Freshman Year (Gay)

Your name is Robert "Robin" Meadows. You're from a boring suburban town in Minnesota. Because of peer pressure in High School you never had the chance to fool around with anyone in your school. Not like there was anyone to fool around with, it seemed like everyone around you was straight as an arrow. Well that was until now. You're starting your first year at Bellmore University. 5,000 undergraduate students 1,000 post-graduate students and 50% of them were men. Hot, young, liberal-minded men... and you couldn't wait to meet them all.

You had always known that given half that chance you would be a whore for any guy that wanted it. On your knees, on your back, sitting on a dick, you wanted to do it all. And it seemed like you were gonna get your chance to do it here. Everyone in your hometown knew that Bellmore had a reputation as an "arty" school, which was just a nicer way of saying that all the guys were gay and all the girls dressed poorly. Even walking around you had noticed some well dressed guys giving you the once-over. Your dad, who had helped you move-in, had noticed that too, it had seemed to make him blush a bit but he didn't say anything. You had an athletic build from years of being on the swim team and this past summer you had even tried to get into weight lifting more. This combined with your wavy brown hair and your deep blue eyes gave you a real "boy-next-door" kind of look and it seemed to be appreciated by the guys on campus.

When you waived your mom and dad off you felt a sense of fear, mixed with elation, You were now free to do whatever you wanted.