I was in a college fraternity at the University of Delaware and I’d enjoyed
the wonders of living in my frat these past two years: about 25 guys, l8 to
23 years of age, at the prime of their sexual allure and most were horny as
hell all their waking hours. I was an avid sportsman. I like the physical
exertion and closeness to other guys. Living in such a house was like a
dream come true to me. As most young men do, they usually dressed in
minimal clothing, the better to admire their physiques whenever they passed
a mirror. And horny guys in same-sex housing frequently turned to the most
easily available body-to-body contact available. Most often, the impromptu
wrestling match was used to alleviate our pent-up frustrations.
My roommate arrived back from classes. He was in class all day so ached to
relieve the cerebral stress by rushing into our room, stripping down to a
T-shirt and shorts and lay across his bed. I was lying casually in my
jockeys on the bed reading a chemistry textbook. His eyes were closed in
an effort to take a short nap. I couldn’t have this so I jumped on top of
my roommie where he lay, and for the next five to ten minutes we were going
at each other until one or the other said, “Okay, I give! You win!!” This
scene would be played out time and time again, and it never failed to turn
me on whenever we had such encounters. We were going at each other and our
their legs entwined one another, just knowing that our cocks were pressed
into each other almost made me shoot my wad. I had to grab a towel to his
my boner and head for the showers. While in the shower, I thought about
what could have been. Just thinking about our matches gave he a hard-on.
But after two years in such a sexually stimulating environment I was
beginning to weigh the risk versus my own mounting sexual frustration. I
had come close to getting it on with a frat buddy. But we only threw
boners and played grab ass through either underwear or gym shorts. I was
determined to actually “do” something with a guy. But I didn’t have the
guts to try anything with the guys who knew me for fear of rejection or the
ridicule that would follow. I had to bide my time and then go for it.
My roommate had moved out at the end of the Fall semester. I would be
getting a new roommate and it was during “pledge rush” that I finally threw
caution out the window and go for it. Among the fifteen freshmen pledges
we’d taken was one named Greg and as handsome as any male I’d ever seen.
He was assigned to room with me as an older brother to show him the ropes
in the frat house. He stood about 5′ l0″ and weighed about 165 lbs. His
pale olive skin complexion was flawless We had bunk beds. I slept on the
lower bunk, and Greg, the top. Every night I’d see him climb into bed.
His jockey filled basket was only a short distance away from my eyes. I
was always tempted to get closer to his package, but feared that he might
feel my breath on his jockeys. Many a morning, I was witness to the tent
from his morning hard on in his jockeys.
Our room was near the floor’s communal shower. About six weeks into the
semester, I got out of bed to take a leak. When I entered the john, I
recognized Greg’s voice humming to himself in the shower. I had learned the
two things which put a smile on my face: Greg liked to shower very late,
just before turning in for bed; and he liked to take very long showers. I
often joined him in these showers, which gave us time for extended, idle
conversation on topics of mutual interest, and I had carefully avoided
too-soon introducing the topic of wrestling before we had a chance to get
to know one another. As gorgeous as Greg was, especially naked under the
hot, steamy flow of water, I’d always managed to keep my cool. But I was
feeling particularly horny this night and so threw caution to the wind. I
invented a story about how much a friend and I in our high-school days had
enjoyed wrestling matches in a grassy field near where we lived.
Interestingly, he said he’d never had an experience like I described, but
seemed intrigued by the idea.
He asked a number of questions about the matches I’d had with my friend,
and I thought I detected a growing curiosity on his part. Greg said what
most appealed to him was the idea of testing one’s limits. The only
wrestling he said he’d ever done was in gym class. But he added that the
coaches only seemed to care about teaching rules and regulations more than
encouraging fun in the activity. He also suggested it had seemed silly to
stop wrestling simply because a guy’s shoulders were on the mat. He most
liked the notion of a contest in which there would be no time limits, no
pinning to achieve victory. In his theoretical match, the contest would end
by the loser submitting to the winner. Once he’d worked out all the
pertinent details in his head, he said “I’d like to wrestle a
no-holds-barred, anything goes match with me to submission. Fair or dirty
tactics, the match would continue until one combatant achieved total
victory over the other.”
“How about right now!” I replied. I started to quiver from the excited
anticipation, and tried to hide the fact by vigorously toweling off. When
we came into our room, I locked the door behind us. But seeing our mutual
nakedness and not wanting to push this first encounter too far, I went into
my bureau and pulled out two pairs of shorts. I handed Greg a pair, but he
asked “What are these for?” “For our wrestling match?” “Didn’t the Greeks
wrestle naked in olden days?” he asked. “Yes, but that was the because
things we different back then,” I answered. “Well, I say we should revive
the ancient ways, you and me, right here!” “If that’s what you want, but
are you sure, Greg?” “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Let’s do it.”
“And the rules, anything goes, to submission?” “Everything goes!” After a
moment rearranging the furniture, I was facing him and he me. The air was
electric with our energy. We both knelt down about two feet from each
other. He reached out for a headlock at the same moment so did I. We had
our faces pressed firmly next to one another and were grinding and
straining to each pull the other over. Since we were pretty evenly matched
in strength and weight, neither of us went down right away. I wanted to
test his willingness to use illegal tactics, but I didn’t want to be the
one to initiate the first dirty move. But our deadlocked headlocks
persisted until I could hold off no longer. I grabbed his hair with my
right hand and yanked him over in one quick move. Greg was now on his back,
I on my was beside him, on my back, as well. With one arm still squeezing
my head, Greg used his other arm to push hard against my chin in an effort
to break the headlock I held. I grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his
neck and pulled it tightly to me. Now I could rest, holding him pinned down
and tightening the headlock. Or so I thought. He tried to squirm his way
out of the hold.
I grabbed his hair and yanked him off balance, just enough that he lost
control and I flipped over atop of him, grabbing his neck with one arm, my
right arm with his right arm, my whole body stretched prone on top of
him. Which meant, of course, my prick was lying right on top of his ass. As
he squirmed and struggled I tightened my legs around him and I was sure he
detected a stiffening of my cock from the friction our bodies were
creating. I also knew for sure that his cock was hardening against the rug
beneath him. After two minutes of this struggle, I asked if Greg was ready
to give. “Fuck no!” he said. For although the hold was discomforting he was
too much enjoying our positions, and in fact he then began to earnestly
thrust his ass up and down to excite my prick. “What are you doing?” I
asked. “Trying to break the hold by any means I can” he replied. “So I
think if I can get you to cum, it’ll weaken you enough for me to break the
hold. That really is a dirty tactic!”
“You agreed to anything goes”: “Well, what you don’t know is I can stay
hard for a long period of time without cumming.” “How long?” “Let’s find
out.” With that I started to hump him while keeping my grip as tight as
possible. He began to thrust up, faster and faster rhythm. After a couple
of exquisite minutes he noticed I was lessening my grip on him, but he
hadn’t felt me climax. He seized the opportunity, flung me off, and
quickly came around and jumped atop him. We were now facing one another,
chest to chest, cock to cock. He stopped all motion and stared down at
me. “You didn’t cum, did you?” “No, but I almost did, which is why I
started to let go. I don’t want this match to end so quickly, I knew if you
stayed on me like that another minute I’d shoot my wad and the fun would be
over.” “Not necessarily, Bob. Can’t you imagine cumming once, then building
back up again toward a second shooting, and a third?” “Well, maybe.” “Let’s
find out something right now. How far are you willing to test your limits?”
“Pretty far, I think” “And it’s turning us on, right?” “You got that
right!” “Okay, let’s keep this position we’re in right now for as long as
we can, our cocks together, our legs intertwined. We each have two hands
for administering pleasure. While our groins grind into one another, let’s
see how much creative pleasure our two hands can inflict on each
other. Nothing held back”
Soon, as one hand each was pulling on the other’s hair we were now jerking
each other’s cocks to climax. After cumming, we were driven to greater
heights of ecstasy. This phase of the competition was proving a tie. At one
point I stopped jerking him off, let go of his hair, and looked up to see
his face. He stopped, too, and we stared into each other’s eyes. “Having a
good time?” I panted. “My god, this is great. I don’t think I’ve ever felt
like this before, and I don’t want it to stop.” “Since neither has given,
how about a breather for a minute before we continue?” “Okay, but don’t get
off me,” he quickly added. We smiled at one another. That evening we
wrestled for about two hours. He and I both came twice. And neither one of
us ever “submitted”. This was to be the first of dozens of such encounters
together over the next two years. There was nothing much we wouldn’t try on
the other.
I also made the Varsity soccer team. We had just won our last game, which
put us in the regional Finals. We were thrilled, to say the least. As we
got into the locker room, we all started to strip heading for the showers.
We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all
craved a cold shower. My locker was next to Chad’s. He was one of the
hottest jocks on the college team and was standing before me in nothing but
his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were slightly separated as he was
bending down to get a towel from his locker. Short black curls of hair
poked from between his ass cheeks.
He slammed his locker shut and headed to the showers. I walked behind him,
admiring the view. He stepped into the already full shower and pulled off
his jock. He exposed a 7-inch soft cock that had been sucked by half the
guys in the school, I later found out. He was soaping himself down, when I
became brave enough and walked in to the shower next to him.
He looked at me and smiled. I took off my jock and tried my hardest not to
get a hard on. Too late! By the time my jock fell to the floor, I sprang
a boner. Chad did not seem to notice and started to rub his
soap-suds-covered hand between his ass cheeks. The site of him caused my
boner to fully harden and I knew I’d better leave before I came right
there. I had toweled off and was putting on my briefs, when something
touched my ass. Startled, I turned around, there was my friend Jason
standing behind me. He saw my bulging dick in my jockeys. I knew he would
have something to say about that. I never thought of him as more than a
friend. We were from the same hometown, but now seeing him, I imagined a
potential for more. He was good looking, but was shorter than I and was
well-built. He was naked and both his nipples and dick were as hard as
rocks. He told me he saw me watching Chad, and he didn’t know I was queer.
I told him I wasn’t gay, when all of a sudden he moved close to me and we
were kissing. His tongue went down my throat and I just let it happen.
As we were kissing, he was pulling down my underwear, and massaging my ass
cheeks. He was a year older than I and apparently very talented in the art
of seduction. I started to get scared that someone would see us, but when
he began to lick my sensitive nipples, I went limp. He laid me down on the
bench and he knelt down beside me. He took my balls into his mouth and I
felt them filling with cum, ready to burst out. He moved slowly to my cock,
nibbling and sucking like an expert. He lifted my sagging balls and started
to rim my ass. He licked up and down my crack and then rammed his tongue up
my chute. I almost lost my load then. I asked him to fuck me. When I
opened my eyes he was already pulling out a condom and lube from his
locker. He seemed to have come prepared. After donning his helmet and
greasing his lance, he guided his thick dick into my “glory hole” and
started fucking me nice and slow. Then he went harder and faster and right
away, I felt his cum burst into the condom filling the reservoir tip and
squeezing out the top. I also climaxed and started to spew cum all over my
chest.
He licked up half of it, and rubbed the rest onto his washboard chest. I
pulled myself up to give him a sloppy kiss. Then from behind us, we heard
applause. The varsity coach and Chad were standing there stroking their
cocks. “Welcome to the team,” coach snickered.
“Well, boys, let’s show Bob what teamwork really means.” We all came a
couple more times. I personally took quite a few loads up my ass and down
my throat.
It was simply fantastic. I think every guy should participate in the
college sports programs. After all, it does build character, doesn’t it?
