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

    that deep cleft in the center of his abs that drives me fucking wild. “Damn dude,” he said. “You’re pretty cut!” “Haha, I guess,” I replied, trying to remain coy. “Right back at ya.” “You get a lot of play?” he said, settling into the rhythm of locker room banter. “My fair share I guess,” I said. I figured I’d just go ahead and pull the trigger. “Actually, since we’re living together and all, I should probably let you know…I like dudes.” “Really? That’s kinda surprising!” he exclaimed. “You, uh, didn’t really ping my gaydar.” “Yeah, I think that it can be hard to get past the good ‘ol boy element sometimes, but I’m definitely gay.” “No worries man. I’m pretty straight, but I think it’s really cool that you’re out. Was that hard down South?” As he said this, I stole a glimpse of his crotch. There was a moderate but nevertheless noticeable bulge forming. “It would’ve been in my hometown, but at school it actually wasn’t. I mean, you’d probably be a little surprised by how many of the boys there let me know about their ‘curiosity.’” “Dude, my school was exactly the same way. It was an all-boys school in the city, so even though there were like six other girls’ schools on the same block, a bunch of my friends insisted that they had to fool around with each other because there weren’t any girls around.” “Haha I know right? I mean, I’m all for curiosity, but just fucking man up if you like cock.” My aggression surprised me a little bit, but it had always annoyed me when closeted ...
    guys would treat me like shit after hooking up. “I feel you man,” he said, and I noticed that neither one of us was rushing to get our clothes on. What had he meant, “pretty” straight? That’s not how totally straight guys talk, but maybe that was just the way that fancy New York prep schools equipped their students to combat heteronormativity. I had to stop my mind from racing through the possibilities, though, because already I could feel my cock begin to stiffen in my briefs. We both got around to actually getting clothed and joined our suitemates in the common room. It was nearly dinner time, so we made our way in the huge crowd of confused freshmen over to the dining hall. The freshmen dining hall was the most absurd room I had ever been in. The length of a football field, it was filled with chandeliers and stained glass. Statues of John Adams and John Winthrop looked down on us somewhat condescendingly as we ate surprisingly non-fancy dining hall food. “Hey Cald-ster,” someone called out, and Henry whirled around to see one of his friends from high school, a Vanderbilt or a Rockefeller or something. I only knew my suitemates, so I was instantly terrified that I would now be doomed to eat by myself while my roommate bro’d out. Henry turned to me, though, and introduced me to his friends. “Hey guys, this is Evan. He’s nowhere near as dumb as he sounds.” Somehow even this stupid insult seemed charming coming from him. I was fully practiced with integrating myself into groups ...
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