Letter from College

by webb025@hotmail.com

Disclaimer: This is a work of erotic fiction. If you are under the

legal age to read this, or are offended by the idea of male-male

sex or mind control, DO NOT read further.

Dear Mom and Dad,

I'm really enjoying my first year of college. When I first got

here, I was worried it would be so different from high school

that I would feel homesick and uncomfortable. But it turned out

I had nothing to worry about. I feel totally at home here, and

nothing out of the ordinary ever happens. And I feel like I'm

learning a lot, not only academically, but in social skills

that will serve me well for the rest of my life. But my day to

day life is too boring to write to you about. So I have decided,

like most everyone here, to write a letter describing my life

here, e-mail it to Charlie our dorm's Resident Advisor, and

then delete it. So many people do that around here that almost

everyone is working on his laptop at 7 most evenings.

There is one major difference between life at home and at school,

and I found out about it my very first day here. Even though the

legal drinking age is 21, there is plenty of beer around. Seems

that an alumnus of the school owns a local brewery, and so you

see OpenMind Beer everywhere on campus. (Sounds like the right

kind of beer for a college town, right?) I never really got to

like the taste of beer before when I would sneak some back home,

but I've grown to love it, and it's a part of almost every day

here, and not only for me. But don't worry, we don't go around

drunk all the time. OpenMind Beer has a lower alcohol content

than most beers, and has a few secret ingredients that add

greatly to its flavor and effects. Charlie brings it around to

most of us every evening, and we have a few while he makes his

recommendations about how to do well in campus life.

OK, let me describe a completely typical day here. Today is as

good as any. This morning, like every morning, I woke up ahead

of my roommate Eddie, so I had to gently disengage his feet from

around my face, and then remove my feet from his face. Although

each of us has a bed, it's cold here in mid-October, the heating

in the room is inadequate, and space heaters aren't allowed

because of the fire risk, so at Charlie's recommendation,

everyone in this dorm sleeps the way we do, for warmth. Also as

an economy measure, everyone on the floor showers at the same

time, and we all wash each other. This saves hot water and soap,

and helps all us dormmates get to know each other very well.

We've all learned to identify each other just by feel, which

Charlie makes us demonstrate once a week by turning out the

lights in the shower room. Some can do it by height, or by chest

hairiness, but I sort of cheat and do it by the heft of their

balls and the length and thickness of their cocks. I have to

stimulate them a bit to get their cocks at least halfway hard,

but having me do something so natural doesn't bother them at all.

By now I rarely get one wrong, which is good because when I do

misguess someone, Charlie makes me spend a full make-up day

studying, feeling, sniffing every inch of the guy's body head

to toe. When someone gets ME wrong, I try to provide him clues

to some perfect handholds so he won't get it wrong next time.

You know how I was always good at science in high school, so

I was honored when they put me, a freshman, into a special

early morning high-level chemistry class. Our main goal is

to find improvements we can make to the pleasant psychological

effects of OpenMind Beer. Under the watchful eye of the

professor, we try different combinations and strengths of

psychoactive chemicals to see their effects. We have as test

subjects Matt and Liz, who are seniors, or rather who would

have been seniors if their conscious minds hadn't been

stripped away to help us use them in these tests. Hooked up

to brain wave analysis machines, they are kept naked all the

time, and they don't seem to have even the slightest wills

any more. They do everything they're told with only a dull

stare. Other than that, they're both very attractive. Matt

is a blond surfer type, with his hair falling over his eyes,

nice lean muscles and hung bigger than anyone I've seen at

school so far (and remember, I've been in our dorm's

collective shower!). Liz is also very sexy, a petite

redhead with big eyes and big boobs. On command, and without

their facial expressions changing or touching themselves in

any way, Matt can grow to 10" hard and cum, and Liz can get

moist and seem to go through orgasm. Since their minds are

mostly gone, they need help with their day-to-day life. But

there are rumors that the students assigned to feed and

clothe them, oversee their afternoon exercise periods, and

put them to bed, sometimes take advantage of them. I heard

that one guy chained Matt to a chair (which was unnecessary;

where's he going to go without being told?), immobilized his

head, and fucked his face while ordering him to get hard and

cum. I've heard that another guy orders Matt and Liz to have

sex in increasingly bizarre ways, with him participating.

They're both like warm live versions of blow-up dolls,

except with the ability to take orders. If someone didn't

have a life, they would be the perfect sex toys.

At the end of the class, the professor came to me, told

me that Matt and Liz had kind of reached the end of their

useful life as experimental subjects, and would soon be sent

off as a gift to a generous alumnus. The prof asked me if

there was anyone in the freshman men's dorm that might make

a good candidate to replace Matt. I immediately thought of

Brad Jergens. As a wrestler, he's much more muscled than

Matt, and he's hung almost as well, so he's easy to find

in our shower room identity games. The prof smiled and said

that if Brad turned out to be suitable, the prof might

pick me as his special assistant to help Brad slowly

make the adjustment from dominant muscle jock to

mindless obedience toy. He said it would take several

weeks and he would help me step by step, and that

Brad wouldn't even know what was going on, and would

come to trust me and depend on me more and more during

the process. At the end, my will would completely

replace Brad's. As the prof told me this, I felt proud

to be a possible choice as his assistant, but I also a

stirring in my pants as I imagined Brad in his muscle

shirt looking down at me from his 6'4" height,

trusting me completely, anxiously waiting for me to

tell him what to do next, to tell him what he liked

and didn't like, and which of my body parts excited

him and why, since he would no longer have an opinion

of his own unless I gave it to him. I don't know why

that got me hard -- I'm not normally a control freak

-- but it did.

Right after lunch, where we are allowed to openly

bring our cans of OpenMind Beer, I had sociology.

In the lecture, we learned about social hierarchies.

We all took off our shoes and socks, and studied

each others' feet in great detail. I ranked pretty

high, because although I'm a gymnast, with a compact,

well-muscled 5'9" body, I have outsized size 13 feet

that help my stability and landings in many routines.

(I don't know why I wrote that, I mean you already

know that, you spent a lot of money on my shoes

while I was growing up!) Anyhow, soon, Brendan, a

sophomore over 6' tall but with only size 9 feet,

was eagerly slobbering over my toes. I was in the

middle of showing him how to properly serve them

using darting tongue movements, when a sudden snap

of fingers next to me followed by a long finger

pointed down forced me out of my chair and to my

knees. In moments, my tongue was admiringly cleaning

the feet of Wally, a basketball player and the head

of the class with his size 15s. I used my best

newly-learned techniques to cause him to moan with

pleasure. I was so proud to be able to serve him in

front of the whole class. I'm sure I was the envy of

the room, and watching me inspired the others to

improve their efforts. And that's great, because

college is all about learning. (And by the way,

please send me all my grungy old sneakers.

Brendan looked desperate, he said he'd trade me

his new Toyota Camry for a pair!)

This evening, Eddie and I double-dated with Kirsten,

a blonde who's my first serious girlfriend here at

school, and Debbie, who's been seeing Eddie for the

last few weeks. We went together to the movie at the

Student Union, which I don't remember much about, and

then we went back to our room for some OpenMind Beer.

Charlie dropped by for a few minutes to say hi, said

a few other things that I don't remember, then left.

In a short while, all four of us were incredibly

horny. Now here's another difference between home and

college life. Regular sex after a date seems

completely natural at college, which I guess is an

element of growing up. While I was in high school, I

never felt comfortable asking my girlfriend Ellen for

sex, but here, there's no pressure, it just seems to

happen. So after a few more OpenMind Beers, I fucked

Eddie's tight ass repeatedly in my bed while Kirsten

did Debbie in Eddie's bed.

When the girls left after our hot date, Eddie and I

were exhausted, so after another big gulp of beer, we

got back into my bed, in our standard sleep position.

It was good to once again smell the wonderful aroma of

Eddie's feet and drift off to sleep. I sometimes wonder

how I would get to sleep without Eddie's feet around my

face.

In all, just an ordinary day, nothing to write home

about, which is why I won't! That's all for today,

now to follow my instructions and e-mail this letter to

Charlie the R.A., and then delete it as usual. Until

next time, I remain

Your loving son,

"The Same Old" Lance

[Feedback welcome. And unlike Lance I WILL e-mail

a reply before I delete it!]

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