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Gay Field Maneuvers

Nylon floor covered with forest detritus. Ammo tins heavy with unspent rounds near the flap. A sleeping bag rolled up tight as a gymnast. Another sleeping bag, unrolled, with a man named ray in his boxers sprawled on top. He's a sergeant with black hair streaked with gray. Ray's looking down past his erection, towards his mud-streaked boots laying discarded by the flap.
3.1 military

College Slutwhore For Gay Guys

It had always been a struggle, but with no help from home and getting laid off from my part time job, I had pretty well figured out that this was my last semester, unless I could come up with the $500 before they tossed me out. I was sitting in the coffee shop, feeling sorry for myself when the fellow sitting at the next table, a neat guy about my own age, asked me why I was so blue.
3.2 college

Bath House Pussyboy

His grunts and cries of delight only made me pound into him harder, deeper; my balls slapping against his own hanging down behind him and then I stopped and ground my cock into him, my hips moving in a crazy cadence to my short, gasping breathes. His sobbing became softer now. "Tell me you want to be fucked harder", slut.
3.3 encounters

Dick Or Treat

"It was boring," Ben replied, looking up at his room mate's bare legs. "Since the house is on campus, we're not allowed to serve alcohol, and there was a school administrator there all night, to make sure we didn't try anything. Even most of the brothers who live in the house had gone to their rooms, so I took off, too. I figured I'd help you clean up.
3.7 college

Special Friendship with Brian

It was dusk on that late Spring evening, so the fog hastened the darkness and added an "other worldly" feeling to the approaching night. It was barely warm enough to be out on-deck, but after a long Winter of weekend runs to and from the island confined to the passenger cabin below, the open air was a welcome change.
3.3 beginnings

Baltimore Retriever

It's not the classes or the homework. I can handle all the work. It's not the professors or the facilities. I've had a few bad teachers, but they mostly have been very good. And the campus is beautiful; especially in the fall when the leaves turn different colors. No, I couldn't be happier in those respects.
3.8 college

Bid Night

But I think joining a fraternity at a private school is totally different than joining at public university. Name's Tony, a freshman at Tulane University. I just turned 19 and hail from California. For those of you interested in my physical stats, I am 5' 9", 145 lbs with a tight swimmer's build. I'm nicely hairy, light brown hair, blue eyes, and I love my legs.
3.6 college

An Evening With Rich

I'd anticipated eating a good meal and paying about five times what it was worth, and I was right. The headwaiter had seated me at a table for two, one of a row along the back of the room. I was sitting on the bench side, alone at my table. Right next to me was another man about my age, seated on the bench, also alone.
3.4 beginnings

Helping My College Roommate Relax

I walk back into his room to find my room mate sitting there in an old wife beater and some gym shorts. "Dude, I told you to stop putting them off until the day before they are due. How many more pages do you have to go?"
3.3 college

Dan

I hadn't had a good fucking for at least two weeks. That doesn't mean I was without sex for the entire time. I had a few tricks. But none of them could satisfy that special need that itched at my ass. Don't get me wrong. I am not some Nellie queen who will throw their legs up for any hard dick. At 6'2", 190 lbs of hard muscle, I am not a whimp either.
3.9 beginnings

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