This story is, of course, a work of fiction. Any and all sex is between two (or more, heh heh) consensual, of-age males. If male/male sexual relations offend you, you must be on the wrong website.
The Freshman Five
Chapter 2 - Getting settled
AC could feel himself soften as he walked to the door to peer out the peephole at whoever had decided to disturb his "alone time".
However, the vision that met him assuaged his anger and he felt himself stiffen again. There, on the other side of the door was his co-worker and the cause of many lost hours of masturbatory fantasies: Billy Batson. Billy was hopelessly clueless and terminally straight. Every time AC and Billy worked together it was "Lois" this and "Mary-Jane" that. Apparently he'd made it with anything warm that had a pussy and tits. Still, AC would imagine climbing Billy's 6'3" frame, his massive, bulging biceps and enormous pectorals sweaty from yet another body building workout. He'd imagined licking every inch of Billy Batson from his full lips and chin divot, down his hairy chest and perky nipples, along the deep crevice between his rippling abs to the grand prize: Billy's enormous cock. It was rumored with the women at the school that Billy was so big he'd sent one girl to the hospital from fucking her too hard.
This intrigued and frightened AC. What would it be like to have something that big and thick in your ass? What would it be like to have someone that big and sexed up behind that tool, driving it into you? AC was used to having hot sex with Dick, but at a rumored 11 inches long and 5 inches wide, Dick would pale in comparison. AC's relationship with dick was constantly on his mind. What were they? Dick and AC had spent their summer year together when they were scouted by Stern to join the athletic club. The three months between their Junior and Senior years of high school were spent in rigorous training for their respective sports, going through test after test, strength and endurance training to get a head start on their Senior and Freshman years. Dick had been AC's roommate over that summer and one day AC had come back from swimming when he'd found Dick asleep on his own bed. AC didn't think much of the fact that dick was lying around in just some snug white briefs because it was really hot and the dorm they were staying in didn't have air conditioning. But after AC had put his gym bag down and went to go to the bathroom, he noticed that not only did Dick have a healthy smearing of cum on his thick chest and tummy, he also had a glob of it on his underwear. Upon closer inspection, AC discovered that Dick was wearing a pair of his underwear and a satisfied smile.
A knock on the door brought AC back to reality. Big, yummy Billy Batson was getting impatient. AC quickly stuffed his semi-hard penis into some shorts and grabbed a t-shirt, putting it on as he opened the door. Billy eyed him suspiciously, and then, looking at AC's face, broke into a shit-eating grin.
"Working out in there, AC?" Billy chuckled.
"Shutup, meathead," AC shot back, playfully.
Billy grabbed AC in a headlock and began to noogie him relentlessly.
"Oh yeah? Meathead huh? You're the one who smells like meat, man. Jeez, at least wipe up afterwards! You smell like a used cum rag!" Billy laughed. He let AC go.
"Whatever, I won't even START to tell you what it smells like under your armpit!" AC shot back. Billy laughed even harder. It did something to AC's heart to see such a huge and brutally hunky guy like Billy laugh. His straight teeth and eager smile could melt the iciest heart. As AC grabbed his book bag and closed his door, he made a mental note to introduce Billy to Bruce sometime.
AC and Billy made small talk as they headed toward work. They worked the equipment center at the university gym every Tuesday and Thursday and every other Saturday. It gave them a little extra cash and free use of any equipment they wanted. Most times AC would do homework while he and Billy chatted easily. Billy was a nice guy and though not OVERLY bright was good for conversation about general pop-culture and sports. Usually at some point the conversation would turn to girls. Billy would go on and on about this girl or that girl, but he never seemed to catch on that AC was not really all THAT interested. AC let it go on because sometimes, Billy would get so caught up in things that his already large package would get a little fuller and he'd be able to smell the manly scent of a hot cock, filling with blood and leaking little tears of precum. The smell was intoxicating and AC often had to excuse himself to the restroom or start the inventory so as not to alarm Billy with his raging hard-on.
Today was going to be INSANE at the cage (the equipment was all stowed in a huge cage where he and Billy would work from). All the sports and fitness freshman and returning alumni were going to be in to check out the gym and some, AC suspected, were there to check out each other, sorting out the predators and the prey for the next year.
Work went by quickly because of all the customers. Billy and AC didn't have a moment to breathe let alone chat or do homework. As the new guys checked out their equipment, AC checked out their 'equipment', filing away each hottie for later jack off fantasies. At one point there had been so many cute guys in a row that AC had to stand up and press himself against the desk to hide his growing boner from Billy and the entirety of the locker room.
Bruce slowed to a halt outside Clark's door. Clark had finished unpacking and was busy setting up his computer when he took notice of Bruce's presence. Clark stood, straightening out his large frame and extending his right hand to Bruce. Bruce looked at his hand and then smiled weakly as he extended his left. Clark, looking slightly confused, switched hands and gripped Bruce's hand firmly with his, taking care not to grip too firmly.
"Clark Kent."
"Bruce Wayne," Bruce eeked out, his voice catching in his throat.
"You new here too?" Clark asked, his hands on his hips.
"Um, yeah...I'm here for medicine...you?"
"Sports. Football scholarship," Clark grinned broadly. Bruce took in the sight of Clark, his almost overly fit body, bulging in all the right places, his t-shirt stretched tight against his muscles almost obscenely. Bruce scolded himself for doing it, indulging in a dirty fantasy of ripped clothing and passionate, deep kissing when he knew it was wrong. Long he'd tried to fight those feelings and as he went on it became harder and more frustrating to do. Since the death of his parents, Bruce felt that they were always watching over him...a thought that used to comfort him. But now? Now that he was grown and out on his own he found it disquieting and a constant nuisance. He could try to put them out of his mind and for brief moments, when Bruce could manage it he was free. But then afterwards, after he'd abused his body and was cleaning up the resulting mess, the guilt would set in and he'd want to die.
"T-that's great," Bruce said feebly. Clark returned to working on his computer, which was nearly finished. He was busy plugging cords into the right ports and the big stuff into the power sockets. As Clark bent over, Bruce bit his lip, willing his penis to stay flaccid, but to no avail. The fullness of Clark's butt stretched the back of his jeans to capacity, the orb-like mounds of his ass almost inviting one to taste them. 'Come take a bite,' they seemed to call and Bruce bit harder.
"What kind of medicine you interested in?" Clark asked casually. Bruce was thankful that he was wearing his long trench today.
"Actually sports medicine, you know, healing strains, sprains and bruises," Bruce said, mesmerized by Clark's form as Clark hunched over the desk to plug his monitor into the computer tower.
"Great, maybe we'll work together some...oh my God, Bruce you're bleeding," Clark said and pointed to Bruce's face.
"Oh, am I? Sorry, that happens sometime. I chew my lip when I'm nerv...ous," Bruce said haltingly, realizing mid-word that he'd said maybe too much.
"Do I make you nervous?" Clark asked genuinely, concern in his eyes.
"No, not at all, I just...um," Bruce stammered.
"You need to clean that up," Dick said. Bruce jumped at the voice beside him. He'd been so entranced by Clark that he'd failed to realize that Dick had even come in. "It looks really bad," Dick said.
"Yeah, I should...go. Bye Clark," Bruce said.
"Bye Bruce. Nice to meet you!" Clark called as Bruce turned to leave.
"Um, BYE BRUCE!" Dick yelled down the hall. Bruce's door shut without a reply from its owner.
"Gawd he's weird," Dick muttered to himself. Clark looked up and then back down to the task at had.
"So, you moved in okay Clark?" Dick asked. Clark nodded as he clicked away on the computer.
"Yes I am, thank you," Clark said as he clicked the tower and screen on.
"Listen, I just wanted to say that you shouldn't worry about the money...if worse comes to worst you can just get a job on campus. True, most of the good ones are taken, but you don't look like you'd be too adverse to a little physical labor," Dick said. Clark blushed.
"I suppose not, although I'm really supposed to be concentrating on my studies up here," Clark said, checking an e-mail from his neighbor telling him that he and Clark's mother had gotten home safe and sound.
"Well you know what they say, all work and no play..." Dick said as he turned around to go.
Clark looked up.
"You don't have to go, do you Dick?" Clark asked. "I'm sorry if I wasn't paying attention very well just then, I was making sure my mom had gotten home okay."
Dick blushed as he turned around. Clark wanted him there. Tall, handsome, body-to-die-for Clark Kent wanted him to stay. He looked into Clark's eyes and melted. A warm tingle of shivers started from Dick's head down to his chest where his nipples hardened, down his torso to his stomach and then came to rest in his cock and balls, which churned excitedly in their jockey pouch.
"N-no, I don't have to go..." Dick said, walking back into Clark's room.
Clark turned his chair around backwards and sat on it, crossing his arms and resting them on the top of the back of the chair. Dick sat on Clark's bare mattress and rested his back against the wall. Dick felt so comfortable with Clark yet somehow uneasy, it was difficult to filter through the many thoughts and feelings inside at this point, being as he was in the presence of Clark's hotness. The position Clark had chosen gave Dick a lovely view of Clark's package through the hole in the back of the chair. Dick smiled pleasantly and relaxed as Clark put any and all of Dick's uneasy feelings at rest. They started chatting and chatted on and on about everything and nothing. Then Clark came right out with it.
"You have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"Um...no," Dick said. Man this guy had to have ZERO gaydar.
"Hmmm...neither do I," Clark said.
"Why's that?" Dick tried to play it cool, but he was starting to freak out. Why was Clark asking this question?
"No reason really. I grew up in a very small town. Not a huge selection except for the popular girls. I however wasn't really that popular in high school. Then when I was popular my senior year I was so busy with football that I didn't have time for a girlfriend," Clark explained.
"Did you ever like a girl?" Dick asked. Clark gazed out the window.
"Yeah. There was this girl, Lana...she was great. She always invited me to dances and stuff, but she had a boyfriend already who was on the football team," Clark said.
"Oh man, that's rough. But...I mean, you were a football jock. Couldn't you have gotten some from just any of the cheerleaders anytime you wanted?" Dick asked.
"Yeah, I guess if I'd wanted to. But I never really did, you know? I would want more than that from a girl: to get to know her and be her friend first, not just a cheap lay," Clark replied. Dick's heart sunk. Red flag. The guy was straight. Damn it anyway. I owe AC five bucks now.
"Yeah, man. I understand," Dick said, sliding off the bed and heading for the door.
"Wait, where are you going?" Clark asked.
"I've gotta go study, Clark," Dick explained.
"Ah, okay. Well, you have a good day, Dick," Clark said heartily. All Dick could muster was a weak smile and a wave as he left.
Things had slowed down at the cage just before they closed it up and AC was able to get a little studying done. Bent over the counter still so as to hide his still throbbing bone from Billy's eyes, AC kept working on his homework while Billy closed things up. After exercising great will power, AC's member finally reached a point where he could walk around in public and get noticed but not arrested. Billy grumbled angrily about something and threw a slammed the check out clipboard so hard that it broke into little splinters. This wasn't the first time it'd happened, Billy sometimes got a little carried away and didn't know his own strength some times. After sweeping up the remains of the clipboard, AC and Billy locked up and headed out.
"What's wrong dude?" AC asked Billy. Billy was fuming.
"I forgot to get a fucking blue book from the student store!"
"You have a test? School hasn't started yet..."
"Yeah, I know, but I'm on academic probation and my counselor needs to test my self-study progress from this summer. My high school English teacher hated me and said the only way I was getting into this university was to do self-study over the summer."
"School hasn't even started yet and you're already on academic probation?" AC asked.
"Shut up, man," Billy said, looking at his feet, obviously embarrassed.
"Sorry Billy. Why didn't you say anything? I've been studying all summer for AP English, why didn't you study in the cage with me? I coulda helped you out man," AC said.
"Dunno. You're smarter than me, I woulda slowed you down dude," Billy said, looking at AC sheepishly.
"Aw...Billy that's okay. It's not a big deal. I would have loved to help you out," AC said.
"Well damn! I've got that timed essay test tomorrow, I don't even know how to write the fucker and now I don't even have a blue book to write it in," Billy said, his anger mounting.
"Why can't you just buy one tomorrow morning?" AC asked.
"'Cause the test starts at 8 am and the student store doesn't open until 9," Billy answered.
"Well come up to my room and I'll grab you one. I've got a couple spare ones from the entrance exams," AC said. Billy's face lit up.
"For real? Aw man that'd be awesome AC! Thanks little bro," Billy said and grabbed AC in one of his playful but inescapable headlocks. AC's hear sank.
"Little brother": the curse of the shorter man. AC wasn't short, but he must have looked like a midget to Billy. Little brother, like "nice guy" or "sweetheart" was one of those labels that'll get your cheeks pinched and your hair tousled but will get you bupkis in bed.
Once at his apartment, however, AC couldn't remember where he'd put the books.
"Where did I put the damned things? I know they're here. I saw them just the other day..." AC said as he rummaged around his stuff. Billy made himself comfortable and plopped down on AC's bed, which moaned slightly under the pressure of Billy's enormous body. AC always told Billy that if Vin Diesel ever saw him, he'd run right back to the gym and try to bulk up some more. Billy always laughed but it was true, he was built like an ox...an ox with 5% body fat.
AC was glad to be crouched on the other end of the room, looking through his papers. Billy's man smell was starting to have an effect on his cock and he'd hoped to find the books and send Billy on his way before AC junior got him into any trouble. No one wanted Billy angry with them and AC wanted even less for Billy to get defensive and angry. Not a good combination. AC tried breathing more steadily to get his boner to subside, as his nylon shorts would not aid him in hiding his arousal. Finally a bit of light blue caught AC's eye. He turned around with the books in hand and stopped short, his mouth agape, his eyes wide: Billy was laying on his back on AC's bed with one leg up, staring at the ceiling. The leg up had pulled the fabric of Billy's shorts to the side and there it was: all of Billy. It was thick, at least as big around as a 12 oz. Aquafina. The thing practically hit mid-thigh and tapered down to a generous length of foreskin, hooding the bulbous head.
AC knew better. He knew he shouldn't be looking but he couldn't help it. It had him hypnotized. And no matter how many times his brain screamed at him to look away, that he'd be pummeled if Billy caught him staring, he just stood there slack jawed. Billy sat up and asked AC if he'd found them yet. AC's blood ran cold as he saw Billy's face, alight with that trademark smile change to confusion as he looked from AC's half-mast cock to his own disrobed member to darkness as the muscles in his jaw flexed and Billy locked AC's door.
"What were you looking at, AC?" Billy asked, his face stony. AC couldn't answer, he just backed up until his legs reached his chair and he sat down.
"I said, 'what were you looking at AC'?" Billy asked again. Again, AC was speechless.
"Do you like that, AC? Do you, you sick little fuck?" Billy asked, not really expecting an answer at this point. AC was so scared that his eyes watered.
"Come here," Billy ordered. AC just sat there.
"Now," Billy commanded, his body glistening with angry sweat. AC got up on shaky legs and inched towards Billy. AC prayed, begged and pleaded with his cock to go down but it just wouldn't. He was so scared and so embarrassed. THIS was going to be all over school. All the while, Billy never broke eye contact with him as AC finally made it within a foot of Billy. Billy continued to stare into AC's eyes, holding him captive with fear, AC's body trembling. Billy reached out his enormous fist and enveloped AC's hot, clothed cock in it, slowly stroking it. AC gasped initially from shock and then surprise and then confusion. Billy still kept eye contact with AC as he stroked AC's cock, squeezing it, milking it. AC closed his eyes as he felt himself starting to get closer to climax. Billy reached behind AC's neck and pulled him in close. AC's eyes opened as Billy inched closer, his eyes still on AC's. Billy's mouth came within a quarter inch of AC's, his hot breath on AC's slightly parted lips. Then gently, Billy's tongue reached out and licked the underside of AC's top lip quickly, tentatively, like dipping his toe in the lake to check the temperature. That's when Billy lost all inhibition and pulled AC into a full lip lock, quick, but wet. This time AC attacked, pressing his lips against Billy's and licking for entrance. Billy granted it and moaned as AC's tongue invaded Billy's mouth, their tongues entwined, Billy's hand pumping AC's dripping cock still sheathed as it was in nylon. As they kissed Billy grabbed AC in one arm and lifted him clean off the floor ridding him of his shorts with his free hand, then gently setting him down on his bed. Billy broke the kiss, pressing his finger against AC's lips as AC tried to ask what was going on. Billy smiled a wicked grin and then got to his knees, kissing AC all the way down his hard body, starting with this lips, then his sensitive ears into with Billy growled, down his neck to his chest, sucking on each nipple on the way down to the overflowing 8" man meat now harder than ever. Billy took AC's cock by the base, pinching and holding it there, the cock juice cascading down his fingers. Billy looked up into AC's eyes and smiled as he teased AC's cock by just lightly brushing his bottom lip against the underside of the head. AC freaked out and started moaning and thrusting his hips into the air. Billy just sat and watched as AC writhed on the bed, his cock honey leaking into Billy's open mouth. The teasing was almost too much to bear, and AC's cock was getting overly sensitive but Billy kept right on going. AC wanted to cum, but because Billy had his base in a vice grip, there was NO way sperm was going to make it through. Just then Billy opened his mouth wider, smiling as AC shook his head, Billy nodded his.
"No. Billy. I'll cum in you if you..." AC stammered but it was too late. On hearing the word "cum" Billy plunged down on AC's cock, moaning and sucking the length of it into his mouth, down to the pubes. After swallowing AC's cock all the way, Billy removed the grip from AC's cock and set his hands to pulling AC's nipples. AC moaned loudly, nearly screaming. Soon, AC took control and grabbed Billy by his thick, dark, curly locks and fucked his face with his hot, throbbing cock. Billy continued to hum and vibrate AC's dick as AC neared climax.
"Oh fuck yeah. I'm gonna cum, bitch. You want my cum, whore?" AC started talking dirty. Instead of answering, Billy brought one of his hands down and jabbed his huge knuckles into AC's perineum which sent shocks of pleasure from AC's head to his toes as he felt the cum rocketing from his cock.
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Billy's tongue continued to swirl around and around, licking every last drop from the angry purple head of AC's tortured cock. AC whimpered, as his cock had become even more sensitive and Billy's tongue was starting to wreak havoc on his wet and slowly deflating penis. AC was yet again speechless and was surprised when Billy looked him straight in the eye and swallowed, licking his lips like a greedy cat. Billy came up and kissed AC again, their tongues massaging each other, AC getting to taste some of his spunk from the inside of Billy's mouth.
"You dirty perv," AC said as he rolled on top of Billy and kissed him passionately, deeply, and forcefully. After a while, AC sat up on Billy's stomach, Billy on the bed on his back, looking up at AC and grinning at him.
AC got down off of Billy and lay next to him on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
"That...was..."
"Amazing," Billy finished. AC looked over at Billy to see what Billy meant by it. Billy wasn't grinning the shit-eating grin. There was no sign of Billy's patent arrogance now. He was staring at the ceiling with a look of complete bliss. Billy wasn't talking about himself this time.
"Excuse me?" AC said, shocked.
"Gawd I've wanted to do that forever," Billy said, and then added as he rolled over "with you."
To say that AC was shocked would have been an understatement. He'd wanted Billy for so long, ever since seeing him wrestling during Senior training where he'd met Dick. Every time they worked together, AC had ached for Billy so bad. And now Billy was saying that he'd wanted AC forever. AC realized that he had been totally clueless, and that the man of his dreams had not only just given him unparalleled oral sex but had just come out to him as well. So many emotions were going on at once that AC's eyes welled with tears. He rolled to the side and took Billy's face in his hands.
"Thank you so much Billy. I've wanted you for so long. That was so wonderful, and...and oh gawd I called you those terrible names!" thinking back to the dirty talking earlier.
"Aw, that's okay AC. I kinda liked it anyway," Billy said, blushing. AC kissed Billy sweetly and lightly on the mouth.
"So, what now?" AC asked.
"Well..." Billy said, drawing circles in the bedspread with his finger.
"What?" AC asked.
"I don't know. This is really weird. I've wanted to do this for a while, but it's taken like a year and some just to get up the courage to do it. I've watched you in the office. Every time I'd talk about sex and start to bone up, you'd throw major wood and hump the desk!"
"I wasn't humping the desk," AC laughed.
"Well that's what it looked like to me, dude."
"I was trying to hide my bone from you," AC explained.
"There's too much dick there to hide, man," Billy said. "That thing's big."
"Oh, YOU'RE one to talk!" AC said, poking Billy in the side. 'Note to self, Billy is NOT ticklish,' AC made the mental note.
"Well, that has its ups and downs, so to speak. Like in high school it used to get up all the time and there came a point where I had to tape the fucker to my leg," Billy began. AC giggled a little but stopped and let Billy continue.
"But it got more and more difficult to get it up for the cheerleaders at school anymore. I thought something was wrong with it and even went to the doctor's office. They couldn't find anything wrong, so they suggested that maybe I was depressed, blah blah blah. Anyway, I finally started getting wood again over camp. Not all the way, but while I was wrestling with Hank and the rest of the guys on the team I'd get like half-mast. That was until lunchtime on the third day of camp when I saw you and Dick in the cafeteria.
I had to stay there for a half an hour for the thing to come down. Then I spent the rest of the day locked in my single freaking and trying to figure it all out. I didn't come up with a whole lot of answers, but what I did know was I had to find out if you felt the same way. Once I knew which buttons to push to get you boned, I made it my mission to have you," Billy said. They lay there looking at each other for a while. Then AC spoke.
"So what about Lois and Mary-Jane and all the others...the girl who went to the hospital?"
"The hospital girl was a rumor I started to get girls off my back. The rest, the conquests, were all just big talk. I haven't fucked a girl since junior year. As a matter of fact, I haven't fucked anyone but my hand since camp," Billy confessed. AC lay there and smiled. He felt wonderful, euphoric and yet somehow like he was being unfair. Hadn't he and Dick been together since camp? And hadn't they BOTH been totally smitten with Billy?
"When you saw me and Dick, huh?" AC asked.
"Yeah man, you guys were...oh wait...is that weird or something? I shouldn't have said anything about liking Dick," Billy looked back toward the ceiling.
"I think we just confirmed that you LOVE dick," AC teased.
"Pig," Billy jabbed.
"You know what though? I was just sitting here thinking how happy that'd make Dick. He and I used to watch you wrestle and giggle, talking about what kind of dirty things we'd do to you given half a chance," AC said picking up his cell phone from the desk next to his bed.
"Really? Awesome man. I want another load dude. I'm ready to go again. And Dick man, he's soooooo hot. His little soccer body makes me crazy, just like your hot swimmer body does!" Billy said as he started rubbing his large hands over my body.
"Robin," I spoke into my cell phone. Billy looked at me sideways.
"Robin?"
"Yeah, it's his nickname."
"Why?"
"He's got the attention span of a small bird."
"Oh." Just then, Dick picked up
"What's up cutie?" he asked.
"Baby you are NEVER going to guess what is happening right now, you've gotta come over."
"When?"
"Now!"
"I can't, I promised to help this German foreign exchange student get his books. He's blue and smells like lighting a match, but psshhht whatever."
"Ditch the kraut. This is better."
"How better?"
"Let's just say our favorite wrestler has 'something he wants to tell you'."
"You're shitting me! OK, you know what? I've gotta go. Yep, yeah, ich gehe. Bye Kurt! No, no, no honey. Go to the end of the line and wait. Just wait here. Wait. Warte, bitte. Wiedersehen! This had better be for real."
"Oh just you wait 'enry 'iggins, you're in for the shock of your life," AC said, and hung up.
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