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You've seen him strutting across the green, knowing full well every eye is on him. College guys are the stuff of fantasies but there are those who rise to the head of the class, the "big man on campus" who is like a greek god with his bulging biceps, six pack abs, and legs that go on for miles. These dreamy hunks stride across campus, inciting lust with every step. Whether showering off after soccer, posing in the library stacks, or engaging in some male bonding at the fraternity house, these gorgeous lads and grads are good for page-turning, arousing action. An enticingly explicit collection of gay erotica, Big Man on Campus explores the first lust for another boy, all-night study sessions with a classmate, and the excitement of a student hot for teacher. This steamy collection relishes the joys of self-discovery and the revelations that happen when a young man has the freedom to pursue his interests—in bed and out. From coming out to falling in love, these stories of sexual awakening will evoke trembling, heart-pounding, sweaty-palmed excitement. The editor himself gets the frat party started with a true confession of his own campus encounter.
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My dick was twitching in my shorts like crazy as I was working on a hot new piece of porn lit. I struggled to keep my excitement to a minimum but this big boy has a mind of its own and it won’t be still until it gets what it wants. Sure, I could have gone to the nearest pisser to rub out a quick one but in this instance, my hand just wasn’t enough and I didn’t feel like taking the drive to my usual hangout for a lusty good time.

This smoking-hot ginger boy was to blame for my erect upheaval. I had been drinking him in for a good hour. Black tank top, cargo shorts and flip-flops and feet like a Greek statue. Young beauties like this are a dime a dozen in a college town, but there was something about this guy unlike the others I tend to droll over. His visits to the library were frequent and he often stood out from his blond, frat-boyish counterparts with his short red hair, freckles and milky-white skin. On this particular day he caught me staring. I looked away but I had dp n=6 folio=viii ? already caught the boy’s eye. I would see him smooched up with his girlfriend most days, holding hands, giving ballsy public displays of affection. I wasn’t surprised he was with someone. Guys like that don’t stay single. I had often wanted to walk over and talk to him, but my balls aren’t that big. I wish I wasn’t so shy, I often thought.

At one point, I stared up from my notebook and he was packing up. He shot one last glance at me before he left. I took it as a sign, so I tailed behind him to the fifth floor of the library. I made sure he didn’t notice me. Jesus, he was beautiful: the way his muscles flexed under soft, freckled skin. He disappeared behind a set of shelves. I pulled out a random book pretending to read. I was sure this guy didn’t have a clue until he sauntered over into my aisle. It was like he could see clean through me. I started to caress those muscle-bound arms. We came close until our lips touched. Yes, a public display of affection. His kisses sent shock waves through my brain. I almost couldn’t believe that it was happening, yet it was. This guy and I kissed and kissed until we heard footsteps. Startled, we ran off in opposite directions. I searched for him on the first floor of the library but he was gone. I was hoping I would run into him again, but no. I never got his name. I never saw him again. I figured it wasn’t meant to be.

I think about him often for he, along with many beautiful college boys like him, is what spawned this sequel to my best-selling anthology, College Boys. I take great pleasure in revisiting this theme as do the plethora of noted erotic scribes within these pages: Bearmuffin, Jay Starre, Logan Zachary, Chuck Willman, Dominic Santi, H. L. Champa, Michael Bracken, Luke Woods and more.

These weavers of gay erotic literature take you from frat houses and dorm rooms to what goes on behind the closed dp n=7 folio=ix ? office doors of pervy professors. They have proudly answered the challenge of portraying what it is to be a big man on campus in the following wild rides of pure raunch.

Shane Allison

Tallahassee, Florida

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Chuck Willman

My dorm room was a pit. It would have passed for a prison cell with its shiny gray, chipped linoleum floor, sterile white walls, and a ceiling pocked with big, dark water stains that must have formed over decades. But this tiny, dingy seventh-floor room of the ten-story Whitman Hall was going to be home for my freshman year at Indiana University.

Fresh out of high school, I had just turned eighteen that June. I couldn’t wait to leave home and would have slept in the parking lot for the chance to be out on my own, especially at a Big Ten university! My parents helped me move into my room the weekend before the semester began, before most of the other students arrived. Afterward, I took a short walk around the campus and then decided to go back to my room. I was exhausted.

The next morning the stairwells and hallways echoed with a manic fury of banging furniture, shouting and laughter. My short-lived, quiet refuge was permanently spoiled as all of my new neighbors moved in.

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I made my way to the large men’s bathroom at the end of the hall to take a shower. Only one other guy was there—a hairy, six-two, muscular ox of a stud—with a thin, frayed towel barely wrapped around his narrow waist as he stood in front of the mirror shaving.

The bathroom was a white-tiled cavernous room, and the community shower pit at its end was sunken, with rows of spigots on each side. I yanked my sweatpants off and stepped down. For a couple of minutes I was oblivious to everything as I stood under the strong surge of warm water. Then a sudden, deep yell startled me from behind.

Damn, this water is hot! I jerked around and opened my eyes to see the guy who had been shaving stretching his tall, lean body, and balancing on his toes as he reached for the knob to one of the spigots across from me. Almost burned my dick off! he shouted, winking at me with a smile. He twisted the knobs to adjust the temperature and slowly stepped under the spray. Ah! This is more like it! Soaping his broad shoulders and enormous chest, he produced thick white rivers of lather that accentuated the dense black hair of his chest and armpits, and covered his dense, luxurious patch of pubic hair surrounding his chubby cock and low-hanging nuts. With his face covered in soap and his eyes closed tightly, I had a few moments to relish the sight before he rinsed the suds from his face. How ya doin’? he asked.

I turned to hide my expanding dick. Okay.

Good. Kinda sucks that everyone’s moving in today, though. I doubt we’ll see the john this quiet for a long time! He soaped up the dark crevice between his muscular, furry round buttocks, and casually scrubbed under his balls and cock, making them bob wildly. My name’s Jeff, he said. His full, rosy lips curled into a charismatic smile that framed his perfect white teeth, and his long, wet, dark lashes accentuated his big, bright-blue, dp n=10 folio=3 ? piercing eyes.

I’m Mitch, I said, trying to keep my crotch covered.

I’m in Seven-Thirteen, he said.

Seven-Ten, I said, and pointed with a nod.

Neighbors then! he said, and flashed another smile.

We finished showering next to each other and I was able to steal quick glimpses of his bulging muscles and lavish black body hair before he stepped into a pair of thin, cutoff cotton shorts that made his mega-bulge stand out, flopping like some freak limb as he moved. I hid my boner with my towel.

Gotta meet my girlfriend for breakfast, he said, rolling his eyes. I’ll catch ya later, man! Then Jeff disappeared into the bustling hall.

Seeing Jeff’s beautiful body and thick cock was a great way to start my day! I slipped back into my sweatpants to dodge my way through the mob back to my room, locked the door and jerked off.

Monday morning began with a whirlwind of activity as everyone rushed and scattered for the first day of classes. My roommate, Derek—a Southern California surfer dude—had moved in the night before and was still asleep, snoring on his back with one leg propped against the wall. His semihard dick with its head partly hidden by his copious hood, poked out of his white boxers, and his shoulder-length, golden hair surrounded his face like a lion’s mane. I savored the sight for a few moments before tiptoeing out of our room.

As I expected, the bathroom was packed. I stood in my tenting sweatpants, trying not to get noticed staring at the smorgasbord of naked bodies. ‘Morning, Mitch! Derek shouted as he bounced into the bathroom, his uncut penis already pulled through the fly of his boxers as he headed straight for one of the urinals.

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Hey, I nodded. Soon we were both showering. I tried to keep my eyes to myself. But with cocks swinging and hairy butt-cracks opening close enough for me to touch and taste as the guys bent over to wash, it wasn’t easy.

In the days that followed I was incessantly distracted by the variety of hot guys all around me, but was already infatuated with Jeff from my dorm. He sat a couple of rows away from me in my sociology class. A freshman star on the university’s football team, his muscular body looked just as good in worn gym shorts and a T-shirt—thick tufts of black hair on every limb and sprouting from the stretched neckband. Instead of taking notes, I watched his enormous, thick-veined hands and long fingers manipulate his pen.

Friday afternoon Jeff knocked on my door wearing only his cutoffs and resting his tree-trunk arms over his head on the top of the door frame, his luxuriously hairy, ripe pits right in my face. Hey, Mitch, what are you up to? he asked.

I didn’t think he even knew who I was. Nothing, I answered meekly.

I’m bored shitless, he said. My roommate’s gone, my girlfriend had a family wedding to go to for the weekend and I was wondering if you’d like to hang out?

I almost creamed my pants right then. Sure, I answered, swallowing hard.

We headed over to his room, drank some beers and got loaded. But Jeff surprised me when he asked, Why don’t you crash here, man?

It was like a thousand slot machines were hitting jackpots at the same time in my head! But I had to keep my cool, despite the fact that I was drunk and unbelievably horny just being around him.

We finally fell asleep around one o’clock in the morning. Jeff dp n=12 folio=5 ? passed out on his bed, and I passed out on his roommate’s bed.

In the middle of the night the touch of warm skin against the back of my leg woke me; Jeff had climbed into bed with me at some point. His furry forearm was resting against me, and he let out a muffled groan and exhaled deeply, drifting back to sleep, I thought. I closed my eyes again, but backed up slowly into him. Even through the thin cotton layer of my briefs the warmth of his body aroused me. Jeff didn’t move as the cheeks of my ass twitched against him. But he stirred suddenly and rolled to the side, wedging his entire body against mine on the twin bed, his heavy arm falling over my waist. His cock smashed against the back of my legs, and my dick was so hard I thought it would break. I knew he wasn’t sleeping.

I turned over slowly to face his sweet, warm puffs of breath in my face. His fat cock slid against the side of my leg and I felt a cool, sticky drop against my hot skin. Blood rushed through my body as his fingers crawled like a spider up my chest, parking on my nipples before slowly creeping around the contours of my stomach and chest. I trembled as he slid a couple of his thick fingers under the elastic of my underwear, stretching the band far enough to get his hand underneath the fabric already saturated with my own precum. My aching cock sprang up to him. He grasped one of my hands firmly and pulled it to his crotch, wrapping my fingers around his immense, rigid shaft, slowly humping my hand. I’ve been dreaming about fucking you, he moaned softly into my ear. The rough stubble of his beard scraped my face as he nuzzled next to me, circling his thumb around my cock’s swollen, wet head.

I panted as he slipped my briefs off and opened my thighs, lightly stroking the velvety flesh around my asshole. My legs sprang open automatically as he probed my hole, gradually dp n=13 folio=6 ? inserting the tip of his finger. What a tight little ass you have, he groaned, finger-fucking me.

He rolled on top of me, mashing his warm, moist lips into mine. Precum oozed from his cock that I clutched in my hand like a prize. I wanted to be devoured by him. Jeff dragged his plump, wet lips over my neck, gently biting and sucking it. My blood boiled and raced through my veins as he worked his way down to my chest, flicking his tongue against my nipples. My cock throbbed as his fingers stroked the crack of my ass and his hand cradled my balls before moving across my heaving stomach. His enormous hands floated over my body without the slightest hint of effort, or remorse. He laced our fingers together tightly, pulling my arms up over my head. The fat serpent between his legs slithered under my hot nuts, and Jeff kissed me, pressing his hips into mine.

The whiff of his musky armpits sent me over the edge, and I turned my head to wildly lick and snort the hairy canyons. His head fell back in ecstasy. I want to fuck you! He barely got the words out before wrapping his lips around mine, almost sucking them into his mouth. Then he scraped the sticky head of his rigid cock against my hole, soaking it with his precum and restraining both of my hands over my head in one of his mammoth hands as he plunged his thick cock deep inside my tight butthole with one quick, piercing, white-hot stab.

My vision blurred and I let out a scream that he silenced with another deep kiss. He kept my hands pinned down as he stuffed every inch of his cock into my burning asshole, relishing the constrictive hold caused by my shock. I caught my breath and relaxed, and we were soon grinding like well-oiled gears. Panting, he burrowed his long, fat prick deep inside my rectum. In total surrender I let my arms go limp though our fingers remained tightly laced; our eyes locked as he fucked me deep dp n=14 folio=7 ? and slow. Then he released my hands and sat up, keeping his cock nestled inside the warm, wet clamp of my chute, grabbing my ankles to continue fucking me while watching his cock slide in and out of my stretched hole. His thrusts became more erratic and forceful. I leaned back and enjoyed the wild ride while stroking my own engorged dick, knowing it wasn’t going to be long before I shot my load.

I’m gonna come! he yelped. Jeff pulled his dick out of me, pumping its length in his fist.

Thick spurts of cum shot out of his cock like streamers, soaking my winking hole. He shoved his cock back into my spooge-splattered sphincter, sending me into orbit! Then he wrapped his hand around my cock and pumped it hard, making my entire body writhe while his throbbing cock was still parked in my gut, stroking me at the same time. I unleashed what felt like gallons of hot cream all over my belly and chest before Jeff collapsed on top of me.

This is just between you and me. Got it? he said sternly before quietly moving back to his own bed as if nothing had happened. I wasn’t about to open my mouth. He immediately fell asleep, snoring softly.

Jeff approached me after class a couple of days later, a smirk hiding in his plump, curled-up lips. Do you have any time to get together later tonight? he asked. I want you to meet a couple of buddies of mine.

Hoping to not sound too eager, I answered, Ah…sure, I guess.

Great! I’ll stop by your room around eight, and we’ll head over to his place. He gave me a wink, and I watched him swagger down the hall until