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Thank you, @akascrubber! I appreciate your kind words and the feedback!
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Thanks, @chris191070. I'm very glad you enjoyed this part of Jody's journey. I hope you will enjoy Part 2 as much!
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Senior Year As my freshman suitemate Quinn had predicted at the beginning of the fall semester, my senior year was indeed a great year. My coursework was mostly interesting and my grades were good. My baseball scholarship covered my bills with a little augmentation from my savings from my summer salary and some nice gifts from my parents. I bought a Chevy Monte Carlo that provided some classy transportation that impressed the sorority girls whenever I needed a public date. And I h
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Thinking about the Future During my senior year, I thought a lot about what I would do next. I wanted to go to graduate school and hoped to go into a corporate finance department after that. But, there was the issue of military service standing between me and that vision of my future life. In 1969, with the War in Vietnam at its unpopular peak, the government established a lottery for drafting young men into all branches of the service, although most draftees went to the Army since
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Summer 1973 The first few weeks of summer were quite busy as there were a lot of major events to fit into the schedule. As I’ve already described, Len and I along with his fiancée Becca and her maid of honor Alicia had a weekend in Omaha to see the collegiate world series finals. After our trip to Omaha, Len and I drove back to Charlotte in his big old Bonneville. I had to return a week later for the summer baseball camp and some hot times with Coach Stan, but I did have a week’s v
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Big Changes My junior year was Len’s and Micky’s and Louis’ senior year. It wasn’t obvious at first, but soon became clear that all three of them had subtle, but significant, changes in their general attitudes and approach to life. The first big shake-up happened the weekend after we all got back to campus, before classes had even started. Gorgeous Louis went out to dinner with Loretta on Friday night while the rest of us stayed in to try to get our suite set up for an easy year.
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@CCinPS, thank you very much for your kind words about Hustler at the Capitol. I'm always thrilled when a reader makes the effort to thank me for the writing. I often fall in love with my characters, as I did with both Art and Mike, and that makes the development of the story a great time for me. I hope you will enjoy some of the others. Cheers. PS -- Is that Palm Springs?
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Summer of '72 For the remainder of the summer of 1972, I ate lunch with my new paramour Jeff each weekday in the company cafeteria. We were close together all day in the office where we were working on the same accounts and discussing how to handle certain entries in the ledgers. I learned a lot of practical accounting from him and I also learned a lot about life as a single gay man. Jeff was 41 years old, had grown up in Savannah, Georgia, and had the slow, drippy accent to
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Spring The spring of 1971 set the patterns that played out throughout my four wonderful years as a Tar Heel and, indeed, through my time in the Navy, too. In addition to the team celebrations (sex parties), I still took good care of Len’s libido at other times and neither Micky nor Louis ever had any complaints either. Coach Stan (pictured) fucked me once a week at a celebration. I think he wanted to show the team that he was a natural top man, which he so was! He also fucked me late at
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Spring Semester I was quite pleased with my grades from the fall semester, which were A’s in 14 credit hours and one lone B in Intro to Biology, a 4-credit course mostly due to some issues in lab work. My 3.61 GPA was good enough to put me on the dean’s list and to get me into a top-flight graduate school someday if I could maintain it. It was certainly good enough to keep me eligible to play a varsity sport such as baseball. It was also good enough to qualify me for a lot of scholarship
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An Unusual Suggestion After he got us beers, Coach Jordan and I sat on the sofa against each other as we recovered from our spectacular coupling. I noticed there was not a big romantic act or declaration, which simultaneously disappointed me and relieved me. “Jody, you are one hellaciously incredible bottom boy!” “Thanks, I think.” “That’s definitely a compliment. You took a long and heavy pounding without any apparent discomfort. Most guys would not have gone the distanc
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A Rendezvous with a Ravenous Coach The address Coach Jordan had written on the back of his card was a two-story row house on the end of a red brick building containing six houses. All the trees and shrubs looked very young and I wondered how long he had lived here. My Timex showed I was 13 minutes early, which was due to my excitement, no doubt, so I sat in the Bonneville Len had graciously loaned me for the visit. After a couple of minutes, I saw Coach’s door open to reveal him standing
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By the end of October, Len and I were still having daily sex but we had drawn our suitemates Louis and Micky into our sexual activities and I was having sex with them a couple of times a week, too. I had also met the lovely Keller brothers Phil, Blake, and Hal and their almost-8-inch cocks. After the first time Len and I partied with the Kellers, we were always invited over whenever their landlords were away. In early November, we went to their garage apartment for dinner with the three curly
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Throughout the Fall semester, I continued to go out with the very attractive Sandy from Indiana. Without a real conversation about it, we seemed to develop an understanding that we would be each other’s plus one anytime we needed the support and we would go out to dinner or a movie with friends, but that there were no strings attached and no expectations of a long-term thing. We were together for convenience, not commitment. About six weeks into the semester, we had one of our occasional
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The Fall semester was not all sleep, eating, and sex as you have probably come to imagine. Nope. I had courses to take just like any Freshman: English Lit, American History, Finance 101, Accounting 101, Biology 101, and PE. Seventeen college credits kept me pretty busy, but it wasn’t bad because Len, Micky, and Louis were also busy college men. In addition to going to class, studying for the courses, and other on-campus life stuff, we all worked out religiously and Len and I spent some time
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What an awesome suggestion, @long1jo! Anyone out there know any producers and directors of XXX gay movies?
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Phil and Blake Keller lived about 10 minutes away from our dorm on the opposite side of the campus in a very well-appointed garage apartment at the home of a couple of UNC professors who went out of town frequently. On this weekend the owners were attending a professional conference in Chicago, so we would have the premises all to ourselves. The premises consisted of the main house, a 2-story Tudor that must have had five or six thousand square feet of space, a 3-car garage with the boys’ apar
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Len fucked me gently the next morning until he flooded my bowels with a warm load of semen. This time I did not get an orgasm, but I didn’t care because the joy of giving Len such satisfaction was quite enough for me. As I got our mugs of coffee, Micky walked up behind me silently, startling me by putting his arms around me in much the same way as Len had held me from behind during our first fuck. He pressed a very nice erection against my butt, crushing me against the counter with his bo
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When I told Len I was ready to lose my innocence, he broke into a huge smile. “Wonderful. I think the best way is with me on my back so you can get above me and sit on it. That way you have complete control and can take it at whatever speed is comfortable.” He slipped his other fingers out and I had a sort of sad, empty feeling. We shifted so he could get in the center of the small bed on his back. He extended his legs out straight until his heels hung off the mattress. As I strad
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All day that Friday I had difficulty concentrating on anything: classes, my workout, conversations, even Len, as my mind kept rolling around the idea that in just a few hours I would be taking another man’s penis into my guts for the first time ever. The fact that the penis in question was attached to the magnificent Len and that I’d already gotten a lot of experience of taking said penis into my throat only served to increase my anxiety. I knew well how long (almost nine inches) and thick (al
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Thanks, @Philippe! You are being so kind! I do use that idea of characters not being aware sometimes. I hope you will enjoy the story!
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We attended the football game against South Carolina on Sunday afternoon. Afterwards, the Tar Heels (what a stupid name!) were pretty excited that evening since they’d had a good win against the Gamecocks (an even stupider name, but kind of sexy). We four sat at a corner table in the dining room while the footballers hung out on the other side of the room, laughing and slapping backs and butts. At our table a very important conversation took place amidst the frivolity of the celebrations. It
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Before I knew it, summer was ending and I was driving my yellow 1965 Ford F100 pick up to Chapel Hill, loaded with my clothes, shoes, books, toiletries, photos, linens, pillow, and assorted stuff. I parked as near the dorm’s front walkway as I could. When I got out of the car, I stretched as tall as my 5’9” Irish-Italian frame would reach. It felt good to reach for the stars after a few hours in the car. Dressed to impress in a pair of cutoff jeans and a snug white tee emblazoned with “Prope
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Thanks, y'all, for the feedback on the photos. It is sometimes hard work to find just the right photo and get it posted, but it is a fun sideline to the writing. I'm glad some of you are enjoying them!
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When I awoke to the sounds of Garret flushing the toilet, it was a couple of minutes after 8 a.m. Somewhere in my brain, I heard Len’s marvelous voice say, “Good morning, cocksucker!” Thinking I might have actually heard that, my eyes flew open and to my relief I was alone in the bedroom. I got out of bed, rummaged in my luggage and pulled out my high school uniform. I put it on but wore street shoes. I put some street clothes in my duffel along with my baseball shoes and a towel. When
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