My freshman year at college was an eye-opener, to say the least. It was the first year away from home at the University of Texas; I decided not to make the trip back home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. Instead, I was planning on enjoying the cafeteria's Thanksgiving buffet, which many of my upper classmen friends said was outstanding. I also had a paper due after the break that I had yet to get started on.
At this point in my first year of college, few knew of my sexuality. I'd enjoyed a couple of romances with other inquisitive young men on campus, but no one seemed to want to get hooked into anything long-term. I don't think I did, either. I was enjoying myself, exploring my new world. I'd been told about a few hot cruising spots, and had tested the waters. My favorite had become the Pilot truck stop, out near Interstate 35 north of town. The back, "handicap" stall had a gloryhole cut into it, behind the toilet paper holder, and I'd discovered that truck drivers enjoyed a warm, willing mouth after long hours on the road. One of my friends also suggested that if I wanted, I could invite a trucker on into the stall for something more satisfying. Up to that point, I hadn't gathered up the nerve. I didn't mind sucking an anonymous dick off, and gulping down the mouth-filling load, but I wasn't too sure about letting a guy I'd never met before sticking it to me, bent over a toilet bowl. That time, however, would come. As a freshman, living in the dorms, I was stuck in a ground floor room with two others. Our room was a single room, with a bathroom attached, kind of like a hotel room. All of us were academics, Tucker is majoring in mathematics and Ben is an English major. Both wanted to be teachers, and often would joke about how the best way to bang teen girls was to be their understanding teacher. I thought they both had strange motives for wanting to teach, but what did I care? I was having sex-dreams about my own math instructor, Mr. Contreras. My roommates were straight arrows, and I hid my twisted sexuality from them. They were good guys, and we often went out to dinner or watched movies together and nothing else. If one of them wanted to bring a girl back to the room, the others would leave for the evening and hang out in the commons area or dayroom. I’m assuming it didn’t happen too often because neither one of them were very attractive. Back to Thanksgiving. As it would turn out, Tucker had a girlfriend and was going to stay on campus for the weekend. Ben had gone home, so I was the only one being "put-out" by his wanting to spend time with her. Tucker's girlfriend was something of a porker, to be blunt, and I think the only reason he was seeing her was because, "she give's great head!” in his words.
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I’ve been friends with Cody and Marc since third grade, so it was no surprise that the three of us went to
the same college after high school. We lived in the same dorm on-campus for freshman year but the summer after, we got an apartment off-campus in this cool building with an indoor swimming pool and Jacuzzi. It was in the Jacuzzi one night that we discovered just how special our friendship with each other was. We were the only ones down there that night and it was late. “Samuel,” Marc said to me, “call up Carmen and see if some of her girls can come through.” “Nah bruh,” I told him. “She went back home this weekend. She’s not coming back until classes start back up.” “Damn and she got that phat booty too.” “Hey, chill out nigga. That’s my girl.” “She does have ass though,” added Cody. “I see I’m gonna have to kick both y’all asses tonight.” I laughed and splashed water on Marc. “I’m horny as fuck,” he said. “When are you not horny?” asked Cody with a laugh. “You’re too much of a horn dog, bruh.” “I be telling’ him,” I said with a laugh. “I’m surprised he ain’t had to go to the clinic with as many chicks he be bringing back.” “All my bitches are clean. Y’all just hate the fact that I get pussy on top of pussy, hatin’ ass busters.” |
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