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It’s been a long
time since I started this story, so here’s a short recap: Our
Hero, the narrator, aka moi,
is attending a college orientation weekend, the first time his beloved
mother has let him loose from her apron strings long enough to even
have a chance at any kind of sex beyond solitaire. He has taken
full advantage of the opportunity, and in one afternoon has been
introduced to the wonderful world of gay sex. We resume the story
after dinner the first night, after approximately the fourth round of
orgasms.
Getting Oriented, part 3
We lay together on and in each other. My virgin ass was history; my sexual liberation
had been awesome, now that I was finally free from my
mom. I had frequently jerked off several times in one day, but
the amount of raw, uninhibited college boy sex that I’d engaged in the
last several hours was beyond my wildest fantasies. And believe
me, I used to have some pretty wild fantasies. Like blowing my
English teacher in his room after school while he sat at his desk
grading papers, me naked under his desk, and the hall door open, and
then Jimmy comes in because he has detention, and he whips his cock
out... But I’m digressing. That little fantasy hasn’t been
played out yet.
But back to Orientation. We lay there, three cocks in three
asses, when there was a loud rap on the door and a voice announced,
“Floor meeting in five minutes in the lounge. Come as you
are. Clothing not needed.” He left the door open and we
heard him repeat the message as he went down the hall. We
separated ourselves and wiped extra cum off each other, and then went
down to the lounge to join the rest of the guys. The floor
counselor was sitting on a stool in the front of the room, naked like
everyone else. It would make a good story to tell you about his
chiseled muscles and the massive cock that dangled half way to the
floor. But he was pretty average too: just another ordinary
guy with an ordinary cock. Actually, it was kind of reassuring to
be with a bunch of boys who were just as average as I was, and who
found each other totally hot.
“Welcome to Getting Acclimated to Yohnsbury State weekend, and to the
campus headquarters of Delta Iota Kappa, which we call “DIK
Head.” You are all here because, on one of those endless forms
you filled out, you requested “alternate sexual orientation" as a
qualification for a roommate. In other words, this is the gay
floor. We’re all here for the same reason. If you think
you’re here by mistake, this would be a good time for you to leave.”
No one got up to go. As he talked, he had begun idly jacking
himself, and his cock was about half hard, sticking straight out from a
very small and obviously trimmed patch of blond pubic hair .
Maybe he was thinking about what was going to happen. Who
knows? I didn’t, at the time.
“We’re going to do a couple of ice breaker games, so that you get to
know each other. Let’s do a body rub first. Everybody stand
up and take a partner, someone you don’t know yet. OK, everybody
got a partner? Yo Dude! You over there, c’mere; you can be
my partner. All right, the object is to rub as much of your
partner’s body as you can, but without using your hands. In fact,
you have to hold each other’s hands at your sides. While you are
doing that, see how much information you can exchange about
yourselves. The pair who cums the most wins. You have five
minutes. Go!”
He didn’t need to tell me twice! Nor my partner, a boy I had seen
but not talked to yet. Now I found out his name was Gary, and he
was from New Alexandria. He was smaller than me, but really
wiry. He looked like a wrestler, maybe five-eight or so, and
maybe 135 pounds. Man, was he ever hard! All over. He
pushed his hardon against mine as I pushed back, both of us rubbing for
maximum body contact. I think I remembered to tell him my name;
I’m not sure. It didn’t seem like five minutes, but time was
called, and we could let go of each other’s hands and use them for some
manual explorations, as well as a really tight hug. It was great,
even though we didn’t get to cum. We sat down next to each other.
“OK, the next game is called ‘Cum Quick.’ Put your hand on the
dick of the boy next to you, so that you’re each holding the other’s
dick. You can squeeze but you can’t jack. Whenever anybody
hears me say ‘come’ in any word, any context, you yell out ‘Cum Quick’
and then you can jack your partner. The first one to cum wins the
round, and we start over. The idea is to keep your partner right
on the edge, but if you make him cum in between turns, you’re
both out. Everybody ready?”
“OK, I need to cover the basic rules for the weekend, which will become
the”
“Cum quick!” several boys yelled out, and a frenzy of jacking
began. My partner had very talented finger tips, and had been
playing me like a skin flute during the instructions, but even being
pretty close to the edge I wasn’t first. A boy across the room
was the first to erupt, squirting several streams of cum onto his chest
and over his partner’s hand, and that round ended. I told my
partner to back off so that I didn’t cum out of turn. The
counselor started to talk again.
“Like I was saying, the rules for the weekend... turn into -- Ha,
gotcha! You thought I was going to say -- the magic word --
again! The rules for the weekend turn into the rules for the
whole college year up here on the DIK Head floor. Here’s the
basics: no hurting intentionally. This is not the place for
sadism. No forcing any guy to do anything he doesn’t want
to. We don’t do rape here. What we do up here, stays up
here. Just like the Las Vegas co-- uh,
advertisement. Most of the time, the door only opens to our own
key cards. First day, parent’s day, those are exceptions, and
you’ll need to keep your clothes on and your dicks out of sight.
Other than that, when you come in”
“Cum Quick!” about five voices yelled, and the jacking frenzy began
again. My partner had backed off some, but I was leaking precum
like crazy and in fact so was he, and we both tightened and pushed at
the same time, and that was what it took for both of us to spew out cum
into the air, onto our chests, over our hands. We weren’t the
only ones, either. About half the remaining pairs were
doing the same thing, and the air was thick with the smell of
cum. The counselor started his spiel again.
“So when you enter the floor, you can ditch your clothes, but when you
leave, you have to be respectable. And also, no outing anyone
without his permission. We don’t care whether you choose to out
yourself or not, but don’t do anything outside that would call
attention to us. We have a sweet deal up here, and we don’t want
it messed up by any newcomers.”
“Cum Quick!” rang out from some of the remaining pairs still in the
game, and a couple more guys were spurting almost immediately.
The counselor resumed. “Condoms: always, always, always use
condoms for anal sex. No matter how careful you are, there’s
always a risk. We’re human, after all, and we make mistakes
sometimes. We keep a good assortment in here, and you pay on the
honor system. We buy in bulk, and they cost about a quarter
each. So toss a quarter in the basket whenever you take one, and
we’ll be able to keep them in stock. It’s not like it a major
source of income or”
“Cum quick!” The voices sounded almost frantic, and in
fact, three or four more boys came on the spot. My partner
had been playing flute with his fingers on my dick again, and I was
getting hard again. So was he.
“anything, we just don’t want to lose money.” He finished his
sentence almost without a pause. “Visitors. Be very careful
about who you bring up here. No casual hookups. No one you
don’t know really well. You guys were all pre-screened and you
have had recent medical checkups, but after this, you have to do
your own screening. And also, no women can come”
“Cum quick!” By this time, no one bothered to notice who was
first and who was not. Every boy in the room had cum at least
once in the last half hour, and most of us were soft again. Not
to mention covered with cum.
“Definitely no women,” he went on. You can visit your female
friends in their dorms, not here. Doors. We maintain an
open door policy on the floor. There are no secrets up here, so
no reason for closed doors. Everybody knows what everybody does
all the time.
“So that’s the story, boys. Have fun this weekend, and try to get
some sleep tonight. You can burn a couple hundred calories having
sex, and some of you horn dogs have been going at it pretty much
non-stop this afternoon. But even guys our age need some
rest. Breakfast is from 8:00 to 9:00 tomorrow in Foster Dining
Hall, and you’re due at the auditorium in Stouffer at 9:30. Don’t
be late, or Dr. Dukane will have your balls.”
We headed back to our rooms, and Doug and Drew decided to stay with us
rather than returning to their own room. Doug and I agreed to
take one bed and Peter and Drew the other. We were all cummy and
sweaty, so we joined most of the rest of the floor in the shower.
A couple of guys were jerking each other off under the hot water, but
the rest of us were done with sex for the time being. Back in our
room, Doug and I got into bed and he pulled me against him
spoonwise. I covered his hands with mine and went to sleep fully
satisfied with my first day of liberation from Mom. I was now a
fully functional, fully gay young man, and I was one happy
camper. College Orientation didn’t officially start until the
morning, but my orientation was already going just fine.
Thend.
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with dates of most recent modifications. --Ash
Cummencement
Exercises, |
in
High school, |
5/26/05, |
No
Fishing, |
in
Young Friends, |
5/27/05, |
| Angel
in Church, |
in Adult Youth, |
7/29/05, |
Emale
Exchange, |
in College, |
6/6/05, |
| Lessons
in the Dark, |
in Adult Youth, |
6/7/05, |
Missionary
Positions, |
in Adult/Youth, |
6/8/05, |
| Lesson
to
Remember, |
in College, |
6/10/05, |
Summer
Studies, |
in
College, |
6/17/05, |
| Discoveries
in Detention, |
High School, |
6/19/05, |
Changes, |
in Adult Youth, |
7/5/05, |
| Getting
Oriented, |
in College, |
7/10/05, |
Come
Brother, |
in
Young Friends, |
7/12/05, |
| Turkish
Dreams, |
in
High School, |
7/20/05, |
Cory
Bo and Doc, |
in College, |
10/31/05, |
| I'm Not
Gay, |
adult/youth, |
12/09/06, |
Bagging
Brent, |
Adult/Youth, |
11/27/06, |
| Twenty-four-Seven, |
in Adult/Youth, |
12/17/06, |
Flight
of Fancy, |
in Adult/Youth, |
12/31/06, |
| No
Pistol in his Pocket, |
Adult/Youth, |
01/08/07 |