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Chapter 6
After that first college hook-up with my physics classmate in the science library of our midwestern university, my social -- and sexual -- life blossomed. Roger's pre-exam blowjob awoke those hormones that I hadn't paid much attention to, instead having focused on soccer and academics.
During the first few weeks of the second semester of my freshman year, I realized that I had a lot more free time than I had during the fall semester. Soccer season was over, and while the team still had daily workouts, we didn't have to travel to matches every weekend. The classes I had enrolled in turned out to be a little easier than I expected, and despite having a full course-load of three science classes, a math class, and a history course, I wasn't up late every night finishing problem sets and writing papers. In short, I was a little bored.
I hadn't partied much during that first semester, but with extra time on my hands, I jumped at one of my soccer teammate's invitations to an off-campus party one weekend in late January. Apparently, a few of the soccer guys were planning to go, and we all agreed that we needed to socialize outside the gym more often.
As the Friday evening party approached, I started getting nervous. I liked most of the guys on the team, but I didn't really know any of them beyond their names, years, and positions on the field. And maybe what they looked like naked; that was one of the perks of being on a team that worked out and showered together! But I really didn't know anything about their personal lives, and I hadn't shared much about mine, either. One other freshman on the team, Tim, had gone to a rival high school, so we kind of knew each other from high school soccer matches; that was enough that he asked if I wanted to drive with him and his roommate to the party that Friday. I was relieved for the offer; I knew I'd want to drink a bit to ease my nerves, and I tried to be responsible about drinking and driving. My parents had been fine letting me drink a bit at family functions, and even served champagne at my high school graduation party, but were always strict about responsibility.
That Friday evening, I met Tim and his roommate, Mason, in front of the parking garage where Tim kept his car. We climbed into his tiny Ford Focus and were quickly on our way.
"You DO know where we're going, right?" I asked Tim, after 10 minutes in the car and a dozen turns that all seemed to be in the same direction.
"I thought so!" Tim responded, defensively. "But I can't find the damn street! Mason, pull out your phone and help me out, dude."
Mason pulled out his phone and opened the GPS app, entered the address, and laughed. "Tim, man, we're on the wrong side of the city. That was EAST 44th, not WEST. Fuck! Now they'll all be drunk already by the time we get there!" Mason sounded disappointed at that, but I didn't mind, since I thought the social lubricant of alcohol worked whether you were the one drinking or not.
Thirty minutes later, we parked in front of a house with all the lights on, music blaring, and swamped by cars. Clearly, we were in the right place. We rang the bell, and after waiting a few minutes, figured that nobody could hear the doorbell over the raucous music, so just let ourselves in.
We were immediately greeted by one of our soccer teammates, Sean, who was apparently playing sentry duty. Recognizing us immediately, he gave us a warm welcome and directed us to the basement, where there was plenty of beer, liquor, and dancing. As we were about to head down the steps, Sean warned us, "Hey young'uns, just a forewarning, this is where we let loose, so don't be freaked if some girl cops a feel, or if you see some titties tonight. Enjoy!"
Mason, Tim, and I exchanged wry grins -- none of us minded the idea of booze and shirtlessness, though my idea of a hot chest was probably a little different than theirs. I didn't know if they knew I was gay or not, but I really didn't care -- I just wanted to have fun, and if these guys were going to have fun with some drunken sorority chicks, more power to them.
Arriving in the basement, the three of us quickly grabbed beers from the huge refrigerator, and navigated to the sidelines around a beer pong table, where one of the seniors on the soccer team was playing against a hefty young lady who looked more serious than anybody else in the room. She was intent on winning.
The music was too loud to make conversation easy, so we just stood and watched the game, downing our beers pretty quickly. When there's nothing else to do, you're nervous, and you have a beer in hand, it tends to vanish fast.
With one cup left on both competitors sides, Mason grabbed us three more beers and we all clinked bottles. Just as we took our first sips from the new bottles, the room erupted in a "Whoa, yeah!" "She beat him!" "Girl power!"
After the room died down a little, the hefty winner called to her losing competitor, "That's your shirt, Hammond! Lose it!"
Hammond, the soccer player, didn't seem to mind, and he promptly unbottoned his shirt and tossed it into a corner. "The faster I get naked, the faster I get laid, chump!" he said, laughing. As I looked around the room, I noticed several of the other guys were shirtless, and a number of girls were just wearing bras; this game had apparently been going on a while. One guy I didn't know, who was clearly the drunkest in the room, was already down to his boxers.
As Hammond left the beer pong table, he saw the three of us hovering on the sidelines, and came over to us. "Welcome, frosh! First party here, huh? Let's take shots to that!" He herded us to the small bar and poured four tequila shots. "College!" he said, lifting his own shot; we followed suit, and all downed the cheap liquor in a swig. Mason had clearly never had a tequila shot before, and promptly coughed the whole shot all over my shirt. The rest of the room, who had been watching the "initiation," burst into laughter, and two girls came over and pulled my shirt off.
"Bad luck! There are many ways to lose clothes at a party, but that's the worst of them!" She tossed my wet shirt in a pile near the stairs, and I just laughed it off. I'd been naked in the showers with most of the guys in the room, so I wasn't going to get embarrassed just because a few girls I didn't know were seeing me shirtless!
Over the next two hours, almost everybody at the party shed at least their shirts, and drank significantly more than was responsible. Tim was passed out on a chair in the living room, wearing only his boxers, Hammond was flirting with every girl's chest he could see and unsuccessfully hiding his erection in his red briefs, Mason was trying to be inconspicuous as he stayed near the bathroom door -- it seemed he didn't hold his alcohol very well, and I was sitting on a couch, laughing and talking about history class with Laura, a classmate I recognized but had never met before.
Changing subjects, Laura leaned over and whispered in my ear, "So who on the team has the biggest dick?"
I laughed; I wasn't really flustered, since I was already tipsy, and it was clear that Laura knew I was gay. "Well, no shocker, Damian's is pretty massive. And Sam's is pretty impressive," I whispered back.
"Can I let you in on something?" Laura continued, quietly, for just me. "I masturbate to gay porn all the fucking time, and I love to see some boy-on-boy action in real life."
I grinned. "I'm the new guy here; I'm not about to go up to some dude and ask if I can blow him!"
"There's an easier way. Follow me."
Laura grabbed my arm and hauled me up two flights of stairs. The second story seemed to be mostly bedrooms, and maybe an office, and was much quieter than the basement or first story. "Just hang out with me around here for a bit," Laura said conspiratorially.
A few minutes later, a guy and a girl stumbled out of the bathroom, where they had obviously been getting a little hot and heavy. The girl was wearing only a thong, the guy's boner was sticking out of the fly of his boxers, and both their lips were red after what must have been a pretty intense make-out session. They barely seemed to notice us as they rushed for one of the bedrooms with a closed door. Laura just winked at me, and said, "Just wait."
Five minutes later, another pair came up the stairs, less drunk than the first two, and the topless girl led the bare-chested young man into the same room, closing the door behind them. I began to get the idea. "So that's the hook-up room, huh?" I asked Laura.
She replied with a smirk, "Sort of. A few girlfriends and I just try to guide some hot-and-heavy couples into that room, and see what happens."
Two more couples, one completely naked and one almost fully clothed, snuck into the same room over the next five minutes. Laura said, "Not just yet. Give it five more." I was, by now, sporting a massive hard-on, thinking about the guys that had gone in. Damian, the black goalie with the monster cock, and Ryan, a skinny-ripped teammate were two of the guys who had entered with their female counterparts, and I really wanted to see them both in action.
We waited a few minutes longer, and I suddenly understood why Laura was making me wait to see what was happening in there. Three more guys, two of whom were already jerking off, slipped quietly into the room, minutes apart.
"A bunch usually show up to watch from the sidelines and jerk off. The girls and I like to have the sex ratio a little heavy on the male side," Laura winked. "Kiss me as we walk in, and I'll help you out. Just don't let your hands stray until I tell you. Don't worry, I won't make you touch any girls."
By that point, I wouldn't have minded eating a girl's pussy, if only I got to see those hot guys getting off, so I eagerly nodded and kissed Laura. She led me to the door, opened it, and we slipped inside. Laura locked the door behind us, and announced to the whole room, "OK, party starts now!" Those with drinks all raised them and cheered.
The scene in the room was almost enough to get me off without touching myself. Two girls were spread out on the two king-sized beds, one getting fucked by Damian, the other sucking the average-sized cock of a guy I didn't recognize. They were surrounded by 8 other guys, all sporting erections. The rest of the girls were scattered around the edge of the room, most with their hands in their pussies, masturbating.
Laura suddenly took on an air of authority, walked over to the nearer of the two beds, grabbed two of the young masturbators' cocks, and said, "You want a turn in Amber? Then kiss. Each other." And she dragged them together by their cocks and said, "now." They shrugged, looked at each other, and kissed -- with tongue and everything! Laura said to them, "Good, a mouth's a mouth."
She then beckoned me to come join the group of jerking guys. "Uncut boys, this bed, cut ones, over there. You too, Damian!"
Abashedly, Damian glanced at Laura's stern expression, pulled his massive cut cock out of Amber, and walked over to the other bed. There were now eleven guys surrounding the two beds; seven circumcised guys around the far bed, and four of us with foreskins at Laura's bed.
"Now boys, compare cocks. Whoever has the biggest at each bed gets sucked by the guy with the smallest."
I couldn't see the commotion at the other bed, but I had my eyes full with the three other guys at my bed. One was my teammate Ryan, whose long slim dick seemed to match his sinewy physique. The other two I didn't recognize: the first was a burly young man with a small belly, a layer of dark fur coating his chest and abdomen, and a pretty average cock -- maybe 5.5". The last guy at my bed was a diminutive Asian guy with a surprisingly disproportionate cock for his tiny frame, easily longer than the burly guy's five-and-a-half.
"All right, it looks like Rob is getting head over here, and Damian over there. On your knees, Bruce and Brian!" Laura bellowed. Bruce, the hairy guy who was to blow me, just grinned up at me, clearly not minding his punishment in the slightest, grabbed my rock hard cock, and went to town.
As I was getting a really excellent blowjob -- other uncut guys always give the best head -- my teammate Ryan smiled at me and said, "Rob, that's even more impressive hard than soft in the showers! Glad you came tonight," as he slowly stroked his own long dick.
I was shocked; all these guys seemed to be enjoying the man-on-man sex that was going on around them! Was it just because a girl was calling the shots? Or because they were all drunk and horny? Or were there actually that many gay and bi dudes around?
"Enough! Everybody still hard?" Laura commanded. "You, softie, need some help?" she directed at one of the cut guys, whose erection had dwindled.
"Yeah," he said, blushing profusely, "sorry. Alcohol, I guess?"
"OK, OK, which girl do you want?" Two of the girls on the sidelines spread their legs even wider, playing with their clits. As his erection sprung back, Laura said, "OK, he's in a girl mood. One of you take him to the other room." An attractive brunette who had been fingering herself in both holes eagerly jumped up and escorted the young man out of the bedroom.
Laura leaned over to whisper in my ear, "We don't force anyone; every guy in here is cool with guy sex. They might like girls too, but if they're here, they want cock this time."
I couldn't believe my ears; I was getting blown by a handsome, stocky stud who sucked foreskin like a pro, surrounded by 8 other guys who were all waiting to fuck around with each other. I'd had a couple of threesomes and a foursome with Andrew, my fuck-buddy in high school, but a full-on orgy was another matter!
"Now that we've got that sorted, let's mix it up. Who here likes getting rimmed?" Eight hands, including mine, shot into the air. The other two belonged to Damian and a skinny boy I didn't know; they apparently didn't like their asses licked. "OK, Damian and Trent, looks like you two get the ends." Laura sat Damian down at the headboard of one of the beds, and beckoned one of the other guys to lay down and blow him; the next guy was positioned to rim the guy in front of himself, and to be rimmed by the next guy in the line. I was thrilled to be put behind the uncut Asian guy, whose tight hole was delicious, and in front of Ryan, who ate my ass like he'd been doing it for years. Maybe he had!
I paused briefly from my feast to take a glance at the fully-formed line; at one end was Damian being sucked off, followed by 8 guys rimming and getting rimmed in a chain, and at the end was Trent, the skinny boy, who seemed to be enjoying his assigned position as the final rimmer without anyone helping him out. At the sight, I could feel my cock grow even harder, and a long trail of precum dropped to the floor.
Laura must have noticed my precum, because she halted us all after 10 minutes, and yelled, "Freshman feast!" The line disbanded so quickly that I was amazed, and nearly as fast, four guys were lapping at my dick, trying to get a share of my copious precum. Four other guys were kneeling in front of Eddie, apparently the only other freshman in the room, in a frenzy to eat every drop of his precum.
"OK, boys, you know the drill. Newbies get dibs, first time only. Rob and Eddie, bottom, top, or both, and who?"
Eddie just looked shocked, but quickly recovered, and said, "I want Elliot to fuck me," and pointed at the Asian guy. "But I want to suck Damian's big cock while he does."
"Done!" Laura bellowed, and within two heartbeats, Eddie was knees-up on the side of one bed, hungrily devouring Damian's massive dick, while Elliot lubed up his ass and slid on a condom.
"Rob, what about you?"
"Oh, man, I really want to fuck you," I said, pointing at Bruce, the stocky guy who'd blown me earlier. He grinned happily. "And I want Ryan to fuck me." Ryan had rimmed my ass as loose as it was going to get, and I wanted him to enjoy the fruit of his labors.
"But if newbies get dibs," I announced boldly, "I want ALL their cum."
The guys all paused and looked at me, and after an awkward moment, Laura yelled, "You heard him boys. Rob's body is tonight's cum dump!" One of the girls squealed with pleasure, and the guys all continued to look at me, their faces slowly donning smiles as they visualized their hot freshman playmate covered in ten loads.
"Nobody's gonna cum if you don't all start fucking!" Laura bellowed.
As I watched Elliot slide his disproportionately large cock into Eddie's eager hole on the bed next to me, my beefy stud ripped open a Magnum and slid it on my 8-inch cock. As he straddled me, I felt Ryan slide first one finger, and then two, into my spit-lubed asshole. Bruce leaned down to kiss me, his raging boner pressed against my abs, as he eased backward and my dickhead popped into his eager hole. I spread my legs to get leverage to fuck him, and felt Ryan take advantage of the opening to guide his rock-hard, long, thin dick to my now-begging ass.
As I slid the rest of my long cock into Bruce's hairy hole, I felt Ryan easily slide into me. I was surprised I took him so easily, since the last time I had bottomed was months ago, the night before Andrew and I had left for our respective colleges.
I was in heaven: being fucked by my ripped soccer teammate, ridden by a manly stud who clearly loved bottoming, surrounded by four other college guys jerking off, preparing to cover me in cum. I wallowed in the ecstasy of it while I felt Ryan's long cock jackhammer against my prostate, and Bruce's tight ass squeeze my young cock.
For a few minutes, the room was silent, except for the rhythmic thumping of Elliot pounding Eddie's ass, Ryan and Bruce fucking me from both sides, and a handful of horny college guys groaning, punctuated by occasional moans from the girls surrounding the room, watching us.
Bruce was the first to say something: "Damn, buddy, your cock feels so fucking good, I'm gonna bust my nut riding you!" There was a quick shuffle of feet and bodies as the other guys hurried to surround me and watch the first cumshot of the night. I took over the motion of our fucking, pounding Bruce's ass harder and harder, fucking myself on Ryan's rigid cock at the same time, and was rewarded with a huge, sticky white load on my chin and chest, trailing out of Bruce's cock. Bruce deftly slid off my still-throbbing boner, rolled the condom off, and began expertly jerking me off.
Elliot was next; his time fucking Eddie had gotten him near the edge. He was near the foot of the bed, but managed to get most of his load on my uplifted leg. Damian, standing behind my head, had also been getting stimulated while my fuck-sandwich was happening, shouted "Oh FUCK!" and shot his load over my left shoulder and covered my left pec. Trent, the skinny one, and two others I didn't know shot almost simultaneously; my abs and neck were now coated. Eddie, the other freshman newbie, reached down to wipe up the mixed cum from my flexed six-pack, licked his hand, and promptly shot his own load to join the pools on my torso. I felt three more loads cover my chest and cheek as Ryan sped up his rhythm. As he pulled out, quickly removed his condom, and moved up toward my face to feed me his load, I felt a thick, strong set of fingers fill up my now-empty ass, keeping up the pressure on my prostate that Ryan had been providing. Bruce was now working both my hole and my cock. Ryan stroked his cock a few times and then slid it into my mouth as he unloaded, filling my throat with his cum. As I tasted his warm jizz, I felt my own body tense, and Bruce's ministrations had their intended effect. I had the most intense orgasm of my early years, three shots covering Ryan's back, one going over his shoulder to land squarely on Damian's chest, and three more dribbling onto my already cum-soaked abdomen and pubes.
After a minute of luxuriating in my cum bath, three towels hurtled at me from the edges of the room, and I saw four fully-dressed women handing out smaller towels to the other guys. We quickly wiped off, and one by one left the room to rejoin the party. On their way out, Bruce and Ryan both managed to sneak me kisses, and Bruce whispered in my ear, "I live in your dorm, 3rd floor. Don't be shy."
The room slowly emptied until only Laura and I remained. "Enjoy your first party, Rob? Sure looked like it!" she chuckled, leading me down the stairs.
A few minutes later, Mason and Tim came up to me, and asked if I was ready to head back to campus. "Where were you, dude? We didn't see you for a while, there."
"Oh, I was just upstairs hanging with Laura, making a few new friends."