Status Updates From The Full Ride: Bottom Boys ...

A few little stories to titilate.

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Yep. Yep. Yep. Lots of fucking.

I realized I actually wanted to bite that exquisite backside before massaging it, groping it, kissing it, and finally fucking it again and again. Every time I watched Emil walk by me, I would turn. His movement held the refinement and grace of a dancer, combined with a seductive languor that was almost feminine.

"So how long has Hank been fucking you?"
My eyes widened. "Wait...what? How could you know I was going to see him?"
Bill burst out laughing. "I didn't? But he's the only one out on Birch road who'd be after you. I figure you're not naked for Widow Jenkins or that Mormon family."

My predicament stunned and excited me. How many men would I have to bottom for during my college career?
For the first week, I went to every lecture with an erection, wondering which of my professors would be in my ass. I was attracted to all of them.

Mr. Laszlo was six two and built like a bouncer. My mom said he was Hungarian and "looked like an actor on a soap opera." She flirted with him every chance she got.
Take that, Mom. He's fucking me.

"Remember my warning? You're my replacement. You're in for a lot more sex if you want to get out of here." He revved the motor of his bike.
What nonsense was this boy rambling about? And where were my clothes?

"So what are you doing in college, Marc? You want to do something besides model?"
He nodded. "This is fun, but at some point it will be over, right? I want to be a teacher. Special education I think they call it in English."
I blinked. "Wow. That sounds..." low paying and dreadful. "That sounds wonderful." I thought about it for a moment. It said a lot about him that I liked.