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Part Four: Staircase IX As Damien walked under the first arch that lead down to the Undercroft, he checked himself, and instead of gong down the steps, he went straight though the passage-way that lead to the exterior facade of First Quad. In fact, he went right to the window that faced out from Staircase IX. Damien knew exactly what he was doing. He knew what he where he was going. And he hoped he knew what he was going to see - if it wasn¹t too late. The JCR bar put out its empties on this side of the quad. He rolled an empty beer barrel from the stack, to a spot right underneath a high window in Staircase IX. He stood up on the barrel, and eased himself up to peer in the window. Sure as Oriel was Head of the River, he saw what he was looking for. Damien smiled. He was looking into the ground-floor loo in Staircase IX. There, for all his gaze to delight in, was Kevin, the handsome blond first-year he¹d humiliated in the quad. His khaki shorts were down around his ankles. His t-shirt was pulled up over head to expose his smooth tanned chest and belly. He was wearing clean white boxer shorts, and his seven inches of pure hard boycock was sticking out of the fly, held in the firm grip of his right hand. The boy was wanking for all he was worth. He was wanking like he was in love with his right hand. He was wanking with all the pent-up lust of an eighteen year-old boy on heat. Damien smiled and let his hands wander casually down to his own crotch. The young boy was beautiful, and what he was doing while playing with himself was a real turn-on. Damien massaged his crotch through his shorts as he watched the show. The lad had his young eyes closed, his head thrown back , the lovely young muscles in his neck standing out as he clenched his teeth and slid his hand up and down his erection. The skin on his cock-head was so tight it could have burst. His shaft was covered in the shining juice that had already leaked from his teenage tool. He groaned deep in his throat. Noises, animal gruntings, and some muffled inarticulate words: ³Mnmnn! Unmnnnph! Dam...Damien! Yeagh! Umnmnph! C¹mon, Damien , stud, ugh, make me do it! Yeagh! Ughghg! Damien! Damien!² Damien smirked. But he adjusted his hardening cock in his shorts, to let the head of it rest between the waistband of his shorts and his hard tight belly. He licked his lips as he watched the first-year beating his meat. ³All for me! All for Damsie! Good boy! Good little boy!² The younger lad¹s breath was coming in short spasms, his legs were going weak, his abs had tightened up, his balls were contracting into his fit young teenage body. With a final slick jerk of his finger and thumb, he released his aching cock, arched his back, and let his orgasm tear though his young body. Shock after shock of pleasure and release seared though him, from his blond head to the muscles of his calves. And he shot. ³Damieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeen!! Uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaghghg!² He shot his pent-up wad like only a teenager can! Hot spurts of cum leapt up from his stiff pole to splatter on his smooth chest, on his chin, in his eyelashes and in his blond hair. What dribbled and pumped after his geyser has spurted splattered on his thighs and calves, wetting his boxers, and japping with gobs of thick white jissom his shorts around his ankles. Damien was hard as a rock watching this private show. With one hand he steadied himself to peer into the window, while the other was down his shorts, stroking the length of his hard boy cock. ³Yeah, this little fella is a goer!² Damien knew he was gonna see this boy again! The lad was spent. He pulled up his shorts. But as he did so, he scooped up the gobs of jizz from his leather belt, letting it stick to his two fingers like jam, and then licked it off his own fingers. ³Oh Damien, nmnnph: make me eat your cum!² he sighed, and continued slowly to scoop up what remained of his own jissom off his body, and suck it off his fingers, savouring the taste - the taste, he fantasized, of Damien. Damien hopped down from his vantage point on the barrel, nursing a raging hard-on in his shorts. Fuck, that little guy was sexy! No time for that, though: he had to go down the bar to mate his mates, and explain to them that he had to go to this reception in the Warden¹s Garden tonight, and couldn¹t come out on the piss with them as he¹d planned to do. The lads would be upset; Damien was always the life and soul of any good night on the town. But he was keen to meet up with all the thespy types he hadn¹t really spoken to since he did Mr Sloane last year. Part Five: Introductions As he trotted down the steps into the Undercroft, he saw, straight in front of him, Shane and Sarah, and a young guy his own age sitting between them. The young guy was blond, incredibly good-looking, and wearing a tight white t-shirt that showed he had a real hard-sweet body under the cotton. Damien did a double-take. What the fuck was Shane doing with this guy? Was he new to college? Was he from some other college? Why hadn¹t he ever seen him before - in the University gymn down Iffley road (cos the guy was in shape), or in Schools, or in any of the pubs in town. Damien didn¹t watch much telly in college; and no fucking way would he have ever watched Coronation Street if he did watch telly. ³Hey, Damsie, come and meet Adam,² called Sarah. Damien walked over to their table. His hard-on, which had nearly subsided, was beginning to rage again as he stared at the fit young stud sat between Sarah and Shane. ³G¹day, Damien,² came Shane, ³This is Adam, Adam Rickitt, he¹s our guest-star this year for the Garden Shakespeare.² ³Hi, mate. Great to have you in college. When¹s the first night?² asked Damien, almost at a loss (and that¹s NOT like Damien) for things to say, so gobsmacked was he by this young man¹s looks. ³Saturday night; if the weather holds,² said the young blond hunk, with a trace of a Northern accent. ³You coming along to the Warden¹s Garden, later?² Sarah this time, trying to get a word in edge-wise between Adam Rickitt and the entranced stare of young Damien, hooked on the blond star. ³Eh.....yeah. Yeah.² Damien came to, turning to Sarah. He was beginning to regain his composure. ³I¹ll sure be there!² ³Adam, I¹m sorry, this is Damien. He was our Mr Slaone last year in the Orton play, and turned out to be a real star in his first rôle.² Damien would have blushed if he¹d been anyone other than Damien, as Sarah complimented him. As it was, his chest swelled, and he flashed Adam one of his smiles. ³Yeah? I seen that play on TV once. Beryl Reid and folks in it. The young guy was pretty good. I can just imagine you in that part, Damien,² Adam laughed, and , smiling, laid back in the settle against the wall of the bar. ³Fuck!² thought Damien, ³This guy¹s smile is enough to make you fucking cream in your boxers!² ³You wanna drink, Adam, I¹m gettin for me?² ³Yeah, mate, I¹ll have another Pimms. Cheers, mate.² The young blond put his icey glass of Pimms on the table and gave Damien a grin that could have saved the Titanic. Damien felt his cock become even stiffer in his shorts, and went to the bar. ³Fucking Pimms - he drinks fucking Pimms - but he is one hot spunker.² As he waited for the student barman to fix his order, Damien, so secretly that no-one noticed, gently rubbed himself up against the bar, making his hard-on twitch and pleasure him as he rubbed his stiffness against the firm wooden slats. Damien was seriously on heat. When he came back with the drinks, Sarah had gone to chat with some mates at another table. Her place beside Adam was empty, so Damien took it without asking. As he sat down beside this stud, Damien had a quick look at what was below the table. Adam was wearing faded blue Levis; nice and tight where it mattered, real easy elsewhere. His crotch looked full and soft, and the denim was threadbare and pale where his packet rested. Was this guy a lad, or what? Adam was wearing black DM boots, and , Damien could just make out, white cotton socks. Adam, Shane, and Damien chatted for about half an hour in the bar. Damien could not believe his luck; to have been sat beside this young star. He was close enough to feel the warmth of Adam¹s body. To see the fine blond hairs on the lad¹s arm. To see the taughtness of his t-shirt where his muscle stretched the cotton. To see the nape of his neck, where his hairline ended and his tanned smooth skin began. This lad would be the subject of Damien¹s wanking fantasies for weeks to come. In fact, he was beginning to enjoy Adam¹s company right now. As Shane and Rickitt chatted, Damien let his right hand slip under the table and rest on the crotch of his boxers. He massaged his cock and balls wile looking at Adam right in the flesh. Fuck , this was hot! He¹d done this before when down the bar with some sexy guy from another college, or beside some new fresher who turned him on. But this was Adam Rickitt - a TV star - and , more importantly, the most fantastically sexy twenty year old Damien had ever laid eyes on. Just looking at Adam was a wank-fest. ³You like that?² said Adam, nodding his head to the glass of Pimms. But Damien knew what he meant. ³Yeah, mate - I¹m not usually into that kind of thing - not my scene, you know - but once in a while a bit of a change does ya good² Adam knew that Damien was not talking about the Pimms either. ³You chaps had better get yourselves ready for the reception.² Sarah came back, announcing that the time was near for yet more Pimms in the Warden¹s Garden. ³I¹ll just go back to my guestroom, get a shower, and grab some other clothes,² said Rickitt getting up from the table. ³Uh.... I can¹t remember my way back to Founder¹s Quad. Can you show me, Damien? I¹m in Founder¹s III.4² ³Sure , mate.² Part Six: Founder¹s Quad It wasn¹t far to Founder¹s Quad. But it felt like the fucking journey of Ulysses to Damien, who walked beside Adam Rickitt, chatting like they were two best mates, trying not to be nervous, but shaking with every second of the journey. Damien, who was by any standards a stud, a play-boy, a cocky wide-boy young stud who fucked like a bunny-rabbit, was actually nervous walking Adam back to his room. In Founder¹s staircase III, room 4 was on the first floor. Damien let Adam go ahead, and watched, with an ache in his cock like he¹d never known, the ass of the young star cradled in the soft worn denim of his jeans, as he strode up the stairs. How he wanted to reach out his hands and touch that ass through the beat-up denim of the lad¹s Levis! ³You wanna come in?² Adam asked, turning round, wiping the long blond hair from his beautiful eyes, and smiling cockily at Damien. ³Yeah, mate, OK.² Adam let Damien follow him into the room. Damien closed the door carefully behind him, and turned round to gulp and catch his breath. Adam was so eager to get under the shower, to cool off from the scorching heat of the day, that he was beginning to peel of his t-shirt off right there and then. ³Fuck, mate, it¹s hot!² smiled the star at Damien, as with one motion he pulled the white cotton t-shirt off over his head, pausing, so Damien thought, for just one moment with his head covered, his pecs flexed, and his arms outstretched, so Damien could feast his eyes on the most beautiful male torso he¹d ever seen. Adam had peeled off his t-shirt , and was standing in the middle of the Fellows¹ guest room, framed by the gothic trefoil window, the sunlight streaming through the glass, in nothing but his hugging Levis and black DM boots. Damien¹s mouth hung open. Involuntarily he put his hands on his crotch, easing the position of his swollen cock which was begging, begging, to find release with the young man who stood in front of him. Adam¹s body was simply perfect. Better than any model¹s or actor¹s or even any porn-stars. Every muscle well defined, every inch of skin smooth and lightly tanned. And his cute boyish face, and long straight blond hair , set off the picture to perfection. Adam was a fine young sex-god of the pantheon of the stars. ³What you fuckin¹ lookin¹ at, mate?² ³Uh. Uh......² Damien, for the first time in his twenty years, was speechless. Then he caught himself on. He removed his hands from his aching crotch: ³Nothin¹, mate, just wondering how a guy like you, who acts all day, is in such a fit state. You work out?² ³Yeah. Every day. You¹re not bad yourself Damien. You play football for the college , don¹t you. I noticed your Umbros when you came into the bar. You got a good body ?² ³Yeah, pretty alright. I play footy for the college seconds, and row for the men¹s thirds. I¹ve had no complaints about my body, if you know what I mean!² ³Let¹s have a look then, Damien.² Damien had regained his cocky London-lad confidence. With a sweep he pulled his Man United top off over his head, tousling his schoolboy hair, and let the shirt drop to the floor of the guest room. His fit hard young torso was shown off well by his red shorts, his piercing blue eyes, and his mop of dirty-fair hair. ³Wey-ey! Not bad for a smart-alec college-boy!² cheered Adam Rickitt at the fit young undergraduate. Adam approached Damien. He stood so close to him that Damien could feel the heat of Adam¹s body on his own. Adam put out his land and let it rest, palm extended, on Damien¹s firm belly. ³One, two, three....four, five, six² Adam counted the defined muscles by prodding his fingers into Damien¹s abdomen, ³That¹s what I call a six-pack!² He smiled, rubbing his hand over the taught flesh he¹d just prodded. Damien had a raging hard-on now. His Umbros were like a bloody circus tent! He couldn¹t adjust himself with Adam standing right there. Fucking hell! This Rickitt guy was one bloody fine stud, and a fucking tease on top of it all. Every time Adam touched his naked flesh, Damien flinched and felt his hard young tool throb in his football shorts. Those shorts now displayed a wet patch as Damien¹s ever-eager cock was leaking pre-cum like he was leaking lust. ³Not bad pec-def either,² said Adam , running his hand now up over Damien¹s chest. ³Yeah. Uh...That¹s from the rowing, I s¹pose.² Damien¹s breath was not as steady as he wanted it to be. He turned his head and looked at the young actor in the face. One boy¹s handsome face staring right into the good-looks of the other. ³You want it, Damien, don¹t you?² But Damien was too stunned even to reply. ³You fucking want it, Damien, don¹t you?² ³What the fuck are you talking about, mate?² ³I¹m talking about this!² said Rickitt, at last letting his hand drop and rub over Damien¹s erection through the nylon of his Umbros. ³Ugh! ³ Damien winced with the sudden thrill of pleasure the lad¹s hand induced in his hard tool. ³The girls in the college told me all about you. You¹re a fucking horny little bastard, Damien. You fuck anything. You go like a fucking bunny-rabbit, don¹t you, you horny little cunt?² ³You don¹t know what you¹re messing with , mate! I¹m the fucking college stud around here. I can have as much bloody sex as I want from any boy or girl in this college. They¹re begging for me; they¹re gagging for it; and I can take what I pick.² With that, Damien turned to face Adam Rickitt, cupped one hand around the young actor¹s neck, placed his other hand on the lad¹s taught six-pack belly, and , taking control, started sliding it towards the waistbands of Adam¹s jeans, as he pulled Adam¹s head closer to his mouth. With one swift motion, Adam jerked Damien¹s eager hands away. ³If you want it, you gotta BEG for it, college-boy,² he taunted, ³ On your knees!² Adam looked at the young undergraduate with a smug sneer on his face. Damien was overcome with lust. He¹d never been treated this way sexually. Adam¹s commands gave a him a feeling deep in the pit of his stomach sexier than he had ever know. He wanted to be ordered to worship the blond hunk in front of him. He wanted to be ordered to a thousand orgasms. Damien dropped to his knees on the carpet in front of Adam. ³Now, what was it you wanted?², said Adam with a smirk, rubbing his two hands over the stiffness in his Levis. He flexed the muscles in his arms and broad shoulders, and in his abs, as he played with his package, and made sexy slurping sounds with his mouth all pouted. ³Please, Adam, can I suck your cock?² mumbled the undergraduate. Damien was humiliated, beaten, but enflamed with a lust-crazed heat he¹d never know before. ³Speak up, boy!² Rickitt ordered the lad at his feet. ³PLEASE, ADAM, CAN I SUCK YOUR COCK?!² Damien almost cried in his lust and shame. ³Not until you kiss my feet, Damien.² The college lad gulped, and his heart fell in his chest. He knew he had to go through with this. Adam Rickitt spread his legs, and stood ³at ease² in front of the twenty year-old lad. Adam was naked to the waist and looked for all the world like a young porn star or a stripper-boy. His chest was perfectly defined. His eight-pack abs rippled as he tensed his midriff. His skin was smooth and the colour of honey. He nipples like two tinny buds needing to be tended. His Levis hugged him tight about the ass, and cradled the riches of his crotch in denim faded, bleached and worn by rubbing and massaging his cock and balls all though his teenage years. His brushed his long blond hair back from his handsome face. ³I said - not until you¹ve kissed my feet - Damsie boy.² Damien awoke from his dazed stare at Adam¹s torso. He knew he had to do it. He bent down, placing his hands on the floor on either side of Adam¹s feet. He lowered his head to the ground, his dirty-blond locks falling in front of his piercing blue eyes. He extended his young neck, and kissed the toe of Adam¹s left Doc Marten. ³That¹s a good boy. Now, that¹s not so hard , is it?² Adam was reveling in his control over this handsome young lad kneeling before him. ³Now the other foot.² The young footballer kissed the toe of Adam¹s right boot and made a slight moaning noise deep in his chest. He was in pure lust with this young sex-god. He¹d never felt pure and unadulterated lust like this before. It overpowered him. He had no control any more. All his actions were dictated by the swollen eight inches of his boyhood. His head was swimming; his whole body aching through his erection. He did as the sex-god young actor told him. He kissed Adam¹s right boot. And nearly creamed his load with the raw excitement of being made the sex-slave of the nations most crazed-after piece of male flesh. ³Agh, Adam. Please!² he muttered under his breath. ³What was that? You said Œplease¹? Say it again, as you kiss my socks!² The young college boy was lost to shame and pure lust. He tugged up the leg of Adam¹s jeans. He started licking the fine blond hairs of Adam¹s legs, licking the white cotton of his socks. ³Please, Adam! Please!² Adam Rickitt, leant his head back, tossing his long blond hair out of his beautiful eyes, and rubbed his hands over the tight bulge in his Levis. If it hadn¹t been for the thin worn denim in the way, he would be standing masturbating while a college boy , his own age, knelt at his feet and licked the cotton of his socks like a slave-boy praying not to be beaten. Adam loved the feel of this young lad¹s warm mouth on his calves and ankles, the boy¹s tongue wetting the hairs on his legs and the cotton of his socks. ³Well, done, college-boy: you¹ve earned your prize. Stand up , now.² Adam did not know when to stop. Damien stood up. Adam noticed Damien¹s Umbro shorts, their fit and the insane way they were tenting and damp with the lad¹s lust. The footballer¹s cock had been leaking into the silky red fabric that held his beautiful boycock from view. Adam slowly, deliberately, and with the skill of a strip-tease boy, began to undo the buttons of his Levis. The first button revealing the waistband of his white CK boxers. The second the taughtness of the fabric as the head of the young actor¹s cock begged for release. The third, the outline of the thick shaft of his nine inches of studmeat pulsing thought the pure white cotton of his boxers. Then it was done; with a wriggle of his sexy young hips, Adam let his Levi¹s fall about his ankles. He massaged his hard iron rod through his shorts like Marky Mark on heat. He moaned and writhed as he pleasured himself in this way in front of the hungry young undergraduate. Damien was dazed with lust, and stared at Adam¹s crotch and his muscled legs covered in fine blond hair. The lad went to take touch Adam¹s hardness, but Adam suddenly pulled back out of his reach. ³You gotta suck my cock, before you get to touch anything with those dirty hands of yours, boy!² Adam stepped away from the kneeling student. He sat down on the four-poster bed, brought one foot to his knee, and pulled off his right DM boot. He pulled the other off with a hard stare at the trembling student on the floor in front of him. Adam stood up, with a kick of is heels stepped out of his jeans, and walked back over to Damien; strutting his stuff and teasing the boy; in nothing but white socks, Cks, and a shit-eating grin on his stunningly handsome face. He swept his blond hair out of his beautiful eyes with one flick of his hand. He strode up to Damien, who was kneeling like a soldier in the street, and placed his two hands on the lad¹s head, letting his fingers run deep through Damien¹s tousled hair. Controlling the lad¹s head in this way, Adam Rickitt began the performance of his young life. He pushed his hips and ground his crotch into Damien¹ s handsome face. He didn¹t for a moment let the college boy back away. Gaining rhythm and softly moaning to himself, he was using Damien¹s face to hump off against, like a dog on heat using his master¹s leg. ³Umm. Umm. Um. Yeah! You like that , Damien?