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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

“Honestly? A little. I mean, no one was naked or anything, but the vibe was really charged. It seemed like everyone was like two minutes away from a self-satisfied circle jerk.” “That kinda sounds like it could be my scene,” I said, flashing a grin. “I promise you, it wouldn’t be. These guys were the definition of douchebag.” “Well, sounds like you had sort of a shitty night bro.” “I know. My dad will probably disown me if I don’t join up though, so I guess I might just have to bite the bullet.” “I feel for you man. Maybe this will help.” I fished around in my suitcase for the parting gift from my grandpa: a bottle of bourbon. “Oh Christ, that’s absolutely what I need.” “Got any cups?” I asked, as I stood up and stretched, at least in part to show off my slightly sweaty torso. “I think there’s a stack of solo cups in the common room. Want me to invite Charles and Chase?” I eyed the bourbon bottle, and then gave him a conspiratorial smile. “How bout we just work on this ourselves?” He smiled back. “Sounds like a plan.” Quietly, he slipped into the common room and grabbed the stack of cups while our suitemates obliviously played Call of Duty. He walked back in and set the cups on the desk. “What should we drink to?” “We can drink to ‘the tradition of our forbears’…” I said. “Jesus,” Henry said. “That speech…” “I know man,” I said, as I cracked open the bottle and poured a couple of shots worth into our cups. “I don’t know if I can survive four more years of speeches like ... that.” “Hey, we’re Harvard men now. We’re steeped in that tradition,” he said, as we plunked the plastic cups together in a pretty lame ‘cheers.’ “True,” I said, as we both sipped the bourbon. Henry coughed a bit as he took another sip. “Pretty strong, eh?” “Yeah, but it hits the spot.” Over the next hour, we proceeded to get pretty hammered. Finally, Henry looked at me, his eyes slightly hooded from the booze. “So…” he said, before trailing off. “So what?” “Were you jerking off when I came in here tonight?” I smiled, emboldened by the liquor. “Yeah, I’d imagine it was pretty obvious.” “Yeah man, you’re not exactly inconspicuous down there.” “I suppose not. Why do you bring it up, if I might ask?” I asked, with the overly formal intonations of a drunken teenager. “Ummmm,” he said, biting his lip. For the first time, I noticed he was getting pretty antsy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where this was going, I thought with sudden clarity. “Well…” “It’s ok man, I get it. I mean, like I said, there’s nothing wrong with being curious.” “Honestly, I’ve only ever had a few fleeting daydreams in the past. I’ve never even seen another guy’s erection before. But dude, you’re fucking gorgeous. When I first saw your pics online, something sort of clicked.” “You have no idea how much I wanted to hear you say that.” “Um, actually, I think I do. That’s why I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.” Slowly, Henry stood up from the chair and made his way over to my bed. I suddenly remembered ...