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

    Maybe it was just my eager imagination, but I couldn’t help but think that his eyes lingered on me a beat or two longer than expected. After the Caldwells left, we got down to the business of dividing up rooms. To my surprise, Henry seemed to be perfectly down with bunking up if need be. In fact, he was remarkably down to earth. “I’m used to seeing people metaphorically blow my dad,” he said with a laugh as the Dean left, “but to be honest, it’s pretty embarrassing. I’m cool with whatever.” We quickly realized that we didn’t have any straws or anything to choose the rooms, so Chase suggested we just rock-paper-scissors it. I already knew how I wanted this rooming situation to end up, so I said we should pair up, and the losers would live together. With any luck, I would be able to get Henry alone every single night. We faced each other for best two out of three, me with Chase and Charlie with Henry. I watched their game far more intently than I did mine, and it came as no shock when I “lost” following two half-heartedly thrown scissors. Charlie seemed pretty intent on winning, and when he threw the final winning paper, he let out a long “yesss.” I wanted to cheer too, but I was composed enough to keep my cool. Henry actually seemed pretty excited to have a roommate. “Dude,” he said, “I’m so jazzed to be here. I think it’s gonna be a fucking blast.” “Haha definitely man. By the way, I don’t really have much stuff,” I said, “so you can feel free to take up a bit more space.” ...
    “Really? You’re sure it’s not a hassle?” “Nah man, when you come from bumfuck nowhere Kentucky, you don’t really end up with many material possessions.” “Cool! Thanks. I actually didn’t end up bringing very much either.” “And why is that? It’s pretty clear you’re not exactly hurting for money there.” “True, but I also kinda don’t give a shit about all of that stuff. I mean, it’s nice, don’t get me wrong, but honestly, I’m sort of terrible at being rich.” “Well that’s good, cause I’m pretty awful at being a hillbilly,” I laughed. “I ain’t never fucked my cousin or gone squirrel huntin’ or nuthin,” I said, putting on my best “Deliverance” accent. Henry cackled. “Nice, dude. Hey, you wouldn’t mind if I changed real quick, right? I mean, since we’re living together, we’ll probably have to get used to it.” “Have at it bro. I’ll probably do the same.” Henry opened up one of his two trunks and pulled out several articles of clothing that probably cost more than a semester’s tuition. Humble or not, he was still a rich kid. I reached into my big Army surplus duffel bag and grabbed another shirt and a change of shorts. We both stripped off our shirts and pants, leaving us in just our underwear—mine were Hanes, his were Hermes. With the studied nonchalance of good looking men, we didn’t even try to avert our eyes. His body looked even better than in the photos. He was slightly less muscular than me, but the muscles on his arms popped nicely and his pecs were firm and hairless. He even had ...