Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 19:42:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: Robert Torres <rbtorres91@yahoo.com>
Subject: Sam's First Year of College: Living with Jocks Chapter 1

This is my first attempt at writing adult fanfiction. I am a 20 year old
going to school in California. I've wanted to try this out for a while and
so here it is. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. rbtorres91@yahoo.com

This story contains heavy adult content and gay material. 18+

			Sam's First year of College
			     Living with Jocks
				 Chapter 1

My name is Sam Tilden. I am a normal 18 year old guy going to school in
Texas. A California native, I moved out here to go to college after A&M
offered me a full ride.  California was nice and all, but I felt like I
needed a change of scenery, and also to get some space between me and all
the people I knew. I grew up working in the garage with my dad so I know my
way around cars, with all the manual labor I managed to bulk up a bit, I
was 160 lbs at 6'2, and still growing!  Being from California, I've got a
slight tan which goes nicely with my short brown wavy hair and light brown
eyes. I was trapped on the verge between hot and cute, which made it easy
for me to meet new people at school.

I accepted A&Ms offer late by mistake and so was placed on the wait list
for housing. A few days later I received an email asking if I would be ok
with living with upperclassmen. I didn't think much of it and responded
with `yes'.

Move in day arrived in a blink of an eye. My older brother Jake took the
day off from work to go drop me off. If you would see us together you would
never guess we were related. Jake was, in a word, gorgeous. He was 6'2, had
blonde spiked hair, deep blue eyes, and was 170lbs of muscle from years of
playing rugby. I always admired him growing up, he taught me most
everything I know. I was going to miss him most of all. Soon after we
arrived he received a phone call that he was needed at work as soon as
possible so he apologized and left me in front of the school. A quick
goodbye, and he was gone.

I made my way to the new student orientation area and filled out all the
boring house and safety forms. I received my ID card and my keys and was
told that my roommate would move in a couple of days later when the
returning students were allowed to move back in.  I was in a senior suite,
three rooms for four people, a kitchen, one bathroom, and a living room.
There were nametags on each of the doors, I was in a double, the other name
on the door was `Adam Miller'.  The room was your standard college room, a
desk, bed and mattress, waste bin, and a desk lamp. I decided to take the
bed by the window and started unpacking.

Orientation was long and dull, the gist of it was do your work on time, and
don't party too hard. When I got back to my room I was taken by surprise to
see that my house mates had moved in. I was told that upperclassmen
wouldn't move in for at least another two days. One of the guys greeted me
at the door.

"Hey buddy, you must be Sam-" He said as he extended his arm foreword for a
handshake.

"I'm Adam. Its nice to meet you" he added. We shook hands and he noticed
the confused expression on my face.

"Oh, you must be wondering what we're doing here ahead of schedule"

"Yea, I was told upperclassmen weren't moving in for anther couple of
days."

He let go of my hand "That's true, but sports teams get to move in early to
start practicing."

"Oh you guys are on a team?"

He smiled and replied, "You're looking at the best players of the Varsity
baseball team."

At that moment a million thoughts rushed through my head. From how lucky I
was to be living with smoking hot jocks to how fucked I was if they if they
found out I was gay.

Time passed classes started, and my worries subsided. All of these guys
were laid back and relaxed. They were very nice and always invited me to
tag along to parties or to go into town. They were all in great shape and
wore clothes that showcased it. Texas weather also allowed them to wear
less clothing, especially around the house. I liked to hang out in the
living room and watch them lounge. Adam was built solid, he was 6' olive
skin light brown hair and had thick strong arms and was the best hitter on
the team. Then there was Chris, he was a little shorter than Adam and
slightly leaner but still had meaty strong legs. He had pale skin and black
hair. Finally there was Brett, who was the captain of the team. Brett was
Italian, stood tall at 6'2 had dark wavy hair and had a perfect body. He
had bulging arms, big pecs, and a six pack, all of which was covered by
thick dark curly hair. I was in heaven. On warmer days they wore nothing
but gym shorts which made them look like Greek gods.

Night time was my favorite. The guys had morning practice so they would all
go to bed at around midnight. I myself am a night owl so I got most of my
work done at night in my room. When the nights began to get warmer Adam
began going to bed with nothing but boxers on. The hot nights would make
him toss his covers aside in his sleep. I was always tempted to look but
was always worried he would catch me looking. I got excited when I found
out that he snores while he is in deep sleep. The light from my desk lamp
was enough to light up the room enough for me to clearly see him on his
bed.

Adam slept like a real stud. Flat on his back, big powerful arms at his
side, and his legs wide enough apart that they let a little breeze through
his boxers. I got more excited once he started sleeping without his covers
because I was able to see that Adam actually gets boners while he sleeps.
He wore boxers without the button on the fly and so it gave me a clear view
to his cock. In his sleep he never got fully hard, but from what I could
see he was around 8 inches long and really thick. He was also uncircumcised
and he had a lot of foreskin.

On weekend nights he would go out to party and often picked up chicks. He
would bring them back to the room and would give me a heads up in advance
so I would leave the room open for him. On those nights I would sleep in
the living room, which wasn't too bad because we had a large comfortable
couch. But the weekend nights when he would go out drinking were my
favorite. He would come back to the room at around 3 in the morning,
undress and knock out on his bed. His snoring on these nights was much
louder and its when I would get up the courage to get a bit bold. I would
slowly get out of bed and go over to the room to lock the door. I would
turn on my desk light and move it to point against the wall to make sure
none of the light would disturb and wake up Adam.

As I stepped closer to his bed I was able to smell the thick smell of beer
coming from his mouth. Looking at his massive naked body in the dim light
got me hard almost instantly. I noticed the tent in his boxers again, and
after moments of building up courage I reached through the fly and grabbed
his rubbery semi-hard jock cock. It was very warm and just a little moist
because of the hot summer night. I slowly began to jerk him through the
fly, carefully paying attention to his rhythmic snoring and to any other
signs he might wake up. Finally I slowly pulled his cock out through the
fly and let it pulse in the dim light. It was the finest piece of meat I
had seen. I let go of it and just stared at it, watching how the throbbing
would slowly pull back the foreskin a little. Even all the way hard now his
cockhead was still covered by a good amount of foreskin. The tip of his
cockhead visible had a steady stream of precum coming out. Adam's snoring
remained loud and steady so I decided to finally taste him. I slowly leaned
forward and licked the drop of precum that was just coming out of his
cock. I savored the taste, and my mind began to race. I was actually
tasting the seed of a college stud. I started to circle his cockhead with
my tongue, savoring his taste with each lick.  Using my tongue I slowly
pushed back his foreskin until I finally had his whole cockhead in my
mouth. I slowly began to suckle a steady stream of cum out of the hunk. Out
of nowhere I felt the stud's hand grab my head and forced it onto his
cock. He shoved what felt like at least 8 solid inches of his manhood down
my throat.  He murmured, "yea bitch, take it."

I panicked and quickly lifted my head allowing myself to breathe. I quickly
backed away from the stud and was worried I was going to get beaten to a
bloody pulp right there and then. Then I noticed that not only was he not
getting up, but his snoring continued.

"He was still asleep" I whispered to myself.

I was safe, for now. I decided it would be far to risky to proceed, so I
turned off my light, climbed into bed and jacked off as I savored his taste
in my mouth and looked at his glistening throbbing cock in the moonlight.

End of Chapter 1