Date: Mon, 8 Mar 2010 09:33:24 -0700
From: Jay roberts <diplomat1501@msn.com>
Subject: "The Anatomy of a Seduction, Part One"  by Jay Roberts     Gay Encounters and Gay College

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The student athletic center has a great gym.  The machines are computerized
and after a test by the trainer, you get a plastic card that you insert in
each machine and it remembers your weights and reps.  It's impressive, but
I never use it.  I prefer the old fashioned free weights, but even then,
their weights look like they were designed by Ikea.  For instance the ten
pound weights are yellow, twenty pound red and so on.  It's-o-o Swedish.

I use the facilities three times a week.  I'm not a gym rat, but the
exercise and the swim relax me from the rigors of class attendance, and
studying.  Then to, there's the great eye-candy.  College gyms are special
for that since the users are all young, well, there are occasional old
professors, but who notices.

Last Monday I spied a kid whose appearance just knocked me out.  He may not
be your type, but he sure was dripping sexuality.  He kinda looked like a
male hooker, small features, a bit on the short side, given to adjusting
his package frequently too.  He had a great build, good arms and strong
legs, but it was his cocky manner that pulled me in.  I saw him on
Monday's, Wednesday's and Friday's, the same days I went.  I'm afraid I
stared too often because he stared back at me, lifted his shoulders and
turned his palms up as if to say, "What's with you?"

I took that as an opening.  I walked over to his bench.  "You do good work.
Nice form."

He looked at me warily, "Thanks."

I pushed on.  "I like your arm development.  In fact, your whole body is in
excellent condition."  I help out my hand, "Name's Jesse, Jesse Knolls."

He cocked his head on the side and gave me a hard look.  "You hitting on
me?  If so, flake off."

I guess I turned red and walked back to my weight sitting on the floor and
began rapid crunches.  Then I heard a voice behind me.  "Bummer, but you're
wasting your time.  I got knocked out of the ring yesterday."

I put my weight down.  There was a kid I had noticed before.  Not a looker
but he had something.  He was pretty tall, maybe six feet two and had nice
long brown hair that hung on either side of his face.  Maybe his nose was a
bit long and curved down, but his brilliant blue eyes were nice as well as
his curvy mouth.  He held out a hand, "Jake here.  Wanta have coffee
after?"

Well we both knew who we were and it felt nice to have a coffee date with a
cute, in the know, guy.  I looked forward to it and finished up and waited
outside of the building for him to come out.

There he was, smiling at me like his face would break.  I was getting warm
over this half nerd, half hottie.  "Follow me," he said.

"Blow in my ear and I'll follow you anywhere," I said not too originally.

"I don't blow ears," he said, grabbing my shoulder companionably and
pushing me onward.

His destination was to lead me to a small street off College Avenue.  There
it was ahead, a little dusty coffee place.  There were a few tables outside
and inside a few more.  The tables rocked and had folded paper under some
of the legs.  "It kinda looks like my dorm room, only cleaner," I told him.

"Same here, but the coffee is the best you'll ever taste.  Some of the guys
"from our team" claim that there is something in the coffee that...well
seems to make them semi hard all day."

"I'm always up a bit.  Being around the campus and seeing all these guys
keeps the blood flowing in that direction."

We took our mugs outside so we could talk without being overheard.  Jake
got his confidential face on.  "Jesse, I bet you don't even know the name
of that hot gym kid."

"True, but I'm won't bother finding out because he is a dead end street."

"Maybe not.  His name is Shane.  I've done a bit of detective work about
him.  I got some friends in high places here."

"Yeah?  What did you find out, he's layed a girl a day?"

"That could be true, girls really dig him, but that's not what I am
referring to."

"Keep talking."

Jake got even quieter and leaned even closer.  I could feel his warm breath
on my face and his knee was pressing into mine.  I got a hard on.  It was
one of those that was caught in a funny way.  I reached down and pulled my
jeans away from it and it filled out my front obscenely.  He couldn't see
it, it was under the table.

"Our boi is in trouble," he said.  "His parents got divorced a few months
ago and their finances are all screwed up.  He has defaulted on his college
loan, at least on the monthly payments.  He is arrears for three months,
total about $600."

"Hey Jake, my mind is racing ahead.  You mean that he can be had for
money?"

"Whew, you're brilliant.  Not only that but he is so sexual, I bet he's had
some attention sometime in his life."  Then he was quiet a moment.  "How
are you fixed?"

"What does that mean?"

"You got money?  Are you a rich kid?  I guess I am, but I couldn't hide
spending six hundred with no explanation."

"Yeah, I get my money from my grandfather's trust for me.  I can withdrawn
any time and for any amount I want.  I usually don't abuse it.  I don't
even have a car and I live on campus instead of renting an apartment."

"Congratulations.  You are a prudent boi.  Now I can squeak, maybe two
hundred, if you can put up the rest, I think we can do business with that
cutey."

Now I have never paid for sex.  I am a fox.  Guys want me.  Maybe I could
get paid for it even.  But I had such an overwhelming desire for this Shane
that I'd toss all my scruples out the window.  Besides, I'm enjoying Jake's
company.  Maybe there's a three-some in our future.

I held out my hand.  "Jake, count me in.  I'm already dreaming about Shaney
with the light brown pubes."

He took my hand and held it.  Jake had a nice hand.  I looked down at it,
there were some shiny black hair on the back, hot!  He rubbed my palm a
bit.  "Let's toss a little salad to celebrate the deal."

I answered with a husky voice, "My place.  We can't mess it up, it's
already that way."

Up in my dorm Jake behaved in the most relaxed matter of fact way.  It
relaxed me, made it seem that we can enjoy ourselves without any
commitments or drama.  I could already see that Jake was just a nice guy
and one who takes his sexuality for granted and just enjoys it.

Looking at each other we slowly took off our college boy clothes.  You know
them, we're all slaves to copying each other.  My flannel shirt first and
my tee shirt came off.  He did the same.  Wow, he had a fine chest, some
hair in the center and tannish nubs.  His waist was small and there was
promise of a six pack.  They always show on these skinny guys.

He was looking admiringly at me.  Guys like my smooth chest and light
coloring and maybe my pink tits.

We rushed to get our rubber sandals off and then pants.  Neither of us worn
underwear.  We are such sluts.  We stood and looked down at each other's
cocks, not trying to hide our interest.  As we stared at each other, our
cocks began to rise.  Pretty soon they were plastered against our young
bellies.  We were about the sane size.  He wasn't cut, I was.  His balls
hung way down, much more than mine.

There was a faint odor of our genitals beginning to waft into our noses.
That smell galvanized into action.  Somehow we each knew what kind of sex
we would have.  I got on my bed, lying on me side.  He smiled down at me
and reversed himself so that his cock was at my face.

Slowly and comfortably we each lifted the other's cock and put out our
tongues and licked.  We murmured a soft sex duet and took each other's
cocks into our mouths and slurped them.  More sounds, humming.  We were
both not quiet enjoyers, but that was nice.  The buzz around our cocks from
our vocalizing was great.

He reached a hand around and grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pressed a
squeeze on it.  Nice.  Friendly.  A signal to get to work.  In a minute we
both swallows the other's cocks and suckled them with an epicurean's
delight.  More sound, almost gasps.

He backed up.  "Jesse, I am real close, I don't know what's with me.  I
guess you're too hot for me to last."

I croaked, "Maybe it's the deal with Shane.  It's got me almost spilling."

He patted my ass.  "Let's just go for it."

We resumed sucking.  This time taking more cock into our mouths and sucking
harder.  I heard loud moans.  That was me.  I also smelled sex sweat as our
bodies began to emit sweat.  I felt Jake's hand on my back pressing hard.
I think he was signaling me that he was about to cum.  I stopped trying to
hold back and just hurled myself into my cum.

It was a great cum for me, strong, heavy and draining.  Just perfect for a
mid day shooting party.  Jake swallowed everything and did his sweet
offering.

We rolled away from each other.  I thought maybe we'd kiss, but this was a
partnership, not a love affair and that was okay.  We were both breathing
hard, like runners after a heat.  Finally Jake said, "Now we are buddies.
That romp sealed the deal.  Now let's plans to get Mr. Shane to play on our
team for awhile."

"Yeah.  What's the first move?"

"I'll approach him.  You already struck out kiddo."

So Jake did, the next day, at the gym and when Shane left, he came over to
me when I was doing crunches.  "It's all set.  Meet in your dorm at seven
tonight."

I stopped working out.  "What did you say to him?"

"Nothing fancy.  He's pretty worldly wise.  I just asked him if he could
use some big bills.  He asked me if it was something illegal.  I think, at
first, he thought it involved drugs.  I came right to the point.  'No babe,
my friend Jesse and will be hand you a few hundred for borrowing your bod
for about a half hour.  At first he looked shocked at me.  He even began to
cock his fists.  Then he relaxed.  'You mean it?'"

Then he started the usual straight boy stuff.  You know, he would
reciprocate and that we would just suck him off.  I think he'd had some
experience in that.  He was emphatic, "Nothing more, or I bail."

"So Jake, be there for the big event."


End Part One