Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2023 00:28:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Terry Green <terrygreen822@aol.com>
Subject: Living with a Family in College

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When I went off to college at 18, my first year was nothing short of a
nightmare. More than 4 hours flight from home, huge classes with
unreachable professors, and a roommate whose behavior was uncouth was
just the start. My walks to classes in the cold were a disaster, because
as a Florida guy, I couldn't ever get used to it. Having come from a
small town, I was shocked by the cultural, and so many challenges
unexpected. The city life and I have made amends, but thinking of this
year makes me cringe. With fanfare I had left town as the valedictorian.
A favorite son in some ways, and where I was beloved as our teams
starting wide receiver too. I was moved when awarded an academic
scholarship, with a partial athletic to Columbia.

Landing at LaGuardia was a cerebral eye opener, as never had I seen so
many tall buildings. The life of the city was awake 24/7, and I was also
surprised by the diversity. Town was white and black, here it was every
nationality. Going on the port authority trains was a long ways, from
riding my bicycle to and from places. My first year was to be amazing I
thought, but my grades and being red shirted on the team were
disappointing. Thankfully my dean of students, was a wonderful man, who
helped me the end of first year get ready for a much better round two. He
was correct to switch from Calculus to Physics, and also I liked how he
found me classes with less students. Would there still be more than I was
used to? Yes of course, but I'll never forget Dr Buckner's compassion
and kindness. He believed in me when I didn't, as a skinny tall blonde
haired guy. At 6 feet and 180 pounds, I did grow the next summer into
another two inches and twenty pounds. Working out, plus knowing that the
senior receivers graduated, would increase my chances to play the game
that I loved.

Yet the best decision, was to live off campus with a family. One of Dr
Buckner's students, was a man in his late thirties named Charlie. He had
agreed to let me rent his basement at a reasonable rate. He had played
football for the same team also, and had successfully had mentored a
couple students prior to my arrival. A nice townhouse for sure. He lived
with his wife Molly, and they were both gracious upon my arrival to their
house. Molly made sure I felt at home right away, and even cooked me
dinners when possible. Since Charlie was working in his law firm, I had
more time with her the first couple months. A pretty brunette, she had
been a cheerleader at the university as well, which was how she had met
Charlie. She made me smile one night, showing me pictures of them when
they were younger.

Charlie was so sexy, and actually age had increased his masculine
handsome features even more. Although I didn't bring it up, I gleaned
that they had been trying for children, but even the IVF place couldn't
help out with this. They were loving when together, and seemed to just
carry on as is. They definitely cared about each other, and Molly was a
neighborhood fixture. She had started a crime prevention program, and
also seemed to know everyone. Also even if I came home late through the
back door, she'd hear this, and make sure I had enough food. This was
what I needed, and my first semester of my sophomore year was a 180
degree improvement. Classes were quite fascinating, I was making friends,
and now was the number two receiver on the team. Charlie and Molly
watched us play Cornell, and I was thrilled to catch a 37 yard touchdown.
All things important were clicking into place. I was also starting to
become more familiar with Matthew. He was a really nice guy in my
chemistry club, and I liked him the moment we met.

It's cliche but there was chemistry with this chemistry. He was so good
looking, and I was hoping that we could spend more time together soon.
Football practice and games kept me on a crazy schedule. If I slept 6
hours at night, that was a long rest. Red Bull was part of daily
breakfast. At 19 now I was always on the move, and 15 credits at an Ivy
League school isn't a cinch. There's a lot of misunderstandings about
these institutions. For instance they don't make you brighter, but
rather you have to work more diligently. Matthews assertion about
"staying above the candle fire," always made me laugh. This was a great
description of the academic course load, and while must professors were
gracious, some could be egotistical assholes. Now I knew why my dad often
didn't hire Ivy League folks at his employer.

There were standards, but I stayed true to myself. I went to class with a
desire to learn, took copious amounts of notes, and crammed in studying.
My diet was a lot of quick foods on campus, but soon Molly was going to
be at a work conference in California for two weeks. My mom sent me
occasionally a dish from a prepared food service, but I wondered what
I'd subside on during this period. It wasn't far away. Then again with
my schedule, she probably was right that "it would fly by." She was a
mom like figure to me, and also I was grateful she had a degree in
chemistry. Her education had paid off, as she was high up in Dow
Chemicals. I asked her about her career, and she first started in a lab,
before switching out to the boardroom. What was really helpful, was she
helped me, to stay grounded but push myself to succeed on what I
visualized.

Game day at Yale. Our team bus to New Haven made it there quickly. All of
us were pumped due to our winning record, but Coach Mullins, reminded us
in colorful terms that today would be our biggest challenge. He was all
red faced and just jacked up. A lot of us wondered if he did lines of
cocaine. He was always on edge, moving and flailing his arms in every
conceivable direction. There were times this was quite funny for us, but
as we geared up for todays game, he was wearing our quarterback out. Jake
didn't need this shit, so a few guys and I let the coach have it. Lots
of aggression and bad words, as the coach's assistants broke it up. We
went out and slammed Yale 59 to 0, so maybe he was just trying to
motivate us. On offense, defense, and special teams we dominated them
everywhere. The closest they came to a touchdown, led to an interception,
where our cornerback Lonnie ran it all the way back to the opposite end
zone. Their crowd was silent by the second quarter.

After the game I joined the team afterwards. You have to meet the
boosters here and there. I was happy that my landlord was there. Charlie
looked like he could still line up as free safety, as he had that tall
but muscular frame in his black turtleneck and blue jeans. Molly was
smiling and while they were allowed beer and wine, us football players
under 21 had to go with sodas and the like. Did we have beer and liquor
elsewhere? Of course! Yet we didn't partake in the illicit drugs, that
caused our starting right tackle to be suspended. That was such a
boneheaded decision, but Ray filled in admirably, giving our quarterback
and running back exceptional blocks. Later on he became the only one of
us to go in the NFL, as an undrafted free agent. Two years proved NFL
stood for "Not For Long."

We got a bye week, and coach Mullins dismissed us. He would hobnob with
the so called booster elite. I said goodbye to Charlie and Molly, and
went to a campus event for chemistry club. Matthew was there, and I was
so lulled into his red hair and green eyes. He had to know, as he
certainly was on the same team. We would always be so close during these
experiments, and finally he said, "want to hang out with me tonight?"
Rome wasn't built in a day, but finally my hints and suggestions were
apparently working. It had been some time since I had been serviced, and
I absolutely desired him more and more. All the nights of jacking off to
him in the shower, or dreaming of him making love to me were becoming
closer to reality.

Knocking on his door with anticipation, he answered it quickly.
Purposefully I had worn sweatpants with nothing underneath, and a tight t
shirt. My nipples betrayed my down low approach as they prominently were
popping out. My shaved cock wasn't helping either. As I looked around
his bed was made up with a flannel comforter, and he had both liquor and
beer. Mesmerized by this sight, he asked me about playing Madden Football
on his Xbox. "Where's your roommate?" "He's at his parents this
weekend." Music to my ears. Matthew looked so handsome in his black t
shirt and tight slacks. If I had my way, eventually I'd be going
downtown on him as soon as humanly possible. He had some type of athletic
cologne on, which did turn up my heat levels. It was masculine yet fresh,
and I tried to play Madden with him, but was getting destroyed by his 3-4
defense. He never played the game in high school or college, but his
tactics reflected the experience of a man on the field.

As the booze warmed us up, I asked about his photography skills. He had a
Nikon professional set up, and he smiled as he grabbed several picture
books. Wow he had an eye for nature especially, but also for shadows in
color and black and white shots. Both of us were sitting on his bed, the
controllers on the floor. Looking through the pages he stared off into
space. I decided to hold his hand and kiss him. My lips on his felt so
soft, yet he pulled back in a recoiling manner. I was stunned as I was
certain he'd reciprocate. A strange silence upon us. Then he started to
cry. I didn't know what to say really. It was a strange moment in time,
as while I wasn't afraid for my physical well being, I was concerned
that I just broke a rule of friendship.

There was this odd wrinkle in this moment. Soon the clock ticking on his
desk could be heard, and he looked at me and said "how did you know?"
That wasn't expected either, but I simply said "it was obvious the way
our chemistry is." Then he laughed and smiled. This was getting weird
fast. Yet he let me know "it's ok." With tears he said "I'm very
attracted to you, but am a virgin, and want to take things slow if ok
with you." I was gobsmacked. How could such a tall ginger colored man of
his looks be a virgin? He was so freaking sexy, but now it made some
sense, despite smoke coming out of my ears. Drinking more he told me
"yes in high school I jerked off with other guys, yet now I know I'm
attracted to you." This was a relief, and we talked for sometime about
human sexuality and actually a lot of topics.

He hadn't come out. Truly he believed his parents didn't know. I felt
sad for him as he came from a small but more divisive area of Tennessee.
He stated "I enjoyed my times with guys in scouting, but haven't given
or received a blowjob, or anything else. Just not sure I'm ready."
Looking directly in his eyes I simply said "it's okay." He was much
less rigid than before, and so I decided to just let him move at a pace
he was comfortable with. We talked about so many things, and while we
were still awake, he finally agreed to mutual masturbation with me. As we
took our clothes off, he saw my nudity, and his penis got erect in a
split section. As we each touched the others private parts, I loved his
fire red pubes and beautiful six inch cock. He was enjoying my touch to
his manhood and those balls of his, which were joining mine in filling
up.

The room was sizzling, and the only noise was our heavy breathing.
Pheromones were being released, and he started to moan as I rubbed my
palms on his rock hard cock. I asked about rubbing our dicks together.
"Sure." This would be his first time for this, and while I was
disappointed that we'd have to go at tortoise speed, at least now we
knew where we stood. I was anticipating him absolutely fucking me so damn
aggressively, but had to settle for round 1 of gay 101. Unreal but
despite his reluctance, I knew that eventually I could get him to go as
far as my high school lover had gone. He didn't block me from touching
his nipples, but staying safe not to kiss him, was frustrating to say the
least. Matthew seemed more at ease exploring my hard shaft, although damn
I wanted him to plow me all the way properly.

My senses went somewhere. Another dimension perhaps as I squeezed as if I
was getting it. That lovely cock of his in me would be a nice present,
but for now I had to work him up to that. He was smiling and said, "this
feels so good," and this was audible porn for me. Nude guys we were next
to each other, and as he pulled on my hardness, my feet dug into the
floor as I came all over the place. My hot white thick cum shot out, and
I couldn't open my eyes, as I made sure his cock got the same TLC. He
was moaning and soon I knew he was close, as I felt his balls go up in
his sack. Sure enough he made a noise, and then shot a huge white load of
sperm everywhere. As he breathed heavily, I could see the tension ebb
away. Although it hadn't gone as far as I wanted he was happy, and after
our clothes were back on, admitted to "wanting to do this again."
Smiling at him I suggested gay porn to him, where he could see what as a
top he'd be experiencing, as I so desired him inside of me. Sooner than
a lot later, was what I wanted. Yet I knew not to spook him. Damn it was
nice to feel that hot red cock up, but I so desired far more.

Back in the basement, I was still thinking about earlier. Matthew had
texted me "that he had a good time." That was a great sign. After the
hormonal changes and musky smells had cleared, I wanted him to have had
our mutual pleasure more comfortably. This would be a work in progress,
and as I took a hot shower, I used a vibrating dildo that was in my shoe
box. Taking it in deeply, I knew that I wanted a guy badly. Matthew
needed to take me, as I so desired passionately his sexiness. Tis a shame
he wasn't the greased machine of hot I was hoping for, but eventually
all can be charmed. As my device went in further, I was mesmerized. That
cock of him in me penetrating taking me to the edge. Sweat, yelling, and
unloading even more DNA I passed our in my own juices. Comatose sleep but
dreamt of my night and previous encounters with other men.

Getting up the next day, heading into a quantum physics class, I got a
hot text from Matthew. Him in the shower erect, could feel my hole pucker
and reach out for him. Had to sit down a minute to get myself together.
Coffee drank I texted him "you're so damn hot." It was going to
require my focus today, as Dr Benson's classes were all business and no
fun. He was constantly drilling us with formulas, and he loved in a most
vicious way, of making vulnerable students realize their fragility more.
Now I know this person is a psychopath, and thank goodness my last test
score was a 94%. He would probably smile, asking me why I missed the
other formulas. Truly he was that petty, but he must have paid off the
blue bloods at the university to keep his adjunct status.

Today would be World Civilization class too. At least Dr Renner made
class pleasant. This wasn't my best subject being more math and science
focused, but she showed us how Mesopotamia and other middle eastern
cultures were ahead of Europe by leaps and bounds. In her class, I was
first made aware of how algebra and the Star names, all were from the
Arabian Peninsula. She was good at bringing in an array of subjects, and
I did with other students, like her symbology lessons. That was her
specialty at Oxford, so to hear from her, was as close to having a world
renowned expert in the room with you. There were lots of students, but
with her the auditorium was intimate and comfortable. Absolutely one of
the university's most dynamic professors.

During lunch at the school's cafeteria, I let Matthew know I wanted to
see him again. No answer to my texts, but he probably was in class.
Watching news on my phone I was saddened to hear of an earthquake in
Turkey. Being familiar with the geological "ring of fire," I knew that
area was seismic danger level. Yet seeing videos of bodies under rubble,
or parents looking for their children brought me sadness. Was life
perfect? No but it was damn close. I also wasn't surprised to see the
China and Taiwan tensions continue, and then I finally decided it was
time to look into sports. My beloved Dolphins were doing well, and this
weekend they'd be close by in the meadow lands. A shame tickets in the
nosebleeds were $100. I grasped at the price on resale sites. Where were
people getting this money?

Matt got back to me on the phone. He had tests to study for, yet we sent
some hot worded texts back and forth. He told me he wanted to cum with me
again. Also he said he was curious about blowjobs. Oh my knees got weak
thinking of the honor it would be, to play with those fire red pubes
taking his cock into my lips. The amount he came was the most I ever had
seen, and if I could turn him on and satisfy him with my fingers, he
absolutely was going to melt if he allowed me to go down on him. He
wouldn't be my first timer, as one "straight" guy in high school let
me, and was in my mouth every other day for a year. I enjoyed this, and
knowing I was better than his girlfriend made me happy. That was
satisfactory all its merits.

In the basement I had my hot pocket with microwave vegetables. There was
going to be some study time later, but as I drank some beer, the upstairs
door opened. That creak was impossible to miss. Charlie came down, which
was slightly unusual, and asked if I'd like to kick back more beers with
him. "Sure." I had no doubt he missed his wife as Molly had been in
California since early this week. Plus he probably wanted to discuss the
booster event, and rehash his football career with me.

Sure enough he had better beers. A German Hefeweizen was much more tasty.
Then again as a lawyer in Manhattan, he could afford some luxuries here
and there. Considering his wealth he wasn't a showboat, but I did like
the $100 Cuban cigar he gifted me after last weeks game. He was the
coolest landlord, and his university connections, along with Molly made
me feel like part of the family. We were quite content in each other's
company, as both of them grew up with easy going folks for the most part.
I teased him about the neighborhood blog referring to him, and his wife
as the community's "power couple." He made me laugh when he said
"better than powerless right?" Touché.

Kicking back another beer with him, he showed me some pictures of him
lining up. He was an incredible safety, as he played three years as
starter. Sadly his career ended, on the last game of his collegiate time.
I had seen the video and winced, but he had literally had an ACL tear
that was shocking. It was gruesome. The scar on his right knee said it
all, especially when you thought about that play. It was all going normal
until that moment. Charlie was modest although probably correct. His
chances of the NFL were nil, but he might have made an arena team.
Leading our team each season in tackles, and being up there in
interceptions was remarkable. I liked his analysis of college and NFL
games. Molly even smiled and told him, "take a break from the firm and
get in the booth." We both missed her humor and docile demeanor.

I picked up on this, and asked him about his work. He lit up and told me,
"ok I'll tell you a bit." Both of us in the living room, drinking
beers was always entertaining. He actually could have been a comedian
too, as his laugh and mischievous grin, one could see a more attractive
Jim Carrey. His brown hair, eyes, and professional haircut that cost a
fortune made him a sharp fellow. Most of his work was white collar crime,
and his newest and biggest case was a former corporate VP, who had been
charged with all kinds of federal embezzlement ones. Even though law
wasn't my expertise, I was able to pick out that the prosecutor's
office was making an example of this man. Most were allowed to make plea
deals, but that wouldn't be happening here. This was a public takedown,
although even if the guy could be convicted, he'd do time in "Club
Fed." Charlie told me how he was defending him, and also some of the
motions he filed. I had no clue about these, and unfortunately for this
client, a delay for more legal advice was refused. Charlie and his client
had quite the case, and I saw some of the briefs. Thousands of pages!

More beers and laughter, and all kinds of lawyer jokes now. We were both
laughing. I had tears out of my eyes, when all of a sudden I saw his
intense brown eyes. That's all that was there, and then his hands on my
hips. Oh wow he pushed up next to me, and I was hypnotized or something
as that kiss immediately ignited the tension that must have been there.
Our tongues danced, as he took my shirt off, and oh my his strong hands
on my sensitive nipples. This was unexpected yet it was so serene on a
cerebral level. This stronger fit man had his way with me, and soon our
kisses became even more passionate. Now only in my little yellow tight
briefs, I moaned as he kissed me, and at the same time grabbed my shaved
hard shaft. Oh my I was literally in a gravity free zone, as soon he was
completely naked. It just happened and the man was absolutely huge. So
damn hung with a stallion like cock, and soon I was on my knees.

Oh the delicious of him. That musky salty and sweet taste all at once. He
was closing his eyes, and his head was on the blue pillow as I went
lockjaw on him. Oh yes my lips took his sex in, and he was making manly
guttural noises. These were the musical notes of satisfaction, and when
he looked in my eyes, he said "oh yes baby yes." I had him right where
I wanted to, making sure to suck those behemoth balls. That wonderful
taste. Oh his precum was moving up through the tube, as I gave him
everything I had. His penis was the longest thickest I ever had, and
although I wanted him to fuck me, I was slightly tepid thinking about
that. Focusing on making him cum, he surprised me. Picking me up he took
my undies off, and brought me up to the master bedroom.

He forced me without forcing me. I couldn't resist his strength, and as
he sucked my hard cock, licking my hole, the scent of his expensive niche
cologne sang to my olfactory nerves. Oh wow he deep throated me, and I
was grabbing the sheets to hold on to something. Then a drawer was opened
and I felt his lubed finger going in and out. I was singing. This
sensation was the most magical as he had me captivated under his spell.
Every time he moved his finger, I knew he had my g spot plotted and was
going to make me implode and explode. It was as if I was watching myself,
as he literally picked me up, and bent me over.

His cock head on my hole I gasped. That finger now two, and then I heard
him grunt. Entry had been obtained. Oh wow I pushed down. It had been
some since I had been fucked, although I knew from his sounds, he was
enjoying this sweat soaking adventure into me. Smacking my cheeks, and
holding onto my waist, he penetrated me quite aggressively. I absolutely
was his bitch, and I loved it when he threw his hips into my insides with
that huge cock. Lubed up but balls deep, no man had been this far inside
my tight ass before. This was uncharted territory. Yet the motions of him
were amazing and gratifying.

Eventually he took me from the side. We kissed and I just was putty he
was working on. Later on I rode him and when I touched his balls under
mine, I knew that a pinnacle of pleasure had been obtained. Soon I was
delirious, as his big manhood in me, plus those kisses. I just couldn't
hold it in any longer and shot a load that must've gone across the room.
My balls emptied out and I screamed in a high pitch of rewarded desire.
Soon he was there. His balls were in the up position. Sliding up and down
his shaft, I kissed him with the cellular vigor I had left. Whispering
"cum in me baby," his back and muscular structure tightened up. He
yelled and shot all of his DNA inside of me. Off wow that climax was
incredible. Kissing he held me close. Those strong arms and legs were so
defined, and all I know was we passed out together.