone this before. But, I want to be taken by multiple men. Stripped naked and forced to do everything they say. They would fuck me and fill me with cum all night long. They would then just leave me nude and covered with sperm." Sarah told her fantasies with a glimmer in her eye. 

Kim had a look of joy on her face. "You filthy, little slut!" She cooed. 

"You nasty puppy girl!" Sarah joked. Both girls laughed and shared fantasies deep into the night. 

Sarah's fantasies were just that, fantasy. She couldn't, she wouldn't ever dare live them out. Kim, on the other hand, wanted to make her fantasies come true. She thought that Sarah wanted the same thing. Kim's mind was already planning on making both their dreams reality. 

Saturday morning the campus was abuzz about all the parties, all the gatherings and the fun. Labor Day weekend was the first official all campus party. There were bands, concessions and entertainment all weekend long. 

Sarah and Kim walked around checking out everything. Kim was texting plans the whole afternoon. Sarah barely noticed. Yet most of Kim's texts involved her. Sarah wondered why every once in a while Kim would give her a sly look. 

"Who are you texting?" Sarah asked. 

"Friends, planning a party tonight." Kim said causally. 

"A party?" Sarah asked. 

"Don't worry, you are invited." Kim assured her. 

"You already have friends here? I thought you were from Utah?" Sarah wondered. 

"I have...friends...everywhere." Kim said sounding mysterious. 

"Where and when are we going?" Sarah was very curious. 

"You are going at 9, I'll already be there helping set up. I'll tell you where before I leave." Kim answered. 

"I'll help set up too!" Sarah said excited. 

"You just get dolled up and enjoy yourself." Kim told her with another crooked smile. 

The girls continued their afternoon. The party wasn't mentioned again till they got back to the dorm. Kim was wrapped in a towel, fresh out of the shower. Her body was petite, yet with full breasts and hips. Sarah admired her curves. Sarah's body is long and sleek. With perky, yet smaller breasts. Long, thin legs and tight little butt. Sometimes she wished she was more womanly. It seemed thats what guys liked nowadays. 

"Write this address down," Kim told Sarah. "And be there at 9 o'clock sharp." 

Sarah was feeling left out as she copied the address. She wanted to hang out with Kim all day and night. What was she going to do till nine? 

Kim finished getting ready and left quickly. Sarah couldn't help but notice as Kim ran out the door. She was only wearing shorts and a tee shirt. Why would she want me to get real made up? Sarah didn't care, any reason to look great. 

Sarah had some time on her hands and her thoughts traveled to the previous evening. The naughty fantasies she shared with Kim, and the ones she shared with her. Her pussy twitched thinking about all the cock. Plus she thought about cute little Kim. She envisioned Kim on her hands and knees, wearing a fluffy, pink dog collar. She fantasized about her having furry pink ears, like a cat. She thought about her having a pink, fluffy tail. She thought about Kim staring up at her, with big, warm, loving eyes. Sarah's tight, small slit moistened. Her hands wandered down to her shorts. She softly rub herself over her clothes. She couldn't help herself, she hadn't been alone for weeks. She loved touching herself when she could. She stood, made sure the door was locked and slipped her shorts and top off. She sat back and closed her eyes. Her fingers crept into her panties. In her fantasy three nude men came rushing through the door. Their cocks swinging and bouncing as they approached her. Her fingers kept rubbing up and down her warm, wet slit. Their cocks bobbed in her face. Kim crawled between her legs. Sarah imagined Kim's hot, wet tongue licking her up and down. 

Sarah searched deeper into folds as she imagined Kim lapping at her pussy. The cocks were oozing with cum. She imagined kissing and sucking on all of them. The men pulled her on top of Kim's smiling face. Their cocks started slapping her again as Kim sucked Sarah's swollen twat. Sarah couldn't stop the impending orgasm if she tried. The cocks in her fantasy exploded hot cream all over her, as her pussy exploded in reality. Sarah slumped into the chair as her body trembled and quaked. 

After her shower Sarah put on her favorite dress. Did her hair and make-up and headed for the address that Kim had given her. Sarah was excited about her first college party. She thought that she might meet a great new guy there. She arrived at the place right at nine o'clock. It was an old looking warehouse. There was music and laughter coming from inside. Sarah thought that this would be a great place for a party. Secluded, away from town and big enough to entertain. She walked briskly up to the door and walked right in. 

The scene inside wasn't what she expected at all. The lighting was low, but she could make out a crowd of men standing in a circle. They were laughing and cheering about something. Sarah quietly crept closer and seen the men were gathered around another person. Sarah's eyes adjusted to the lighting and she seen it was Kim. She was sucking off one of the men. The others had their cocks out too, they were stroking them, waiting their turn. Sarah made a small gasping sound when she saw Kim. The men broke the circle and turned to look at Sarah. She didn't notice the men, she couldn't take her eyes off of Kim. She was completely nude, mascara dripped down her cheeks. She was wearing a collar and one of the men held a leash. She was filthy from the dirty floor. She didn't seem happy. Sarah turned to leave. 

"Sarah! Help me!" Kim shouted after her, her voice trembling. 

Sarah turned thinking she could save Kim. Her mind couldn't think quicker then the men. They grabbed Sarah roughly and dragged her over to Kim. 

"Help me fuck these guys!" Kim said smiling. 

Sarah just stared in shock as the men ripped at her clothes. 

"Nooo, don't do that!" She begged and tried to struggle free. The men had her completely naked quickly. Sarah looked at Kim with a pleading glance. 

"It's time to make our fantasies a reality!" Kim said and sucked another cock down her throat. 

"Noooo, I didn't want this!" Sarah said as she was forced to her hands and knees. Hands pawed all over her entire body. Her breasts were squeezed roughly. Her ass smacked. Her hair was pulled from behind as the first cock rammed deep inside her pussy. Kim knelt in front of her, bobbing up and down on the guys rock, hard prick. Sarah tried to struggle, she tried to fight. It was all for nothing. 

A man knelt in front of her. 

"Suck on this honey." He said causally. 

"I won't!" Sarah cried. 

"Do it good or I'll have to hurt you!" He growled. His cock forced it's way past Sarah's lips. He gagged her with the length. 

Kim got the first orgasm of the evening. The mans spunk coated her entire mouth. It shot down her throat, yet she saved a huge mouthful. She crawled over to Sarah and moved the man face fucking her aside. Her mouth met Sarah's and she spit the salty, warm cream inside. Sarah retched and spit it out. 

"Kim! It was just a fantasy!" She sobbed. 

"Just let go Sarah! Enjoy yourself!" Kim laughed and crawled to another guy. 

The cock pulled out of her pussy and started dancing and rubbing around her butthole. Another cock was forced into her mouth. She was unable to protest. 

The hard, thick cock was pushing into her tight asshole. Sarah was crying out from pain. Her cries were muffled by the fleshy rod. She felt like she was being ripped in two as it sunk deep into her bowels. The man in her mouth came hard, holding her head. The cum poured straight down her throat. He didn't let her go until he was completely drained. She wanted to vomit. She slumped to the floor. Freeing the penis from her ass. She curled into the fetal position. Whispering, "no more...please!"

Two men grabbed her wrists and dragged her to a filthy old mattress in the corner. The flung her onto it. Men were now completely undressed and surrounded her. Sarah's mind went dark as the men pounder her pussy, mouth and ass for what seemed like forever. Globs of jizz covered her face and body. Every once in a while she would feel Kim's presence. Kissing her or licking her. She didn't even realize what was going on any longer. 

After every man came at least twice, they left her alone. Sarah heard the them giving Kim orders. She thought she heard her protest, then she heard heavy smacking noises. 

"You will do as you are told whore!" One man yelled. SMACK! 

Sarah opened her eyes when she felt Kim's soft touch and her body heat. 

"Sarah, baby, I need to clean you up. Just hold still." She said. 

She rolled Sarah to her stomach and lifted her hips up a bit. 

"Don't look towards the camera baby. No one will know it's you." She whispered to Sarah. 

Sarah buried her face into the filthy, sweat and cum soaked mattress. Kim started to lick her body. Moving to her sore and battered bottom. The feel of Kim's tongue and lips on her asshole was a welcome relief from the fucking she received. Kim licked almost every inch of Sarah's body. The whole time she was ordered what to do next. Sarah felt the hot, bright light of the camera, but concealed her face the best she could. 

The next thing Sarah knew, she was alone. The warehouse was dark and quiet. She opened her eyes and saw the sun was rising. Bring enough light to let Sarah gather her tattered clothes and find the way out. 

She staggered out into the morning light. She looked herself over. She was covered in filth and her clothes barely hung on her. She stood and cried. Visions of the night before tore through her memory. She was sore all over. Her pussy and bottom ached. 

She got into her car and started driving back to her dorm, hoping no one would see her. 

She wondered if she should take Kim flowers or just thank her for a beautiful evening.

Freshmen Journey



It was not exactly what she had expected, but it was Florida. That had been one of her top criteria in selecting a school, despite her parent's objections. She had wanted a larger public university, as close to the beach as possible, offering a bunch of degrees so that she could experiment around a bit. Well, instead she got small, private, but close to the beach. And since Florida was out of state, she had settled because they offered her a huge financial aid package. Sometimes you just need to compromise. 

Sarah looked around the parking lot, taking in the chaos of moving day, her long blond hair fighting to flow with the breeze coming off the ocean, but restrained by the bun she had put it in to keep out of her gray eyes. Her whole family was here to help her move in, but since one billion freshmen had apparently had that same thought; it now seemed like they got more in each others way then actually helped out. A sigh passed her pouty lips, as she picked up another box, wondering why she had brought so much stuff.

"Let me help you with that." She turned, and had to shield her eyes from the sun as a man detached himself from the crowd, and came towards her. Now here was college hunk material! He was over six feet, with a frame that strained against his tight t-shirt. She could see the muscles ripple in his body as he took the box from her with no problem, looking as if he was waiting for her to stack another on top of it. His own brown hair was what her father would consider excessively long, dancing around his face, his dark eyes twinkling in the sun. Tall, dark, handsome. And it was only her first day! She came back to reality, his voice seemingly talking to her again, "I'm Mike, I'm your first year mentor." 

"Ohh." She had received letters and brochures about this program, and her parents had been very happy with it, since they had been concerned that their daughter would be swallowed up whole by the university experience, and spit out a drop out. However, her mentor had never actually gotten in touch with her, as promised by the school. That had caused some parental phone calls, but now that was all forgiven.

She handed him another box in somewhat of a daze, and he wandered off, introducing himself to her parents as he went. She heard her father laugh, and her younger brother scream something in the way that four year olds are want to do. Her mother walked up, fanning herself. "Well...I guess this just might work out well for you."

You could hear the music bumping on the street, the palm trees seemed to even be moving to the groove. It was like something out of a music video to her, beautiful people all dressed up, everybody seemed to have a drink in their hand, everybody enjoying themselves. She followed Mike through the door, down a long hallway, and into an open living room that held standard college furniture, meaning it had been used, abused, spit out, and then come to rest here. However, the stereo and big screen TV were all state of the art. Of course. Bachelor pad. He led her over to what looked to her like a professional DJ station, where a guy she supposed was one of the hosts was working the tunes. Introductions were made, and she noticed the way he tried to look down the white tank top she was wearing. It went well with the dark skirt and sandals, and she was flattered. Earl was at least a junior, like Mike. 

"Welcome to the party. Grab a drink, hang out. Meet some people. Welcome to college!" She thanked him, and then followed Mike back into the kitchen, looking around. She had never seen so much alcohol! During her senior year, she had discovered beer, and the fact that she did not like it. Wine coolers were ok, but not really her thing, either. Four kegs were lined up against the back wall, wrapped in trash bags full of ice. Coolers of canned beer were stacked underneath the counter. The sink was full of ice, and held larger bottles of liquors she had only heard other kids talk about, seen on TV, or read about in magazines. Up on shelves above the counter more alcohol was lined up. As Mike opened up the fridge, more came into view. He pulled two cups out, poured himself some concoction, and then turned to her. "What do you want?"

"I don't know. Whatever you are having." She watched him drop ice cubes into the red plastic cup, then splash a dark liquid over it, followed by coke. He grabbed a little stir-straw, stirred it up, and handed her the drink. "What is it?" She took a sip, the familiar flavor of the coke somewhat diluted. "Jack & Coke. No need to go crazy your first time out, testing the water. Your parents might drive down here and shoot me if you get alcohol poisoning your first semester down here. In the future, we'll try light liquors, such as vodka. That is what your goal should be. Most people can drink vodka all night, and not have a hangover." He smiled at her, his arm slowly snaking around her back and pulling her into an almost protective embrace. He did that often, and it always caused a warm feeling to spread through her body. She was not sure if it was the alcohol or him this time, but it always felt good. 

"Thanks for taking me out with you." She meant it, as she leaned up against him, watching the crowd in the other room move to the music. She had made friends since coming here, but most of them were freshmen themselves, and so did not have the in's to any cool parties or anything. Many had turned down having a mentor, further reducing the network of chances to go anywhere cool. "No problem, it's what I'm here for." But even amongst those that did have mentors, Mike took the crown. Most were simply academic in nature, and she had heard that they actually got three credit hours for this experience. Some of her friends complained of only seeing their mentor once a week, so he could ask how classes were going, offer a bit of advice, then disappear. Mike was always around, and only phones call away if she ever had a question or needed something. He took her out to dinner, or just hung out. In a way, he had become a big brother to her. She hoped that when she pushed her body against his like this; he could feel that she wanted him to be more.

"Come on, let me introduce you to some more people." He pulled her back into the living room, working the crowd. Another thing he was damn good at. After a while she wandered outside, slowly sipping her drink and contemplating getting another. He was inside, laughing at something with some of his buddies. They were all older, and while most of them had leered at her, she did not get the inside jokes. "Having fun?" It was Earl, relieved of DJ duty, handing her a new cup. He was sipping his own, and she eyed the one he handed her for a second, causing him to laugh. "You want me to take a sip from it to prove that I am not trying to slip you a roofie?" He took it back, and almost had it at his lips when she grabbed his arm. "No, it's ok. Hey, I went to high school in Ohio, and then freshman seminary, they try to make you think every senior guy out there wants to drug, rape, and rob you." She smiled at him, and wrapped her arms around herself against an imaginary cold, which had the effect of pushing her breasts up some. That was the real goal here, and it worked. Instantly the topic went from date-rape drugs to school. He went through the standard college rhythm, where are you from, what is your major, why, how do you like it, does dorm life still suck, yeah that professor is an asshole, chicken finger Wednesday is money in the east cafeteria, are you in any clubs, play any sports, until finally he asked her if she had seen the whole house. That then led to the tour, starting on the back patio they were standing on, down into the basement and the fun room with billiards, beer pong, and table tennis tables, along with two bedrooms and a bathroom. Back up, living room, kitchen, another bathroom, and a master bedroom converted to a DJ/band practice room/recording studio/storage room. The bathroom apparently did not work, and she was warned against using it. Major party foul. Upstairs, another bathroom, another bedroom, and finally Earls room.

"Very well done." She looked around, running her fingers through her hair. She wondered if he got that hint. He had had a couple. "Thank you, I got the posters down at the auction they have every..."

"I mean the tour, dofus. You got it to end in your room." She dropped onto the couch, crossing her legs and setting her drink down on his computer desk, careful not to spill the alcohol on anything. "Uhmmm..." Earl had apparently not thought past that little point in his plan, and now was caught half drunk and flat footed in the middle of his own room. "Well, you could sit down with me..." She smiled, then beckoned him forward with her finger. He came, kneeling on the floor before her. She had noticed earlier that he filled out his t-shirt nicely, but now up close, he fit the Florida beach mold even better. Bleach blond hair probably a product of lemon juice, and spiked with a bit too much gel, he was probably not ashamed when his shirt came off.

"Sarah...I..." She could smell the alcohol this close to him, and figured that the drug comment earlier was probably still bouncing around in his head, and so decided that if she did not put energy into this system, it might come to a standstill. Leaning forward, she locked lips with him. Now here was something he understood, and he almost instantly wrapped her up in those big arms. Tongues danced back and forth, and shortly he was on top of her on the couch, bodies writing in the type of ecstasy that college, alcohol, and the summer heat tend to produce. His hardness was pressing into her through the thin fabric of his shorts, and his hands were having a hard time trying to decide if he should grab her ass, or try to grope her tits. Initially he settled on her ass, squeezing the firm, full roundness of her behind. She would swear he almost moaned when he did so, as her knee gently probed between his legs, rubbing against his cock. "Slow down, I'm not going anywhere." He laughed at that one, and began kissing down her neck, as his hands began to push up her skirt. "I said slow down." He sat up, not really sure how much time had passed in the high speed make out session. "Uhhmm..." apparently the confusion was back. "Earl...nice guy and all...slow down or I'm out of here." 

"I think maybe..." He sat back, obviously trying to calculate his next move. She made it easy on him, standing up and heading back downstairs. Well, that had proven her point. Guys wanted her. Guys could not contain themselves. And unfortunately for one guy, they could not take hints.

The sand was hot to the touch, the sun beating down relentlessly upon the wooden boardwalk and people lining it. Sarah was wearing a stylish blue sundress, along with white thong sandals, with straps wrapping up around her legs. She knew she was drawing looks, and enjoyed it. Her skin had acquired a deep tan since leaving Ohio, and a friend of hers who had come down for the weekend a month back had commented that she had never looked better.

But it seemed all for naught. She stole a glance across the top of her "Introduction to Economics" book, catching a glance of Mike. He was stretched out in his own chair, a mango daiquiri in front of him, along with his laptop, and his own books and notes. She could see the well muscled calves stretching out of his red and white Bermuda shorts, and arms that rippled with definition coming out of his t-shirt. Greek god, her grandmother had said when she came through on her annual trek to Miami for some festival. And yet, this very clearly male specimen of college student seemed not interested in her at all. She had done all she could over time, from "letting" him walk in on her half naked, to asking him advice on sex and dating, to wearing clothes as close to "slutty" as she would allow herself, and he just did not bite! It had been killing her for over a month now. She had had several dates, and even a make out session over in East Quad, but none of those guys came close to being as hot as Mike. She watched as he noticed a girl go by, his eyes tracking her for a moment, then rolling back to looking across the slow moving river of people. He noticed her staring at him, and gave her one of his million watt smiles.

"What's up smurf?" That was his name for her, she was not really sure why, but it sounded cute when it came out of his mouth, so she did not care.

"Did you think she was hot?" Her head inclined towards the woman that had just passed. Studying was forgotten. She wanted to get to the bottom of this mystery now. "She had a nice bod, yeah." He looked back over his shoulder at her, as if he wanted to reassure himself of his answer. "Ok, so what makes her hot?" She leaned back in her chair, her breasts straining against the dress. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a table full of guys in the corner of the porch trying to be sneaky and point at her, but she did not even care. That only convinced her more that Mike was missing something.

"What are you getting at?" He seemed to be able to just look through her like that sometimes, with that dreamy smile, always in that relaxed pose of not letting the world bother him. "Ok...I see you look at a lot of girls. When you take me out, there are always girls around, and I've seen you kiss a couple of them. But here I am, and I've been trying to get you to notice me for damn near half a semester now, and I'm not getting anywhere! I mean, look at these!" She cupped her tits, lifting them up towards him. Somebody dropped a cup behind her, and she heard somebody gasp. "Do you see the dress I'm wearing? My parents would send me straight to hell if they saw this. I have a string up my ass, and have had a string up my ass for six weeks now, just to avoid a panty line when I walk in front of you. Which I do a lot, even when I'm not sure were we are going, just so I can shake my ass at you in the way that I hope turns you on. I've become an expert at makeup, but that don't seem to work either." She raised her foot up, sensuously red nails glimmering in the sun from underneath the white straps. "Do you see these? Roman legionnaires wore these and conquered the known world. I don't know how, they hurt after about two hours of wear, but I have damn nice legs, I'll tell you. I work out four days a week to look like this, but do you even give me a second look? I'm missing out here, Mikey!" That was her name for him, taken from a hunkish cartoon character. She was steamed, out of breath, and almost hyperventilating when she ended her little tirade, unaware that every guy in the place was either starring at her, or trying not to.

"Uhh...I'm very flattered. Listen...I think I know where this is going..." It was the first time she had seen him at a loss for words. She almost felt bad for having put him in that situation, not really sure why.

"Ok, I'll tell you what." He looked at his watch, then thought for a short moment. "I have psych later, how about you come by tonight, I'll cook dinner, and I'll explain it all to you." 

That took her aback. In all this time, she had never been to his place. She had fantasized about it many a times, and even stood outside before, but she had never been inside. In her mind, it was a den of sexual iniquity, where all kinds of kinky things would be done to her, and she might even have her first girl-on-girl experience with him supervising and rewarding his two little freshman sex toys with his affection. She had been drunk when she came up with that one.

"Ok." That was not what she had expected, but was not really sure what else to say. She noticed for the first time the looks coming her way, but instead of looking down, she slowly swiveled her head around, starring down each guy in turn. It felt good. Yeah, they all wanted her. She looked back at Mike, who was stealing glances at her while writing something in his planner. She would just make him want her, too.

The building was a three story white stucco affair, with a pool outback, and palms sprinkled on the property. It had apparently been a family house at one point, then converted to three apartments. He lived on the top floor, and she climbed the stairs with some hesitation. She heard girls yelling and hooting on the first floor, and wondered if that had anything to do with her current situation. Maybe he had a girlfriend. She had learned that the reason he had never contacted her before the beginning of the semester was because he had spent a year abroad, working in Africa with an international aid organization. Who knew...or maybe...

She stood in front of the door, and finally found the courage to knock. The door almost flew open, and Mike stood before her. But... "When did you get that tattoo?" She pointed at his arm, a quizzical look on her face. It was Mike, but it wasn't. "I've had it for years. You must be Sarah. I'm Dave, Mike's brother." He stepped aside, and let her in. Now she was confused. She did not know that Mike had a brother! How could he keep that from her? She turned, and watched as Dave walked back into what she guessed was his room. Then he stopped, turned, and came back towards her. "I forgot, you've never been here." He walked past her, down the hallway, and turned right into the kitchen, where his brother was standing over the stove, working on something that smelled great. 

"Thanks for letting her come over." Mike wiped his hands in a dish towel, and handed his brother a beer, who took it, muttered something that sounded oddly rude, then watched him head back out. He pointed to the table and chairs, and sat across from her.

"Dinner is almost ready. Can I stall you that long?"

"NO! I didn't know you had a brother. What else have you been keeping from me?" Now it was even more certain that he had a girlfriend. Now she felt like an asshole. Actually, she was waiting for this gorgeous brunette waif to hop out of the cabinet, and claw her eyes out for trying to entice her boyfriend, no probably fiancé, with her g-string and sundress. 

"Ok." He offered her a Corona, which she accepted, watching him slice and dive the lime, then handing it to her. She had developed a taste for the Mexican beer, partially because he was a big fan of it, but had not acquired the skill for liming it. "Well...uhmm...where do I start. Ok, yes I have a brother. Dave and I are not really on speaking terms that well. It is getting better, but the reason I have never had you up here is that he does not like it when my friends come over. So out of respect for his wishes, they stay away. I keep them away, I should say." He took a pull from his beer bottle, looking at her through the glass. It was clear she was not satisfied from the way she was blowing her bangs out of her eyes. "Ok then! The whole...thing. Well....uhm...I guess I thought you knew...ahhh. Ok, I'll just come out and say it. I'm gay. There. You happy now?" His face was red, and he followed up the announcement with another long drag from the bottle.

"You're gay?" She had to admit that she had considered the possibility, but then dismissed it just as rapidly. Now she wondered if that had anything to do with her almost obsessive desires to get in his pants. She had rarely been so stuck in neutral in her life. "Yes, I'm gay. So when you and Earl were kinda getting together, I was really happy, cause I thought it would take the pressure off...well me. But then that did not work out. You dated Justin, but he kinda flaked out on us...you. So...yeah."

"Wow." She sat back, as he placed a plate in front of her. She began to eat, mainly out of reflex, and so that she would not feel as if she had a talk for a while, giving her time to think. "So Dave..."

"I came out to my family towards the end of sophomore year. My father all but disowned me at first, and my mother cried for days. I decided to go abroad for a year, and work in Africa. Give them time, get away for a bit. I had my packet all turned in when I found out that Dave had turned his in to go with me. At the time I was a scrawny little college nerd. He had always been the big jock, super athlete, Mr. I-can-do-anything-go-anywhere-and-be-successful. He was afraid Africa would eat me alive. And it probably would have, had he not been there in the beginning. I mean, some of those places are like fourth, fifth, sixth world. But over time it came out how he felt. He despised me for the pain I had caused our parents. To him, I am dead. But my parents somehow still love me, so he went to make sure that they did not totally lose their son. We are twins, obviously, I am younger by four minutes. So I'm the baby. That is the family joke. Not very funny to you, obviously." He stopped talking, and finished his beer in one long draw, almost instantly opening another. She could see that he did not enjoy talking about this with her.




Freshmen Journey



She said nothing, finally stood, walked around the table and hugged him. "It is not that you are not an attractive girl Sarah, you are a hottie. But..." He said nothing more as she squeezed him tight to her. She did not know why, but it seemed like the thing to do, and it felt good. 

"Excuse me." Dave walked back into the room, scaring the lights out of her, and causing her to jump back. That bumped her into the stove, which made one of the pans jump off and into her back. The scalding heat threw her forward again, into his arms. Dave caught her in his arms, a smile actually creeping into his face. "Been a while since a girl did that." He held on for a moment, then let her go, helping his brother clean up. "I'm really sorry, it was..." They both shushed her, then sat back down to eat. She offered Dave the rest of hers, since she had spilled most of his, and he finally accepted. 

"So did you tell her?" She took the time they were talking it over to study Dave. His hair was cut shorter then Mike, and instead of just falling around his face was spiked up with gel. He had a small sun tattooed on his back, some tribal band around his right arm, and what looked like a family crest or coat of arms on his left. She noticed that they had stopped talking when it dawned on her that they were both starring at her. "Yeah, he does like his ink for some reason." Dave flexed his arm, making the tattoo look bigger somehow.

"So...if you need a new mentor, I can totally understand."

"No! No way, you are the best one around, I would not trade you for the world! I don't care. I mean, that's your thing, now I don't have to worry about you just wanting to get in my pants! I'll just hit on your brother." She wrapped hear arms around Dave's, laying her head against his shoulder, and making a show of smelling his chest. They all laughed, but she noticed that he did not pull away. Finally she released his arm, but only cause it seemed like the thing to do. "Ok, I have to go study for econ. I was going to do that earlier, but somebody had to make a scene." She blew Mike a kiss, and was about to head out when she noticed that Dave had slipped on a shirt and was following her down the hall. "I'll walk you home." 

They walked across campus in silence, broken only by him pointing out his major when they passed the computer science building. They came to a halt before her dorm, and she faced him, not really sure why he had come. They looked at each other for a second, then he leaned down, planting his lips on hers. His arms enclosed her in a private world of lips and kissing, and she wished/hoped/prayed that it would not end, but of course it did, and way too soon.

"Come by tomorrow?" He kissed her again, then turned and headed back the way they had come. Now she was really confused.

It would have helped if she had been able to talk the whole situation over with Molly, her roommate, but it did not feel right since she did not know if this was something that Mike wanted to keep private. She was from a small town in Ohio, where homosexuality didn't exist...or did it? It probably did, she decided now, but it was very quiet and hush, hush. Which was why she could not call her mother and talk about it. Her parents would be down here on the next flight, and yank her out of school before the phone was done ringing. Instead she studied basic economic principles, and kept turning Dave's words in her head. 

Thursday was an easy day to her. Two classes, one of which she had a test in, so she got to leave early. She had done well since coming to school, mainly because Mike required her to study at least ten hours a week, which made the parental units happy. So when she walked out of the classroom to see him standing there, it was no surprise. He usually found a way to be around after he tests. They walked in silence to the little café tucked into the bottom of the business building, another ritual, and he bought her a French vanilla latte', while she found a seat outside in the sun.

"Your brother asked me to come over later." She took the coffee, slowly sipping the hot liquid, watching him for reaction.

"Are you going to?"

"Well, obviously you are part of the decision process here. I've relied on you for guy advice since coming here, no point in stopping now. And he is your brother, making you a subject matter expert. I don't want it to be weird between the two of you or anything."

"He told me you were coming over. He also told me he kissed you last night."

She did not really like his tone, it was to matter of fact, not his normal self. She leaned over, putting her head on his shoulder, eyes locking somewhere over his nose. "What's wrong? You upset at me?"

"No...not really. No. I'm not. It's just...ok...I guess...I think I'm jealous."

She actually smiled at that, and he smiled back at her. Slowly she sat back up, crossing her legs to face him. "Now, now. Is there some bad history between the two of you guys on girls?" She took another sip, making a show of watching him over the tip of her Styrofoam cup.

"Yes. We used to steal girls from each other like crazy. In junior high, like. Then it kinda stopped. I guess here he is getting the last laugh. I just don't want this to be some thing where he is trying to get at me through you."

"So ask him."

"What?"

"He is your brother, just ask him what his intentions are." She finished her coffee, and tossed it into the trashcan in a slow, flat arc.

"I guess. Ok, I'll do that. Are you gonna come over later?"

"I was planning on it, yes."

"Give me until two, he doesn't get out of class until twelve something." He leaned forward and hugged her close to him, then stood and headed home.

She climbed the stairs again, again hearing women's voices on the first floor, that odd silence on the second. Finally she stood before their door, which was cracked open. "Hello?" She pushed it open, and headed inside, looking into Dave's room. Empty. She heard muffled noises from further in, so headed down the hall, checking the kitchen. Empty. She turned, following the noise to the door to what she suspected was Mike's room. Knock, no answer. Knock, knock, still no answer. Slowly she pushed the door open, and looked in.

Mike and Dave were on the floor, in what she suspected was some kind of wrestling move thing, rolling around, both breathing heavy, both trying to pin the other. She pushed the door open and jumped on top of them, her small body seeming insignificant next to theirs as they rolled, but her voice clearly coming out over the struggle. "STOP IT! STOP FIGHTING!" They continued to roll around, and suddenly she found herself at the bottom of this dogpile, a possibility she had not at all been prepared for. Now she pushed against them, totally in vain, when they stopped, and looked down at her. "You guys are crushing me." They grinned at her, but made no attempt to move, so she started smacking and swatting at them. "If you dumb-dumb's don't get up you won't have a cute blond to hang out with anymore." Dave started to inhale deeply, his chest rising and pushing into her even more. "OK...", her voice now labored,"...not funny." The boys finally rolled of her, and she took a second to look around the room she had fantasized about so much. In reality, it was a tad bit disappointing, just a boy's room that needed somebody to come through and clean up a bit. A lot, actually.

"We weren't fighting. I just had to remind him who was older, wiser, better." Dave was propped up on one arm, inspecting his right hand. Mike had rolled onto his back next to Sarah, and was breathing hard. "Yeah right. I had you until she showed up. Needed a girl to save your ass." She sat up, looking from one to the other. "Guys are so weird." She was even more surprised when Dave leaned over, kissing her lips softly. "Glad you came over." 

"So..."

"We talked. It's cool. I just told dickface over there that I saw you first, and he should always remember it. Now get out of my room if you are going to suck face." He shook his fist, and for a second she thought he was mad at her, but then he laughed, and she relaxed. But Dave did stand and head into the living room, so after sharing another glance with Mike, and having him nod at her to follow, she did.

The couch was more along the lines of what she had imagined, large and overstuffed, she sank into it next to him. "So..." She was looking at him, trying to decide her next move, watching him look at her.

"The standard thing to do now would be for me to ask you out on a date." He seemed to enjoy this rather much. That smile was twinkling around his lips again, and she wondered what was so amusing about this whole situation. "So are you asking me on a date?"

"Sure, why not. What are you doing tomorrow? Friday, perfect date day." He had snaked his arms around her, and leaned in slowly. She closed her eyes, and allowed the sensation of his kiss to flood over her. Somewhere in between she moaned her agreement to a date, or whatever else he wanted, as his hands roamed over her body, exploring each crevice in ways that she had been imagining for a long time. She would have done the same thing to him, but she was so stunned by recent events that all she could do was sit there and let him touch her. Her body was on fire. Slowly he kissed down her neck, nibbling around the collar of her shirt. His hands slipped underneath the soft fabric, creeping upwards until he was cupping her breasts. She inhaled sharply, as his fingers rolled her nipples through her demi-cup bra. She moaned again, her hands finally finding the will to move up and grab his arms. She had always wanted to feel a guys arms that were muscled like these, and the final touch made her moist. She grabbed his back, pulling his shirt off, and began to kiss his chest, noticing that he was oddly hairless. She instantly became a fan. His hands were still at work, and suddenly he sat up, pulling her into his lap. Her blouse disappeared to somewhere else, followed shortly thereafter by her bra. One nipple made the journey into his mouth, teased by a skilled tongue, nibbled on gently by experienced teeth, then the other. Her fingers ran through his hair, pulling him into her chest as she ground her pussy into his leg. She felt the pressure on her ass as he grabbed it, pulling her into him, and they kissed again, both out of breath, but not done yet. 

She would never remember how long they made out on the couch like that, but it seemed like forever. Finally he separated from her, looking down at the happy little blond from a propped up arm. "You do that fairly well." He leaned down, kissing her on her closed eyes. She only moaned again.

She felt giddy. That was about the only way to express it. Butterflies in her stomach giddy. First date giddy...which is what it was, after all. Friday was date day, and so every Friday afternoon the girl's freshman dorm turned itself into a big spa party. Just under two hundred girls shared the building, and oddly enough, most got along just fine. So the selection of makeup, clothes, shoes, and whatever other accessories you needed was huge. At this moment, about twenty of the products of this frenzy standing on the patio outside Wallach Hall, waiting to be picked up by their various dates. They chatted, some smoked, all looked cute, and enjoyed being good looking girls in college. Sarah loved being a part of it. 

Dave was on time, which already scored him points with her. Not that he needed any, as he pulled up to the sidewalk on his motorcycle. That did throw a loop in her plan, as she was wearing a summer dress, along with two inch heels. A friend of hers had done her hair, and she had gone through considerable effort to paint both sets of nails. 

"You ready?" It was not so much a question as a statement way of saying 'hi', before he wrapped her up in his arms, and laid one on her. Hesitations floated away, thoughts of wasted time and effort disappeared, and all there only was the kiss. It turned out they were walking, down the main drag towards the beach. Just before they hit the strip they took a turn down a small alley, coming to a nondescript door. He pulled it open, ushering her inside. She was surprised to see that she was standing in a small foyer of what appeared to be a rather upscale restaurant. Dave got a hug from the hostess, then they were lead up two flights of stairs, coming to rest on the rooftop. A table in one of the corners was set out already, with a small sign reading 'reserved' clueing in waiters that it would shortly be occupied. They sat, he ordered their drinks, then faced her. She was looking down on the bustling street, and out over the ocean. "I always wondered how you got up here." She had seen the rooftop dinners from the street before, and always wanted to be one of them, preferably with her dream guy. "Thanks for bringing me here." She wondered if his brother had clued him in on her desire to eat here, or if he simply was that good. He smiled back at her, his fingers twirling the fork. He seemed riddled with nervous energy. It turned her on in ways she could have never imagined.

Dinner to her had always seemed the perfect date thing to do, because you got a free meal out of it, and you had total freedom of what to do afterwards. Once again, this was true. And she tried to drop the hint that she wanted HIM to take HER to SOME bed...preferably his. When they walked back, and took the turn towards his place, she let out internal cries of happiness. 

The apartment was dark, and neither made a turn to hit any light switches. He lead her into his dark bedroom, and she sat down on the bed without any words being said. He sat next to her, and for once she got the jump on him. Before he could move she threw herself on him, lips finding his, hands pushing him down into the bed. She took the time to actually unbutton his shirt, mainly because she could not afford to replace it, then kissed down his chest. There ripples of muscle everywhere and a single pearl of sweat added spice to the experience. He reached down, pulling her up to his face, and their lips locked again. His hand seemed everywhere, and slowly he slipped her dress up, higher, higher, higher, until it sat around her waist, and he was fingering her through what little protection a thong offered. She moaned softly into his lips, her wetness increasing with each stroke of his skilled finger. 

"You know, you do that..."

There was a loud crash, followed by several loud bangs, and then yells and screams from the hallway. He pushed her away with one smooth motion he was up and out the room, his body racing into the darkness. There was another loud yell, then the light came on. Mike was standing next to the door, with four girls around him. One was on her knees, and seemed to be in the finishing stages of puking her guts out. Another did not look so well, and the other two seemed to be working hard to ignore their friends' predicament by being as drunk as possible.

"The fuck is going on?" Dave did not seem happy at all, standing there shirtless, with her trying to stay out of view as best as possible in his room. 

"Sorry, dude, they saw me come in, and followed me up." Mike was trying his best to herd the girls out the door, with very little success. "You guys need a hand?" Sarah did not know what else to say, and when everybody turned to look at her, she wished she had not said it at all.

"So I guess that was the end to that date, huh?" Molly was a good roommate, with the limited experience that Sarah had. She had been dating Jack for two years now, who was currently attending college about three hours further north. They were both from Florida, which made her a useful local asset. 

"Yeah, pretty much. I helped that girl clean up, and then they all went back downstairs, and it was kind of a mood kill, the way the apartment smelled. So we made out a bit more, and then came home. We'll go out again, and maybe I'll get lucky."

"Ya feel lucky?" Even in her huskiest voice, Molly still sounded about as southern as southern gets. "How lucky do you want to get?" And as southern as she was, she loved gossip. Even if it was about her best friend here at college.

"Really lucky. Reaaaaally lucky."

The house seemed to be shaking from the foundation with the bass coming out of the speakers sprinkled everywhere. These guys had bought into wireless technology in a big way, and the fact that the whole house sounded great was a testament to that. The beach was right across the street, the hot tub out back was steaming with girls wearing less cotton then you find in the top of an aspirin bottle, and the alcohol was flowing like rain in the Amazon. Sarah did not fully understand why people in college went out on a Thursday, much less threw parties, but whatever. The end of the semester was near, and party was in the air.

Her body was pressed against his, and they were moving to the music with that rhythm built by hormones, alcohol, and an attraction neither wanted to nor could deny. In the sea of bodies dancing on the back patio they were but one couple, but at that moment probably the one with the least air between them. It did not take long, then the heat became unbearable, and they had to move inside. It was straight into lip lock territory from there, and after a short bit of stumbling, they ended up in the downstairs bathroom. It was damn cramped, but when you are trying to crawl into each others skin, that makes very little difference. 

They kissed long and hard, his hands working to slowly pull her dress up, and slide underneath. The passed the thong, and worked up, up, up, up until he came to her bra again, and unhooked it. She moaned as he bit into her neck and pulled it away, tossing it somewhere up on the lights. She was busy herself, unbuttoning his shirt, and reaching in to feel his hot body. A sigh passed her lips as he rolled her nipples between his fingers, kissing her all over. Her hands ran further down, unbuckling his belt, and reaching in to find something hot, hard, and heavy in her hand. She had never felt his cock before with her hands, but she instantly her pussy drenched. It was pulsing in her hand, and she slowly started to stroke him up and down.

Now it was his turn to moan, as he pulled back a bit and looked into her eyes. His arms still surrounded her, holding her close, and the she only kissed him back. "I really want this." He smiled, as well, and let himself be pushed back, sitting down on the toilet. She almost slithered under the sink to get down on her knees, but when his manhood sat large in front of her face, it was worth it.

She figured this was a bad time to mention that she had never done this, so she just opened her mouth, and flicked her tongue out. She had seen a porn before, and slobbing it up first seemed to make sense. Toying with the large shaft before her face, she pumped it gently with one, the other one tentatively reaching out to touch his balls. Finally she pushed it into her mouth, letting it slide all the way back until she started to gag. She heard a sharp intake of breath, and it brought a smile to her face. She had never been this wet.

Moving her head back, she slid it back out and flicked her tongue all over the purple head again. It tasted salty, and she instantly fell in love with the sensation of his cock in her mouth. Gripping it a bit firmer, she pumped him a bit faster, cupping his balls, and rolling them. Sliding him back in, she tightened her lips around him, and was rewarded with more moans. His hand reached down and grabbed a hold of her hair. She liked that, too.

Picking up the pace a bit, she let him fuck her mouth, his hips bucking into her now, building a rhythm she really enjoyed. He was going slowly, and she appreciated it. It built confidence, and she could now tell by the moans and his breathing what he liked. Gently she used her teeth, then a bit more, tightening her grip on his cock even more. 




Freshmen Journey



She looked up, and saw the sweat drip of his brow. He had his eyes closed, his breathing was ragged and irregular, and he looked incredible. Suddenly his cock started to buck in her mouth, and she sucked it all the way in. She was not a virgin, and pretty sure what was happening here.

She was not disappointed, as she pulled back a bit, and the first rope of thick white cum hit the back of her throat, almost choking her. But she kept her composure, and swallowed it, her tongue teasing more and more out of him. He was barely breathing now, and finally slumped back against the toilet, as she sucked him clean.

"That was incredible."

"It was my first time." She smiled at him, slowly working her way out from underneath the toilet, only to have him pull her into his lap. They kissed, and she closed her eyes, loving the sensation of his lips on hers.

"No way."

"Way."

"Well, I have something for you." He picked her up, and sat her ass on the sink. "Lean back." She shimmied around a bit, until she was seated properly enough for him. Picking up her legs, he slid them over his shoulder, and then it was his turn to get on his knees.

She giggled when he pulled her thong away, and it went in the same direction as her bra. But the laughing stopped when his tongue found her clit. She had heard of this, and seen it once in porn, but no boy had ever done it for her.

Dave did not tease, he did not tickle, and he did not go slowly. What happened was an all out assault upon her sense and pussy, as his tongue lashed out and attacked her pussy with all the energy a young man can muster. She could not stop herself from crying out, fingers digging into his hair, scratching his back, legs locking around his head.

It was fast and furious, lashing in and out, finding her clit and squeezing it. He was incredibly skilled, she noticed, driving it almost all the way to her Gspot, then pulling back and teasing her clit, finding her hood and toying with it, sucking on her lips, drinking her juices. She was afraid he would drown down there, the way she was gushing everywhere, but she did not care.

It came hard and fast, her first orgasm washing over her, and causing her to cry out again. But he did not stop. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he pushed his hands up under her dress, and found her tits. He went to work there, too, pushing her high even higher. She pushed his head deep into her pussy, and she felt his nose pressing into her. 

He pushed in as far as he could, then spread his tongue out, making her groan with pleasure as he fucked her with it. The second orgasm came even faster then the first, shaking her. She did not have the power to scream again, but her mouth opened anyway.

He was there, kissing her, and suddenly his cock was in her. Air exploded from her lungs as he filled her with one quick thrust. She gripped him tight, and was afraid he would slam her through the mirror and wall, as strong as he was fucking her.

It pushed her to the edge again, as she wrapped arms and legs around her man and let him push into her, his sweat mixing with hers. She had never felt this full, and it seemed he was growing larger in her still. With each thrust he would pull almost all the way out, and then slam back in. Each thrust seemed to smack his heavy balls into her ass, his cock dragging against her clit. She cried out with each thrust, until his lips sealed hers.

He slowed down a bit, letting her breath, just as she passed the brink, and it rippled her body again. "Damn girl, you are a machine."

"You...you...are pretty good yourself." She kissed him, trying to catch her breath.

He pulled back, and reached for her leg. She got the hint, and slowly rotated, letting him kiss it as it passed before his face, placing her legs back on the ground. Her ass was high in the air, and she dipped it, dragging the length of his shaft across her ass. He sucked wind, and she loved the power she felt cursing through her body.

"Bend over." His voice was hoarse, but there was no doubt she would comply. Gripping the sink, she let him slide all the way back into her, both of them exhaling sharply as he did so. He let her adjust to it again, then slowly began to pump in and out. He went much slower this time. Each stroke pulled back until she felt the head spreading her lips, then pushed all the way back in. He seemed be pushing into her very core, stealing her voice, and leaving her breathless.

Biting into her neck, he reached down with one hand, toying with her pussy. She felt his hot breath on her skin, heard the soft murmur of his voice in her ear, the encouragement for her to let go, the tenderness and the joy she brought him. It was all too much, and it rocked her body again. This time she felt him pulse as well, his body shaking, and shaking her with him.

They stayed that way for what seemed like forever, until he finally pulled out. She looked down and saw him pull off his condom, discarding it in the trash can.

"When did you put that on?"

"Trade secrets, my darling, trade secrets."

"That was amazing. Best sex ever." She turned around, hugging him close.

"You are not so bad yourself."

There was a loud banging on the bathroom door, and he responded by banging back. "I think we've occupied this space long enough." He let her straighten up, while he retrieved her underwear. Pushing the door open, some guy who was clearly way past intoxicated cursed then fell into the toilet, vomiting uncontrollably.

"My place?"

"I was hoping you would say that."



Freshmen Pt. 01



Peter Russell stepped out of his car and looked up at the building before him. 'Block G, level 4, room 417,' he muttered to himself under his breath, glancing down at the key in his hand.

All around him anxious parents were fussing round their kids, helping them with boxes, bags and suitcases. Pete slung his backpack over his shoulder, pulled his case from the back seat of his battered Peugeot, and slammed and locked the door of the car. 'His car,' he thought proudly to himself. Weeks of hard work at his local supermarket over the summer had paid off. He was mobile and independent, and not reliant on his mum and dad to get him off to University.

As he'd locked the car door he'd caught a glimpse of himself in the door mirror. He was 19, five-eight and slim. Straight black hair hung down to his collar and fell across his piercing, blue eyes. His thin, pointed chin and full lips gave him a strange, serious look, he thought to himself. 'Not bad, for a nerd, I suppose,' he thought to himself. 'A virgin nerd..." unbidden the thought popped into his head, and he lost himself in a moment of thought.

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The matter of his virginity had been much on Peter's mind in the past year. In his last year at sixth-form college, when all about were losing theirs, he had remained strictly, if unwillingly, virginal. It was not as if he wasn't getting plenty of sex as such, but somehow Pete didn't think that extended solo sessions on the internet really counted in the virginity stakes, no matter how many times a week he managed to orgasm. ('Thirty-five,' he grinned inwardly to himself, parenthetically. That had been a the most memorable week of the summer, when his parents had left him at home while they went off to the family holiday cottage in Devon, and he'd done nothing much except wank, eat pizza, drink beer and sleep for the entire week.)

The trouble wasn't that no sex was on offer, just that Peter somehow never seemed to work up the enthusiasm for it. Even when Tracey Bingham had, at an otherwise unmemorable summer party, pulled up her top and thrust her bare, and very ample, breasts at him, he'd just gone a pink in the face and turned away, with Tracey's laughter ringing in his ears.

The real trouble was that girls such as Tracey and her gaggle of giggling friends didn't really do anything for Peter. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but one of the main attractions to him, of spending extra time in the Physics lab at college, was that the lab looked out over the sports field, and from the benches along the window he could gaze out at the sports field, where there were always groups of muscular, sporty guys in tee-shirts and shorts running about or kicking a ball...

--

Pete shook his head and came back to the present. He really didn't want to follow that thought where it was heading. Picking up his suitcase, he lugged it into the building and climbed the stairs to the 4th floor.

'Room 417,' he thought to himself, looking up and down the corridor. 'Shared room 417, dammit!' He'd hoped for a single room, but there weren't enough for everyone, and in the lottery of university rooms he'd lost out. He'd be sharing with another boy. He didn't relish the lack of privacy, but he supposed that he'd get through it somehow. He and his room-mate would have to work things out. 'Hang a tie on the door-knob when we want to be alone!' he laughed to himself.

He came to the door of his room, put the key in the lock and pushed the door open. Clearly his new room-mate had already arrived. Standing by one of the beds, busily unpacking a suitcase, stood a tall, muscular lad, with a mop of unruly, straw-coloured hair. He was obviously around the same age as Peter. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his tee-shirt, and as he was wearing shorts Peter could see that his muscular legs were covered in a light and soft-looking down of hair.

As Peter entered the room, the guy looked up from his unpacking, glanced across to Pete and smiled. 'Hi I'm Sam, Sam Miller,' he said, holding out his hand to shake Peter's. 'Hi, I'm P... P... Peter Russell,' Pete managed to stammer out, momentarily reduced to incoherence for reasons that he could not quite put his finger on.

'Nice to meet you,' said Sam. 'Great to be here finally, and away from home and college, isn't it?'

'Yes, I guess so.'

'What are you studying?'

'Physics,' Pete replied.

'OK, I'm doing Sports Science,' Sam said. 'I guess that they like to mix people up a bit when they share rooms.' 'Still, a bit of a bugger that we didn't get single rooms, hey?'

'Yes, I guess so,' said Peter, not entirely sure that he meant it!

'We'll manage, I guess,' Sam continued. 'Mind you, It'll be fucking awkward when one of us wants a wank - unless either of us is into exhibitionism I suppose!'

Pete didn't know where to look. 'Mmmmm...' he mumbled.

Sam roared with laughter. 'Don't mind me,' he chuckled, slapping Peter on the shoulder. 'You'll get used to my sense of humour - I hope!'

'I guess!' said Peter, sheepishly.

How he was going to get through the next few days, let alone a whole year, sharing a room with Sam, Pete wondered to himself. 

--

Pete and Sam spent the rest of the afternoon settling into their new room, unpacking and organising themselves, and meeting the other students sharing their corridor. Since neither of them knew anyone else on campus they more-or-less automatically hung out together.

Later in the afternoon they wandered around the campus together, exploring, and then went down to the refectory for dinner. Everywhere they went, Pete noticed the girls checking Sam out. 'Hardly surprising,' he thought to himself. Sam certainly had the looks.

After about the 50th girl had finished drooling over Sam, Pete felt he had to say something.

'You seem to have almost every girl on campus falling over herself for you!' he laughed.

Sam grinned. 'Well,' he said, 'when you've got it, you've got it!'

After dinner the two boys headed back to their room. 

'I'm going to shower, and then head off down the bar,' said Sam. 'Give all the lovely ladies a chance to have a piece of this amazing body!'

Pete smiled, he was starting to get used to Sam's manner. 

'Well, I'm off later to the Physics Department social.'

Sam pulled a face. 'Not much chance of you finding the girl of your dreams there!'

Peter sat on his bed and started reading, while Sam headed into the small shower-room attached to the boys' bedroom, and soon Pete heard the water running.

Pete let his mind wander from the story that he was reading, and found himself imagining what was going on the in shower-room. Sam, stripped naked, standing under the running jet of water, soaping himself up. What would Sam look like in the shower, Pete wondered, would he be hard, lathering his cock...

Peter quickly shut down that train of thought. What was the matter with him? He tried to concentrate on his book.

After a while the sound of the shower stopped, and a few minutes later the shower-room door opened. Sam stepped into the room, obviously naked except for his towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Peter tried desperately to focus on his book as Sam begun to dry himself. Sam turned away from Pete as he dried, but Pete, half watching, half not, out of the corner of his eye couldn't help but check Sam out, as the girls had been doing earlier.

After a few minutes of fumbled drying with the towel still around his waist, Sam clearly realised that wasn't going to work. He undid the towel and held it behind him, one end in each hand. He begun to dry vigorously, and as he brought the towel up to shoulder level to dry between his shoulders, Peter caught a glimpse of the firm cheeks of Sam's bottom peeking out from below the towel. It was as much as Peter could do to stifle a gasp.

Then, as Sam turned slightly sideways, to reach across to his bedside cabinet for a pair of clean boxers, Peter saw, oh so briefly, Sam's cock, limp, but thick and long, before Sam turned away again.

Peter felt his own cock stirring and growing hard in his pants, and shifted his position on the bed to make sure that Sam didn't see the growing bulge, turning towards the wall and away from that disturbing, but somehow wonderful sight. What was going on? Peter knew, but still did not want to admit it to himself.

When Sam finished dressing, and Pete had calmed down a little, it was time for him to head out for the evening. 'See you later!' he said to Sam. 'I guess I'll be back at around 10.30.'

'OK, bye! Have fun. Don't get too excited with all the Physics!' Sam joked.

'And you have fun fighting off the ladies!' replied Peter.

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The Physics Department social was not a great success. Cheap wine and warm cheese, drunk with a bunch of nerds much like himself wasn't really Peter's idea of a fun evening. By nine o'clock he was ready to leave.

A short walk brought him back to his room, and as he approached the door Pete wondered how Sam was doing. 'Clearly he's not hooked up,' Pete thought to himself as he put the key into the door, 'no tie!' Grinning to himself at his own little joke, Peter pushed open the door of his room, stepped in and stopped dead.

It only took him a moment to take in the scene in front of him. Sam was naked, sitting up on his bed and leaning back on his pillows. His cock was erect, long and thick, swollen, and he was pumping it furiously with his right hand, a look of ecstasy on his face. He was wearing headphones, so he'd not heard Pete enter the room, and his attention was fully focussed on his laptop. He was watching porn, of course. But instead of some pretty girl getting herself fucked, Pete saw that the video was of two young lads of about his own age. They were in a '69' position, greedily slurping and sucking deeply on each others' cocks. A muscular, blond boy was lying on his back, and over him, on his hands and knees, was a slim, dark-haired, nerdy-looking boy. Sam pumped and pumped on his long, thick cock, and soft moans of pleasure were coming from his parted lips.

Peter was frozen by the scene in front of him. Was Sam fantasising about, wanking off to in fact, having sex with him? But he'd let the door go, and it swung shut with a bang.

Sam heard that, of course. His face switched instantly from a look of pleasure to one of total panic, as he looked across at where Peter stood. 'Shit! Fuck! Fuck!' he yelled, slamming down the lid of his laptop and pulling the duvet over himself to cover his rapidly sagging erection.

'Oh Jesus, Pete,' Sam whined. 'You saw, didn't you. Fuck! Fuck! What must you think of me? What's everyone going to say when you tell them?'

Sam's brash confidence seemed to have vanished in an instant. His shoulders sagged, he put his hands over his face, and he began to sob, quietly, to himself.

But as Sam's confidence waned, Peters seemed to grow. He knew what he had to do. What he was going to do.

He walked over to Sam, and sat down next to him on his bed. 'It's OK mate,' he said softly, 'don't worry'. Peter put his left arm around Sam's shoulders, gently rested his right hand on the shoulder nearest him, and gave Sam a brief hug.

Sam took his hands down from his face, and looked at Peter, quizzically.

'I'm not surprised you were enjoying that video, Sam,' Peter said gently, 'it was really, really hot.'

'Y... y... you think so?' Sam stammered through his tears, trying to wipe them away with the edge of the duvet, 'You like that kind of stuff too?'

Peter looked at Sam, intensely. 'Yes, I do. Very much.'

Peter opened the lid of the laptop, and clicked the play button. 

'Why don't we finish watching it together?'

The two boys in the video resumed their cock-sucking, with gusto. The blond boy sucked on his finger and gently pushed it into the dark boy's asshole.

Peter pushed the duvet down, revealing Sam's cock, which was starting to swell and grow again. He stroked his hand over Sam's chest and nipples and nodded his head down towards Sam's erection.

'Why don't you continue where you left off?' Pete said, with a large grin on his face.

Tentatively at first, but then with growing enthusiasm, Sam started to stroke himself again, until he was fully hard. Then he gripped his cock firmly and began to pump it once more, thrusting himself into his fist in time with the boy in the video, as he fingered the dark-haired lad.

Sam glanced down at Pete. A huge bulge was visible in the front of his trousers. 

Sam paused wanking himself, for a moment, and turned towards Peter. 'Thanks, Bud,' he said, and kissed Peter firmly, but tenderly, on the lips. 

The boys kissed, intensely, for a few minutes, their tongues fighting a battle to see which was the strongest. Then Sam pulled away and looked down at Peter again. He began to pump his cock furiously.

'Aren't you a little over-dressed?' he said.

(To be continued...)