Date: Sun, 6 Aug 2023 13:42:34 -0400 From: Allan@GrassyValley.us Subject: Joe Goes To College (Parts 1 & 2) This a side story to what I call my "The Chronicles of Kevin" Series. This one is about Kevin's Cousin Joe going away to college. This is written so that it can stand-alone but if you want some background, first read, Joe's Revenge on "Meat": https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/joes-revenge-on-meat My stories rarely mention protected sex. But in real life, Always use condoms and get tested regularly. This story is about college-aged men engaging in consensual sex. If this upsets or offends you, then do not read this story. If it is illegal to read this material where you live, then don't! This story is published in the Nifty Archives under their normal agreements, but it remains the property of the author and should not be republished without the author's permission. All rights are reserved. --------------------------------------------------------------------- Joe Goes To College Part 1 - The Journey It finally arrived, the day I have looked forward to for years. This is the day I leave this backward little town and go to college. Everything is packed into my car and I have just said goodbye to my Parents, a process that took longer than I expected. And now I am on the road for the 6-hour drive to Belmont University in Nashville, one of the top three Music Business schools in the nation. And it is in the heart of Country Music, THE "Music City"! Me and my parents visited Belmont last spring, so they had already seen the campus, but it was like pulling teeth to get them to let me drive there alone today. They seemed to think that it was a Rite of Parenthood to escort me to college. But I won out, mostly by promising to call them when I stopped for lunch, after I arrive, and often thereafter. The school is just south of Nashville's famous Music Row, home to several record labels, recording studios, and big-name talent agencies. The north-west corner of campus touches Vanderbilt University's south-east corner, which also has an excellent music program. My great-grandfather went there when it was Vanderbilt Teacher's College. ------------------------------ Let me backtrack a moment and tell you a bit about myself. My name is Joe. I'm 18, 6 feet tall, 190 lbs. (I lost a little over the summer), and my hair is wavey blond with red highlights that fade a bit during the summer. Also, I am gay... something of a slut really, especially for having grown up in a small mountain town in south-eastern Kentucky. I have known I am gay since I was 10 years old, when I had an overwhelming desire to suck the dick of a friend who was a year ahead of me in school. We had been masturbating together but nothing else for over a year when he told me he was no longer shooting blanks and that he wanted to stop beating off with me. I desperately wanted to see him shoot for myself. So, I thought I would go for broke since he said he wanted to stop anyway, and ask him if I could suck him off, something I had always wanted to do. To my surprise, he jumped at the chance. We both enjoyed it so much that he became my very first "repeat customer, " what I call the guys who have returned to let me get them off more than once. Over the time since then, I have taken many, many loads of cum from about 16 guys, and not all of those loads down my throat. I was 13 when one of my repeat customers asked if he could "cornhole" me. That was the way the country-bumpkin said it, but I knew what he meant. I was hesitant because I was an anal virgin, but I had thought about getting fucked and wondered how it would feel. So, I quickly ran through the plusses and minuses. The guy's dick was average size at about 6.5" and slender (less likely to damage me), I wanted to do it (did I ever), and I could think of no minuses except that it might hurt. So, I said okay, asking him to go slow because I had not done it before. He must have been new to it as well because he tried to put his dick in dry. When it was obvious that it would not work, I suggested he put some spit on his dick, and I drained a little pre-cum from mine to use on my hole, and that was enough. It hurt like hell at first, but as I got used to it being in there, I started liking it. He did too, because it wasn't long before he was pumping my cherry ass full of his babymakers (I heard that word for sperm from one of my other repeat customers). I was so excited that I quickly beat off and came while he was still pumping the last of his cum into my ass. As I did, he said, "Ough... Ough, your ass is squeezing my dick hard. Are you cumming?" Being a guy who loves to suck dick in an essentially rural area is difficult. Those country hicks will accuse any vulnerable guy of being "queer" just to show their buddies that they are strong and solidly straight (whether or not they really are). So, I was not vulnerable, I never played the victim, and tossed better insults right back at them. Occasionally, one of my repeat customers would be among them and help me out by laughing at my response and encouraging a strategic withdrawal of the bullies. It also helped that I was smarter than most bullies. At the end of my sophomore year of high school, I started sucking off one of my favorite repeat customers, my studly, straight Cousin Kevin. Until last night, Kevin's was the largest dick I had ever sucked. Kevin is the same age as me but slimmer and a little taller. Our dicks are nearly the same length, mine just a fraction longer and thicker than his. Having large dicks with large crowns, and less-than-average uncut foreskins seem to run in our family. All the male cousins that I have seen naked or talked to about our dicks, they had similar dicks to mine and Kevin's. ------------------------------ While driving to Nashville, I remembered all the sexiest encounters I had with young men. And some of them were even young adults. One was a very handsome 36 year old with a beautiful 7 incher that he really knew how to use. My thoughts led me to discover the pleasures and frustrations of driving down a bumpy interstate with a boner. I remembered all the times Kevin's big and beautiful 8.4 inch dick with its large crown massaged my throat or prostate, how good it felt, and how sweet his cum tasted. And I remembered my encounter with "Meat" (Demetri) just last night, every detail. How I had met the challenge of deep throating this football player's monster dick. And how I enjoyed taking Meat's anal cherry (my first time topping) and cumming inside his tight and willing ass (even though I didn't know his ass was that willing when I started fucking him). "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT!!!" I just came in my pants. I took the next exit and got myself cleaned up with little trouble or embarrassment and continued on my way. Eventually, the spot on my pants dried and was barely noticeable. ------------------------------ I arrived in Nashville, successfully navigated its complex system of interstates, found Belmont and my dorm. A males-only dorm with lots of testosterone-driven young guys filled me with anticipation. After checking in with the Head Resident where I got my room key and parking pass, I was assigned to a Resident Assistant, RA for short, who introduced himself as Randy. So I said, "Does that make you a Randy Assistant?" He responded with a fake laugh, a deadpan "No" and a chuckle, "As if I haven't heard that one before." I said, "Sorry" and he responded, "No Problem." He showed me where to park my car and went over the rules for having a vehicle on campus, and then helped me carry my stuff up to my room. My roommate had not yet arrived, so Randy said that I could pick which half of the room I wanted. Randy said that he was one of the RAs on this floor so if I needed anything he would be happy to help. His room was marked and just down the hall. I have heard stories about dorm RAs from hell, as if RA actually stood for Resident Asshole. But Randy was nice, actually he was downright friendly. I caught him looking at my ass once. Maybe he saw me looking at the ample package in the front of his pants, or was it just his nature to be friendly? During my visit last spring, they told me that all the RAs were Juniors or Seniors, or they had served in the military before going to college. So, it was unlikely for any of them to be more than about 7 years older than me. And for most of those I had seen so far, maturity made them more handsome. As part of his rehearsed speech, Randy told me about activities on campus. He said something about the sports on campus, which I waved away, totally uninterested. He said that there were fraternities and clubs of all kinds. So, I took a chance and asked him about Gay clubs on campus. Without batting an eye, he responded that there was a Gay-Straight Alliance, a Gay Christian group, and an LGBTQ Glee Club. After Randy said goodbye and left, I moved in and when I was done, I laid down on my bed to rest a moment before going to the cafeteria for some supper. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, there was a loud knock on the door right before it opened. I looked in that direction and there stood two guys standing just inside the door, staring at me. One looked away red-faced, and the other continued to look at me with his eyes wide open. Through my waking fog, I realized he was not looking at my face, but lower down. Then I realized that during my nap I had popped a boner, and when I get a boner in public, everyone notices it no matter how I fix my dick in my pants. I quickly sat up on the side of my bed and laid an arm in my lap to hide my erection. I spoke as if nothing happened; they took the hint and went on with what they were doing. The shy guy was my roommate, Mark, and the other was another RA on this floor, Sam. Mark had that "guy next door look", not handsome, not cute, but a nice average-looking guy all the way around. But RA Sam was a different story, he was also shorter than me, slimmer but more defined (like my cousin Kevin), creamy blemish-free skin, neat sandy brown hair, and a butt that looked very attractive in his jeans. Somehow, he was both cute and handsome at the same time. As Sam was about to leave, he said, "If you guys want supper at the cafeteria, you need to hurry. They will only serve for about a half-hour more." And I noticed him glancing down at my crotch again. When Sam left, I asked Mark if he was hungry, and he said he was. So, Mark and I left for supper. We talked about our majors and where we were from, about our families, what we liked about high school, some things we were expecting from college, and what we wanted to do after college. Mark was very average in appearance. He was about 5 foot 9 and wore loose clothing so it was hard to tell much else about his body. He was planning to study music and was a singer (bass). His voice was deep and I have to say, was very sexy to listen to. I tried to drop little hints about me being gay to see what his reaction would be. But he seemed not to notice or ignored the hints. Having a roommate I am not out to, should make it harder to satisfy my love for dick, and find places to service new repeat customers. But lust will find a way. ------------------------------ Part 2, Sam ------------------------------ College was going to be more challenging than high school, but I was looking forward to it. We had Freshman Orientation and class selection on Monday, and classes began on Tuesday. My classes were almost evenly split between music and core subjects, and one business course. I even had one class with Mark. After my first day of classes, I headed back to my room. When I reached my floor, I glanced down the hall in the opposite direction from my room and saw both Randy and Sam. They are the RAs I met the day I arrived on campus, and they were standing in front of an open door. Sam looked my way, so I put up a hand to wave and said "Hi" loud enough to carry the distance. Sam waved back, then waved me over. As I walked down the hall, I noticed Sam was still carrying his book bag and Randy was wearing a soccer kit. As I got there Sam said, "Joe, this is Randy, another RA on this floor and my roommate." I responded, "Hello again, Randy," then to Sam, "Randy escorted me to my room when I arrived." Randy said, "It is good to see you again, Joe, but I need to go or I will be late for soccer practice." And Randy left. Sam explained Randy was on an intermural soccer team. Then asked if I wanted to come in for a soft drink. I said sure, and we went in. We talked a bit about school, but during a lull, I turned the conversation in a sexual direction. I apologized for having a boner when he and Mark came into the room on move-in day. Sam said, "Think nothing of it. We are both guys and know how such things work." "But you seemed so startled." I said. His face reddened a bit, as if I had caught him staring at my dick, but he recovered quickly and said, "Well, it was an impressive size." "You noticed that?" "I'd have to be blind not to notice it." "Big dicks run in my family, especially on my mother's side. I have one cousin on my dad's side of the family who told me proudly that he was 7 1/2 inches long. When I told him I was 8 1/2 inches, he didn't believe me and dared me to prove it. So, I whipped it out and gave it a few strokes to get it hard. I told him that now it was his turn to show that he told the truth. He reluctantly opened the front of his pants and brought out his dick. I was astounded. It looked like a normal 7-incher that had gotten fat but as big around as mine. I told him it was an incredibly handsome Stud-dick, and he seemed pleased with that. I asked him if he wanted to do something else, like rub one out together, but he said no and that was the end of that." While telling my story, I noticed Sam was getting uncomfortably full in the front of his jeans. I said, "Oh, by the way, I am gay if you didn't pick up on that already." He responded, "That's okay, I am bisexual myself. I have had both girlfriends and boyfriends since I started dating. You?" Feeling chatty, I said, "I wouldn't call any of the guys I've had sex with a "boyfriend". They all said in no uncertain terms that they were straight, even if they came back again and again to let me get them off. You see, I love cock; short or long, thick or thin, I love them all. I love sucking down a guy's hot load or taking it in my butt. Even if I don't get off, I still love it. Sam, what do you like to do sexually?" Sam eagerly answered, "Well, if I am going to be a Top, I would prefer to do that with a girl. So, with a guy I am mostly oral and an anal bottom, getting sucked, sucking, and getting fucked. I have topped a guy a few times, but I prefer bottom." I added, "I have only topped once, the day before moving here. In fact, it was with a tight-assed football player, and it was his first time bottoming. I had heard that he had a monster dick, so when the opportunity arose, I jumped at the chance to suck him off. Sucking him was a lot of work, but I finally got him into my throat with my nose in his pubic hair. I started fingering his asshole, and he responded by moaning even more. His legs were over my shoulders and resting on by back, so I lubed up my dick and with a third of his dick still in my mouth I put my dick into him. He didn't even notice until I got my dick all the way in, and he seemed surprised more than anything else, so I kept on sucking and fucking him. He got lost in what looked like intense pleasure, and at the end was asking for more. I enjoyed fucking him more than I thought I would, mostly because he enjoyed it so much. Sam seemed to enjoy my storytelling, and through the whole time he had to keep adjusting his dick in his pants. I was hard as well. Probably because Sam is an RA, he said, "I want to ask you something, but before I do, I want to clarify that you can refuse to answer. If you refuse, I will not be sad or angry and I will not retaliate in any way. It is entirely up to you." "Sure. What do you want to ask?" "May I see your cock?" "I thought you would never ask. But I want to see yours too." So we stood up facing each other and in unison we lowered our pants and underwear and pulled up our shirts to reveal our lower stomachs and cock & balls. We both were hard with our dicks pointed upward toward each other and we both said, "NICE!" at the same time. I guess he liked my size, I thought his 7-incher was beautiful. He was cut, but that made the shaft smooth. It was in proportion to his length, and his crown was just bigger than the shaft... perfect. I couldn't wait to get it into my mouth. Breaking into my musing, Sam got down on his knees and looking up at me said, "May I?" And I said, "Sure." as he took me into his mouth. This was different. It was always me hungrily "going down" on a guy, not him going down on me. And Sam was gobbling me down with lust and gusto. I had only wanked-off since arriving at college, so I did not last long. Sam greedily swallowed all of my cum and was still trying to suck more out of me when I became too sensitive to let him continue. I said, "We have been here for quite a while. How long is it until Randy gets back?" He looked at his alarm clock and said, "At least 15 minutes." I said, Good! Then it is your turn." I pushed Sam into his chair, knelt between his legs, pulled his butt to the front edge of the seat, and started licking all over his cock and balls. His groans told me he liked what I was doing. I worked my way up his dick and paid special attention to his crown and the sensitive area underneath it before plunging all the way down his dick with my mouth, putting his crown firmly into my throat. He gasped so loudly that his neighbors might have heard it. I started long-stroking his dick in and out of my mouth at an increasing tempo. Only a couple of minutes like that and he started blasting his load into my mouth. His cum was sweeter than most, and I savored it. As we got dressed, Sam said, "I don't want this to be a once and done. I want to do this and more with you again." I responded, "I am not looking for a boyfriend because I want to explore all the possibilities with great guys like you. So, what do you think about us being intimate friends?" "Or, friends-with-benefits as they used to say?" "That would be Great!" And at that on impulse, I kissed him, which made us both smile. I grabbed my book bag, turned smiling as I opened the door, and said, "See you later, Friend." I threw my book bag in my room and treated myself to a burger at the Student Center. After all, I am a Good Boy, a damned fine boy. ------------------------------ Veniette: When Randy got back to the room, Sam was grinning like a Cheshire Cat. Randy said, "I take it that things went well with Joey-boy." "They sure did!" "So, what's the verdict?" "Well, his dick is bigger and tastier than I imagined. And while I did not get a good look at his naked ass, I did get a long feel of it while I was sucking him. It felt even better than you described seeing him in his jeans. He is a country gay-boy that the straight high school boys went to for relief when their girlfriends wouldn't put out. So, he has a lot of experience sucking and getting fucked, but not much else." "Did he use that big dick of his to scratch that itch inside your ass?" "No, we didn't have time for that. We only sucked each other off." "Then would your new boyfriend mind if I take care of that itch for you?" Randy offered. "He is not my new boyfriend, but I think we might become the kind of friends that you and I enjoy. So yes, I'd like your big dick to scratch my itch. And I do like the way you smell after practice." Sam said playfully. ------------------------------------- - Chapters 3 & 4 will be posted soon. My goal is to finish and post this whole side-series by the time the Fall Semester of college starts this year. Over the years, I have been adding to a series that I call, The Chronicles of Kevin; here they are in story-line order: Cousin Joe Loves Dick (the earliest story about Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/rural/cousin-joe-loves-dick Porked By "Meat" (Kevin tells how his anal virginity was taken, referred to in the Cousin Joe story) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/porked-by-meat Kevin's Chubby Buddy (in Kevin's Senior year of HS) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/kevins-chubby-buddy Joe's Revenge on "Meat" (Cousin Joe tells about getting revenge on Kevin's virginity stealer) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/joes-revenge-on-meat Joe Goes To College will go here. Allan's New College Freedom (Allan tells about rooming with Kevin) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/college/allans-new-college-freedom/ Letter To A College Roommate (Kevin tries to reconnect and catch up with Allan 20 years later) https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-friends/letter-to-a-college-roommate/ NOTE: If you read all these, they are about the length (in word count) of a Novel.