College Daze
You might want to read Summer Daddy first; it introduces Gary, whose bitch I became.
That Fall, Gary invited me to his university for a few days, to stay in the house he was renting with three other guys, all gay, and all having sex with each other, it seemed practically all the time. I wasn’t sure how an old guy like me would fit it with these horny youngsters, but Gary had ‘prepared the ground’ as it were. I was a sort of Yoda-figure: I was a great help with academics and I fucked too.
Everyone slept in the same room, which had two king size mattresses, often pressed together into one giant bed. But the sex took place all over the house: in the bedroom for sure, sometimes in the living room, sometimes in the kitchen, and even outside (though the neighbours didn’t think much of that).
You remember Gary from my earlier stories: long lithe legs, taut body, nice bulge. His housemates were also gorgeous. Steve was tall, muscled, and hairy, could have modeled for GQ. Andrew was a skinny, almost skeletal femboy, long hair, sweet face. And Michael was very black, lithe but solid and muscled. Spending a few days with these guys was going to be fun.
They were competitive about everything, and my affections were evidently an object of competition. I was sort of ready for a sex scene, but it was a little unnerving to hear them state the rules for who got to fuck me first, second, third and fourth. And I got to choose who I fucked first, and second and maybe more if I had the stamina. They were ready to start almost as soon as I arrived; I had barely a chance for a cup of coffee before the games began.
With my consent, I put on a blindfold. The first test was for me to choose whose arm pit smelled and felt and tasted best. These guys were after some serious sensations; this was going to be a highly sensual experience, engaging touch, taste, smell.
They had all prepared by working out a bit, so their bodies were pungent. Even though I was blindfolded, it was pretty easy to tell who was who. Andrew was first, and his pits were shaved; his sweat had a good strong smell, but he’d added a little fragrance, something herbal and tasty, made me hungry. Gary came next, and I recognized his scent right away: one that I’d wanted all over my body a few weeks ago. Michael was easy to spot; his pits were tightly coiled hair, very strong smelling, the scent of an a****l in heat, ready to rut. Steve had copious hair, surprisingly smooth and soft; his scent wasn’t all that strong, although it was pleasant. Michael won by a distance; just based on his scent I wanted him inside me. The experience was hugely stimulating; the pits as a prelude to fucking: I was getting hard.
We did the same tests for whose groin smelled the best. The challenge here was not to get too distracted by the equipment. It wasn’t just the pubes; I was also asked to smell where their legs joined, and the cleft of their ass. Michael almost won again, but it was my Gary who was the most appealing. The others teased: “Rigged! You like him best”. Which was true, but Gary’s hair was soft, his smells were mild but enticing, especially around his ass. Nonetheless, I still had thoughts of being taken by Michael. I was hard by then, constricted by my pants. Evidently my judging role required me to be clothed; I supposed that was right; naked judges don’t really work as a concept.
The next competition was whose ass I most liked to make love to with my tongue. I was sure it was going to be Gary again, as I felt I could have lived between his cheeks forever, massaging his pulsing hole which seemed to want to suck my tongue. But what riches awaited!
Four treasures. Steve was first: on his knees, face down, hips raised, cleft held open by his hands in welcome. Such thick but soft hair at his cleft, giving a woodsy tang to the scent of his musk. He was both open and eager. His hips were humping, his cheeks were flexing, and his hole was throbbing, all in rhythm together. The experience was a joy in itself, but it was also an invitation to come inside him. What a pleasure it was! But I needed to move on.
My Gary, my lovely Gary offered his treasure next: flat on his stomach, legs slightly spread, his beauty breath-taking. Leaning down to his cleft felt like coming home; it was so sweet to be back there again. We knew each other well, and we loved to play with heaves and contractions and pulses and kisses and sucks. Surely I would never tire of that.
Michael, the Michael I wanted to fuck me. He wanted to sit on my face. How he got there I don’t know, but when his cleft arrived his whole groin was sweating; he reeked of musk, of rutting, of fucking. To be clear his groin was wet because he wanted to fuck me, and servicing his ass was part of that process. I was immersed in his juices as my face parted his cheeks, his hair scratching nonetheless. I was licking him but he was taking me. If I wasn’t careful I would cum right then and there, which was a great temptation. I stopped right then and there, telling him: “if I go on I’m going to cum”, which let him know how special he was. He brought his face down to mine and licked it. Probably against the rules but it almost made me cum again. And remember I was still in my pants.
I thought the winner of that round was going to be Michael, but then along came Andrew. Andrew who came while I licked him. First he lay on his back, curling his legs up along his body, holding himself open. From the moment my tongue touched his cleft – which has also been spiced – he sounded like he was being ravished. Which made me want to do just that with my tongue and my lips. I embraced his crack and his hole; they were wet with my spit, sucked and nibbled, tongued. Moans at first, building to little screams. As he came, he made a long wail and then burst into tears. Still heaving his hands moved to spread his spunk on my head, on my cheeks, and as I raised my head his sticky fingers found my mouth. My tongue was exhausted, my lips almost sore, my cheeks hurt: God I needed to cum!
They must have needed to cum too, as they had all had sensual experiences with me. And they were like playful puppies on their own,: kissing, sucking, licking, nibbling each other. A little sex machine.
The adventures will continue.
That Fall, Gary invited me to his university for a few days, to stay in the house he was renting with three other guys, all gay, and all having sex with each other, it seemed practically all the time. I wasn’t sure how an old guy like me would fit it with these horny youngsters, but Gary had ‘prepared the ground’ as it were. I was a sort of Yoda-figure: I was a great help with academics and I fucked too.
Everyone slept in the same room, which had two king size mattresses, often pressed together into one giant bed. But the sex took place all over the house: in the bedroom for sure, sometimes in the living room, sometimes in the kitchen, and even outside (though the neighbours didn’t think much of that).
You remember Gary from my earlier stories: long lithe legs, taut body, nice bulge. His housemates were also gorgeous. Steve was tall, muscled, and hairy, could have modeled for GQ. Andrew was a skinny, almost skeletal femboy, long hair, sweet face. And Michael was very black, lithe but solid and muscled. Spending a few days with these guys was going to be fun.
They were competitive about everything, and my affections were evidently an object of competition. I was sort of ready for a sex scene, but it was a little unnerving to hear them state the rules for who got to fuck me first, second, third and fourth. And I got to choose who I fucked first, and second and maybe more if I had the stamina. They were ready to start almost as soon as I arrived; I had barely a chance for a cup of coffee before the games began.
With my consent, I put on a blindfold. The first test was for me to choose whose arm pit smelled and felt and tasted best. These guys were after some serious sensations; this was going to be a highly sensual experience, engaging touch, taste, smell.
They had all prepared by working out a bit, so their bodies were pungent. Even though I was blindfolded, it was pretty easy to tell who was who. Andrew was first, and his pits were shaved; his sweat had a good strong smell, but he’d added a little fragrance, something herbal and tasty, made me hungry. Gary came next, and I recognized his scent right away: one that I’d wanted all over my body a few weeks ago. Michael was easy to spot; his pits were tightly coiled hair, very strong smelling, the scent of an a****l in heat, ready to rut. Steve had copious hair, surprisingly smooth and soft; his scent wasn’t all that strong, although it was pleasant. Michael won by a distance; just based on his scent I wanted him inside me. The experience was hugely stimulating; the pits as a prelude to fucking: I was getting hard.
We did the same tests for whose groin smelled the best. The challenge here was not to get too distracted by the equipment. It wasn’t just the pubes; I was also asked to smell where their legs joined, and the cleft of their ass. Michael almost won again, but it was my Gary who was the most appealing. The others teased: “Rigged! You like him best”. Which was true, but Gary’s hair was soft, his smells were mild but enticing, especially around his ass. Nonetheless, I still had thoughts of being taken by Michael. I was hard by then, constricted by my pants. Evidently my judging role required me to be clothed; I supposed that was right; naked judges don’t really work as a concept.
The next competition was whose ass I most liked to make love to with my tongue. I was sure it was going to be Gary again, as I felt I could have lived between his cheeks forever, massaging his pulsing hole which seemed to want to suck my tongue. But what riches awaited!
Four treasures. Steve was first: on his knees, face down, hips raised, cleft held open by his hands in welcome. Such thick but soft hair at his cleft, giving a woodsy tang to the scent of his musk. He was both open and eager. His hips were humping, his cheeks were flexing, and his hole was throbbing, all in rhythm together. The experience was a joy in itself, but it was also an invitation to come inside him. What a pleasure it was! But I needed to move on.
My Gary, my lovely Gary offered his treasure next: flat on his stomach, legs slightly spread, his beauty breath-taking. Leaning down to his cleft felt like coming home; it was so sweet to be back there again. We knew each other well, and we loved to play with heaves and contractions and pulses and kisses and sucks. Surely I would never tire of that.
Michael, the Michael I wanted to fuck me. He wanted to sit on my face. How he got there I don’t know, but when his cleft arrived his whole groin was sweating; he reeked of musk, of rutting, of fucking. To be clear his groin was wet because he wanted to fuck me, and servicing his ass was part of that process. I was immersed in his juices as my face parted his cheeks, his hair scratching nonetheless. I was licking him but he was taking me. If I wasn’t careful I would cum right then and there, which was a great temptation. I stopped right then and there, telling him: “if I go on I’m going to cum”, which let him know how special he was. He brought his face down to mine and licked it. Probably against the rules but it almost made me cum again. And remember I was still in my pants.
I thought the winner of that round was going to be Michael, but then along came Andrew. Andrew who came while I licked him. First he lay on his back, curling his legs up along his body, holding himself open. From the moment my tongue touched his cleft – which has also been spiced – he sounded like he was being ravished. Which made me want to do just that with my tongue and my lips. I embraced his crack and his hole; they were wet with my spit, sucked and nibbled, tongued. Moans at first, building to little screams. As he came, he made a long wail and then burst into tears. Still heaving his hands moved to spread his spunk on my head, on my cheeks, and as I raised my head his sticky fingers found my mouth. My tongue was exhausted, my lips almost sore, my cheeks hurt: God I needed to cum!
They must have needed to cum too, as they had all had sensual experiences with me. And they were like playful puppies on their own,: kissing, sucking, licking, nibbling each other. A little sex machine.
The adventures will continue.
6 months ago