Varsity Low

I was grounded

while you filled the skies

I was dumbfounded by truth

you cut to lies

I saw the rain dirty valley

while you saw Brigadoon

I saw the crescent

you saw the whole of the moon

The Water Boys ---- The Whole of the Moon

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And winter hung on. My classes were profoundly not engaging that semester. I trudged the wide diagonal walk across Central Quad, and reflected on how much collective time I had spent walking around this sprawling campus.

This diagonal walk had been planned by some long ago genius of a landscape architect as an impressive enfilade of comfy benches and spring flowering Yoshino and Kwanzan cherry trees. When the trees bloomed in spring, the 'cherry walk' swarmed with students. Boys without shirts played endless games of Hacky Sack. Boys with ponytails played guitar. Gay boys caught the spring sun. Proletarian scholars played chess. Coeds, out to be seen, pointedly ignored all of them.

But not today. Today it was just fucking cold.

Baseball practice had started in advance of the season, and I saw little of Griffin. He forbade me from attending his practice, as he did not want me "hanging around like some girl friend." Ouch. That hurt, but I played along, as I had committed to his down low jockish discretion agenda, requiring us to just be 'buds' on campus and in town. What the actual fuck ever.

As if I had conjured him up like a wizard, he texted: "b here 8:30p with beer, treat 4 us" Ok, then. His 'treats' could be anything but they were always fun. Some awesome new weed followed by a Sara Lee pound cake and a raging hot fuck. A Hitchcock film with four bottles of decent pinot grigio followed by a raging hot fuck. A triple order of Dan Dan Noodles followed by a raging hot fuck. And Anders. Anders had been his treat as well. So, I knew I had to go, if only for the certainty of the raging hot fuck.

It was getting later. I went to the food court and ate a good chicken tarragon wrap from a plastic box, with a large sugar cookie and a small mediocre coffee, then back to the dorm for a nap before heading to Griff's for my 'treat'.

It was the all the way dark when I woke up. The Korean twins I shared the dorm-apartment-pod with were out, probably eating with their buds from the engineering school. There was a sixer of Rolling Rock in the fridge, and I opened one while getting ready. I would bring Griff a five-pack, which I had certainly done before.

Griffin answered his door on the first ring. "Trav! Right on time and with a super-generous five pack! I am so honored!"

"Flame on, asshole! You're lucky it's not a four pack." I clowned.

Killer jawline with three days of dark scruff. Raggedy gray sweatshirt, baggy boxers with little pine trees on them, slouchy crew socks. He enveloped me with his whole body, both big hands on my ass, and I inhaled his magic Griff scent. Weed. Locker room shower soap. Tent canvas. Doritos. Fuck. Under his 'bama boy spell once again.

"You are pure evil, and you must be destroyed." he clowned back. He took the five Rocks and put them in the fridge, while I sprawled back on the ugly plaid dumpster sofa. There was a fresh bottle of Jack Daniels and three shot glassed on the desk and the foot locker table had been shoved aside. Plans were being executed. He joined me on the sofa with half a spliff in the clip, and we did three good hits each.

"Who is joining us?" I motioned my head towards the Jack and three glasses.

"Caleb. He is 32, works full time on the grounds crew and lives in town. Hot as Hades. The deal is that he kicks back, we service him together, then he goes. No recip, fucking, or anything else. Cool?" Eyebrows up, he wanted my buy in.

"Ok, I'm in. I play well with others." I was baked, curious, horned. Let the evening implode.

"You do play well with others. I've watched you play. Loved it when Anders licked my cum off your swimmer boy ass. One of those moments that can stop time." Evil Griff grin.

Caleb arrived. About 6'1, 190, scruff, awesome thick chestnut hair pulled back in a ponytail. Dirty Levi's, work shirt with 'Caleb' stitched on the front, Wolverine work boots that had clearly seen some real work, black leather jacket. I put out out my hand. "Hey, I'm Travis. Or Trav." Smooth. Real smooth. Older guys could still make me feel coltish.

"Caleb. Good to meet you." Deep voice, and a wariness about the eyes, grown man, working class, not to be fucked with. Hot, with a natural, assumptive masculinity, probably far more intelligent than he let on. I glanced at Griff, and gave a slight nod of approval.

Caleb kicked back on the sofa, ass at the edge of the seat, knees spread, already signaling that he was to be orally pleasured by us. Griff poured the Jack. We did three rapid shots. "You wanna get high, Caleb?" he asked, fresh joint in hand.

"Nope, can't get too fucked up tonight. Can't stay long either." He had a Tidewater accent, soft, fluid; a spareness of words.

"Cool. Trav and me wanna suck you off. Get those jeans down." Caleb obliged, pushing jeans and boxer briefs to his ankles, boots still on. He was big hangin', about 8" uncut with some low riding balls. He unbuttoned the shirt, opened it, but left it on. Coarse dark fur on chest and belly, start of a gut. He was fit in that way that guys who do manual labor outdoors are. Some good ink, Celtic stuff, no pistols or dice or stupid redneck shit. He kicked back, jeans down, and availed himself of service, clearly not a new experience for him.

Griff went down on Caleb's semi-hard dick, working the foreskin across the blunt musky glans, to get our blue collar stud ramped up. Griff left room for me to get in and lick Caleb's balls, and my licks earned a low grunt and a moan of male pleasure. He smelled of fresh Ivory soap, and I was touched that he had showered for us. Furry 'taint came into my lick zone, while Griff's mouth had Caleb's maleness fully aroused and wet with suck spit. Caleb had his head thrown back, nice jawline with scruff, sinewy neck. Damn.

I went slightly lower than Caleb's fuzzy 'taint; there was an instant of hesitation, then Caleb put his muscled furry legs back, wanting to get rimmed. Griff and I took turns on his dude slot, the hairs around his clean pink asshole slicked down with our spit. Caleb moaned and made animal sounds, clearly into getting rimmed by two eager college boys.

Griff and I had our pants open with our erections full and out. Caleb lowered his legs, Griff offered me Caleb's drooling cock, and I went down, giving slow deep suck. "Suck me! Yeah, like that, right there!" he growled. Hand on the back of my head but gentle; the clipped brush of my blond buzz cut appealing to his idea of being serviced. "Fuck yeah, lick those balls" a task Griff was on. "Fuckin' Trav, my hot suck boy. Go deep for me boy, gimme that hot wet pussy mouth!' Both big hands on the back of my head, but still gentle. He held my head still and unloaded his jizz. "fuck! fuck! fuck!" low eager grunts in an urgency of male pleasure and release. He flooded my mouth with cum. He tasted good, still fresh and boyish at 32.

I kept his huge load in my mouth without swallowing. Caleb came down from his moment, and I slipped his cock out of my mouth. Griffin was on the floor below us, looking up to watch me blowing Caleb from below, pure boyish lust on his face. He pointed to his open mouth, I leaned over him and let Caleb's jizz load slide slowly in one long heavy rope from my mouth into his. Gaze meeting mine, he gulped Caleb's semen. We shared Caleb like complicit slutty porn boys.

Caleb was still sprawled back, fetching around from his blow job. "Fuckin' hot boys. Trav, you sure can suck dick" he grinned at us, sated. He stood and upped his jeans, still hard, and I licked up a drool of clear semen from his dickhead, starting to retreat inside his meaty foreskin. He dressed quickly and was at the door. "Thanks for the awesome head, boys! Griff, you know how to find me. Night' "

I sprawled back on the sofa, pants open, the taste of Caleb still in my mouth. Griff brought two open Rocks, and sat slightly away from the wet spot on the sofa where we had both serviced Caleb. "Shit. I shoulda put down a towel. Oh well." We gulped the beer, cold and refreshing after the Jack.

"We need to get off, like now. Caleb got me horned. Tell me what you want, Trav." he said low and even.

"I wanna cum on your face, then you cum on mine. With ball licking." My blue eyed gaze trapping him.

"Sweet!!' he grinned, already into it. Gulping his beer, he went and found a towel and the Vaseline for handie lube. I stood and lowered my jeans and boxers, gulping beer. He knelt before me, greasing my cock. Ok then. He wanted to give a lubbed handie with ball licking the way I taught him. He went in to lick my balls, tip of tongue, while stroking my greased dick slowly with his big varsity shortstop hand. "Tell me when you are close and cum on my face. I wanna be your cum slut!"

"Yeah, stud, lick those blond fuzzed balls! Grease that cock!" I could hear and see his manly hand slathering my blond pink 7.5" cut dick, his agile tongue on my scrot. His hand moved faster on my greased dick, and I looked down, his masculinity only enhanced by his pure supplication before me. I could see his pudd, curved upward, the head shiny with precum. "I'm close!" I growled. pulling him back by his hair, his face turned up to me, eyes closed, tongue out. His hand moved faster and I shot. "unnnh, unnnh. unnnh, fuck!" ropes of my spunk on his face, in his open mouth, hair, eyebrows. I soiled him, marked him as mine, this hot as fuck college boy.

I bent down into a fierce dominant kiss, tasting my own cum on his tongue, then pulling back to slurp up and lick my load off of his face. "Change of plans. Kick back where Caleb was. I wanna suck you off, make you jizz in my mouth!"

He complied, and I knelt between his spread knees. I went down, sucked him slow and lite, edging him, trance-like. He grunted and bucked, which only made me go slower, which I knew from experience would make him cum harder. He kept both hands behind his head, the old sofa making new sounds of distress at the onslaught of young man sex. I reached up and grazed his balls with my fingertips. He went still in my mouth, and shot hard and fast in silence, flooding my mouth with his virile sperm. I kept his dick in my mouth, letting him savor his male orgasm. I held his load in my mouth, as I had done with Caleb. Griff's head was thrown back, mouth open, and I was over him, letting his own ample jizz rope slide slowly from my mouth into his. He gulped down his own load, gaze locked with mine.

We both kicked back and clinked our green Rock bottles together. "Daaaahhhhmn, Trav, you were like a hell hound in heat tonight!"

I laughed, "Yeah, I think Caleb made me super randy. Thanks for sharing him with me. Shower?" We clinked green bottles again.

Comfortable silence as we rinsed, soaped and rinsed each in the big tiled shower, then dried each other with the huge white shower towels he had splurged on. We wrapped our nether regions low and loose with the towels, and went to chill on the sofa.

He took my hand in his, something new, something nice, and I let him. "Are you staying?"

"I can't tonight. I have that goofy pre-law breakfast thing at 8am. I promised dad I would check it out." I said.

"Mmmm. Sounds deadly, but it will be a free breakfast. I 'spose dad and stepmomster Vera want you to major in something besides my cock."

I laughed. "Yeah, that is kinda' the idea. I will get tossed off the Ravenel gravy train if I don't at least pretend to be serious about my collegiate career. So, where did you find Caleb in all his glorious working class hottness?"

"Locker room in Northland Field House. Faculty and staff have access to the gym and pool and all and he'd been working out. We were alone in the showers and both of us sprang wood. I sucked him off in one of the private changing cubes. He was horned as fuck. It was waaay hot; townie groundsman in the locker room. I just had to have him" he told me.

"Whoa! Griff, that feels risky, indiscreet and highly transgressive. I mean, I get it, he's hot, but he could lose his job, and that creepy redneck baseball coach of yours would put you out like the Flintstones' cat if you boys got caught. And in the locker room. Shame!" I half clowned.

He sighed. "Yeah, I know, the danger of getting caught is part of the thrill for me, just like when we first hooked up at the glory holes in Sennwick Library, remember? Anyway, he gave me his number, and I got him here tonight for us. The two of you were wicked hot together. He liked you. Lots. I could tell."

"Yeah, that was epic. Is he up for a repeat? Maybe expand his agenda, or is this a one-off?" I asked.

"Mmmm. Hard to say...guys like Caleb can get real skittish about this stuff or be all the way in. We'll have to see." He looked at me, with a shrug.

"Ok. Just be careful with all the sex-danger boy action on campus. The idea was to have a closed, discreet network of play buds, remember?" I was trying not to scold.

"Thanks Trav. You are my smart preppie prince and a hot one at that." He kissed me, gentle, long, hand behind my head.

I went to get dressed, and my clothes, as usual, were everywhere, which Griff found endlessly amusing. At the door, he pulled my kit cap down around my ears, held me by the shoulders, eyes on mine. "You know I always have a fuckin' blast with you. Right?"

"Hell yeah, Griff, you are my big spoon. This college shyte would be pretty lame and tame without you." I said low and even.

He grinned, and I was out the door, into the dark, hauling ass down the path to campus, already wishing I had stayed to fall asleep in his arms.