The Playroom

By Dalton You know when you leave for college you have all these ideas about how it’s going to be? For me, I pictured lots of great sex, freedom from the folks, and more great sex. I’d secretly harbored hopes of getting into a real relationship for the first time. I was certainly no blushing virgin but being gay and from a small town had severely limited my options leaving me with various fuck buddies, some short, but fun sessions in cars and in the woods, but not what I truly craved. I wanted to wake up every day in someone’s arms. I wanted a partner and a lover. Isn’t that what we all want? I hadn’t really come out just yet, but now that I was at college, I was rather more open about what I wanted than I had been in high school. I had a few discreet trysts, but nothing to really write home about. Certainly not the relationship and the long fuck sessions I wanted. I thought about sex constantly, masturbating once, sometimes two or three times a day. I had an on-again off-again thing with a short little blonde guy I met in Psych 101, but he was even more in the closet than me and the best we could manage was a quick blow-job or hand job while our respective roommates were at class. Plus, I have to admit that we really had no chemistry. So here it was, a week before Thanksgiving holiday and I was so horny I thought I was going to pop. I was sad too, thinking college had been no better than home. Where was that partner of my dreams? Well, if I couldn’t find true love, as least I could get laid. I finally made up my mind to find the play-room once and for all. Almost since my first day at school, I’d heard the rumors. It was supposed to be a secret place where guys went to have sex; nothing more, nothing less. It was said to be a quiet little corner for just horny gay guys. I stuffed a couple condoms and two small lube packs in my jacket pocket and headed for the door. As I walked along the darkened paths between the buildings I tried to remember all the whispers and rumors I’d heard. The room was supposedly in the basement of either the gym or the old alumni building. There was no secret code or key, it was just a plain door at the end of a basement corridor marked with a small rainbow sticker on the lower corner near the floor. The story went that guys would go there for sex and nothing but sex. This was not a place for observers, you got it on or got out. I figured people also hooked up for fun afterwards, but it sounded like a gay bar without the booze. Someone had once passed me a tattered sheet of paper in a back corner of the library, that was supposed to be the official rules for the play-room. It was old and had been passed around a lot, which made me think it might be legitimate. The rules were simple. You entered the room, once you found it, kept talking to a minimum, stripped naked, and did whatever you wanted. There was no force allowed and you participated as much or as little as you were comfortable with. The only rules that seemed set in stone were that safe sex was required and everyone had to be out by midnight to avoid the security and janitors. I pictured a darkened room and a crowd of naked guys doing what naked guys did and I could feel my cock starting to harden in my jeans. Now, I just had to find the room. I headed towards the gym first, trying not to laugh at all the stupid clichés about guys in locker rooms. I slipped into the quiet building through a side door and headed for the basement. When I got there, I saw two long hallways stretching off in both directions. Being a methodical sort of person, I started down one side, checking every door for the sticker and listening for any sounds at all. I certainly knew the building well. I worked out several times a week, lifting weights, swimming, running and doing everything I could to keep my 5’ 8” frame in tight, sexy shape. My abs were rock hard and everything else was tight a firm, not ripped and silly. I stayed clean-shaven and kept my dark brown hair long, with a ponytail in back. I had little body hair and what I did have was light so I looked pretty smooth with my clothes off. I turned my attention back to my search and kept scanning doors as I walked. It was your classic hallway, with a cement floor, boring beige walls and plain wooden doors with number plates on them. For almost half an hour I scoured every door until I concluded that either the room was a myth or I was the only horny gay guy looking for relief that night. Unlikely. I headed for the alumni house and soon found myself creeping down the back entrance stairway. I opened the door silently and looked down a dimly lit corridor that stretched off into the middle distance. Unlike the gym, the hallway was plushly carpeted and I moved silently in my sneakers. Each door was dark wood with a brass number and a small gap at the bottom. As I moved down the hallway, looking at the bottom of the doors for the sticker, I noticed a very faint light coming from beneath one and my heart quickened. As I moved closer, I thought I heard a very faint noise and then a groan. Was this it or was some staffer having a late night quickie? I came to the door in question and sure enough, there was the rainbow sticker. My heart was now racing and there was definitely dim light coming from under the door. I heard a moan again, and it was definitely male and definitely happy. With a trembling hand, I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light and I was immediately confronted by several things. A nude guy was sitting in a high back office chair just inside the door, slowly stroking his cock. Behind him were office partitions blocking the rest of the room except for a door size opening behind him. I heard movement back there and more moans. “You know the rules,” the guy in the chair said, his deep voice just above a whisper. I nodded and he pointed to the side where I saw a couple of piles of clothes. So here I was. I’d found the room. Now what? Did I strip? Did I run? Did I get on my knees and suck this guy’s gorgeous cock? I took a deep breath and began to undress, feeling his eyes on me. I turned to look at him as I dropped my coat then my shirt to the ground, revealing my chest and abs to his roving eyes. He smiled at me and I watched his cock go fully hard. Mmmm. I bent down and got out of my sneakers, then stood and slid my jeans off. I stood before him in just a tiny pair of bikini briefs that were failing to hold my cock in. I was totally hard and my thick, seven-inch shaft was poking out the top of my undies. His eyes rested on my manhood and widened as I slowly drew the bikinis down my thighs and stepped free of them. I stood before him now, utterly nude, my cock quivering it was so hard. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and rolled it down my cock, gasping as my fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath my head. He got up from his chair and I watched as his cock, an inch or so longer than mine, swayed in the dim light. I licked my lips and imagined feeling it enter my mouth. But that’s not really what I wanted. No, I wanted it in my ass. All semester I wanted nothing more than to feel a nice, hard cock slide deep inside my body. I so wanted to get fucked my ass was tingling. I ran my eyes over his lean, muscular body and then looked into deep-set sexy eyes. His hair was tousled and long and he was clean shaven like me. Just to get my point across to this handsome guy, I turned around and bent over. I handed the lube packet to him and spread my ass cheeks and waited. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to fuck him if that’s what he wanted, but right at that moment, I wanted it. I wanted it bad. And then I felt his hands stroking my ass. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he dripped the lube on my hot, ready hole. I felt his fingers gently rubbing the lube around then sliding slowly inside me. Oh god, it was so good! My whole body was shivering in anticipation and I almost cried when he made me stand up. What? No fuck? I was ready! I was willing! But it was OK. He took my hand in his large, warm paw and led me behind the partitions. I saw the floor covered in a series of workout mats and realized this was where some exercise class met or maybe a dance class. The room had a few chairs and a couch to the side and I could see two other couples already deeply engrossed in pleasure. I’d never seen other men having sex and it was a huge turn-on. One couple was lying side by side in a heavy 69, deep throating one another as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was screwing on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and slammed into him with some serious force. They were both dripping sweat and I suddenly realized I was too. The room was super warm and the sweaty aroma of those bodies just added to my arousal. I think I could even smell the acid tang of fresh cum. I think the cock sucking couple was working into a second orgasm. My new partner led me to the floor mats in front of the couch and helped me to my knees. I got into classic doggie style facing the fucking couple on the couch and waited to feel his warm member fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not wearing condoms. I looked at the boys sucking one another and there were no condoms there either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t wearing one. The head of his penis was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if his cock were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he rubbed his cock against my tight opening and began to press. Then, as his member slowly began to slide into my body, I realized the sheet of rules I saw could have been quite old. Maybe, people just didn’t worry as much now. Dumb maybe, but with all the testing going on, most anyone I ever met was clean and negative. I couldn’t believe I was having this internal conversation as a naked, warm cock was slowly gliding deeper and deeper into my body. Fuck the rules. No, better yet, fuck me! Oh, god he was! I was finally, after months of jerking off and half ass hand jobs, finally being filled by a real, naked, warm, gentle man. It had been way too long. I relaxed my body and fixed my eyes on the couple in front of me, and they both smiled, watching me. I focused on the huge wave of heat that was coming from my filled ass and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. His cock was somewhat slim, but quite long. It was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now sliding in and out slowly, but steadily, pushing deep inside and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened ass and then pulling all the way out until just the very tip was still inside me. It was as if each thrust was a whole, mini-fuck in and of itself. My cock remained rigid despite the gentle, loving invasion and I could feel an orgasm slowly beginning to build deep inside me. He kept his rhythm nice and steady, never speeding up or slowing down. He was like a human metronome fucking me over and over as I heard him groan and felt the sweat slowly roll down my body. The couple in front of me was seconds from climax and I watched as first the man on his back and then the man fucking him both came. The guy being fucked arched his back and his cock began to jump and squirm in the air, huge wads of cum flying up and out, hitting his chest, neck and then dribbling to his belly. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he filled that slick hole with every drop he could muster. It looked so fucking incredible, seeing two men actually making love, cumming, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous cock slid in and out of my body. Suddenly I felt the cock slip from my body, leaving my hole gaping and empty. I was about to turn around when I felt his strong hands move me around and onto my back. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then slid smoothly back into me, Ahhhh. Then he upped the ante, stripping the condom from my hard shaft and dripping the last of the lube up and down my cock. His warm, soft hand wrapped around my cock and he began to jerk me up and down in the same rhythm as his cock was sliding in and out of my ass. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally speeding up both his hand and cock. I could feel his body tensing against me, and my cock was now seconds from a truly monstrous explosion. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away. I felt it welling up like a volcano. My body got tense, my cock now one big nerve as his hand slid up and down while his cock threatened to come out my mouth he was plowing me so deep. I felt him let go first, the unforgettable rush of liquid warmth that suddenly filled my body, making it seem like I’d slipped deep into a warm tub of Jello. I felt flowing heat all around my sweat covered body, along the warm, wet pad beneath me and deep inside my quivering ass. I came then, my mouth open wide in a silent cry and I suddenly tasted the salty goodness of my own cum as it shot upwards and into my mouth. I gulped the drops down and kept on cumming, covering my chest and face in a huge mass of thick semen. I think I almost passed out then, feeling the whole room spin gently as my orgasm slowly subsided and his movements slowed and then stopped. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw, and distantly felt, as he lowered my legs to the softly padded floor and then his shrinking cock slid free of my body, releasing a flood of cum to run down my ass and form a large puddle beneath me. He stood and walked through a small door at the side of the room and closed it. A light went on and I soon heard a toilet flush and water run. I just love a man with good personal habits. He emerged a moment later toweling his cock and balls off and then knelt down near me and began to lick the cum from me, inch by loving inch. By the time he had me cleaned up, he’d moved around into a 69 and his clean, waxed cock was dangling inches above my mouth. I was a little embarrassed at the fact that I had not shaved or waxed myself in almost two months and I was getting pretty furry down below, but he didn’t seem to mind. Then, just as I was about to open wide and begin to suck his sexy thing, he stood and flicked a light switch on, bathing the room in a soft glow. “Time to clean up and go, everyone,” he said, his voice low, but commanding. The sucking couple on the floor stopped their movements, uncoiled from one another, and dressed quickly, carefully tucking their still hard cocks into their pants before exiting. The screwing couple shared the bathroom and then dressed and left. I helped him check the room, wipe up a few “spills” and then I used the bathroom myself and dressed. I was trying to think of something smooth to say to the handsome guy who had just given me some of the best sex of my life when he smiled at me, his blue eyes flashing. “Would you like to come back to my place? I have a feeling we’re not quite finished.” He moved close and placed his soft lips against mine. He tasted like my cum and mint gum and when his tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth to him, just as I’d opened my legs a little while ago. His hand brushed against my jeans, feeling the hardness within and he squeezed gently. He broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you be willing to slide that into me?” he asked, stroking me softly. “Anything you want.” And I meant it. If he wanted to strip me naked, tie me to his bed and fuck me till dawn, I was his willing slave. Actually, that sounded way too good and I felt a shiver slip through me. We gave the room a last look, killed the lights and closed the door. Before we left the building, he turned and carefully peeled the rainbow off the door and pressed it against a piece of glossy cardboard he pulled from his pocket. It was one of those vinyl cling stickers for a car window. As we made our way back to his dorm room in the building next to mine, he explained that he was the sort of unofficial ruler of the play-room. He was a junior and had inherited the job from a graduating senior. He convened the room three or four nights a week either in that room or in a wrestling practice room in the basement of the gym. So if I hadn’t found it that night, I was on the right track. “But the rules said safe sex. And everyone was bareback, what’s the deal?” I asked. “The rules that you saw were written back in the early 90s. Nowadays, people are all tested all the time and we know a lot more than they did. I know it’s a little risky, but it’s a very small group, no more than maybe 15 guys. Heck some nights nobody shows and I just spend the night naked in a chair playing with myself. You’re the first newbie in awhile. I always know because newbies see the rules and bring condoms.” I smiled at the inside joke. He, his name was Jack, explained that if a couple came together, he’d only join in if invited and he tended to help single guys get into the swing of things like he did with me. “But most newbies aren’t like you,” he said, pecking my cheek as we rode up to the 8th floor on the elevator. “What do you mean? Don’t you do anyone new that comes?” “No. Only when there’s chemistry. I mean I won’t turn a lonely guy down but mostly they’re happy with a blow-job or hand job. Not everyone fucks on the first date,” he says, a grin on his face. “Guess I’m just a slut,” I said, smiling back at him as he opened the door to his room, revealing a queen size bed, desk and the usual laptop and books. I felt his arms come around me and one hand slid into my jeans, gently caressing my cock. “Mmmm, now you’re my slut and we’re going to do all those dirty things you do with a slut,” he whispered into my ear as his began to lick my earlobe. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he freed my hard cock from my jeans and helped me quickly out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing. End Copyright 2016 Dalton All Rights Reserved If you liked this story, have a look at one of my books at The Play Room By Dalton You know when you leave for college you have all these ideas about how it’s going to be? For me, I pictured lots of great sex, freedom from the folks, and more great sex. I’d secretly harbored hopes of getting into a real relationship for the first time. I was certainly no blushing virgin but being gay and from a small town had severely limited my options leaving me with various fuck buddies, some short, but fun sessions in cars and in the woods, but not what I truly craved. I wanted to wake up every day in someone’s arms. I wanted a partner and a lover. Isn’t that what we all want? I hadn’t really come out just yet, but now that I was at college, I was rather more open about what I wanted than I had been in high school. I had a few discreet trysts, but nothing to really write home about. Certainly not the relationship and the long fuck sessions I wanted. I thought about sex constantly, masturbating once, sometimes two or three times a day. I had an on-again off-again thing with a short little blonde guy I met in Psych 101, but he was even more in the closet than me and the best we could manage was a quick blow-job or hand job while our respective roommates were at class. Plus, I have to admit that we really had no chemistry. So here it was, a week before Thanksgiving holiday and I was so horny I thought I was going to pop. I was sad too, thinking college had been no better than home. Where was that partner of my dreams? Well, if I couldn’t find true love, as least I could get laid. I finally made up my mind to find the play-room once and for all. Almost since my first day at school, I’d heard the rumors. It was supposed to be a secret place where guys went to have sex; nothing more, nothing less. It was said to be a quiet little corner for just horny gay guys. I stuffed a couple condoms and two small lube packs in my jacket pocket and headed for the door. As I walked along the darkened paths between the buildings I tried to remember all the whispers and rumors I’d heard. The room was supposedly in the basement of either the gym or the old alumni building. There was no secret code or key, it was just a plain door at the end of a basement corridor marked with a small rainbow sticker on the lower corner near the floor. The story went that guys would go there for sex and nothing but sex. This was not a place for observers, you got it on or got out. I figured people also hooked up for fun afterwards, but it sounded like a gay bar without the booze. Someone had once passed me a tattered sheet of paper in a back corner of the library, that was supposed to be the official rules for the play-room. It was old and had been passed around a lot, which made me think it might be legitimate. The rules were simple. You entered the room, once you found it, kept talking to a minimum, stripped naked, and did whatever you wanted. There was no force allowed and you participated as much or as little as you were comfortable with. The only rules that seemed set in stone were that safe sex was required and everyone had to be out by midnight to avoid the security and janitors. I pictured a darkened room and a crowd of naked guys doing what naked guys did and I could feel my cock starting to harden in my jeans. Now, I just had to find the room. I headed towards the gym first, trying not to laugh at all the stupid clichés about guys in locker rooms. I slipped into the quiet building through a side door and headed for the basement. When I got there, I saw two long hallways stretching off in both directions. Being a methodical sort of person, I started down one side, checking every door for the sticker and listening for any sounds at all. I certainly knew the building well. I worked out several times a week, lifting weights, swimming, running and doing everything I could to keep my 5’ 8” frame in tight, sexy shape. My abs were rock hard and everything else was tight a firm, not ripped and silly. I stayed clean-shaven and kept my dark brown hair long, with a ponytail in back. I had little body hair and what I did have was light so I looked pretty smooth with my clothes off. I turned my attention back to my search and kept scanning doors as I walked. It was your classic hallway, with a cement floor, boring beige walls and plain wooden doors with number plates on them. For almost half an hour I scoured every door until I concluded that either the room was a myth or I was the only horny gay guy looking for relief that night. Unlikely. I headed for the alumni house and soon found myself creeping down the back entrance stairway. I opened the door silently and looked down a dimly lit corridor that stretched off into the middle distance. Unlike the gym, the hallway was plushly carpeted and I moved silently in my sneakers. Each door was dark wood with a brass number and a small gap at the bottom. As I moved down the hallway, looking at the bottom of the doors for the sticker, I noticed a very faint light coming from beneath one and my heart quickened. As I moved closer, I thought I heard a very faint noise and then a groan. Was this it or was some staffer having a late night quickie? I came to the door in question and sure enough, there was the rainbow sticker. My heart was now racing and there was definitely dim light coming from under the door. I heard a moan again, and it was definitely male and definitely happy. With a trembling hand, I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light and I was immediately confronted by several things. A nude guy was sitting in a high back office chair just inside the door, slowly stroking his cock. Behind him were office partitions blocking the rest of the room except for a door size opening behind him. I heard movement back there and more moans. “You know the rules,” the guy in the chair said, his deep voice just above a whisper. I nodded and he pointed to the side where I saw a couple of piles of clothes. So here I was. I’d found the room. Now what? Did I strip? Did I run? Did I get on my knees and suck this guy’s gorgeous cock? I took a deep breath and began to undress, feeling his eyes on me. I turned to look at him as I dropped my coat then my shirt to the ground, revealing my chest and abs to his roving eyes. He smiled at me and I watched his cock go fully hard. Mmmm. I bent down and got out of my sneakers, then stood and slid my jeans off. I stood before him in just a tiny pair of bikini briefs that were failing to hold my cock in. I was totally hard and my thick, seven-inch shaft was poking out the top of my undies. His eyes rested on my manhood and widened as I slowly drew the bikinis down my thighs and stepped free of them. I stood before him now, utterly nude, my cock quivering it was so hard. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and rolled it down my cock, gasping as my fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath my head. He got up from his chair and I watched as his cock, an inch or so longer than mine, swayed in the dim light. I licked my lips and imagined feeling it enter my mouth. But that’s not really what I wanted. No, I wanted it in my ass. All semester I wanted nothing more than to feel a nice, hard cock slide deep inside my body. I so wanted to get fucked my ass was tingling. I ran my eyes over his lean, muscular body and then looked into deep-set sexy eyes. His hair was tousled and long and he was clean shaven like me. Just to get my point across to this handsome guy, I turned around and bent over. I handed the lube packet to him and spread my ass cheeks and waited. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to fuck him if that’s what he wanted, but right at that moment, I wanted it. I wanted it bad. And then I felt his hands stroking my ass. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he dripped the lube on my hot, ready hole. I felt his fingers gently rubbing the lube around then sliding slowly inside me. Oh god, it was so good! My whole body was shivering in anticipation and I almost cried when he made me stand up. What? No fuck? I was ready! I was willing! But it was OK. He took my hand in his large, warm paw and led me behind the partitions. I saw the floor covered in a series of workout mats and realized this was where some exercise class met or maybe a dance class. The room had a few chairs and a couch to the side and I could see two other couples already deeply engrossed in pleasure. I’d never seen other men having sex and it was a huge turn-on. One couple was lying side by side in a heavy 69, deep throating one another as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was screwing on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and slammed into him with some serious force. They were both dripping sweat and I suddenly realized I was too. The room was super warm and the sweaty aroma of those bodies just added to my arousal. I think I could even smell the acid tang of fresh cum. I think the cock sucking couple was working into a second orgasm. My new partner led me to the floor mats in front of the couch and helped me to my knees. I got into classic doggie style facing the fucking couple on the couch and waited to feel his warm member fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not wearing condoms. I looked at the boys sucking one another and there were no condoms there either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t wearing one. The head of his penis was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if his cock were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he rubbed his cock against my tight opening and began to press. Then, as his member slowly began to slide into my body, I realized the sheet of rules I saw could have been quite old. Maybe, people just didn’t worry as much now. Dumb maybe, but with all the testing going on, most anyone I ever met was clean and negative. I couldn’t believe I was having this internal conversation as a naked, warm cock was slowly gliding deeper and deeper into my body. Fuck the rules. No, better yet, fuck me! Oh, god he was! I was finally, after months of jerking off and half ass hand jobs, finally being filled by a real, naked, warm, gentle man. It had been way too long. I relaxed my body and fixed my eyes on the couple in front of me, and they both smiled, watching me. I focused on the huge wave of heat that was coming from my filled ass and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. His cock was somewhat slim, but quite long. It was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now sliding in and out slowly, but steadily, pushing deep inside and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened ass and then pulling all the way out until just the very tip was still inside me. It was as if each thrust was a whole, mini-fuck in and of itself. My cock remained rigid despite the gentle, loving invasion and I could feel an orgasm slowly beginning to build deep inside me. He kept his rhythm nice and steady, never speeding up or slowing down. He was like a human metronome fucking me over and over as I heard him groan and felt the sweat slowly roll down my body. The couple in front of me was seconds from climax and I watched as first the man on his back and then the man fucking him both came. The guy being fucked arched his back and his cock began to jump and squirm in the air, huge wads of cum flying up and out, hitting his chest, neck and then dribbling to his belly. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he filled that slick hole with every drop he could muster. It looked so fucking incredible, seeing two men actually making love, cumming, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous cock slid in and out of my body. Suddenly I felt the cock slip from my body, leaving my hole gaping and empty. I was about to turn around when I felt his strong hands move me around and onto my back. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then slid smoothly back into me, Ahhhh. Then he upped the ante, stripping the condom from my hard shaft and dripping the last of the lube up and down my cock. His warm, soft hand wrapped around my cock and he began to jerk me up and down in the same rhythm as his cock was sliding in and out of my ass. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally speeding up both his hand and cock. I could feel his body tensing against me, and my cock was now seconds from a truly monstrous explosion. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away. I felt it welling up like a volcano. My body got tense, my cock now one big nerve as his hand slid up and down while his cock threatened to come out my mouth he was plowing me so deep. I felt him let go first, the unforgettable rush of liquid warmth that suddenly filled my body, making it seem like I’d slipped deep into a warm tub of Jello. I felt flowing heat all around my sweat covered body, along the warm, wet pad beneath me and deep inside my quivering ass. I came then, my mouth open wide in a silent cry and I suddenly tasted the salty goodness of my own cum as it shot upwards and into my mouth. I gulped the drops down and kept on cumming, covering my chest and face in a huge mass of thick semen. I think I almost passed out then, feeling the whole room spin gently as my orgasm slowly subsided and his movements slowed and then stopped. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw, and distantly felt, as he lowered my legs to the softly padded floor and then his shrinking cock slid free of my body, releasing a flood of cum to run down my ass and form a large puddle beneath me. He stood and walked through a small door at the side of the room and closed it. A light went on and I soon heard a toilet flush and water run. I just love a man with good personal habits. He emerged a moment later toweling his cock and balls off and then knelt down near me and began to lick the cum from me, inch by loving inch. By the time he had me cleaned up, he’d moved around into a 69 and his clean, waxed cock was dangling inches above my mouth. I was a little embarrassed at the fact that I had not shaved or waxed myself in almost two months and I was getting pretty furry down below, but he didn’t seem to mind. Then, just as I was about to open wide and begin to suck his sexy thing, he stood and flicked a light switch on, bathing the room in a soft glow. “Time to clean up and go, everyone,” he said, his voice low, but commanding. The sucking couple on the floor stopped their movements, uncoiled from one another, and dressed quickly, carefully tucking their still hard cocks into their pants before exiting. The screwing couple shared the bathroom and then dressed and left. I helped him check the room, wipe up a few “spills” and then I used the bathroom myself and dressed. I was trying to think of something smooth to say to the handsome guy who had just given me some of the best sex of my life when he smiled at me, his blue eyes flashing. “Would you like to come back to my place? I have a feeling we’re not quite finished.” He moved close and placed his soft lips against mine. He tasted like my cum and mint gum and when his tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth to him, just as I’d opened my legs a little while ago. His hand brushed against my jeans, feeling the hardness within and he squeezed gently. He broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you be willing to slide that into me?” he asked, stroking me softly. “Anything you want.” And I meant it. If he wanted to strip me naked, tie me to his bed and fuck me till dawn, I was his willing slave. Actually, that sounded way too good and I felt a shiver slip through me. We gave the room a last look, killed the lights and closed the door. Before we left the building, he turned and carefully peeled the rainbow off the door and pressed it against a piece of glossy cardboard he pulled from his pocket. It was one of those vinyl cling stickers for a car window. As we made our way back to his dorm room in the building next to mine, he explained that he was the sort of unofficial ruler of the play-room. He was a junior and had inherited the job from a graduating senior. He convened the room three or four nights a week either in that room or in a wrestling practice room in the basement of the gym. So if I hadn’t found it that night, I was on the right track. “But the rules said safe sex. And everyone was bareback, what’s the deal?” I asked. “The rules that you saw were written back in the early 90s. Nowadays, people are all tested all the time and we know a lot more than they did. I know it’s a little risky, but it’s a very small group, no more than maybe 15 guys. Heck some nights nobody shows and I just spend the night naked in a chair playing with myself. You’re the first newbie in awhile. I always know because newbies see the rules and bring condoms.” I smiled at the inside joke. He, his name was Jack, explained that if a couple came together, he’d only join in if invited and he tended to help single guys get into the swing of things like he did with me. “But most newbies aren’t like you,” he said, pecking my cheek as we rode up to the 8th floor on the elevator. “What do you mean? Don’t you do anyone new that comes?” “No. Only when there’s chemistry. I mean I won’t turn a lonely guy down but mostly they’re happy with a blow-job or hand job. Not everyone fucks on the first date,” he says, a grin on his face. “Guess I’m just a slut,” I said, smiling back at him as he opened the door to his room, revealing a queen size bed, desk and the usual laptop and books. I felt his arms come around me and one hand slid into my jeans, gently caressing my cock. “Mmmm, now you’re my slut and we’re going to do all those dirty things you do with a slut,” he whispered into my ear as his began to lick my earlobe. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he freed my hard cock from my jeans and helped me quickly out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing. End Copyright 2016 Dalton All Rights Reserved If you liked this story, have a look at one of my books at The Play Room By Dalton You know when you leave for college you have all these ideas about how it’s going to be? For me, I pictured lots of great sex, freedom from the folks, and more great sex. I’d secretly harbored hopes of getting into a real relationship for the first time. I was certainly no blushing virgin but being gay and from a small town had severely limited my options leaving me with various fuck buddies, some short, but fun sessions in cars and in the woods, but not what I truly craved. I wanted to wake up every day in someone’s arms. I wanted a partner and a lover. Isn’t that what we all want? I hadn’t really come out just yet, but now that I was at college, I was rather more open about what I wanted than I had been in high school. I had a few discreet trysts, but nothing to really write home about. Certainly not the relationship and the long fuck sessions I wanted. I thought about sex constantly, masturbating once, sometimes two or three times a day. I had an on-again off-again thing with a short little blonde guy I met in Psych 101, but he was even more in the closet than me and the best we could manage was a quick blow-job or hand job while our respective roommates were at class. Plus, I have to admit that we really had no chemistry. So here it was, a week before Thanksgiving holiday and I was so horny I thought I was going to pop. I was sad too, thinking college had been no better than home. Where was that partner of my dreams? Well, if I couldn’t find true love, as least I could get laid. I finally made up my mind to find the play-room once and for all. Almost since my first day at school, I’d heard the rumors. It was supposed to be a secret place where guys went to have sex; nothing more, nothing less. It was said to be a quiet little corner for just horny gay guys. I stuffed a couple condoms and two small lube packs in my jacket pocket and headed for the door. As I walked along the darkened paths between the buildings I tried to remember all the whispers and rumors I’d heard. The room was supposedly in the basement of either the gym or the old alumni building. There was no secret code or key, it was just a plain door at the end of a basement corridor marked with a small rainbow sticker on the lower corner near the floor. The story went that guys would go there for sex and nothing but sex. This was not a place for observers, you got it on or got out. I figured people also hooked up for fun afterwards, but it sounded like a gay bar without the booze. Someone had once passed me a tattered sheet of paper in a back corner of the library, that was supposed to be the official rules for the play-room. It was old and had been passed around a lot, which made me think it might be legitimate. The rules were simple. You entered the room, once you found it, kept talking to a minimum, stripped naked, and did whatever you wanted. There was no force allowed and you participated as much or as little as you were comfortable with. The only rules that seemed set in stone were that safe sex was required and everyone had to be out by midnight to avoid the security and janitors. I pictured a darkened room and a crowd of naked guys doing what naked guys did and I could feel my cock starting to harden in my jeans. Now, I just had to find the room. I headed towards the gym first, trying not to laugh at all the stupid clichés about guys in locker rooms. I slipped into the quiet building through a side door and headed for the basement. When I got there, I saw two long hallways stretching off in both directions. Being a methodical sort of person, I started down one side, checking every door for the sticker and listening for any sounds at all. I certainly knew the building well. I worked out several times a week, lifting weights, swimming, running and doing everything I could to keep my 5’ 8” frame in tight, sexy shape. My abs were rock hard and everything else was tight a firm, not ripped and silly. I stayed clean-shaven and kept my dark brown hair long, with a ponytail in back. I had little body hair and what I did have was light so I looked pretty smooth with my clothes off. I turned my attention back to my search and kept scanning doors as I walked. It was your classic hallway, with a cement floor, boring beige walls and plain wooden doors with number plates on them. For almost half an hour I scoured every door until I concluded that either the room was a myth or I was the only horny gay guy looking for relief that night. Unlikely. I headed for the alumni house and soon found myself creeping down the back entrance stairway. I opened the door silently and looked down a dimly lit corridor that stretched off into the middle distance. Unlike the gym, the hallway was plushly carpeted and I moved silently in my sneakers. Each door was dark wood with a brass number and a small gap at the bottom. As I moved down the hallway, looking at the bottom of the doors for the sticker, I noticed a very faint light coming from beneath one and my heart quickened. As I moved closer, I thought I heard a very faint noise and then a groan. Was this it or was some staffer having a late night quickie? I came to the door in question and sure enough, there was the rainbow sticker. My heart was now racing and there was definitely dim light coming from under the door. I heard a moan again, and it was definitely male and definitely happy. With a trembling hand, I turned the knob and slowly opened the door. My eyes quickly adjusted to the dim light and I was immediately confronted by several things. A nude guy was sitting in a high back office chair just inside the door, slowly stroking his cock. Behind him were office partitions blocking the rest of the room except for a door size opening behind him. I heard movement back there and more moans. “You know the rules,” the guy in the chair said, his deep voice just above a whisper. I nodded and he pointed to the side where I saw a couple of piles of clothes. So here I was. I’d found the room. Now what? Did I strip? Did I run? Did I get on my knees and suck this guy’s gorgeous cock? I took a deep breath and began to undress, feeling his eyes on me. I turned to look at him as I dropped my coat then my shirt to the ground, revealing my chest and abs to his roving eyes. He smiled at me and I watched his cock go fully hard. Mmmm. I bent down and got out of my sneakers, then stood and slid my jeans off. I stood before him in just a tiny pair of bikini briefs that were failing to hold my cock in. I was totally hard and my thick, seven-inch shaft was poking out the top of my undies. His eyes rested on my manhood and widened as I slowly drew the bikinis down my thighs and stepped free of them. I stood before him now, utterly nude, my cock quivering it was so hard. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and rolled it down my cock, gasping as my fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath my head. He got up from his chair and I watched as his cock, an inch or so longer than mine, swayed in the dim light. I licked my lips and imagined feeling it enter my mouth. But that’s not really what I wanted. No, I wanted it in my ass. All semester I wanted nothing more than to feel a nice, hard cock slide deep inside my body. I so wanted to get fucked my ass was tingling. I ran my eyes over his lean, muscular body and then looked into deep-set sexy eyes. His hair was tousled and long and he was clean shaven like me. Just to get my point across to this handsome guy, I turned around and bent over. I handed the lube packet to him and spread my ass cheeks and waited. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to fuck him if that’s what he wanted, but right at that moment, I wanted it. I wanted it bad. And then I felt his hands stroking my ass. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he dripped the lube on my hot, ready hole. I felt his fingers gently rubbing the lube around then sliding slowly inside me. Oh god, it was so good! My whole body was shivering in anticipation and I almost cried when he made me stand up. What? No fuck? I was ready! I was willing! But it was OK. He took my hand in his large, warm paw and led me behind the partitions. I saw the floor covered in a series of workout mats and realized this was where some exercise class met or maybe a dance class. The room had a few chairs and a couch to the side and I could see two other couples already deeply engrossed in pleasure. I’d never seen other men having sex and it was a huge turn-on. One couple was lying side by side in a heavy 69, deep throating one another as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was screwing on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and slammed into him with some serious force. They were both dripping sweat and I suddenly realized I was too. The room was super warm and the sweaty aroma of those bodies just added to my arousal. I think I could even smell the acid tang of fresh cum. I think the cock sucking couple was working into a second orgasm. My new partner led me to the floor mats in front of the couch and helped me to my knees. I got into classic doggie style facing the fucking couple on the couch and waited to feel his warm member fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not wearing condoms. I looked at the boys sucking one another and there were no condoms there either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t wearing one. The head of his penis was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if his cock were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he rubbed his cock against my tight opening and began to press. Then, as his member slowly began to slide into my body, I realized the sheet of rules I saw could have been quite old. Maybe, people just didn’t worry as much now. Dumb maybe, but with all the testing going on, most anyone I ever met was clean and negative. I couldn’t believe I was having this internal conversation as a naked, warm cock was slowly gliding deeper and deeper into my body. Fuck the rules. No, better yet, fuck me! Oh, god he was! I was finally, after months of jerking off and half ass hand jobs, finally being filled by a real, naked, warm, gentle man. It had been way too long. I relaxed my body and fixed my eyes on the couple in front of me, and they both smiled, watching me. I focused on the huge wave of heat that was coming from my filled ass and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. His cock was somewhat slim, but quite long. It was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now sliding in and out slowly, but steadily, pushing deep inside and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened ass and then pulling all the way out until just the very tip was still inside me. It was as if each thrust was a whole, mini-fuck in and of itself. My cock remained rigid despite the gentle, loving invasion and I could feel an orgasm slowly beginning to build deep inside me. He kept his rhythm nice and steady, never speeding up or slowing down. He was like a human metronome fucking me over and over as I heard him groan and felt the sweat slowly roll down my body. The couple in front of me was seconds from climax and I watched as first the man on his back and then the man fucking him both came. The guy being fucked arched his back and his cock began to jump and squirm in the air, huge wads of cum flying up and out, hitting his chest, neck and then dribbling to his belly. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he filled that slick hole with every drop he could muster. It looked so fucking incredible, seeing two men actually making love, cumming, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous cock slid in and out of my body. Suddenly I felt the cock slip from my body, leaving my hole gaping and empty. I was about to turn around when I felt his strong hands move me around and onto my back. He lifted my legs up onto his shoulders and then slid smoothly back into me, Ahhhh. Then he upped the ante, stripping the condom from my hard shaft and dripping the last of the lube up and down my cock. His warm, soft hand wrapped around my cock and he began to jerk me up and down in the same rhythm as his cock was sliding in and out of my ass. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally speeding up both his hand and cock. I could feel his body tensing against me, and my cock was now seconds from a truly monstrous explosion. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away. I felt it welling up like a volcano. My body got tense, my cock now one big nerve as his hand slid up and down while his cock threatened to come out my mouth he was plowing me so deep. I felt him let go first, the unforgettable rush of liquid warmth that suddenly filled my body, making it seem like I’d slipped deep into a warm tub of Jello. I felt flowing heat all around my sweat covered body, along the warm, wet pad beneath me and deep inside my quivering ass. I came then, my mouth open wide in a silent cry and I suddenly tasted the salty goodness of my own cum as it shot upwards and into my mouth. I gulped the drops down and kept on cumming, covering my chest and face in a huge mass of thick semen. I think I almost passed out then, feeling the whole room spin gently as my orgasm slowly subsided and his movements slowed and then stopped. Through half-lidded eyes, I saw, and distantly felt, as he lowered my legs to the softly padded floor and then his shrinking cock slid free of my body, releasing a flood of cum to run down my ass and form a large puddle beneath me. He stood and walked through a small door at the side of the room and closed it. A light went on and I soon heard a toilet flush and water run. I just love a man with good personal habits. He emerged a moment later toweling his cock and balls off and then knelt down near me and began to lick the cum from me, inch by loving inch. By the time he had me cleaned up, he’d moved around into a 69 and his clean, waxed cock was dangling inches above my mouth. I was a little embarrassed at the fact that I had not shaved or waxed myself in almost two months and I was getting pretty furry down below, but he didn’t seem to mind. Then, just as I was about to open wide and begin to suck his sexy thing, he stood and flicked a light switch on, bathing the room in a soft glow. “Time to clean up and go, everyone,” he said, his voice low, but commanding. The sucking couple on the floor stopped their movements, uncoiled from one another, and dressed quickly, carefully tucking their still hard cocks into their pants before exiting. The screwing couple shared the bathroom and then dressed and left. I helped him check the room, wipe up a few “spills” and then I used the bathroom myself and dressed. I was trying to think of something smooth to say to the handsome guy who had just given me some of the best sex of my life when he smiled at me, his blue eyes flashing. “Would you like to come back to my place? I have a feeling we’re not quite finished.” He moved close and placed his soft lips against mine. He tasted like my cum and mint gum and when his tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth to him, just as I’d opened my legs a little while ago. His hand brushed against my jeans, feeling the hardness within and he squeezed gently. He broke the kiss and looked deep into my eyes. “Would you be willing to slide that into me?” he asked, stroking me softly. “Anything you want.” And I meant it. If he wanted to strip me naked, tie me to his bed and fuck me till dawn, I was his willing slave. Actually, that sounded way too good and I felt a shiver slip through me. We gave the room a last look, killed the lights and closed the door. Before we left the building, he turned and carefully peeled the rainbow off the door and pressed it against a piece of glossy cardboard he pulled from his pocket. It was one of those vinyl cling stickers for a car window. As we made our way back to his dorm room in the building next to mine, he explained that he was the sort of unofficial ruler of the play-room. He was a junior and had inherited the job from a graduating senior. He convened the room three or four nights a week either in that room or in a wrestling practice room in the basement of the gym. So if I hadn’t found it that night, I was on the right track. “But the rules said safe sex. And everyone was bareback, what’s the deal?” I asked. “The rules that you saw were written back in the early 90s. Nowadays, people are all tested all the time and we know a lot more than they did. I know it’s a little risky, but it’s a very small group, no more than maybe 15 guys. Heck some nights nobody shows and I just spend the night naked in a chair playing with myself. You’re the first newbie in awhile. I always know because newbies see the rules and bring condoms.” I smiled at the inside joke. He, his name was Jack, explained that if a couple came together, he’d only join in if invited and he tended to help single guys get into the swing of things like he did with me. “But most newbies aren’t like you,” he said, pecking my cheek as we rode up to the 8th floor on the elevator. “What do you mean? Don’t you do anyone new that comes?” “No. Only when there’s chemistry. I mean I won’t turn a lonely guy down but mostly they’re happy with a blow-job or hand job. Not everyone fucks on the first date,” he says, a grin on his face. “Guess I’m just a slut,” I said, smiling back at him as he opened the door to his room, revealing a queen size bed, desk and the usual laptop and books. I felt his arms come around me and one hand slid into my jeans, gently caressing my cock. “Mmmm, now you’re my slut and we’re going to do all those dirty things you do with a slut,” he whispered into my ear as his began to lick my earlobe. “I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he freed my hard cock from my jeans and helped me quickly out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing. End Copyright 2016 Dalton All Rights Reserved If you liked this story, have a look at one of my books at: https://www.amazon.com/Sexth-Sense-Dalton-ebook/dp/B00514HDXM/ref=sr_1_3?dchild=1&keywords=The+Sexth+Sense&qid=1602858974&s=books&sr=1-3