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Posted on
March 22, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
Pierre and I were panting for breath. HE was gone. His lean frame had run off into the night, hair streaming behind him, looking like he was bent on flying by sheer speed. Paradoxically, he was a track runner. Track was the reason for his sleek sexy self. But when one wants to catch him, track is NOT an asset. And his “asset” was perfect as it quickly retreated.
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Posted on
March 19, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
I guess I should let you know who I am. I’m Rick Mason, I grew up around Houston, but got out of there after college. I’m 6′ even and about 200lbs, not all muscle but close; your standard blue eyes and blonde hair. When I’m hard, I get to be about 6.5″ of cut meat, and it usually doesn’t take much to get me hard.
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Posted on
March 12, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
During college I played baseball for the University of Tennessee. I was a jock stud and earned a reputation as a bit of a man whore. I stood 6’2″ 190 pounds with a sexy chest and six pack to die for. I had a perfect “V” shaped torso and the best bubble butt you’d ever laid eyes on. To top it off, my cock was a thick eight inches when fully erect–which was almost all of the time. By the end of my freshman year, I had fucked most of the cheerleaders, majorettes and pretty much any other girl I wanted. But, in addition to loving pussy, I loved fucking a guy’s tight ass and could devour a cock. I didn’t let myself indulge in it too often–I couldn’t risk ruining my reputation.
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Posted on
March 11, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
I was 20 and it was summer and the end of oxford uni’s rag week. There was partying and celebrations everywhere. At keble college we had the grounds filled with marquees and stalls to please all. These ranged from various tents each with its own well known pop artist performing the night away from rock to jazz. There was also a dodgem cars track, bronco billy, bouncey castles and numerous promotional drink stands. So there was plenty of drinking, all at little if any cost. Not a good recipe for numerous live wire students. And i was one of them and as pissed as most. This was a bi-annual 24 hour event. And by late evening we were already looking worse for wear and seemingly in a pretty sorry state.
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Posted on
March 7, 2010 by
bobfc in
College
I usually go to the gym several days a week if I can. This day I did my reps, squats and other calisthenics. It had been a good workout, and I was sweaty, and looked forward to taking a hot shower. I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked [...]
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Posted on
March 3, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
The 10 young men showed up with their suitcases and sleeping bags as scheduled that Monday night. The brothers who had seemed like their friends for the past several months seemed very different and would not meet their eyes. As soon as they were all there they were sternly ordered to line up shoulder to shoulder in the basement.
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Posted on
February 28, 2010 by
BathHouse in
Authoritarian, College
Monty sat in his chair in the room he shared with three others. They were all good friends and looked out for each other like most college roommates do.
When one drank too much the others helped him back to the room or held him up in the shower until he was sober enough to put to bed.
When one had a bad time with a girl friend or family the others would listen to his venting.
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Posted on
February 20, 2010 by
bobfc in
College
When we broke apart, I whispered, “Could you let me fuck Anthony too?” Greg grinned and nodded, saying to Anthony, “Hey, turn around and suck me awhile.” Anthony, who had heard me, said, “I know. Bob wants to get me back for the pounding I gave him before.” He leered knowingly as he turned around and sucked downs Greg’s cock and offered his ass to a new invader.
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Posted on
February 20, 2010 by
bobfc in
College
I was in college fraternity at the University of Delaware and I’d enjoyed the wonders of living in my frat for the 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 [...]
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Posted on
February 17, 2010 by
BathHouse in
College
We’re going to start with the basics. I grew up in a suburb of Minneapolis. My mom was a prosecutor (now she’s a judge) and my dad was a police detective, and if you think that *your* parents were tough, try getting away with anything in that house. On high school nights when I came home drunk, I tip-toed through the house like I was trying to sneak out of maximum security.
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