The Playroom

A young man at college finds a special place to live out all his lusty fantasies with other young men.

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 casual encounters, 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 intimate 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 oral or manual encounter 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 might burst. 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, at least I could find some physical release. 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 felt myself growing aroused. 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 touching himself. 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 pleasure this gorgeous man? 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 him become fully aroused. 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 contain my arousal. I was totally hard and my erection 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 body quivering with arousal. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and applied it, gasping as my fingers brushed against a sensitive spot. He got up from his chair and I watched as his erection, slightly longer than my own, swayed in the dim light. I licked my lips and imagined feeling him in my mouth. But that’s not really what I wanted. No, I wanted him inside me. All semester I wanted nothing more than to feel a nice, hard length slide deep inside my body. I so wanted to be taken that my body 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 presented myself, waiting. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to take him if that’s what he wanted, but right at that moment, I wanted this. I wanted it bad. And then I felt his hands stroking my body. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he applied the lube. I felt his fingers gently rubbing it in 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? 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, engaged in mutual oral pleasure as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was making love on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and thrust 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 scent of recent release. I think the couple engaged in oral sex was working into a second climax.

My new partner led me to the floor mats in front of the couch and helped me to my knees. I got into a classic position facing the couple on the couch and waited to feel his warm length fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not wearing condoms. I looked at the boys pleasuring each other orally and there were no condoms there either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t wearing one. The tip of his arousal was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if he were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he rubbed against my entrance and began to press.

Then, as his length 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 arousal was slowly gliding deeper and deeper into my body. Forget the rules. No, better yet, take me! Oh, god he was! I was finally, after months of masturbation and half-hearted encounters, finally being joined 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 core and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. His arousal was somewhat slim, but quite long. It was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now moving in and out slowly, but steadily, pushing deep inside and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened body and then pulling all the way out until just the very tip was still inside me.

It was as if each thrust was a complete experience in itself. I remained aroused 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 moving inside 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 with him both reached their peak. The one on his back arched his body and his arousal began to pulse, his release spilling onto his chest and belly. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he emptied himself. It looked so incredible, seeing two men actually making love, climaxing, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous arousal slid in and out of my body.

Suddenly I felt him withdraw from me, leaving me feeling 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, removing the condom from my arousal and dripping the last of the lube along my length. His warm, soft hand wrapped around me and he began to stroke me in the same rhythm as he was moving inside me. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally speeding up both his hand and his movements.

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 could feel his body tensing against me, and I knew I was close. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last of my control slip away. My body tensed as he moved, and I felt him let go first, a rush of warmth filling me. I came then, my mouth open in a silent cry, my own release covering us both. I think I almost passed out, the room spinning as my orgasm slowly subsided.

Through half-lidded eyes, I saw him lower my legs, and then he slid free of me. He stood and walked to a small door, and I heard the toilet flush and water run. He emerged a moment later, toweling himself dry, and then knelt beside me, his touch gentle as he cleaned me. By the time he had me cleaned up, he was positioned above me, his body close.

I was a little embarrassed that I hadn’t shaved in two months, but he didn’t seem to mind. Then, just as I was about to reciprocate, he stood and flicked a light switch on. “Time to clean up and go, everyone,” he said, his voice low. The other couples stopped and dressed quickly. I helped him check the room, wipe up a few spills, and then I used the bathroom and dressed.

I was trying to think of something smooth to say when he smiled at me. “Would you like to come back to my place? I have a feeling we’re not quite finished.” He kissed me, his lips soft, and his hand brushed against my jeans. “Would you be willing to slide that into me?” he asked.

“Anything you want.” I meant it. We gave the room a last look and left. Before we left, he peeled the rainbow sticker off the door and pressed it onto a piece of cardboard. As we walked to his dorm, he explained that he was the unofficial ruler of the play-room. He was a junior and had inherited the job.

He convened the room three or four nights a week. “But the rules said safe sex. And everyone was bareback,” I said.

“The rules were from the early 90s. Now everyone is tested. It’s a small group. You’re the first newbie in a while.” He explained that he only joined in if invited. “But most newbies aren’t like you,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Only when there’s chemistry. Not everyone fucks on the first date,” he said with a grin.

“Guess I’m just a slut,” I said, smiling as he opened his door. He pulled me close, his hand sliding into my jeans. “Now you’re my slut,” he whispered.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he helped me out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing.

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 stood before him now, utterly nude, my body trembling with arousal. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and prepared myself, gasping as my fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. He got up from his chair and I watched as his manhood, 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 to feel him deep inside. All semester I wanted nothing more than to be taken, to feel a nice, hard length slide into my body. I so wanted that connection my entire being 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 presented myself, waiting. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to reciprocate if that’s what he wanted, but right at that moment, I wanted this. I wanted it bad. And then I felt his hands stroking my backside. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he dripped the lube on my hot, ready opening. I felt his fingers gently rubbing the lube around then sliding slowly inside. 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? 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 being intimate and it was a huge turn-on.

One couple was lying side by side in a heavy embrace, their mouths joined as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was together on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and moved against 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 lingering scent of recent passion. The first couple seemed to be working toward another peak.

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 couple on the couch and waited to feel his warmth fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not using any protection. I looked at the boys embracing one another and they weren’t either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t either. The head of his manhood was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if he were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he pressed against my tight opening and began to push.

Then, as he slowly began to enter me, 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 he was moving 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-assed hand jobs, finally being filled by a real, 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 deep inside and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. He was somewhat slim, but quite long. He was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now moving slowly, but steadily, pushing deep and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened behind and then pulling all the way out until just the very tip was still inside me.

It was as if each movement was a whole, mini-experience in and of itself. I 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 moving 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 with him both reached their peak. The guy being taken arched his back and his body began to shudder, his release powerful and intense. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he poured himself into that slick channel. It looked so fucking incredible, seeing two men actually making love, climaxing, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous man moved inside my body.

Suddenly I felt him slip free, leaving me empty and wanting. 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 length and dripping the last of the lube up and down my shaft. His warm, soft hand wrapped around me and he began to stroke me in the same rhythm as his movements inside. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally speeding up both his hand and his body.

I could feel him tensing against me, and I was now seconds from a truly monstrous release. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away. I felt it welling up like a volcano. My body got tense, every nerve alive as he moved deeper and deeper. I felt him let go first, the unforgettable rush of warmth that suddenly filled my body, making it seem like I’d slipped deep into a warm bath. I felt flowing heat all around my sweat-covered body, along the warm, wet pad beneath me and deep inside my quivering core.

I reached my peak then, my mouth open wide in a silent cry and I suddenly tasted the salty goodness of my own release as it shot upward and into my mouth. I gulped the drops down and kept on coming, covering my chest and face in a thick mass. I think I almost passed out then, feeling the whole room spin gently as my climax 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 manhood slid free of my body, releasing a flood of warmth to run down my backside 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 drying himself and then knelt down near me and began to clean me gently, inch by loving inch. By the time he had me cleaned up, he’d moved around into a close embrace and his clean, waxed body was 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 reciprocate, 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 embracing couple on the floor stopped, uncoiled from one another, and dressed quickly, carefully tucking their still hard lengths into their pants before exiting. The other 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 intimacy 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 own release and mint gum and when his tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth to him, just as I’d opened myself 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 take 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 length.

“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 he began to lick my earlobe.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he freed my hard length from my jeans and helped me quickly out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing.

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, passionate 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 oral or manual encounter 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, at 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 body responding, my arousal growing. 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 and 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 himself. 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 take this gorgeous guy in my mouth? 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 arousal become fully evident. 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 contain my excitement. I was totally hard and my thick shaft was straining against the top of my undies. His eyes rested on my body and widened as I slowly drew the bikinis down my thighs and stepped free of them.

I stood before him now, utterly nude, my body quivering with need. I reached into my coat and pulled out the lube and condoms. I opened a condom and rolled it onto my length, gasping as my fingers brushed against the sensitive spot just beneath the head. He got up from his chair and I watched as his arousal, an inch or so longer than mine, swayed in the dim light. I licked my lips and imagined feeling him enter my mouth. But that’s not really what I wanted. No, I wanted him inside me. All semester I wanted nothing more than to feel a nice, hard length slide deep inside my body. I so wanted to be taken, my body aching for it. 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 presented myself, waiting. Would he do it? Was he a bottom? Hell, I’d be happy to take 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 skin. I heard the tiny rip as the packet opened and felt the cool wetness as he dripped the lube on my hot, ready body. 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? 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 making love and it was a huge turn-on.

One couple was lying side by side in a passionate embrace, orally pleasuring one another as their hands moved over sweaty flesh. The other couple was engaged in intercourse on the couch, with one short-haired brunette on his back, his legs high and wide while the other knelt and thrust into him with intensity. 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 salty scent of recent passion. I think the couple engaged in oral pleasure was working into a second climax.

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 couple making love on the couch and waited to feel his warm length fill me. Then I noticed a couple things. The couple in front of me was not wearing condoms. I looked at the boys pleasuring one another and there were no condoms there either. And as I felt his first touch, I realized he wasn’t wearing one. The tip of his arousal was soft, warm, and glided over my lubricated flesh smoothly, sending jolts of pleasure straight up my spine as if his length were hard wired into my brain. But the rules? I gasped quietly as he rubbed himself against my body and began to press.

Then, as his length 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 length was slowly gliding deeper and deeper into my body. Fuck the rules. No, better yet, take me! Oh, god he was! I was finally, after months of self-pleasure and unsatisfying encounters, 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 deep within me and tried to pick out the wonderful details of my new lover. His length was somewhat slim, but quite long. It was very hard and felt hot inside me. He was now moving within me slowly, but steadily, pushing deep inside and rotating his hips against my sweat-slickened body 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, miniature act of passion in and of itself. My arousal remained firm 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 moving inside 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 his partner both reached climax. The guy being taken arched his back and his body shuddered with release, his passion spilling forth, hitting his chest, neck and then dribbling to his belly. The man inside him moaned softly and shivered as he filled him completely. It looked so fucking incredible, seeing two men actually making love, reaching climax, moaning, sweating, moving right in front of me as a gorgeous length moved within me.

Suddenly I felt his length slip from my body, leaving me feeling 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, removing the condom from my rigid length and applying the last of the lube to my arousal. His warm, soft hand wrapped around me and he began to stroke me in rhythm with his own movements. “Almost there, come with me,” he whispered, finally increasing the pace of both his hand and his thrusts.

I could feel his body tensing against me, and my release was imminent. “Yes,” I groaned, feeling the last vestiges of control slip away. I felt it welling up like a volcano. My body got tense, my entire being now one raw nerve as his hand moved up and down while his thrusts were so deep I felt him everywhere. I felt him let go first, the unforgettable sensation of warmth flooding through me, 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 within me.

I came then, a silent cry escaping me, and I tasted my own release as it splashed upward. I swallowed and continued, my chest and face becoming warm with the evidence of my climax. The room seemed to spin gently as my orgasm subsided, his movements slowing and then stopping.

Through half-lidded eyes, I saw, and distantly felt, as he lowered my legs to the softly padded floor and then withdrew, leaving a warmth that spread 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 himself dry and then knelt down near me and began to attend to me, inch by loving inch. By the time he had me cleaned up, he’d moved around into a close embrace, his clean, waxed body hovering near my lips.

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 respond, 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 themselves 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 release and mint gum and when his tongue brushed my lips, I opened my mouth to him, just as I’d opened myself 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 make love till dawn, I was his willing partner. 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 me.

“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 he began to lick my earlobe.

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I groaned as he freed me from my jeans and helped me quickly out of my clothes. And I did. Every single thing.