The following is a true story about sex between fraternity guys. If you aren't interested in that -- you are in the wrong place.
Heya. My name is John, and the story I want to share with you happened to me when I was a senior in college. It was a small private college in western Pennsylvania, about 60 miles north of Pittsburgh. The quaint little town that this college is in has a lot of character, and is surrounded by beautiful scenery and amish farms. (Clue: not Grove City or Theil).
Anyway, let me tell you a little about myself. I am about 6'0, 170, brown hair and eyes, hairy chest. Just a regular mid-western college guy. While I had thought a lot about my attraction to guys, I didn't really do anything about it. The school is pretty quiet and conservative, and as far as I knew, there weren't any gay guys there (no I realize that was wrong -- but what did I know!). Honestly, I was too busy with classes, student government, and being an executive officer for the fraternity -- no time to worry about finding another guy there. I was very popular with the sorority girls, and had plenty of dates -- though I always stopped things before it got to the point of having to get naked with one of them.
School was winding down, and I figured that I would graduate and then wherever I ended up, I could then start looking to meet guys. I definitely wasn't comfortable with all that, but I figured once I was away from the confines of college, I would be free to meet guys.
There is no doubt that there were a ton of guys on campus that turned me on. I could list about 10 who seemed to pop up in my jack off fantasies, and believe me, I thought I was the king of jacking off at that point in my life. Seeing the guys in my fraternity every morning waking up and waiting in line for the showers... that is the stuff fantasies are made of. I lived on the third floor of the old fraternity house -- we had one small bathroom that nine guys shared. Plenty of hot scenery there, but as far as I knew -- no one had any idea about my interest in their bodies, and specifically, what hung between their legs.
Two days before graduation, most of the undergrads had already left for the summer. Only the soon-to-be graduates were on campus, with a few others here and there. Parties were the norm, and we were all drunk every night and slept a lot during the day. What a great time! I was incredibly horny. That day, I jacked off several times -- seeing the frat boys in just shorts running around playing was just too much!
In the early evening, Randy, one of the undergrads and fraternity brothers, stopped by my room. Randy is one of the hottest studs in our house. He is 5'10", 160, brown hair and eyes, hairy chest, and very, very Italian. The sorority girls love him -- he's extremely hot. Randy and I had been buddies for a while, but not close friends or anything. He has a hot girlfriend. Other than my fantasy of seeing him nude, nothing ever happened to give me any idea that he could be interested. Well, that night things changed.
Randy stopped in to ask if I would be around later. I told him sure, that he was always welcome to stop in. He then went out with his friends, and I proceeded to drink and have fun with my fellow fraternity brothers... only two more nights of hanging out in the house -- then real life started. We drank quite a bit, but I decided to go back to my room before I got to wasted.
Once in my room, I thought about Randy again. Damn, he is hot. As usual, I ended up pulling out my dick and jerked off a hot load. I wish he were interested. He is just incredible. And a nice guy on top of it all!! At about 1 am, I heard a knock on my door. In came Randy, kind of drunk, but still looking great. He was in jeans, button-down shirt, and classic white Nike shoes. We kind of chatted briefly, and then he said "Can I talk to you about something?" I had kind of become the sounding board for the fraternity brothers, so it wasn't unusual that guys would come to me to talk. So we proceeded to sit on the floor and just kind of talk about all kinds of things. The room was dark -- the only light was coming from the skylight in the ceiling and the stereo. Even so, I could tell Randy was uncomfortable and needed to tell me something that was really bothering him. By this time I was lying on the floor. He was lying beside me, and as he was struggling to come up with the words to tell me what was going on, he put his head on my stomach. This was the closest I had ever been to Randy, and it felt really good to have him touching me. I put my hand on his head and let him know that he could tell me anything -- and there wouldn't be anything that would come between us.
So there in my room, in our fraternity house surrounded by sleeping guys, Randy told me that he thought that he was interested in guys. WOW! This was the LAST thing I though he would tell me that night. Luckily though, I kept my cool, didn't show any surprise, and listened to Randy tell me his thoughts. It turns out that Randy had been lusting for his roommates for some time, but knew they weren't into doing anything (I knew his roommates too, and they were studs). He told me that he hadn't done anything with a guy, but he really was attracted to guys, and he wanted to do something.
All this time, I was lying there with his head on my stomach, listening to him and getting turned on beyond belief! Here was this incredible stud telling me that he wants to mess around with a guy! You guessed it -- that info had the expected effect on me... I instantly got a hardon. Since Randy had spilled his guts to me, it was only fair that I tell him that I, too, was interested in guys. He couldn't believe it! But I told him it was true, and that I hadn't done anything with anyone at school, but had messed around a little. He was thrilled. I should probably tell you here that I was wearing a t-shirt, gym shorts, and briefs. And I was rock hard. Which would be very obvious to him very soon. He looked at me in the darkness, and I told him everything was cool between us. And that he was okay. And that I was very interested in him. He questioned that, and I told him to find out for himself.
At that point, Randy lifted up his head off my stomach, and he started rubbing my chest and stomach. Damn, this was a dream come true! He lifted up my shirt, and gently rubbed my stomach. Gym shorts were not designed to conceal a hardon -- so it wasn't long until Randy noticed the huge bulge in my shorts. He looked up at me once he saw the bulge, and I nodded and smiled back at him. He then gently slipped his hand in my shorts, and grabbed his first hard cock. Man, I was in heaven. Here was one of the hottest guys in the fraternity with his hand around my hard dick. Things moved quickly from here... I wanted Randy bad. I got him to stand up, and I began to undress him. He has the softest skin, something that I still can feel and remember. His chest is incredible -- strong and hairy. As I loosened his belt, he put his hands on mine and apologized... I would soon find out that he had cum in his shorts while I undressed him -- without even touching himself! What a hot stud! That didn't matter to me -- I still wanted him.
We finished taking each other's clothes off, and got back down on the floor. I gave him his first blow job. I'll never forget his dick -- it is the thickest one I have ever seen, and all covered in cum. While I was no expert, he sure did love it. And Randy wasted no time putting my dick in his mouth. It really didn't matter that I had jacked off many times that day -- I was going to have a great load for him. We kissed, hugged, and sucked for a long time that night. Finally, when we couldn't take it any more, we got each other off and enjoyed being together in a whole new way. Randy hugged me, got dressed, and then left. I crashed knowing that we had moved into some new territory.
By the time I woke up the next day, Randy had left campus for the year. I graduated a day later, and we went our separate ways. We wrote back and forth over the summer, and while Randy enjoyed our encounter, he was confused and didn't know what to do. We agreed that we had shared something special as fraternity brothers... something very special.
I didn't see Randy until the next fall, at Homecoming. We were both busy enjoying old friends, the football game, all the festivities. Late that Saturday night, he and I ran into each other again at the fraternity house. It was our first opportunity to talk, and we caught up on what we each had been doing. There was a definite undertone of sexual tension between us, and I hoped that we could get together again. He was feeling the very same thing... so after considering the places we could maybe go -- we decided on using the room of one of the brothers who was away for that weekend. We ended up having a lot of fun together... and we filled this guys bed with plenty of cum... he would certainly freak if he found out that two guys had been playing in his bed.
Unfortunately, I lost touch with Randy after that. I finished grad school, Randy graduated. He moved on, I moved on. Now, many years later, I often still think about those two nights with Randy.