College gay men first time
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Morning light had filled Mike’s room—even conquering his drawn blinds. I inhaled deeply, and was so happy to be me, to be alive, to be a man, to have a dick, to know who I was.
And then I looked at Mike’s phone— 7:45 AM.
“Fuck,” I said aloud. I flew off the floor and I started scurrying about to find my clothes.
Mike, still bleary, asked, “What are you doing?”
“I am supposed to be at the Athletic Center in fifteen minutes. I have a Lax game,” I said.
Mike stood up slowly, as if an invisible crane slowly drew him up. His big dick dangling indifferently over his wagging balls made me stop in my tracks. He kissed me.
“Dude, you got your shorts, stop looking,” Mike said.
He stumbled over to his dresser. In seconds clean white socks, boxer briefs and a nice solid blue T were tossed my way.
I appreciated having clean underwear. I kissed him and left. I ran toward the athletic center. As I walked into the Men’s General Locker Room my team mates were headed out to the field to warm up.
As I moved past them I apologized and said I’d be on the field in five.
Sean, the Captain, just said “okay”.
That he did not yell at me was the first indication. Our team had fifteen guys which is very thin for subs. To be late for a game is unthinkable.
I stripped naked except for my socks, fumbled into my compression shorts and cup, pads, jersey, shorts and gloves in a solid minute, tied up my cleats, grabbed my helmet, crosse and mouth piece. I ran to the field in time for most of the warm up.
The game unfolded well. We won. I played competently.
In the general locker room most all of the club lax guys had a locker in the same general area. They were rented from campus rec and if you indicated a Club sport on the application you would be allowed to rent a full locker for the semester and get a locker in your team’s general zone.
As usual I stripped to shower. I noticed the banter was subdued. The shower room was huge — thirty or so shower heads arrayed in two U shaped bays with a towel area between.
At ten in the morning on Saturday our team basically had the showers to ourselves.
Our team always used the right bay. I noticed both guys who usually showered next to me were not there. And there was hardly any talking—very subdued.
In the drying area I noticed a few guys on the team emerging from the other shower bay. Nate saw me as he walked out and clearly broke eye contact. In the drying area he turned toward the wall as he toweled off, and fixed the towel about his waist to walk to his locker.
This is a guy who had showered next to me several times in the past two weeks. The first time I met him he was helicoptering his soapy dick in the showers.
And HE broke eye contact...and turned away...and put a towel around his waist.
So they knew I was gay. And this was the response.
Once Sean was dressed and as he was walking out I asked to talk to him.
“What’s up,” Sean said. “I mean what’s going on, on your mind, whatever,” he said.
I laughed. He did not smile.
“I think the guys think I am gay,” I said.
“Lax is my department, man, not sexuality,” he said dismissively.
“Well, I am gay,” I said. “I love to play LaCrosse but I will quit if the guys prefer.”
Sean stopped walking. He said “follow me”.
He led me to an empty handball court and closed the door. “You don’t have to quit cause you are gay,” he said.
“I know,” I said. “I’m not the Rosa Parks of club Lax,” I said. “But I’m not gonna play if guys don’t want me on the team.”
“Do you love the game?,” he asked.
“I do,” I said.
Sean said he played because his brothers, father, grandfather and two uncles played. “I truly love the game,” he said. “I was born with a crosse in my hand,” he said.
Sean said nobody wanted me off the team. He said I was a “better than average” player. Sean said though that several guys were moving their lockers and a few others indicated they would try to avoid me in the showers.
That some guys were going to ask for new locker assignments hit like a punch.
Sean said: “They are uncomfortable being looked at naked by a gay guy,” he said.
I could not lie to Sean and say I did not see my teammates naked bodies with no feeling. I noticed their great bodies. I recognized them as attractive and very hot too.
“I’ve seen every guy on our team naked,” I said. “And they have seen me. I have never sported wood. I’m not thinking about anything other than taking a shower while in the shower.”
“But later,” Sean said, “do you ever think of—“
“Sean, if you think of the hot chick in Anthropology back in your dorm room, whose business is that?”
“I can’t be on a team I have divided,” I said.
“Hold on,” Sean said. “It’s just modesty.”
“No, it’s not,” I said. “It is personal.”
“How many guys are planning to move lockers,” I asked.
“Three or four,” Sean said.
“Are you one,” I asked.
He looked down at his sneakers, then up at me. The face I saw looking at me was the Sean I better recognized: “Fuck you,” he said,
“You want to quit, quit,” he said. “And I’m not giving you time to think about it.”
“I’m marking you off the roster right now unless you apologize, drop and give me fifty,” he said.
As a club sport captain he had no actual authority except over the roster.
I knelt reflexively, planked and to his count, gave him fifty push-ups, mercifully in five sets of ten.
“And another thing,” he said. “Don’t be fucking late again. Give me ten more.”
As I stood up, he poked my chest with his finger. He made direct eye contact. He was inches from my face.
“I will figure this out,” he said. “You just show up and play. End of discussion. Get out of here.”
And then I looked at Mike’s phone— 7:45 AM.
“Fuck,” I said aloud. I flew off the floor and I started scurrying about to find my clothes.
Mike, still bleary, asked, “What are you doing?”
“I am supposed to be at the Athletic Center in fifteen minutes. I have a Lax game,” I said.
Mike stood up slowly, as if an invisible crane slowly drew him up. His big dick dangling indifferently over his wagging balls made me stop in my tracks. He kissed me.
“Dude, you got your shorts, stop looking,” Mike said.
He stumbled over to his dresser. In seconds clean white socks, boxer briefs and a nice solid blue T were tossed my way.
I appreciated having clean underwear. I kissed him and left. I ran toward the athletic center. As I walked into the Men’s General Locker Room my team mates were headed out to the field to warm up.
As I moved past them I apologized and said I’d be on the field in five.
Sean, the Captain, just said “okay”.
That he did not yell at me was the first indication. Our team had fifteen guys which is very thin for subs. To be late for a game is unthinkable.
I stripped naked except for my socks, fumbled into my compression shorts and cup, pads, jersey, shorts and gloves in a solid minute, tied up my cleats, grabbed my helmet, crosse and mouth piece. I ran to the field in time for most of the warm up.
The game unfolded well. We won. I played competently.
In the general locker room most all of the club lax guys had a locker in the same general area. They were rented from campus rec and if you indicated a Club sport on the application you would be allowed to rent a full locker for the semester and get a locker in your team’s general zone.
As usual I stripped to shower. I noticed the banter was subdued. The shower room was huge — thirty or so shower heads arrayed in two U shaped bays with a towel area between.
At ten in the morning on Saturday our team basically had the showers to ourselves.
Our team always used the right bay. I noticed both guys who usually showered next to me were not there. And there was hardly any talking—very subdued.
In the drying area I noticed a few guys on the team emerging from the other shower bay. Nate saw me as he walked out and clearly broke eye contact. In the drying area he turned toward the wall as he toweled off, and fixed the towel about his waist to walk to his locker.
This is a guy who had showered next to me several times in the past two weeks. The first time I met him he was helicoptering his soapy dick in the showers.
And HE broke eye contact...and turned away...and put a towel around his waist.
So they knew I was gay. And this was the response.
Once Sean was dressed and as he was walking out I asked to talk to him.
“What’s up,” Sean said. “I mean what’s going on, on your mind, whatever,” he said.
I laughed. He did not smile.
“I think the guys think I am gay,” I said.
“Lax is my department, man, not sexuality,” he said dismissively.
“Well, I am gay,” I said. “I love to play LaCrosse but I will quit if the guys prefer.”
Sean stopped walking. He said “follow me”.
He led me to an empty handball court and closed the door. “You don’t have to quit cause you are gay,” he said.
“I know,” I said. “I’m not the Rosa Parks of club Lax,” I said. “But I’m not gonna play if guys don’t want me on the team.”
“Do you love the game?,” he asked.
“I do,” I said.
Sean said he played because his brothers, father, grandfather and two uncles played. “I truly love the game,” he said. “I was born with a crosse in my hand,” he said.
Sean said nobody wanted me off the team. He said I was a “better than average” player. Sean said though that several guys were moving their lockers and a few others indicated they would try to avoid me in the showers.
That some guys were going to ask for new locker assignments hit like a punch.
Sean said: “They are uncomfortable being looked at naked by a gay guy,” he said.
I could not lie to Sean and say I did not see my teammates naked bodies with no feeling. I noticed their great bodies. I recognized them as attractive and very hot too.
“I’ve seen every guy on our team naked,” I said. “And they have seen me. I have never sported wood. I’m not thinking about anything other than taking a shower while in the shower.”
“But later,” Sean said, “do you ever think of—“
“Sean, if you think of the hot chick in Anthropology back in your dorm room, whose business is that?”
“I can’t be on a team I have divided,” I said.
“Hold on,” Sean said. “It’s just modesty.”
“No, it’s not,” I said. “It is personal.”
“How many guys are planning to move lockers,” I asked.
“Three or four,” Sean said.
“Are you one,” I asked.
He looked down at his sneakers, then up at me. The face I saw looking at me was the Sean I better recognized: “Fuck you,” he said,
“You want to quit, quit,” he said. “And I’m not giving you time to think about it.”
“I’m marking you off the roster right now unless you apologize, drop and give me fifty,” he said.
As a club sport captain he had no actual authority except over the roster.
I knelt reflexively, planked and to his count, gave him fifty push-ups, mercifully in five sets of ten.
“And another thing,” he said. “Don’t be fucking late again. Give me ten more.”
As I stood up, he poked my chest with his finger. He made direct eye contact. He was inches from my face.
“I will figure this out,” he said. “You just show up and play. End of discussion. Get out of here.”
MIKE’S CELLO
I wanted to do something fun — like go swimming, take a hike, play frisbee, throw a football, maybe mini golf. Mike suggested a walk through the campus art gallery and then a visit to the basement of the building “for a surprise”.
So we walked through the student art exhibit galleries. A bunch of black and white photos. Others see things I just don’t in this stuff. But I liked being with Mike.
Then Mike led me to the basement of the Fine Arts building. There were a bunch of tiny rooms, a rabbit warren. Some had a piano in them. None were occupied then.
Mike brought me to a cubby with a Cello, chair and a music stand.
“That’s my cello,” he said. “I’m assigned this room to practice, as a player of an oversized instrument,” he said.
“There are like thirty of these practice ‘rooms’, but only four lock,” Mike said. And only one has no window slit in the door — I chose well.”
Mike locked the door. Turned to face me and took off his shirt and sneakers...then shorts...underwear...and socks. He was rock hard, naked.
I gulped.
He sat in the lone chair and drew his bow across the cello. “This is Bach’s Cello Suite in D Major,” Mike said.
Loud, deep, masculine, earthly, sounds rose off the strings. Mike’s eyes were closed.
I undressed. Mike opened his eyes momentarily and smiled at my stiff cock and nakedness.
A cello between his legs is quite a cock block.
So I knelt by him and my right hand worked it’s way behind the cello and found Mike’s quivering penis. My left hand found my own.
As the music danced from fast to slow, high and low, my spit glazed hands moved over our cocks.
I let the sound mix with the pleasures of sexual touch. I did not try to adjust my ‘beat’ to the music. I just allowed what I felt dictate how I stroked him and myself. I was guided by feeling and desire. Some part of that was surely informed by the music but how one can never know. What music does to us, and how, is a mystery.
When the music stopped after more than twenty minutes he opened his hazel-brown eyes and looked into my eyes.
Damn, he wanted more now, I thought. He stood up and my hand uncoupled from his dick. He carefully put the cello away. The click as the latch on the Cello case closed made my cock bounce.
Mike sat back on the chair, his strong hairy masculine legs spread. I knelt between his legs occupying the space where his cello had been.
We kissed softly for a moment. His calloused fingers grabbed my ass. As I leaned forward and lowered my head toward his center my ass moved beyond his reach. He did not care. I kissed his dick and his fingers now moved through my hair. I licked his balls. I kissed his defined hard abs.
Then I put my hands on his hips, sat back on my haunches and brought my mouth around his shaft and gently moved his big dick down my throat until his bush tickled my lips.
I rose up and down on his dick. He moaned. Its quivering, its bitter slime coating the roof of my mouth. I loved being on Mike. For half an hour I played cock maestro.
As his cock slid for the hundredth time deep, deep into my head, it spasmed, hardened and gave me the bittery white elixir. He was just spurting as I drew the penis to my upper mouth. I refused to release his cock from the massage of my tongue until it shriveled some. With my mouth emptied of cock for the first time in half an hour, I looked at his contented face as I swallowed his sacred semen.
I licked his dick and balls clean. He softly touched my face.
“You are beautiful,” Mike said. “What do you want to do fun,” he asked softly.
I had a surprise in mind.
I wanted to do something fun — like go swimming, take a hike, play frisbee, throw a football, maybe mini golf. Mike suggested a walk through the campus art gallery and then a visit to the basement of the building “for a surprise”.
So we walked through the student art exhibit galleries. A bunch of black and white photos. Others see things I just don’t in this stuff. But I liked being with Mike.
Then Mike led me to the basement of the Fine Arts building. There were a bunch of tiny rooms, a rabbit warren. Some had a piano in them. None were occupied then.
Mike brought me to a cubby with a Cello, chair and a music stand.
“That’s my cello,” he said. “I’m assigned this room to practice, as a player of an oversized instrument,” he said.
“There are like thirty of these practice ‘rooms’, but only four lock,” Mike said. And only one has no window slit in the door — I chose well.”
Mike locked the door. Turned to face me and took off his shirt and sneakers...then shorts...underwear...and socks. He was rock hard, naked.
I gulped.
He sat in the lone chair and drew his bow across the cello. “This is Bach’s Cello Suite in D Major,” Mike said.
Loud, deep, masculine, earthly, sounds rose off the strings. Mike’s eyes were closed.
I undressed. Mike opened his eyes momentarily and smiled at my stiff cock and nakedness.
A cello between his legs is quite a cock block.
So I knelt by him and my right hand worked it’s way behind the cello and found Mike’s quivering penis. My left hand found my own.
As the music danced from fast to slow, high and low, my spit glazed hands moved over our cocks.
I let the sound mix with the pleasures of sexual touch. I did not try to adjust my ‘beat’ to the music. I just allowed what I felt dictate how I stroked him and myself. I was guided by feeling and desire. Some part of that was surely informed by the music but how one can never know. What music does to us, and how, is a mystery.
When the music stopped after more than twenty minutes he opened his hazel-brown eyes and looked into my eyes.
Damn, he wanted more now, I thought. He stood up and my hand uncoupled from his dick. He carefully put the cello away. The click as the latch on the Cello case closed made my cock bounce.
Mike sat back on the chair, his strong hairy masculine legs spread. I knelt between his legs occupying the space where his cello had been.
We kissed softly for a moment. His calloused fingers grabbed my ass. As I leaned forward and lowered my head toward his center my ass moved beyond his reach. He did not care. I kissed his dick and his fingers now moved through my hair. I licked his balls. I kissed his defined hard abs.
Then I put my hands on his hips, sat back on my haunches and brought my mouth around his shaft and gently moved his big dick down my throat until his bush tickled my lips.
I rose up and down on his dick. He moaned. Its quivering, its bitter slime coating the roof of my mouth. I loved being on Mike. For half an hour I played cock maestro.
As his cock slid for the hundredth time deep, deep into my head, it spasmed, hardened and gave me the bittery white elixir. He was just spurting as I drew the penis to my upper mouth. I refused to release his cock from the massage of my tongue until it shriveled some. With my mouth emptied of cock for the first time in half an hour, I looked at his contented face as I swallowed his sacred semen.
I licked his dick and balls clean. He softly touched my face.
“You are beautiful,” Mike said. “What do you want to do fun,” he asked softly.
I had a surprise in mind.
There is a lot we could do with our bodies spontaneously. But the asshole is fickle place.
There were old-school stall showers in Mike’s dorm — not the kind with an outer chamber. And the stall walls did not extend to the tile floor in his dorm. There were a couple common drains and a gutter against the wall. No cleansing in there.
So when Mike returned from the showers and confirmed he was not ready, there was no safe way we had yet figured out in this shower arrangement to advance the cause.
I was far from disappointed. Many other options, some we had explored and some we had not, came to mind.
Destination ass woukd not be a daily dick destination. For several reasons, actually. But great sex was daily, at least.
I could not wait to put my surprise in motion.
There were old-school stall showers in Mike’s dorm — not the kind with an outer chamber. And the stall walls did not extend to the tile floor in his dorm. There were a couple common drains and a gutter against the wall. No cleansing in there.
So when Mike returned from the showers and confirmed he was not ready, there was no safe way we had yet figured out in this shower arrangement to advance the cause.
I was far from disappointed. Many other options, some we had explored and some we had not, came to mind.
Destination ass woukd not be a daily dick destination. For several reasons, actually. But great sex was daily, at least.
I could not wait to put my surprise in motion.
We borrowed Matt’s car on Sunday. Actually, we paid Matt a hundred bucks for its use, and drove forty minutes to Assateague Island. It was late August and it was still warm. The sandy beach was miles and mikes long and in a state park so if you walked far enough you could escape all humanity.
We were on the west side of the island and the sun would set soon. We hike a half hour up the beach. The water was calm on the westshore. There was a faint breeze, gulls cavorting and rustling sedge grass.
I chose the spot and stripped naked.
“Somebody could see us,” Mike said as he nonetheless took off his sandals.
“There are many naturists on this beach,” I said. “It’s just a fine for being nude, and we are very not likely to get seen much less caught,” I said.
Of course naked and having sex is another matter.
“We need the protection of the setting sun,” I said.
Naked, we waded into the water and we had made our way a hundred yards toward the sun and away from the sandy beach when the undulating water played with our balls.
My dick was hard. “When the sky and clouds turn every shade from crimson to purple and the sun is at its brightest just above the water, we will be protected from clear view even if someone is on the beach.”
We held hands listening to the water and the breeze. Feeling the water.
Mike knew when it was time. He moved in front of me. To anybody on the beach he disappeared in my shadow.
I had envisioned facing the sun, penetrating his ass and gently fucking him until the sun disappeared.
Instead, Mike sank to his knees before me, up to his pecs in the the water, and he sucked my dick as the ocean moved my balls which were just half under the surface.
I looked down at him on my dick, looked up at the sky rapidly turning shades of colors so unique to the moment of their creation they have no name.
For fifteen minutes he worshiped my cock as the sun set. He licked my frenulum like a lolipop. He kissed my shaft. His powerful sucking as he worked my dick...his gentle licking of the base of my cock. And then when it disappeared down his throat...dear fucking God.
The heavens kept changing colors as the sun descended and the wispy clouds changed shape.
In the nearing darkness I rested my hands on his shoulders and grunted “yes, dear God, yes” as he drew my semen out of my thankful penis.
As he was swallowing my seamen, I sank to my knees. The water rose to my chest. The undulating surf moved our bodies but did not threaten to overtake us.
Underwater our hands embraced. The sun had set but the horizon remained emblazened with color.
Kneeling in the water we watched the sky darken.
“Mike, I love you,” I said
“Dude,” he whispered, “I love you, too.”
We rose up, hands held, turned and began to walk to shore.
To my surprise there was someone there.
“Shit,” I said. Probably a Ranger, I thought.
“Lose the erection,” I told Mike, as we just stood there. “Whoever it is can’t see any detail of us. Let’s just stand here for awhile.”
Mike noted “the someone” was likely standing over our clothes.
“Double shit,” I said.
“Act normal,” Mike said. “Start sloshing and horsing around.” We ran and played tag in the water.
Mike, now limp as can be, acted like he just noticed the shadowy caricature on the beach.
“Hey man, come on in,” Mike said.
“Are these your clothes,” the man asked.
“Yes,” Mike said.
“I certainly hope you have trunks on,” the guy said. “Skinny dipping is a violation in Maryland.”
“How about you gentlemen come on over here,” the guy said.
As we walked out of the water naked it was clear “the guy” was NOT a Ranger. Thank God.
He was maybe thirty, short blonde hair, muscular, kinda looked the part of a cop but in flip flops, cargo shorts and a tank top, he clearly wasn’t.
“I know what you were doing out there,” he said.
We looked at each other, and before we said something, the guy spoke again: “It’s normal for guys to just spur of the moment head out in the water,” he said.
He seemed unphased that he was talking to two nineteen year-old naked men. For our part we had no towel so we needed to dry in the warm evening breeze.
He definitely looked at our cocks—a lot.
I reached down and adjusted my package, and, yep, his eyes were glued to my groin.
I glanced at Mike. Our gaydars were in sync.
“I am camping up this way, you guys want to join me for dinner,” he asked.
“For a hundred bucks,” Mike said. “I’ll jerk off for you.” Mike grabbed his soft dick and giggled his package.
The guy laughed very uncomfortably. “Good night boys,” he said. Even then he was looking at Mike’s cock as he walked off.
“Stop calling guys to shore to leer at there dicks,” Mike said. I was stunned Mike could say such a thing. “Damn, thought I had gotten us reimbursed for the car,” Mike said smiling as he looked at me.
“That was kinda rude,” I said.
“Rude is calling us out of the water, standing over our clothes and salivating over our naked bodies,” Mike said. “We already gave a hundred bucks worth to that freak show. He’s probably stroking right now.”
I had not expected Mike from Indiana could verbally sucker punch over anything. I was very wrong.
“If freak show had given you a Franklin would you have—“
“I knew he wouldn’t,” Mike said. “Never even considered that alternative option.”
We got dressed and hand-in-hand walked toward the car. Less than a a few hundred yards later...
Mike looked at me. “Can I—“ he asked with a smile and deep dimples. His breathing was shallow.
I interrupted him. “Yes,” I said. “I want it bad.”
We stripped again and walked back out into the water. The partial moon had appeared. I noticed Saturn just above the light quickly fading from the sky.
In thigh deep water, with my eyes fixed on Saturn, my hand on my knees, jetting my ass, his cock pushed into me.
“Poke me,” Mike. My lust to be taken surprised me.
To the lilting sounds of water meeting the shore was added the sound of Mike’s thighs rapidly slapping into my ass.
I felt drugged with joy.
Mike’s powerful arms held me about the chest. He kissed my neck as he fucked. I felt loved by and lusted for by him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes” he squeaked after a few minutes as my ass took his load—and he pulled out of me.
I knelt before him and licked his balls tenderly and put the penis fresh from my ass in my mouth to suck gingerly as it limped. I loved his penis.
I stood. We kissed, turned toward shore, and began walking to the beach. “Act normal,” I joked. The beach was empty.
I felt we had consummated in God’s house. I felt alive. Not powerful, not fucked, just truly, truly alive.
We were on the west side of the island and the sun would set soon. We hike a half hour up the beach. The water was calm on the westshore. There was a faint breeze, gulls cavorting and rustling sedge grass.
I chose the spot and stripped naked.
“Somebody could see us,” Mike said as he nonetheless took off his sandals.
“There are many naturists on this beach,” I said. “It’s just a fine for being nude, and we are very not likely to get seen much less caught,” I said.
Of course naked and having sex is another matter.
“We need the protection of the setting sun,” I said.
Naked, we waded into the water and we had made our way a hundred yards toward the sun and away from the sandy beach when the undulating water played with our balls.
My dick was hard. “When the sky and clouds turn every shade from crimson to purple and the sun is at its brightest just above the water, we will be protected from clear view even if someone is on the beach.”
We held hands listening to the water and the breeze. Feeling the water.
Mike knew when it was time. He moved in front of me. To anybody on the beach he disappeared in my shadow.
I had envisioned facing the sun, penetrating his ass and gently fucking him until the sun disappeared.
Instead, Mike sank to his knees before me, up to his pecs in the the water, and he sucked my dick as the ocean moved my balls which were just half under the surface.
I looked down at him on my dick, looked up at the sky rapidly turning shades of colors so unique to the moment of their creation they have no name.
For fifteen minutes he worshiped my cock as the sun set. He licked my frenulum like a lolipop. He kissed my shaft. His powerful sucking as he worked my dick...his gentle licking of the base of my cock. And then when it disappeared down his throat...dear fucking God.
The heavens kept changing colors as the sun descended and the wispy clouds changed shape.
In the nearing darkness I rested my hands on his shoulders and grunted “yes, dear God, yes” as he drew my semen out of my thankful penis.
As he was swallowing my seamen, I sank to my knees. The water rose to my chest. The undulating surf moved our bodies but did not threaten to overtake us.
Underwater our hands embraced. The sun had set but the horizon remained emblazened with color.
Kneeling in the water we watched the sky darken.
“Mike, I love you,” I said
“Dude,” he whispered, “I love you, too.”
We rose up, hands held, turned and began to walk to shore.
To my surprise there was someone there.
“Shit,” I said. Probably a Ranger, I thought.
“Lose the erection,” I told Mike, as we just stood there. “Whoever it is can’t see any detail of us. Let’s just stand here for awhile.”
Mike noted “the someone” was likely standing over our clothes.
“Double shit,” I said.
“Act normal,” Mike said. “Start sloshing and horsing around.” We ran and played tag in the water.
Mike, now limp as can be, acted like he just noticed the shadowy caricature on the beach.
“Hey man, come on in,” Mike said.
“Are these your clothes,” the man asked.
“Yes,” Mike said.
“I certainly hope you have trunks on,” the guy said. “Skinny dipping is a violation in Maryland.”
“How about you gentlemen come on over here,” the guy said.
As we walked out of the water naked it was clear “the guy” was NOT a Ranger. Thank God.
He was maybe thirty, short blonde hair, muscular, kinda looked the part of a cop but in flip flops, cargo shorts and a tank top, he clearly wasn’t.
“I know what you were doing out there,” he said.
We looked at each other, and before we said something, the guy spoke again: “It’s normal for guys to just spur of the moment head out in the water,” he said.
He seemed unphased that he was talking to two nineteen year-old naked men. For our part we had no towel so we needed to dry in the warm evening breeze.
He definitely looked at our cocks—a lot.
I reached down and adjusted my package, and, yep, his eyes were glued to my groin.
I glanced at Mike. Our gaydars were in sync.
“I am camping up this way, you guys want to join me for dinner,” he asked.
“For a hundred bucks,” Mike said. “I’ll jerk off for you.” Mike grabbed his soft dick and giggled his package.
The guy laughed very uncomfortably. “Good night boys,” he said. Even then he was looking at Mike’s cock as he walked off.
“Stop calling guys to shore to leer at there dicks,” Mike said. I was stunned Mike could say such a thing. “Damn, thought I had gotten us reimbursed for the car,” Mike said smiling as he looked at me.
“That was kinda rude,” I said.
“Rude is calling us out of the water, standing over our clothes and salivating over our naked bodies,” Mike said. “We already gave a hundred bucks worth to that freak show. He’s probably stroking right now.”
I had not expected Mike from Indiana could verbally sucker punch over anything. I was very wrong.
“If freak show had given you a Franklin would you have—“
“I knew he wouldn’t,” Mike said. “Never even considered that alternative option.”
We got dressed and hand-in-hand walked toward the car. Less than a a few hundred yards later...
Mike looked at me. “Can I—“ he asked with a smile and deep dimples. His breathing was shallow.
I interrupted him. “Yes,” I said. “I want it bad.”
We stripped again and walked back out into the water. The partial moon had appeared. I noticed Saturn just above the light quickly fading from the sky.
In thigh deep water, with my eyes fixed on Saturn, my hand on my knees, jetting my ass, his cock pushed into me.
“Poke me,” Mike. My lust to be taken surprised me.
To the lilting sounds of water meeting the shore was added the sound of Mike’s thighs rapidly slapping into my ass.
I felt drugged with joy.
Mike’s powerful arms held me about the chest. He kissed my neck as he fucked. I felt loved by and lusted for by him.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes” he squeaked after a few minutes as my ass took his load—and he pulled out of me.
I knelt before him and licked his balls tenderly and put the penis fresh from my ass in my mouth to suck gingerly as it limped. I loved his penis.
I stood. We kissed, turned toward shore, and began walking to the beach. “Act normal,” I joked. The beach was empty.
I felt we had consummated in God’s house. I felt alive. Not powerful, not fucked, just truly, truly alive.
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Mike’s Roommate
Evan was cool with me being gay. And that boy lands in pussy every few days at the longest. I think I motivated him.
I told him about the LaCrosse issue and he was incredulous. “If they are men they should not care about who sees them naked,” he said. “Who sees you, who cares,” he said, as he
dropped his towel dramatically.
“You do have a pretty nice dick,” I told him. Evan gave a comfortable chuckle. “It’s gonna get some action in about an hour,” he said. He pulled on a pair of tight boxer briefs that showed off his package and firm ass nicely.
Once dressed he started looking for quarters for the condom dispenser.
Evan never hid his cock from me. He actually shook at me if he thought I was looking at it. “Not for you,” he’d say. The shaking proved he was limp.
Mike’s roommate was a total contrast.
Evan was attractive, athletic, friendly, fun, open and all-around easy to live with except for being cluttered.
Mike’s roommate Trent was porcine with plastic brown hair—fairly long, parted and seemingly glued to his big round head. He was a prelaw major. He read the Bible daily and yet clearly ignored most of its words.
Mike told him he was gay Sunday night. And in the moment Trent flopped on the floor praying for Mike’s deliverance from iniquity. Mike described a scene too unbelievable to be true — but it was.
When Mike told me about Trent’s prayerful flop I texted—“can he get up?”
What followed went equally poorly. But Trent indicated he’d put in for a room transfer, and that was a huge silver lining.
When Trent insisted Mike not have sex in their room, he told Trent “too late, I fucked and got fucked right there,” pointing to the spot on the floor.
“I don’t need your permission to have sex here when you aren’t here,” Mike told him.
Trent insisted Mike did need permission to have guests.
Mike then described for Trent exactly what we had done without Trent’s permission and how great it was. In detail.
In the end Mike agreed he’d not fuck in the room as long as Trent was out within a week.
Meanwhile I had told Evan he could have his chick over Friday night because I would be at Mike’s because Trent was going home again this upcoming weekend.
I did not want to disappoint Evan who was really happy about spending an entire night and lazy morning with his chick.
When I asked Mike if he had any ideas where I could go, he was incredulous that I thought he intended to actually honor the no-sex arrangement.
“What Trent does not know won’t hurt him,” Mike said. “You are definitely coming over to my room still — and I’m fucking you.”
I smiled.
Evan was cool with me being gay. And that boy lands in pussy every few days at the longest. I think I motivated him.
I told him about the LaCrosse issue and he was incredulous. “If they are men they should not care about who sees them naked,” he said. “Who sees you, who cares,” he said, as he
dropped his towel dramatically.
“You do have a pretty nice dick,” I told him. Evan gave a comfortable chuckle. “It’s gonna get some action in about an hour,” he said. He pulled on a pair of tight boxer briefs that showed off his package and firm ass nicely.
Once dressed he started looking for quarters for the condom dispenser.
Evan never hid his cock from me. He actually shook at me if he thought I was looking at it. “Not for you,” he’d say. The shaking proved he was limp.
Mike’s roommate was a total contrast.
Evan was attractive, athletic, friendly, fun, open and all-around easy to live with except for being cluttered.
Mike’s roommate Trent was porcine with plastic brown hair—fairly long, parted and seemingly glued to his big round head. He was a prelaw major. He read the Bible daily and yet clearly ignored most of its words.
Mike told him he was gay Sunday night. And in the moment Trent flopped on the floor praying for Mike’s deliverance from iniquity. Mike described a scene too unbelievable to be true — but it was.
When Mike told me about Trent’s prayerful flop I texted—“can he get up?”
What followed went equally poorly. But Trent indicated he’d put in for a room transfer, and that was a huge silver lining.
When Trent insisted Mike not have sex in their room, he told Trent “too late, I fucked and got fucked right there,” pointing to the spot on the floor.
“I don’t need your permission to have sex here when you aren’t here,” Mike told him.
Trent insisted Mike did need permission to have guests.
Mike then described for Trent exactly what we had done without Trent’s permission and how great it was. In detail.
In the end Mike agreed he’d not fuck in the room as long as Trent was out within a week.
Meanwhile I had told Evan he could have his chick over Friday night because I would be at Mike’s because Trent was going home again this upcoming weekend.
I did not want to disappoint Evan who was really happy about spending an entire night and lazy morning with his chick.
When I asked Mike if he had any ideas where I could go, he was incredulous that I thought he intended to actually honor the no-sex arrangement.
“What Trent does not know won’t hurt him,” Mike said. “You are definitely coming over to my room still — and I’m fucking you.”
I smiled.
The LaCrosse Lockers
At the next practice three guys had moved their lockers. The practice was the same, much of the banter had returned to normal.
Post practice everybody showered and it was busy — unlike Saturday AM — there were like three sets of practices and the odd swimmer vying for the showers. So it wasn’t terribly obvious a few teammates showered in the left bay.
Sean made it a point, I think, to shower at the head right next to mine. Shower small talk flowed pretty freely all around.
...
At the next practice the three guys still had relocated lockers. The locker room was dead except for our team and a few guys coming off of personal workouts.
To my surprise nobody on the team used the left shower bay, but some guys did seem hurried. I don’t know if I was the cause or not, but I hurried myself as if to prove my purpose was not to linger.
So one of the guys not on the team who came into the showers with his workout buddy was ribbing his mate for having a frilly blue and yellow loofah.
“That is so fucking gay,” he said to his friend.
Ten sets of eyes stared this poor guy down. Sean said, “what do you know about gay?”
“Nothing,” the guy said.
“I know there’s one guy, maybe more, in here now who is gay,” Sean said. “Can you figure out who?” he said.
“Is this a joke,” the guy replied.
“Nope,” Sean said as he scrubbed his scalp. “Just making small talk.”
“I don’t know who the gay guy is,” the guy said. He snatched his mate’s Loofah and held it up. “But maybe he could tell us if this thing is ‘gay’ or not.”
“I’m gay,” I said. “Toss it here.”
I carefully examined the thing. I started peeling back some of the folds of dense mesh cloth the thing was made of.
Sean smiled. “What the fuck are you doing to that poor thing,” he asked.
“Well, before I ask it if it is gay —,” I said. “I figured I’d first figure if it is male or female. But I can’t find a dick or a pussy so I don’t know where to begin,” I said.
The laughter was uninhibited.
The guy said “fuck you,” to me and smiled. The Loofah owner made the universal sign for “toss it to me”.
Loofah returned to its owner, I finished rinsing and walked out.
As I was drying around the corner I heard the guy ask Sean “is he really—“. Sean probably provided some nonverbal answer that was ‘yes”.
“So when dad asks ‘what did ya do at college today, son’,” the guy said. “I really can say I showed my ding dong to a naked gay guy in the showers, and damn, it didn’t fall off.”
They all laughed.
At the next practice three guys had moved their lockers. The practice was the same, much of the banter had returned to normal.
Post practice everybody showered and it was busy — unlike Saturday AM — there were like three sets of practices and the odd swimmer vying for the showers. So it wasn’t terribly obvious a few teammates showered in the left bay.
Sean made it a point, I think, to shower at the head right next to mine. Shower small talk flowed pretty freely all around.
...
At the next practice the three guys still had relocated lockers. The locker room was dead except for our team and a few guys coming off of personal workouts.
To my surprise nobody on the team used the left shower bay, but some guys did seem hurried. I don’t know if I was the cause or not, but I hurried myself as if to prove my purpose was not to linger.
So one of the guys not on the team who came into the showers with his workout buddy was ribbing his mate for having a frilly blue and yellow loofah.
“That is so fucking gay,” he said to his friend.
Ten sets of eyes stared this poor guy down. Sean said, “what do you know about gay?”
“Nothing,” the guy said.
“I know there’s one guy, maybe more, in here now who is gay,” Sean said. “Can you figure out who?” he said.
“Is this a joke,” the guy replied.
“Nope,” Sean said as he scrubbed his scalp. “Just making small talk.”
“I don’t know who the gay guy is,” the guy said. He snatched his mate’s Loofah and held it up. “But maybe he could tell us if this thing is ‘gay’ or not.”
“I’m gay,” I said. “Toss it here.”
I carefully examined the thing. I started peeling back some of the folds of dense mesh cloth the thing was made of.
Sean smiled. “What the fuck are you doing to that poor thing,” he asked.
“Well, before I ask it if it is gay —,” I said. “I figured I’d first figure if it is male or female. But I can’t find a dick or a pussy so I don’t know where to begin,” I said.
The laughter was uninhibited.
The guy said “fuck you,” to me and smiled. The Loofah owner made the universal sign for “toss it to me”.
Loofah returned to its owner, I finished rinsing and walked out.
As I was drying around the corner I heard the guy ask Sean “is he really—“. Sean probably provided some nonverbal answer that was ‘yes”.
“So when dad asks ‘what did ya do at college today, son’,” the guy said. “I really can say I showed my ding dong to a naked gay guy in the showers, and damn, it didn’t fall off.”
They all laughed.
Anticipation Denied
I kept thinking of Mike. His dick. His smile. His smell. His dick. His soft balls. His tight ass. His soft touch. His kiss. His dick. His hands pressing my shoulders down as he pounded me. His eyes. His dick. Him.
He intruded all my thoughts.
I met Mike for breakfast on Friday. We sat at a table and enjoyed hot coffee. Mike had a bowl of nuts and fruit. I hoovered a plate of eggs.
“I am so fucking horny for tonight,” I whispered to him. We had made out and sucked and jerked each other everyday, but we had not enjoyed ass since Mike came in me on the beach on Sunday.
Mike smiled. “I am looking forward to taking your dick,” he whispered.
The conversation drifted off to the mundane, and then I just asked: “So, are you more bottom or top?”
He slowly chewed a mouthful of fruit, and pondered my question.
“I like to plow,” he said. “But the most intense moment, the moment I repeatedly rethink, is when right after I spurted with your cock in my ass I put my hands on your abs to slow the thumping you were delivering cause it was so intense,” he said.
“And when you ignored me and sped up instead I felt so much, so much I had to surrender and let myself just be flooded by more waves of feeling than I was able to process,” Mike said. “I went from dread and a need to stop you to accepting I could not and then suddenly accepting the feeling of more than I can take,” he said.
“I don’t know if that makes sense,” he said.
“That’s the best description of how it feels to get fucked I’ve heard,” I said.
“Did I hurt you,” I asked fearfully.
“No!,” Mike said. “I felt uncomfortable every now and again but overall it felt fucking crazy fantastic, just hyper intense.”
“I deem myself a Top who bottoms,” Mike said.
How about you?” Mike asked. “More top or bottom,” he asked.
“More bottom,” I said. “I did not think that would be, but when I came on your sheet without even touching my cock when you fucked me, I knew,” I said.
“But I have a need to top also,” I said. “I relish that moment I enter you,” I said.
Mike finished his coffee with a dramatic bottoms-up. “You don’t have long to wait for both,” he smiled
“I will fuck you good tonight. And my ass is going to take every inch of your gorgeous cock,” he promised
We had twenty minutes to get to our respective classes.
As we left the dining hall, I gave him a little kiss. I was about to walk away but he did not let go of my hand. He gulped. “You got bad horn,” I observed. His eyes confessed to it.
“We are five minutes away from your room,” Mike said. “Is it open?”
I nodded. “Evan is at class,” I said.
“We could steal ten minutes,” he said.
“Let’s run,” I said. So we jogged back to my room.
As I fumbled with the key to my door, Sam walked by and paused to make small talk with us.
“Sam, no time, we’re gonna grab a quickie,” I said.
“Jesus,” he said. “That’s more than I needed to know,” he said. As I shut the door on Sam, I told him there better not be a fire drill. He laughed.
Once the door was closed, Mike’s hand was in my shorts.
I turned to face the door, put my hands against the hard solid oak. Mike pulled down my shorts and briefs which fell around my ankles. He spread my ass, spit on his hand and his finger test drilled my hole. “Oh my God,” I said.
Mike spit twice more, and I felt his dick at my hole. Boom! He was fucking my ass. He spit on his right hand, reached around and began vigorously pumping my dick.
I contorted. Jetted my ass onto his advancing dick to drive him deeper. My head lowered and rose. My hands reached back to grab my own ass as I planted my face against the door. I played with my own balls. “Cum in me. Cum in me please. Fuck me, man!!,” I begged.
“You are so nice to my dick,” he said. He drove his pecker into me and I just wanted it more.
I unloaded in a puddle on the tile floor, my warm milk spurting and then dribbling down his hand as he was still furiously pumping my cock as he nailed me. When my cock softened — I go limp fast — he squeezed me at the base of my shaft and pulled my cock through his tight fingers to exude the last drop of cum.
As he brought his cum covered hand up to his mouth, with the smell of my semen hanging in the air, his thumping abruptly stopped, the soft sound of being fucked hard gave way to an instant of silence. Not even his shallow breathing disturbed this silence. His body quivered. His hands squeezed my shoulders. Then he growled “ahhhhhr, fuck yes” as his taint, balls and penis worked together to pump semen out of his penis deeply planted into me.
After he unloaded he licked my cum off his right hand. I tried to turn around to kiss him. But he told me to “stay like you are...”
He lowered to his knees. He parted my ass and did something he had never done. I felt his halting breath move over my crack. I felt him lick from my balls over the rear of the base of my dick, over my taint and then to my hole. He swallowed the escaping jizz he caught. He then carefully licked my rosebud clean.
Still on his knees he turned me around and licked and sucked my cock clean. I enjoyed stroking his soft hair as he carefully tended to me.
When he stood, I knelt and brought his sagged cock fully into my mouth and licked and sucked him clean.
We pulled up our shorts; I wiped up the cum on the floor and we headed off to class, on time.
I kept thinking of Mike. His dick. His smile. His smell. His dick. His soft balls. His tight ass. His soft touch. His kiss. His dick. His hands pressing my shoulders down as he pounded me. His eyes. His dick. Him.
He intruded all my thoughts.
I met Mike for breakfast on Friday. We sat at a table and enjoyed hot coffee. Mike had a bowl of nuts and fruit. I hoovered a plate of eggs.
“I am so fucking horny for tonight,” I whispered to him. We had made out and sucked and jerked each other everyday, but we had not enjoyed ass since Mike came in me on the beach on Sunday.
Mike smiled. “I am looking forward to taking your dick,” he whispered.
The conversation drifted off to the mundane, and then I just asked: “So, are you more bottom or top?”
He slowly chewed a mouthful of fruit, and pondered my question.
“I like to plow,” he said. “But the most intense moment, the moment I repeatedly rethink, is when right after I spurted with your cock in my ass I put my hands on your abs to slow the thumping you were delivering cause it was so intense,” he said.
“And when you ignored me and sped up instead I felt so much, so much I had to surrender and let myself just be flooded by more waves of feeling than I was able to process,” Mike said. “I went from dread and a need to stop you to accepting I could not and then suddenly accepting the feeling of more than I can take,” he said.
“I don’t know if that makes sense,” he said.
“That’s the best description of how it feels to get fucked I’ve heard,” I said.
“Did I hurt you,” I asked fearfully.
“No!,” Mike said. “I felt uncomfortable every now and again but overall it felt fucking crazy fantastic, just hyper intense.”
“I deem myself a Top who bottoms,” Mike said.
How about you?” Mike asked. “More top or bottom,” he asked.
“More bottom,” I said. “I did not think that would be, but when I came on your sheet without even touching my cock when you fucked me, I knew,” I said.
“But I have a need to top also,” I said. “I relish that moment I enter you,” I said.
Mike finished his coffee with a dramatic bottoms-up. “You don’t have long to wait for both,” he smiled
“I will fuck you good tonight. And my ass is going to take every inch of your gorgeous cock,” he promised
We had twenty minutes to get to our respective classes.
As we left the dining hall, I gave him a little kiss. I was about to walk away but he did not let go of my hand. He gulped. “You got bad horn,” I observed. His eyes confessed to it.
“We are five minutes away from your room,” Mike said. “Is it open?”
I nodded. “Evan is at class,” I said.
“We could steal ten minutes,” he said.
“Let’s run,” I said. So we jogged back to my room.
As I fumbled with the key to my door, Sam walked by and paused to make small talk with us.
“Sam, no time, we’re gonna grab a quickie,” I said.
“Jesus,” he said. “That’s more than I needed to know,” he said. As I shut the door on Sam, I told him there better not be a fire drill. He laughed.
Once the door was closed, Mike’s hand was in my shorts.
I turned to face the door, put my hands against the hard solid oak. Mike pulled down my shorts and briefs which fell around my ankles. He spread my ass, spit on his hand and his finger test drilled my hole. “Oh my God,” I said.
Mike spit twice more, and I felt his dick at my hole. Boom! He was fucking my ass. He spit on his right hand, reached around and began vigorously pumping my dick.
I contorted. Jetted my ass onto his advancing dick to drive him deeper. My head lowered and rose. My hands reached back to grab my own ass as I planted my face against the door. I played with my own balls. “Cum in me. Cum in me please. Fuck me, man!!,” I begged.
“You are so nice to my dick,” he said. He drove his pecker into me and I just wanted it more.
I unloaded in a puddle on the tile floor, my warm milk spurting and then dribbling down his hand as he was still furiously pumping my cock as he nailed me. When my cock softened — I go limp fast — he squeezed me at the base of my shaft and pulled my cock through his tight fingers to exude the last drop of cum.
As he brought his cum covered hand up to his mouth, with the smell of my semen hanging in the air, his thumping abruptly stopped, the soft sound of being fucked hard gave way to an instant of silence. Not even his shallow breathing disturbed this silence. His body quivered. His hands squeezed my shoulders. Then he growled “ahhhhhr, fuck yes” as his taint, balls and penis worked together to pump semen out of his penis deeply planted into me.
After he unloaded he licked my cum off his right hand. I tried to turn around to kiss him. But he told me to “stay like you are...”
He lowered to his knees. He parted my ass and did something he had never done. I felt his halting breath move over my crack. I felt him lick from my balls over the rear of the base of my dick, over my taint and then to my hole. He swallowed the escaping jizz he caught. He then carefully licked my rosebud clean.
Still on his knees he turned me around and licked and sucked my cock clean. I enjoyed stroking his soft hair as he carefully tended to me.
When he stood, I knelt and brought his sagged cock fully into my mouth and licked and sucked him clean.
We pulled up our shorts; I wiped up the cum on the floor and we headed off to class, on time.
Trent Friday
Friday evening came, and I walked to Mike’s dorm with a bounce in my step. I wondered when he would soon look up at me claiming his ass, would his hazel eyes express more brown or green today.
As I happily anticipated, Mike texted me asking me to knock on the door so he could come out in the hall.
I replied “okay”. This was very odd.
When I arrived, Mike stepped into the hall—with his NB sneakers on. I knew that indicated we were not going back in. He closed the door.
“My roommate Trent moved his computer,” Mike said.
“So what,” I said.
Mike explained Trent was fastidious and compulsive about leaving his stuff in perfect order. So Mike was convinced the computer was shifted so Trevor’s laptop webcam could record Mike.
“The way it was before the cam faced the wall,” Mike said. He said the computer was on but the screen was dark.
“If the cam is on, there should be a little light that turns on,” I said.
“I dont know much about this stuff,” Mike said. “But Trevor skypes and stuff with it all the time.”
The dorm tech guru was a guy named Buzz, and Mike asked him to look at Trevor’s computer.
He hit the keyboard and the screen came to life. The computer was password protected and in any event Mike had no desire to hack it.
“I woke it up to see if it would activate the camera — the indicator light should come on,” Buzz said.
“This is interesting,” he said. He pointed to a tiny piece of duct tape, roughly matching the charcoal grey of the computer covering the indicator light.
“He may have been annoyed by it,” Buzz said. He peeled the tape back just far enough that if the light came on we could see it, but we could reapply the tape by just pressing it back down.
“Can he turn it on remotely or set it to come on at a particular time,” Mike asked.
“Yes,” said Buzz. “And I know he knows how to do both. Trent and I have talked about shit like that.”
“But its not recording now,” I said.
“Right,” Buzz said. “If you guys have any other questions I’ll be around for a few hours.” .
“Trent will probably be getting home right about now,” Mike said. “I am convinced he is going to ‘check in’ soon.”
Mike had a plan. He began recording video with my smart phone pointed at Trent’s computer. He left it on.
Meanwhile we sat on his bed and began making out. His hand in my pants discovered the traditional Bike jock I had worn for the ocassion. My hand down his sweats discovered he was commando. “I’ve never worn a jock,” Mike said.
As we kissed a dim little blue light began to glow around the edge of the tape on Trent’s computer.
We were being recorded.
But Mike continued to kiss me. He then actually stood up and faced the computer. He pulled down his sweats and wagged his hard dick at me and then pulled his sweats back up. He leaned over and kissed me.
The blue light stayed on.
“Let’s have sex right now,” he said.
“Ah, okay,” I said. That was my official line.
The blue light stayed on.
“Oh, you will want to hear this so don’t dare turn off the cam, Trent,” Mike said. He directly faced the camera.
“Call my cell right now so we can discuss how best to surrender your computer to campus security,” Mike said. “If you don't call in thirty seconds I’m calling campus security to take your computer right now.”
The blue light went off. And Mike’s phone rang. Meanwhile, my phone was still recording...
Mike put Trent on speaker.
“What are you doing,” Trent demanded in a tinny voice.
Mike was direct. “You violated campus rules and probably the law by recording me without my permission.”
“And when you saw my dick you kept watching. And when we were about to fuck you kept watching,” Mike said.
“You promised not to have sex in the room, I had to check—,” Trent said.
“Well you can explain that to campus security, how you had justification to record me all these times,” Mike said.
“There was only one other time,” Trent said. “And it was just audio,” he blurted.
“So you turned the computer so you could see, too?,”
Trent did not respond. “Who knows what the cops will find on your computer,” Mike said.
“You sound crazy. You have no evidence of shit; it is a web relay, that computer does not record anything,” he said. “I am justified to not trust you and check in on my own room,” he said.
Mike hung up on him. And I turned off the camera on my phone.
Trent called back. Without Trent asking, Mike played back a portion of the prior call to prove it was recorded.
“What do you want,” Trent said. He was scared — of what he had done or what might be found on his computer, or both.
“Nothing,” Mike said. He hung up again.
Trent immediately called yet again. This time he sounded paniced.
“Don’t ruin my life, please,” Trent entreated Mike.
“I want you out of mine,” Mike said. “And I want to know what you recorded,” he said.
“Honestly, nothing,” Trent said. “I listened in on a phone call you made yesterday, and watched-in tonight. There is no saved recording; its like facetime,” he said.
“Based on that phone call you listened to, you knew I was going to have sex with Adam tonight,” Mike said.
“Yes,” Trent said.
“And you planned to watch us fuck??,” Mike said.
“Yes,” said Trent. “I wanted to see it,” he said.
Mike’s anger subsided. “Trent, when you saw my hard dick wagging did you look away from your screen,” Mike asked.
“No,” Trent said. “I just admired it.”
Trent laughed nervously. “But I’m definitely not gay,” he said.
“I am not going to call campus security,” Mike said. “I am mad about this, and I am glad you are moving out because this is unreal.”
“Meanwhile,” Mike said. “I will be having sex in my room as I please, and you won’t be watching. I am unplugging and closing your computer.”
“Good night, Trent.” Mike hung up a final time.
“Where were we,” Mike said looking at me.
“You were pulling down your sweats and wagging you cock,” I said. “I liked that...”
He warmly smiled. His innocent plowboy dimples juxstaposed with his demanding lustful eyes. They tended toward green today.
“And maybe you were, ah, opening your mouth,” he said softly as he caressed my hair.
I could have greeted his dick sitting on the bed, but I felt I belonged on my knees.
Mike took off his shirt. Looking up at him, I drew my hands over his firm body. Then I slid his sweats down and he stepped out of them. He was now naked except for his skimpy white no-show socks.
I knelt, still clothed. I took his hard cock into my shaking hand.
Friday evening came, and I walked to Mike’s dorm with a bounce in my step. I wondered when he would soon look up at me claiming his ass, would his hazel eyes express more brown or green today.
As I happily anticipated, Mike texted me asking me to knock on the door so he could come out in the hall.
I replied “okay”. This was very odd.
When I arrived, Mike stepped into the hall—with his NB sneakers on. I knew that indicated we were not going back in. He closed the door.
“My roommate Trent moved his computer,” Mike said.
“So what,” I said.
Mike explained Trent was fastidious and compulsive about leaving his stuff in perfect order. So Mike was convinced the computer was shifted so Trevor’s laptop webcam could record Mike.
“The way it was before the cam faced the wall,” Mike said. He said the computer was on but the screen was dark.
“If the cam is on, there should be a little light that turns on,” I said.
“I dont know much about this stuff,” Mike said. “But Trevor skypes and stuff with it all the time.”
The dorm tech guru was a guy named Buzz, and Mike asked him to look at Trevor’s computer.
He hit the keyboard and the screen came to life. The computer was password protected and in any event Mike had no desire to hack it.
“I woke it up to see if it would activate the camera — the indicator light should come on,” Buzz said.
“This is interesting,” he said. He pointed to a tiny piece of duct tape, roughly matching the charcoal grey of the computer covering the indicator light.
“He may have been annoyed by it,” Buzz said. He peeled the tape back just far enough that if the light came on we could see it, but we could reapply the tape by just pressing it back down.
“Can he turn it on remotely or set it to come on at a particular time,” Mike asked.
“Yes,” said Buzz. “And I know he knows how to do both. Trent and I have talked about shit like that.”
“But its not recording now,” I said.
“Right,” Buzz said. “If you guys have any other questions I’ll be around for a few hours.” .
“Trent will probably be getting home right about now,” Mike said. “I am convinced he is going to ‘check in’ soon.”
Mike had a plan. He began recording video with my smart phone pointed at Trent’s computer. He left it on.
Meanwhile we sat on his bed and began making out. His hand in my pants discovered the traditional Bike jock I had worn for the ocassion. My hand down his sweats discovered he was commando. “I’ve never worn a jock,” Mike said.
As we kissed a dim little blue light began to glow around the edge of the tape on Trent’s computer.
We were being recorded.
But Mike continued to kiss me. He then actually stood up and faced the computer. He pulled down his sweats and wagged his hard dick at me and then pulled his sweats back up. He leaned over and kissed me.
The blue light stayed on.
“Let’s have sex right now,” he said.
“Ah, okay,” I said. That was my official line.
The blue light stayed on.
“Oh, you will want to hear this so don’t dare turn off the cam, Trent,” Mike said. He directly faced the camera.
“Call my cell right now so we can discuss how best to surrender your computer to campus security,” Mike said. “If you don't call in thirty seconds I’m calling campus security to take your computer right now.”
The blue light went off. And Mike’s phone rang. Meanwhile, my phone was still recording...
Mike put Trent on speaker.
“What are you doing,” Trent demanded in a tinny voice.
Mike was direct. “You violated campus rules and probably the law by recording me without my permission.”
“And when you saw my dick you kept watching. And when we were about to fuck you kept watching,” Mike said.
“You promised not to have sex in the room, I had to check—,” Trent said.
“Well you can explain that to campus security, how you had justification to record me all these times,” Mike said.
“There was only one other time,” Trent said. “And it was just audio,” he blurted.
“So you turned the computer so you could see, too?,”
Trent did not respond. “Who knows what the cops will find on your computer,” Mike said.
“You sound crazy. You have no evidence of shit; it is a web relay, that computer does not record anything,” he said. “I am justified to not trust you and check in on my own room,” he said.
Mike hung up on him. And I turned off the camera on my phone.
Trent called back. Without Trent asking, Mike played back a portion of the prior call to prove it was recorded.
“What do you want,” Trent said. He was scared — of what he had done or what might be found on his computer, or both.
“Nothing,” Mike said. He hung up again.
Trent immediately called yet again. This time he sounded paniced.
“Don’t ruin my life, please,” Trent entreated Mike.
“I want you out of mine,” Mike said. “And I want to know what you recorded,” he said.
“Honestly, nothing,” Trent said. “I listened in on a phone call you made yesterday, and watched-in tonight. There is no saved recording; its like facetime,” he said.
“Based on that phone call you listened to, you knew I was going to have sex with Adam tonight,” Mike said.
“Yes,” Trent said.
“And you planned to watch us fuck??,” Mike said.
“Yes,” said Trent. “I wanted to see it,” he said.
Mike’s anger subsided. “Trent, when you saw my hard dick wagging did you look away from your screen,” Mike asked.
“No,” Trent said. “I just admired it.”
Trent laughed nervously. “But I’m definitely not gay,” he said.
“I am not going to call campus security,” Mike said. “I am mad about this, and I am glad you are moving out because this is unreal.”
“Meanwhile,” Mike said. “I will be having sex in my room as I please, and you won’t be watching. I am unplugging and closing your computer.”
“Good night, Trent.” Mike hung up a final time.
“Where were we,” Mike said looking at me.
“You were pulling down your sweats and wagging you cock,” I said. “I liked that...”
He warmly smiled. His innocent plowboy dimples juxstaposed with his demanding lustful eyes. They tended toward green today.
“And maybe you were, ah, opening your mouth,” he said softly as he caressed my hair.
I could have greeted his dick sitting on the bed, but I felt I belonged on my knees.
Mike took off his shirt. Looking up at him, I drew my hands over his firm body. Then I slid his sweats down and he stepped out of them. He was now naked except for his skimpy white no-show socks.
I knelt, still clothed. I took his hard cock into my shaking hand.
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Mike’s Cock
It is a great privilege to be on your knees presented with a hard penis.
Mike’s was a solid seven inches. And it was pretty fat.
Hard, it was not heavy because it was so hard. When I moved it down, it fought.
Erect, it extended from his body and pointed nearly straight upward. The underside of his dick had a firm center ridge just a little harder still. As he walked his erect dick did not wag or sway. It lead the way.
Mike’s cock was cut. His dick head was shaped in two distinct hemispheres separated by the folds of his frenulum. He had a pronounced ridge where his head met his shaft.
His dickhead was more mushroom shaped than missile but not as disproportionate as guys with a true far schroom head.
His dick head was darker and more purple than his shaft which was about the same color as his skin. His cockhead was also decidedly softer and smoother than his shaft.
In my mouth it felt like no other thing my tongue has touched — velvety, with give, yet unmaliable.
Mike’s slit—what can you say about that. I loved to kiss it and lick that point at which his semen passed into the world and sometimes into me. Every lick was rewarded with a minispurt of precum.
His skin over his hard penis offered only limited movement over the engorged tissue below. It was very taught and smooth. I could see the veins in his shaft but only one slightly rippled the surface.
Mike’s balls hung low and manly. He trimmed his dense bush a bit but his entire zone was hair covered except the penis itself.
His ball hair was not furry or dense but his ball sack was covered by it. When he walked naked his jewels wobbled playfully. When he laid on his back holding his thighs woth a pillow under his ass, his balls moved back along his shaft one to either side. They rolled delicately as he was jolted.
I delicately held it. I touched the tip of my tongue to his glistening slit, brought my lips to close over his cockhead and drew his entire glorious dick into my head. He grunted total approval. My own cock spasmed wondering why it was trapped still.
I gave him tender slow head that took full advantage of his lust. “Fuck, Adam, you own me,” he wimpered.
I longed for his ass, which I held in my hands as my mouth managed his cock.
“I am, oh shit I can’t stop it, I am cumming,” he said.
The bitter semen flowed freely into me, his dick spasming repeatedly. I cupped his balls with my fingers on his taint, and I felt the whole of his manhood delivering his payload.
I was surprised he came so fast. My ass took his load that morning and my throat took his second after only a fifteen minute or less head session.
I had yet to inseminate him today, and I was intent on it.
“Take my clothes off, Mike,” I ordered. I had just swallowed his jizz, and as I stood he kissed my flavored mouth, as if he wanted to taste himself in me.
“Are you going to fuck me,” he asked knowingly.
Our foreheads touching, my hands reaching behind, parting his naked ass, “Yes, I am,” I said.
He teased off my shirt overhead, kissing my neck and chest as they were revealed.
Mike unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I was now in my old-school jock and plain white ankle socks.
Mike knelt at my ass and teased his tongue into my crack as he grabbed my dick through the rippled jock-fabric. He lifted the wide waist band and lowered it. My dick bounced free.
There was a loud pounding at the door...a pause...and then it opened.
It is a great privilege to be on your knees presented with a hard penis.
Mike’s was a solid seven inches. And it was pretty fat.
Hard, it was not heavy because it was so hard. When I moved it down, it fought.
Erect, it extended from his body and pointed nearly straight upward. The underside of his dick had a firm center ridge just a little harder still. As he walked his erect dick did not wag or sway. It lead the way.
Mike’s cock was cut. His dick head was shaped in two distinct hemispheres separated by the folds of his frenulum. He had a pronounced ridge where his head met his shaft.
His dickhead was more mushroom shaped than missile but not as disproportionate as guys with a true far schroom head.
His dick head was darker and more purple than his shaft which was about the same color as his skin. His cockhead was also decidedly softer and smoother than his shaft.
In my mouth it felt like no other thing my tongue has touched — velvety, with give, yet unmaliable.
Mike’s slit—what can you say about that. I loved to kiss it and lick that point at which his semen passed into the world and sometimes into me. Every lick was rewarded with a minispurt of precum.
His skin over his hard penis offered only limited movement over the engorged tissue below. It was very taught and smooth. I could see the veins in his shaft but only one slightly rippled the surface.
Mike’s balls hung low and manly. He trimmed his dense bush a bit but his entire zone was hair covered except the penis itself.
His ball hair was not furry or dense but his ball sack was covered by it. When he walked naked his jewels wobbled playfully. When he laid on his back holding his thighs woth a pillow under his ass, his balls moved back along his shaft one to either side. They rolled delicately as he was jolted.
I delicately held it. I touched the tip of my tongue to his glistening slit, brought my lips to close over his cockhead and drew his entire glorious dick into my head. He grunted total approval. My own cock spasmed wondering why it was trapped still.
I gave him tender slow head that took full advantage of his lust. “Fuck, Adam, you own me,” he wimpered.
I longed for his ass, which I held in my hands as my mouth managed his cock.
“I am, oh shit I can’t stop it, I am cumming,” he said.
The bitter semen flowed freely into me, his dick spasming repeatedly. I cupped his balls with my fingers on his taint, and I felt the whole of his manhood delivering his payload.
I was surprised he came so fast. My ass took his load that morning and my throat took his second after only a fifteen minute or less head session.
I had yet to inseminate him today, and I was intent on it.
“Take my clothes off, Mike,” I ordered. I had just swallowed his jizz, and as I stood he kissed my flavored mouth, as if he wanted to taste himself in me.
“Are you going to fuck me,” he asked knowingly.
Our foreheads touching, my hands reaching behind, parting his naked ass, “Yes, I am,” I said.
He teased off my shirt overhead, kissing my neck and chest as they were revealed.
Mike unbuttoned my shorts and they fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them. I was now in my old-school jock and plain white ankle socks.
Mike knelt at my ass and teased his tongue into my crack as he grabbed my dick through the rippled jock-fabric. He lifted the wide waist band and lowered it. My dick bounced free.
There was a loud pounding at the door...a pause...and then it opened.
Everything Changed
There stood my roommate Evan looking at us naked—again.
“What the fuck,” I said.
He quickly stepped in and shut the door. He made no effort to disguise he was leering at our cocks.
“Your door has a lock,” I said to Mike.
“I guess I forgot to—,” Mike said.
“What the hell are you doing here Evan,” I demanded.
“I think I am a little gay,” he said as he sat in Mike’s desk chair.
Then Evan told his tale.
He said when he saw Mike and I naked, the white-tipped condom dangling from my cock, Evan said he kept thinking about what “that” would be like. He even got his girl to “take it up her ass once”. He started wanting to “try” gay sex and when he let himself consider it, he really liked the idea. He found pussy great but felt he was missing something. Blah, blah.
“I came here because I am burning to, you know, do it,” Evan said.
“I came in my girl an hour ago and had a flash in my mind of — a guy,” he said. “I have to test this, deal with it, flush it or accept it.”
Mike reacted very little; his cock was hard again. And he smiled, but his dimples were not innocent.
“I want to fuck around with you guys,” Evan said. “My ass is ready.”
Mike’s dick literally bounced as Evan spoke.
There was surely a cover story how Evan knew where Mike’s room was. I did not bother to ask.
The undeniable tell for me was already given. Evan had left his Nike sandals at the door. Evan was neither observant nor naturally inclined to taking off his shoes at the door. He had to have been here before and known Mike’s compulsive rule.
I knew Mike and Evan had fucked behind my back, and this was their plan to bring it forward.
Confusion, betrayal and unchallenged lies mixed with raw lust in my mind.
Evan was a beautiful masculine specimen. His limp uncut cock would be the envy of any locker room. I had not seen him hard.
His meaty thighs, on an otherwise runner’s body, rounded ass, chisled athletic face, twinkish features, short brown hair, deep blue eyes and a worked-for tone — all that had just walked into this room and announced he wanted to fuck!
I had masturbated thinking of Evan. Thinking of me in him. But I now knew he had betrayed me, and cheated on me with Mike.
That this huge curve ball was thrown about a minute before I was going to sink Mike’s ass assuredly helped put lust in command of all my other feelings.
Right then I did not question the how or why we got to here. The fact I was in a room with two gloriously hot men I could fuck...that became the proper focus.
“Lock the fucking door Mike, before somebody else shows up,” I said.
The stirring I felt right when you know your penis is going to be satisfied—the imminent sex feeling—washed over me. And I knew not just one but two asses would be mine. I was fuck drunk.
I walked to Evan sitting in the chair. He had a pair of mesh shorts and white tank top on.
Mike meanwhile stood gently stroking himself. He had cum in me twice today. I was not shy about being in command.
“Stand up,” I softly ordered Evan. I unceremoniously but slowly pulled down his shorts and his blue boxer briefs. I took his rock hard cock in my right hand and led him to the middle of the room. I realized this was the third penis including my own I had ever touched.
And by far it was the biggest.
I sank to the floor. “Get your tank off,” I told him. He obliged. Naked he stood motionless.
Into my mouth went Evan’s dick. Second cock I ever sucked. He took head with great enthusiasm. “Thank you, oh, oh, God, damn thank you,” he said as he fought to take a full breath. I rose and fell on his rod.
The taste of Evan’s dick, its harder feel and the clean smell of his just-washed pubes propelled me on.
“I am gonna fuck him and you,” I told Mike, who nodded.
Side by side, touching, doggy style, Mike and Evan presented me their asses.
I parted Mike’s butt and lubed him and looked at his now glistening pink rosebud surrounded by his soft ubiquitous dark ass hair — sentries that had alway ably caught my escaping cum dribbling from his hole.
I moved to prepare Evan. I pulled his soft hairless ass apart. His crack too was hairless, not even fuzz. His rosebud was nonexistant. His hole was a hider. I found it, lubed it, and sent my index finger into it. He was tight. He jumped.
I applied lube and spit to my swollen dick.
I removed my socks — and Mike’s too. All naked.
I was half expecting the door to open as my cock moved into Mike’s tighter than usual asshole.
As I began to gingerly fuck Mike I thought nostalgically this would be the last time. As my penis drove in and out of the first ass to be mine, my left index finger was gently preparing the way for the second ass to receive me.
Both men moaned. Evan dropped to his chest, planting his face on the floor so he could jack himself. My finger ovetwhelmed him!
I then put both hands on Mike’s strong shoulders and drilled him hard, to the point he collapsed to his stomach. “Adam, please,” he murmurred.
I withdrew from Mike completely, intending to visit Evan, but the sight of Mike’s stretched hole slowly closing drew my cock back. Several times I repenetrated Mike—fully withdrew my cock and reentered him, balls deep. He clearly loved that filling sensation. And my cock loved moving from the cool dry air, plunging back home into wet warm ass.
I then floated over to inbetween Evan’s legs. I squeezed his ass, kissed his ass. I parted those hairless angelic mounds again.
“Are you ready,” I said. He grunted.
I then delivered my cock to his hole. He flinched as my penis touched it.
But he immediately pushed himself back against my cock which jolted into him balls deep. I looked for the time...before I took my first fuck strokes in him I wanted to know the time.
Evan Jones’ ass took my cock at 8:46 pm. He kept saying “oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck” after I filled him and before I even began to pump.
When I began to fuck him softly he gritted his teeth “yeah, yeah, fuck its too much, give me more, no, fuck, fuck, yes, my god, yes Mike, Adam,” he groaned.
This ass had to be perfection. Maybe they all feel that way at that moment.
My need to cum was too great to supress. My cream flowed into Evan, my cock having never made it into the fast lane.
As my spent cock stilled in him, he was nearly crying, moaning “yes, yes, yes, Adam.” When I pulled out some of my cum spilled. With no hair to catch it, it escaped far.
“It is your turn, Evan,” I said. “But me first,” I said.
Mike and I laid on our backs. Evan moved to me. I hoisted my legs, presenting my hole and closed my eyes. Evan Jones’ penis found my hole like a divining rod finds water.
My eyes opened as Evan’s head pierced the veil at 9:20 pm. “OH MY SWEET GOD,” I said. His entire penis disappeared into me. He fucked me like a drunken one-eyed pirate. With reckless abandon he slammed my ass. “More!,” I cried.
The euphoria of being fucked like the joy of fucking suppresses all other feelings.
Evan abruptly stopped fucking me.
As he dipped his dick into Mike and their eyes met, and he began slamming Mike, I found my clothes in the dim light and dressed. No surprise, they did not notice.
I took Evan’s underwear and put it in my pocket.
At the door, I hesitated. I looked back at Evan rabbit fucking Mike. The rhythmic sound of Evan’s balls and thighs slapping Mike as their eyes remained locked filled the little room.
I was pushed away by the lies that put Evan in Mike’s ass.
I unlocked the door; opened the door allowing the artificial fluorescent light from the hall to flood into the room. The ball slapping fuck abruptly stopped.
“What are you doing,” Mike yelled.
“Close the door,” Evan screamed.
“Fuck you both,” I said.
I walked out of my relationship with both of them at 9:30 pm.
I did not close the door behind me. Evan had to rush toward the light naked and wet-dicked. He slammed the door closed a second after I opened it.
Now I was very, very sad. But it was the right move.
There stood my roommate Evan looking at us naked—again.
“What the fuck,” I said.
He quickly stepped in and shut the door. He made no effort to disguise he was leering at our cocks.
“Your door has a lock,” I said to Mike.
“I guess I forgot to—,” Mike said.
“What the hell are you doing here Evan,” I demanded.
“I think I am a little gay,” he said as he sat in Mike’s desk chair.
Then Evan told his tale.
He said when he saw Mike and I naked, the white-tipped condom dangling from my cock, Evan said he kept thinking about what “that” would be like. He even got his girl to “take it up her ass once”. He started wanting to “try” gay sex and when he let himself consider it, he really liked the idea. He found pussy great but felt he was missing something. Blah, blah.
“I came here because I am burning to, you know, do it,” Evan said.
“I came in my girl an hour ago and had a flash in my mind of — a guy,” he said. “I have to test this, deal with it, flush it or accept it.”
Mike reacted very little; his cock was hard again. And he smiled, but his dimples were not innocent.
“I want to fuck around with you guys,” Evan said. “My ass is ready.”
Mike’s dick literally bounced as Evan spoke.
There was surely a cover story how Evan knew where Mike’s room was. I did not bother to ask.
The undeniable tell for me was already given. Evan had left his Nike sandals at the door. Evan was neither observant nor naturally inclined to taking off his shoes at the door. He had to have been here before and known Mike’s compulsive rule.
I knew Mike and Evan had fucked behind my back, and this was their plan to bring it forward.
Confusion, betrayal and unchallenged lies mixed with raw lust in my mind.
Evan was a beautiful masculine specimen. His limp uncut cock would be the envy of any locker room. I had not seen him hard.
His meaty thighs, on an otherwise runner’s body, rounded ass, chisled athletic face, twinkish features, short brown hair, deep blue eyes and a worked-for tone — all that had just walked into this room and announced he wanted to fuck!
I had masturbated thinking of Evan. Thinking of me in him. But I now knew he had betrayed me, and cheated on me with Mike.
That this huge curve ball was thrown about a minute before I was going to sink Mike’s ass assuredly helped put lust in command of all my other feelings.
Right then I did not question the how or why we got to here. The fact I was in a room with two gloriously hot men I could fuck...that became the proper focus.
“Lock the fucking door Mike, before somebody else shows up,” I said.
The stirring I felt right when you know your penis is going to be satisfied—the imminent sex feeling—washed over me. And I knew not just one but two asses would be mine. I was fuck drunk.
I walked to Evan sitting in the chair. He had a pair of mesh shorts and white tank top on.
Mike meanwhile stood gently stroking himself. He had cum in me twice today. I was not shy about being in command.
“Stand up,” I softly ordered Evan. I unceremoniously but slowly pulled down his shorts and his blue boxer briefs. I took his rock hard cock in my right hand and led him to the middle of the room. I realized this was the third penis including my own I had ever touched.
And by far it was the biggest.
I sank to the floor. “Get your tank off,” I told him. He obliged. Naked he stood motionless.
Into my mouth went Evan’s dick. Second cock I ever sucked. He took head with great enthusiasm. “Thank you, oh, oh, God, damn thank you,” he said as he fought to take a full breath. I rose and fell on his rod.
The taste of Evan’s dick, its harder feel and the clean smell of his just-washed pubes propelled me on.
“I am gonna fuck him and you,” I told Mike, who nodded.
Side by side, touching, doggy style, Mike and Evan presented me their asses.
I parted Mike’s butt and lubed him and looked at his now glistening pink rosebud surrounded by his soft ubiquitous dark ass hair — sentries that had alway ably caught my escaping cum dribbling from his hole.
I moved to prepare Evan. I pulled his soft hairless ass apart. His crack too was hairless, not even fuzz. His rosebud was nonexistant. His hole was a hider. I found it, lubed it, and sent my index finger into it. He was tight. He jumped.
I applied lube and spit to my swollen dick.
I removed my socks — and Mike’s too. All naked.
I was half expecting the door to open as my cock moved into Mike’s tighter than usual asshole.
As I began to gingerly fuck Mike I thought nostalgically this would be the last time. As my penis drove in and out of the first ass to be mine, my left index finger was gently preparing the way for the second ass to receive me.
Both men moaned. Evan dropped to his chest, planting his face on the floor so he could jack himself. My finger ovetwhelmed him!
I then put both hands on Mike’s strong shoulders and drilled him hard, to the point he collapsed to his stomach. “Adam, please,” he murmurred.
I withdrew from Mike completely, intending to visit Evan, but the sight of Mike’s stretched hole slowly closing drew my cock back. Several times I repenetrated Mike—fully withdrew my cock and reentered him, balls deep. He clearly loved that filling sensation. And my cock loved moving from the cool dry air, plunging back home into wet warm ass.
I then floated over to inbetween Evan’s legs. I squeezed his ass, kissed his ass. I parted those hairless angelic mounds again.
“Are you ready,” I said. He grunted.
I then delivered my cock to his hole. He flinched as my penis touched it.
But he immediately pushed himself back against my cock which jolted into him balls deep. I looked for the time...before I took my first fuck strokes in him I wanted to know the time.
Evan Jones’ ass took my cock at 8:46 pm. He kept saying “oh, oh, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck” after I filled him and before I even began to pump.
When I began to fuck him softly he gritted his teeth “yeah, yeah, fuck its too much, give me more, no, fuck, fuck, yes, my god, yes Mike, Adam,” he groaned.
This ass had to be perfection. Maybe they all feel that way at that moment.
My need to cum was too great to supress. My cream flowed into Evan, my cock having never made it into the fast lane.
As my spent cock stilled in him, he was nearly crying, moaning “yes, yes, yes, Adam.” When I pulled out some of my cum spilled. With no hair to catch it, it escaped far.
“It is your turn, Evan,” I said. “But me first,” I said.
Mike and I laid on our backs. Evan moved to me. I hoisted my legs, presenting my hole and closed my eyes. Evan Jones’ penis found my hole like a divining rod finds water.
My eyes opened as Evan’s head pierced the veil at 9:20 pm. “OH MY SWEET GOD,” I said. His entire penis disappeared into me. He fucked me like a drunken one-eyed pirate. With reckless abandon he slammed my ass. “More!,” I cried.
The euphoria of being fucked like the joy of fucking suppresses all other feelings.
Evan abruptly stopped fucking me.
As he dipped his dick into Mike and their eyes met, and he began slamming Mike, I found my clothes in the dim light and dressed. No surprise, they did not notice.
I took Evan’s underwear and put it in my pocket.
At the door, I hesitated. I looked back at Evan rabbit fucking Mike. The rhythmic sound of Evan’s balls and thighs slapping Mike as their eyes remained locked filled the little room.
I was pushed away by the lies that put Evan in Mike’s ass.
I unlocked the door; opened the door allowing the artificial fluorescent light from the hall to flood into the room. The ball slapping fuck abruptly stopped.
“What are you doing,” Mike yelled.
“Close the door,” Evan screamed.
“Fuck you both,” I said.
I walked out of my relationship with both of them at 9:30 pm.
I did not close the door behind me. Evan had to rush toward the light naked and wet-dicked. He slammed the door closed a second after I opened it.
Now I was very, very sad. But it was the right move.
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Wow! That was a good chapter! That mike is a cunt, Evan is no better mind you!!!
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When I got back to my room, I opened the shoe box. To the souvenirs there—the condom wrapper for the condom I used to first fuck Mike, the briefs that last touched my virgin ass—I added Evan’s underwear I peeled off him before I plowed him.
And I made two lists on the same sheet of paper. List of men I fucked, and men who fucked me. Two names on both, Mike Collins and Evan Jones.
I paused but made a heading for a third list of “women I fucked”. Nobody was on the list, but as limp as my dick was at the prospect I thought there should be at least one name...
Evan did not return to the room that night, nor Saturday, nor Sunday.
He did send texts before he went silent. One series described how he betrayed me.
When he walked in on me and Mike naked the first time and made light of it telling Mike it was no big deal that he (Evan) saw Mike naked cause he showered with lots of guys pretty much everyday — and in fact anybody who wanted to see him (Evan) naked could find him at 4:50 prettty much daily in the men's general lockerroom.
Mike apparently took up the invitation twice. And then Evan went to Mike’s room and got his first man blow job. And the next day — a day Mike had fucked me also, Mike slid into Evan’s ass.
Evan at best was bisexual; I had seen his shorts tent when Melissa called him...when the Dallas cheerleaders came on screen...when he watched Zoe’s solo touching herself on pornhub. In contrast I never saw him leer at dick. Of the guys on 5E he was not on my short suspected gay list. So much for my devination, because it is undeniable he ecstatically also took my cock in his ass and drove his into me with lust.
Evan had little stuff — clothes and bedding, a soccer ball, some other sports gear, laptop, etc. He said it would all be gone from the room Monday AM. He was moving in with Mike; Trent was to be out of Mike’s room sometime Monday too.
Sunday at ten AM campus student life sent me an email titked “urgent assignment”. “Your new roommate will be Trent Danielson...effective Monday.”
“Fuck no,” I said aloud when I read it.
And seconds later I got an email from Trent (campus life shared our respectivr emails) He asked for my cell. I gave it to him. My phone rang.
“Hey,” Trent said. “I am not thrilled with this anymore than you are, but I am pretty sure nearly everything you think you know about me is wrong...and given the hell I am living in now, you gotta be better.”
He knew Mike and I were no longer, as Trent put it, “special friends.”
“Please don’t object to the assignment,” Trent asked. “You are the only room open and I have to get out.”
“Dude, I can’t live with a guy who threw down on his knees and prayed over his roommate when you found out he was gay,” I said. “I am gay.”
“That never ever happened,” Trent insisted. “He told me he was ‘that way’ the first day we moved in,” Trent said.
“I told Mike that I was a believing bible-believing Baptist and homosexuality was against my moral code,” Trent said. “But I specifically told him I understood we had to ‘live together, not believe together.’”
“And the recording thing was crazy stupid but even that is not at all what he made it seem...”
Trent described how Buzz suggested he check-in on the room and showed him how. Buzz told him Mike planned to have sex in the room and do it on Trent’s bed. Even so, Trent said he specifically made sure his computer faced the wall. It was Mike who turned the computer and he knew when Trent would check-in because he got Buzz to call Trent to check right then because Trent saud he could hear fuck banging agsinst the wall where Trent’s bed was.
“You have the recording of part of that conversation on your phone,” Trent said. “Listen to it again,” he said
I had deleted it, actually. And I told Trent.
“The sex in the room thing?” I asked.
“Look,” Trent said. “I will not yield the room for somebody to have sex with a man or woman, but I understand it is not my right to control what you do when I am not there.”
“All I ask,” he said, “is that we do not talk about it.”
New roommate chats are often awkward. I dove right in!
“Do you jerk off,” I asked him. He laughed. “That would be between me and me,” he said.
“One more thing — are you even a little gay,” I asked. “I really am certain I am not,” Trent said.
“Mike said you hid your dick, you were hyper modest, I—,” I said.
“I am a bit modest, but he made me crazy modest,” Trent said. “Day one, I was changing, and Mike held and wagged his cock at me,” Trent said.
“Every morning too he told me ‘I know you want it’,” Trent said. “So yes, I avoided ever again pulling down my underwear in front of him.”
Trent had a ton of stuff in that room. His dad and eighteen year-old brother planned on helping him move his stuff across campus mid Monday PM.
“Does your dad and bro know why you are moving?” I asked.
“No, he assumes my new roommate and I are buds,” he said.
“So he does not know I am gay,” I said.
“I never even told him Mike was,” Trent said.
I laughed. “I have not told my parents,” I said. “I guess I can climb in the closet for yours.”
“I am not,” Trent said emphatically, “asking you to do that.”
That double clinched it. I had reservations, but I did not object to the roommate assignment.
I felt manipulated and betrayed and dumb. Over and over I felt it. I did not even want to wank. My dick was in the doghouse.
But ordinary things helped. Sunday when I watched the Seahawks play, the guys knew something was wrong.
And I told them everything—including that in parting I fucked Evan. Darrell looked at me and said, “wow man, that is messed up,” he said. The three of them groaned their sympathies and then moved on to all the other gossip.
Then Jason said something the scrum endorsed with nods, “you should still warn Evan”
I texted Evan that we needed to talk. He ignored me. I called him. No answer.
When I got back to my room, I opened the shoe box. To the souvenirs there—the condom wrapper for the condom I used to first fuck Mike, the briefs that last touched my virgin ass—I added Evan’s underwear I peeled off him before I plowed him.
And I made two lists on the same sheet of paper. List of men I fucked, and men who fucked me. Two names on both, Mike Collins and Evan Jones.
I paused but made a heading for a third list of “women I fucked”. Nobody was on the list, but as limp as my dick was at the prospect I thought there should be at least one name...
Evan did not return to the room that night, nor Saturday, nor Sunday.
He did send texts before he went silent. One series described how he betrayed me.
When he walked in on me and Mike naked the first time and made light of it telling Mike it was no big deal that he (Evan) saw Mike naked cause he showered with lots of guys pretty much everyday — and in fact anybody who wanted to see him (Evan) naked could find him at 4:50 prettty much daily in the men's general lockerroom.
Mike apparently took up the invitation twice. And then Evan went to Mike’s room and got his first man blow job. And the next day — a day Mike had fucked me also, Mike slid into Evan’s ass.
Evan at best was bisexual; I had seen his shorts tent when Melissa called him...when the Dallas cheerleaders came on screen...when he watched Zoe’s solo touching herself on pornhub. In contrast I never saw him leer at dick. Of the guys on 5E he was not on my short suspected gay list. So much for my devination, because it is undeniable he ecstatically also took my cock in his ass and drove his into me with lust.
Evan had little stuff — clothes and bedding, a soccer ball, some other sports gear, laptop, etc. He said it would all be gone from the room Monday AM. He was moving in with Mike; Trent was to be out of Mike’s room sometime Monday too.
Sunday at ten AM campus student life sent me an email titked “urgent assignment”. “Your new roommate will be Trent Danielson...effective Monday.”
“Fuck no,” I said aloud when I read it.
And seconds later I got an email from Trent (campus life shared our respectivr emails) He asked for my cell. I gave it to him. My phone rang.
“Hey,” Trent said. “I am not thrilled with this anymore than you are, but I am pretty sure nearly everything you think you know about me is wrong...and given the hell I am living in now, you gotta be better.”
He knew Mike and I were no longer, as Trent put it, “special friends.”
“Please don’t object to the assignment,” Trent asked. “You are the only room open and I have to get out.”
“Dude, I can’t live with a guy who threw down on his knees and prayed over his roommate when you found out he was gay,” I said. “I am gay.”
“That never ever happened,” Trent insisted. “He told me he was ‘that way’ the first day we moved in,” Trent said.
“I told Mike that I was a believing bible-believing Baptist and homosexuality was against my moral code,” Trent said. “But I specifically told him I understood we had to ‘live together, not believe together.’”
“And the recording thing was crazy stupid but even that is not at all what he made it seem...”
Trent described how Buzz suggested he check-in on the room and showed him how. Buzz told him Mike planned to have sex in the room and do it on Trent’s bed. Even so, Trent said he specifically made sure his computer faced the wall. It was Mike who turned the computer and he knew when Trent would check-in because he got Buzz to call Trent to check right then because Trent saud he could hear fuck banging agsinst the wall where Trent’s bed was.
“You have the recording of part of that conversation on your phone,” Trent said. “Listen to it again,” he said
I had deleted it, actually. And I told Trent.
“The sex in the room thing?” I asked.
“Look,” Trent said. “I will not yield the room for somebody to have sex with a man or woman, but I understand it is not my right to control what you do when I am not there.”
“All I ask,” he said, “is that we do not talk about it.”
New roommate chats are often awkward. I dove right in!
“Do you jerk off,” I asked him. He laughed. “That would be between me and me,” he said.
“One more thing — are you even a little gay,” I asked. “I really am certain I am not,” Trent said.
“Mike said you hid your dick, you were hyper modest, I—,” I said.
“I am a bit modest, but he made me crazy modest,” Trent said. “Day one, I was changing, and Mike held and wagged his cock at me,” Trent said.
“Every morning too he told me ‘I know you want it’,” Trent said. “So yes, I avoided ever again pulling down my underwear in front of him.”
Trent had a ton of stuff in that room. His dad and eighteen year-old brother planned on helping him move his stuff across campus mid Monday PM.
“Does your dad and bro know why you are moving?” I asked.
“No, he assumes my new roommate and I are buds,” he said.
“So he does not know I am gay,” I said.
“I never even told him Mike was,” Trent said.
I laughed. “I have not told my parents,” I said. “I guess I can climb in the closet for yours.”
“I am not,” Trent said emphatically, “asking you to do that.”
That double clinched it. I had reservations, but I did not object to the roommate assignment.
I felt manipulated and betrayed and dumb. Over and over I felt it. I did not even want to wank. My dick was in the doghouse.
But ordinary things helped. Sunday when I watched the Seahawks play, the guys knew something was wrong.
And I told them everything—including that in parting I fucked Evan. Darrell looked at me and said, “wow man, that is messed up,” he said. The three of them groaned their sympathies and then moved on to all the other gossip.
Then Jason said something the scrum endorsed with nods, “you should still warn Evan”
I texted Evan that we needed to talk. He ignored me. I called him. No answer.
xxsweet_spunkxx
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This is getting really good! I can't wait to see how things go with Trent.
