The Campus Tour at Himbo U

Troy was slumped in the passenger seat, staring out the window at the rugged California coastline. His Dad had pulled off the freeway an hour ago and was making his way down an isolated road that twisted along the shore.

It was a beautiful spring day, but Troy had a pit in his stomach. He wanted this so badly... what if his Dad didn’t approve?

“I just don’t understand,” his Dad was saying. “Why do you want this college in particular? I looked into it online, and it just... it seems like you could be doing so much more with your life.”

“Yeah?” Troy said with a half shrug. “Maybe. But I’ve done my research and this is what I want.”

“Your mother and I are just worried,” his Dad responded. “We don’t totally understand this lifestyle. I’m not sure you totally understand this lifestyle... you’re only eighteen, and maybe you don’t have it all figured out yet?”

“Age isn’t everything Dad,” Troy joked. “You still don’t know how to use the Apple TV.”

“Yeah, whatever kiddo,” his Dad chuckled. “There’s a lot more to life than being smart with technology. Just... make sure you’re thinking this through, okay?”

“I will,” Troy promised. “Look, I think we’re almost there!”

Troy pointed ahead to a bright flower garden on the side of the road. A simple white sign was sticking out from the foliage. In pink cursive letters it read ‘Welcome to HIMBO U!’.

His Dad sighed as they drove by, taking a sideways glance at his son. He’d done the work as best he could – his son was gay, there was nothing wrong with that... but this himbo stuff...

They were catching their first glimpses of the campus. Troy’s Dad drove up the winding road, past a couple dozen brick buildings and a couple hundred students who were out enjoying the sunshine. The whole thing looked like a New England prep school, except that the students were all young men with big asses and empty headed grins.

Troy’s Dad felt a knot twisting in his stomach. When he’d gone to university it had been full of serious young men and women, working to further their educations and create good lives. The boys on this campus were unrecognizable from that angle. If these guys were serious about anything, it was sunbathing and weightlifting.

He’d taken a few hours to google about himbos. Every student seemed to fit the stereotype.

A short blond guy with impossibly wide shoulders. He was walking beside the road, dressed in a school tanktop and a pair of pink sweatpants with the words HIMBO U emblazoned across his ridiculous ass.

A jacked redhead who left the tanktop at home, preferring to walk around campus wearing nothing but a pair of booty shorts. He carried a stack of books, but Troy’s Dad suspected he’d never actually opened them.

A young black man with wide pecs and rounded glutes. He was on total display, his body packed into a yellow thong and nothing else. When the car drove past he stopped walking and gave them a friendly wave.

Troy waved right back.

“Look, Troy...” his father said hesitantly. “You know that your mother and I are open minded. And of course, we fully accept that our son is gay, but... doesn’t this almost seem too far?”

“This is where I’m meant to be,” Troy said certainly. “Dad, I can feel it!”

“Really?” his Dad asked. “These guys seem like they’ve made being gay into their whole identity. You’re so much more than that kiddo... you play the guitar, you started for your soccer team, you’ve been involved with the school newspaper for years. Don’t you want to keep doing those things? I’m just worried that you’re limiting your options.”

“Relax Dad,” Troy said with a roll of his eyes. “You’re just biased because of your heteronormative expectations. If we were checking out any other college and you saw college girls walking around like this, you wouldn’t even blink.”

“Kiddo, if I saw a college girl walking around in nothing but her underwear, I’d be calling her parents.”

“Besides,” Troy said, moving on to his next point. “I’m sure these guys have lots of hobbies and interests... but they’re also focussed on being strong and kind and relaxed. That’s the kind of guy I want to be Dad, not some stress case trying to jam in as many extracurriculars as possible.”

They drove past a pair of guys making out on a park bench. One of them was conservatively dressed in a pair of jeans and a skintight tanktop, but the other one was sitting on his partners lap in what looked like a speedo.

“Really?” his Dad chuckled nervously. “You’re sure you’re not... uh... you’re not more interested in that kind of extracurricular?”

“I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a factor,” Troy shrugged. “Look, Dad... I wanna go to a school where being gay is normal. You went to a straight school, why shouldn’t I go to a gay one? Hey, look, there’s the administration building!”

The parking spaces weren’t subtle. Half a dozen spaces were marked out with pink and purple streamers, and a banner was stretched across them. “Reserved for Campus Tours!” Troy’s Dad pulled into the closest stall and turned off the engine.

“I’m not trying to be a buzzkill,” his Dad said. “This is a big decision. I want you to think it through. I want to learn a little more. Okay?”

“Yeah,” Troy said. “Okay. Now we’re here, we’re ready... can we just enjoy the day? We can argue about this the whole way home if you want.”

Troy’s Dad bit his lip. He didn’t want to argue, but parenting... he thought it’d be all baseball and tantrums. Nobody mentioned picking a gay college.

“Okay,” he acquiesced. “Deal.”

They got out of the car and climbed up a pair of old stone steps, through a heavy archway, and into the administration building.

“Hi there!” a young man said the moment they entered. He was well built, but more modestly dressed than most of the guys they’d seen on campus. Tight white shorts and a pink t-shirt with the HIMBO U logo stamped on the back. “My name’s Chaz, I’m your student ambassadors for today.”

“Hi,” Troy said, suddenly shy. “I’m Troy. This is my Dad.”

“Mr. Rhodes,” his Dad said, reaching out to shake Chaz’s hand.

“Excellent. Let me grab the brochure package and we’ll be on our way,” Chaz said. “Every student looking at Himbo U gets a personalized tour, so it’ll just be the three of us today.”

He turned and grabbed a clipboard off the table. Troy’s Dad had to stifle a laugh when he saw the words “STUDENT AMBASSADOR” printed across Chaz’s butt.

“We’ll be taking you on a tour all around campus today,” Chaz said, leading them out from the building. “We’ll drop in on a couple classes, we’ll see some of the campus amenities, we’ll check out a typical dorm room... it’s a full day! I’m glad you got here early!”

“Great!” Troy said. “Dad, isn’t this great?”

“Yeah...”

“Don’t worry Mr. Rhodes,” Chaz said, giving him a dazzling grin. “You’re going to get a sit down with the admissions dean near the end of the day so you can ask any questions. You must have lots of details you want to check.”

“Yeah,” Troy’s Dad admitted. “I guess a lot of parents are nervous.”

“Like... totally,” Chaz agreed. “But I’m sure you’re both going to love your time at Himbo U!”

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Chaz walked them across campus, past dozens of young men who were enjoying the sunny day. Troy was getting more than a few lingering glances from the students.

“The campus has a few different quads on it,” Chaz was saying as he led them under a wide brick archway. “This one is home to four of our student dorms.”

The quad was a bright patch of grass filled with young men milling around. A four story brick building flanked each side of the field.

“That’s Reeves Hall over there,” Chaz pointed. “And there’s Charvet and Krunk. They’re all pretty similar. Today I’m going to show you a room in Fraser Hall.” He turned to the nearest building and used a key to let them inside.

A minute later they were walking down a hallway, dodging muscular young men with towels wrapped around their waists.

“All our dorms use shared washrooms,” Chaz explained. “Most of these guys have classes soon, so the showers can get a little crowded in the morning. Lucky for us, we learn how to share. Here we go.”

He stopped in front of a numbered door and gave a sharp knock. It took almost thirty seconds before the door swung open. A dishevelled looking young man stood there blinking at them. His red hair was messy and he was wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers.

“Oh dude, is this today?” he laughed. “I like... totally forgot. C’mon in! Hey Billy, wake up, we got a tour group!”

Chaz grinned and walked inside, followed by Tony and his Dad. The room wasn’t terrible – about the same size as Troy’s bedroom at home – but it was packed. A queen sized bed took up about half the space, while two desks and a large couch took the rest. The couch was pointed at a TV with a couple different video game consoles hooked up.

A young hispanic man was stirring in bed. He’d kicked the covers off during the night and was laying there with his ass exposed, his red jockstrap framing it nicely.

“You... uh, you sleep with your roommate?” Mr. Rhodes asked with a disapproving tone. “Back in my day we had bunkbeds.”

“I mean, sometimes,” the redhead shrugged. “But my roommate’s been hooking up all week, so Billy spent the night with me instead.”

“I’m taking Bottoming 201,” Billy said, like that was the most natural thing in the world. “Grayson’s been helping me study.”

“Cool!” Troy said, staring at the room. “Everyone here gets a big bed?”

“Yeah,” Billy chuckled. “You wanna try it out? There’s like... lot’s of room!”

“No, no... I’m sorry, this is too weird,” Troy’s Dad interrupted. “These boys should have separate beds.”

“Actually, there are a lot of benefits to sharing a bed,” Chaz said brightly. “It helps with group bonding and positive psychology. Here, check out this pamphlet.”

He pulled a piece of paper from his clipboard and handed it over to Troy’s Dad. The man opened it up and started reading dubiously. It wasn’t long before his eyes glazed over.

“Huh... I guess when roommates sleep together, they have less conflict,” he said to Troy. “Interesting stuff – but someone should tell your mother!”

“Dad,” Troy groaned, rolling his eyes.

“And 600% more sex!” his Dad said, elbowing his son playfully.

“Dad!” Troy yelped, his face flushing red. “I’m sorry, he’s not usually...”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chaz laughed. “It’s all part of the tour. Now... are there any other questions? If not, we need to move along to the classrooms. There’s a language class right now that I’d like to show you.”

“I think we’re good,” Troy’s Dad said with a relaxed grin. “Thanks for letting us interrupt guys,” he said, glancing at Grayson and Billy.

“No worries,” the redhead smiled. “Come back anytime!”

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Chaz took them away from the dorms, though Troy couldn’t resist glancing back. Was the same sort of scene playing out in every single room? If he was a student here, just how often would he wake up with a hot guy beside him? The idea made him vibrate.

“Now of course, college isn’t just about friends and fucking,” Chaz explained as they walked into the more academic section of the campus. “We’re on our way to see a language learning class now. It’s important that everyone who goes here gets a solid grasp of the fundamentals.”

“I had to study Latin in college,” Mr. Rhodes said conversationally. “What are the options for languages here?”

“I’m glad you asked,” Chaz grinned, pulling out another brochure and handing it over. Troy’s Dad opened it and fell silent, zoning out as Chaz kept talking. “Students at Himbo U don’t study a language so they can travel or study... they do it so they can get fucked!”

“Really?” Troy asked.

“Yeah,” Chaz said, giving Troy a knowing smile. “For example, I took a class last year that taught me how to say ‘Daddy, can I suck your cock?’ in twenty-two different languages!”

“Sounds useful,” Troy’s Dad mumbled, still perusing the brochure.

“It is!” Chaz agreed. “The class we’re dropping in on today isn’t nearly as advanced – these are first year students, just learning how to sound like dumb sluts. It takes a lot of practice and homework, but being at Himbo U is like being immersed in that language. It’s like... totally easy to pick up!”

“I speak a little French,” Troy said, trying to fill the silence as his father stared at the brochure.

“That’s funny,” Chaz laughed. “I kiss a little French. Okay, this is the building – come on in, but let’s be quiet in the room unless the professor calls on us. We’ll stand in the back and watch for a few minutes, just to see how classes here operate.”

“Sounds good,” Troy’s Dad said, finally folding the brochure and holding it alongside the dorm room brochure. “I’m looking forward to seeing this!”

The three of them filed into a classroom and stood against the back wall. They were quite high up – the classroom was built like a theatre with tiered rows of seating. Most of the seats were full, young men who were eagerly listening and taking notes as the professor lectured from the front of the room.

Troy couldn’t take his eyes off the professor. A thirty-something stud with a five o’clock shadow and pumped muscles under a white t-shirt. His nipples were clearly visible, even from a distance, and Troy could see his cock outlined in his tight jeans.

The word “LIKE” was written on the chalkboard in thick capital letters.

“Alright, Layton, use the word ‘like’ in a sentence,” the professor said, pointing at someone in the second row.

A young man in a tanktop and a pair of track pants stood up confidently.

“Uh… that’s like… totally awesome bro,” he rumbled in a deep voice.

“Very good,” the professor said brightly. “I see we’ve got a touring student dropping in on us today. And his father! Would you like to try this exercise, Mr…?”

“Rhodes,” Troy’s dad supplied. “Sure. For a man my age, visiting a college is LIKE stepping back in time.”

“Not quite,” the professor said with slight disappointment. “When we use the word ‘like’, it’s a filler word meant to show the listener that we haven’t thought through our sentence very well. Always pause after saying ‘like’, it’ll make you sound even dumber than you are. Why don’t you try it again Mr. Rhodes?”

“I’m not sure that I…”

“Please, sir… be a good example for these students,” the professor insisted.

“You can do it, can’t you Dad?” Troy whispered.

“Sure. Visiting college is like… stepping back in time,” his father said. He shook his head slightly after the words came out, slightly unsettled by the bad grammar.

“Better,” the professor said. “But you’re still using ‘like’ to compare two things. That’s the traditional usage, but it’s not the himbo usage. Try it again, but rather than making a direct comparison, use the space after the pause to describe how visiting a college makes you feel.”

“You got this Mr. Rhodes,” Chaz said encouragingly. A dozen guys had twisted around in their seats, their youthful faces staring up at Troy’s father. He felt pressured to get this right.

“Visiting college is like… so weird!” Rhodes said.

“Perfect,” the professors cheered. “It took a little work to get there, but I think you’ve got it now. Let’s try one more – this time, describe how you feel using superlative terms. Tell me something about your son.”

Troy looked up at his father in pride.

“Troy is like… totally awesome,” Rhodes says.

Mr. Rhodes could feel his braincells slowly remapping as the knowledge sunk in. He blinked a couple times and grinned.

“Thanks professor… you’re like… the best!”

“Excellent usage! And yu’re welcome,” the professor said. “Now, moving on… Spencer, let’s try using ‘Like’ in a sentence…”

A shirtless young man in the front row stood up to practice. Chaz took the cue and snuck motioned them out the back door.

“Wow,” Troy’s Dad said once they were in the hall. “That class seems like... super intense, huh?”

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“Okay, so we’ve seen where you’ll live and we’ve seen where you’ll study,” Chaz said, leading them up to a huge modern looking building. “Now let’s see where you’ll workout! Gym time in mandatory at Himbo U, and where most schools bury the weight room in some basement, here’s it’s right up front.”

As they got closer to the building Troy could see dozens of guys through the glass hefting weights diligently. Most of them worked out shirtless, though a few of them chose to strip right down to their underwear in the gym.

“Every student at Himbo U is required to lift free weights,” Chaz explained. “Most of them find a new passion for exercise right away, but we’ve got classes and trainers if you need a little help.”

“I’m more of a soccer guy,” Troy said, glancing at the weight room nervously. “Is there an option to join a team instead?”

“Nope,” Chaz said, shaking his head. “We’ve got teams, and you’re welcome to play, but gym time is mandatory. Don’t worry, between daily gym sessions, world class nutrition, and plenty of extracurricular... uh, exercise... you’ll have the body of your dreams in no time.”

Chaz glanced around as they strolled into the gym. After a few seconds he saw someone he recognized and brought the group towards the bench presses.

“This is Nick,” Chaz grinned. “Nick, this is Troy Rhodes and his Dad, here for the campus tour. Troy, I wanted you to meet Nick cause he’s kinda like you. When he started at Himbo U, he was a total cub.”

“I had the love handles, y’know,” Nick grinned. “And I know you’re on the other side, maybe a little too small, but that’s cool... it took me about a week or two before I really fit the mold. You will too bro, and you’ll do it in a way that works for you. Like... most of these guys wax or get laser or whatever, but I’m still a hairy muscle bro, y’know? Kinda keepin’ it real with my cub heritage.”

Nick was working out in a pair of rugby shorts and a backwards ball cap. There wasn’t an ounce of spare fat on him anywhere.

“Wow,” Troy gasped. “So even though I’m not some muscle stud now...”

“Yeah, don’t stress bro,” Nick laughed. “You’re like... totally ready to transform that bod. Here, hop on, I’ll spot you a set!”

“I don’t know...” Troy said, glancing at his Dad. “I’ve never...”

“Hey,” his Dad said reassuringly. “You heard Chaz. If you go here, free weights are like... mandatory. It’s not so scary, here, I’ll show you...”

Troy’s Dad sat down on the bench and got under the bar.

“You sure about this old man?” Nick asked.

“Shut up and spot me,” Troy’s Dad ordered. He grabbed the bar and grunted hard, barely managing to shift the bar in it’s hooks. Nick grinned, then put his hands under the bar.

“Okay, try again,” Nick encouraged.

This time, with Nick helping, Troy’s Dad managed to unpack the bar and lower it over his chest. Nick’s triceps were clearly working as he helped bring the weight back up, but Troy’s Dad completed his rep and started to lower the bar again.

He finished another rep. Then another. Each time he moved the weight, Nick was doing less and less to help. By the time Rhodes hit the eighth rep he was straining to push the weight on his own.

The weight crashed down as Troy’s Dad re-racked the weight.

“That’s like... impossible,” he panted, staring up at the ceiling. “That felt like... totally magical!”

“It’s not magic,” Chaz chuckled, handing over a brochure. “You have to put in the effort, but here at Himbo U we believe in helping these young men reach peak physical condition.”

Troy glanced down at the brochure. It had a map of the extensive fitness centre, along with before and after shots of Himbo U students. Skinny, fat, whatever... they all needed up looking like over muscled gym rats. He realized that everyone had gone quiet... how long had he been staring at the brochure?

“Uh... you’re always saying I should gain weight,” Troy said to his Dad. “I think this place could be really healthy for me!”

“You want a spot now?” Nick asked.

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Two hours later they finally left the gym, headed back towards the administration building. Chaz had to blow off two more classes he wanted to show them, but it wasn’t a big deal – Troy and his Dad were both walking with a cocky gait. They’d gone through the whole gym, lifting heavy and getting pumped.

Troy could feel his pecs tight against his t-shirt. Was he growing already? He hoped so...

“Alright, Mr. Rhodes, you’re going to have a sit down with the dean of admissions,” Chaz explained as they walked. “And while that’s happening, I’ll take Troy on a walking tour of the neighbourhood. If he ends up going here, I want him to feel comfortable.”

Troy’s Dad cracked his neck.

“Thanks Chaz,” he said with a grin. “You’re like... the best!”

Troy and Chaz stood there, watching Troy’s Dad walk into the administration building. Once the door closed behind him, Chaz turned and gave Troy a conspiratorial look.

“Okay bro... so I just kinda like... just lied there. We’re going on a tour for sure, but uh... we’re touring fraternity row. Most guys at Himbo U live on campus first year, but you can pledge right away if you want! And like... everyone joins up by third year. You want a tour?”

“Yeah,” Troy nodded. “I always wanted to join a frat!”

“Sick,” Chaz laughed. “Lets go check it out!”

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Troy’s Dad sat down across from the dean. He was somewhere in his late forties and still in great shape. For a half-second, Mr. Rhodes was jealous of his fitness... but who wouldn’t be fit with a gym like the one at Himbo U!

“This school seems amazing,” Rhodes found himself admitting. “I mean like... obviously my kid will have a great time. But does it really prepare him for the real world?”

“I’m not sure I follow,” the dean said with a kind smile.

“Well... after four years at Himbo U, Troy will be buff and dumb and sexually experienced, that’s like... for sure,” his Dad grinned. “But how does that translate into the job market?”

“Oh, of course,” the dean chuckled. “I understand your concerns, but let me assure you Mr. Rhodes, 98% of our graduates find work in a himbo-oriented or himbo-adjacent field within six months. Take a look at this, and I’ll show you some of the possibilities.”

He haded Rhodes a pamphlet. The concerned father started leafing through it... it did seem like there were a lot of career opportunities...

“Alright, let’s start here,” the dean said, pulling up a slideshow on his computer. The first photo showed a gogo boy, dancing on stage at a gay bar.

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“Your Dad seems really cool,” Chaz was saying. “When I told my folks I wanted to go to Himbo U, they outright forbid it. Had to get the brochures mailed to the house first.”

“Yeah...” Troy shrugged. “He just wants me to have a good life.”

“I get that bro,” Chaz said, punching Troy on the shoulder lightly. “Don’t worry... being a himbo’s like... super awesome.”

The walked in silence for a few seconds. It was a long street bordered by large houses. It seemed like every house had a himbo or two hanging out on the front porch and enjoying the weather.

“We’ve got a lot of frats here,” Chaz said, pointing at some of the houses. “That’s the bro fat. The jock frat. The leather frat, if that’s your thing. And here’s the party frat, the party frat, the party frat... actually most of the block is party frats... there’s something for everyone.”

“Cool,” Troy said. His eyes were starting to bulge.

“Actually, this one’s mine,” Chaz said, pointing at one of the party frats. “They’re expecting us. Let me know you around.”

“Yeah.”

Troy followed Chaz inside the house. To an experienced handyman, there were a few areas that needed work, but Troy couldn’t see a single problem. The bright yellow house seemed like heaven.

Chaz walked him into the living room where a half-dozen guys were hanging out in various states of undress. Troy was starting to wonder if he should even pack shirts... they had to wear them sometimes, right? Formal events, or maybe in the winter?

“Hey guys,” Chaz called out. “This is the guy I texted you about... Troy’s lookin’ at Himbo U and I wanna make a good impression. Plus like... he seems cool, so lets make sure he rushes Theta, you get me?”

“I’ll help,” a beefy himbo said, tossing his phone on the coffee table and jumping up. “Hey bro, I’m Greg,” he said, putting a heavy hand on Troy’s shoulder. “You wanna come up to my room?”

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“So you’re saying my son is gonna be like... some kinda sex worker?” Troy’s Dad said as he paged through the pamphlet.

“Not necessarily,” the dean said. “That’s an option, certainly. But he could be a model, or an influencer, or even a boytoy for some rich sugardaddy!”

“But still... fundamentally he’d be selling his looks or his body.” Mr. Rhodes sighed. “I don’t know... I mean... from what it says here, there’s nothing wrong with that! But... that’s not really who Troy is...”

“Why do you say that?” the dean asked.

“He’s always been a shy kid,” Troy’s Dad shrugged. “More interested in playing soccer than going on dates, y’know? And yeah, I get it, gay kids in high school... but I don’t know if he’s sexually charged like this.”

He pointed at a picture in the brochure. An escort sucking off a client in a beautiful hotel suite.

“Really?” the dean chuckled. “Because I just got a text from your student ambassador, Chaz. According to him, your son is getting gangbanged by the theta boys right now!” A bit of an exaggeration, sure, but college recruiters always exaggerate.

“I’m sorry, what?” Rhodes said, looking suddenly surprised. He glanced back down at the pamphlet... there was nothing wrong with it, but...

He took a second and tried to compose himself. Troy was getting fucked by a frat... not what he expected from this trip.

“You wouldn’t happen to have a pamphlet for that?” Mr. Rhodes asked meekly.

The dean grinned and handed him a glossy piece of paper. Troy’s Dad felt instantly better as he read the title: “Your Son’s a Slut at Himbo U!”

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Chaz grabbed Troy’s shirt by the collar and ripped it in two.

“That’s better,” he grinned. “Don’tcha feel silly, wearing a shirt like... all day?”

“Uh... I mean... you wore a shirt all day,” Troy pointed out.

“Yeah,” Greg mocked from behind Chaz. “You goin’ preppy on us bro?”

Chaz rolled his eyes and grabbed at his own collar. One rip later and his shirt was on the ground beside Troy’s.

“Yeah, that’s better,” Greg chuckled. He wrapped his arms around Chaz’s thick body and kissed the back of his fratbros neck.

Chaz reached forward to grab Troy’s by the waist of his jeans, hauling him closer. Troy stumbled for a second, not quite sure what to do.

“I’m uh...”

“You want this, don’t you bro?” Chaz asked, pausing for just a second.

“Yeah. I just... I never, uh...”

“First time?” Greg asked, propping his head on Chaz’s shoulder. “No worries bro, we’ll show you around.”

Chaz gave Troy a long look. Troy breathed for a few seconds before he leaned forward and planted his lips on Chaz. The student ambassador moaned and pulled Troy closer.

“You’ve at least kissed a boy, right?” Chaz asked.

“I have now,” Troy smirked. “That was like... totally awesome.”

“Someone’s a fast learner,” Chaz chuckled. “Don’t worry, Professor Babbage will wring that outta you.”

“Glad you liked it,” Greg said. “It gets so much better bro... you’re gonna love it here.”

“So you don’t even know if you’re a top,” Chaz teased, grabbing Troy’s hard cock through his jeans.

“Or a bottom,” Greg echoed, taking a Troy’s ass in his hands and giving his glutes a hard squeeze.

“Maybe a little of both,” Troy moaned.

“Let’s find out,” Greg said, reaching around Troy and unbuckling his belt. “I’m thinking we pop that cherry right now.”

“That cool with you Troy?” Chaz asked. “It’s okay to say no.”

“I’m nervous,” Troy admitted. “But yeah... let’s do it.”

“You’re just nervous cause you’re overthinkin’,” Greg whispered in his ear. “Come to Himbo U, you won’t be overthinkin’ ever again.”

Troy could feel Greg’s cock pressed up against his boxers. Somehow Greg had already torn away his track pants and he’d been going commando underneath.

“You ever get your cock sucked?” Chaz asked, inching Troy’s boxers down until his cock whacked Chaz in the face.

Troy didn’t have time to answer. Chaz dove onto his cock and started sucking furiously. Troy’s knees buckled under the sudden wave of pleasure.

“Oh my god...” he moaned, grabbing Chaz’s hair and trying to stay upright. “Yeah. Yeah. Do that forever.”

“Yeah?” Greg teased. “What about this?”

Suddenly Troy felt a lubed up finger against his hole, then a tiny bit of pressure and it slid inside. Greg went gently, pushing his finger just inside before using it to work Troy’s hole a little. While Chaz sucked on his cock for a few minutes, Greg started introducing Troy to the way his hole should feel.

“Mmmmm...” Troy moaned at Greg’s intrusion.

“Maybe he’s a bottom,” Greg teased.

“Yeah, but maybe he’s a top,” Chaz countered, lifting himself off Troy’s cock. Chaz was gone for a few horrible seconds before he returned. His hole was wet with lube, and he was running his hand along Troy’s cock, making sure there was plenty there too.

Chaz bent over the bed and presented his hole to Troy.

“What do you think boy?” Chaz smirked. “You like the way that looks?”

“Fuck him,” Greg whispered in his ear. “You know you wanna, right Troy?”

Troy took two steps forward and rested his cock against Chaz’s hole. After all day walking around campus, seeing so many hot guys, getting his hole fingered by Greg... he didn’t just want to fuck. He needed it.

“Uuuuuhhhnn....” Chaz moaned as Troy slid inside of him. Troy echoed his moan. He always thought it’d feel the same as his hand, but it didn’t... not at all.

Soon Troy was thrusting in and out roughly. Chaz grinned, his face smashed down into the mattress. Troy had no idea how lucky he was, having such an experienced bottom to learn with.

“I’m gonna...” Troy gasped. “I’m...”

Troy blew his load inside Chaz. Pump after pump of cum flooded Chaz’s hole until it started leaking out.

“Oh my god...” Troy gasped as his cock dropped out, totally spent. “That was amazing...”

“Remember language class,” Chaz moaned, rolling over on the bed and breathing hard.

“That was like... totally amazing,” Troy gasped, realizing how much dumber he sounded. Himbo U was gonna teach him so much. “I wanna bottom next time though... gotta try everything...”

“You’re gonna,” Greg chuckled. “A good himbo loves to experiment. And I think you’re a good himbo, aren’t you boy?”

“Yeah,” Troy nodded, his eyes still unfocussed from the pleasure. “I’m a good himbo.”

Greg grinned and walked to the door.

“Hey boys,” he shouted as loudly as he could. “Get in here. We got a baptism!”

Troy was still standing in a daze when a dozen fratbros crowded into the room.

“Troy says he’s a himbo boys,” Greg announced. “You all know what that means! Troy, get on your knees.”

Troy was too out of it to ask questions. He got down on his knees and looked up towards Greg. All around him, fratbros were losing what little they had on. A dozen cocks in a circle... he wanted to suck them all.

The guys of Theta were jerking their cocks, walking slowly around him in a circle. Every few seconds another cock came near him, but never for long enough... he wanted his lips around one, but they just kept moving... dancing...

“Look at his face,” Chaz smirked. “He’s one of us for sure.”

Troy barely had time to wonder what that meant. Chaz’s cock blew first, all over his face. His cum dripped down Troy’s chin and onto his chest. Troy instinctively licked his lips, loving the sweet taste.

Then Greg blew his load. He tasted different from Chaz... less sweet, more salty. Then Aiden. Then Brody. Then Oscar. They came all over him, covering his face in cum. Making his hair sticky with it.

“There you go Troy,” Chaz said, lifting him back to a standing position. “Doesn’t that feel good?”

“Yeah...” Troy said, still stunned. “That was like... so good.”

“I think it’s time we get you back to the administration building,” Chaz said, trying to find his jeans. “Your Dad is probably bored silly.”

“Uh...” Troy said, realizing that he was about to head home. “You kinda ripped my shirt off.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Chaz laughed. He dug in the closet for a minute and found a lime green tank with the HIMBO U logo on the front. “Put that on. You’ll have a bunch soon enough.”

“Do you have a towel or something?” Troy asked. “Or maybe I can use your shower...? This is... a lot.”

“I said don’t worry about it,” Chaz said, tussling Troy’s hair and leaving it messy and cemented with cum. “You look super slutty right now, why ruin it?”

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Troy and Chaz were walking back towards the administration building.

“My Dad’s gonna kill me,” Troy said. “I mean... yeah, I look super slutty, and that’s like... amazing, but my Dad’s not gonna be cool with this. I’m gonna get so grounded. And he definitely won’t let me go to school here!”

“Relax, l’il bro,” Chaz chuckled. “I get it. It’s scary, but don’t worry... the dean’s like... takin’ care of you. You’re gonna get in, you’re even gonna get a scholarship. Not every student tour ends in a baptism, y’know?”

“Yeah, but what about my Dad?”

“Parents figure their shit out,” Chaz shrugged. “Just remember, it’s not your shit to fix.”

“I hope you’re right,” Troy sighed.

It was too late to do anything about it anyhow – he could see his Dad leaning up against the car, waiting for him.

“I’m right buddy,” Chaz said, giving Troy a squeeze on the shoulder. “We’ll see you in the fall. And remember, you better pledge Theta, okay?”

“Yeah,” Troy grinned. “For sure.”

“Hi Mr. Rhodes,” Chaz called out. “Sorry to get him back so late. Did you have a good talk with the dean?”

“I did, thanks,” Troy’s Dad said. “Hey kiddo, hope you enjoyed yourself!”

He didn’t seem to notice the messy hair or Troy’s new Himbo U tanktop or the dried cum on Troy’s face. Or maybe he noticed and he just didn’t care. Troy wondered what kind of talk he’d had with the dean... there was something about this place that made people get it.

“Yeah,” Troy said. “I had a great time.”

“Good,” his Dad grinned. “Cause I talked to the admissions office and well... you’re in! Looks like Chaz vouched for you too, so they made a decision on the spot. Apparently you’re gonna fit right in! I’m proud of you kiddo.”

“You vouched?” Troy said, turning to stare at Chaz.

“I sent a text,” the older student shrugged. “But for real, you’re a natural. I gotta go setup for tonights kegger... but I’ll see you in the fall.”

“Congrats Troy,” his Dad said, watching as Chaz walked away. “You made some friends, and I’ve gotta admit, I was like... totally wrong about this place. You’re gonna be such a good slut!”

“What about Mom?” Troy asked nervously. “She’s not gonna like it.”

“The dean gave me so many brochures to show her,” his Dad shrugged. “I’m sure once she does a little reading she’ll understand. In the meantime... I kinda jumped the gun. I hope this doesn’t embarrass you, but let’s do this together...”

He bent down and grabbed something off the dashboard. Troy followed him around the car in confusion and watched as his father squatted down next to the tailpipe. He tore the backing off a sticker and smoothed it onto his car.

Troy couldn’t believe it. He stared at the bright pink bumper sticker and grinned.

PROUD PARENT AT HIMBO U!