Until the third evening I hadn’t really noticed him. But on the fourth I did, and by the end of an evening spent focused on his cock as it bounces in his shorts each time we pass each other, I’d not only noticed him but decided to have him.

Joe leans in to kiss me, and I can’t stop him, and I can’t stop myself. At first he’s a little tentative, lips bouncing lightly against lips. I lower the zip on his top further, and sliding my arm round his body I press him closer, and our tongues are soon working magic.

The first boy to join us isn’t much more than 20. He slides his cock through an opening in his overcoat.

Three and Four are a muscled couple that I’ve fucked with often, and they kiss deep as Joe takes a cock in each hand, wanking and sucking at each in turn.

I use my phone light to direct Joe’s gaze to the strong pale legs of the skinhead, who has peeled his jeans down his thighs and past his knees. He’s standing in as wide a stance as he can, and his long cock hangs heavy and ready.

On campus later that week I make a point of speaking to Sunny Jackson, the head gymnastics coach, about the new boys on the squad, and of course he has registered puppy Joe too.