Loading...*Author’s Note: Any and all persons engaging in any sexual activity are at least eighteen years of age.
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Chapter 1
Richard Ignatius Pennington, Rip as he called himself, checked the card, and then checked the door number.
413; freshmen got the fourth floor of the dormitory. Sophomores got the third floor, juniors were on the second floor, and the seniors got the ground floor.
The senior’s floor only had three tenants and the five tenants of the junior floor were clamoring that they should be allowed to occupy the ground floor as well; there were eleven rooms unoccupied, after all.
But the Administration of Harvester’s College, in their infinite wisdom, decided that everyone was assigned. And everyone would just stay put.
Richard knocked, then tried the knob and found the door unlocked.
“Hey,” a tall, muscular young man smiled from his bunk, taking the ear buds out of his ears. “Sorry; didn’t hear you knock; how you doing? You Richard, right?”
“Uh, yeah, yeah, I’m Richard, but my friends call me Rip,” Rip said, shaking the offered hand.
The handsome young man, clad only in nylon shorts, grabbed Rip’s heavy trunk and pulled it over to Rip’s bunk, with no effort at all.
“Doug,” the young man said. “Doug Percy. Where you from?”
“Paulton, Louisiana,” Rip said as Doug pointed to the chest of drawers. “It’s this itty bitty place out of…”
“I’m from Lowenburg, Arkansas; I know exactly where Paulton is,” Doug smiled widely.
“Yo, Dougie; you ready?” another muscular young man called out and slammed the door open.
“Yeah, Brucie,” Doug said back. “Let me just get a shirt on.”
“Hey, I’m Bruce,” the second young man said, offering a hand to Rip.
“Rip,” Doug said. “Get this; he’s from Paulton; about thirty miles south of where I’m from.”
“Poor bastard,” Bruce smiled. “Come on, Robin Hood.”
“Whatever, Trier Fuck, I mean, Friar Tuck,” Doug smiled as he pulled a compound bow and a quiver of arrows from the closet.
“Where are y’all going with those?” Rip asked, noticing that Bruce also had a bow and quiver over his shoulder.
“Archery range; come on,” Doug invited.
“So, why you into that?” Rip asked as he had to jog to keep up with Doug and Bruce’s long stride.
“Two reasons,” Doug said as they opened the door to the building. “One, it’s good for upper body strength and two, I’m good at it.”
“I’d say ‘okay at it,’ I wouldn’t say ‘good,'” Bruce teased.
Within minutes of starting, Rip saw that Doug and Bruce were both very good at archery.
“Here, give it a try,” Doug invited.
Rip took the offered bow and arrow. Doug stepped up behind Rip, put his arms around Rip and showed Rip how to notch the arrow and pull the string back.
“And…” Doug said into Rip’s ear.
The arrow flew wide of the target, but if Bruce or Doug were upset about it, they didn’t show it.
“Should have seen my first time,” Bruce smiled. “People were screaming, jumping out of the way.”
“Hmm, so nothing’s changed?” Doug teased.
“Aw, your ass, bitch,” Bruce laughed.
“Come on; you like pizza? There’s a great little place two blocks from here; Jack’s,” Doug invited as he and Bruce finished getting their arrows and putting them back into their quivers.
Again, the five foot eight Rip had to jog to keep up with the two six foot four inch boys’ long strides.
“Like your hair, dude,” Doug admitted as Rip pulled his long blonde hair out of the ponytail.
“Yeah, had mine almost as long as yours,” Bruce said. “Coach took one look and said ‘I need football players, not girls. Cut it or you’re cut.'”
Bruce was a tall, muscular blonde, Nordic as Rip’s mother would have termed him and Doug was a dark haired brown eyed swarthy skinned youth. Both young men were handsome and did attract the attention of many of the young female patrons of the restaurant.
Rip, with his pasty complexion, and doughy build, was used to being ignored, looked over and it did not affect his good mood.
When it came time for the bill, Doug refused to let Rip pay for his portion.
“Take it, Dude; tight ass over there never pays for me,” Bruce advised.
“Aw your ass,” Doug laughed. “Last week? Them brownies?”
“Huh, oh, oh yeah, you’re right, I’m wrong,” Bruce freely admitted.
“Glad we got that settled,” Doug said.
“Dude, that you or… Whew, oh man, I do need the shower,” Doug said as they walked back to campus.
“Back at the room, Rip set about putting his things away while Doug and Bruce availed themselves of the community showers.
That was one of the reasons the Juniors were clamoring to move down one floor; the Seniors had private baths with each room.
“Yeah, yeah, bought a ten pack of them,” Doug said as he and Bruce entered the room.
Doug took off his towel and draped it over the rail at the end of his bunk.
Rip stared, open mouthed at the long, thick cock that hung down. Fully flaccid, Doug’s cock was nearly the same size as Rip’s cock when Rip was fully erect.
Bruce’s robe had slipped open and Rip saw that Bruce’s cock was as long and as thick as Doug’s, but Bruce still possessed a foreskin on his long member.
“And, oh, there’s black and blue; here, take one of each,” Doug said, pulling two ball point pens out of his desk drawer.
“Thanks, man; Rip, catch you later, huh?” Bruce said and left.
“oops, Dude, sorry; just that, you know? Shower with forty, fifty guys all the time, just don’t even think about walking around naked,” Doug apologized as Rip continued to stare at the fat cock and large balls that dangled down.
“Huh? Uh, uh, no, no, Dude, it’s cool, I mean, shit, we’re all guys here, right?” Rip stammered as Doug pulled a pair of nylon shorts on.
Rip gathered up his own shower things, got directions to the room from Doug and went down the hall.
First things first,” he thought and ducked into a toilet stall.
A few strokes of his throbbing erection and he squirted a man-sized load into the commode.
The pudgy young man took a shower cubicle and made quick work of rinsing the day’s sweat off.
Re-entering his room, he found Doug stretched out on his bunk, ear buds in his ears, listening to music. Rip looked and could see the head of Doug’s cock sticking out the leg of his shorts.
He found his own IPod and lay down to listen to his own tunes.
“So what you listening to?” Doug loudly asked, noticing that Rip was in the room.
“Blake Shelton,” Rip said.
“Who? Oh, oh, Country, right?” Doug said.
“And you?” Rip asked.
“Slayer,” Doug admitted.
In the morning, Doug was gone when Rip woke up. When Rip managed to find the cafeteria, got his breakfast and looked for a place to sit. Then he saw Doug, Bruce, and a few other football players sitting at a table. He remembered enough of High School Hierarchy to know, football players didn’t want pudgy guys sitting with them, so looked around for another table.
“Dude, we’re over here,” Bruce called out though.
“Oh yeah; we’re in college; this ain’t high school no more,” Rip said aloud as he walked over to their table.
“Anyway, Coach Richards tells him throw it to the full back and, hey Rip,” Doug said. “Guys, this is my roommate Rip.”
“Hey,” the guys said and Doug finished his story.
“Y’all know where Coolidge Hall is?” Rip asked when there was a break in the conversation. “I need to get my schedule and…”
“Out those doors go to the left,” one young man said. “It’s the second, no, wait, it’s the third building, second or third one on the left.”
“Damn, Benson, no wonder you keep fucking up your routes!” another young man hooted. “Dude, it’s the third one on the left. Really, can’t miss it; there’s this giant oak tree right there, right in front of the steps.”
Rip finished his breakfast and told the gathering good bye; they were still eating, still talking and laughing.
When Rip returned to his dorm room, Doug was stretched out, nude, on the bed, listening to music.
“Sorry, I’ll…” Doug said and Rip held up a hand to stop him.
“Dude, like I said, we’re all guys here, right?” Rip said and stripped out of his own clothes.
He did hesitate when it came to his white cotton briefs, but they pulled them off too and stretched out on his on bunk and jammed his ear buds in.
Chapter 2
Rip was invited, and again tagged along as Bruce and Doug went to practice archery. Again, Doug pressed up against Rip to show him how to shoot the bow and arrow. Rip could feel Doug’s package press up against his chunky buttocks, but concentrated on what Doug was telling him.
“Dude! All right!” both Doug and Bruce whooped when Rip actually managed to hit the target.
True, it was the outer most rim of the target, but it was still a hit.
And then Doug and Bruce showed him where a Benny’s Burger Bar was.
“They say there’s a thousand different ways you can fix your burger here,” Doug shouted over the loud music the place was playing.
“I take about a slathering of this Thai chili paste,” Bruce said, slathering the fiery sauce on his bun.
“I love this blue cheese over here,” Doug said.
Again, Doug refused to let Rip pay for his own meal.
“Dude, what? its seven bucks,” he shrugged. “Catch it next time, huh?”
“Yeah, when we go to Brawn’s Steakhouse,” Bruce joked.
“We can even get in?” Rip asked.
Brawn’s hired fresh faced young ladies as servers, and they walked around topless, lower half discretely covered by an apron.
“Yeah,” Doug snorted. “But don’t worry; we’re not going. A T-bone? Eighty bucks. Looking at titties is fun, but not eighty bucks worth.”
“Ah!” Bruce sighed dramatically as a monumental belch erupted. “Nothing belches like Thai chili and root beer!”
“Them onion strings were awesome,” Rip offered as he again jogged to keep pace with the two football players.
Back at their dorm room, Doug stripped and grabbed his shower things. Rip booted up his lap top computer and Doug and Bruce left the room.
Rip quickly logged onto the Internet and found some extreme anal pornography.
During the summer, while he attended a community college in Louisiana, he and a friend had picked up this fat girl and Rip had lost his virginity. His buddy had fucked the fat girl up the ass. Rip never had the opportunity to take the girl anally but had wanted to. Since then, Rip enjoyed watching girls taking huge cocks or dildos or fists up their tiny little holes.
“Damn yeah,” Rip groaned as he watched a small Asian woman take a log sized cock up the ass. The Asian girl’s eyes bulged and beads of sweat popped out on her forehead as the thick slab of meat slapped in and out of her, the cock’s owner showing no concern for the girl’s enjoyment.
Rip started to stroke his cock as he could hear the girl’s grunts and moans while the man called her ‘whore’ and ‘slut’ while fucking her.
“Forgot soap; believe that? How you shower without… Oh, hey, aw Dude, man, I’m sorry,” Doug cheerfully said, then gasped as he noticed that Rip was stroking himself.
Doug quickly grabbed a bar of soap, still in wrapper from his side of the small closet and backed out of the room, blushing hotly.
Rip wanted to die; he prayed for Death to come while Doug was out of the room.
He lay in his bunk; any thought of masturbating long gone. He could imagine, Doug and Bruce were in the shower, along with the entire football team, all laughing at him.
“Dude, really, I’m sorry,” Doug apologized when he returned after a very long shower.
Doug stretched out on his bed.
“I mean, shit, we um, you know, we all do that, you know?” Doug stammered.
“Please, just please,” Rip choked out.
“Huh? Yeah, yeah, sorry,” Doug said.
Rip went and took his own shower, stayed out of the room as long as he could, then finally returned.
“So, uh, what you pull yours to?” Doug asked when the lights were turned off.
“Huh?” Rip asked.
“When I’m pounding mine? I love seeing some anal,” Doug whispered in the dark. “Seeing a big fat whang just ruining a tight shitter, know what I mean?”
“No kidding?” Rip asked.
“Yeah; I’ve only done it a couple of times. Corn holed someone, but aw man! Doug enthused
“I, shit, that’s what I like too,” Rip admitted and started stroking his rapidly expanding cock. “I’ve never corn holed anyone, but fuck! Would love to, you know?”
“So what have you done?” Doug asked.
“God, not a whole lot, really,” Rip admitted, feeling safe in the darkness.
He would freely admit to fucking Wanda, the little fat girl he and his friend had picked up. He would admit to getting blow jobs from the girl.
But he would not admit to sucking his friend’s cock or letting his friend shove his nice fat cock into his ass.
If pressured into admitting that he had sucked another man’s cock and let another man fuck him up the ass, Rip would not admit to thoroughly enjoying both.
“Hey, Rip?” Doug said.
“Yeah?” Rip asked, trying hard to stroke his cock without making the bed squeak.
“I’m pulling mine right now,” Doug admitted.
Rip froze. Then he could hear it; the soft ‘ink ink’ sound of Doug’s metal frame bed being jostled.
“You pulling yours?” Doug asked a Rip again began stroking himself, no longer trying to hide it.
“Yeah,” Rip admitted in a strangled voice.
Both eighteen year olds lay in their beds, in the dark, stroking their cocks.
Rip felt the tightening in his balls and cupped his hand under the head of his cock
Over on the other bunk, Doug cupped his hand under the head of his cock.
“Ugh, shit!” Rip hissed and spurted a hot load into his hand.
“Ah!” Doug sighed gratefully as he spurted his load into his hand.
In the dark, both boys licked their hands clean, and then rolled over to go to sleep.
Chapter 3
Rip again tagged along with Doug and Bruce for archery practice. True to his word, Doug let Rip pay when they ate spaghetti at Gino’s Italian Restaurant a few blocks off campus. The six dollar meal was spilling off the large platter and Gino himself encouraged the boys to come back; bring their friends.
Upon returning to the dorm, Rip followed Doug and Bruce to the showers and they chattered with one another across the short walls of the cubicles.
“Dude, trade you, huh?” Bruce said to Doug. “My roommate? About as useless as they come.”
“Bobby? Dude,” Doug shook his head. “Like seriously. Does he even know where the showers are?”
When they returned to their room, Doug pulled on a pair of nylon shorts and sat at the double desk to do some studying. Rip did the same, wearing a pair of cotton briefs.
The Ten PM chime sounded. Decades earlier, Harvester’s College had instituted a ten pm curfew and the Room Monitor would sound the chime, and then walk up and down the hallway, making sure that every light was off.
That rule was no longer enforced, but the chime still sounded. At the sound of the chime, both Doug and Rip shut off their laptops and crawled into their beds.
“You doing it again?” Doug sounded amazed as the soft sound of Rip’s bed jostling could be heard.
“Yeah,” Rip admitted, blushing hotly in the dark.
“Dude, you keep doing that, you’re going to run out of sperm,” Doug said.
“You can’t run out,” Rip laughed.
“Here, let me…” Doug said, suddenly very close to Rip.
Rip gave a strangled gasp as Doug’s large hand fumbled down his belly and gripped his throbbing erection.
Doug gave Rip’s cock a few soft strokes, and then began to jack Rip’s cock.
“I’m uh, oh shit,” Rip warned as his hips started to thrust.
Doug kept on stroking until Rip grunted and spewed a thick torrent of sperm splattering onto his belly.
He had not caught his breath when he heard Doug grunt in his own orgasm.
In the dark, Rip used his fingers to scoop up his semen and licked his fingers clean.
Football practice and team meetings kept Doug tied up for the next two nights; it was Friday before Rip was again invited to go shooting arrows with Bruce and Doug.
“Bobby? Gross ass mother, I swear,” Bruce was complaining as he sent arrow after arrow into the target.
Rip shot three arrows and managed to hit the target twice. Both Bruce and Doug congratulated him and again they ate at Gino’s.
In the shower, Rip laughed when Bruce playfully tugged on his long blonde hair. Then Bruce followed them to their room and sat on Doug’s bed while Doug and Rip sat on Rip’s bed. The three eighteen year old males sat and swapped lies about drinking, fighting, and fucking.
When the Ten PM chime sounded, Bruce retied his robe, grabbed his shower kit, and slapped both Doug and Rip playfully.
“Five o’clock practice,” Doug reminded Bruce needlessly.
“Full pads,” Bruce responded.
The moment he snapped the light off, Doug gently pushed Rip over and reached for Rip’s throbbing erection.
“Here, you do me too, huh?’ he whispered and took Rip’s hand.
Rip found his pudgy hand being wrapped around an impressive slab of meat. He softly ran his hand up and down the nine inches of cock, then reached down with his other hand and found Doug’s heavy balls.
“Oh yeah, aw Dude,” Doug sighed as Replayed with both his balls and his cock.
Rip ejaculated quickly and ceased his stroking of Doug’s meat until he could breathe again.
“And uh oh, here uh, here it…” Doug grunted and Rip felt the hot semen splash down onto his hands, coating them.
Rip licked his fingers clean when Doug got out of his bed.
“Here, let me clean…” Doug whispered, reaching out with a tissue to wipe Rip’s hands.
“Thanks,” Rip said, not telling Doug he’d already cleaned his hands with his mouth.
In the morning, it was almost nine o’clock when Rip woke up. Doug was already gone and Rip remembered; they had practice at an early hour.
He wandered to the cafeteria, grabbed some eggs and bacon and biscuits and agreed with the large black woman behind the glass; biscuits needed milk gravy.
He asked a table of young men if he could join them and they greeted him with smiles and nods.
One young man, however, seemed bent on seeing just how vulgar, how profane he could be. Rip looked at the boy’s severe acne, oily stringy hair, and permanent scowl and shook his head at yet another crude remark the youth made.
“Bobby? You Bruce’s roommate?” Rip asked after one of the others at the table chided the young man about talking about fecal matter while they were eating.
“The football faggot?” Bobby sneered. “Yeah. Total dick; all about football, all about weightlifting, all about fucking sports; told him nobody remembers who won the Super Bowl five years ago…”
“The Pittsburg Steelers,” Rip and three other people at the table said.
“But who won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry last year,” another boy asked.
Bobby just glared with contempt at them.
“So you guys think about football when you’re choking your chickens?” he sneered.
“Think about football sized tits; what you think about?” Rip asked, finished his breakfast and left the table.
When he returned to the room, Doug was laying on his bed, listening to his music. He was wearing his customary nylon shorts and was softly running his hand along the length of his semi-erect cock.
“Hey; how was practice?” Rip asked as he flopped down on his own bed.
“Nasty,” Doug admitted. “Know what the ground feels like at five o’clock in the morning? That’s right, it’s wet.”
“I was going to guess that,” Rip laughed.
“We’re going to Jack And Jill’s for dinner, me and Bruce; want to come?” Doug asked.
“Yeah,” Rip said. “What’s Jack And Jill’s?”
“Supposed to be good old Southern Comfort food,” Doug said, smiling. “But let’s see if us two good old Southern boys agree, huh?”
Chapter 4
The food was good, the portions generous. Bruce did laugh at Bobby’s antics when Rip told him about his breakfast.
“Thinks he’s some kind of intellectual,” Bruce smirked. “Had to tell him what ‘Control Group’ and ‘Test Group’ meant.”
“But us jocks are dumb, huh?” Doug gently elbowed Rip in the ribs.
Rip felt warm, happy to be included in that ‘us jocks’ comment. No one at his high school would have ever accused Rip of being a jock.
“So?” Bruce demanded as they walked back to campus. “So, was that Southern style comfort food or what?”
“Eh,” Doug shrugged. “Rip?”
“Eh,” Rip shrugged and the three boys laughed.
They showered then Bruce turned left and Rip and Doug turned right.
The moment they entered the dorm room, Doug removed his towel and Rip could see that Doug’s large cock was swelling to full erection. Rip’s own cock responded immediately as he dropped towel and robe to the foot of his bed.
“We uh, we don’t have to turn off the lights, huh?” Doug asked as his cock now stuck out at full mast.
“I uh, no, I guess not,” Rip admitted, his own cock jerking slightly with excitement.
Doug did make sure the door was locked though and Rip lay down in his bed, close to the wall.
Rip watched Doug’s large hand stroking up and down his cock, then reached over and began stroking Doug’s throbbing cock. His pale hand cupped Doug’s heavy balls as his other hand stroked up and down the length of the hard bar.
“Damn, aw man…” Doug grunted and spewed a thick stream of semen onto his chest and belly.
Rip grunted and a moment later, his own thick stream of semen splashed onto his belly and chest.
Doug wiped Rip’s skin with a tissue, and then wiped his own skin clean.
Then he turned off the light, just as the ten pm chime sounded.
At ten forty, Not quite asleep, still lying on top of the sheets, Rip felt Doug’s hand touch his belly.
His cock was very quick to respond and both young men chuckled.
“You ever…” Doug whispered and suddenly Rip felt a hot wet mouth encircle the head of his cock.
Doug swallowed Rip’s cock all the way down to his tuft of blonde pubic hair, licked all around the hard flesh, then pulled his mouth completely off with a ‘pop.’
“Oh man!” Rip groaned as the hot mouth again encircled his sensitive cockhead.
“Dude, I’m dude, I’m about to…” Rip grunted a minute later and Doug pulled up, keeping just the head of Rip’s cock in his mouth and jacking the length of Rip’s cock.
Rip grunted and thrashed and filled Doug’s mouth with semen.
When Rip caught his breath, Doug was still laying on his bed, stroking his cock.
“Oh, hey, you don’t have to…” Doug lightly protested as Rip bent and took the head of Doug’s cock into his own mouth.
Rip wasn’t able to get more than a few inches of Doug’s cock into his mouth before his gag reflex kicked in. He let saliva ooze out of his mouth down the length of Doug’s cock and jacked Doug’s cock while sucking and licking what part he could fit into his mouth.
“Here it, you don’t have to, I mean, oh!” Doug grunted and pumped his semen into Rip’s mouth.
Chapter 5
Neither Doug or Rip, nor Bruce went to church that Sunday, and after a quick lunch at Benny’s Burger Bar, they went to the Students’ Union and crowded around a sixty inch television and watched, what seemed to Rip to be endless hours of football games.
“Three things that suck,” Doug teased Bruce as they walked back to the dorm. “A Hoover vacuum cleaner, your girlfriend, and the St. Louis Rams.”
“Hey, don’t be talking about my sister like that,” Bruce said.
“Oh?” Rip asked. “What position does she play?”
Bruce picked Rip up and flung him over his shoulder with surprising ease and gave Rip’s pudgy buttocks a few stinging slaps before putting him back down.
“Hey!” Rip laughed.
“He’s very sensitive about his sister,” Doug said, putting a friendly arm around Bruce’s shoulder.
In the showers, Rip had to not stare at Doug’s cock or Bruce’s cock in order to keep from getting an erection. Much to his disappointment, Bruce followed them to Room 413 and he and Doug studied their Sociology 101 notes while Rip did his own studying.
“Dude, Monday’s test? Over, don’t even worry about it,” Bruce declared, standing up.
“Good night,” Doug agreed, also getting to his feet.
Doug made sure to lock the door and smiled as Rip was already peeling off his white cotton briefs. He peeled off his customary nylon shorts and approached Rip’s bunk.
“Oh, aw yeah,” he sighed as Rip took his rapidly expanding cock into his mouth.
Again, Rip couldn’t get more than a few inches of Doug’s cock into his mouth and jacked the length of Doug’s cock until Doug gripped the back of Rip’s head and spewed his semen into Rip’s mouth.
Rip lay back and frowned as Doug, instead of just bending over and taking his throbbing hard cock into his mouth, got on to the bunk and spread Rip’s legs apart. Then Doug got in between Rip’s spread legs, kneeling on the bunk.
He took one of Rip’s balls into his hot mouth, gave the very sensitive flesh a few hard licks, and then took the other one in his mouth too.
Rip grunted as both balls were bathed in Doug’s mouth.
Then Doug released Rip’s balls and took the head of Rip’s cock into his mouth and slowly sank his mouth down the entire length of Rip’s erection.
Rip moaned in pleasure as Doug’s tongue lapped at his flesh.
“Oh,” Rip moaned as Doug’s thick finger gently pushed at his tightly clenched anus.
Doug slowly forced the thick finger into Rip’s rectum. By the time he was swallowing Rip’s semen, he had the length of his finger in Rip.
They turned off the light in the small room and again, Doug got into Rip’s bunk, pushing his erect cock against Rip’s lips.
After Rip sucked him to climax, Doug took Rip’s throbbing meat into his mouth. When Doug sucked Rip’s cock to a juicy climax, it was with one of his fingers thrusting in and out of Rip’s tight anus.
The school week passed with Doug and Rip sucking each other’s cocks every night, Doug fingering Rip’s ass. By Friday night, he had two fingers thrusting in and out of Rip’s tight anal passage.
The first football game was a Home game, and even though he had very little interest in football, Rip attended. He was glad he had; they won and the home team crowd was very rowdy, very energetic and a fat, pimple faced girl made out with Rip for a few minutes, until her friends pulled them apart and dragged her away.
He then walked out of the stadium with the other whopping screaming fans and returned to his dorm room.
“Fuck yeah, we won, bitch!” Bruce whooped as he and Doug entered the small dorm room.
“How come y’all didn’t get to play none?” Rip asked.
“We’re Freshmen,” Bruce shrugged.
“But who cares? We won!” Doug shouted.
They laughed as they heard resounding cheers up and down the hall.
“Jack And Jill’s; ten percent off because we won,” Bruce suggested.
“Rip?” Doug asked.
“Dude, I uh, my ticket…” Rip hesitated.
“We got it,” Bruce assured him.
“Thanks,” Rip said.
“See you guys at, what? Six?” Bruce suggested.
“Man, great game, Dude,” Doug said and the two football players gave each other manly hugs.
“That really was a good game,” Rip said and Doug stretched out on his bunk.
“Yeah, it was,” Doug agreed and was asleep in minutes.
Bruce knocked on the door, waking both Rip and Doug from their afternoon naps.
“Aw, Dude, you guys suck,” Bruce laughed.
“I would have taken me a nap too except for Bobby’s on his computer, playing some homo-erotic game on-line.”
“Homo-erotic?” Rip hooted.
“Yeah, the balls of Do Me Doggy Style or something stupid like that,” Bruce shrugged as they burst into the late afternoon air.
Some of the enthusiasm had died down by the time they were seated, but the waitress smiled and assured them it was ten percent off, thanks to their victory.
“Hamburger steak with onion gravy; Rip your momma make anything like that?” Doug asked as they looked at the menu.
“Yeah, but she uses the gravy mix,” Rip said.
“No kidding? Mine too!” Doug laughed and the two gave each other a high five.
“Jack and Jill went up a hill, they both had a quarter,” Bruce said. “Jill came down with fifty cents; you really think they went up for water?”
“Dude, you been hanging around Bobby too much,” Doug laughed.
Walking back to the campus, the three boys were pulled into a Fraternity/Sorority celebration. Doug and Bruce, knowing that Coach Richards had a very strict policy against underage drinking, abstained from any alcohol, but Rip allowed himself a couple of beers.
He found himself again face to face with the pimple faced fat girl from the football game and they again swapped spit and he even got to play with her fat breasts before a Sorority Sister pulled her away.
Then Doug and Bruce pulled Rip out of the party; the music and the behavior was getting too loud and neither boy wanted to lose their scholarships.
Again, in the showers, Rip had to force himself not to look at Bruce’s cock, or Doug’s cock, had to force himself to not even think about their large, thick poles.
In high school, David Doucette had developed a boner while in the shower. It had earned David the reputation of being a ‘fag’ and that reputation had stuck with the unfortunate boy throughout high school.
He did not think Doug, or Bruce would spread rumors about him around campus. But there were five or six other guys in the shower portion, including Bruce’s roommate Bobby. Rip knew Bobby, who was suffering from severe rejection from his peers, would not hesitate to put someone else down to improve his own standing in the college community.
But the moment he had the safety of his robe on, Rip felt his cock swell as he watched Bruce and Doug simply wrap towels around their muscled abdomens.
“Bobby! Sup; didn’t know you even knew we had showers!” Bruce cheerfully called out.
“Whatever, bitch,” Bobby sneered and let loose with a string of profane insults.
The other boys in the shower area just looked at Bobby with total disgust. One even moved a couple of shower cubicles away from the offensive young man.
“Dude, why’s he such a dick?” Rip asked as they walked to Room 413.
“Beats the shit out of me; maybe he’s on the rag,” Bruce suggested.
“Whatever,” Doug laughed and stripped off his towel
Rip took off his robe, hanging it on the back of the door.
“Hey!” Rip protested as Doug playfully jerked his towel off.
He covered his erection with his hands as Bruce and Doug laughed at Rip’s embarrassment.
“Aw, don’t cover it up; it’s such a cute cock,” Doug said and easily pinned Rip’s arms behind his back.
“Ooh, yeah it is cute,” Bruce agreed, looking at the erect member.
“Not as cute as this,” Bruce continued, slipping his towel off and showing his slowly expanding cock.
“Doug held Rip’s wrists with one hand and reached around with his other hand to begin stroking Rip’s erection.
“Oh, man, I got to…” Bruce said and knelt and took Rip’s cock into his mouth.
“Uh!” Rip grunted, shocked as the handsome blonde easily sucked him down to the root.
Doug kissed Rip’s ear, then neck then cheek, and finally kissed Rip’s lips.
Rip could feel Doug’s erection pressing into his back and reached up with a hand to stroke Doug’s cock.
Doug made sure the door was locked then gently pushed Bruce’s head away from Rip’s cock.
The three moved to Rip’s bed and lays the smaller man on his back.
Then they took turns sucking Rip’s cock until he blasted into Bruce’s mouth. Bruce and Doug passed Rip’s semen back and forth until it was gone. The whole time Bruce and Doug were kissing, passing semen back and forth, Bruce was stroking Rip’s cock until it was erect again.
Gently, Bruce used a handful of Rip’s hair to pull him to kneeling on the bed. Then he stood up and presented his throbbing cock to Rip’s mouth.
“Mmph!” Rip grunted as he felt Doug’s fingers at his anus.
“Mmph!” he protested as Bruce pushed his cock past his tonsils
Even as Bruce pushed his fat cock down Rip’s throat, he gently stroked Rip’s face and played with Rip’s hair.
“Ugh!” Rip grunted as he felt Doug push three greasy fingers into his rectum.
“Ugh!’ he grunted again as he felt Doug push the head of his cock into his rapidly constricting anus.
Then he felt Bruce’s coarse pubic hair against his nose and realized Bruce’s cock was all the way in.
“Mmph!” Rip groaned in pain as Doug forced his cock head past his sphincter.
Bruce pulled out just as Rip thought he would pass out from lack of oxygen
“Oh God, aw man, Dude, you got to fuck this sweet mouth,” Bruce praised as Rip slipped his tongue under Bruce’s foreskin, running his tongue all around Bruce’s cock head.
“Dude, oh God, what a tight,” Doug groaned as he slid more of his cock into Rip’s struggling bowels.
Rip screamed around the head of Bruce’s cock as he suddenly ejaculated, squirting his semen onto his blanket.
“Uh!” Doug grunted as Rip’s rectum clamped tightly around his cock.
“Uh! Aw shit!” Doug protested as he pumped his semen into Rip’s tight ass.
“Aw, oh,” Bruce groaned as he pumped his semen into Rip’s hot mouth.
Rip blasted another load as Doug roughly jammed his entire length into Rip, and then pulled his cock out of Rip’s back door.
“Oh, damn, I got to…” Rip grunted and scrambled off of his bed.
He slipped his robe on and scampered, bare foot, down the hall to the communal bathroom.
Then Rip sat on the toilet and tried to force Doug’s semen from his bowels.
Soon the feeling that he had to defecate, the feeling of raw pain in his colon subsided. He used some toilet paper to sponge the dribble of semen that oozed from his anus, flushed, and got to wobbly legs.
Chapter 6
Rip came to, sprawled out nude in his bed. Doug’s hot mouth was tickling and tugging his morning erection.
Within moments of coming to, Rip was pumping his semen into Doug’s mouth.
Then Doug was pressing his hard cock into Rip’s bowels, fucking him like a man used a woman, face to face.
Aw man, oh,” Doug grunted as his pubic hair rested against Rip’s stretched, raw anus. “God, love your tight little hole, Dude.”
Rip wrapped his legs around Doug’s narrow waist and Doug groaned and gave Rip several short, jerky thrusts.
“Oh, aw shit, aw man,” Rip groaned as Doug gave him one hard, long thrust and Rip could feel his semen boiling up.
“Aw, God man,” Doug grunted.
He gave Rip a few more long, hard strokes then stiffened and gnashed his teeth as he spewed a hot sticky load into Rip’s back door.
Rip and Doug kissed for a few minutes, until Rip felt an overwhelming need to void bladder and bowels.
He genuinely felt that he would loose both bladder and bowels before he could reach the bathroom, but managed, with serious strain, to hold both in until he could slam into a toilet cubicle.
Rip sighed in relief as he managed to let loose.
“Heard that,” someone chuckled.
“Thought I was going shit myself,” Rip admitted to his unseen comrade.
“Went to that barbeque place? Junior’s?” his unseen friend said. “Man, don’t even waste your money; I’ve had the shits all night.
“Hate that, man,” Rip agreed.
“Nasty, greasy ass pulled pork sandwich; onion rings sitting in a big old puddle of grease,” his buddy continued to lament.
“Well, the breakfast here ought to stop you up,” Rip said.
“God, yeah, that’s just what I need,” the stranger said as Rip left the bathroom.
Doug, Rip and Bruce went to the cafeteria and joined a group of young men at one of the tables. Bruce’s roommate, Bobby, sat at a table alone.
Part of the conversation did drift to what football games were being broadcast that afternoon. Several at the table jeered that the St. Louis Rams’ game was not being broadcast.
“I’ve got a microwave in my room,” the young man sitting next to Bruce said in a low voice to Bruce. “Microwave some popcorn; we can stream the Rams game, even though it’s blacked out.”
“Okay,” Bruce nodded. “Roommate?”
“Went home for the weekend,” the boy smiled.
“Dude, I’m telling you, this is the Chargers’ year, man,” Doug argued with another boy. “Rip?”
“Broncos,” Rip said. “Now that Payton’s with them, Broncos.”
“Aw, your ass,” Doug laughed. “And Payton’s not healthy. You watch. That neck injury? He won’t even see a snap.”
In the Students’ Union, Rip’s fat, pimple faced sorority girl was on one of the many couches.
“Hey!” she smiled when Doug and Rip flopped down on the couch next to hers.
“Hey, how you doing?” Rip smiled while Doug made a friendly wager with another boy.
“Wanted to watch the Bears and Packers; my sorority? They’re convinced they’ll die if they have to actually watch a football game. What about you?” the girl confided to Rip.
“I’ll take the Bears,” Rip said, noticing the Bears logo on the cap she had on her lap.
“Oh good,” she smiled happily. “I’d have to slap you if you was a Cheese Head.”
Rip found out her name was Melanie Sue Landers, no, no relation to Ann Landers, that’s not even her real name anyway, and she was originally from Chicago, Illinois. She was in her fifth semester and planned to major in Languages.
“So far I can speak French, Spanish, um, Mandarin, that’s a hard one and…” Melanie said.
“How many languages can you shut up in?” a boy asked.
Rip scrounged together some change and bought him and Melanie a few bags of chips and a couple of cans of soda.
Even though the Packers managed a decisive victory over the Bears, Melanie did give Rip a few kisses and made plans to go to Gino’s with him on Tuesday night.
“Jesus, Dude, you like that fat pig?” a boy sneered after Melanie left the room.
“Well, I’ll admit, she’s not as beautiful as the girl you’re with, oh, wait a minute, you’re sitting there all by yourself,” Doug sneered before Rip could say anything. “So, uh, why don’t you shut up before someone gives you a reason shut up?”
Thankfully, Melanie didn’t hear any of the exchange. She practically floated on air as she made her way back to her sorority house. Richard was a cute boy and seemed to like her. He even bought her a bag of chips and a soda, instead of making her buy her own, instead of making her buy his for him.
She pulled her long brown hair back and cursed how greasy it felt. True, she hadn’t washed it that day; she hadn’t anticipated running into anyone she wanted to impress.
She then scratched at a pimple and again cursed her greasy skin.
At her sorority house, she asked one of the Big Sisters for some help and the girl smiled happily.
Rip and Doug stayed and watched the second game broadcast that afternoon, then ate supper in the cafeteria.
“Broncos!” Rip yelled as he and Doug walked back to their own dormitory.
“Shut up; nobody likes a sore winner,” Doug laughed, squeezing Rip’s head in a head lock.
“Hey, um, when that dick was saying that shit about Melanie…” Rip started.
“Pissed me off; sitting there talking shit about your friend when not even his own hand would do him,” Doug barked.
“Thanks,” Rip said.
The minute they were inside of Room 413, though, the two boys ceased being buddies, roommates, and became lovers.
Doug sucked Rip’s cock to a juicy climax, then greased up his own hard cock. Rip knelt on his bunk, shoulders to the bed but ass up in the air
“Uh!” he grunted as Doug pushed the head of his cock into Rip’s anus.
“Oh fuck!” Rip sobbed out as Doug’s cock pushed in.
Doug forced his cock all the way in, wiggled his hips from side to side, and then began to pull out of Rip.
“Damn, man, aw Dude,” Doug groaned and began to stroke in and out of Rip’s tight ass, racing toward a climax.
Then they gathered up their shower stuff and walked to the communal bathroom.
“That guy Bruce was talking to; you know what room’s his?” Doug asked casually.
“No; don’t even know his name,” Rip said, feeling a strange twinge of jealousy.
The shower room was packed; nearly every occupant of the fourth floor was washing away the weekend. The noise level was deafening; sound bouncing off the tiled walls and floors.
But there was no sign of Bruce or his new friend.
Chapter 7
Melanie was thrilled when Rip was polite to her sorority sisters, did not seem to be embarrassed to say that he was there to pick her up.
She nearly swooned when Rip too her hand in his as they walked to the small restaurant.
Gino himself smiled and seated them. He then complimented Rip on ‘bringing cute girl come see me, eh?’
“I uh, I didn’t bring her here for you, dude,” Rip laughed. “I brought her here for me.”
Melanie Sue was sure this was love.
Afterward, Rip took Melanie Sue to the indoor archery range and signed out two compound bows and two quivers. The Student manager smiled, recognizing Rip from Rip’s attendance with Doug and Bruce.
“Okay, I’m really not good at this, but…” Rip admitted as he stepped up behind Melanie and showed her how to notch the arrow and draw back the string as he’d been shown.
They were both terrible at it, but both had a great time laughing and encouraging each other.
“Thanks,” Rip smiled as he returned the equipment.
“Welcome; have a great night,” the student encouraged.
“I’m sorry, but I got an eight o’clock class in the morning,” Rip said.
“Oh, God, me too,” Melanie agreed. “Botany. About put me to sleep too.”
They made out in the living room of her sorority, and finally, Rip left.
“Ooh, Melanie!” one of Melanie’s big sister cooed. “He’s cute!”
“So, what did you guys do?” another big sister asked.
Rip was at his desk, studying, when Doug, Bruce, and Bruce’s new friend, Harvey, came into the room.
“Hey, how’d it go?” Doug asked Rip.
“Rip had a date tonight,” Bruce informed Harvey.
“Went great,” Rip smiled “We’re going to hit Benny’s next time.”
“That’s that fat girl hangs around Vickie?” Harvey asked.
“Dude, she’s not…” Rip angrily retorted.
“Calm down, Dude,” Doug said. “She’s not skinny, huh?”
“Sorry, man,” Harvey apologized.
“Um, hey, um,” Harvey protested as Bruce unzipped his slacks.
“What?” Doug asked, also unzipping his shorts. “We came here ’cause your roommate’s in your room, right?”
“Yeah, but uh,” Harvey said, nodding his head toward Rip.
“Don’t worry; he’s cool,” Bruce encouraged, using a large hand to push Harvey to his knees.
Any response Harvey might have had was cut short by Bruce forcing the head of his erect cock into Harvey’s mouth. A small squeal escaped as Doug reached around and unbuttoned Harvey’s shorts. He shoved the boy’s shorts down, revealing a slender, pasty white ass and a fairly small erection.
“Here, you want…” Doug said, offering Rip the jar of lubricant.
“Before you completely ruin it?” Rip smiled, unscrewing the jar.
Harvey let another squeal out when he felt Rip’s pudgy fingers began to fuck in and out of his rectum, smearing lubricant around.
“Go slow,” he moaned
Rip then greased up his throbbing erection and knelt down behind Harvey.
He had been fucked up the ass several times, but Rip had never put his cock into anyone’s ass. But he was experienced enough to know, no matter how much he wanted to, shoving his cock in to the hilt in one thrust was not the way to do it.
Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead and on Harvey’s forehead as Rip slowly forced his way into the tight hole.
“Ugh!” Harvey moaned as the fat cock popped in past his sphincter
“Aw!” Harvey grunted as Rip reached around and gave his small erection a few strokes.
Bruce continued to fuck Harvey’s sucking mouth as Rip slowly forced his cock into Harvey’s squirming rectum. Bruce suddenly tensed up and Harvey gurgled happily as Bruce filled his mouth with warm semen. He didn’t have time to catch his breath before Doug was sliding his fat cockhead into his mouth.
“Ugh!” both Harvey and Rip grunted as Doug forced Harvey back onto Rip’s cock.
“Aw shit,” Harvey mumbled around Doug’s cock as his own cock spurted a good size of semen into Rip’s waiting palm.
Within minutes, Rip had a pretty good rhythm going, thrusting in and out of Harvey’s tight ass while Doug waited his turn. Bruce was again fucking Harvey’s face.
“Argh!” Rip finally choked out and spewed what felt like a gallon of semen into Harvey’s clutching anus.
He knew it was impossible to squirt that much semen, but he felt like he’d ejaculated quite a bit into Harvey by the time he managed to weakly pull his cock out.
Doug wasted no time in sliding his massive cock into the small young man and Bruce groaned as he filled Harvey’s mouth again.
Harvey took all Doug had to give, squealing and whimpering happily when Doug blasted his own semen into Harvey’s bowels. Then he pulled up his shorts and left, going down one flight to the Sophomore level.
Bruce and Doug weren’t finished, even if Harvey was. Both men took turns fucking Rip’s tight backdoor until all three had come again. Then they walked to the showers, Rip telling them about his date that evening.
“You went out with that fat ass pig?” Bobby, Bruce’s roommate sneered as he was leaving a shower stall.
“At least he had a date,” another boy challenged.
To Rip the boy smiled, leaning out of his own shower stall.
“Saw you guys at the indoor range; looked like you were having fun,” the boy said.
“Dude, it was great,” Rip whooped and the boy smiled wider before ducking back under the shower spray.
“Don’t listen to Bobby; dick’s just jealous,” the boy advised as he turned his shower off.
*.*.*
Bobby flunked nearly every one of his Mid-term exams. He was also on Behavioral Probationary status, due to the numerous complaints from fellow students, male and female, regarding his offensive language.
He failed every Final Examination and was told he would not be returning to Harvester’s College.
Rip passed every class with a solid 4.0. The University of Louisiana at Monroe did let him know he was now eligible but Rip declined.
ULM did not have Doug Percy there to fuck Rip up his tight little ass. ULM did not have Bruce there to fuck Rip’s face.
ULM did not have Melanie Sue Landers there to hug and kiss him and tell him she loved him.
Rip’s parents loved Melanie Sue on sight and welcomed her into their small, comfortable home.
Melanie Sue’s parents loved Richard Pennington. They insisted on calling him ‘Richard’ instead of Rip, though.
Rip started taking a larger roster of classes and managed, just barely, to graduate with Melanie’s class.
They married before the ink was dry on their sheepskins and both took jobs in Chicago; she at a law firm as a paralegal, and he at an insurance company in sales.
They were married three years; Melanie Sue pregnant with their second child, before Melanie Sue found out her husband was a closeted homosexual.
They tried for two more years to make the marriage work before Melanie Sue came to a decision.
She could either commit suicide; the stress of wondering every time Rip went out, if Rip was coming back was getting to be too great.
Or she could let him go.
She had to admit, though, the stress had been miraculous for her physique. The stress of wondering and worrying had caused a tremendous drop in her appetite. Melanie’s skin had also cleared up, partly because of diet, partly because of learning how to use better cosmetics. And her hair, although still quite oily, was also more manageable because she used better quality shampoo.
A lawyer at her firm handled her divorce, and then hustled her into bed.
Melanie Sue had to admit, Richard had been a good lover, but he had lacked the animal passion that Travon Jackson had.
Travon also had three inches more cock than Richard had and Melanie could see why some girls preferred black cock.
Travon, however, lacked the love and tenderness that Richard possessed, so the affair between Travon and Melanie Sue didn’t last long. But they did remain good friends and occasional fuck buddies when Melanie Sue wasn’t seeing someone.
Rip was a wonderful father to their son and daughter, and also remained quite loving and attentive to Melanie Sue. He kept his homosexuality a secret from his children, as well as his parents and her parents.
To both sets of parents, he freely admitted to having an affair, owning his part in the dissolution of the marriage. He didn’t’ tell them that it had been an affair with seven inches of thick cock, letting them think that Terry Smith was a woman.
An automobile accident and a spinal injury ended Bruce’s football dreams. A loving Physical Therapist helped Bruce regain the use of his legs and Bruce found his own calling in life. He became a Physical Therapist, specializing in working with children.
Doug was selected by the Buffalo Bills in the seventeenth round at the Combine and was cut before their first preseason game. No other team picked him up.
Harvey tried to be sympathetic, supportive, but Doug flew into an alcohol fueled rage and nearly beat the scrawny man to death.
While in prison, Doug found out he liked being fucked up the ass almost as much as he liked fucking someone’s tight ass.
Harvey was waiting for him when Doug was released after three years and eight months, and after gaining nearly a hundred pounds of flab.
And that’s it. Just a quick little tale of getting some tail.
*****
**Author’s Note: I write these stories for my pleasure; I post them here for your enjoyment.
I do thank you for reading my stories; I do thank you for leaving comments.
Richard Ignatius Pennington, Rip, is a character from my story ‘Golden Summer’ which can be found in the FIRST TIME category. I didn’t like how he just abruptly left that story and felt he deserved a little fleshing out.
And now, for my disclaimers, which quite often garner more comments than the stories.
Yes, I need an Editor. No, I do not want an Editor.
Yes, it jumps around too much.
Yes, there’s too many people to keep track of.
Yes, it’s too long.
Yes, it’s not long enough.
Yes, it’s in the wrong category.
Yes, it’s stupid shit and…
Yes, my writing sucks.
Now, don’t we all feel better?
Have a great day.