Sam was the Guardian of the Varsity soccer back field. He was one of the Full Backs. The ball may go past him to the goal line, but not the opposing player. He was huge. Almost six feet tall and his muscular build tipped the scales around 250 pounds. At age 20, he was older than all other players.
Also, he was known to be an aggressive top. It was reputed that he had a harem of slave boys, all seniors, 18 and older. He was known to be very forceful, borderline sadistic towards his regulars. He would ram his cock up the ass of his willing victims. It was up to the bottoms to lube up and loosen the assholes before receiving the love shaft. Strangely, his harem boys loved him and would fight for his attention.
A fellow bottom, not Sam's friend, warned me to stay away. "you'll just get hurt; if you were to like his fuck style, he will make you pay:
"Pay?" I asked a little bewildered.. "You mean extort money, blackmail?"
"No, no. Not money, But being his bitch. to do his bidding, getting fucked by others on his say so; and forced to be in threesomes or in sex orgies etc!"
"Really?" I was terrorized by these revelations; but also a bit intrigued. There was a hint of an itch in my ass and a movement in my dick, I suppressed these signs and assigned my curiosity and destructive desires to the back of the brain.
A few weeks later there were the final matches and we won a quarter-final from the top team. There was a party in the gym building and someone brought in liquor. American whiskey, smuggled out of a stealth US Air Force base. There was music and even coed girls were invited, though in their own corner with no contact with the male students. Towards the evening hours the crowd thinned out. The Proctors ushered out the women.
As I started towards the exit, I was accosted by several wanna be Tops who playfully pulled me back, asking in drunk and halfway threatening way to hang around and allow some sexual play. I didn't see a friend nearby and started to fear the mob around me 0f several other younger looking men. Someone pinched my buttocks and some ]one else tried to plant his lips on my face. I was getting real scared as i had heard of sexual assault by drunken mobs, resulting in grave injuries.
"Over here, Adam". I heard a familiar voice, my corridor neighbor, Fahd. He pulled me out of the rioting throng and we safely made our way to our dorm.
"Thanks a mil, Fahd. That crowd was dangerous" I said, touching his sleeve. He hugged me, and held me for a minute before letting me go.
"come have tea and Halva with me. I've got Jordanian baklava!" Now, Fahd was a brother from an Islamic country and it was not good form to initiate a sexual relationship with them. So I took his invite at its face. Still, I looked him over. He was much taller, though skinnier and was almost good looking.. But, not my type. He evoked no arousal in me.
Being a foreign student, the college housed him in a cubicle and he had no roommate; a fact that I realized too late. Especially as he bolted the door as soon as we were in his cubicle.
"Let's be comfy" He said as he took off his jersey, shirt and pants, He put on the Abaya, an all enveloping cotton gown, and removed his underwear, too. His body show made no waves for me. He threw off an Abaya to me. "Come on!, Release your prison garb. Be at ease,"
