I went out to work in the real world after graduating from high school so I didn't start college until I was 24. And you know all those stories about young, horny college studs? Well, they're only myths. And, were they not myths, I wouldn't have the time to go after them. I have school and, after 2 years of hard work, I'm not going to blow it for a piece of meat. However, there was one person who got down my pants by way of my heart... I hate Astronomy. But, if I want to graduate, I need the science course and loathing the upcoming test is not going to make it go away. My roommate was in our room and, since every other word out of his mouth was a synonym for breast, I found concentration difficult at best; so I went down to the lounge with my textbook to study. While I was down there, there was another student playing the flute. It was not so loud that I couldn't concentrate but the sounds were absolutely melodic! I sat there pretending to read my book while listing to him make Mozart sound like it was written solely for him to play. He was 6' tall with blond hair and brown eyes and somewhat skinny. Nevertheless, he had a sex appeal that was unique--not your stock attractiveness. After about an hour, he finished and started gathering his stuff to go up to his room. I gathered my stuff up to return to my room and joined him at the elevator. "You play very well," I said. "Thanks." He had a smile that made me melt. "I only play to relax. I'm hardly good enough to play professionally." "Don't be too sure. Do you usually play every Tuesday night?" "Yeah, but I'm usually in my room. My roommate hasn't been feeling well and I didn't want to keep him awake. I also practice on Thursday although I have a meeting that night so I usually don't practice on that night until much later." The only organization that meets on Thursday night was the gay organization on campus, but I decided not to press that point at this time. I was definitely interested in getting together with him but I didn't want to push the matter too quickly. Anyway, the conversation was distracted while we got on the elevator with two other people. "Do you play an instrument?" he asked. "I know how to play the guitar well enough to use it in my songwriting, but I'm only half as good as you." "I'd really like to see some of you stuff." As he said this, thoughts flashed through my mind that would probably get my arrested in certain parts of Georgia. But if he means it the way I'm thinking, he keep trying. About this time, the two people that got on the elevator and one of them looked back and sneered "Faggot!!!" I looked directly into his eyes and replied "All the way down to my collection of baseball bats!" I have found that this is an effective way of putting potential gaybashers off despite my average physical frame. Usually, they will expect you to avoid a confrontation and will avoid you when you react aggressively. Besides which, the elevator door was closing and I did have a witness. "Nice reply." "Thanks. They're just proof positive that there is no problem in this world that can't be solved by a mother's love and a Saturday night special." He laughed and we reached the fifth floor. "If you're interested in doing a duet, I'd love to see some of your music. Room 513." "We'll see on Thursday night. I'm in room 829." "By the way, I'm Jeff." "Alan." Needless to say, it felt like Finals Week was going to get here before Thursday. Since I had a class that conflicted with the gay organizations meeting time, I missed the first hour of the meeting and usually did not attend due to a long day of classes. This week, however, I wouldn't miss it for the world and I even considered ditching class. But this was Finance Principles and I was getting a C. Therefore, I took quick notes, and thanked God Almighty for making our desks in that class with physical barriers in front allowing me to hide my 8" erection. At the end of class, I made quick arrangements for the study session on Monday and darted out the door. I caught the shuttle up to central campus and got to the meeting. I was surprised to find that Jeff was not there but then he did not actually say that this was his meeting. I decided to stay at the meeting and call him afterwards. I was surprised, however, when there was a tap on my shoulder at the end of the meeting. It was Jeff and he had decided to forego the meeting in the hopes that we could get together earlier. We decided to leave the meeting early and go back to the dorm. "My roommate is still sick so I'd rather practice in your room. Is your roommate cool about it." "My roommate is the reason some animal will eat their young. But don't worry; I'm calling in a favor to take care of it." We reach the lobby of our dorm and I got on the lobby phone to Jo, a friend of mine whom I knew was having a poker game that night. I asked her to invite my roommate to the game. I hoped she wouldn't mind since he's the biggest pidgeon since the San Diego Chicken and he wouldn't miss the chance to be socially "in". "You want me to invite Hooterman to my party?!?" "You owe me a favor." "Yeah, and when I do this, you will owe me a bigger one." "Y'know that blond from the 5th floor that I was telling you about yesterday?" "You're forgiven." We hung up and I told Jeff that I wanted to get some candy from the vending machine. I returned with my Twinkies and he pushed the elevator button. The the elevator got to the first floor, my roommate stepped out. He was about to speak when I interrupted, "I have my key. Give Jo my love." The elevator door closed before he realized I knew about the party. "We have to stop by my room and get my flute." At that point, I pulled him close to me and french kissed him from the 2d to the 6th floors. "Believe me, we won't have time for that." We quickly hurried to my room and, as soon as we were inside and the door was locked, I was all over him. I started Frenching him as we worked our way over to my bed. I laid him back on the bed and started working my way from his mouth to his ear. As I nibbled on his lobe, he started crying in ecstacy. "Oh God! If you keep that up I'm going to cum." I worked my way down to his neck and, by that time, he had unbuttoned his shirt. I took one of his nipples in my mouth. As I sucked on it, I reached down to undo his pants. As his pants came down, his cock sprang out and it was HUGE!!! I only reacted briefly but recovered as I worked my way down to his navel; I didn't want to point out his obvious size since I didn't know how he would react. I took his dick in my mouth and manages to get about 5 of the 11 inches in. I made it clear that I was going to take the entire thing in my mouth. "If you want to take it all, we can do it but it will take patience and guidance. Do as I say and we'll be able to do it." I relaxed and started working my way down on another inch as I move to the side to allow deeper access. "That's it. Just relax and work slowly." I continued to work my way deeper onto his cock. I don't know how I managed without gagging as this was the first time I tried anything like it but was very nearly at the base. I could tell he was on the verge. The closer he got, the deeper I tried to get. As I reached the base of his cock, he let out a scream that indicated that he was shooting a load. I couldn't feel it as it was already past my gullet but I could feel the juices flowing through his dick. Eventually the pulsating started to subside and the cock was turning flaccid. I reluctantly let go of the dick and he took me by my hair, brought me up to his face and started french kissing me. "I want you to fuck me like a butter churn." I knew about the farm reference and was quite happy to oblige. I quickly stripped my clothes and he did the same. He rolled over onto his stomach and squirmed on the bed. I took a hold of his asscheek; it was firm but not malleable to the tough. The skin was smooth and what little hair was on it enhanced the appearance. His crack was shaven and I could see his opening twitch as I touched it with my finger. "Fuck me!!!" he cried. So I went to my clothes drawer and pulled out the lubricant. I squeezed some the size of a dime into my palm and dabbed it onto my finger which I then used to massage his anus. This almost sent him into orbit. I finished applying the lube to his ass and applied another helping to my dick. I positioned myself on top of him and guided my dick to his waiting ass. The response was almost immediate; he was as estatic as I was. I started pumping as hard as I could. "Please!!! Fuck me harder!!!" was the only response he could give me. And that I did. I started ramming it so hard, it sounded like I was using a belt on him. I continued fucking him until I reached my point of climax. I shot the largest load I ever had into his ass and then collapsed on top of him. I held him with my arms as he took my hands in his and squeezed my arms around him as we fell asleep together. The preceding story is a work of fiction. Any similarities to any actual person, living or straight, is strictly coincidental.