End of the Line

Kent was the sort of person who could fall asleep anywhere, and while he didn't plan on taking a nap on the bus ride he couldn't help drifting off after closing his eyes for a bit.

The **** of luggage thudding onto the seat next to him woke the slumbering athlete. He squinted at his surroundings, needing a second to remember and reorient. The bus was stopped and he was one of the last passengers still on it. Winnie was the other and she pulled her bag off the seat and headed down the aisle without so much as a glance to Kent. He looked out the window and smiled, seeing they had arrived. When he got up he realised that his jeans had gotten a little... crusty. The front of his pants stuck to him damply so he pulled down his bag to find a change of clothes. The driver glanced at his rearview mirror and sighed as he waited for the final passenger to put some pants back on, turning his attention back out to the windscreen to observe the wandering student bodies.

Kent wiped off what he could before slipping on some clean underwear and, seeing that the sun was quite high he pulled on a pair of deep green shorts that matched the color of the letters on his shirt.

"Sorry for the hold up," he apologized to the driver, who just waved him off before closing the door behind him. As the bus drove away to the pick up point Kent took in a deep breath, feeling the fresh air and warm sun on his skin. The gates to Cali Fornication Academy, one of the premier sex sports academies in the country, were welcoming with the high metal arch hanging a "Welcome Freshmen!" sign over him. He pulled on the bag strap over his shoulder and entered his brand new world.

The campus was quite different to the grounds of his high school, the sprawling academy almost like a small city unto itself. There were intimidating, grand looking red brick buildings setting landmarks between the perfectly kept greenery and wide footpaths. People were everywhere, most easily recognisable as students from their youthful faces and fit forms.

That was another thing that was different about CFA compared to where Kent came from. Every student here was an athlete. The Academy was alma mater to a proud history the best sexa players to ever compete in the sport. Some of this generations' bright futures were currently demonstrating just how eager they were to dazzle on the national and international stage, vigorously rutting under various trees, in the shade but out in the open. Most of these were freshmen, overwhelmed by the excitement of this new environment and needing to calm themselves with a bit of relief before they had to figure things out like how to sign up for classes or where the dorms were.

Kent took a moment to watch a pair of freshmen fucking doggy style on the grass by a drinking fountain. The slim redhead wore a similar shirt that he did and was sprawled over what looked like a pamphlet that unfolded into a map of the campus. A rather short but powerfully built teenager wearing a reversed CFA baseball cap and a light blue polo was ploughing the girl while craning over her shoulder to view the map as well. She stabbed at somewhere on the map as her partner stabbed deeper into her.

"That's fuckin far..." Kent heard the guy grunt before Kent decided he might try to pick up a few pamphlets himself and walked away. He wondered how his prowess fared among his currently unidentified classmates, quietly confident despite his earlier meeting with Winnie on the bus. He looked around hoping to spot the girl but he couldn't know where she had gone.

There were rows of tables lining the main road into the center of the Academy, each manned with two or three smiling student faces who represented various bodies and clubs and social groups of the school. Each stall was festooned in coloured paper, posters and signs. This made it easy to identify what each gathering of students was representing and wanting the incoming freshmen to be a part of. The students manning the stalls were varying degrees of eager to bored, some of the less busy tables relieving their boredom with cocks in cunts and various other orifices as they waited for sign-ups. Kent had a read of each sign as he passed, taking a pamphlet politely if handed one, but none really piqued his interest. He did get his hands on a map however, and he looked down at it and had to decide if he wanted to look into any more of these various student groups now, or perhaps go settle some more important matters.