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  1. lysander815

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    *This is something I've been working on for a little bit. This part is kind of just an intro, and I'll post more of the story if people want to read it. Its basically about a well-hung guy who fucks his way through his freshman year of college*

    Part 1

    When I woke up the Friday I was scheduled to leave for college, I had no idea I would feel the way I did at the end of it. I thought I would be happy; new roommates, new bed, maybe even new friends right away. I knew that saying goodbye to my Sarah was going to be the hardest part. We hadn’t been able to get into the same schools (she was a lot smarter than I was), and she had decided for forgo her relationship with me for a free ride to Yale’s pre-law program. To be honest, I couldn’t blame her. I had barely gotten into Arnett College, a third-tier private liberal arts school that had a reputation for partying and a high drop-out rate. It was on the other side of the state from Yale, and even though we would only be about an hour and a half apart, it was going to be strange not seeing each other every day. We had been together for three and a half years. We were both each others’ firsts, and we had three classes together five days a week. We had made plans to visit each other, bought webcams, planned mid-week rendezvous at seedy hotels in a town roughly halfway between our schools. It was going to be hard, but we thought we could do it. That’s why I was so surprised when she broke up with me. She didn’t spend a lot of time beating around the bush.

    “I think we should talk about our situation,” Sarah had said, idly stirring her cup of iced coffee. We had decided to meet at the local coffee shop, away from our curious parents.

    “What do you mean?” I asked.

    “I mean us. Like, when we get to college, I think it’s going to be harder than we think,” she explained.

    “It will at first. But we’ll get used to it,” I replied.

    “No, I mean,” she started. She took a breath. “I think we should see other people.”

    “What?” I paused mid-sip.

    “Like, we should see other people while we’re away. I know you’re going to be partying a lot, and I’m going to be around a lot of guys that I have a lot in common with,” she said. “I just don’t think its fair to deprive you of the full college experience.”

    “What are you talking about? Are you breaking up with me?” I asked.

    “No, no, no,” she said. “I just don’t think it’s realistic to expect each other to be monogamous,” she said. She took a slow sip of her drink through the straw, her pink lips puckered around the green plastic.

    “Is this because of Charlie?” I asked. Charlie was a guy from our class who had gotten into the same program as Sarah. I had caught them kissing once, about nine months into our relationship. She talked about him more than what should be reasonable.

    “What do you mean?” Sarah asked. She was playing stupid, as always.

    “I mean that I know you like him. If you want to date him, that’s fine,” I said. It wasn’t fine.

    “I don’t want to date Charlie,” she said, her eyes shifting to the right. She couldn’t even look at me.

    “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure you’ll be happier with someone you can see every day,” I said, pushing my coffee away. Sarah pushed it back toward me.

    “What do you want me to say, Tom?” she asked. “How long do you think it’s really going to last if we do this long-distance?”

    “Wait a minute,” I said. “We talked about this. It’s going to be fine.”

    “It’s not going to be fine, Tom. I know how you get about sex. And I need to it, too. We should each be able to have our needs met,” Sarah explained.

    “I thought you said I was all you needed,” I said, my voice getting louder. I was trying not to draw attention to our table, but it was hard to contain my anger.

    “You hurt me, Tom,” she said in a harsh whisper.

    “What?”

    “You’re too rough, Tom. Too,” she searched for a word. “Aggressive. I need someone who is better suited to my taste.”

    “Look, you were the one who wanted to lose their virginity before going off to college. You said last month that you loved having sex with me,” I said. We had somehow managed to date for three years without having sex. I blame it on her Catholicism, but she liked to give me handjobs, so I didn’t complain.

    “Tom, I don’t want to talk about sex,” she said. “I need to have other experiences.”

    “Me too,” I said. I pushed my chair out roughly, and walked towards the door.

    “Tom,” she said loudly over the slam of the shop door as it closed.

    I slept on the way to my dorm. I couldn’t tell my parents what had happened; I didn’t want the whole day to be about my break-up. Sarah had texted me about thirty times after I left the coffee shop at 9:30AM, and by the time we pulled up to the dorm at three in the afternoon, I had gotten so sick of the texts that I shut my phone off. Move-in was relatively straightforward. My mom tried hard not to cry, and while she was getting herself together in the women’s bathroom down the hall, my father showed me that he had filled one of my suitcases with bottles of hard liquor. If I had been in a happier state of mind, I probably would have noticed the girls that shared the floor.

    “Cohabitation is the best thing that ever happened to college,” Dad said as he slipped me a couple hundred bucks. “Take some of these girls out.”

    I walked my parents to the elevator, not noticing the bright-colored, low-cut tops that passed me by, the short-shorts that clung to the round butts off my female hall mates. Outside was more of the same. Girls were lounging around on the lawn in front of the dorm, having somehow escaped their parents in order to take advantage of the last days of tanning that August offered.

    My roommates arrived; a meathead named Tony who had been friends with a kid down the hall in the Bronx for their entire lives. They went to Arnett because of basketball. They hoped to walk on the team at the try-outs next week. They invited me to come out with them for dinner, but I wasn’t in the mood. I had been holding in tears all day, and I needed a shower. Tony’s friend said he had heard about a party that was happening tomorrow night, and I told them I would definitely be there.

    I unpacked my towel and grabbed my toiletry bag. As I walked down hall, which had mostly emptied since the move-in time for the day had ended, I noticed that a lot of the dorm was falling apart. My room was alright, but the fake wood paneling was peeling off the walls, and the carpet looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in years. Some of the numbers on the doors were hanging sideways or missing altogether, and I walked into a janitor’s closet and the laundry room before I found the communal bathroom/shower. It was empty. Thank God. I had never taken a shower in front of another man before, and even though I was in decent shape, I still got self-conscious about my body.

    I undressed outside one of the shower stalls, and put my clothes on the bench across from the unit. I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain closed. The water took about five minutes to get hot, but once it did, it was nice to feel the day wash off me. I looked down at my body, with no idea that the thing I was scrubbing was about to change my life. I had never really thought about it; I just thought I was normal. Everything I saw in porn told me I was normal, and I never understood when people got jealous of other peoples’ penises. I had never seen another man’s penis in real life, but I figured mine was perfectly fine.

    I stepped out of the shower, and grabbed the towel off the hook. I put it right to my face, and began to wipe off my face and dry my shoulder-length hair. Someone opened the door, and I heard distinctly female voices enter the large bathroom. I pulled the towel away from my face and tried to put it in front of my body, but it was too late. When I opened my eyes, the three girls were looking at me, staring at my waist.

    “What,” one of them said. “The fuck. Is that?”

    The girl who spoke had short blonde hair and a nose ring. She was wearing a tank top, cotton booty-shorts and flip-flops. She pointed right at my crotch.

    Sarah had measured my cock once, just because she thought that it wasn’t normal. Flaccid, like it was now, my cock was about six inches long. She had heard somewhere that it would usually be normal if I was a ‘shower’, but Sarah called me a ‘grower’. When she had gotten it hard and put the tape measure to it, she got ten and a half inches. She said that was bigger than normal, but she had never seen another penis either. My dick was more veiny than the pictures I had seen in health class; a few blue lines ran under the pale skin when it was hard. I was circumcised, and Sarah was glad about that. Someone had told her that uncircumcised penises could get infected and fall off if you didn’t clean them. When it got hard, it stuck straight out, and it was like I could feel it pulling my entire body down. Right now, it was soft and heavy, flopping back and forth as I scrambled to preserve my modesty.

    “Oh my God,” another girl said, covering her mouth with both hands. “This is the girls’ bathroom.”

    “Sorry,” I yelped, wrapping the towel around my waist. My dick bulged as it was pressed up against the towel, and you could still see the curve from the right angle. The girls just stood there, speechless. I gathered my clothes in one hand and pushed through them as they stared wide-eyed at the towel covering my lower half. As the door closed, they burst out into wild giggles. I looked at the sign outside the door of the bathroom. Somehow I had missed it on my way in, but the faded blue placard showed the outline of a skirted stick-figure.
     
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    Great story! A bit corny with the dude mistakenly going into the girl's bathroom, but it works as a "plot device"...lol.. the girls now know that he is mega-hung.. and you should take the story further!
     
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    I'm gay and I say more and since all I do is comment on stories you know you've done somthing right, more plz!
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    *Don't worry, things heat up from now on*

    Part 2

    I thought about telling Tony what had happened in the shower, but he didn’t come back into the room until 3AM, when he stumbled through the door with a girl in one arm. I think he was so drunk that they didn’t even see me, and they started making out right on his bed. I could see him going for the buttons on her shirt, so I quietly threw on some pajamas, grabbed my computer, and headed down to the internet lounge in the basement of the building. The same thing happened the next night, when I left the party early and made my way back to the dorm without having much to drink. After what happened with Sarah, it was obvious that my nerves were getting in the way of me having a good time. He and the same girl came into the room, and I barely made it into the hall, before she started sucking his cock. I stood in the hallway, a little bit angry and tired. It was only midnight, but I was still looking forward to a full night of sleep. I looked around, and saw a blonde head sticking out of a room three doors down. I spotted her and her head flew back into her room, but it was definitely one of the girls who had walked in on me in the shower. Had I slammed the door too loud? Were her and her friends in there right now laughing about my stupidity?

    My heart leapt into my throat when, at 9AM on Monday, she walked into the lecture hall where I had my first class. I tried to avoid her gaze, but she walked right across the auditorium, to the back row where I was sitting, and sat down next to me. The classroom was about half full, and no one was sitting in our row. I doodled in my notebook, but she looked at me with a tilted head before I acknowledged her.

    “Hello,” I said, pretending not to know who she was.

    “Hi,” she answered. “What’s your name?”

    What the hell was going on?

    “Tom,” I answered. “What’s yours?”

    “Zoey,” she said. She was unpacking her bright pink bag, pulling out a notebook and her copy of the textbook for the class, ‘Introduction to Philosophy’.

    “Why are you in this class?” she asked. I booted up my computer, which I had resolved to take notes on so I wouldn’t lose track of class materials.

    “Requirements,” I said. She agreed. We were both freshmen, and had to pick from a list of entry-level ‘general education’ classes. She had bright blue eyes, freckles, and had changed her nose ring from a blue stud to a silver loop since Friday night. She was wearing a lot of make-up and clear lip gloss. I hadn’t noticed it last night, but she was really pretty.

    Before I got a chance to ask her where she was from, the professor asked for everyone’s attention and began paging through a bare-bones computer slideshow. He was outlining the course material, mentioning a lot of writers and thinkers I had never heard of.

    Zoey tore a piece of paper out of her notebook and scribbled something on the top of it. She placed the pen on the paper, and slid both over to me.

    “I’m so bored.”

    I picked up the pen and scribbled back: “Me too.” I had been trying to take notes, but the wireless internet in the classroom was making Facebook much too accessible.

    She wrote something little longer.

    “Do I know you? You look familiar :p”

    She remembered me. I don’t know how I expected her to forget the strange man in the wrong bathroom.

    “I’m so sorry about the other day. I’d had a bad day, and I guess I didn’t see the sign on the door,” I wrote.

    “That’s OK,” she wrote. Her handwriting was very round and bubbly. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

    “Tell your friends I’m sorry too,” I replied. “I feel really bad about it.”

    “Only if you let me see it again”, she wrote. I raised an eyebrow.

    “What?” I asked.

    “Show me your cock,” she wrote on the paper. I looked around.

    “Are you crazy?” I asked. She reached straight for my pants. He hand ran up my leg and squeezed my spongy, soft cock. It was tucked down the right leg of my shorts. She sighed.

    “Show me your cock,” Zoey whispered. Before I could say anything, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. If my computer hadn’t been sitting right in front of me, she would have been drawing a lot of attention. She slid her hand into my pants and rubbed my cock over my underwear. I felt a surge of blood rush to it, a tingle run from the tip to my balls.

    The professor was droning on about something on the projector, and most of the students were quietly taking notes. As Zoey pulled the elastic lining of my boxers came down and my semi-hard dick popped out of my pants, no one seemed to notice. My cock was growing quickly now, and I franticly looked around the room, terrified of being spotted. As Zoey placed her palm on the shaft of my cock, she leaned over to me.

    “You’ve got to chill out, big boy. No one can see us,” she whispered.
    She kissed me on the check, and wrapped her fingers around my hardening shaft. I shifted in my seat as a shiver ran down my body. She began to move her hand up and down, tightening her hand as my dick pulsed and grew.

    “Fuck, baby,” she said, closing her eyes. “You have a beautiful member.”

    It was fully hard now, and as Zoey’s left hand jerked me off, I saw her close her legs and rub her thighs together under her skirt. I imagined her pussy lips being pressed together, sandwiching her tiny clitoris in wetness. Her wrist moved back and forth, running up and down my cock with the least amount of movement possible. I could barely contain myself.

    “You’re going to make me come,” I said under my breath.

    “I want you to come, silly,” she replied. She was moving her hand faster, squeezing harder. “I want you to shoot a load of jizz all over my hand. I want to lick up all the juice from that fat cock.”

    She was looking straight ahead now, pretending to pay attention to the professor. I could see the pale flesh of her thighs and the reddening in her face. I lost it. With a jerk of my right leg, my cock went rock hard and my balls exploded. She covered the head of my cock just in time, stopping ropes of white cum from shooting all over the back of the lecture hall. When I came too, I could see that her hand was covered with my spunk. She sucked her fingers clean one by one, smiling a wide smile. Her short yellow hair bobbed as she giggled, her tiny breasts bouncing slightly.

    “I can’t wait to tell my friends about this,” she said, going back to her notes.
     
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    Excellent story so far -- keep going!
     
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    fucking awesome
     
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    Part 3

    *Love it or hate it, please leave feedback! I want to know what you think*

    By the end of the week, Tony and his friend Greg had convinced me to come to a party with them. But it wasn’t just any party. It was a party for Gamma Alpha Pi, the largest fraternity on campus. As the largest fraternity, it had a reputation for throwing the largest parties with, obviously, the most girls. Tony and Greg both planned on rushing the Gamma, and Friday night was the first step. I had flirted with the idea of joining a fraternity, and the only reason I got so excited about this party was because I hadn’t made up my mind about whether or not I wanted to rush.

    Zoey and I sat together in class on Wednesday, but aside from a few flirty winks, nothing happened during the hour of class. We walked back to the dorm together, talking about where we were from and what other classes we were taking. I walked her to her room down the hall from mine, and her roommate Kelly darted out of sight when Zoey opened the door. I recognized her as one of the other girls who had walked in on me in the bathroom. I didn’t go in her room, but said that maybe I would stop by later that night. I unlocked the door, and wished Tony had remembered to throw the deadbolt.
    Tony was kneeling on her bed, his hands on the hips of a girl who was on all fours in front of him. She faced the door, her face buried in the sheets. Her round ass was in the air, and it jiggled each time Tony thrust his dick into her. She had brown skin and long, black straight hair, and she was naked except for her pink sneakers and white socks. Each time Tony pushed into her she moaned, a soft, low sound that lasted for a full second. Her head thrashed from side to side, throwing her black hair across her face. As I shouldered the door open, she looked up and made eye contact with me. Her eyes were big and brown, rimmed in dark eye-liner. She smiled with one side of her mouth and winked at me, and bit her lip when Tony pulled all the way out and entered her again. I froze for a second.

    “Sorry,” I grumbled, coming to and spinning back out into the hallway. Tony didn’t look up. Was it the same girl he had brought home over the weekend? I couldn’t tell. It had been so dark, and I had just tried to get out of the room as quickly as possible. I made my way down to the internet lounge. I had an email from Sarah, one of five that had come in over the past few days.
    Zoey and her roommate decided to come to the party with Tony, Greg and I. We didn’t talk, but I sensed that her roommate was still embarrassed about what had happened Friday night, and I honestly was too. I pulled Zoey aside as we were leaving the dorm, and she confirmed that she hadn’t said anything about our encounter in class. Tonight, she was wearing a small black dress that hugged her petite figure, and a pair of black heels that made her tiny ass look wonderful. Her waist dipped as she walked, and I used a conversation with Tony as an excuse to hang back and watched her sashay toward the corner where we caught a cab. Greg and Kelly seemed to be hitting it off, and Tony said that Gabriela, the doggy-style girl, would be meeting us at the party. Everyone had a date for the night, and for the first time in days I wasn’t thinking about Sarah.

    We crammed into the taxi, and Zoey wound up sitting on my lap. She had an arm around me, and giggled when she ground her ass into my crotch, feeling my soft cock.

    “It’s so big,” she sighed as she nibbled on my ear. My cock was starting to get hard, and I tried to think about something else so I would be able to get out of the car without embarrassing myself. “I think I want it inside me tonight. Can you put it inside me, Tom?”

    If the music in the cab hadn’t been so loud, everyone else would have heard her.

    Gabriela met us on the sidewalk outside the fraternity house. She hugged and kissed Tony, and formally introduced herself. She was short, and while we shook hands she looked up at me the same way she had when Tony was fucking her.

    “How long have you guys been hanging out?” I asked her in reference to Tony.

    “We met last Friday,” she said. She had a hint of an accent, something South American that four years of Spanish in high school hadn’t trained me to identify. She was wearing jeans and a low cut, sleeveless top, and the same pink shoes she had on Wednesday.

    Tony, Greg and I signed in the foyer of the frat house, indicating that we were rushing. The tall frat brother who was working the table said that brothers and their girlfriends were mostly here, and they were making recommendations as to who should be offered a bid. We were told to try to talk to as many people as possible. There were also eight kegs: three on the ground floor, two in the basement, two outside, and one upstairs. Tony and Greg perked up at this news, taking Kelly and Gabriela into the kitchen to get started on drinking. Zoey shrugged at me, and we made our way into the back yard.

    I had never been to a frat party before, and I was surprised how many people were there. There were a lot of guys who looked like freshmen, and clusters of older-looking people who had nametags on.
    “I guess I should introduce myself to some people,” I said to Zoey as we filled two red cups with frothy light beer.

    “Fine, just abandon me. I’m gonna find Kelly,” she said, putting a hand on my ass. She slapped it, pushing me in the direction of a group of frat brothers. There were five of them, and they all seemed nice enough, if a little jockish. We made some jokes, and they dared me to chug a couple beers, and by the time they dispersed I was definitely drunk. I hadn’t spent a lot of time drinking in high school, but I could spot a buzz. The booze made me lightheaded and happy, and I wanted to find Zoey. The house was larger than I thought, which proved to be problematic. I walked up and down stairs, weaving through the separated rooms of the basement and ducking out of one or two occupied bedrooms. I probably started conversations with a couple of girls, abandoning them halfway through when they turned to greet a friend or refill a drink. After a half hour I needed the bathroom, and I was lucky enough to find an empty one upstairs.

    I flushed, zipped, and washed my hands. I was reaching for the metal knob when suddenly the door burst open, and five girls flooded into the bathroom. I stumbled back and sat down on the toilet. The girls looked at me, confused.
    “Sorry, we thought this was empty,” one of them said. She was black, with long straight hair. Her top looked like a corset, cinched around her waist just a little. I wanted to reply, but my brain was sluggish.

    “Wait a minute. Do you know Kelly and Zoey?” another of them asked.

    “Is that him?” someone else asked.

    “I,” I started. “Yeah, I know Zoey.”

    The girls looked at each other, smiling and trading glances.

    “Tom, right?” the black girl asked. She extended her hand. I took it, and gave her a sloppy handshake. “We heard a rumor about you.”

    “What rumor?” I slurred.

    “We heard you don’t know how to read bathroom signs,” another of them said. They broke into laughter.

    “They told you about that?” I said, getting a little frustrated. “I guess I wasn’t paying attention.”

    “Kelly said there was something special about you,” the black girl said.

    “What’s your name?” I asked. She raised an eyebrow.

    “I’m Charline,” she said. She cocked her hips to one side. “So, do you think you’re special, Tom?”

    I laughed.

    “Not really,” I said. The girls started to focus on me, some of them smiling, some of them looking skeptical. The room was starting to get very small.

    “Just pull it out already,” one of the girls said. The other girls gasped, nudging her and shaking their heads.

    “You want to see my penis?” I asked. Charline giggled.

    “Yeah, Tom. Show me your penis,” she said sarcastically. She put a hand on my waist, and stood on her toes to kiss me on the mouth. She tasted like beer and cigarettes, but her mouth was wet and soft.

    “I think we’d better get going, ladies,” one of the girls said. Charline and I continued to kiss, and we heard the door open. Before the door closed, the same girl whispered in Charline’s ear. “You’d better give us the full report, babe.”

    The door snapped shut, and Charline’s hands shot to my belt buckle.

    “Is it really eight inches?” she asked, pulling my belt off and
    attacking my button and zipper.

    “No,” I replied, kissing her neck. “It’s ten.”

    “Yeah, right,” she laughed. “I’ve fucked a lot of guys, and there’s no way a white boy is ten inches.”

    “Are we gonna fuck?” I asked, running my hands over her c-cups. She let out a long breath and rolled her head back and forth. My lips went to work on her neck some more, licking her salty skin.

    “I think we are, honey,” she said. My pants came down, and as she pulled them to the floor she dropped to her knees.

    “Holy fuck,” she gasped, looking at my semi-hard dick. “Maybe we’re not.”

    She wrapped both of her hands around it, and three inches still stuck out. “There’s no way I can get that thing into my cunt.”

    “That’s too bad,” I said, running my hands through her hair.

    “I can definitely get it into my mouth, though,” she said. She wrapped her lips around the head of my dick, and spit began to seep out onto my cock. She was like a lube machine, slobbering onto the head and using her hands to cover my whole cock with spit. It felt warm and tight, and I could feel her fingers running over the veins of my dick. My dick slid further into her mouth, and her lips tightened around my shaft as she jerked off the base. When she sucked on my cock, her high cheek-bones looked even better, and her narrow face seemed like it was built to have a cock in it. Her free hand began to rub my nuts, cupping them and rolling them around in her skinny fingers.

    It seemed like she worked my dick for an hour. Sarah used to give me head, but it had never been like this. She would usually jerk me off and suck on the head of my cock a little, but Charline was working overtime, swallowing almost three-fourths of my cock and staring up at me with her beautiful dark eyes. She knew how to make me last; just tease me enough to bring me to the edge, then slow down so I didn’t come until she wanted me to. She pulled my dick out of her mouth.

    “Beg for me to make you come,” she said, rubbing me with both hands. “Tell me you want to shoot that big cock load into my mouth.”

    “Please baby, let me shoot in your pretty mouth,” the alcohol in me said. “I want to pump my hot cum down your throat.”

    “Oooo,” she said. “You’re a naughty one. Okay, baby. Come for me.”

    She began to jerk my cock hard and fast, spitting on the head and rubbing her palm in the tip. I grabbed her hair and forced my cock into her mouth just as my nuts tightened. All of my ten inches were down her throat when I came, and her eyes widened as I filled her mouth with jizz. She moaned, squeezing her breasts with her hands as my dick began to flex slower and slower. When I was done coming, she pulled me out of her mouth and kissed my head.

    “How was that, baby?” I said.

    “I’m still trying to swallow,” she replied, gurgling my thick spunk.
     
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    As before nicely done
     
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    amazing story and well written
     
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    Great story and very hot! Keep up the good work!
     
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    awesome story... cant wait fr the next installment
     
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