Almost a sophomore in college, I had already become bored of school. Every week was the same: classes nine to four on Monday through Thursday; tedious lectures on Friday; and typical frat parties on weekends. At these parties I often got drunk, and occasionally ended up screwing some chick by midnight. I don't mind girls, but I guess I’m just a lot more sexually attracted to guys. No one really knows about this, though. I've had sex a couple of times with guys from different towns, but this barely satisfied me. Some of the boys in my dorm were so unbelievably hot; I often had to jack off at least once a day in a bathroom stall.

One Friday, however, during a particularly long history lecture, I became hornier than ever. This was for two reasons: 1. I hadn't had any kind of sex for two weeks (basically all the girls on campus just found out what STD's were) and 2. The history lecturer, Mr. Amoretti, was damn hot. He was in his mid-thirties I would guess, and of Italian descent; having dark brown hair combed straight back, and tantalizing green eyes.

Fuck the American Revolution, I thought. Just do me!

I had my head down on the desk just like everyone else, but instead of staring into space, I was staring at something else – Mr. Amoretti’s crotch. I couldn’t make out any bulge but I fantasized that it was because he was wearing tight briefs; whenever he turned around I got a mouth-watering eyeful of his big, round, muscular butt cheeks. It made my jaw unhinge every time. My cock had become almost painfully hard in my jeans, and I could feel bits of precum dripping on my thigh. I stared relentlessly at him, trying to picture him naked. I hoped he was hairy – I loved hairy men, though I had never actually been with one. The other guys I had had sex with were the hunky, blonde, surfer-type dudes who were naturally less hairy, or shaved. But when it came to internet porn, my top two keywords were: “hairy“and “Italian”.

RING. RING. RING.

Class was over. By the time I got all of my things together (trying to give my raging erection time to soften) the entire class was nearly gone. Once I was sure there was no visible bulge in my jeans, I headed for the door to the lecture hall. I turned to get one last look at Mr. Amoretti’s muscular backside, but he had already left for his office.

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Around eight o’clock that night I got a call from my friend Kyle.

“Yo bro,” he slurred, probably drunk, “There’s a mad party down here at JC’s dude. You gotta come check it out!”

I wasn’t particularly in the mood to go to any party, and I didn’t think banging some girl would satisfy my erection as much as a nice whack off to some Men’s Health magazines. Yet, I hadn’t been out in while and I felt I could use a couple beers so I put on some tighter briefs and headed to the party.

Inside JC’s house, which was right off campus, music was blaring and there must have been at least a hundred people inside, sweating in the June heat. I drank a few cans of beer and said hey to some of my buddies. It was only 9:30 but everyone was pretty much wasted. The second time a girl grabbed my ass I