It had been a month since my first time giving a blowjob. He was tall, smooth like me, heavier.....which is why he made varsity team and had a boyish smile. I had watched those thick thighs from the sidelines and in our swim class locker room. His buttocks were round and tight...and his cock swung as he walked. He had caught me looking and smiled at me instead of rebuking me with a stern expression...as I had experienced from time to time with others. On a campus where it was almost clothing optional in the hot months, it amazed me that you got so much attitude from men obviously willing to show off their bodies. Details ? Ok, I'm in college, gay, sexually not active...at least not when I got there, anxious to have wild sex with men, boys, gays, straights, professors, students, hell, anyone!!!!! My roommate and I talked about it and although he is a hetro, he advised me to get off my ass and "out there" if I wanted to meet anyone. He didnt' seem to have a problem meeting and bedding women....from time to time I sat in the hallway seeing the tie on the door knob signal that said he was getting laid again. Lance Taylor was his name..the football player that is. My roommate's name is Bob....Robert...or Robbie as his Mom calls him...that makes him wince so I call him that from time to time too...just to reassure myself that he and I are still friends despite the fact he knows I'm queer. The time Lance smiled at me...I smiled back, I think. He winked and I knew I had a chance. At least he didn't hit me. That happened too. I was sunning myself on the lawn by the library. I had read in one of those directories that the lawn outside our library was known as prime cruising area. I saw men come and go. I nodded hello at others who were sunning nearby too. I saw women come by and giggle and say hello to me. I wasn't a bad looking dude. My years of swimming had given me a decent body, nice pecs and legs. I happily stripped down to my shorts and lay on the grass for the sun and all the sons on campus to see. So, once in awhile I got girls to flirt with me. I guess, if they stop looking, THAT would be the problem. I blurted out "great arms" to one guy who was coming by. His sleeveless tee shirt showed off nicely developed biceps and shoulders. He looked at me without an expression, then came closer. "You say something?" He came over, bent down and swung at me and left. Nobody around us knew why he hit me. He didn't call me FAGGOT or some other name. Two guys came over and checked to see if I were "ok". The only thing I could think about was the size of one of their baskets....as they helped me to my feet. So, Lance's smile and wink were more then welcomed. I found him in the shower and stood at the next nozzle. We talked, soaped, washed, rinsed. "Hey do my hair will ya?" he asked. I looked around and assumed it was ok despite the fact there were others still there. I shampooed his hair and felt his skull...it turned me on. By the time I had rinsed his hair, we were alone. Maybe they saw my cock getting hard and decided to leave the two queers alone. I don't know. We walked to the dorm and I invited Lance to my room..he said we could go to his since he lived by himself. I knew then, I was finally going to have sex and with a man I lusted after. He stripped naked as soon as we got inside. He closed and locked the door. Then he peeled me out of my clothes while complimenting me on my body, lips, eyes and hands. He lay face down on the bed and told me to use the baby oil. He wanted a massage as good as the one I gave his head in the shower. I was afraid that's all he wanted. But I felt his body..massaging, rubbing, feeling and letting my cock emit out precum the entire time. As he lay on his back....smiling from the massage I had just given his feet, legs, stomach, arms, hands, chest and neck, he told me to suck him. I did....slow at first...afraid of biting him.....then as I relaxed I began to worship his cock and balls..licking, sucking the head....repeating things that made him moan.....his cum spurt out like a geyser and I gladly let it fall all over me as well. "You're good" he said. And then he pushed me back and attacked me...until my body was convulsing and my gut was exploding all over his face and beautiful chest. I slept in his bed....holding and being held. I knew I had wasted many years not having sex...I knew it was going to be four great years ahead in college..with Lance or without him. Word seemed to spread about me. I got invited to attend gay meetings, a free copy of the gay paper showed up under my dorm door. Even my roommate read it. Guys seemed to be more responsive to my smiles and cruising on the library lawn. Then the notes started showing up in my dorm door. "Hey what's the lamba private club?" roomie asked. I didn't know. But I kept getting notes from them. Finally I called the number. A surprisingly upbeat and youthful voice told me about the club. I met with him and another friend for pizza and beer. I expected a pierced mincing example of our alternative lifestyle. Instead, a freckled faced, clean cut, cute guy was there. His friend was hispanic and except for his ear rings, he too seemed..well, there's no other way to put it, "normal". "It's a sexual fantasy club..kind of like a fraternity" I joined...or agreed to join. The initiation ceremony would be held at a time and place I wouldn't know about until the last moment. If I appeared, great, if I didn't they wouldn't ask me again..nor bother me about it. Gill added, "if you don't want to join, that's cool, but maybe we three can get together sometime anyway?" He kissed me goodbye and so did Carlos. My cock, hard in my jeans, told me i wanted to accept one of their invitations. There was a knock on my door about two am one night. My dear roomie muttered and cursed. I got up and opened the door, not caring that I was naked. I always slept naked.....so did my roomie...which was ok with me..it gave me visuals to go to sleep with. And I think he knew it. "No wonder you're gay, you got a great ass" he told me once too. So perhaps my upturned butt was in one or two of his dreams. If so, he never told me. "Jeans, tee shirt, nothing else...11890 Brandywine Ave....4 am" The note that I found taped to the door said. "What is it?" "Nothing..gotta help a friend" I nervously pulled on jeans and a tee shirt. Walking barefoot, I left the dorm, wandered across the grassy knoll and headed off campus to Brandywine..a nearby street. I wondered if anyone would wonder why I was walking barefoot..but around a college, lots of offbeat stuff happens. The address was a warehouse. I saw one or two people walk past a gate and followed. A huge black, unsmiling man was at the door where the only light was on. I showed him the note. He told me to go into the new member door down the side of the building. I entered into a blue glowing room. There were four other guys there. One or two I recognized from campus. Gill was there too wearing only a towel around his waist. He said that the door would be locked in fifteen minutes and then he'd return. We didn't talk much to each other as we waited. Then the black dude I saw earlier entered and locked the door. Gill reappeared but this time he wore black leather pants, boots and no shirt. His crotch was open too...and his cock and balls hung freely. Although I saw a metal studded ring around them. Around his neck was a metal studded collar. And across his smooth chest was a chain...it took me a moment to realize it was connected to two clips that seemed to be fastened to his nipples. "OK everyone, strip down and wait your turn" One by one each of us were told to enter. I was the last one.....as I entered, I realized there were many many people in the big room. They surrounded a center area lit with spot lights. Ahead of the area was a large table around which stood three or four others. On either side of the table were two kids. One was Gill who was kneeling. A chain led from his collar to somewhere at the table. Another boy/man was on the other side..wearing only a black pouch and a collar like Gill's. His too had a chain which led to somewhere behind the table. "You have applied for membership. You will learn many things if you are obedient and do what you're told. During our meetings, you can never say "NO" when approached by another member is that understood?" I answered Yes until I was corrected and then answered "Yes Sir" Questions came from around me and I answered them honestly and truthfully. They asked me about my masturbation, what kind of men turned me on, what kind of fantasies I had, if I had ever had sex with animals, cousins, brothers or parents, roommates or anyone in the room. I answered all I could. As I turned my head to address the direction of the question, I saw the other new guys...they were naked, collared and seemed to be kneeling by a particular person who held a chain connected to their collar. I was taken out of the room by Gill and the other guy. An enema hose was put in me and I eliminated myself. My armpits and crotch were shaven smooth in front of everyone. I was ordered to suck Gill's cock..and I enjoyed that eventhough everyone watched. I was told to get up on the alter..a table and lay across the device there. The other boy in a collar greased my asshole and fingered it.....I had been fucked before....my half brother did it to me years ago. I had already admitted that to the group. So when the boy fucked me, I didn't react badly..and eventually imagined I was a young teenager again, and my half brother was fucking me....and I loved it.... "You will now be marked with the other initiates" I was led to another room and sat on the floor with the other naked boys. Around us gathered many of those who were in the big room. And we soon felt the streams of urine that began to mark us as brethern. Men came in, pissed on us and then left. Eventually, all were gone. Gill and the other boy came in and told us to wash off...and none of us should wash ourselves. Hands reached for me and mine reached for other new members as we washed each other..and dried each other. "As you did in the other room, you will now do forever. Lambda Club members take care of each other" As we circulated that night.....it became a typical party, with beer, dancing, low lights and lots of sex....we were gropped, kissed, pulled to places where we engaged in sex with other members. And one by one we each were collared. "When's the next meeting" I asked Gill after Carlos him and me finished a wonderful threeway one night. "We never know. Notes arrive and then we go". The knock came and I stumbled to the door. The note told me I was to be an alter slave. I arrived at the new address and went in the big room. I was told to strip and put on collar and a black jockstrap. I knelt by the alter as the new members came in. To my surprise and pleasure, the first one was my Lance. He saw me and lowered his eyes. But he admited to having sex with me and some other people in the room including a Professor who I didn't know was a member..but probably had sex with.....at sometime during the first party. One by one the initiates came in. The final one really surprised me. There knelt, the naked form of Robbie...ok, Robert, my roommate. He admitted to being bisexual, to having sex with at least two of the other intiates and Gill the slaveboy I knew. I was told to fuck him when he mounted the alter and I did....as if converting him and with a bit of anger for him not telling me. I was in bed when he came home later that morning. Without a word, he moved to my bed and got in. We didn't speak but slept together until Gill, Lance and Carlos showed up to take us to a late breakfast..and a private orgy after that. So when did all this happen, I asked my roommate in front of my fellow club members.
"Probably before you and Lance got together." "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "Hell, I thought you'd never invite me" Robert said then whispered to me "you can call me Robbie". The orgy was fun.....kind of like having sex with friends and brothers...but that's what our club is.....brothers looking out for each other.