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Coach Chris Grey. Upon first glace, he seemed the perfect image of a typical college coach. A rugged, masculine individual, with an Adonis-like body fit to live in the temples of the Gods. Probably his most well known trait from that body was the chest that many students, male and female alike, called a "chest of steel." It was obviously full of nothing but pure, beautiful, hard-earned, bulky-but not too bulky muscle. With a chest like that, it was hard to ignore the perfect outlines those hard pecs left along those tight-fitted white school shirts he always wore. His powerful, sculpted arms, "guns," the team liked to call them, could barely be contained by the thin and pathetic cotton material making up the sleeve. And, as with any man these days it seemed, signs of tribal tattoos were just barely visible from the sleeve hem. When he'd turn to face someone, one could not help immediately noticing the entrancing forest green shade of his eyes. Accompanied by strong masculine features, facial hair kept lightly trimmed but never fully shaved off, and a shaved head from being a former navy man, many called Coach Grey "a bearded Vin Diesel" and it wasn't difficult for him to attract girls, despite the fact that he never really paid mind to his natural charm. He was a dedicated man, and had a lot of heart for the game of football. Although he was at times very strict through tedious hours of practice sessions, he cared ...

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“You guys make the perfect couple,” gushed Cynthia as we drove to the restaurant after the wedding rehearsal.“Thanks,” I said.It had been a long road for both of us. I still couldn’t believe we had made it this far. It seemed like ages ago when we met for the first time. That night we had known each other all our lives but we were strangers at the same time. It was ten years ago. I had just turned eighteen when my group of senior friends decided to go to Ft. Lauderdale for spring break. All the wildest parties were happening there and we were going to experience everything. The drive down was incredibly long. At least half the day was spent on the road. By the time we got to our cheap motel we were hungry, cranky, and more than anything we were itching for some fun. We dropped our stuff in the one room we were all sharing, unpacked only our bathing suits and rushed out to seaside.The ocean was breathtaking but we weren’t there for the view. My friends and I wasted no time in hitting the strip. Every club seemed to be overflowing with beautiful women and muscular studs, something for everyone in our group. Actually I was the only one who was interested in guys but there was no way I could let my friends know. I just tried to act like a pussy craving teenager whenever my friends were around.That night after we went out to ...

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John and Phil were students, at the same university and had been sharing a flat for around six months. They had not previously known one another but had met as a result of Phil answering John's advert seeking someone to share. Life was good for the boys, in their first year away from home, and apart from the usual money problems, which afflict the young; everything was going well. Separate bedrooms meant that they could entertain as many young girls as their stamina would permit, which for both of them was a significant number by anyone’s standard. At nineteen years of age they were at the height of their potency and didn't want to waste a moment. Both guys were athletically built, taking part in as many sporting activities as their studies would allow. One evening when money was tight and, for once, there was little by way of female company, studies or television to create any interest for the boys, they found themselves at a loose end wondering what to do. A rare event. John suggested a game of cards to which Phil responded that cards were boring when no money was involved and currently that was out of the question. John thought about it for a couple of minutes and then said "Listen, I don't want you to get the wrong idea but we could liven things up a bit." "Oh yeah, how do we do that then? " asked Phil, skeptically. "We could play for clothes, just for ...

Get The Full Story At Sticky Pen]]> http://www.stickypen.com/Stories/College/Between-Brothers_537 College Wed, 16 Nov 2005 15:59:47 -0500
His ebony skin shone in the sunlight. I leaned further out onto the balcony to get a closer look. Oh, how I longed to run my tongue over his smooth pecs and washboard stomach. The more I thought of him the more aroused I became. Quickly, I walked back into my room before anyone could notice me lusting after him. The last thing I needed was one of my homophobic frats finding out. I hated the fact that my parents had practically forced me to join this fraternity. They said it would help me make long lasting connections and allow me become a well-rounded man. Although, so far, all I had become was a chronic masturbator. With all this testosterone around me I couldn’t help but stay in a constant state of arousal.I gave my hard on a tug and lay down on my bed. Thoughts of Charles lying out by the pool continued to fill my head. Of all the guys here, I thought of him the most. He seemed to be the most forbidden and, unfortunately, he was also the most homophobic. He was always going on and on about how he had bagged some sorority girl or cheerleader. It was all stereotypical machismo. Although deep down, I wondered if that was all talk.I stuck my hand inside my shorts and encouraged the blood flow to my cock. I just knew if given the chance I could show Charles I was better than any dumb sorority slut. A smile ...

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I was in the first year of college and although I was not built to play football, I really liked the sport. So, I decided that the only way I could be able to see all the games was to volunteer to do some menial job for the team. I got assigned to the equipment locker, which included passing out the towels to all the players as they came into the locker room after their practice. Although I was kind of closeted in my sexual preference, I knew that I did like seeing all of these gridiron hunks as they scampered around in the locker room getting ready for a game or practice. I noticed how many of them were so huge in the thighs from all their activities on the football field - pushing each other around and trying to use their brawn to topple their opponent down. Most of them had handsome butts that just stuck out of their jock strap as it framed the cheeks of those rounded white spheres. Of course, I could see into the shower room. I only had a view of one of the 15 showers from my vantage point in the equipment room, but I would catch a glimpse of one naked body every now and then, standing at that shower, washing the sweat off his well-formed body. I knew that I was feeling a little more than just wanting to watch, but I was certainly not going to make it known that ...

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Was it possible that Trent didn’t know what effect he had on me? He was driving me crazy. He’d been doing this since we were thrown together as college roommates two months earlier.I was sitting at my desk, trying to concentrate on my calculus homework, when the door to our room opened and Trent padded in straight from the shower, dripping wet. He stood there on the carpet, within clear sight of me, and whipped the towel off from around his waist and started to dry himself down. He was whistling and chatting at me, apparently oblivious to the fact that I couldn’t catch my breath well enough to answer him.He was beautiful. He had a lithe, deeply tanned athlete’s body. Everything was perfectly proportioned from his shiny white teeth down to his size nine and a half feet. Everything, that is, except for his outsized cock and low-hanging balls.He slept in the nude, and this evening he showed every sign that he wasn’t going to dress up now just to have to prepare for bed a little later. He moved around the room like a dancer—no, like a big cat stalking its prey—with his heavy cock swaying back and forth. I tried to bury my face in my math problems, but I just couldn’t ignore him. I was glad my knees were under the desk, because I would have been very embarrassed for him to see the hard on he was giving me.At length, he stretched out on his bed ...

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"I don’t want to return home, I don’t want to return home,” I repeated to myself as I sat with my two bags of luggage at the Cambridge Railway Station. My knocker was filled with thoughts of the petty manners, stifling etiquette, and empty conversation that I would have to endure back home at the Howard Estate in York. Oh, how I despised such trifles! Almost at every turn in Howard one would encounter a stately young lady burning inside with a desire that could only be fulfilled through marriage, at least in those times, the 1920’s. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with those locusts who wanted me for my parents’ extravagant wealth and old name. I wouldn’t have wanted anything to do with the stuffy old buggers anyway: they did not tickle my fancy, one might say. The gushing young women who often stayed as guests at my family’s estate were not the only reason I so dreadfully loathed the thought of returning to York—the women were only one small part of the stuffiness there. My family followed the old English idea that affluence and stateliness must necessarily lead to behaving overly traditional; or, in other words, to act like complete arses. I have disagreed with them ever since I was a young lad, but of course could never bring myself to vocalize those sentiments. To do so would undoubtedly have lead to any number of unwanted consequences, such ...

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I saw him around the party a couple of times throughout the night. Raul, a tall, caramel skinned Puerto Rican football jock from my high school was at a college party. When we finally got up close, I introduced myself and I was glad he recognized me and was happy to see me. He yoked me up in welcome. He was one of those guys who were stronger than they thought. He hid evidence of athleticism and strength underneath his form fitting Lacoste polo shirt. At a glance I noticed a chiseled waist, an intimidating bulge that necessitated a wide stance; muscular thighs; explosive looking calves; strong ankles and well-arched, thick feet. We exchanged our new phone numbers and promised to catch up sometime and to have fun throughout the night! At first I couldn’t stop thinking about him as he talked to a few girls, roughhoused with his boys. As he got more and more drunk, the clothes naturally came off. Everyone was like that- it was a good party. When I saw that the line to the bathroom had died down, I took my opportunity to piss. I whipped my member out and, being a little drunk, felt it was okay to play with it a little as I thought about the fine girls at the party, Raul, and what he’d probably do to them. Suddenly, I heard a brief hard knock behind me and turned around. It ...

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From the top of the landing I could see everyone walk by. A tall dark haired boy passed and looked up to where I was standing. Oh please let him come up, I thought to myself. I was getting hard just thinking about kneeling between his long muscular legs. I looked the other way and shifted my books from one hand to the other, trying my best to look nonchalant. I glanced back down as he approached the stairs and went into one of the classrooms on the lower floor. “Damn it!” He was so hot, I thought to myself. Could it be that I was coming off too eager, I wondered. Nah, that couldn’t be the case. It was just a bad night. That’s all it was, I thought. Some nights there were guys all over the place, other nights no one would show up. I imagined some guys were also scared off by the article in the school newspaper about the guys who got busted fooling around here last month. But they were dumb. Who would think of fooling around in the middle of the day? Besides, everyone knew what went on in these restrooms. If campus police really wanted to bust somebody they would have done it a long time ago. Just thinking about how many guys I’d met up here got me hard all over again. Some of them I would never see again, others I would run into on campus, ...

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"Jericho, can you please stay after class?I looked at the kid, trying to appear serious and levelheaded. He was a disruption-he talked the whole class, answered his cell-phone during my lectures, and was completely disrespectful. I would put him in his place; I was the authority figure here, right?The truth was, I was terrified of him."Excuse me, Mr. Tate?""You heard me. I'd like you to stay after class." Oh god. There it was. The look. The look that made me feel about four feet tall. He rose from his seat and came towards me; slinging his designer bookbag over one shoulder and tipping huge black sunglasses over his steaming, silvery-blue eyes. Raking a hand through his ashen, platinum blonde hair he came face to face with me and looked up into my face-if that's where he was looking behind those glasses. The kid drove me nuts. I was not his peer. Having his father pay for everything he wanted didn't automatically give him the right to treat people however he wanted. But more than that, he infuriated me because every time he sneered at me smugly, my ass would clench tightly and my cock would swell in my pants. The way his perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrowed in concentration (in the moments he was actually listening) made me feel light-headed. He was beautiful. He oozed sex, slinking around the school like some sort of spirit: a blatant, sexual energy that was almost genderless. His limbs were long and thin with toned ...

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