1. Harvard Hottie


    Date: 7/26/2015, Categories: True Story, Anal, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Gay, Hardcore, School, Teen Male / Teen Male, Author: queerconundrum, Rating: 89.8, Source: sexstories.com

    was nicely hung. Superficial as it was, I knew that in part it was my looks that put people at ease around me. It was pretty clear that, because of my body, my bright blue eyes, and my light blond hair, it was easy for me to charm people. I didn’t even have to be funny, and people would still laugh at my jokes. It had also made me a pretty big hit with the girls at school, although that quickly lost its appeal. It was somewhat surprising, but when I realized I was more into boys, I actually wasn’t that upset about it. Even though I grew up in the middle of the Bible Belt, my school was progressive enough that being queer was actually something of a social benefit, or at least not much of a problem. I’d also never lacked in self-confidence, so it wasn’t very hard to just tell people to fuck off. I still hadn’t told my parents, but by the time I shipped off to Harvard pretty much all of my friends from school knew that I was playing for the other team. While I waited, I studied the names of my roommates. I had already looked them up on social media of course, and we’d even exchanged a few messages, but knowing that they were just about to arrive filled me with anticipation and more than a little anxiety. My dorm was a suite, with three bedrooms off of a large common room. Since there were going to be four of us in total, that meant that two of us were going to have to bunk up. We’d all agreed that we would wait to draw straws when we got to campus, so it was still up in the ...
    air whether or not I would have my own room or not. Charlie arrived first. I threw my shirt back on as he and his parents entered the room. A sweet, nerdy kid from Ohio, we fell into a fairly easy rapport, in part fueled by the fact that we were both from less-than wealthy backgrounds. Next, Chase walked in. Chase was a track star from Sacramento, and he was friendly if a bit reserved. Now, we only had to wait for Henry to show up… Henry Maxfield Caldwell. I had studied him online extensively. A quick internet search confirmed what his pictures and name suggested. Family net-worth: 3.6 billion. Current relatives in Congress: three. Body: tan and taut in his impressively filled-out speedo while in St. Tropez. Hair: dark, wavy brown. My cock would instantly thicken when I looked at his photos. I had been with a number of hot preppy boys back in Kentucky, but this guy was on a whole other level. I had to stop checking him out, for fear that I would memorize the details of his profile and end up incriminating myself in front of him. About thirty minutes after Chase, he walked into our room. Perhaps unsurprisingly, the Dean of Freshman was helping him and his parents get acclimated—probably unnecessarily, since the Caldwells had been attending Harvard since the 1700s. Harvard might have a shit-ton of money, but that doesn’t mean that it can afford to ignore multi-billionaires. As the Dean rattled on, Henry introduced himself to us. “Hey man, I’m Evan,” I said, as I grasped his hand. ...