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This story is fiction, but some may take offense. If male-on-male sex offends you, don't read. If bareback sex offends you, don't read. Generally, if you get offended easily by frank discussions about hot, anonymous, meaningless, raunchy sex - DO NOT READ. Keep in mind, this is an imaginary world without HIV/AIDS.However, if you read the story, let us know what you think. Enjoy! Papa.
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Making the Dean's List Part One
I was 19 and attending a small college in a suburb of a large mid-American city. It was a quiet campus and a small student population. I lived in a dorm that housed men on two floors and women on two floors. Back then, dorm rooms were only for sleeping; the bathrooms were shared with all the guys on the floor. Rows of sinks, toilets, and urinals, along with a huge gang shower room. Guys were always walking through the halls naked going from their rooms to the bathroom. It was not a bad place to be.
I guess I should tell you a little about me. I grew up in the burbs, attended a small private high school, and I had very little sexual experience. I'm 5'-9" tall and weigh 150 lbs. I have light brown hair that I kept long back then My body is lean and fit, I have hairy pits and legs and just a small tuft of light brown hair between my pecs, with a nice pleasure trail leading from my navel to my 6.5" cock.
So, like I said, I had limited sexual experiences with a couple guys in high school and my cousins when we were younger. I had a lot to learn. On days when I didn't have classes, I often went into the city to visit gay clubs or to spend time at this gay bath house I'd heard about. After several enjoyable visits I kind of had a good idea of how things worked and how to get what I wanted.
One day I checked into the bath house and rented a room. I grabbed a clean towel and went down the hall to my room. I unlocked the door and started to walk in, but I stopped and looked around to see who might be watching. I saw a couple guys, but they passed on by. So I went in and stripped off my clothes. The "bed" was a wide platform with a thin mattress on it. There was a shelf next to the platform where I put the bottle of poppers and lube that I had with me. Then I wrapped the towel around my waist and locked the room and started to cruise the building.
I went through the movie room and saw a couple of older guys jacking off to the porn. The wet room had a few guys hanging around in the pool and the hot tub. I smiled and nodded at a couple of them. I went into the orgy room and let my eyes adjust. There was a bit of a crowd here, though it was hard to tell exactly who was who. So I took my towel off and threw it over my shoulder as I walked around the room groping a few cocks along the way. I got my share of gropes and ass slaps as well. One guy wanted to suck my cock, so I let him have a taste. I pulled out way before my orgasm. I felt up a couple of very hairy guys and sucked one off to completion. You see, my fantasy is being with hairy men who are bigger and stronger than me.
Well, I figured it was still early in the day and more guys would be coming in soon. I went back to my room and pushed the door closed but not latched, just sitting slightly ajar. Then I lay down on my stomach and thought I might get a little nap in before the lunch crowd arrived.
I must have really fallen asleep. The next thing I heard was the click of my door being shut and locked. I didn't move, I wanted to see where this was going. I hear someone moan softly, "Mmm...nice."
The guy sat on the edge of the bed and I felt two hands begin to rub my back gently and then move down to my ass. I felt a hand part my ass cheeks and stroke the length of my crack. "Mmmm," I heard again. I didn't move.
Next I felt a warm breath on my butt cheeks and kisses. He kissed all over my ass cheeks while rubbing his fingers through my crack. It was getting harder to stay still. Then I felt his tongue lick up the length of my crack and swirl around my pucker. That was it, I had to move. I raised my ass up a bit to beg for more and the man pushed his tongue inside me, slurping and plunging his long tongue into my hole. I moaned a little. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "May I?"
"You certainly may," I answered, as I reached my hand around to feel his chest. OMG, it was covered in long silky fur. I had to turn over and see this guy's body. I wanted him to fuck me, but I wanted to enjoy him too. I started to roll over and he stopped me. "Not yet, young man, I'm not finished eating."
He got up on the bed and crouched between my legs. Then he started to lick and rub my ass again. He brought new meaning to rimming. He licked and chewed and ate my hole until it felt wet and hot and ready. I was grinding my ass into his face and he kept pushing and sucking and tongue fucking like he wanted to crawl inside me. I started to moan louder. After several minutes of my ass being used as his appetizer, I felt a finger penetrate my hole, it felt great. Then I felt two fingers pressing and spreading to stretch me. Then I felt another finger and it hurt a little, I flinched and he stopped to let me get used to it. You see, up till now the only thing that had been up my ass was my finger and a very small dildo. He started twisting those three fingers and pressing on my prostate. It felt so good, then he added the fourth finger. I flinched again and he slowed down, but he kept up the pressure until all four fingers were inside me, pushing and stretching my hole. When he pulled his hand out, he went back to licking and tongue fucking. I told him I wanted to turn over to see him. He raised up and let me turn over.
Sitting there on the bed was this tall, thin man with very hairy legs, very hairy body, and the hair was long and silky and soft. His rigid cock looked to be about 7-8" long and about as fat as mine is when hard. He had dark hair with a little gray here and there. But here's the most significant detail - the man was the dean of students at my college. I couldn't hide my surprise and I blurted out, "Dean Scott! Oh my god!"
He looked at me with recognition and said, "OK, this is awkward, but it doesn't need to be. We're both here for the same thing and that's just fine. Nobody ever needs to know about this, it will be our little secret. OK?"
My cock had gone soft and I wasn't sure what to do. I looked at his magnificent hairy body and lusted for our encounter to continue. So, I flipped around and plunged my face into his crotch and took his beautiful hard cock into my mouth and started to make love to it. He patted me on the head and said, "Good boy, let's have some fun."
His cock tasted wonderful. He was clean and smelled of sandalwood soap. I cupped his large balls in my hand and sucked his cock into my mouth and let the tip move into my throat. I felt his soft silky pubic hair caress my face and I moaned. Dean Scott took my head in both his hands and moved it up and down slowly, soaking his rod in my spit and causing my throat to relax. He pushed me down hard and his cock moved into my throat. I thought I might gag, but I didn't. I breathed through my nose and enjoyed the feeling of having him so far inside me. I felt droplets of precum sliding down my throat. I flexed my throat muscle, trying to milk more from the dean's throbbing cock. "Not so fast, my boy, savor it," he said, pulling his cock from my hungry mouth.
"Now it's my turn," the dean said.
He flipped me over on my back and began to kiss and rub my body from head to toe. He kissed my neck and I got goosebumps all over. He moved to my chest and took my right nipple into his mouth. He sucked and kissed it, then he bit down and I squealed. He moved across, kissing my chest and licking between my pecs, then he took my left nipple into his mouth and sucked it and kissed it and finally bit down a little harder. "Ouch!"
Then he licked his way down my chest and stomach and arrived at my now throbbing cock. He licked the shaft up and down as he caressed my inner thighs. He swirled his tongue around the mushroom head and I started to squirm. At last, he took my cock into his mouth and instantly plunged down and swallowed me, dripping his saliva onto my balls. I was in heaven and moaned loudly.
He kept inhaling my cock and I felt my cum gathering momentum. I knew I was about to cum and I couldn't stop it. I exploded into his mouth and he slurped and swallowed every drop. I kept jerking into his face until I was spent. He gently licked me clean and I lay back on the bed. He saw the lube and poppers on the shelf. "May I?"
I could only nod. He took the popper and inhaled deep in both nostrils. He handed it to me and I did two shots in each nostril. My head started to spin and I was ready to go again. Dean Scott pushed my legs up in the air and positioned himself between my legs. He took the lube and spread my hole open with his fingers, pouring lube into my hot hole. Then he smeared it all over his turgid cock. He set the lube down and took two hits from the popper in each nostril. He handed the bottle to me and threw his head back in ecstacy. Then he pushed his cock against my pucker. I knew this was going to be a challenge, so I took the popper and held it to my nose and breathed it in. I went into euphoria and my body relaxed. The dean pushed his cock into me and I pushed back. I was so high that it didn't matter how big his cock was, I wanted it in my guts.
He plunged into me and landed balls deep in one motion. I arched my back and howled with pleasure. He took the popper from me and took two hits for himself. Then he started to fuck me in earnest. In and out, fast, then slow. Out, then deep. Faster and faster. Sweat was dripping down his body, matting his beautiful hair to his body. His sweat dripped off his face onto my stomach and chest. Then he spit and let it fall on my cock. He reached down and rubbed his spit around on the head and spit on it again. He started to stroke me and my cock got hard again. Throbbing and aching for another release.
He pounded into my hot hungry ass harder and faster. He stroked my cock in rhythm to his fucking. We're both sweating and panting, wanting this to last as long as possible, but it was obvious that he was about to cum and so was I. With one final deep plunge, Dean Scott erupted with a huge load of hot cream, with rope after rope of cum landing on my stomach and chest, some even landing on the dean's hairy chest. He stayed inside me with spasms that went on past the end of his cum dump.
Finally, his soft cok fell out of my ass and he lay back against the wall. My ass was sore, but I was so full of cum that it started to drool out of me and drip down onto my balls. I just lay there and enjoyed the feeling. My eyes were closed and neither of us spoke. After a few minutes, the dean stood up, grabbed his towel, and let himself out of the room, latching the door behind him. I dozed off for a short nap.
When I woke, I headed to the shower to clean the hot sex off. I soaped up and did my best to clean my ass. As I was rinsing, I saw a man had entered the shower and was watching me as he stroked his cock. I went over to him and knelt down in front of him, taking his nice sized cock in my mouth. He was eager, so it was a short blowjob. He came pretty fast and I swallowed his load. He covered himself and left without a word.
My day had been a lot of fun, but I was ready to leave. I got dressed, dropped my key and towel at the front desk and went to my car. There was a note on my windshield. I opened it and read: "I saw your bumper sticker and recognized your car. I had a great time today. Welcome to the Dean's List, boy."
I wasn't sure what this meant, but I had an idea. I was thinking that the rest of my college career might be very interesting.
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