Stressed in College 2

Jordan was starting to adjust to college life just fine. His body didn’t hurt either. About 5’7, thin, with a six-pack stomach and blue eyes, and blond, curly hair, made him pleasing on the eyes and got him into the most coveted social circles. Being gay was hard though, as it is for any college freshman. Jordan’s roommate didn’t know, neither did his parents or family. He kept that information to himself --- unless he could use it to his benefit.

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“Bang, bang, bang!” The door shook as the knocks got louder. 
“Leave me the fuck alone!” Doug yelled from his bed, with his face half-pressed against his pillow.
“Come on fucker,” yelled Jim, “I need my chem notebook!” 
Doug ignored him. He knew he would go away eventually. Jim was a moron. They were in the same pledge class together, but the more time they spent together the less Doug liked him. The other brothers were cool, so why did Jim have to be such a pest? 

It wasn’t long before Jim did leave. So Doug stayed in bed, sprawled out. He preferred to sleep nude. Doug was 6’2 and thin with tanned skin, short, brown hair and brown eyes. Doug’s body was almost perfectly smooth, except for a little bit of a trial. He worked out a consistent three times a week, but his good looks came more from genetics, as he even before he started going to the gym his body had a toned look. Doug liked showing off his body whenever possible, although he wouldn’t admit it. 
An hour later, Doug crawled out of bed. He got up and looked out his window. There was still some mucus on the screen from the night before. He had decided to spit out the window not realizing the screen would prevent that. Oh well.

Doug grabbed his towel and headed off to the shower. He was still horny from the night before, the frat had two strippers put on quite a show. He would have to find a girl to get him off sometime soon. Girls were such a pain, so emotional, it seemed like he went through a dozen at a time, and he was running low on options. 

Clean and dressed, Doug bounced downstairs to grab something to eat before his one o’clock class. “Doug,” a voice called from behind. He already knew it was Sean, the fraternity’s president. 
“Yeah,” Doug answered, not bothering to turn around. 
“It’s Friday.”
Sometimes Doug just wanted to sock him. He knew what Sean wanted.
“Lend me your credit card?” Sean asked, “I have to pick up a lot of stuff for the party tonight.”
Doug didn’t respond.
“Come on,” Sean begged, “Your dad’s loaded!”

Doug took out his credit card and threw it at Sean. Just because his father owned a successful company, why did he always have to charge it until they could get the cash together? They were always short too.
“Thanks,” Sean said running off like a little kid with candy, “We’re gonna store some cases in your room too.”
“What…” It was too late, he was gone. “Bastard,” Doug mumbled.

The party was really starting to pick up. The band was loud and the drinks were flowing. Doug was off to a room on the side of the first floor, away from the crowd. He polished off another beer and threw it into his pile. boy, he was smashed. He turned and looked down the room. He could see a pledge, named Tye, walking towards him. Tye was medium-build and about 5’7. An all round nice guy, always relaxed, probably because he smoked a lot of pot. He was with someone that Doug had never seen before. 

“Hey Doug, this is a friend of mine, he wanted to know who the drunk guy on the couch is.” “Great, a comedian,” Doug thought. Tye continued, “His name is Jordan.” The kid, Jordan, smiled, his curly, blond hair and blue eyes seemed almost attractive. “I must be really drunk,” Doug justified.
“Doug!” A voice from the side said. There was Sean looking pissed off, “You on drugs or something?”
“What do you want?” Doug said, holding back the urge to punch him.
“We’re running short on beer; bring down the cases from your room.”

Just as Doug was about to tell Sean to “fuck off,” Jordan chimed in, “I’ll give you a hand with them.” “What the hell,” Doug thought, as he pulled himself up.
Doug and Jordan headed up stairs. Jordan took two steps at a time, making his kakis ride up. Doug stared at Jordan’s ass from behind. Damn, it looked hot. “I really need to find a girl,” he thought to himself. They entered Doug’s room and Doug picked up two of the four cases that hadn’t been taken down yet. Jordan grabbed the other two and they headed downstairs to serving counter. 
“I think there are three left,” Jordan said as they put down their cases.

“What? In my room?” Doug questioned.
“Yeah,” Jordan said, heading towards the stairs.
“Wow, I must be losing my mind,” Doug thought, as they headed back to his room. 
The two of them entered Doug’s room. Doug walked into the middle of the floor and looked around. There sat the king-size bed across from the door; dresser to either side of the room; night stand next to the bed, wide open wood floor; and no beer at all. Doug was so confused he didn’t even notice Jordan shutting the door behind him. “Oops, I must have been wrong,” Jordan said.
Doug looked up still confused, but Jordan quickly sidetracked him, “Do you work out?” 
“Umm, yeah,” Doug said, he didn’t know it was that noticeable. 

“So do I,” Jordan continued, taking off his shirt and flexing, “I try to work my abs the most.” Doug couldn’t help but stare at Jordan’s smooth, hard chest, and small, cute nibbles. “Let’s see your chest,” Jordan prompted.
Doug threw off his shirt, showing his flat, smooth chest and stomach. 
“Nice,” Jordan commented, “I bet you’re hung.”
“Hell yeah,” Doug said proudly.
“How big r u measuring?” Jordan asked, rubbing his hands over his chest.
“Eight and a half,” Doug replied.
“No way,” Jordan answered defiantly.
“Huh?” Doug said, shocked that someone would doubt him.
“Show me,” Jordan challenged.
Doug unzipped his jeans and pushed out his limp, but thick dick. Then, before he knew what was happening, Jordan was kneeling down in front of him and pushing his lips over Doug’s dick. Doug watched, mostly in shock, as Jordan pushed his lips up and down Doug’s boner. It wasn’t long before Jordan had Doug’s shaft wet and hard. 
“This is wrong,” Doug thought to himself, “I’m not a fucking qu---…did this kid just go all the way down?” Doug looked down and watched Jordan deep throat his cock inch by inch, all the way until Jordan’s nose was pressing against Doug’s pubs. “Oh fuck,” Doug moaned out loud. 

“What a great dick,” Jordan thought to himself, as he slid his lips up and down Doug’s shaft. Doug wasn’t lying when he claimed eight and a half inches. Jordan was loving every minute. Doug’s thick, meaty cock satisfied a desire he had felt for days. 

Doug felt Jordan’s warm mouth leave his cock and returned from ecstasy to see Jordan standing in front of him, stripping down. Jordan’s cock had a cute look about it. It stood about six inches and was rock hard. Jordan walked over to the bed and laid down on his back. Opening his legs, he called to Doug, “Fuck me.” 
Doug didn’t waste anytime with responding. Within seconds, he was kneeling in between Jordan’s legs, lining up his monster.
“OHHHH,” Jordan yelled, as Doug pushed his plump head in Jordan’s tight asshole. 

“Fuck,” Doug moaned, as he leaned over Jordan, forcing his pole deep inside. Jordan grabbed his cock and started pumping, as Doug worked his cock in and out.
Now, Doug was leaning all the way over Jordan so he could see Jordan’s face. The pained, yet pleasurable, expression only turned Doug on more, as he pumped his body faster. Doug’s giant slid in and out of Jordan, squeezing in a little deeper each time. After a few minutes, Doug was able to bury his whole pole. Doug banged his monster in and out faster, forcing both of them to moan in pleasure. 

“Oh damn,” Jordan moaned, “I’m gonna blow.”
“Hold on,” Doug urged, “I’m getting close too.”
With sweat forming on his forehead, Doug withdrew from Jordan, which was almost enough to cause Jordan to loose it right there. Doug dropped his body onto Jordan’s and started excitedly humping Jordan. Jordan put his arms around Doug as their chests, legs, and bodies rubbed together. With Doug being bigger than Jordan, every hump made Jordan breath heavier. Doug’s fat cock pressed firmly against Jordan’s twitching dick. Doug moaned, picking up the speed, moving faster and harder.

“Oh fuck!” Jordan yelled, as he spilled his load over his own chest and stomach. Doug didn’t let down though, as he rammed his hard body against Jordan. 
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Doug moaned. Jordan pushed one of his hands against Doug’s ass cheek, as Doug moaned, “I’m gonna cum!” After a few more seconds of furious humping, Jordan felt Doug’s load shoot out onto his chest. “Fuck, fuck,” Doug moaned, as he finished his climax. 

Doug stood up, exhausted, and looked over at Jordan’s cum-covered chest. “Thanks,” Doug said, throwing him a towel. “Any time,” Jordan responded, wiping up the mess. 
Once clean, Jordan got off the bed and pulled on his boxers, Doug had his boxers on and was pulling up his jeans, when the door opened.

Doug and Jordan looked up in shock, the first thought that crossed both of their minds was, “How could we have left the door unlocked?” Standing in the doorway, was a just-as-shocked Tye. 
“What are you two doing?” Tye asked.
“Mind your own fucking business,” Doug snapped. 
“Sorry, never mind,” Tye apologized, as he shut the door. 

Once Jordan left, Doug sat on his bed to think about what had just happened. “It was a quick fuck, that’s all. I’m not gay, pussy is 100 times better. Anyone would have done the same, I mean the mouth on that kid…”

Jordan left the fraternity and headed back towards campus. What a great night. That was his first time with someone so well endowed, and it was better than he had ever imagined. Wow, Doug was hot. And come to think of it so was that other brother…Tye.