Date: Fri, 5 Oct 2018 21:15:38 -0700 From: William Williamson Subject: Campus Bottom (pt. 1) My name is Josh McKenzie and this is the story of how I became the best bottom on campus. I guess I always knew something like this would happen. Since I became sexually aware, I always craved dick but was too shy and self conscious to get dominated by the jocks I fantasized about, so high school was a bit disappointing. Sure, I fooled around with some dudes, hooking up with Grindr tricks and classmates but never feeling really satisfied. All that changed when I got out of my small town and into college, tho. First, a little about myself. I guess I'm somewhere between a twink and an otter? I'm 5'9" with brown hair on top and a slight dusting on my chest and legs. I'm small in stature but not tiny. My body has some definition but nothing like the built chests and arms of the football players, surfers and baseball players I jerked off to. I have a nice, fit, round ass and tight abs that get a lot of compliments. I'm also one of those small guys with a big cocks, for all the good that does - cuz I'm a total bottom. I have piercing blue eyes and I'm also very flexible (thanks gymnastics)! As I already mentioned, my shyness kept me from getting the sex I truly wanted in high school but, as I headed into my freshman year of college I made a commitment to myself to change that. I was done with boys, I wanted men. Many men, if possible. And with my university having many athletes, there were fit, confident men as far as the eye could see! Every day it was a struggle to not walk around with my 8" cock starting to snake down the leg of my pants. Don't get me started on how the group showers in my dorm made me salivate. I had to start showering at unpopular times. I wanted jock dick, but I also didn't want to get beaten up by a straight footballer who didn't like my shower boners. The first week of college drug on and on as as each day passed, I got hornier and hornier. I couldn't focus and I knew I needed my ass pounded, I needed to feel full. By Wednesday of the second week I couldn't take it any more. I looked up gay clubs online and found one not too far from campus called Thirst. It was 21+ and I was only 19 but I had a fake ID a friend made me and I was desperate. I took a Lyft to the club to try my luck. From the outside, Thirst looked like one of the typical gay clubs you see on TV. Loud music inside, muffled by thick concrete walls and adorned with neon signs and poster advertising drag night and latin night. Since it was a Wednesday, I was hoping there was no bouncer and I could just walk right in, but no such luck. Sitting in the doorway was a tall man in his 20s with black, buzzed hair, built arms and a 5:00 shadow that drove me wild. I tried to walk past him casually but he grabbed my arm. His big hand almost circled my forearm. His tight grip was sexy. "You know I need to see your ID, boy." I reached into my back pocket with my free hand and produced, quite possibly, the worlds worst fake ID. It was far too thick and obviously homemade. I handed it over. The bouncer immediately laughed and pocketed the card. "Nice try boy, but I can't let you in here with just that. You barely look 18 to begin with." His laugh was as sexy as his arms and the whole situation was making me so horny. I simultaneously felt so close to getting what I wanted and equally so far but the whole time, totally overcome with hormones. My old, shy self started to show up, I nodded at the burly bouncer and turned to walk away. But as I took two steps something came over me, a drive and desire that I always knew was there but was never brave enough to act on. I looked back over my shoulder and the bouncer was watching my ass as I walked. In that moment, with almost animal instinct, I knew what I had to do. And I knew it would work. I turned around and walked back up to the bouncer, my cock starting to snake down my very tight jeans. "What if I gave you more than a shitty fake ID?" I said, casually stroking my cock through my jeans as it grew longer. The bouncer uncrossed his arms and raised his eyebrow. "You really want in bad, don't you, boy?" the bouncer growled. My brain was on automatic. "Yes, sir." I said, looking him right in his eyes. He smirked and reached down to grab a walkie talkie off his belt. "This is Front Door, I'm going on my break." he said into the speaker. He didn't wait for a response before he grabbed my arm again and led me around a corner to the building's alley. The anticipation was killing me as he took me by the building's service door and behind the water heater. The alley was not-quite private but dimly lit. Just as we got partially out of view, the bouncer let go of my arm and moved his strong hand to my shoulder. He didn't say anything as he started to push me down. I responded immediately, knowing that this was the transaction I came here for. I dropped to my knees, the asphalt felt hard and cold. I looked up at the bouncer who smiled back at me from the darkness while circuit music thumped distantly through the walls. He undid his belt, unzipped his jeans and produced the biggest cock I had ever seen in my young life. I wasted no time. Taking a deep breath I inhaled his manhood at once, curling my lips expertly trying to earn my admission. I bobbed up and down on his shaft paying extra attention to his head as his already thick cock grew to it's full length in my mouth. I only took a break from sucking so that I cloud really work his head and slit over with my tongue. It tasted salty and delicious. He let go of my shoulder and moved both his big hands to the back of my head, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I could hear him moaning slightly and breathing heavier. It only motivated me more, I wanted him to feel like he didn't waste his break on me. The bouncer started fucking my throat in earnest. "Yeah, fuck yeah" he began to whisper as his hips bucked forward and his long member sank deeper into my throat. "Fuck you suck a good cock boy" he said as he gripped my hair, getting better control of how my head moved. I was in heaven. He slightly increased his pace and I knew I was about to earn my way into the club. Suddenly the bouncer pulled me off by my hair and grabbed his cock with his free hand. I knew it was time. I shifted positions to look up at his handsome face, opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue just as he exploded into my mouth, on my lips and across my cheek. He came for what seemed like an eternity and I gladly lapped up his juice, as he released my hair. I moved back to his shrinking cock and sucked the last of the sweet drops as the bouncer's breathing slowed down. He pulled me off again, tucked his junk back into his pants and zipped up. Without another word the bouncer walked around the water heater and loudly banged on the service door. It swung open and the bouncer said "this one's fine" and gestured at me, still on my knees in the darkness licking my lips. I saw another man just inside the door laugh as I got up and say "You're the boss, Mike" and without another word I walked through the door and into Thirst. I was so proud of myself, not only was I finally brave enough to get the dick I had always wanted but it got me into a club! It was like learning a new power you never knew you had. My cock-sucking skills were literally opening up doors. I still tasted Mike's nut on my mouth as I made my way through Thirst to the center of the dance floor. It wasn't too busy but there were enough guys there, all of them better then the slim-pickings from my tiny home town. It was like a buffet of sexy men and sexy music. I loved the thrilling feeling it gave me to be surrounded by exclusively gay men for the first time in my life. I wanted to get a drink but I also didn't want to wash the salty taste out of my mouth. I made a long circle around the parameter of the bar checking things out. There were bathrooms in the back, a small balcony upfront and a long, dimly lit hall just off the right corner. I peered down the long corridor and could see two guys making out at the end. "Ah cool" I said to myself as I made my way towards the bar. As I crossed the room I saw Mike, the bouncer, back at his post and talking to a a greek-god of a man in a white polo shirt. I ordered a drink and started chatting up the guy next to me, never quite taking my eyes off the front door. Mike and White Polo chatted for a long time, as if they were old friends. As their conversation wrapped up, Mike gestured my way and they both looked right at me. I tried to pretend I didn't notice, turning my attention to the blonde college student next to me. I didn't want to seem clingy to Mike but White Polo was just so sexy. My drink arrived and the blonde wandered off to another part of the club. As I grabbed the glass and started to explore more I could see White Polo wrap up his conversation with Mike and making his way into the club, never really taking his eyes off me. White Polo was tall and handsome with a broad chest and biceps that strained the cuffs of his shirt. He had olive skin and salt and pepper hair. You could tell he spent time both outdoors and in the gym. He was basically perfect, the man I could never find at home. And if Mike told him anything, he knew I was a good cock-sucker. If I played my cards right, he may just fuck me before the night was up and boy did I need that. I made my way through the club, chatting here and there with guys as I finished my drink. I seemed to be getting a lot of attention, which made me very happy. I ran into blondie again, while he was chatting with some friends and as we talked I noticed we were standing right next to the dark hallway. As the conversation wound down again, I finished my drink and set it on a small shelf. When I looked up I was standing face-to-face with White Polo. It was like he appeared out of nowhere. And for a second neither of us moved or said a thing. He just looked at me like an animal looking at prey. Then he leaned in, I assumed to kiss me. I sharply inhaled as he missed my face and went to my ear, his hand gripping my shoulder. "How old are you?" he demanded. My hands started to shake with lust. "N-nineen" I managed to get out, after what felt like an eternity. "You go to State?" he asked next. "Yeah..." "Would you like to try out for a job?" I was confused. I thought this bronze god was going to be more than just a weird job offer. I must have shown my skepticism on my face because he started smiling and said "Don't worry, Mike said you already passed the first interview." And with that, he casually rubbed his hand across my crotch. I almost melted. "What's the next step?" I asked, and White Polo nodded to the darkened hallway. I didn't have to be told twice as I turned and made my way down to where the couple had been making out, White Polo massaging my firm ass the whole way. As we got midway down the hall he pulled me backwards and started rubbing his large, manly hands down my chest as his massive tool started grinding into the back of my pants. I involuntarily moaned as he bent his head forward and softly bit my neck. I was in absolute ecstasy as he made a trail of bites up my neck and to my ear. After he nibbled on my earlobe he whispered "You want this cock?" His voice was raspy and masculine and I could tell it was less of a question and more of an order. I was so turned on. Not only did White Polo want me, he was ready to fuck me in the club. It was magic and I was here for it. Tonight was everything I had hoped it would be. Instead of answering him I bent forward against the adjacent wall, sticking my ass out to show him how ready I was. "Nice" he said as he began to spank and grab my ass. At the same time we reached for our belts. The synchronicity was electric. In one move, I had my pants down to my knees, exposing my firm ass. My hole was quivering with anticipation, I wanted fucked so bad. White Polo's pants were slower to come down as he was fishing a packet of lube out of his pocket. Once he was in position, he spread the lube across his massive 9", uncut monster of a cock. It was bigger than Mike's, any of the boys back home, even my cousin's. I had never wanted sex so badly. I bent over further, exposing my pulsing hole, showing how willing I was to take White Polo's rod. He leaned forward, placed on hand on the wall and used the other to guide his dripping cock head to my waiting hole. With one confident movement he popped his mushroom head into me. I grunted and pushed my ass back, relaxing into his fullness. It was the biggest cocked I'd ever taken I loved it. As the music thumped he slowly pushed every inch into my chute. He was so hard, I could feel his heartbeat inside of me. He waited just a moment for me to get adjusted before sliding most of the way out and slamming back into me. And he kept at it. I twisted around to look at him and saw only a mix of determination and lust in his eyes as he slammed in and out of me. It was everything I'd imagined it could be. Just as I thought it couldn't get any better, he reached up with his free hand and lightly choked me. I arched my back more. "Yes! Fuck yes!" I damn near shouted as his balls slapped into me and my hard and wet cock slapped against the wall. Every push of his hips was fire. White Polo's deep thrust kept coming, one after another. Each plunge hitting a spot in me that had never been hit before. I continued shouting, nobody could hear me over the music, but even if they could I didn't care. Each thrust felt like it went deeper than the last. Finally, White Polo reached down to grab my aching cock and in three jerks I was firing cum all over his hand and the wall. "That's right boy!" White Polo growled "Fucking cum for me!" And with that he gave one last massive push and I felt his seed gush into my hole. Squirt after squirt of daddy juice filed me and I moaned and sat back on his beefy fuck stick, taking all of him in me. As he came he leaned over me, and I could feel his hot breath on the back of my neck. We stayed that way for just a moment before White Polo pulled out. I felt empty but satisfied. We both reached down and started to put pants on. When we were done White Polo handed me a business card and said "My office, 5:00, Friday if you want the job." I looked at the card and back up at him in awe. It read 'Derek Lopez, Assistant Football Coach' And with that, he walked out of the hall. I stood there dazed. I was an amazing night and I couldn't wait for what came next. The only thing I knew was that I wouldn't miss that meeting for the world.