Date: Mon, 06 Sep 2004 23:10:29 -0400
From: marianasdeep@hotmail.com
Subject: College Visit

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes between young males.
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College Visit

Part 1:  Settling In

Mitch sat over his Calculus book in the subdued light of his dorm room.  One
last exam, and his midterms would be over.  The phone rang.

"Hello, Mitch here.  Bring the beer!"

"Mitch?  It's your dad," came from the phone after a pause.

"Oh, hey dad!"

"How are midterms going?" his dad asked.

"O.K., I'll be glad when they're done.  My last one is Wednesday."

"Mitch, what would you think if Ben came up for the weekend.  I think it
would be great if he got a chance to visit a university.  He's got an
inservice on Friday, so we could put him on the bus Thursday after school.
He could go with you to your classes, you know, get a feeling of what it's
like to live in a dorm, go to class.  Then you could take him to the
football game Saturday.  Put him on the bus back Sunday afternoon.  What do
you think?  Would your roommate mind if you two put up a younger brother?"

"Sounds great.  I wouldn't mind.  My roommate is going home for the weekend
along with half the campus.  You know, decompression after the exams," Mitch
answered, excited to show his brother the life.

"Going home on a football weekend?" his dad asked, "Well, I understand that.
  Exams require a change of scenery afterwards.  Well, that's great for us
though.  No inconvenience then, we'll send Ben on the bus Thursday.  You
take care, alright.  Remember on exams, all you can do is your best."

"O.K. dad, yeah, say hi to mom.  Bye," Mitch closed.  As he hung up the
phone, his friend Mike was sticking his head in the room, "What you up to,
dork?"

"Piss off!  Calculus.  Hey, are you going to the dorm pre-game party Friday
night?"

"Yeah, I'll be there." Mike answered.

"What about your roommate Clay?"  Mitch asked.

"Nah, he's heading out of town like the rest of `em.  I'm hoping to use the
vacancy for a little intimacy.  Found a guy I like.  And you?" Mike asked.

"No, I can't.  I'm putting my brother up.  It's a shame too, I think
Jennifer has the hots for me!" Mitch exclaimed, then asked, "So, who's the
guy?"

"Some queer," Mike joked, "So, is your brother as cute as you are?"

"Keep it in your pants.  He's 14, and you're not getting into his ...or
mine!" Mitch returned with a smile.


Thursday Mitch met Ben at the bus, grabbed his duffle and began the long
trudge to the dorms.

"Excited to be on campus?  How's Mom and Dad?" Mitch asked.

"Yeah, I've been looking forward to this for a long time."  Ben replied,
"Mom and Dad are uptight as usual.  They keep asking why I'm unhappy.  Well
let's see, we're living in redneckville, and the high school has about as
much tolerance as a Nazi concentration camp."

"Well, at least they appreciate your art and music, even if they do think
it's weird.  And they value education.  They just don't get it sometimes,
Ben."

When they got to the dorm, they came out of the elevator on Mitch's floor.
Mike came around the corner and for the first time beheld Ben.  The beauty.
Sandy brown hair fell around his hazel eyes that were highlighted with dark
eyebrows.  A Roman nose sat above a beautiful white smile, framed by wide
lips.  His cheek bones to chin formed a long V.  Long, tall legs stretched
into a curved tight ass, filling a pair of Levi's advertizing "W27 L31." A
black T-shirt with a white beam entering a prism and emerging as a rainbow
said, "I'm young, but I'm intense."

Mike stared dumbfounded and managed to choke out shaking his head, "Who's
your favorite Floyd?"

"Roger of course.  But David is the greatest musician to ever pick up 6
strings and he has the voice of a haunted god." Ben answered.

Mike's jaw dropped, "Naturally...of course."

Mitch said, "Ben, this is Mike.  He's a biochemist, or at least one to be,
but he's in the symphony orchestra on campus.  Oboe, or is it English horn?"
  Mike nodded, "both," then Mitch continued, "He can probably show you the
music school."

"Cool!" said Ben. "Beethoven's favorite woodwind.  Why don't you major in
music, or double major?"

Mike stood back in awe and slowly answered, "...`cause I suck...at least
compared to the music majors.  And what do you play?"

"Keyboards, ...and French Horn," said Ben.

"Beethoven liked those too," Mike encouraged, "Keyboards?  I thought you
would be a Rick Wright fan?" Mike asked.

"And Nick kicks ass on the drums.  They're all geniuses.  Rick certainly
sets the mood.  I'm more a Ray Manzarak fan, though, and a little Keith
Emerson," Ben shot back.

"Yes, they're all geniuses.  It's amazing that 4 geniuses can work in the
same room.  So you prefer a hypnotic, and a rockin' virtuoso," Mike summed
up.

When Mitch and Ben got to Mitch's room, Mitch made Ben's bed, told him the
routine for going to class, and then showed him around the floor.  It was
late, so they packed up and went to bed.


The following morning, they awoke to Mitch's annoying alarm clock, which
Mitch picked up and threw at the wall.  He got up and sat at his books on
the desk as Ben stretched awake.

"I've got to complete this physics lab write-up.  Why don't you go down the
hall and shower, then we'll go for breakfast and set out for class."

Ben grabbed his jeans and began pulling them over his morning stiff that he
was hoping his brother didn't notice.

"You won't want those down there, the floor's always wet.  Just go down in a
towel, or your underwear if you want.  Bring your toothbrush and comb down
too.  We won't have time to return up here after breakfast."

As Ben walked down the hall, he passed Mike's partly opened door.  Mike had
been waiting, and wanted to see the Adonis nude.  After Ben entered the
bathroom, Mike came out of his room and followed in.  Ben nervously entered
the shower room, overwhelmed by the developed manhood around him.  He had
been in the showers at school, but everyone there was his age.  Three long
developed bodies, either with fat cocks, or long cocks, or both were in
various stages of undress, getting nude and about to get wet.  Ben waited
for them to get into their shower stalls, then looked over his shoulder as
he dropped his towel, exposing his white briefs as he hung the towel on the
hook.  He noticed the others were watching, but more like, "Who is this boy
in our shower room?" than anything sexual.  Still, Ben was getting excited.
When he saw the coast was clear, he began pulling his briefs off his ass as
Mike walked in.  Ben turned, his fattening package packed in his briefs,
just as Mike dropped his towel, swinging a 7 incher, and stepped into a
stall, the curtain only partly closed.  Ben knew that Mike was watching, and
it was exciting him even more, but he had to finish what he started or look
prudish.  He turned back, ass towards Mike.  He pulled the underwear the
rest of the way off his ass, then over the top of his 5 inch cock, dropped
them to his knees and stepped out, each step revealing a sack of jewels and
a pink, hairless hole.  Mike was in awe.  As Ben stood hanging his underwear
on the hook, it was as if his long legs pushed the top of his tight ass
making it point up in the air.  The ass curved just a little to the sides,
rounded over the top, and dropped straight onto his arching legs without so
much as a tuck.  His back looked strong, hips to shoulders straight, with
just a slight rounding of pure muscle over his pelvis, pointed shoulder
blades, and from his knotted spine to his ribs.  When he turned, Mike grew
an erection.  Half-dollar-sized, maroon aureoles surrounded by pea-sized,
pinkish brown, pointed nipples.  Boyish, but developing-and-defined
pectorals curved to meet a regular pattern of ribs, descending to a 6-pack
complete with a seashell rounding from his hips and pointing toward his
inward navel.  His pelvis formed a groove on each side pointing in a V
toward his glorious cock, dangling within the folds of his scrotum and
framed with a testicle on each side.  His cock was getting semi-erect as he
bent over to grab his shampoo off the floor, enough to reveal the slit on
its circumsized head.  Hairless balls attached to a hairless cock base with
no hair between the legs, lead to a full bush of mellow brown pubes above
the cock announcing, "I am potent."  As Ben stepped towards the shower, his
5 inches swung from side to side, he pivoted, closed the shower curtain and
got wet.  Mike had to calm down.  He finished showering, but waited for Ben
to step out first.  When Ben emerged, the white flourescent light reflected
off his wetness, highlighting and shadowing every curve on his body.  He
bent side to side toweling off, flexing, then lifting each leg.  It was more
than Mike could take, just three strokes and he lost his 19-year-old, sexual
prime load on the drain in his shower.  He then sat in the hot water waiting
for the swelling to go down.  Ben had wrapped his towel around his waist,
pulled his toothbrush and toothpaste out of  his dop kit, replaced them with
his underwear, and went into the sink room.

Mike finally emerged, towelled off and brought his shaving kit to a sink.
He slowly lathered up and began shaving, watching in the mirror Ben's bulge
in his towel as he brushed his teeth.  Ben spit and rinsed, then asked,

"Hi Mike, can you show me the music department today?"

The voice shattered Mike's "for your eyes only" perceptions.  Oh yeah, they
had been introduced.

"I would be glad to."


Part 2:  Pre-game party.

The music was cranking, but it was techno-dance.  Ben was getting bored, and
slightly annoyed.  The girls kept coming up to Mitch, pulling him over to
Ben, and then saying, "So who's the cute boy?"

"Cute?  Boy?" thought Ben, "How about handsome man."

Mitch was getting drunk, then said, "It's time to get my brother bombed."
Just then the housefellow walked up, "No minors will be drinking here.  He
shouldn't even be in here."  Mitch was pulled down on the couch, his shirt
opened.  Jennifer was in his arms.  Ben just sat and stared, jealous that
his brother could express his sexuality in open public.  Then he felt Mike
take his arm.

"So what did you think of the music school?" asked Mike.

"I loved the grands.  They're perfectly in tune and sound so rich!" Ben
replied.

Mitch walked up to Mike and pulled him aside, "Mike, Jen's really has the
hots for me.  Can you keep my brother out of my room for a few hours?"

Mike's cock stood at attention with his thought that was slowly translating
into words, "Why doesn't he just stay in my room?  You and Jen can have the
whole night."

"Oh my God, that would be great?  You don't mind?  Where's your date?" Mitch
asked.

"I got stood up again, and no I don't mind." said Mike.

"Let me explain it to Ben," Mike said, then took Ben aside, "Would you mind
staying with Mike tonight?  I've got some studying to do?"  He laughed.

"No, that would be great.  I enjoyed the day with him." said Ben.

"Ben, I just want you to know something.  Mike's gay.  If that makes you
uncomfortable, you don't have to do this," he said looking at Ben's distant
stare.

"I know, Mitch.  I don't care." replied Ben.

"How did you know?" asked Mitch.

"It's written in his energy," said Ben.

"Perhaps this is what you want?" asked Mitch.  Ben began to tear.  After a
long silence of brotherly bonding, he continued, "This isn't an inquisition,
but there's something in your energy I don't know."

"I don't know either." said Ben, visibly crying.

"It's o.k. whatever you decide.  This is freedom Ben, and not just
intellectual freedom.  You only do what you want.  I trust Mike."

Ben and Mike left for Mike's room.


Part 3:  The dorm room

"So what's your favorite Floyd album?  I have the entire collection." asked
Mike.

"The Wall." said Ben.  Mike flipped through the CD's and put it on.

"So ya...thought ya...might like to...go to the show.  To feel the warm
thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.  Tell me is something illuding
you sunshine.  Is this not what you expected to see?  If you want to find
out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to claw your way through
this disguise!"

Ben's intensity was increasing to visible shuddering.  Mike grabbed him and
hugged him.

"Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?  Get them up against the wall!
That one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me, get him up against
the wall!  And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon!  Who let all
this riff raff into the room?  There's one smoking a joint, and that one's
got spots.  If I had my way, I'd have all of them shot."

Mike held Ben as he began to cry.  Ben stiffened, wiped his eyes.  He looked
at Mike and tried to change the subject, "Mike, why are you majoring in
biochemistry, are you pre-med or something?"

"Well, that's certainly an option, but no, I'm really not interested.
Medical research perhaps.  I want to find a cure for AIDS," and then after a
long silence where Mike sensed Ben's growing discomfort, "You know, Reagan's
holocaust?"  More silence, then, "I'm sorry Ben, I'm being heavier than you
are."

"No, it's o.k.  It's just that I finally feel safe.  To open up.  My brother
just surprised the hell out of me.  He told me you're gay, told me he sensed
it in me, and said, `be free, but only what you want'...and yet he's up
there getting pissed, I mean he's just like all the other assholes."

"Ben, you're brother's great.  He wants to do great things with physics and
engineering, but those are tough fields surrounded by people who often don't
know how to artistically vent, so they get pissed.  So what?  He's the most
honest, deep, caring, and trustworthy person I know on this whole damn
campus.  He's the only one on this floor who knows I'm gay...He's not
getting pissed, Ben, he's getting laid.  And Jen is great, and great for
him...So are you gay?" asked Mike.

"I don't know." Ben answered looking at the floor.

"As for your brother's advice, are you free?  What do you want?"

"I don't know, get laid?"said Ben laughing, then after a silence, "Are you
attracted to me?"

"Oh man Ben, do I need to answer that question?  Of course, absolutely.
You're a god!" then sensing Ben's growing discomfort, "Don't worry, I'm not
going to touch you."

"Oh? why not?  Aren't I mature enough?  Certainly more than most Freshman."
Ben said growing angry.

"Ben, come on.  It's illegal as hell.  I sense you're uncomfortable which
means I don't think you're emotionally ready.  Your first time should be
with someone your own age."

"Fuck them.  I'm 14?  I'll be 15 in December!  Aren't we free?  I'm not a
boy.  I'm an artist and I'm opening up finally.  I feel exposed."

Mike stared at the floor.  He was getting excited thinking about a potent 14
year old coming on to him.

"Do you masturbate?  We can do that in front of each other, and as long as
we don't touch each other, I think that's legal?"

Ben stood up, unbuttoned his jeans and zipped down.  He pulled off his shirt
then dropped his jeans and underwear at the same time.  His boycock starting
to stand up, he sat back on the bed and laid back watching Mike undress.
Mike's body looked great.  Firmly developed and mature muscles came off his
arms, across his chest, and down his sides.  He was mostly hairless, making
him look boyish too, except for an upside down V pointing at his in-out
navel and opening on a complete beard of pubic hair above and on the base of
his cock, the hair covering his balls and running between his legs.  Quads
and hamstrings showed he ran for exercise, tightening his ass.  Mike sat
back staring at Ben, his foreskin fully retracting as his erection grew.  He
grabbed his cock and aimed it at Ben showing him his pink bell, and began to
stroke.  Ben followed his lead and couldn't believe he was showing someone
something he always kept to himself.  To be staring at a young man who was,
in return, in awe of his own body and cock was exhilarating.  Mike stared
back taking in the visage of a boy working his maturing cock.  He noticed
that Ben's nipples were getting so hard, they were beginning to point
upwards.  That was it.  He shot the first load over his head, the next hit
his chest and face, and he finished a puddle a white, thick cream around his
navel.  Ben saw that and exploded.  Two bursts hitting himself in the face,
a pulse forming a line from his tits to his pubes, and three stringers in
his pubic hair, the rest oozing out his slit and running down his cock onto
his hand.

"Man can you shoot," said Mike throwing him a towel to wipe off, "I'm going
to sleep well tonight, with sweet dreams."  He came over and hugged Ben.
Ben felt the firmness of his arms and chest.  Mike made up his roommate's
bed for Ben, put on Brahm's German Requiem quietly in the background, and
got into his own bed after Ben seemed asleep.  He rolled over, then felt
Ben's tug.

"What do you want, Ben?"

"Can I sleep with you?" Ben asked hopefully, staring through a tear.

"Of course," said Mike rolling back the covers.  Ben got in, placing his
head on Mike's chest as Mike layed back on his side.  Mike felt Ben's warm,
soft cock on his thigh.  Ben was asleep.  Mike thought to himself, "How am I
going to get to sleep?  I'm 19!  He listened to the music and finally
drifted off.


Part 4:  Game day

Mike and Ben awoke to Mitch knocking on the door.  "Hey Ben, Mike, we gotta
get ready for the game.  See you at breakfast in a half hour."

Ben had rolled over, and Mike realized that his cock was against Ben's ass,
his arm around his chest.  This added to his morning stiff which he didn't
try to hide.  Ben got up and wrapped a towel around his waste, a little more
modest.

"Do you play football at school?" Mike asked.

"Nah, I'm cross country," replied Ben, "I enjoy watching it, but the worship
of it in this country is a little ridiculous.  What about you?"

"Yeah, national religion.  Cross country?  That explains your great ass and
legs!  I play hoops.  Cross country is a good warm-up for basketball
court-running endurance.  Play that in the winter?"

"No, I swim, or at least I will.  I've been working out with the swim team
since 7th grade.  I might make JV this year," said Ben.

"That explains your chest and pecs.  I see you are into personal sports,
team yes, but the emphasis is on improving yourself."  Mike said.

"Well, I play soccer in the spring.  I'm lucky my conference holds soccer in
the spring instead of fall."

Ben and Mike walked down to the shower together.  They didn't drop their
towels until they were in their stall because their erections wouldn't go
away.  They threw their towels over the shower stall wall.

At the game, Mitch asked, "Ben, you get laid?" winking at Mike and laughing.

"We enjoyed our time together, but no, not really." Ben said.

Mitch took Mike aside, "Ben needs to get laid."

Mike answered, "He's not ready."

Mitch responded, "It's just sex, you know, a little fun."

Mike stared him down, "There's no such thing as `just sex.'"

"A blow job then?" asked Mitch.

"I'll see what I can do," Mike replied.

Mitch approached Ben, "Same sleeping arrangements tonight.  We'll all go out
for pizza after the game."

Ben was glad he would be spending another night with Mike.

Part 5:  Last evening together

That night over music, Mike abruptly broke the ice, "Ben, do you want a blow
job?"

Ben shot back, "Yeah!  I thought I was off limits?"  He pulled off his shirt
and began to pull down his cotton shorts, "I don't think I can return the
favor."

"That's alright.  Let me take care of your shorts." said Mike as he went
into a drawer and pulled out a packet and a tube.  He then knelt in front of
Ben between his legs as he sat on the side of the bed.  He laid Ben back and
began kissing his chest, then started to suck his nipples.  Ben groaned in
surprise at how great that felt.  Then Mike descended his 6-pack while his
hands began removing Ben's shorts.  Over the navel, down the pubic curve, he
bypassed the swelling rod, spread Ben's legs, and licked the back side of
his hairless balls.  Then he started moving for the end of Ben's shaft, nose
in Ben's pubic bush.  Ben was pulsing with anticipation.  Mike grabbed his
cock, then put a ring of rubber over the cherry, pulled a loose end and
started rolling it down to the base of his cock.

"What are you doing?" asked Ben surprised but excited to see his cock in a
condom for the first time.

"Safe sex." Mike replied.

"But I'm a virgin!?" Ben exclaimed kinda hurt.

"Don't be offended, Ben.  I believe you are, but I'm not." Mike explained,
"To prove I trust you, I'm pulling it off at the end, finishing you with my
hand, and then having a feast.

"You can transmit mouth to cock?  I thought it was the other way?  Haven't
you been tested?"  Ben asked.

"Yes Ben, both ways.  If I'm going to start with someone new, which is not
often and ideally wouldn't be necessary if I could just find a committed
relationship, we both get tested.  I tested negative 2 weeks ago,"  Mike
explained more.

"That's great!  Take the condom off!" Ben encouraged.

"Ben, you wait 3 months with safe sex, or better yet abstention, test again,
and if you're both negative again, then you can begin."  Mike answered, then
Ben felt warmth around his glans through the condom, and a tongue at the
base of his slit working around the encased edges of his glans and upper
shaft.  Ben was sent into ecstacy.  When he came back down a little, he
began a manly chant, "Oh yeah, suck my cock."  Mike was in heaven.  A potent
boycock in his mouth with a cocky owner, a firm small ass in one hand, the
other gently twisting a sprouting nipple.  The cock was swelling, and
leaking.  Ben was about to explode.

"Mike, take it off.  If your taking my load anyway, take it off.  I trust
you.  I trust you." Ben pleaded.

Mike couldn't control himself, pulled the condom and did as he was told.
Tasting Ben, he worked his tongue around the slit.  He put Ben's legs over
his shoulders, pulling his ass half off the bed, and deep throated him just
as pulse after pulse after pulse after pulse filled his mouth, Mike
swallowing to the rhythm.  Ben was panting in exhilaration.  Mike came off
his cock.

"Ben, can I fuck you?" Mike asked.

"Yeah...What do you mean?  Yeah." Ben replied confused.

Oh the innocence.  But he got a "yeah" so his desire increased, "You'll
see."

With Ben's legs over his shoulders, he reached for another condom off the
floor, rolled back his foreskin and slid it on.  He grabbed the lube working
it over his cock, then rubbed on Ben's hole.  Ben was excited, but a little
unnerved.

"Ben, if you want me to stop at anytime, just say so." Mike said as he
pushed Ben's legs onto his chest.  Ben felt exposed like never before.  His
ass folded round and cheeks spread open, legs spread, and his hole sticking
in the air.  And he couldn't move as Mike's weight pressed on his knees on
his chest.  Mike inserted his head, then waited for Ben's wincing to stop.
Then out to roll back the sphincter, then a little more in, wait, again.
Man was this boy tight.  Ben felt himself opening, but was so excited to
have a cock IN him.  When Mike was finally all the way in, he began to rock.
  Ben felt no more pain, but a feeling he could cum without touching his
cock.

"Ben, once I get going it's hard to stop.  Let me know as soon as you can if
you want to stop."  Mike said.  Ben just replied, "keep going."  Mike began
to thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper.  Ben couldn't believe it.
He was getting fucked good.  Then he started to feel pain, "Mike stop."
Mike stopped and began to pull out, "no go," back in and a few more thrusts.

"Mike stop," Mike didn't respond.  Ben wanted to stop.  He was getting
weirded out being fucked.  "Mike stop."

Mike started to pull out, "Ben, you've got to make up your mind!"

"Take it off.  I want your load in me.  Take it off." Ben pleaded.

"Ben, that's the riskiest." Mike warned.

"Take it off!"  Ben demanded.

Mike pulled out, grabbed the condom and pulled it off.  Ben watched as Mike
rolled his foreskin back and pressed his bell and slit against his hole.
Mike put in slowly, then began thrusting.  Ben spewed cum on his navel.  A
few quick deep thrusts and Mike exploded.  Ben felt cum filling his ass and
running down his crack.

"Awe, that was awesome!" Ben exclaimed.

"You're not done yet," Mike replied as he pulled out and rolled Ben on his
stomach on the bed and knees on the floor.  Mike was in awe.  That perfect
ass he saw in the shower two mornings ago was pointing up now as then.  Mike
inserted and began working for a second orgasm.  Ben couldn't believe how
deep it was going this time.  Filled and fucked, he exploded again.  Mike
followed, and Ben felt cum running down the back of his balls.  "I love you,
Ben."  Ben began to cry, "I love you Mike."

Ben and Mike fell asleep in an embrace.  They woke once in the middle of the
night with raging hard-ons and fucked again.  The next morning they fucked
again to relieve their morning stiffs before going to the shower.

They met Mitch for breakfast, and he knew what happened by the gleam in
Ben's eyes.  Ben packed up that afternoon, with both he and Mike shedding
tears and embracing.  Mike, Ben, and Mitch walked to the bus.  "It's hard to
keep these relationships going logistically, but I will try.  I will wait
for you," Mike said as Ben boarded the bus.  They embraced one last time.
Mitch added, "I'll bring him home with me from time to time, and you can
come back here."  Ben was sad on the bus to redneckville, but kept thinking,
"Wacked, blown, and  fucked 4 times!  Not bad!"

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