Date: Wed, 4 Dec 2013 17:48:38 -0800 (PST)
From: Story Boy <thestoryboy@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ashburn Awakening, Part 1

Ashburn Awakening, Part I

Author's Note: The following story contains romantic and sexual
relationships between adult men and between teenage boys.  If you are
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as plot points in each chapter of the story, there is more to the story
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"You know," Seth began as he unpacked the third box, "I think my biggest
fear was that you'd turn out to be some party boy who blared the music and
got drunk at 4:00 AM on a Tuesday."

Matt laughed at this, shaking his head as he did so.  "Yeah, same here.  I
was also scared you'd be some weird cult-kid who walked around in black
robes and talked about how your mother ship was going to come pick you up
on the Winter Solstice."

With that, Seth couldn't help it.  He laughed and responded to his new
college roommate.  "Sorry to disappoint you, buddy boy, but my mother ship
only comes in the Spring and my robe is see-through."

The two young men, both 18 and fresh out of high school, laughed and joked
for the next two hours as they unpacked their boxes and set up their new
dorm room.  They put away their clothes, put up posters ranging from Seth's
favorite rugby team (the USA Men's Eagles) to Matt's favorite movie
("Capote").  Mirrors, clocks, and pictures were placed in appropriate
places.  Seth's area rug was placed on the floor, covering up the vast
majority of the hardwood floor below it.

When the room looked respectable, they tried various positions for the beds
and desks.  At first, each was given one side of the room, with their desks
back-to-back as a center divide.  But, that was determined to be too
confining.  Then, the rooms were placed along adjoining walls, with a
shared nightstand at each of their heads, with the desks doing the same in
another corner.  This made the room look too open.  Finally, they settled
on putting the twin beds side-by-side in the middle of one wall, with a
shared nightstand between them and their desks side-by-side on the opposite
wall.  This gave the proper "respectable bedroom" feel, as Seth put it.  It
even left room for the small loveseat and coffee table that Matt had
brought along.

It was move-in day at Ashburn College, and the two boys had been paired up
together as roommates in the third-floor room of Stanton Hall.  Seth Warren
was a fourth-generation student at Ashburn College, a private, all-male New
England college nestled in the rolling hills and forests of Vermont.
Seth's great-grandfather, Edmund Warren III had even served as Dean and
Headmaster for a period of time in the 1940's.  His acceptance and place in
Ashburn's hallowed halls was all but a given.  In fact, his family name
even graced the administration building, Warren Hall, in which the
President and several senior professors lived.  Though undecided on his
potential major, Seth was nevertheless happy and excited to finally be at
the school whose pennants and jackets hung in cases in his father's, and
his grandfather's, offices.

Matthew Carson, on the other hand, was a scholarship student, the first in
his family to ever attend college.  His mother had passed away while Matt
was an infant, leaving a single factory-worker father to raise Matt and his
twin brother, Ryan, alone.  While Ryan had never been a strong student, and
had gone on to join Dad in the factories right after high school, Matt had
been an exceptionally gifted student, graduating from his rural high school
with a 4.0 GPA and SAT scores in the top three percent of the nation.  The
full-ride scholarship to Ashburn had been a God-send to the Carson family,
who could never have afforded the $50,000 a year in tuition costs.

"So, if our room is now `respectable," Matt said, in a jokingly mocking
tone, "what next?"

"Well," Seth said, as he examined the room around him to make sure it
looked the way he wanted it to, "it's already 5:00, so dinner will be ready
down in the dining hall.  Wanna grab something to eat?  Then, if you want,
I can give you a tour of the campus."

"Sounds good, do I have time to grab a quick shower before we head down
there?  I've been sweating all day, and I smell like ass," Matt said, as he
lifted one arm and smelled his armpits, giving an over-exaggerated response
to the smell.

"Yeah, that's fine, I'll join you if that's okay," Seth replied, reaching
for his towel and shower products.

"Fine by me."

Seth gathered his things while Matt did the same.  Once each had decided
they had all the shampoo, soap, deodorant, and cologne they would need,
Matt headed out the door.  But, before Seth could join him in the hallway,
he heard his cell phone buzz.

"Dammit!  Hold on, Matt," Seth said, bounding for their shared nightstand.

Reaching the nightstand, Seth groped for his iPhone.  Lit up on the display
screen was a familiar face and the name "Grandpa Warren" right above it.

"Sorry, man, I have to take this.  You don't ignore Grandpa's calls," Seth
said, rolling his eyes and hitting the green "Answer" button on his phone.

"I'll meet you down there," Matt said, to which Seth just nodded.

"Hey, Grandpa, how you doing?"

That was the last thing Matt heard as he made his way down the hallway of
Stanton Hall toward the floor's shared bathroom and shower facilities.  As
an all-male institution, one of the last remaining in New England, there
was no need for separate "Men" and "Women" markings on the doors.  A
simple, gold-embossed, plaque hung on the oak door reading "Restroom and
Showers."  Simple, to the point, and just what Matt was looking for.

He entered the bathroom, which was divided in half by a wall of red brick.
To the left were the toilets, which consisted of a half dozen stalls with
wooden dividers and doors and one long trough-style urinal which could,
quite easily, accommodate up to a dozen men at a time, more if you squeezed
tightly together.  Along the brick wall, opposite the stalls and urinal,
were a series of five, marble, pedestal sinks.  Each sink was white marble,
shining and gleaming on the first day of the new year.  Above the sinks was
a long mirror that stretched the length of the wall.

To the right, on the opposite side of the brick dividing wall, was a series
of three tower-style showers.  Each tower had six separate shower heads,
which could accommodate quite a large group of men showering on busy
mornings before class.  The dividing wall had the same sink and mirror set
up that was opposite it near the toilets.  The shower area was walled off
from the sinks by a waist-high metal railing with hooks and baskets
attached.

"Probably for the towels and shower products," Matt thought as he looked at
the railing.  "Not much for privacy in this place, are they?"

He gave the lack of privacy only a brief thought, then quickly moved on.
Having grown up in a house with just his father and twin brother, the men
of the Carson family had never been much for modesty.  Mornings spent
eating breakfast in nothing but a pair of boxers or white briefs, or even
nude in the hot summer months, weren't uncommon.  The house he grew up in
was small, nearly 100 years old, and lacked air-conditioning.  In fact, as
far back as Matt could remember, he doesn't think that he, his brother, or
his father had ever hid their nudity from each other.

As a child, and even until he moved away to Ashburn, the Carson men had all
shared single bedroom.  Though the house had a second bedroom, they had
never used it for that.  At first, Tim Carson had kept his baby boys in his
room out of necessity for the midnight feedings and diaper changes.  As
they aged, the boys shared a twin bed on the opposite wall from Tim's
queen-sized bed.  When the boys hit puberty, and the growth spurts set in,
the arrangement was swapped.  Tim, who was a full head shorter than his
twin sons, took the twin bed and allowed his boys to share the larger bed.
Matt had never slept in a bed alone, let alone had his own bedroom.

The second bedroom in the Carson house did not go to waste, however.  One
Christmas, when the boys were about 12 years-old, they conspired with their
grandmother and aunt, Tim's older sister, to get their father one big
Christmas gift.

"Come on, Daddy," a younger Matt had said that Christmas morning, "this
way!  Hurry!"

He had taken his father by the hand, while Ryan stood sentry at the door to
the second bedroom.  Grandma, smiling and giggling as only a proud mother
and grandmother can do, brought up the rear, with Aunt Tracy filming the
whole thing on her digital video camera from inside the second bedroom.

When Matt had successfully led his father to the door, Ryan pushed it open
with a grand "Ta-da!"  Inside, all caught on video courtesy of Aunt Tracy,
was a full home gym.  The two lads, along with the two most important women
in Tim's life, had pooled every dime they had to pull together a bench with
free weights, a treadmill, and a variable machine that could be used for
anything from leg curls to chin-ups.  Tim, for the first time since his
wife had passed, openly cried upon seeing what his family had done.

"Do you like it Daddy, do you?" Matt and Ryan asked, simultaneously.

"I love it, boys," Tim said, a couple tears of happiness and joy streaming
down his cheeks.  "This is wonderful!  But, you boys will have to use it
with me.  We can all work out together."

And, so they did.  The second bedroom became the gym, and the Carson men
went on sharing the same bedroom for the rest of their time under one roof.
This was the way they all wanted it, because they knew that sharing the
same bedroom and being so open and free with one another kept them close.
There were no secrets, no shame, and no inhibitions among the Carson men.

Shaken from the brief memory of that Christmas, Matt walked over the shower
area and began to disrobe.  He placed his dirty, sweat-covered clothes on a
bench next to the wall, hung his towel on a hook, and placed his shampoo
and body wash in the basket.

Fully nude, and alone in the bathroom for the moment, Matt took a moment to
admire his body in the mirror.  This was a vain habit, he knew.  But, after
several years of working out three to four times a week with his brother
and father, it had almost become a Carson family tradition.  Each workout,
each shower, had to either begin or end with the Carson men examining their
body's progress in the mirror.  All three were justifiably proud of their
physiques, and it never hurt to take a moment to examine the results of
years of hard work.

Worried that he would lose some of his tone and muscle development over the
coming school year, Matt made a mental note to ask Seth about the campus
gym and what kind of facilities were available.  With that note in mind,
Matt stepped in to the showers, turned on one of the shower heads, and
began to clean himself off.

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Seth, pacing the floor of his new dorm room, wanted nothing more than to
get his grandfather off the phone.  Sure, he loved Grandpa Warren dearly.
The man had been his role-model his entire life.  Grandpa was in his
mid-6o's, in good shape, and had a smile that made everyone who met him
feel at ease.  Though one of the most sought-after corporate lawyers in all
of New England, Edmund Warren IV was now contemplating retirement from the
law firm he had established in the late 70's, and to which Seth's father
had recently taken over the reins.

"Yeah, Grandpa, I already sent an email to the chair of the Political
Science department...

...Yes, I told him who I was.

...Yes, I know that it's a good major to pick if I want to go to law
school.  But, Grandpa, I don't know if I want to go to law school.

...Yeah, I know that's what you and Dad want for me, but I'm not sure it's
me.  I was thinking something in History or Philosophy, maybe follow in
Great-Grandpa's footsteps and be a professor.

...Professors DO make decent money, Grandpa.

...Okay, not as much as you and Dad do, but come on!  If it weren't for
your father, you wouldn't be where you are, would you?  So, don't look down
on educators.

...Sorry, Grandpa.

...Yes, sir.

...No, sir.

...No, sir, I won't talk back again.  I'm sorry.

...Yes, sir, my new roommate's nice.  His name is Matt Carson.

...No, sir, I don't think he has family in the Hamptons.

...Yes, Grandpa, I'll ask if he is Rose Carson's grandson.

...Okay, Grandpa.  I love you too.  I'll call next week.  Good night."

With that, and with a pained sigh of relief, Seth hung up the phone on
Edmund Warren IV.  He loved the man, very much.  But, once you got Grandpa
Warren talking, it took an effort of monumental proportion to get him to
stop before he was good and ready.  "Quick" phone calls to check in often
went past the hour mark before the elder Warren decided to end the call.
This one was only 20 minutes, so Seth felt he got off lightly.

Grabbing his towel and shower basket, Seth closed the door to his dorm room
and headed down the hall to the showers.  Matt had been in there for a
while already, so was likely finished already.  But, Seth still wanted to
shower before dinner, and he hoped that Matt wouldn't mind.

"Sorry!," Seth cried out as he opened the door.  "Grandpa wouldn't shut
up."

"Eh, no problem," Matt said, shrugging his shoulders as he dried himself
off.  He had finished his shower just a minute or two prior and was now
nearly dry.

"Want me to stick around, keep ya company?"

Seth thought about this for a moment.  It was a little odd to shower while
his roommate just hung out, but they were going to be spending a great deal
of time together, and would likely be in here together many times over the
coming year.  No time like the present, Seth figured, to go ahead and get
comfortable with one another.

"Yeah, that's fine.  You can tell me more about yourself," Seth said,
placing his own towel on a hook and his own shampoo and body wash in a
basket.

As he removed his shoes and socks, Seth couldn't help but notice Matt's
body.  Standing just a hair over six-feet tall, to Seth's more modest 5'9"
frame, Matt had quite a build on him.  His blond hair was cut a bit long,
stopping at his ears in a shaggy cut.  His arms, chest, and stomach were
well-defined and virtually hairless, save for the small trail of hair from
his navel to his crotch.  Though well-chiseled, Matt lacked the overdone
look of professional body builders, a look Seth had always looked at with
more than a small amount of disinterest.  Rather, Matt's body was that of a
professional soccer player; well-defined, strong, but still modest.

Without realizing he was doing it, Seth's eyes moved down Matt's body from
his chest and stomach to his crotch.  Beneath a patch of closely cropped
light-brown hair sat a long, thick, and weighty cock.  Though fully limp,
it hung easily about seven inches with his circumcised head equally as
thick as his shaft.  Low-hanging and nearly hairless balls, heavy and
large, hung between his legs.  His body was amazing, and if the two of them
had lived in a time distantly past, Seth imagined, Matt would have been
exciting fans at the ancient Greek Olympics, his athletic and well-endowed
body shined with oil.

Seth had known for years that he preferred men to women.  In the 5th grade,
Billy Donaldson had dared Seth to play a game of "show me yours and I'll
show you mine."  Billy claimed he was just curious to see which was bigger,
but Seth did it just to be able to see Billy's penis.

In 8th grade, Tommy Martin invited Seth to a sleepover.  During the night,
while the other boys slept, Tommy talked Seth in to allowing him to give
Seth his first blowjob.  Though, if Seth ever confessed about that night,
it really didn't take much convincing from Tommy for Seth to pull down his
briefs and expose his pubescent dick, already hard the second Tommy started
whispering about "sucking penis."

In 10th grade, Seth had grown more trusting of Tommy, with whom he had been
trading blowjobs for two years.  Seth and Tommy, upon Tommy's suggestion
and prodding, had convinced Tommy's younger brother, a 7th grade boy named
Jason, to join in on their "play time."

By their senior year of high school, Seth and Tommy had established a small
group of boys for a regular play time at one house or another.  Seth,
Tommy, Jason, Billy, and Billy's younger brother Mark (who was the same age
as Jason) got together at least once a week to jack off together, trade
blowjobs, and talk about sex.  The experiments with anal sex were few and
far between, however, but they did happen.

"Ouch," Seth said, as Billy knelt behind him one afternoon after school.
"Use more lotion, it hurts."

Billy had convinced Seth to let him try to "stick my dick up your butt," as
the crude high school and middle school boys said.  Seth was nervous about
it, but after the small group of naked boys had seen it happen in a porn
they found online, everyone became a bit curious.  Seth, already the most
submissive in the group, was the only one who agreed to try to bottom;
though, again, the truth was that it wouldn't have taken nearly as much
convincing as Seth had let on that afternoon.  Billy was chosen as the top
because, as much as he hated to have to admit it, his cock was the smallest
in the group.  As a junior in high school, Billy was embarrassed to admit
the truth that even the two 8th grade boys in the room had bigger peckers
than his.

But, in this group, there were three rules that were ironclad.  First,
nothing that happened in that group was to ever be repeated to anyone
outside of that group, under penalty of a severe ass-kicking.  Second,
every boy in that group had to be fully nude at all times when they had
their group meetings.  And, most importantly, the third rule was that no
boy was ever to be made fun of for his body, his cock, the amount of cum he
could manage, or what sexual things he would or would not do with the
others.  This was to be a group of complete acceptance and brotherly love,
and it was.  These rules were mandates from God, as far as the boys were
concerned, and not a single one was ever broken.

So, when Billy was told he would top first since he had the smallest cock,
it wasn't done with any sense of malice or judgment.  Rather, it was simply
a statement of fact said with the same amount of judgment that one would
use when commenting on whose hair was the longest, or whose house was
closest to the school.  It was a fact of reality, and nothing more.

Billy had knelt behind Seth, who was now on all fours, both boys naked as
the day they were born.  Billy had put a bit of lotion, stolen from Seth's
mother's bathroom, on the tip of his cock and tried to just ram himself in
to Seth's virgin hole.  It burned.  The pain was stabbing.  Seth nearly
cried.

But, once Billy had followed Seth's advice and used more lotion, the pain
subsided.  Tommy, Jason, and Mark were all kneeling around the two boys who
were attempting the group's first foray in to anal sex.  The peanut
gallery, each with swollen cocks they would absent-mindedly stroke from
time to time, gave advice the best they could.

"Slow down, get just the tip in."

"No, go faster, all the way in."

"Maybe you should put your fingers in first."

"Seth, sit on it instead, like that girl did in the movie."

"No, don't sit on it!  Lay on your back!"

On and on the advice flowed.  But, in the end, Seth drowned out most of it
and took charge himself.  He directed Billy to just kneel, motionless,
while he backed up to take more and more of Billy's four inches.  It took a
good 15 minutes to get it all in, even if it was small.  But, once it was
in, and once the pain had given way to the pleasurable feeling of Billy's
cock grazing against Seth's prostate, Seth let Billy fuck how he pleased.

And, boy, did he!  Lost in the cloud of teenage hormones, coupled with the
excitement of being the first in his group to stick his dick in someone's
ass, Billy fucked hard...if only for about three minutes.  At that point,
Seth felt something hot and wet fill his insides.  He didn't know it
immediately, but Seth was just filled with Billy's teenage cum.

Over the next several months, each and every boy took a turn at being both
a top and a bottom.  Each combination was considered in their games.  Seth
fucked Mark, Mark fucked Jason, Jason fucked Tommy, etc.  No one's ass got
away from being the recipient of every other boy's cock, and no one's cock
get left out from being in every other boy's ass.  Though most boys decided
that anal was fun, they still preferred the hand jobs and blow jobs,
calling anal sex "kinda icky," to quote the youngest of the group, Mark.

Not Seth, though.  He never fully admitted it to the boys, always
"reluctantly" agreeing to be the bottom for whatever boy decided that he
wanted to fuck instead of jack off on a particular day, but he loved it.
He never felt as complete, as happy, and as turned on as when he was on his
hands and knees with a cock pounding away on his ass.

Snapping out of the memory of his favorite young lover, Mark, pounding his
hole, Seth remembered where he was and that his new roommate knew nothing
of his sexual desires.  Before Matt could catch on to Seth's stolen
admiration, Seth returned his gaze downward as he slipped off his own
t-shirt and began to unbutton his jeans.  More modest than his new friend,
and with a bit of an erection growing in his white briefs that he didn't
want to be on display, Seth casually turned away from Matt as he slid his
jeans to the floor.

Matt, now brushing and styling his hair at the sink, had a perfect
mirror-granted view of Seth and his body as he undressed.  He admired the
roundness of Seth's ass as the boy undressed and revealed his tight white
briefs.  He admired the good muscle definition in Seth's back.  He even
admired how Seth's dark hair, styled in the popular razor-cut style that
looked like it took no effort to always look perfect, contrasted greatly
against the boy's smooth, pale, flawless skin.  Having had acne problems
when he was younger, Matt was a bit jealous that Seth's skin had that
natural, porcelain look to it.

Matt didn't consider himself gay.  He had never been with a man and never
wanted to.  Being nude in front of men was something he was perfectly
comfortable with, but sexual thoughts about men had never entered his mind.
His admiration of Seth was that of one football player admiring another
player's skill, or one body builder admiring the results of another's
recent focus on chest presses.  It was a masculine appreciation for another
man's form and power for Matt, nothing more.  Still, Matt would admit to
himself that he hoped to see Seth's cock, just to see how well-endowed his
new friend was and to compare what Mother Nature had granted to each.

As Seth peeled himself out of his white briefs, Matt noticed a large,
black-inked tattoo on Seth's left ass cheek.

"Whoa, dude," Matt said with a smile, "nice tat!"

"Oh, shit," Seth said, more to himself than to Matt, "I forgot about that."

"What's the tat?" Matt inquired, walking toward Seth to get a closer look.

"Umm, it's nothing, really," Seth said, his whole body turning red as the
embarrassment set in.  "It's just a tat that me and a group of friends all
got together."

Matt didn't ask Seth's permission, he just bent down to the direction of
Seth's milky white ass to get a closer look.  Seth didn't try to stop him,
figuring he would see it sooner or later, so may as well get it out of the
way.

What Matt saw was a calligraphy letter "S" intertwined with an equally
stylized number "5."

"5S?" Matt asked, standing back up.  "What's that mean?"

"Nothing," Seth answered, turning and walking toward the showers.  "I mean,
it does mean something, but it's kinda personal.  Not sure I know you
enough to tell that story yet, sorry."

"Hey, say no more.  I get it.  We barely know each other.  If you do want
to tell me sometime, you won't get any judgment from me.  If not, that's
cool.  I won't pry."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Seth said, with a sigh of relief as he turned
on the shower.

In truth, he didn't know if he would ever feel ready to tell Matt, or
anyone, about that tattoo.  The "S" stood for Seth, while the "5" stood for
the boys in the sex group that he had grown so close to.  Each of the boys
had the same tattoo, with their own first initial instead of the "S."
Though some had gotten the tat on their arms or chest, Seth chose his ass.
Though he told his friends, after paying a tattoo artist almost $500 to
overlook two of the boys' ages and lack of legal ability to even get a
tattoo, that he chose his ass so that his father would never see it, this
was a far cry from the truth.  In truth, Seth put the most meaningful
tattoo he could ever get on to the part of his body that he offered, so
willingly, to his four teenage lovers.

The tattoo had been Tommy's idea.  True, none of the others likely had as
much emotionally invested in the other boys as Seth had, but when Tommy
suggested that they each get inked in a way to commemorate their time
together and the indestructible bond that had been created, only Tommy's
younger brother, Jason, had been reluctant.  But, after some convincing by
the older brother he admired so much, Jason was in on it.

The only problem was that, at the time, two of them were not old enough to
get a tattoo.  Seth, Tommy, and Billy were all 18 and seniors in high
school.  Their decision to get inked was not a problem.  However, Jason and
Mark were 15 and 14 respectfully, and both freshman in high school.
Luckily, living in an affluent area with wealthy parents allowed the boys a
lot of access to cash.  After a simple drive to a nearby town where no one
knew them, a bribe to a tattoo artist with more skill than sense, and a few
hours later all five of the lovers walked out of the studio with a
permanent reminder of what they shared.

That was a story that Seth didn't think Matt would ever understand.

For the next twenty minutes, the subject of conversation moved back to
normal topics.  The two roommates talked about school, music, and movies as
Seth showered.  His erection had dissipated, thanks to Matt's decision to
wrap a towel around his waist, and Seth could now shower with a full
frontal view available to Matt.

Matt appreciated the view that Seth granted him.  Seth's cock was a bit
smaller than Matt's own, but still proportionally large on Seth's shorter,
thinner, and completely hairless frame.  At about five inches when soft,
the circumcised cock hung limp over a pair of decent sized, and slightly
fuzzy, balls which rounded out the package that Matt considered to be a
good one.  As far as Matt was concerned, Seth had been given a good gift
from Mother Nature, and Matt was happy for him.

Their showers completed, and both boys having admired the other's physique
and packages without a word shared about it, the two retreated to their
room to get dressed and enjoy their dinner.

Dinner was a relatively uneventful affair.  The boys shared pizza and
garlic bread in one of the campus' three dining halls.  They talked about
family, told harmless stories from high school, and generally got to know
one another better.  Seth shared that he was terrified of spiders, and Matt
admitted to being afraid of clowns.  Seth wanted nothing more than to go to
Paris, while Matt's dream was to visit Rome.  With each revelation, be it
important or not, the two boys felt their friendship grow.

When they exited the dining hall it was after 8:00 and the sun was
beginning to set.  The orange and purple streaks across the sky gave the
small campus an almost other-worldly glow.  There was a nice breeze
blowing, and the New England summer was cooperating.  Though it was the end
of August, the air was comfortable and inviting.

"Oh," Matt said as they walked the trails between buildings, "I forgot to
ask you something.  I'm used to working out a few times a week.  What are
the gym facilities like here?"

"State of the art, actually," Seth said with a bit of pride in the place
his family had been tied to for so many years.  "There are two gyms on
campus.  The first is the King Recreational Center.  That's the one that is
mainly used by the non-athletes, professors, and the ones just starting
out.  Not a lot of machines, small locker room, and a small steam room.
The other is the Meyer Athletic Center.  That's the one the athletes and
most students use.  State of the art machines, a pool, huge locker room,
sauna, steam room, and a couple massage therapists during the day.  If
you're serious about working out, you want Meyer."

"Sounds perfect!" Matt said, his excitement obvious.  "How late are they
open?"

"Well," Seth thought for a moment, "since it's Saturday, I think they are
open until 10:00.  I think it's midnight during the week."

"Awesome.  Hey...umm..., " Matt began, a bit uneasily, "I know I asked for
a tour of campus, but I'd really like to work out.  Would you be okay if I
did that for a couple hours, and met you back in our room after?  You've
been awesome and all, and I'm not trying to ditch you, but I haven't worked
out in a couple days, and I miss it."

"Shit, don't worry about it man!" Seth said with a genuine smile.  "It's
not like we have to be attached at the hip.  And thanks, man, you're
awesome yourself."

"Great!  Thanks!  You can come work out with me, if you like.  I think I'll
try out that Meyer gym you told me about."

"Nah, that's okay.  I don't work out a lot, and I think I'll just take a
walk around campus for a bit.  I'll see you back in our room in a few
hours."

With that, the two roommates parted company for the first time that day.
Admittedly, Seth was a little saddened to be leaving the side of his new
friend, the one with the body and cock that Seth couldn't help but drool
over.  But, he had other ideas for what to do with the next few hours.

Making his way through the paths around campus, Seth made his way to the
King Recreational Center.  True, it was the smaller of the two gyms.  But,
he wasn't here to work out, and the size of the place was not the reason
that he suggested Meyer to Matt.  He had ulterior motives that stemmed not
from his head, but from the basest of all places: his dick.

Rounding the corner to the front entrance of King, Seth swiped his student
ID through a card reader and heard the door buzz, unlocking for him.  He
pulled the door open, paused to grab one of the free towels from the front
desk, and headed downstairs to the locker room.

Over the summer, with his sex group all occupied with various family
vacations, Seth had turned to chatting online with any guys he could find.
Though many held his interest for a night or two, only one was truly
worthwhile in Seth's mind.  Adam, a 21 year-old soon-to-be senior as
Ashburn, had become a mentor of sorts to the now-freshman.  He answered
Seth's questions, joked and laughed with him, and offered a "safe space"
for him if Seth's randomly assigned roommate ended up being a homophobic
asshole.  After a couple weeks of talking, they traded cell phone numbers
and began texting each other in earnest.  During one text-fueled evening,
Adam filled Seth in on a few of the "gay secrets" of this century-old
institution.

"First," Adam told him through text messages, "avoid Sigma Alpha Rho.
Those fuckers are the most homophobic on campus.  When I was a freshman, I
nearly got the shit beat out of me when I hit on one of them at a party.

Second, if you have Dr. Connor for History 101, make sure to wear tight
pants that show off your package, preferably with no underwear.  That man
is notorious for giving good grades to any guy who can get his libido
going.  I stayed after class one day to ask him something and
`accidentally' left my fly open and let my cock flop out.  Needless to say,
I got an `A' in the class.

Third, if you are looking for some quick, no-strings sex, hit up the gym
over in King.  The locker room is a huge cruising ground, and I've seen
more than my fair share of fucking in the steam room.  It's kinda the
worst-kept-secret that King is the spot for the gay students and faculty.
Meyer is where you wanna go to actually work out.  King is where you go if
you wanna cum."

It was this last bit of information that stuck in Seth's mind the most.
"King is where you go if you wanna cum."  It was a hothouse of gay sex,
apparently.  According to Adam, all of the faculty and staff knew, but no
one cared.  So long as the gay cruising and public sex was confined to
King, the administration kept a "boys will be boys" attitude about the
whole thing.

When he reached the basement locker room, Seth made his way to a locker in
the back row.  He inserted a quarter in to the slot which removed the key,
and undressed quickly.  Locking the door on his clothing and possessions,
he wrapped the towel around his waist and slipped the key's stretch cord
around his upper arm.

Seth was nervous about what he was going to see or experience, but the
growing pressure in his cock guided him on.  After seeing Matt's amazing
body and perfect cock in the dorm showers, Seth's hormones had not let up.
If he didn't cum soon, he was afraid his balls would explode.  Since he
couldn't risk trying anything with Matt, the man whose cock he really
wanted inside him, Seth figured that any cock would have to suffice.

Making his way back to the steam room, Seth could hear a couple of the
showers running, and some light conversation.  King appeared to be sparsely
populated tonight, and that was fine by Seth.  As he approached the door to
the steam room, he could see the outline of two other people inside,
obscured partially by the steam.  Stealing his nerves, he opened the door
and headed inside.

Once he got further in, his eyes adjusting to the steamy environment, he
saw that the two guys inside both appeared be fellow students.  The guy
sitting on the lower bench to the right was thin, with a nice patch of dark
hair on his chest and stomach.  His towel was open and a semi-hard,
uncircumcised cock greeted his eyes right away.  It was about six inches,
average thickness, and completely hairless from his pubes to the hair on
his balls.

The guy to the left, sitting on the upper bench, was a bit heavier.  More
of a bear type, the guy looked to be a bit older than Seth, probably a
graduate student he figured.  His body was hairy, and his thick cock was
standing at attention.  It wasn't very long, but it was extraordinarily
thick, with a Prince Albert piercing dripping with either sweat or precum,
Seth couldn't decide which.

Seth sat on the bench facing the door, choosing to sit on the upper bench.
Like his fellow students, Seth unwrapped his towel and let his half-hard,
though growing by the second, cock swing free in the steam.  It felt so
good to be nude again, and even better to be nude in the company of men who
obviously enjoyed it.

The next ten minutes passed in relative silence.  Occasionally, one of them
would make a casual remark about the heat or the joy of being nude.  A few
times, Seth saw each of the guys stroke his own cock a bit.  Names were
exchanged, and Seth learned that the thinner guy was named Dave and the
bear was Brian.  The sexual tension in the room was palpable, and it seemed
that no one wanted to be the first to act on it.

Seth stood up to walk out, about to give up hope on feeling either of those
cock inside him tonight.  Just as he was about to wrap his towel around his
waist, and obscure his obvious erection, Seth felt Brian reach over and
give his cock a few tugs.  This was all it took for Seth to decide that
coming here was the right choice.

He moved over to Brian's side of the steam room, and sat himself next to
the cute bear.  Brian, apparently emboldened by the positive reception to
his first move, scooted close enough to Seth that their legs were rubbing
up against each other.  For a minute, each guy sat in silence and stroked
their own cocks, until Brian once again reached for Seth's.

Seth sat in silence, passing his gaze back and forth between Brian's hand
on his cock, Brian's cock, and Dave who was stroking his own cock while
staring at the action in front of him.

With nothing said, and with no ceremony or hesitation, Dave stood up and
crossed the room.  Kneeling on the lower bench, Dave took Brian's pierced
cock in to his mouth and began to suck.  He sucked quickly and with talent,
causing Brian's hand to stop momentarily as he let out some satisfied sighs
and words of encouragement.

After a few minutes of sucking Brian, Dave moved his attention to Seth's
dripping cock.  Seth moaned in delight as Dave worked his mouth up and down
his hard cock, his tongue massaging the underside of the shaft with expert
precision.  As Dave worked his cock sucking magic on Seth's aching shaft,
Seth leaned over and embraced Brian in a passionate kiss.

The kiss was amazing, and led Seth to discovering that Brian's tongue was
pierced along with his cock as the bear's tongue explored Seth's mouth with
both tenderness and passion.  Seth, never breaking his kiss with Brian,
moved his hands down to the man's pierced cock and began to stroke.  It was
short, about five inches, but as thick around as a beer bottle.  The girth
of the thing was unbelievable, and Seth wanted to feel just how good that
would be entering his hole.

Breaking his kiss, and gently guiding Dave's mouth off of his cock, Seth
stood up and bent over, whispering to Brian as he did so.

"Fuck me" was all that needed to be said.

Seth got on all fours on the lower bench as Brian positioned himself behind
the younger guy.  Placing his hands on Seth's hips, Brian slowly started to
push the thick head of his cock against Seth's hole.  It was slow going at
first, Seth having not been fucked since the last time his sex group got
together back in June.  But, Brian was an expert at what he was doing, and
with a few good spits and a generous amount of precum, he slowly pushed his
entire beer bottle dick in to Seth's waiting hole.

"Oh, FUCK!" Seth yelled, as stars flooded the back of his eyes like a
series of small explosions.  He had a couple thick cocks from his sex
group, Tommy's being the thickest of the bunch, but even Tommy's nice-sized
member paled in comparison to the girth of what was being pushed inside him
just now.  It was thick, hard, hot, and felt both painful and incredible.
The ecstasy mixed with the pressure and pain to create a sort of sexual
euphoria that Seth welcomed openly.

As Brian pumped away, Dave positioned himself in front of the bottom boy
being fucked by the sexual dynamo of a bear.  Maneuvering his cock to
Seth's open mouth, he slowly inserted his throbbing dick in to Seth's
throat.  With an unspoken glance of their eyes, Brian and Dave began to
move in unison.  With each thrust in by Brian, Dave would pull his cock out
a bit.  With each backwards move by Brian, Dave would slam his cock down
Seth's throat.  It was a game of sexual tennis, with Seth's hormone-fueled
body being used as the ball.

Seth had never imagined being double-teamed like this, but he couldn't stop
himself from giving over to the undeniable pleasure of it all.  His ass was
sore and on fire, but he internally begged Brian to never stop.  He throat
was jammed so full that he occasionally gagged, but he dreaded the idea of
Dave ever pulling out.  He was, at this moment, merely a sexual toy being
used by two guys he had never met before, and he felt like he was meant for
this.  He couldn't stop, even if he wanted to...and he never wanted to.

As Dave's balls bounced against Seth's chin, and Brian's balls slapped
against his own dangling package from the rear, the grunting and sighs
filling the room got increasingly louder and more frantic.  Sweat rolled
off of each of the men in a never-ending torrent.  The smell of sex, of
sweat, of pure masculine energy filled the room.

"Fuck, I'm gonna shoot," Dave grunted through clenched teeth.  "Brian, fill
this boy with me."

"Hell yes, let's do it," Brian said, his hands never moving from Seth's
hips.

"Fuck, here it comes, Seth.  Take our loads, boy," Dave panted.

As if on cue, Seth felt a spray of hot cum fill his ass, coating the inside
of him in a wave of ecstasy, while another jet of jizz coated the inside of
his throat.  Shot after shot, four total from each, filled him up from ass
to mouth.  Without having to touch himself, Seth's own cock let loose a
volley of cum all over the bench.  The ecstasy was unreal, and all three
men felt a bit weakened by it.

Before Dave or Brian could even go soft or pull their cocks out of Seth's
respective holes, they all heard the door open.  Dave quickly spun around,
yanking his dripping cock out of Seth's mouth.  This caused a pool of cum
to fall out of Seth's mouth and dribble down his chin.  Brian just froze,
his cock still buried in Seth's tight hole.

Seth adjusted his gaze up toward the steam room door.  Standing there, with
a towel wrapped around his waist, was the boy whose body and good looks had
sent Seth on the path to the King Recreational Center's steam room that
night.

"Umm...I can explain..." was all Seth could get out, before Matt turned
around and walked out of the room.