College time: Part 1

Note: This story has to do with partying, and gay sex, if you do not like it, please leave. This took place a week and a half ago.


Nothing could compare with the way my life was going right now. I had graduated high school last year with top marks, and still managed to help lead my water polo team to victory. As if things couldn’t get any better, I received a full scholarship to a private university in the Midwest where I would not only be playing water-polo, but studying at their world renowned political science program. Mark and I had parted ways at the beginning of the summer, not on bad terms, because we are still great friends (and occasionally hook up), but thought it would be best for long distance.

I had made a few decisions throughout my senior year, mainly after Mark, that relationships weren’t for me, that I was going to college and it was time for me to have fun and live life. Needless to say, I was worried about college. Not because I was going there for free, essentially, but because I had never really partied or hooked up for fun, it had always meant something to me.

These things kept popping into my head as I finished up packing to leave later that night for the Midwest. I was excited about my living situation. I was going to be sharing a fairly large dormitory with a very attractive former high school football star from New York. We were friends on face book, and he had countless pictures shirtless, his large pectorals and tight abs mixed with his mountain sized arms, all topped off with a messy mob of dirty blonde hair on top of his head. Surprisingly to me, I wasn’t thinking, even dreaming, of trying to get into his pants. I am not saying I wasn’t attracted to him, he was gorgeous, but I did not want to have to live with him for the rest of the year in awkwardness.

As I was zipping up my suitcase, I glanced at the clock to see that I had 6 hours until my plane departed. I had nothing to do until then. My parents were out doing whatever, and promised to be home an hour before the plane left. I plopped down on my bed and peered around at the emptiness of my room, and sighed at how fast my life had gone, leading up to this huge moment. I decided to get up and go check the bathroom one more time, just to make sure I hadn’t forgotten anything. As I looked in the mirror, I thought of how much I had matured and grown, both in height and muscle mass. It had been a full year of senior water-polo, which meant endless practices, weights, running, and more weights. I had finally been able to compare to Mark’s amazing body, but unfortunately, I still had my 8.5 inch dick, compared to his almost 11.

DING DONG. I jumped at the sound of the doorbell and tucked my slight hard-on into the waistband of my shorts and went to get the door. I opened the door and was surprised to see Mark. I remember that day 2 years ago when I opened the door to find him there, the complete stranger, before he came in and gave me pleasure I had never experienced. “Hey what’s up?” I asked. “I just came to say good bye to you” he said, smiling. He was going to a junior college in town. “Sure, come in” I said. He came in and I shut and locked the door behind him.
We went into my room to survey my pile of things to come to school with me. He sat down on the bed and we began to talk, not about anything in particular, but just talk about stuff. He brought up our trip around the world before our senior year in high school. He was talking on and on about the sights we saw, the places we visited, the people we met, and somehow snuck in the countless and elaborate ways we fucked.

I looked into his eyes with surprise, before I leaned forward and kissed him. He broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. “I’m going to miss you so much Jer”, and with that, he put me down on the bed and kissed me.