A College Seminar

This is a story about Troy, a young college student given
the chance to attend a convention of students that involved
student college government. Since he attends school in
Arizona the chance to take a trip to Washington DC to learn
the inner workings of both the US government and meet with
students with like interests was a dream come true.

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Drinks with the Water Polo Boys

One average afternoon I was online browsing through an online
networking site, looking through friends lists of my friends, addicted to
the new website like most of the kids at my school. I looked down at my
watch and realized I only had about 15 minutes left before I would clock
out and leave work. I had secured a pretty cool summer job as an office
assistant and general lackey for the Medical School’s legal department.
Most days I had plenty of filing and copying and research to do, but today
two attorneys were sick; I certainly didn’t mind the free time at almost
$20 an hour.

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Jock Body

I was told this story by a good friend of mine, and have put it on
paper (in electrons) with his permission.

My Junior year in college I took a class in advanced kinesiology that
had a required lab that lasted the entire summer between my Junior and
Senior years. My ‘project’ was an incoming eighteen year old freshman
by the name of Ken Sweet. The kid (I’d done my military service before
attending college, so I was twenty-five at the time) was a jock on a
scholarship and I was supposed to help him improve his performance.
Coach Burke, the head coach of the University and Professor Jameison,
my instructor, had both told me that the kid had great potential, but
never quite managed to make the grade. He was on the provisional
scholarship list and his performance this summer, or lack of it, would
probably be the deciding factor in his case.

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Dorm Room Touchdown

“Well goodbye son.” Josh’s dad called as he drove away, leaving Josh
alone.
Josh was a freshman at Virginia College. He had been recruited
to play at this college for his outstanding sports records and high quality
academic scores. He was able to balance out his constant practice schedules,
work out schedules, and still managed to keep perfect grades in all of his
advanced placement courses. Josh was one of the world’s best guys. He was
willing to help anyone at anytime despite their “Social Status” and though
this noble personality he was involved in many extra circular activities that
gleamed brightly on his college application. Josh was 6 foot tall and weighted
close to 175 lbs. He was very physically fit but was constantly pushing
himself to excel in all points of life. He woke up early every morning at 6 am
to start his 5 mile jog around his block, then returned home to do push up’s,
sit up’s pull up’s, and many other strenuous activities to keep his body in
tip top shape. His eyes were a navy blue that complimented his
sandy blonde hair. This A & F look, along with his “Star Athlete Body” made
him the magnetic for every girl that gazed upon his beauty.

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A Bad Happy Ending

I am Craig. Any boi would love to get their hands on me, but they won’t.
I will stay a virgin until Jeff decides to have sex with me. That might be
never. He is about as straight as a guy can be. Although he looks like a
male model, curly dark hair, slight beard shadow, great shoulders and
narrow waist he doesn’t even realize that he’s hot. Even his toes are
outstanding, perfectly straight with three hairs on each one. His smile
make you squint your eyes, it’s so bright.

Jeff is an all around good guy. He plays baseball for the Uni. But manages
to devote time to tutoring at the local adolescent Detention Center.

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Sigma Delta Delta

Thank god! It’s Friday afternoon and my last class, ‘Political Science-The
Structure of a Republic,’ has just finished. Free at last. Free for the
whole weekend. And there was going to be a big party over at my new
fraternity house. I had just pledged Sigma Delta Delta, the most
prestigious jock house on campus and had been so flattered that they had
rushed me, and pledged me.

All the biggest athletic stars on campus belonged to Sigma Delta Delta. It
was THE house, and I never expected to get in there. I was just a lowly
sophomore majoring in government, and the only sport that I went out for was
Crew. I was a coxswain, because I was very light, and they needed a light
guy as coxswain, so that they could row fast and win all the boat races.

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Coaching a Young Jock

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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Jace

Brandon had heard about it through a friend. He had heard about it
through a few people, actually; it seemed to have almost a cult-status.
Guys tended to talk about it in whispers. They kept it hushed. He had no
idea why. All he knew was that, at this point in the term especially, he
needed a way to relax. Admittedly, it was a bit strange. The concept of a
celebrity stress-reliever, a guy to seek out on campus, left him scratching
his head. It confirmed the stereotype that, at this top-tier university,
people would do anything to alleviate pressure. With papers to write, and
tests to take, and research to conduct, it was a wonder you could find
undrank coffee anywhere. Lately, it was all getting to him more than
usual. It seemed there was a limit to how long he could stay hunched over
a desk. While he had never before considered seeking out treatment, in
light of the circumstances, he was willing to give it a shot.

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Playing Possum

Mickey has just brought another “guest” back to the dorm room we share.
He’s been doing this for months now, ever since we started rooming
together. Two or three times a month he’d cruise the bars for some hunky
guy and bring him back to our room and fuck him while I’m sleeping. At
least, he thinks I’m asleep. In reality I’m playing possum. It’s not like
I’m a pervert or anything, but if he has the nerve to bring guys back here
to fuck while I’m supposed to be sleeping then I have the nerve to listen
to the wildest sex I’ve ever heard. I don’t touch myself, however, no
matter how turned on I get. I’m afraid I might make too much noise and
they’d be aware I was masturbating to their love making.

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Diving In

Luke typically waits for the sound of silence before showering after a
swimming competition. By this, Luke means that no showers are running and
no voices can be heard coming from the shower areas. No larrikins flicking
each other with wet towels, no-one farting, shitting or pissing in the
adjacent loos. It’s a peace and quiet he’s come to love, a much needed
refuge after the hysteria of the competition, the adrenalin, the intense
focus, the adoration of his team and coach and father and brothers, and the
ubiquitous university paparazzi. He would be much happier winning in a
cocoon and not having to deal with all the bravado and bravura. Winning he
loves. No doubt about it. But for the rest he just puts one foot in front
of another, knowing that it’s almost as ephemeral as the 50 metres
themselves.

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