It was a community college in rural Mississippi and I thought I hated it. I thought I'd be experiencing adult things at a big university. I had imagined going off to the city and hooking up with hot artsy guys. I dreamed about having coffee, then going to their place to mess around. I thought about late-night scifi conversations with a hot muscled nerd who would take off his glasses and say something like "let's teleport to the bedroom so I can fuck you." Okay, I'm a nerd who lacks social skills, but I figured I'd bloom in the big city. But here I was stuck in a country-ass community college where the football and baseball games were the big local entertainment.
The college had two locations -the main college campus where most the academic classes were held and the trade school annex where the sports were also centered. I had to take geometry and anatomy classes at the annex, but I wasn't sad about it at all...I'd get to lust after all the big muscle guys located there -athletes, welders, mechanics, all the young men who were built like brick houses.
I knew most of the guys at the annex because they were all from around the local area like me. They were all big brawny country guys who dipped snuff and played football and/or baseball. They all drove pickup trucks. They all wore ball caps, big-buckled belts, and cowboy boots. Being gay and rather nerdy, they all intimidated me but also excited me. I'd lay in my bed dreaming about sucking them off or letting them pound my ass with their big sportin' redneck cocks.
In the front of the annex there was a long covered sidewalk with benches where you could study, relax, or take a little nap between classes. I was there one day preparing for my anatomy class and got a text that it had been cancelled. It was late in the day and the annex had pretty much cleared out. I decided to just sit there for awhile and read since it was such a nice gentle spring day.
I was there for about 30 minutes when a crowd of guys came walking by me to get to their cars in the parking lot. A few of them sniggered and mentioned "that nerd being such a good boy" as they walked past me. I recognized them as baseball players. I knew most of them and tried to just ignore them. They all left and it was quiet again. I leaned back on the bench, and closed my eyes, enjoying the gentle breeze and the twitter of little birds.
"Motherfucker! Damn!"
I turned around and saw two guys walking toward me. I knew them both -Jamie and Anthony, star baseball players. They were shirtless and wearing baggy gym shorts, their ball caps turned backward. They flopped down on a nearby bench, resting their hands on their tree-trunk thighs.
"Can you believe that shit? Putting me on academic probation! That's some motherfuckin' shit!" Jamie cussed, taking off his cap and running a hand through his strawberry blond hair.
"I hear ya, dude! All that tutoring shit when I got to train and shit," Anthony responded, making a fist and showing off his bicep, his other hand massing the bulging muscle. He caught me staring at his pose. "You like that, huh?"
"Uhm, very impressive," I stuttered.
"I know you...uh, Kent...right?" he said, lowering his arm and scratching his dark hairy chest.
"Yeah, you live down the road from me."
"Yeah, that's right. You went to Whitman with me."
I nodded my head and pretended to get back to my book.
"Hey, look at this," Jamie said jumping in. He flexed both his arms to show off both his biceps. "These are a lot more impressive than his tiny shit."
"I got some 'tiny' shit filling the fuck out of this jock for your mou..." Anthony said grabbing at his crotch. Then he paused and looked over at me. "Fuck, I bet your loving this shit." He bent toward Jamie and whispered something, his eyes still looking at me.
"Fuck," Jamie responded. "He's gay? For fuckin' real?" He turned to me. "Who's got the best body? I mean, who'd you want to fuck you?"
"Dude!" Anthony chastised him, hitting Jamie in his eight-pack with the back of his hand.
I spoke before I could catch myself. I dunno what it was -the slight breeze carrying their musky pheromones or just the sight of their hairy muscled half-naked bodies or whatever.
"Why would I have to choose? Why not both?"
Anthony cackled out loud, swinging backward on the bench. Jamie's mouth fell open.
"You're a cocky little motherfucker," Jamie joked.
"From where I'm sitting and that bulge in your shorts, you're the cocky motherfucker, Horse...I mean, Jamie," I told him nonchalantly.
I though Anthony was going to fall off the bench because he was laughing so hard. Jamie's freckled face went red. I shoved my book into my bag and zipped it up. I got off the bench and started to walk away. Anthony leaned over and said something to Jamie.
"Hold on, little guy! Anthony shouted to me. He came after me, grabbing my shoulder. "We're just teasing ya. You ain't gotta run off."
I turned my head, which came up to his chest. Inches from my face were his big meaty pecs covered in a thick patch of jet-black hair, topped with big dark olive nipples. His hand left my shoulder and patted my head. Jamie walked up beside Anthony and I got a close-up of his big muscled freckled chest with its smattering of light auburn hair.
"Sorry, dude," Jamie apologized.
"It's cool," I said as I turned to put my bag down on the bench near me. Anthony must have thought I couldn't see him out of the corner of my eye gesturing to Jamie. He had poked at Jamie and moved his fist back and forth in front of his mouth like a blowjob. I sat down on the bench; Jamie sat on one side of me and Anthony leaned against a pole on the other side.
