I went out to work in the real world after graduating from high school
so I didn't start college until I was 24.  And you know all those
stories about young, horny college studs?  Well, they're only myths.
And, were they not myths, I wouldn't have the time to go after them.
I have school and, after 2 years of hard work, I'm not going to blow it
for a piece of meat.  However, there was one person who got down my
pants by way of my heart...

I hate Astronomy.  But, if I want to graduate, I need the science
course and loathing the upcoming test is not going to make it go away.
My roommate was in our room and, since every other word out of his mouth
was a synonym for breast, I found concentration difficult at best; so I
went down to the lounge with my textbook to study.  While I was down
there, there was another student playing the flute.  It was not so loud
that I couldn't concentrate but the sounds were absolutely melodic!  I
sat there pretending to read my book while listing to him make Mozart
sound like it was written solely for him to play.  He was 6' tall with
blond hair and brown eyes and somewhat skinny.  Nevertheless, he had a
sex appeal that was unique--not your stock attractiveness.

After about an hour, he finished and started gathering his stuff to go
up to his room.  I gathered my stuff up to return to my room and joined
him at the elevator.

"You play very well," I said.

"Thanks."  He had a smile that made me melt.  "I only play to relax.
I'm hardly good enough to play professionally."

"Don't be too sure.  Do you usually play every Tuesday night?"

"Yeah, but I'm usually in my room.  My roommate hasn't been feeling well
and I didn't want to keep him awake.  I also practice on Thursday
although I have a meeting that night so I usually don't practice on that
night until much later."

The only organization that meets on Thursday night was the gay
organization on campus, but I decided not to press that point at this
time.  I was definitely interested in getting together with him but I
didn't want to push the matter too quickly.  Anyway, the conversation
was distracted while we got on the elevator with two other people.

"Do you play an instrument?" he asked.

"I know how to play the guitar well enough to use it in my songwriting,
but I'm only half as good as you."

"I'd really like to see some of you stuff."  As he said this, thoughts
flashed through my mind that would probably get my arrested in certain
parts of Georgia.  But if he means it the way I'm thinking, he keep
trying.

About this time, the two people that got on the elevator and one of them
looked back and sneered "Faggot!!!"

I looked directly into his eyes and replied "All the way down to my
collection of baseball bats!"  I have found that this is an effective
way of putting potential gaybashers off despite my average physical
frame.  Usually, they will expect you to avoid a confrontation and will
avoid you when you react aggressively.  Besides which, the elevator door
was closing and I did have a witness.

"Nice reply."

"Thanks.  They're just proof positive that there is no problem in this
world that can't be solved by a mother's love and a Saturday night
special."

He laughed and we reached the fifth floor.  "If you're interested in
doing a duet, I'd love to see some of your music.  Room 513."

"We'll see on Thursday night.  I'm in room 829."

"By the way, I'm Jeff."

"Alan."

Needless to say, it felt like Finals Week was going to get here before
Thursday.  Since I had a class that conflicted with the gay
organizations meeting time, I missed the first hour of the meeting and
usually did not attend due to a long day of classes.  This week,
however, I wouldn't miss it for the world and I even considered ditching
class.  But this was Finance Principles and I was getting a C.
Therefore, I took quick notes, and thanked God Almighty for making our
desks in that class with physical barriers in front allowing me to hide
my 8" erection.

At the end of class, I made quick arrangements for the study session on
Monday and darted out the door.  I caught the shuttle up to central
campus and got to the meeting.  I was surprised to find that Jeff was
not there but then he did not actually say that this was his meeting.  I
decided to stay at the meeting and call him afterwards.  I was
surprised, however, when there was a tap on my shoulder at the end of
the meeting.  It was Jeff and he had decided to forego the meeting in
the hopes that we could get together earlier.  We decided to leave the
meeting early and go back to the dorm.

"My roommate is still sick so I'd rather practice in your room.  Is your
roommate cool about it."

"My roommate is the reason some animal will eat their young.  But don't
worry; I'm calling in a favor to take care of it."

We reach the lobby of our dorm and I got on the lobby phone to Jo, a
friend of mine whom I knew was having a poker game that night.  I asked
her to invite my roommate to the game.  I hoped she wouldn't mind since
he's the biggest pidgeon since the San Diego Chicken and he wouldn't
miss the chance to be socially "in".

"You want me to invite Hooterman to my party?!?"

"You owe me a favor."

"Yeah, and when I do this, you will owe me a bigger one."

"Y'know that blond from the 5th floor that I was telling you about
yesterday?"

"You're forgiven."

We hung up and I told Jeff that I wanted to get some candy from the
vending machine.  I returned with my Twinkies and he pushed the elevator
button.  The the elevator got to the first floor, my roommate stepped
out.

He was about to speak when I interrupted, "I have my key.  Give Jo my
love."  The elevator door closed before he realized I knew about the
party.

"We have to stop by my room and get my flute."

At that point, I pulled him close to me and french kissed him from the
2d to the 6th floors.  "Believe me, we won't have time for that."

We quickly hurried to my room and, as soon as we were inside and the
door was locked, I was all over him.  I started Frenching him as we
worked our way over to my bed.  I laid him back on the bed and started
working my way from his mouth to his ear.  As I nibbled on his lobe, he
started crying in ecstacy.
"Oh God!  If you keep that up I'm going to cum."  I worked my way down
to his neck and, by that time, he had unbuttoned his shirt.  I took one
of his nipples in my mouth.  As I sucked on it, I reached down to undo
his pants.  As his pants came down, his cock sprang out and it was
HUGE!!!  I only reacted briefly but recovered as I worked my way down to
his navel; I didn't want to point out his obvious size since I didn't
know how he would react.  I took his dick in my mouth and manages to get
about 5 of the 11 inches in.  I made it clear that I was going to take
the entire thing in my mouth.

"If you want to take it all, we can do it but it will take patience and
guidance.  Do as I say and we'll be able to do it."  I relaxed and
started working my way down on another inch as I move to the side to
allow deeper access.

"That's it.  Just relax and work slowly."  I continued to work my way
deeper onto his cock.  I don't know how I managed without gagging as
this was the first time I tried anything like it but was very nearly at
the base.  I could tell he was on the verge.  The closer he got, the
deeper I tried to get.  As I reached the base of his cock, he let out a
scream that indicated that he was shooting a load.  I couldn't feel it
as it was already past my gullet but I could feel the juices flowing
through his dick.

Eventually the pulsating started to subside and the cock was turning
flaccid.  I reluctantly let go of the dick and he took me by my hair,
brought me up to his face and started french kissing me.

"I want you to fuck me like a butter churn."  I knew about the farm
reference and was quite happy to oblige.  I quickly stripped my clothes
and he did the same.  He rolled over onto his stomach and squirmed on
the bed. I took a hold of his asscheek; it was firm but not malleable to
the tough. The skin was smooth and what little hair was on it enhanced
the appearance. His crack was shaven and I could see his opening twitch
as I touched it with my finger.

"Fuck me!!!" he cried.  So I went to my clothes drawer and pulled out
the lubricant.  I squeezed some the size of a dime into my palm and
dabbed it onto my finger which I then used to massage his anus.  This
almost sent him into orbit.  I finished applying the lube to his ass and
applied another helping to my dick.  I positioned myself on top of him
and guided my dick to his waiting ass.  The response was almost
immediate; he was as estatic as I was.  I started pumping as hard as I
could.

"Please!!! Fuck me harder!!!" was the only response he could give me.
And that I did.  I started ramming it so hard, it sounded like I was
using a belt on him.

I continued fucking him until I reached my point of climax.  I shot the
largest load I ever had into his ass and then collapsed on top of him.
I held him with my arms as he took my hands in his and squeezed my arms
around him as we fell asleep together.

The preceding story is a work of fiction.  Any similarities to any
actual person, living or straight, is strictly coincidental.