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My name is Sally Winters. Beckingfield college assigned me to this dorm. I am considered lucky because freshpersons usually have to share.
This is my first day and I am busy putting away the new clothes that mummy bought for me. "Start out fresh, it's a new leaf for you," she said. We always got along well, not like some mothers and daughters.
I think that we hit the right note with the choices. They reflected a nice balance between Ivy League the prevailing taste here and youthful "mall" clothes. I hate to be vain, but mummy is right when she said, "Everything looks good on you. Your figure is so perfect, and that creamy coloring and blond hair...you are going to wow the boys there."
I confess that I am determined to cut loose and really have fun, right away, I already got wolfish looks, trundling my stuff up to Pinkham Hall. Some really hot guys. I'm not too fond of those five day whiskers and tentative goatees, but I know that a goatee on the chin means pubic hair above the cock. Oh shit, these thoughts are getting my "va-va" a little moist. I am a quick cummer and a bit noisy. Some of my boy friends and, for sure, my lezzie girl friends know about this.
Everything was going well with the unpacking. I am still missing my footlocker. They told me that one of the guys who works at the receiving dock will bring it up. A knock on the door. That must be my trunk. I open the door. Whoa, two guys are sweating over it. (Books weight a lot.)
"You Sally Winter," the kid in the front, a beefy, but not fat boy grunted out.
"The one and only," I chirped.
The kid holding the rear end of the monster trunk called out, "Hey Sally, remember me?"
I sure did. He was Collin. Collin and his friend Jeff were responsible for me losing it. It was high school prom night, where and when else? such a trite story. I was high, I'm not sure which guy broke the seal.
I pretended that I wasn't sure, otherwise I'd have to own up to the sex scene. The big guy who had the front of the trunk looked back and forth from me to Collin. Finally he said, "Col, introduce me to this beauty."
"Oh year," Collin said reluctantly and did the introducing clumsily, but I did get the idea that chunky was named Eric. Collin boy is not up on manners, but he's pretty cute. He has curly dark brown hair and deep brown eyes. Unlike most of today guys, he hasn't done anything with his eyebrows and they are shaggy and raggy and hot as fuck.
I didn't want to play the great lady, but I wanted to get this unpacking over with and I needed to get that footlocker unpacked. "Can you guys put it over their near the bed? That way I can unpack it and then slide in under the bed..
"Sure darlin'," drawled Eric. A Southern boy. I got a little weak. I am a sucker (don't take that the wrong way) for Southerners. I took a better look at him. Nice! About six feet, wide shoulders, and narrow waist. He had the pretty pink-white skin, the kind that gets red but doesn't tan.
They both lifted the black thingy and their muscles bulged as they deposited it just where I asked. Then they stood up and looked embarrassed. Did they expect a tip. I don't think so, but then I got a bright idea. "You guys want a drink? A smoke? I got great shit in the frig."
Instead of answering my question, just like guys, Eric said, "The frig? You keep your drugs in the frig? Maybe that's a good idea, I never thought of it."
Well moving right along and skipping over the awkward moments before we got friendly and cozy you could now see the three of us on the bed. The boys have their shirts off. Why? I'm not sure, but they do it every time. Shy Eric somehow got my blouse off. I don't wear a bra, I'm not to big and I am firm. I wear an athletic shirt. That's in the process of being lifted up around my neck and it strikes me funny. I laugh a long time. Collin stops me with a hot kiss that went on very long. It distracted me from realizing that Eric had flipped my skirt up and pulled off my panties and was now kissing me as well, but on my va-va. It felt delicious. I was making little girly sounds into Collin superheated mouth.
He backed off me and watched Eric at work. Meanwhile my girlie sounds became staccato squeaks, the intervals between them getting closer.
"She's going' blow. This was the same as last time."
It was inevitable. I tried to remain a lady but the feeling was so intense and so overpowering that I couldn't stop it. My legs began to rise up and, I swear, my pussy lips began to flat and I came. When I say that I mean an orgasm, but also I shot fluid out of my hole.
The boys applauded. I passed out. They covered me with a sheet and gallantly tip-toed into the night.
I woke up about two hours later. I looked at the clock next to the bed. Shit, I missed dinner, but I can get some snacks at the canteen. I got up and went to the mirror to repair the damage to my hair and makeup from that little sex scene earlier.
I let out a cry of disbelief. And the cry was in a buzz baritone. Either the mirror was belonged in the men's wing...oh no...that's crazy, or I belong there. Instead of the five foot four inch lovely Ms. Sally Winter reflected back at me, there was a blond Adonis, broad shoulders and handsome, almost beautiful features. I was further dismayed by a stubble of beard and a blond goatee. Blond ones are the worst.
I had to sort this out. Maybe it was the roaring hunger that was spinning in my belly. I looked down. Wow, a pretty good six pack there. I looked further. Yep, it was there, dangling, and behind it a ball sac. Somehow I passed out as Sally and woke up as, as, Sal, the hunk. That was some joint I smoked, probably grown by some witch doctor in Africa. What to do? The answer came, "First you'll eat and then you'll think."
But I couldn't put on my new girl's clothes. Somehow I put together an out fit that could pass, altho it was a bit small on my male body. I put on sweat pants that now became sweat shorts that showed off my newly blond fuzzed muscular legs, and topped it with a baggy sweat shirt that fit no longer baggy, but tight across my titless chest.
This boy I had become must be a jock. I had nice arm muscles and my pecs were not the usual flat, young boy's type, but they were prominent with muscles. Those muscles pulled my new tiny nipples to the side. The effect was beach-boy nice.
Outside there were some guys and gals lounging on the steps of the Pinkham. I realized that I wasn't sure which sex to look at. The girls stared at me and I felt a strange lofting in my shorts. One boy stared at me and his eyes raked up and down my body, lingering at my crotch. Oh man, this was going to be an interesting time.
"This seat taken," my new voice constantly surprised me.
The two boys sitting there answered right away, and one got up and pretended to dust off a chair for me.
"I'm Jeff," said this impossibly tall kid, holding out his hand. And then gesturing to his friend, "This is Bobby."
I took them in quickly, the way I would have back then when I was Sally. Even so, my look made their eye brow rise and they smiled archly at each other.
"You, er, shall I say rainbow?" Said Bobby, smiling with perfect teeth that had been polished and bleached to a blinding whiteness.
"Let's say that I am all things to all men." I began to delicately (as I was taught) eat my food.
Jeff laughed. "You have excellent table manners. Look around you, the guys inhale their food, at least the part that doesn't land on their clothes." Then changing the subject quickly, the way I was to find out that he always does. "I love your outfit. It reminds one of a growing boy growing out of his clothes. It shows you off to good effect."
Bobby, given more to sounds than speech, seconded it by saying, "Yummy."
Now I'm no dope, except in the present gender puzzle, I know these were young, cute and fun gay guys. I decided that for the moment I'd be better off with this orientation flavor. I sure don't think I could handle my old sex, it seemed to be too Lesbian. Wows, I had to stop thinking.
"You got any smoking material?" asked Jeff, speaking into my ear and moving my blond curls with his breath.
This question and this activity seemed to be the new fuck.
"Yeah, I have some in my frig."
"Your frig? You keep your pot on ice. Does that work? I'll have to try it. The frig idea, and also the stuff. Where can we party?" That was Bobby being almost chatty.
"I'm in Pinkham. I have my own room." As soon as I said that, I knew it was a mistake.
"Why are you in the girl's dorm? Isn't that carrying swish a little far?"
I did a pretended laugh that I used in my former life, but it didn't come out as a cute giggle, it sounded rather crazy. "There was no single available and I have this temporarily."
Jeff said, "At least you won't ogle the girls going to and from the showers, I guess they figured that."
Now you may wonder how three guys can go into the girl's residence building. No prob here at this college, at least in the daylight hours. So we crowded into the elevator and I pressed three. In these close quarters the guys smelled a little funky. I know that Sally would have bailed out of the impending action, but Sal was a guy with female memories. I guess that would make me gay. I loved the smell. I even took a deep breath.
Jeff, the tall one noticed me sniffing. "You like arm pits?" he said, "Once we are in your room, I'll let you lick all you want.":
Things were moving kinda fast. It's interesting that they assumed I was a gay male. How did they know that I wasn't and I could knock their lights out? Their gaydar was operating wrong since I was a special case.
As soon as we entered the room, both boys began to shuck their clothes. I guess that's the way gay guys are. Straight guys would be romancing me and trying to get me naked way before they would show off their bony bodies.
I have to admit, looking at them, as a former girl and present semi-gay guy, that they were attractive. Bobby was about 5'6" of a perfect male shape. Nice small waist and wide shoulders. He had a patch of dark hair between his muscular pecs. His eight pack belly was bisected with a line of dark hair that pointed one to his fat cock that lay nestled in the big dimple caused by his hanging testicles. I have to say, men seem so vulnerable in the sex organ area. Those precious orbs could be damaged so easily.
He shook his cock at me. I guess this was a kind of greeting.
Meanwhile Jeff slipped off his basket ball outfit. His legs were long, long, long, a great attribute in girls, but in guys, he seemed bony. His body was very lean, almost skinny. I thought it was cute. Also his pee pee, not too large, but then maybe when hard could be more. He scratched under his balls a male gesture that was shared by straights and gays.
Jeff came over close to me. He began lifting my tee shirt over my head, as he did that, his voice, now becoming husky, said, "What do you like to do?"
Ah, that was the question. I knew nothing about gay sex, but a put on a tough act and commanded "Suck me!"
Continued in Part Two