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SAE ACTION (pt.1)

        I had wanted to do Jake for three months now, that is, ever since I
pledged SAE here at UGA. He was 22, a junior, and had a massive body with
large pecs and strong thighs. It was obvious he had been a jock at the
private school he went to, as he still sported a closely cropped light
brown flat-top and his neck was thicker and more muscular than most guys' I
had seen around. However, his present reputation at the fraternity was not
that of a jock-- though he certainly was an asset to any intramural team--
but rather that of the socialite. Not only did he bring home a different
woman every night (there were plenty other guys in the house who could pull
that feat), but in general he struck the perfect middle ground between
slumming and style in everything he did-- dress, walk, speech, drinking,
etc.
        The reader may wonder at my obsessive fascination at this man. For
one, I had just come out of high school and was barely eighteen. I had had
sex with plenty of women before, but I began to realize that my fantasies
turned increasingly to men, in particular to the studly men who walked
about the house day after day. Furthermore, coming to college had removed
many of the more puritan inhabitions that had plagued me earlier. No longer
was drinking a major deal; it was a nightly occasion, one that brought me
many a chance to feel up my brothers in the guise of drunken fraternal
affection. Still, I was not yet confident enough to see if other guys
harbored a lust after manflesh. Instead, I beat my meat every night
fantasizing about rubbing cocks with one of the hunks of the house.
        My first action came over thanksgiving break. Most of the guys had
cleared out, except for three of us. My family was in Europe, so there was
no point in me flying across the country to go home. My roommate, Mark had
to work (he was a waiter at a local restaurant/bar), and this other guy
Mike lived locally.
        It was Wednesday night and I was leisurely jerking off in my room.
I heard the front door of the house slam, so I shoved my dick back into my
pants and pretended to be reading a magazine. In a minute, Mark entered the
room, taking off his tie and crisp white button-down. "I got off work
early," he said. "The boss's birthday was today so he gave all of us comp
drinks and a shorter shift." He turned back from the dresser and now was
wearing only a T-shirt stretched taut across his chest, and some khakis. He
wound up his button-down and playfully snapped me with it. "So what have
you been up to this afternoon, stud man? Not getting the hell out of
Dodge?"
        "Nah. I've just been dicking around." I liked Mark a lot when after
he's been drinking; his mood was always more jovial. "Hell, let's get drunk
tonight," he said, "We don't have class tomorrow." I was about to reply
that that wouldn't stop me anyhow, but he was already out the door to get
some Beam and Coke from the kitchen. He came back, waving the bottles and
saying, "Maybe we can be more holiday-like and start on the Wild Turkey
after we finish good stuff." Mark walked over and plopped his large build
onto my bed. I asked him if I should get some glasses, but he said to screw
that, and proceeded to undo the tops of the bottles. He took a swig from
the whiskey and chased it with the Coke, then handed the bottles to me. We
alternated for a while, talking and kicking back, until we started buzzing
pretty hard.
        Mark leaned back against the wall after one swig. "Man, it's
starting to get warm in here." He pulled off his T-shirt, revealing a fine,
slightly tan chest, which sported a few tufts of dark brown hair, mostly
around the nipples and navel. He tossed the shirt in my face, laughed and
collapsed back, onto where my thighs were resting on the bed. His shoulder
landed against my crotch, and I felt my prick start to stir under its
pressure. We continued to drink, and every time Mark would lift his arm for
the bottle, my dick would get a good rubbing. That, and the drunkenness
that was starting slowly to spread over me, made my meat hard under the
fabric of my jeans. I knew that Mark knew what was going on, but he acted
as if nothing was up. I wanted to force the situation to something, so I
said I was warming up (I was) and pulled off my sweatshirt.
        He leaned up over me (his back and chest were marvelously tanned)
and reached for the whiskey bottle on the night stand next to me. He took a
swill, lifting up his arm and giving a fine view of the tuft of dark brown
hair underneath his large bicep. He placed the bottle back down and stared
absently at my chest. "Nice pecs you got there," he said,  "Looks like
you've been working out a lot this semester." He then placed his hand on my
chest and began rubbing the warm skin. I could feel my dick pushing up my
jeans something hard and I had to control my breathing and act non-chalant.
I still didn't know for sure what, if anything, he was up to. maybe he was
just drunk and acting weird. I lifted up the bottle and took a big gulp of
bourbon and felt the burning in my throat at the same time Mark's thick
fingers were making my nipples harden. I was about to go insane, and it was
apparent we were both getting sloshed, so I let my hand fall gently on his
waist.
        That apparently was the cue he had been waiting for, as he
repositioned his knees next to mine and crawled on top of me. Both my hands
crawled up the smooth muscles of his back. He lowered himself down and
placed his lips onto mine. Our toungues darted out at each others and we
were sucking face as if we'd not had sex in three years, tasting the
whiskey and coke on each other's breath in each other's mouth. His stiffer
was poking out against the fabric of his khakis and I could feel the
hardness as he rubbed his crotch against mine. My hands were pulling all
along his back, frantically holding his thick chest muscles next to mine.
Suddenly, his mouth left mine and wandered across the side of my face and
began to nibble and suck at my ear. My hands took advantage of the change
and began to caress Mark's firm pecs and dark-brown nipples. A tuft of hair
trailed down underneath his belt. My hands slid down to undo the fastener
and remove his belt and pants. His legs automatically kicked them off the
bed, and I had a full view of his strong, hairy legs, which I proceeded to
run my fingers through. Mark now crawled back on top of me and resumed
kissing me.
      However, felt more than the fabric of his cotton boxers rub against
my abdomen. His thick prick was poking out of his boxers and against my
stomach, dragging its wet head through the hair that surrounded my navel. I
pushed my hands down the small of his back, under the cloth of the
undershorts and down his taut ass. After kneadin gthe firm mounds a minute,
I ventured to fingure his asshole. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped and increased
his thrusts. Sensing he was about to come, he pulled out of my grip and
knealed up above me. His hands quickly undid my jeans and pulled them off
my sweaty legs. He reached down and grabbed my hairy balls, fingering them
until they were small, furry balls dangling from my stick. Mark took
another swig of whiskey and collapsed back on top of me.
        He began thrusting again and I thought I would go over the edge.
The feel of his firm body over and against mine and of our slimy dicks
rubbing against each other put me in ecstasy. Mark's forearms slid under my
shoulders as he held me tight and begin humping me faster and harder. I
couldn't believe I was doing my hunky roommate and that we were about to
cream onto each other's torsos. The very thought pushed me over the edge
and I threw my load between our heaving bellies. At pretty much the same
moment, his jism launched in with mine. We humped for a minute more, until
we couldn't take any more, then collapsed into each other, sticky with hot
fratman sperm. I started to reach for something to wipe us off, but he
said, "No, wait" and bent down and started licking the come of my chest. I
took the clue and move around so I could lick the milk off him at the same
time. I had never tasted come before and I loved it. It was salty and kinda
sweet but I didn't know if that was because it was two guys' mixed together
or not.

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SAE ACTION (pt.2)

        We finally got up off the bed. I put on my boxers and Mark slid on
his khakis without any underwear. I loved the looking at his butt in the
confines of his pants as he walked in front of me. I followed him into the
kitchen and pulled a couple of Buds out of the fridge. "Where's Mike?" I
asked, passing him a cold one.
        "Oh, he went to Atlanta to get laid."
        "Hell, he didn't have to drive seventy miles to do that."
        "Don't tell me you had your horny eyes on more than one guy in the
house." He nudged me lightly on the shoulder.
        I pushed him back, "Fuck you, Williams. I bet you've popped a hard
one thinking about scoring with one of the guys."
        "No, just you," he said, turning the mock indignation quite
serious. We began kissing again, and I could feel my tool rise again.
        "Shit," he said as he broke our wet kiss. "I'm getting all randy again."
        "I'm still horny as hell, myself," I replied.
        "John, Have you ever wanted to fuck a guy?" His hand slipped into
my boxers and began to run up and down my shaft.
        "What the fuck kind of question is that, dipshit?" I said, pushing
his large build against the wall. I unsnapped his buttons andpulled down
his pants. Mark's huge prick bounced up, fully recovered from its last
copious load.
        I ran my hand along his full meat. "Hey, from your buddy here, I
would think you want some major cock up your ass." Mark lifted himself up
onto the counter and spread his legs. I briefly filed through the cabinets
until I came across a tub of crisco. I smeared some of the grease against
his hole and began to wiggle my finger up it. Mark began moaning in
pleasure and spread his thighs further apart. His prickflesh stuck out
before my face, and I put out my tongue and began to lick the surface. I
could taste the dried come and the saltiness of his skin. By now, I had two
fingers full up his squirming ass.
        I removed my fingers, stood up and pulled off my undershorts. Mark
reached down and greased my stiff member. I began to fuck his lubed hand
and almost got carried away, but remembered the true prize I wanted.
Roughly, I pushed up Mark's thick thighs and shoved my dick against the
entrance to his chute. A quick lunge and I was in and then buried to the
hilt. We began fucking like crazy, me humping into him relentlessly and him
lifting his butt off the counter and shoving himself onto and off of my
thrusting pole. Apparently, I was hitting his prostrate just right, as he
started spewing a major load all over us, shouting in ecstasy. "You wanted
this cock of mine bad, didn't you, bud?" I asked. Two seconds later I shot
my cream up him and nearly passed out. I kept my meat up him as I leaned
forward to kiss his waiting mouth.
        "Fuck, Williams, I've been waiting so long to feel your cream up me."
        We both laughed and finished our beers.

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        The next morning (afternoon really, but I was just waking up), I
stumbled into the kitchen to pour me a bowl of cereal. Mark and Mike were
both there, eating their breakfasts. Mark was all dressed up, khakis,
shirt, tie, to go to work. Mike looked pretty dishevelled, as if he'd had a
pretty long night. I placed my bowl down on the table and plopped my butt
in the place next to his on the tablebench.
        "So what time did you get in last night, there, Mike?" I teased.
        "Ah, about four-thirty."
        "That's early, I guess. Did you get you some in Hotlanta?"
        "Yeah."
        "Well...?" John prodded.
        "Went to this bar and found some hot babe who wanted a good
fucking. What did you fellas do, hang out here and dick each other?"
        I was about to shit, but Mark knew how to play the game: "Nah, we
knew you'ld be jealous."
        "In your dreams," Mike replied. Mark drank down the last bit of his
coffee and announced he was off. We exchanged glares for a second and
silently agreed that Mike was full of shit. Probably went home with some
6'2'' piece of manflesh. Whom he met at a queer bar. Sadly, we would never
know the details.
        Mark left. Mike was about done with his food, but he was in a
chatty mood, so we started talking about nothing really. At one point in
the conversation. His leg brushed against mine, only it didn't puill away.
It just stayed pressed against mine. He was wearing only a pair of Umbros
with white boxers showing from underneath. Just having woke up, I had my
boxers on, and I hoped I didn't get hard or it would be kind of obvious. In
any case, the hair on his thighs felt sexy rubbing up against mine.
        Mike then dropped his fork. I don't know if it was an accident or
not, but bent down to reach it, propping his hand on my thigh. I knew he
was looking for a signal but I was nervous I might be misreading him, so I
just pressed my leg back against his and began rubbing back and forth. He
got the clue and kept his hand there even after he sat back up. He kept
talking like before, which I found so sexy. Mike really was cute, kinda
short, but with a thick build and often a shadow on his face. He had deep
blue eyes and light brown hair, which he usually kept under a baseball cap.
I slid my hand over to his exposed thigh and began to caress it. He
returned the action and began to concentrate his efforts further up my leg.
He reached my boxers. "Boy, you have a hard one now, don't you?" My prick
was poking out of the shorts, so he clasped his hand around it and started
jacking it slowly.
        Precome was drooling down my rod and down the back of Mike's
muscled hand. "Let me get more comfortable," he said, standing up and
shucking down his soccer shorts. Out popped his stiffening meat, which
dangled from side to side as he moved about. "Why don't you make this thing
feel good and hard?" he asked, pushing the lovely cock toward my face. I
had not even fully noticed how big the thing was. It had yet to reach its
full grandeur, but even now it stood a good seven inches high, with a
thickness the size of a vacuum hose. I started to lick along the warm skin
of the shaft, being a bit apprehensive of the task of sucking the bastard.
However, Mike grabbed his prod and pointed it right into my mouth, forcing
the jaws wide open as he steadily slid it in with his hip action. I could
barely breathe much less think with this dickflesh filling up my mouth and
throat but i do know I was in the throes of ecstasy blowing this hot stud.
My arms and hands wandered up his backside, feeling his steeled legs and
his smooth ass. After kneading his muscular mounds for a while, I ventured
to work my finger up his ass. That must have triggered something, because
he started breathing real hard and fucking my face like a motherfucker. If
his sausage left me little breathing room before, it was about to choke me
now. Fortunately, he was on the edge and within seconds, his mega-load
blasted down my throat. I pulled back a little on his huge organ, as I
continued to ride my mouth up and down its steel-hard length. Amazingly,
his cream kept pouring into my mouth, giving me a mild-tasting treat for
breakfast. Finally, his gyrations slowed to a stop and he pulled his plug
from the suction of my mouth.
"Fuck, man, where did you learn to give head like that?" he said, wiping
the sweat off his brow.
"Hell, I don't know," I replied. I was new to giving head --as I was new to
lots of things-- and it seemed I just did what I had to do. "Guess some
guys are naturals."
"Man, get off of that hard bench." He lifted me up and pulled my body to
his. Instantly our mouths met and our tongues rolled around, tasting the
remains of the cum Mike had just shot into my mouth. My dick was poking up
real hard now, now that I could feel the heat of Mike's muscular frame
against me and his still-rigid, jism-moist cock poking into my stomach.
"Why don't we make it back to my room, so we can do some serious fucking?"