By the middle of my freshman year, I had sexual contact only with Rod. He was a known Gandoo, Habitual Bottom, and the worst repute would be being his slave. Although he did not advertise our relationship or sent over hungry Tops to me, but in all our couplings he acted as the dominant partner, using physical and emotional abuse to assert his superiority. Typically, he would suck my cock for a few, then ask to put my wet cock in his loose ass. He would then would position himself so that I would be sucking his cock on my knees, interminably.! Lastly he would either make me lie flat on my stomach or on all fours and push his fat, soft and cold cock in my ass. A few lunges and he would be done.
So I was looking for a more desirable partner. It was sad but all gay relationships were considered sleazy and more often than not the bottoms bore the brunt of social disgrace. Very few tops were discrete or honorable enough to protect their partners, But sex was sex and bubble-butts, soft spoken small stature types were probed by groping or touching. I too, was subjected to invitations by gentle body contact in crowded places; even though Rod had not disclosed our liaison.
Now in our campus only the Medical Arts, Graduate, Business, and Law Schools were coed. All others were male only. The male students in the coed units were the epitome of being proper preppies. What with button-down shirts; tailored trousers, tie or cravat, polished shoes and a real close shave..
I had a classmate whose appearance, except for a constant 5'o clock shadow. seemed like that of a coed student, In my eyes that enhanced his masculinity. He was tall, dark complexioned, and full fleshed in upper legs and hips. That combination was for me was a killer. He didn't live in my hall or had a class with me. I asked around but could not find a mutual acquaintance.
I was getting frustrated by this lack of workable contacts. I felt that I would be done with college soon enough, find a job, get married to a cousin and would never have my fill of male company. I was almost depressed and most unhappy.
The mid-terms were upon us and that was the priority of the moment. To cover the vast course work, there were several study groups that met on Sundays. And so on a particular Sunday, I was most excited to find the object of my desire in our study group for Sociology.
"Hello, I am Rocky" he said with a smile, and extended his hand to me. I grabbed his warm hand and almost didn't let go.
"I'm Adam, very pleased to meet you." I stammered as I introduced myself. At the end of group meeting. I wanted to latch onto him, but only asked "How about a coffee?"
"Sure, why not." He said and grabbing my arm he led me out. We chewed the fat, exchanging likes and dislikes. I learned why was he always so properly, indeed formally dressed? No he did not have a girl friend. He had made a promise to his Dad to not waste time and money and to be serious about his studies. So his dressing up and personal grooming was a reminder for him to stay on the straight and narrow.
"But that does not mean I cannot enjoy myself." He whispered in my ear as he elbowed me lightly. Going off to his dorm he promised to meet after the exams and hang out. I jerked away several times on his imaginary tool and his powerful thighs.
Rod gave signals a few times that his Taliban keeper is away and the space is available but I used the exams as an excuse.
During the winter break I returned home and refreshed my steady friends and fuck buddies. The first was Sam who had now stated working in his family's dairy business, He was the most satisfying top.With a smooth, pliable, soft and hot cock. It wasn't flaccid or drooping. After insertion it would swell and fill the gand. (ass). With him there was no foreplay, blowing.or rimming From the very first time he entered painlessly, only using spittle on my asshole. He would push it in slowly and when the head was in, he would mount fully on top of me and pulling up my ass would start pumping and fucking rapidly till he filled it fully with cum.. At times, conditions allowing, he would take off his pants and squeeze my butt with his knees.like a cowboy on a fractious horse. His long hairless thighs rubbing up and down my backside He knew that I loved his body's touch and so he always lingered after he had come to help me do my wanking, by keeping his knob inside and do more fucking He had several friendly bottoms in the neighborhood and was not sex starved. but he liked me owing to my smarts and a tanned plump bottom that was not overly loose. Top rating in sexual satisfaction.
Returning to the campus, I was resolved to cut away from Rod, for my self esteem and making more satisfying connections. He came over to me in the coffee shop and I greeted him politely enough but sort of conveyed a certain coolness. Rod took no notice and whispered that his roomie is not back yet. But I went to the movies and avoided him.
