Blowing Off Class E-Book

• Herausgeber: Bruno Gmünder Verlag
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 303

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

College is about discovering who you are and learning important skills for your future — but not all experimentation happens in the science lab. And sometimes your sexy study partner only wants to go over anatomy — yours. "Blowing Off Class" features steamy tales of students hitting the sheets as often as they hit the books. Get ready for a series of all-nighters as you head back to school and relive your hottest learning experiences, none of which happened in the classroom. Because the only college sex you regret is the sex you didn't have!

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Contents

Introduction: Four Years of Sex Education · Winston Gieseke

Freshman on a Mission · Rob Rosen

A Cam Star Is Born · Vincent Lambert

The Drama Club’s Jock · Mark Wildyr

An Ethics Thing · Mike Hicks

Panty Raid King Trains a Pledge · Kit Christopher

Case Study · Nelson House

Pray Like This · Gerard Wozek

Study Session · Brett Lockhard

Singularity · David Aprys

Hazed Memory · Natty Soltesz

All-American Male · Michael Bracken

The Mascot · Gregory L. Norris

Outclassed · Roger Willoughby

First Day Jutters · Landon Dixon

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Introduction: Four Years of Sex Education

No one will dispute the fact that college is about discovering who you are and learning important skills for your future. But for many young men, it’s also the beginning of their sexual independence—their first time free of nagging parents, annoying siblings, and unfair curfews; their first taste of freedom to entertain in their bedroom whoever, whenever, and however they want. Just where these experiences take them—as many students learn the, um, hard way—and where they don’t is up to them. But in most cases, they’re there for the taking. Because despite what the campus brochure may lead you to believe, not all experimentation happens in the science lab. And sometimes, regardless of the course you’re cramming for, your sexy study partner will only want to go over anatomy—hopefully yours.

Blowing Off Class is a collection of fourteen sizzling tales of students hitting the sheets as often as—and often times, more often than—they hit the books. In some of these stories, the students adjust slowly, gradually finding their way, like the impressionable Evan in Vincent Lambert’s “A Cam Star Is Born,” who doesn’t go looking for sex, but is lucky enough to have it find him. Others feature characters going balls out in their immediate quest for sexual gratification, like Landon Dixon’s “First Day Jutters” and Rob Rosen’s “Freshman on a Mission.”

These four years are a lucky time for those adventurous young men who are clever enough to tap into their sexual prowess as a way of getting the most from their college experience, like Emory, who sleeps his way to the top of his university’s art scene in Michael Bracken’s “All-American Male,” and Tony, the son of poor Cuban immigrants who works his impressive wares in various ways to cover his tuition in David Aprys’s “Singularity.” For these horned-up guys, it’s a win-win for everyone involved. The same, however, is not true in the case of Jarrod, the conniving lighting technician who resorts to blackmail in order to get his rocks off in Mark Wildyr’s “The Drama Club’s Jock.” (Don’t worry, the victim has it coming to him.)

Some carnally ambitious young scholars aim high, seeking out relations with professors, like the protagonists in Mike Hicks’s “An Ethics Thing” and Roger Willoughby’s “Outclassed.” And then there’s the überambitious Todd, who, within a scorching twenty-four-hour period, manages to land both the boy of dreams and the professor of his fantasies in Brett Lockhard’s “Study Session.” But are the results satisfactory? Do these dalliances help their grades?

I reckon the ideal student is one who can balance his personal life with his scholastic one. And if by chance they should cross, if these young studs find their sex lives easily meshing with their studies—as happens with daydreamer Tyrus in Nelson House’s “Case Study” and the lovestruck Mino in Gerard Wozek’s “Pray Like This”—that’s all the better for them.

But not everything turns out the way our hapless young heroes would wish them to. Just ask Morgan, who doesn’t make his school’s basketball team but still gets to make it with one of its hottest players, in Gregory L. Norris’s “The Mascot.”

And what collection of collegiate sex tales would be complete without a story or two about fraternities? Pledge season often creates the most unlikely—but nonetheless tantalizing—bedfellows, as discovered by the anonymous accuser in Natty Soltesz’s “Hazed Memory” and Toby in Kit Christopher’s “Panty Raid King Trains a Pledge,” both of whom find themselves sacrificial lambs in their quest for brotherhood. Do they enjoy themselves? That depends on who’s telling the story. And to whom.

Get ready to pull some all-nighters as you head back to school and relive your hottest learning experiences, most of which happened outside the classroom. And while there will always be aspects of your academic career that you wish you’d handled differently (such as your choice of that expensive school that left you saddled with those student loans you’ll be paying off well into middle age), hopefully there are plenty of experiences you’ll want to relive time and again. Because chances are, the only college sex you regret is the sex you didn’t have.

Winston Gieseke

Berlin

Freshman on a Mission

Rob Rosen

Honestly, the mutual jack-off wasn’t on purpose. Sure, on the surface of things, what with me being incredibly horny (seriously, always), and it being well past midnight in a nearly deserted campus library, the assignation might’ve seemed, shall we say, intended, but really it was just a chance encounter. Or, um, half encounter, mainly because only half his body and half of my body, well, encountered.

See, studying for my Psych midterm was hard, but my dick, at the time, was even harder. Ergo, it won out—as it generally tends to do. So down the stacks I traveled, hard-on leading the way, until I found myself in the bathroom, jeans around my ankles, cock out, head tilted back, eager to relieve some much built up first-semester freshman tension.

My fist worked its way up and down my steely prick, balls quickly rising, a thick bead of sweat meandering its way down my forehead, when, all of a sudden, the bathroom door squeaked open. Clearly, I was not alone, and so I momentarily stopped beating my meat, my ear tilted upward, listening. I expected the guy to head to the urinal, but instead he took the stall next to mine, the metal door clanging shut, a jolt suddenly ricocheting through my belly.

I bent down a tad. Dude had on one stellar pair of sneakers: neon green body with neon orange souls, neon blue in the back, and neon pink laces tying it all together. Should a blackout suddenly occur, we were all set. But there was no blackout. There were also no sounds coming from the stall next to mine—no peeing, no, well, number-twoing, just me breathing and him breathing.

I bent down a bit further, staring at the two feet or so of empty space beneath the divider. The stranger, as it turned out, had meaty calves, with thick curly brown hairs making their way up and out of frame, and pristine white briefs. My cock swelled at the sight of it all, of the guy’s exposed flesh, at something so personal as his underwear, at the two of us being alone, late at night, dick and balls out, side by side—if you didn’t include the couple of inches of metal, I mean.