The Full Video Of Micah and Teo Can Be Downloaded Here

In today’s post I have for you an intensely hot scene by Micah and Teo. Both of these young men are as gorgeous as they come and they made for a perfect pairing.  Teo is a shaggy haired 22 year old who first appeared on the ChaosMen back when he had just turned 20. Since then Teo can’t seem to get enough cock and I for one really enjoyed watching him get some.

Micah is just 20 years old and very new to the world of porn. In fact this is his very first scene with another man. He is a quiet and soft spoken Texas boy who is fresh our of the military. Micah tells in his bio that he just wanted to try something new and that is why he got into porn. From the very first interview he said he was open to “messing around” with another guy even though he says that he has never had a sexual experience with other man before. 

After just a month since his first solo Micah was propositioned into doing a scene with Teo servicing him. Lucky for us all Micah was down with it and this super hot video was the result. Teo seemed very excited to get his hands on Micah and who could blame him. Micah is one damn delicious looking man whether he is clothed or better yet, butt naked. Micah is rock hard before he even gets out of his shorts. No sooner does he get them down and Teo is there to take in his shaft. Teo goes to town sucking his thick dick and Micah is looks to be loving every minute of his wet lips wrapped around his stiff boner.

Teo then takes it to a new level when he bends Micah over and spreads his ass cheeks and giving him his first rim job. It looks like this put Micah right over the edge, because as soon as Teo was done eating his ass he quickly turns and delivers a huge load to Teo’s face and even into his mouth. I know I had to rewind this scene over and over a few times. Wow, was it hot! I just loved the cute smile and thumbs up Teo gave the camera after his face got plastered his Micah’s jizz. It also looked like Micah was very satisfied with his first man on man experience. I have to say this is one of the hottest gay cum facials I have seen in a video is quite some time.

See More Previews From Campus Boys Of Texas #10 Here

While doing some searching for some new naked frat boys to share with you here on my blog, I stumbled on to this new video. Titled Campus Boys of Texas #10 this video features some awesome looking young guys in solo wanks and a few hardcore sex scenes. Usually I’m not turned on as much by solo’s but one boy in this video really did it for me. It was scene number two with Aiden. A cute boyish college kid with that boy-next-door look about him. This young guy really knows how to put on a show as he jerked his cock with one hand and fingered his ass with the other. The previous 9 videos in this series are equally as hot and really make me wish I would have attended college in Texas.

Download the Video of Diego’s First Gay Handjob Here

Have you ever had a knock and found a cute college guy selling magazines? Well personally I can tell you that I have and that is what happened in this video. Diego is a cute Latin boy selling mags. door to door trying to make some cash for college. Little did he know what he was in for when he knocked on this particular door. Diego gets asked if he wants to make even more money and have a little fun at the same time. What young horny college guy could turn down that offer?

When Diego is told what is was in for he agreed with the condition of not showing his face. From the glimpses we get of his face and smooth nude body it’s clear just how hot looking Diego really is. I loved the way his boner was already stretching at his underwear to get out. Diego drops his shorts and it is pretty obvious that he is already a little excited about getting off. Out from the top of his brief we get a peek at the thick uncut meat this boys is packing. After only a few strokes Diego’s shaft is rock hard and ripe for release. This cute straight boy then gets the hand-job of his life and the gusher of a cum shot he produces shows just how much he enjoyed it.

Download Theo’s Amazing Solo Wank Here

Once again FratMen found a really hottie willing to strip down and give it a wank for their camera’s. Theo is a avid paintball player and the body on this young stud is total perfection with muscles covering every inch of his naked manly bod! Theo first models his paintball uniform for us. This jock looks quite sexy even covered with all that padding. Theo is a free-baller and unzips his jeans to prove it, giving us a peek at his beautiful flaccid cock within.  Once inside Theo gets down to business and gets totally naked for us on the bed. Once hard Theo gives us a great show jerking his ample sized 7 inch boner and makes quite the wonderful creamy mess all over those rippled abs. Hitting the shower to clean up he manages to jerk out another load as the water flows down his sexy ripped torso and cute bubble butt.

To See The Full Video Of Scott’s First Time Click Here

If you haven’t already seen this video from BSB you don’t know what your missing. This has to be my favorite new video out of the site in many months. The video features Tyler and 19 year old gay porn new cummer Scott. I’m not always into twinks so much, but there something about these two that really gets me crazy horny. Of course, I have always had a thing for red haired men so that maybe part of it. Scott did a solo for the site a few weeks back trying to get some spare cash for his freshman year in college. Since his first solo this Scott has done a few gay oral scenes but this video is the first time he agreed to get his virgin ass pounded. 19 year old Tyler is pretty damn cute himself so I would bet that was why he agreed to get fucked by him. Tyler on the other hand has got to break in quite a few straight men’s asses over the last year, so he getting to be quite the pro at this.

After stripping off their jeans and underwear the guys waste little time with foreplay as Scott makes the first move and downs Tyler’s nice sized boner. Scott drove him so absolutely crazy with the deep throating of his cock that he almost blew his load early. After exchanging blow jobs Tyler was ready to get down to business. Scott seemed hesitant and new he was going to be in for a rough ride. Tyler went easy on him at first knowing that this was his first time. Scott became very vocal with his moans and groans as Tyler picked up speed and started pounding his ass harder and harder. After switching positions a few times Tyler announced he was about to blow and pulled out to fire off a gusher that even managed to hit Scott in the face a few times. Scott then also rubbed out a huge load of his own that landed onto his smooth abs. This is one your gonna want to download to watch over and over again.

Watch The Free Preview Of This College Hazing Here

Today I have for you some new clips from the newest video out of the Haze Him site. In this vid the freshmen frat pledges are made to do some very gay acts at a fraternity house dinner. The new men a humiliated by having food thrown on them and then things get pretty wild as their made to form a human train with faces to asses. As with all these type of videos the inevitability of sex is very possible and this one is no different. The guys are told to line up and take turns sucking their frat brothers boners. You would think that would be the end for these freshman but for a luck or unlucky (depends on how you look at it) few pledges, this was just the start and they then are made to bend over and spreed their cheeks.

Today I have for you a new episode of the bait bus. This time the bus picks up a muscular red-headed dude that is on his way to the beach. After luring him in the bus with help from bait girl Vanessa they get to work on their little plan. With the promise of sex Vanessa got this college stud naked and blind folded before making the switch. Steven steps in and goes to work on on this straight guys stiff rod. When he peaked out the side of his blindfold he wasn’t to pleased to find that it was a man that was blowing him. After some persuasion and the offer of cash he calimed down and agreed to fuck Steven’s ass. With Steven’s legs in the air this str8 dude really went to town on pounding his first gay guys hole. Preview This BaitBus Video Here

Before the exams ending my first semester at the university I couldn’t fall asleep one night. Insomnia was caused partially by anxiety over the upcoming tests, my first exposure to comprehensive finals, and partially by the perpetual horniness that afflicts all nineteen-year-old males of the human species. Maybe even other species as far as that goes. The campus was packed with thousands of men pumping testosterone as regularly as breathing… guys on my soccer team, guys in my classes, guys in my dorm, guys in the shower at the fitness center in the basement of the Sports and Recreation Complex where I usually worked out two or three times a week, all talking non-stop about women, who fell into one of two categories, women they would bang if they were sober and women they would bang only if they were drunk enough.

That’s it… two types of women, drunk fucks or sober fucks.

This being a conservative school in the Deep South, not a lot of these imaginary trysts seemed to ever become real ones, but that didn’t slow down the bull sessions.

I knew before I ever step foot on campus that my tastes ran in a different direction, but I didn’t anticipate how few other gay men I would run across. Like almost none. A few of the theatre majors were pretty “exotic”, but their flamboyance kind of turned me off, and I was no more attracted to them than to women, a lot less in some cases.

The school housing office had assigned rooms in the dorms alphabetically… on my floor all the last names started with M’s or N’s, and the day I moved in back in September, transformed from being a horny suburban high school student to being a horny college freshman, I had studied the white card inserted in a brass holder on the door to my room with a lot of interest. “Madsen, K.” was typed on the second line. That was me, Kevin Madsen. “Maddox, T.” was typed on the first. I knew that the “T” stood for Timothy because the housing office had sent a form a few weeks earlier with that information on it, and I had wondered who T. Maddox was, fantasizing that he might be into guys’ bodies, too, and hoping that if that were the case that he at least would know what the hell he was doing, because I had no idea.

Oh, I was familiar with the general principles and the theory, but the actual nuts and bolts of sex were still a little hazy. I kept thinking that finding a actual human outlet for my overflowing hormones would relieve some of the pressure in my crotch. Was T. Maddox that outlet?

When he showed up the next day, Tim, as I learned he preferred to be called, turned out to be a thick-chested, slope-shouldered Ag major from a farm in Jeff Davis County, as sweet and dumb a boy as I have ever met.

And so straight he made my chest hurt.

He was as vocal as any other man I ran into about the women he so desperately needed and what he would do once he got his paws on one, but I could tell that his approach to sex was as lacking in practical knowledge as mine, which gave me a little hope. Late one night, after a few weeks of half glimpses of his ass as he dressed… he always turned modestly away from me and had either his shirt off or his pants off, never both off at the same time… I very casually and delicately brought up the topic of gays and was treated to a twenty-minute sermon about the evils of homosexuality, literally quoting chapter and verse from the Bible.

I dropped the subject and never brought it up again, but he was an amiable roomie and pretty scrupulous about his personal hygiene, which not all the men in the dorm were, so we got along well. I was okay in English and good in science, two subjects that really gave him fits, so I helped Tim with homework most nights, and we sat together at the desk, his face screwed up in concentration, a thick shock of light brown hair falling into his eyes as he tried to hammer out a paper, and the look of raw relief that lit up his face when he finally understood something always made me feel happy myself.

So every night after the lights were turned out, I lay in the dark, listening from across the room as Tim’s breathing gradually slowed and deepened, and the soft, gentle snoring began, never having to wait long since in his child-like innocence he always dropped off to sleep quickly. Then my hand crept down to grab my cock and I jerked off thinking sometimes of long-legged Jody from my soccer team, and sometimes of a beefy blond kid from Macon in my Poli Sci class, but mostly of Tim and his farm labor-hardened body and sweetly shy eyes.

Late in November, this frustrating routine well-established, I was writing an essay at my desk when Tim asked, “Hey, Kevin?”

“Yeah?”

“Have you ever heard of man-napping?”

I looked at him. “Of what?”

His eyes were sparking with excitement. “Man-napping. It’s something the sororities do here every year. They grab some dude off the street and blindfold him and take him to the sorority house where they take turns giving him a blow job and the woman sucking his cock when he cums is automatically in.”

“Tim, I think that is just a campus legend. I don’t think it really ever happens.” His face fell with disappointment. I felt like I told him there was no Santa Claus or something really shitty like that. I tried to soften it a little, “These sorority women around here… do you actually think any of those stuck-up bitches even know what a cock is, let alone be willing to put one in their mouths?”

The whole Greek system was a burr under my butt, anyway. It may be different at other schools, but here, like at Ole Miss, Carolina, Bama, Tennessee, pretty much all across the South, it was just rich kids or rich-kid wannabe’s who ran the student government and snagged blocks of the best seats at football games and generally looked down on the rest of us. Another thing that angered me was that the fraternity and sorority houses were exempt from the campus ban on alcohol. I didn’t drink too much and, if you want to go all fucking technical about it on my ass, was still a couple of years away from legal, but it just irritated me that Joe Frat got to drink in his own room with the approval of the administration.

So anyway, here we were at the end of the semester, and I tossed and turned for a while, restless because of exams and horniness… Tim had pulled off his shirt and lay in bed reading with his arm up behind him, and the sight of the dark patch of hair in his deep arm pit had aroused me so much that the quiet groaning orgasm after he fell asleep didn’t do much to relieve me… so I eased into my sweats and went for a short run at about two in the morning.

The cold air burned my lungs as I circled the still campus. Not many people were out this time of the night. All I saw were a few Asian exchange students leaving the library and a patrol car from the inept campus police, a punch line to a tired joke waiting to happen.

I planned to run to the far side of campus and back, a circuit of a couple of miles, but as I passed the hedges in front of Old College Hall, I could hear some whispering in the bushes. I nervously picked up my pace but in a few steps I was tackled from behind and forcibly pushed to the grass. I struggled, but there seemed to be at least three strong men holding me down. A hand was clamped over my mouth, and I was terrified to realize that I was being tied up. Someone squeezed my shoulder firmly and a man’s voice carried on breath that reeked of beer and cigarettes, said, “Don’t worry, dude. Nothing’s gonna happen bad. It’ll be okay.” I was blindfolded, and then a hood placed over my head. I was led away, arms supporting me as I stumbled, held in firm grips to keep me from escaping.

Another voice said, “Hurry up before the Barney Fifes come back around!”

A third complained, “It’s hard keeping him up. He keeps fighting me,” and to me, “Come on, buddy, cut us some slack.” I wanted to make some retort to apologize for making my abduction difficult, but a foul-tasting gag kept me quiet. I realized with disgust it was probably just some guy’s sweat sock crammed in my mouth. They helped me into a car, and we sped away on a trip that lasted only a few minutes, so I knew we were still on campus or close to it.

I resisted being removed from the back seat of the car but was quickly overpowered by my three assailants. They half-carried, half-dragged me into a building and down some stairs. Inside, I could hear a babble of voices, all male, which fell quiet as we came in.

A man said, “The Search Committee had returned with the talent for tonight. Let’s see what we have.” He pulled off the hood, but left me blindfolded and gagged. He squeezed my bicep like it was a supermarket melon and said approvingly, “Very nice!”

I heard a voice from across the room quietly exclaim, “I recognize this guy… he’s on the soccer team.”

The man feeling my arm said to me as he removed the sock from my mouth, “You don’t need to be scared. This is all in good fun. I can’t tell you which one, but you’re in the basement of a fraternity house, and you’ll be our guest for the evening.”

I spat a couple of times to clear the nasty taste of the gag from my mouth, and snapped, “Well, that explains the stink of beer vomit and too much Polo cologne!”

“Ooh,” someone laughed. “Feisty!”

“Get me the fuck out of here!”

“No, we need your services for a while, and then we’ll let you go. No harm, no foul, right?”

I struggled against the men who were holding me in iron grips.

Someone said, “We don’t have all night. Get him ready and let’s go!”

I was lifted up and placed on a table or desk of some kind and my wrists and ankles bound to restraints so that I was spread-eagled. I am not ashamed to say that I was shaking a little at this point and almost hyperventilating, my wheezing breath stuck somewhere in the middle of my chest.

A hand firmly squeezed my shoulder, and a man reassured me, “This really isn’t a bad deal. Just calm down, okay? I’m gonna pull down your sweats if you’ll just hold still.”

I yelled, “Don’t touch me you fucking pervert!”

He calmly spoke to me again, “You’ll have to be quiet or I’ll have to gag you again.” I could smell the foul scent of the sock again, so he must have been holding it close to my face.

I swallowed hard and said, “Okay!”

“Good man!” he laughed as he began easing my sweats down off my hips. Because my legs were so far apart, the pants would not go down my thighs very far, so they took a pair of scissors and cut them off, then tugged my shirt up to the top of my chest.

“Don’t worry,” someone said. “We won’t send you home bare-ass naked. We’ll find you something to wear.”

My face burned with shame as I was exposed and several voices around began making lewd cracks and comments about my cock and balls. I knew from surreptitious comparisons in the locker-room and the shower that I was bigger than most, but I still felt humiliated, laying semi-naked and blindfolded in front of what sounded like at least twenty or thirty men.

With one hand still applying firm pressure to my shoulder, the man continued, “Now all y’all know how this works, so I’ll just run over the rules for the benefit of our volunteer here.” Everyone broke out in laughter. “We have six pledges this semester, and this is an opportunity for them to bypass any further vetting process, any initiation process, and of, course, Hell Week!” This last bit elicited complaints and protests. “No, that’s the way it works… but only for one of them. Now you six have already drawn numbers to determine the order y’all go in, so line up over here. You each have thirty seconds to suck this gentleman’s cock before the next pledge takes a turn. You know what you need to do… whoever is blowing him when he pops is a full-fledged member from tonight. The only advice I can give you is if you get all faggy on us, however much you want to swallow his cum, we need to see the evidence here on his belly.” That really brought out the laughs. If I hadn’t been so embarrassed and uncomfortable I would have been at full alert by now, but I was still pretty limp.

So Tim’s campus legend turned out to be true, with one important difference… I hadn’t been man-knapped by the women from a sorority, I had been frat-napped by a bunch of guys!

“So if the Sergeant-at-Arms will please step in to assist our guest in getting ready, we can begin.”

Another voice, one of the guys who grabbed me, I think, complained, “Don’t make me do that… let one of the pledges get him hard.”

“You know how this is done. It’s your responsibility. Now do it!”

After a bit more grumbling, a hard, callused hand wrapped around my dick and began roughly stroking my shaft, using my foreskin to run over the head. Several voices were shouting encouragement, shit like, “You really look like you enjoy rubbing him!” and “Good technique, there. Can I be next?” In spite of all the chatter, I was really into having a hand other than my own on my cock, and it grew under the steady rhythmic pressure.

And it grew and it grew and it grew. The room became steadily quieter as I got harder until just as I reached full bone you could hear the florescent lights humming it was so silent.

“Shit!” someone exclaimed.

A voice near me, I guess one of the pledges, muttered, “No fucking way!”

The man holding my dick snickered, “Looks like y’all got your work cut out for you. Hope you boys got limber jaws or none of y’all getting in tonight!”

“Okay, then. Number One, you’re up. You have thirty seconds from…. now!”

Just like that I was in some guy’s mouth. If I had really thought about it, I probably would have shot my load right then just from the idea that I was getting a blow job from this frat boy, but I was still pretty tense, and to be brutally honest, the experience wasn’t all that and a bag of chips. I was in his mouth and all, but there was no real involvement on his part… he may have even been making a point to not let my dick touch his tongue or top of his mouth. The shouts and cheers of the other guys weren’t helping, either.

“Time!” My cock slapped back against my belly as he spat me out. “Number Two! Start… now!’

The second guy was a little improvement, but not by much. He made a few jabs with his tongue at the head and kind of rubbed the shaft a little… overall an anemic effort.

“Time! Number Three… go!”

Finally, someone who at least had been on the receiving end of a blow job, a much better attempt to service me than the first two, good movement of his lips and tongue, seemed to be into it a little.

“Time!” This stopwatch business was distracting me. “Number Four… start…. now!”

This guy was pretty bad… I’ve had my cock in four mouths in my life, all in the last two minutes, and already I fancy myself quite the connoisseur, but this was the worst. In his thirty-seconds of allotted time, my dick fell out of his mouth at least four times, and each time he took more and more time before taking me back in. Apparently all the other frat boys were disappointed with his efforts as well since the catcalls and boos rang down on him.

“Time! Number Five…go!”

I quickly realized that if number four was terrible, I had no word to describe how much worse this one was. He was more enthusiastic, I’ll give him that, but he was all teeth. He nicked me with every single tooth in his jaw a half a dozen times in his thirty seconds. I practically dislocated my spine trying to twist away from his relentless barracuda mouth. I was howling in agony when I heard, “Time!” The worst… the absolute worst… a new all-time low. It was so bad I actually dreaded the next guy.

The last of the six in the first round stepped up next to me and said softly, “It doesn’t look like you’re having as much fun as you should be.”

His voice was a warm baritone, with a moonlight-in-the-magnolias accent that dripped privilege and old money. He grabbed the base of my cock in preparation for his turn, and I was startled that a couple of his fingers snaked down and began massaging beneath my nuts.

“Number Six… now!”

Here at last was someone who had made a study of the finer points of sucking cock. I shivered as his hot wet mouth enveloped me, his fingers steadily pressing beneath my balls. I was really into it, and it seemed that he was, too. Maybe more than me, even!

“Time!” Damn! Now what?

“Okay, here we go to round two. Y’all are pathetic, can’t even get a horny nineteen-year-old to bust a nut! This may be the worst pledge class ever,” a voice announced with disgust. “Number one, you’re up again.”

The first four were a little better this round, but nothing when compared to the last guy. If I had anything to say about the outcome, I would make sure that number six won the contest.

When it was the turn of the Tooth King, I was flinching before he even touched me.

“Don’t bite me this time!” I warned. Everyone laughed, but I didn’t see what was so damn funny. He fuckin’ hurt. There was less teeth this time, but I was relieved to hear, “Time!” called on him. I was determined that number six was winning here and now.

He held my cock up before going down on me. Everyone in the room was hooting and yelling. He asked, “You doing okay, buddy?” so softly only I could hear. I grunted in assent, totally focused on spewing in the next thirty seconds. I wanted this guy to win, and I wasn’t going another round with Bite Boy so that this guy’s turn came back in the rotation.

“Number Six… start…. now!”

His lips slid smoothly down my dick. I could feel his nose bump my skin, his fingers kneading the tender flesh under my balls. As his tongue lashed the head and shaft, I could feel the pressure building and I finally started shooting. The first jet went into his mouth, and then he fisted my cock as wave after wave erupted out of me, splashing my chest and abs with my hot jism, to the drunken cheers and applause of the watching brothers.

“And we have a winner!” someone declared.

I lay, almost forgotten, panting as the newest full member of the fraternity was congratulated.

“Okay, let’s get our guest cleaned up and get him out of here,” a voice instructed.

The ex-pledge leaned close to my ear and whispered, “I have a pair of sweats you can wear home. Thanks for all your help… you’re so sexy looking you made it easy for me.” Before I could respond, he was gone.

As they helped me into the sweatpants and adjusted the hood over my head again, I realized that I had no idea what this hot-mouthed stud looked like. I could pass him again and again and never know who he was.

My hands were bound in front of me, and I was hustled to the waiting car. Although it sounded like there were at least three other guys with me, no one said anything after they asked me which dorm I lived in.

After they pulled up across from Cobb Hall, I was helped from the car and the hood was removed. The driver, the voice sounded like the Sergeant-at-Arms, asked, “We cool? No hard feelings?”

I shook my head, “No problem.”

I was maneuvered up the steps to the front door of the dorm by only one of the frat boys, who drawled, “I just wanted to thank you again for being such a good sport and making it so easy for me. I could tell you were really trying to help me win.” My cock was stirring just hearing his voice.

I could see just a little sliver under the bottom of the blindfold and eyed the only part of him that I could glimpse, a pair of scruffy oxblood loafers with adhesive tape wrapped around the toe of the left one to repair a splitting seam. Typical of your average frat rat… a two-hundred dollar pair of shoes held together with tape just to remind us po’ folks how little expensive shoes mattered to him.

He continued, “Your hands are bound loosely, so you should be able to work your way free in a few minutes, but not until long after we’re gone.”

One of the guys in the car shouted, “C’mon, hurry up! Let’s go!”

He leaned close and, cupped my crotch hard, saying, “Dude, I owe you one… at least,” and I heard him run down the steps and slam the car door. I listened as the car rumbled off while I struggled with the rope around my wrists. As he predicted, it didn’t take long before I was free and could remove the blindfold.

As I slipped back into the room, Tim stirred a little and looked at me sleepily. “What time is it?”

“Still early… I went for a run.” He rolled over and was soon breathing deeply again. I slid out of the sweatpants and looked at them closely. Ordinary sweats, but I wondered about the man who usually wore them. Pulling down my boxers, I studied my cock for cuts and abrasions from Bite Boy. Satisfied I wasn’t permanently damaged, I crawled into bed and fell asleep surprisingly quickly.

A few days later, I was in the cafeteria making a semi-panicky last minute review of some notes for my Poli Sci final when I heard a vaguely familiar voice drawl, “This seat taken?”

I looked up at a guy, dark hair falling softly in his eyes; deep dimples, strong jaw… standard Joe Frat clothes, oxford cloth dress shirt, khakis… a pair of scruffy oxblood loafers with adhesive tape wrapped around the toe of the left one to repair a splitting seam.

I jerked my chin at the empty chair. “Knock yourself out.”

He sat down and busied himself with his lunch.

I took a deep breath. “I guess you want your sweatpants back.”

He looked at me, startled. After a long pause, he asked, “How did you know it was me?”

“Your voice.” I didn’t let on about the shoes. “I was determined to remember how you sound… it’s all I had to go on to find you.”

He looked like he felt about as happy as I did.

“I’m Kevin,” I held out my hand.

“Trevor.”

I laughed nervously, and Trevor asked, “What’s so funny.”

I lowered my voice so no one else could hear, “Weird to meet someone for the first time that I already have this whole history with.”

He laughed, “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

We just sat and grinned goofily at each other until it was so late I had to sprint to my next exam.

The following semester Trevor and I acted like hormone-driven teenagers everywhere… we pretty much thought we invented sex, and in some ways, we did. I was wrong when I thought that regular sex would be a release. If anything, it made me even hornier, ’cause now I knew what I had been missing before.

Tim met a girl in April who grew up on a farm not far from him. After he finally got laid, he walked around for weeks with such a big grin that I teased him it would have to be surgically removed.

Trevor’s frat world and my jock world were both notoriously intolerant of difference and non-conformity, so we always had to be discreet about our relationship, which really sucked, but one day he did point out a guy across the quad that he identified as Bite Boy. It turns out he was in my English class that semester. The next Thursday, I sat right behind him, and when he and a friend started talking about which women they would do sober and which they would do drunk, I interrupted to tell them about the worst blow job I ever had, a toothy nightmare that I could never be drunk enough to repeat.

Of course, I left out a lot of the details about the frat-napping business, and that it was a guy on the other end, but his scarlet face told me that he knew who I was talking about.

Watch This Video Featuring Jaden and Cole Here

I’m not sure how I missed this hot video out of FratMen.tv but it is so hot I thought it deserved a post on my blog. Here we have Jaden and Cole who are both alumni from the Fratpad. These guys have always came across as being straight men but now after being filmed with cocks in their mouths, I think that maybe a bit harder for them to make that claim. The men first give us a great shower scene before heading for the bedroom where the fun between these two college buddies really begins. Jaden is the first to make a move as he reaches to grab Cole’s extra thick shaft as they both watch a straight porno on the laptop. Cole then follows his lead and makes his way down to Jaden’s dick. Cole takes Jaden’s already stiff cock into his mouth giving his buddy his first gay blow job.  Cole then gets up on his knees and offers up his own thick piece of man meat to Jaden. Jaden envelops the head of his buddies dick in his mouth and he plays with his low hanging balls at the same time. The look on Cole’s face says it all and it’s pretty clear these buds found a whole new world of pleasure. With the way Cole played with his own asshole while getting head, I’m hoping to see these virgin asses get a little action the next time around. Wouldn’t that be HOT!

Watch Graham’s full Video Here

I’m sure you enjoy watching hot male college swimmers as much as I do. Those tight swim speedo’s leave little to the imagination and that is exactly what I love about the sport. It’s just too bad most teams are now going to the less revealing full body swim suits.

The newest addition to the FratMen site is Graham. This 19 years old jock is on the swim team at his college and even shows us some of his moves in the pool. Any guy that can come out in public wearing nothing more then a skimpy speedo has to be comfortable with his body. Graham is so comfortable that he gets nude and shares every inch of his sexy swimmers build body with us all. Graham hits the shower after his swim and we get to watch as the water streams down his naked torso and over his nice round bubble butt. He then heads to the bedroom where he jerks his shaft and puts on a solo show that was simply amazing!