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I was in a college fraternity at the University of Delaware and I'd enjoyed the wonders of living in my frat these past two years: about 25 guys, l8 to 23 years of age, at the prime of their sexual allure and most were horny as hell all their waking hours. I was an avid sportsman. I like the physical exertion and closeness to other guys. Living in such a house was like a dream come true to me.

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As most young men do, they usually dressed in minimal clothing, the better to admire their physiques whenever they passed a mirror. And horny guys in same-sex housing frequently turned to the most easily available body-to-body contact available. Most often, the impromptu wrestling match was used to alleviate our pent-up frustrations. My roommate arrived back from classes. He was in class all day so ached to relieve the cerebral stress by rushing into our room, stripping down to a T-shirt and shorts and lay across his bed.

I was lying casually in my jockeys on the bed reading a chemistry textbook. His eyes were closed in an effort to take a short nap. I couldn't have this so I jumped on top of my roommie where he lay, and for the next five to ten minutes we were going at each other until one or the other said, "Okay, I give! You win!! We were going at each other and our their legs entwined one another, just knowing that our cocks were pressed into each other Gay athlete sex stories made me shoot my wad. I had to grab a towel to his my boner and head for the showers. While in the shower, I thought about what could have been.

Just thinking about our matches gave he a hard-on. But after two years in such a sexually stimulating environment I was beginning to weigh the risk versus my own mounting sexual frustration. I had come close to getting it on with a frat buddy. But we only threw boners and played grab ass through either underwear or gym shorts. I was determined to actually "do" something with a guy. But I didn't have the guts to try anything with the guys who knew me for fear of rejection or the ridicule that would follow.

I had to bide my time and then go for it. My roommate had moved out at the end of the Fall semester. I would be getting a new roommate and it was during "pledge rush" that I finally threw caution out the window and go for it. Among the fifteen freshmen pledges we'd taken was one named Greg and as handsome as any male I'd ever seen.

He was ased to room with me as an older brother to show him the ropes in the frat house. He stood about 5' l0" and weighed about l65 lbs. His pale olive skin complexion was flawless We had bunk beds. I slept on the lower bunk, and Greg, the top. Every night I'd see him climb into bed. His jockey filled basket was only a short distance away from my eyes. I was always tempted to get closer to his package, but feared that he might feel my breath on his jockeys. Many a morning, I was witness to the tent from Gay athlete sex stories morning hardon in his jockeys.

Our room was near the floor's communal shower. About six weeks into the semester, I got out of bed to take a leak. When I entered the john, I recognized Greg's voice humming to himself in the shower. I had learned the two things which put a smile on my face: Greg liked to shower very late, just before turning in for bed; and he liked to take very long showers. I often ed him in these showers, which gave us time for extended, idle conversation on topics of mutual interest, and I had carefully avoided too-soon introducing the topic of wrestling before we had a chance to get to know one another.

As gorgeous as Greg was, especially naked under the hot, steamy flow of water, I'd always managed to keep my cool. But I was feeling particularly horny this night and so threw caution to the wind. I invented a story about how much a friend and I in our high-school days had enjoyed wrestling matches in a grassy field near where we lived. Interestingly, he said he'd never had an experience like I described, but seemed intrigued by the idea. He asked a of questions about the matches I'd had with my friend, and I thought I detected a growing curiosity on his part.

Greg said what most appealed to him was the idea of testing one's limits. The only wrestling he said he'd ever done was in gym class.

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But he added that the coaches only seemed to care about teaching rules and regulations more than encouraging fun in the activity. He also suggested it had seemed silly to stop wrestling simply because a guy's shoulders were on the mat. He most liked the notion of a contest in which there would be no time limits, no pinning to achieve victory.

In his theoretical match, the contest would end by the loser submitting to the winner. Once he'd worked out all the pertinent details in his head, he said "I'd like to wrestle a no-holds-barred, anything goes match with me to submission. Fair or dirty tactics, the match would continue until one combatant achieved total victory over the other. I started to quiver from the excited anticipation, and tried to hide the fact by vigorously toweling off.

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When we came into our room, I locked the door behind us. But seeing our mutual nakedness and not wanting to push this first encounter too far, I went into my bureau and pulled out two pairs of shorts.

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I handed Greg a pair, but he asked "What are these for? Let's do it. The air was electric with our energy. We both knelt down about two feet from each other. He reached out for a headlock at the same moment so did Gay athlete sex stories. We had our faces pressed firmly next to one another and were grinding and straining to each pull the other over. Since we were pretty evenly matched in strength and weight, neither of us went down right away. I wanted to test his willingness to use illegal tactics, but I didn't want to be the one to initiate the first dirty move.

But our deadlocked headlocks persisted until I could hold off no longer. I grabbed his hair with my right hand and yanked him over in one quick move. Greg was now on his back, I on my was beside him, on my back, as well. With one arm still squeezing my head, Greg used his other arm to push hard against my chin in an effort to break the headlock I held. I grabbed his arm, wrenched it behind his neck and pulled it tightly to me.

Now I could rest, holding him pinned down and tightening the headlock. Or so I thought. He tried to squirm his way out of the hold. I grabbed his hair and yanked him off balance, just enough that he lost control and I flipped over atop of him, grabbing his neck with one arm, my right arm with his right arm, my whole body stretched prone on top of him. Which meant, of course, my prick was lying right on top of his ass. As he squirmed and struggled I tightened my legs around him and I was sure he detected a stiffening of my cock from the friction our bodies were creating.

I also knew for sure that his cock was hardening against the rug beneath him. After two Gay athlete sex stories of this struggle, I asked if Greg was ready to give. For although the hold was discomforting he was too much enjoying our positions, and in fact he then began to earnestly thrust his ass up and down to excite my prick. That really is a dirty tactic! He began to thrust up, faster and faster rhythm. After a couple of exquisite minutes he noticed I was lessening my grip on him, but he hadn't felt me climax. He seized the opportunity, flung me off, and quickly came around and jumped atop him.

We were now facing one another, chest to chest, cock to cock.

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He stopped all motion and stared down at me. I don't want this match to end so quickly, I knew if you stayed on me like that another minute I'd shoot my wad and the fun would be over. Can't you imagine cumming once, then building back up again toward a Gay athlete sex stories shooting, and a third? How far are you willing to test your limits? We each have two hands for administering pleasure. While our groins grind into one another, let's see how much creative pleasure our two hands can inflict on each other. Nothing held back" Soon, as one hand each was pulling on the other's hair we were now jerking each other's cocks to climax.

After cumming, we were driven to greater heights of ecstasy. This phase of the competition was proving a tie. At one point I stopped jerking him off, let go of his hair, and looked up to see his face. He stopped, too, and we stared into each other's eyes. I don't think I've ever felt like this before, and I don't want it to stop.

We smiled at one another. That evening we wrestled for about two hours. He and I both came twice. And neither one of us ever "submitted". This was to be the first of dozens of such encounters together over the next two years.

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There was nothing much we wouldn't try on Gay athlete sex stories other. I also made the Varsity soccer team. We had just won our last game, which put us in the regional Finals. We were thrilled, to say the least. As we got into the locker room, we all started to strip heading for the showers.

We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all craved a cold shower. My locker was next to Chad's. He was one of the hottest jocks on the college team and was standing before me in nothing but his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were slightly separated as he was bending down to get a towel from his locker. Short black curls of hair poked from between his ass cheeks. He slammed his locker shut and headed to the showers. I walked behind him, admiring the view. He stepped into the already full shower and pulled off his jock.

He exposed a 7-inch soft cock that had been sucked by half the guys in the school, I later found out. He was soaping himself down, when I became brave enough and walked in to the shower next to him. He looked at me and smiled.

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I took off my jock and tried my hardest not to get a hard on. Too late!

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