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If you remember the story of the first time i met Ben, I mentioned a boy called Bobby who had befriended me during the first two weeks of my life at University,

Well, he is attending Oxford now, and i miss him.

Bobby had been coming up to my dorm for a drink and a chat about twice a week, he is very cute, 18,  black hair and blue eyes about 5.9, with high cheekbones, he eventually became a member of the gang, through his association with me.

He had a lovely girlfriend called Jane and like him, she was cute and shy, they are still together.

A couple of months go by and i am with Ben and the gang and everything is hunky dory,

Now i did tell you that i boxed in prep school and i had carried on at the gym in Uni, i liked the discipline of it and it kept me fit without putting on too much muscle, i like being slim, ( being slim and supple meant that Ben could get more of that big dick deeper into me) and the fact of the matter is that i am an aggressive personality, but non-violent.

I was coming out of the gym and was going to change when i saw Bobby talking to three boys, i had seen them around but i didn't know their names, i still don't

As i was walking towards my locker the tallest of these three boys, about six foot, pushed Bobby and he bounced off the locker, and he looked really frightened,

I jumped forward and spun this boy around and pushed him into the locker,

Unfortunately, for him, he bounced off swinging at me, i ducked, he missed, and i punched him in the jaw,

Now i do not recommend that you ever hit anyone in the face with your fists, you can do a lot more damage to your hand and wrist than you can do to the person your whacking, my boxing coach told me that.

Anyway, this boy goes sprawling and i go to grab him, and he stays on the ground but puts his hand up in submission, I nod to him and he and his now subdued mates slink off,

I ask Bobby was he alright and he tells me he was but he was pale, i asked what was it about and he told me that the tall boy, egged on by his two friends, had made naughty suggestions to Jane,

I was incensed and raced after them but they were gone, i took Bobby up to my dorm and sat him down and gave him a scotch and a lot of hugs until he stopped shaking.

The following day i looked for these three characters in the canteen and they were sitting together at a table, they saw me coming towards them, and looked a bit alarmed, The tall boy was nursing his jaw.

I told all three of them that if they ever touched one of my friends again, and if they were to repeat the things they had said to Jane, i would not be so gentle with all three of them, they got the message,

Ben then turn up and hears what i said and he glares at these three boys, and drags me off to where the gang are sitting and asks,

'What the hell was that all about,' so i tell them, and we all seethe together, ( I am trying to make a very long story as compact as i can without losing the plot.)

This is when both Bobby and Jane are welcomed to the gang.

Everything settles down and the weeks pass quickly, but Bobby starts to come more often to my dorm for a chat and a drink, Jane is in another Hall's of Residence closer to Ben's,

After about a month of these visits he decides to go on a bender with me, which surprises me as he only has one or two scotches per sitting, I ask him if he is OK and he says

'Yes, I just feel like getting drunk tonight.' so we chat and drink and after a fairly few glasses he crashes out,

I had gone to the loo and when i returned he was asleep on my bed, and i was very surprised that such a relatively small amount of scotch would have that effect on him

I take off his shoe's and cover him up and as it is only about 9 pm i toddle off to the students bar to see if any of the gang are still there, and there's no sign of them, so i come back and Bobby's gone, and i think to myself, what the hell was that all about.

At this point i have to go off on a tangent, it is better now than re-write this story.

It became clear, quite early on, that word had got around that i was gay, these things always do, it got the Uni taking, me being a prominent member of the gang,

Ben had caught some of them talking about me and had scolded them about talking about his brother. ( i told you he was obsessed.) When i wasn't present or, in other words, for being two-faced.

It didn't bother me, in fact, it did me a sort of favour, i was short of people to sleep with, and my 'hand exercises' were getting rather tiresome, but some of the girls decided to check out the rumours and openly flirted with me, so being desperate, i bedded a couple of them, their friends asked them if i was gay and they said no, for obvious reasons, but they added,

'He has listed himself as gay on the Bursars Chronicle!' so they then came to the conclusion that i must be bi-sexual at the very least.

This actually played into my hands, straight boys like Danny, for instance, took an interest in me, as i have said before i am tall i have a deep voice and i am the straightest-acting gay guy you could ever meet so they were all intrigued, and after the fracas with Bobby and his three nemesis, my stock in trade,  went up quite a few notches, and now we get back to Bobby and his rather strange night with me.

I saw him the next morning at breakfast and he greeted me as usual with a hug, but wouldn't look me in the eyes, and that is one thing i hate if you care for someone look them in the eyes when your talking to them otherwise how can you be sincere?

' What is it, Bobby,?' i asked i was really concerned, he was a sweet shy boy whom i cared for a great deal, we all did,

'It's nothing Rory, don't worry,' and when someone you care for utters those words, you have a right to be worried.

I sought him out later and insisted he tell what was the problem but he wouldn't be drawn. I sort of give up and a few days later he knocks on my door, i am pleased to see him and hug him, he hugs me back,

'Are you here for a session.' I ask him, meaning is he here to get pissed' he smiles and says,

'I wouldn't mind,'; so i invite him to sit and i bring out the glasses and we have a very nice time, i don't bring up the strange night he spent with me and neither does he, but again, after a reasonably small amount of booze he crashes out again.

I am at a loss to understand what this was all about, but again i take off his shoes and roll him over onto his back and realize he has a rather spectacular hard on, a blind man couldn't miss it.

Now you must remember i have no gaydar 'ping' on this boy, he is straight with a lovely girlfriend, and what appears to be a very nice cock, so, i am intrigued.

I say to him quietly,

'Bobby are you awake or asleep' no reaction, so i grab hold of his hard cock, it jumps in my hand.

I decide to find out just what this boy wants by doing whatever any self-respecting gay boy would do in my position, i slowly stripped him. But not before i had made quite sure he wasn't asleep,

i held his wrist and reached for his pulse, and once i had found it i smacked my lips to his and kissed him passionately, i didn't need his pulse, his knob thrashing around in his boxes were all the proof i needed,

'If you don't wake i shall strip you naked.' no response, so i pull him forward and lift his jumper up and over his head, i then take off his shirt and vest, his socks and finally his pants and he is lying there in only his bright white boxers,

I can see precum seeping through them, i now have a good look at him, and he has a very slim body his abs are well defined and the imprint of his cock is wicked, i lay alongside him and slide my hand down his boxes and hold his very thick cock, it is pulsating in my hand, I whisper to him,

'I am going to suck you off unless you wake up,' again no response,

I lean over him and kiss him again quite hard, he has to breathe through his nose to get enough oxygen, besides heavy breathing nothing.

I licked his neck and carried on all the way down his chest and belly, I skirt around his boxers and down the inside of one leg and finally end at his ankle,

I am really impressed this boy is very clean, he came prepared,

I completely strip and remove Bobby's boxers and his lovely very thick cock is throbbing gently, I take it in my hands and i suck it from the helmet to the base nestling in soft black pubes, it jumps in my mouth,

I lean up and put his legs astride and i slide my thighs under him, I pull his legs over my thighs so his legs are wide open. i play with his pussy and his cock jumps again, this is fun, i decide to see how far i can take this,

I lube up, and place my helmet at his hole and push slightly, and to my joy it slips very slowly into him, there is no grimace or anything,

I wank him gently and push again and more slips gently in, i keep up the pressure and it slides very slowly all the way, i almost came, i had to stop, i rested, and it gave him time to get used to my cock being inside him,

I leant forward and kissed him, as i pushed in hard and deep, no reaction, so for the next fifteen minute i fucked him gently all the time wanking him, i felt him tighten around my cock, and he fountained a load of spunk high into the air, the spurts kept coming, so did I it was such a turn on,

I slowly pulled out of him, my spunk started to seep out.

He looked very vulnerable just lying there, i kissed him then cleaned his belly and bum, and i went to have a quick body shower and when i returned i put on my boxers and his and i lay beside him and pulled him up so that his head and half his body is across my chest, i placed my arm around him, kissed him gently and went to sleep,

That's how we woke up in the morning, Bobby opened his big blue eyes, he wasn't surprised to be nearly naked and wrapped in my arms.

'Hi Rory', I kissed him on the forehead, he said,

'I'm sorry I got drunk,' I smiled and kissed him gently on the lips,

That's OK Bobby we had some fun', i said softly, kissing him again,

'Did we?' he said blushing,

'I don't remember a thing.'..

I made no attempt, as he was 'awake,' to do anything to him, it was obviously important to him that I keep up the facade, so if he was ever asked he could deny anything untoward had ever happened between us.

The only 'downside' to these regular sexual romps was Ben, he was often upset when I had to call him and tell him that Bobby had got drunk again and it would be better if he didn't come over, as he had 'crashed out' in my dorm.

But one day, after Bobby had 'crashed' out two days on the trot, (he obviously loved these little 'sessions)

I decided to give both of us a thrill, I had thoroughly fucked him silly, wiped the sweat and spunk off him, dressed him and placed him on my spare bed.

Then I called Ben to come over, he must have run all the way, he was breathless as he let himself in but frowned when he saw Bobby lying there.

I assured him that Bobby was fast asleep drunk, and stripped off and stood before him naked.

Ben stared at me then at Bobby and was undressed and erect in a matter of seconds, I turned off all the lights except the one over my bed and received a really terrific shagging by Ben obviously turned on by Bobby lying so close to us.

Once, during a really vigorous bout of thrusting by Ben, I saw Bobby open his eyes slightly and that thick cock of his moved in his pants. God, what a turn on.

That was the start of a weekly 'crash out' by Bobby, sometimes twice and three times a week and it was always the same, 

I have varied it, just so it won't get too repetitious for him by turning him over and pounding him.

One time i pounded him so hard I must have hit his g-spot he, came without me ever touching his cock, he gasped slightly, I came in him, and he gasped again but remained 'asleep'.

One more than one occasion I was determined to have his very thick cock inside me, so I squat across him, place his cock upright and gingerly sit on it, it was heaven, he was only about six and a half inches long but thick much thicker than mine, It made me wince.

I could feel his cock thrash inside me, after jumping up and down on it for ten minutes I came quite easily, he didn't, so, I waited five minutes then I gave him a very hard fucking,

Even though he was pounded really hard, not one expression flickered across his face.

I always told him in detail exactly what I was going to do to him before i did it, no response,

I didn't matter how many times I fucked him he never 'woke up'. Even when I told him I was going to 'cum in his mouth' then I opened his mouth and did just that, not a flicker, he just swallowed and carried on 'sleeping'.

I even used to carry him to the bed, placed his knees past his ears then really ploughed into him, besides a few grunts and very heavy breathing, especially when he came, not once was I able to look into those beautiful blue eyes.

I always made sure he was lubed and that I took my time getting 'in' to him, I didn't want to hurt or split him.

The only obvious indication of him 'not' being really asleep was the fact that all his muscles used to ripple, especially his abs and the sweat used to pour off him, especially if I made it a long session, an hour or more.

During the day nothing much changed but Bobby would raley look directly at me, I would catch him staring at me, if looked at him he averted his gaze,

But he would try his best to stand or sit as close to me as possible, and i would, if i was close enough, to wrap my arm casually around his waist while i was talking and keep it there, his bright happy smile said everything.

I remember the night he came to tell me he was leaving for Oxford, he cried bitterly, I held him very close and kissed him on the lips gently, I looked at him to see the reaction, there wasn't one just more tears so I continued to kiss him, I suggested a drink, he willingly had a few shots and. as usual, 'crashed out'.

As this was a special occasion I fucked him many times over the night, I wondered how he was going to leave in the morning with that amount of my spunk deep in him without it dripping out as he walked off.

As usual, he woke up to my kiss and smiled, as usual but this time I hadn't placed my or his boxers on, I had him clasped to my chest, he said he was 'sorry' for crashing out' but i just placed my hard erect cock against his hard erect cock and gently wanked them, he started to object to this unwarranted behaviour.

I bent him over my knees facing upwards and sucked that thick cock until I saw that shimmer in his beautiful blue eyes, the first time I had seen them in six months, I wanked and came on him, I picked him up and carried him into the shower, turned him away from me and washed his back and bum and watched as my spunk dripped out of him.

When he was finished I turned him around, he was bright red but fully erect, I couldn't help myself, I kissed him hard and he responded, I lifted one of his legs high into the air and thrust my dick into him he gasped but said nothing, but watched my eyes as I fucked him really hard,

I saw that shimmer again and looked down just in time to be blasted in the face by his ejaculation, I came too and he winced, I kissed him and his spunk caressed his own lips.

'Sweet, isn't it Bobby? He blushed again but smiled.  I kept hi leg in the air and held him against me, two of my fingers probed him to help him get rid of my lates batch of boy juice. He winced.

'Rory, I have to go Jane is waiting for me, I smiled at him,

'I won't let you go,' I saw slight panic in his eyes,

'Until you promise you will come back soon and we can do this all night!' He smiled and nodded shyly, I removed my fingers from his bum and he reached up and kissed me, I din't have to look down to see if he was hard again I could feel it.

'Just one thing Bobby, How good a fuck are you? I felt his dick jump against me, I didn't wait for the answer I turned my back and bent down, he thrust that huge thick dick straight into me,

I screamed and fell forward, I was hanging over the lip of the bath he just rammed me time and again I opened my legs as far as I could and he just pounded me,  after a few minutes of this exquisite torture I could feel myself coming and told his so, He gave one massive thrust and we both came together, with me screaming.

 I got up and turned and looked at him with astonishment,

'Bobby, are you telling me |I have missed a fucking like that all this time? He smiled, blushed and looked away.

We dressed and I led hi mto the door, i was just about to open it when he spun around and kissed me passionately, he then thanked me and was gone.

So that is the story about my mate Bobby, a straight boy who likes my cock. I once worked out that over the six months I must have fucked him at least 70+ times,

Remember, sometimes it was three times per session, he turned me on so much, and yet if you asked him, he wouldn't admit to any such behaviour, Odd isn't it?

I can tell you that he came back at the end of each month and we fucked ourselves unti dawn, and as the months passed that huge cock of his got thicker and longer, he was 18 after all!

You may think this is an isolated case, but a lot of my gay friends have had similar experiences with 'straight' boys, so you see, it's not as unusual as you might think.!