Reply-To: an131518@anon.penet.fi
WARNING: This story contains consensual sex between two adult males. Homophobes and fundies get the fuck OFF! This might offend your delicate sensibilities.
My previous posting, "Drunken Frat Boy," was a true story that happened to me about a year ago, as I was finishing up my Master's degree. Now I'm at a different University, working on a Ph. D. The following actually happened to me last night. I thought I'd share it with you folks while it's fresh in my mind.
In addition to the typical cruisy spots (the gym sauna, the library restrooms, etc.) my university has an outside spot, near one of the main campus landmarks, which is usually pretty active at night.By a stroke of luck, this area is close to several frat houses. I had heard many times that frat boys came around to get sucked off, but I had never seen any, until last night.
I drove up, parked, and walked around for a few minutes, but only the same, tired old crowd seemed to be around. Just as I was about to give up and leave, I saw a young, blond guy, with long, sexy bangs, heading up to one of the dark, cruisy areas. I hurried up in the other direction, so that I could be standing around when he walked by. When I saw him coming, I made eye contact, and he slowed down. I already had my cock out, but he couldn't see it yet, as I was facing a short wall. As he passed, he clearly made direct eye contact with me, and then he stopped and turned to approach me head-on. I turned to show him my erection, and he stepped over and took it in his warm hand. He was beautiful: light stubble on his chin and upper lip, an otherwise smooth face, and magical green eyes.
"Let me suck you off," I offered bluntly. He undid his button-fly jeans and lowered the waistband of his plain white Jockeys (still one of the sexiest kinds of underwear, I think). His dick was quite similar to mine: cut, and about 6-1/2 inches hard. His hair must have been sun-bleached blond, because his pubic bush was a nice light brown. I lifted his flannel shirt and tee to reveal his luscious chest, with a moderate amount of curly, brown hair on his pecs and a very little bit of hair on his hard belly. I knelt down and eagerly took his cock in my always-ready mouth. (I'm a slut -- especially for this "type" of guy
When we got to a more secluded spot, I got him to lower his trousers and briefs just below his hips, so I could feel his balls and ass while I sucked. He hiked up his shirt for me so I could stroke his tummy and chest, too.
"Do you come here a lot for blow-jops?" I asked, between thrusts of his cock into my mouth.
"No, not really," he said.
"Well, if I give you my number, will you call me up sometime when you want to get sucked?"
"OK," he replied.
As I went back to my pleasurable business of sucking him off, he asked: "Would you suck more than one dick at a time? I mean, one after another?"
This intrigued me, so I stopped sucking long enough to talk, but all the while stroking his hard, slightly curved cock. "Why? Do you have buddies who let guys suck them, too?"
"Yeah," he said. "Some of my frat brothers come out here sometimes, and we all watch each other get sucked."
"Oh man!" I exclaimed. "That would be a fucking dream come true for me. One of my biggest fantasies is to live in a frat house and be a suck slave for all the guys who live there." He let out a big grin at that. I continued, "Tell me all about it while I suck you." At that, I once again turned my mouth to its favorite activity: not talking, but pleasuring a young, horny, straight boy's precious cock.
As I sucked, he talked. The very sound of his young voice (almost incredulous, it seemed, at the thought of someone wanting, NEEDING, to suck his dick) turned me on, but it was WHAT he said that really heightened my pleasure.
"Three of my buddies and I have been out here a couple of times to get sucked . The last time, one guy did all of us, and we each watched him suck all the others."
"Did you like seeing your buddies' cocks and watching them get sucked?" I asked quickly, immediately diving back down on his pulsing prick.
"Yeah," he freely admitted. "We've jacked off together, too, in our rooms at the fraternity."
I moaned with delight at this bit of news.
He continued, "I really like getting head from a guy who has just sucked off one of my frat brothers -- knowing that my buddy's cum is still in the guy's mouth while he's sucking me. I like the tought of having my friend's semen on my cock."
"I'll do that for you any time," I promised.
"We've thought about having a party at the house, and having a suck room, where we get a guy or two to suck everybody at the party who wants a blow-job."
"I'm definitely your man!" I said enthusiastically.
Whether or not he was making this up, I didn't care. It was exactly what I wanted to hear, and I told him so.
"Oh, I'm not making it up," he assured me.
All this time, I had been stroking my own cock frenetically, getting myself to the brink of orgasm and holding there. Meanwhile, my lovely midnight companion, my pussy-loving frat man, had strated pumping faster and deeper, urging "Keep sucking, keep going, man," and finally announcing, "I'm gonna shoot, . . Unnngggh .. I'm cumming!" He drenched my mouth and throat with the sweetest-tasting load I've ever had. As he quenched my cum-thirst, I allowed myself to orgasm, shooting onto the sidewalk at my Adonis's feet.
"I don't know how I'd get through four of you," I joked. I quickly gave him my number and he left. I hope he calls.