Summer After High School

[UROC1991]

Alright, that was awesome, my mind is still fully lit with lust and excitement. I lean down to untie my own legs, cum running down my chest and onto the bed; no towel in sight. Haha, rude ass. Serves him right for not even untying me. I’m in the best mood I’ve been in for ages.

I do that awkward lean-back walk as quickly as I can to get to his bathroom and into his shower. It’s spacious and well-lit, and he’s got great water pressure in this building so I can get cleaned and dressed quicker than I expected. Which is good because I’m starving.

“Dude, I’m starving thank god you ordered food,” I announce as I walk into the lounge area.

“You’re just still stoned,” Jack has a pizza box open and the TV on, he’s wearing just a black tank top undershirt and the basketball shorts he was wearing earlier and I’m so lucky I caught this perfect specimen. Is he looking at me the same way? “Oh, yeah, help yourself to my closet, I guess,” he smirks.

“I only brought one change of clothes for tomorrow!”

“I’m fucking with you! You look cute.”

“Oh, thanks, I look cute in plain grey sweats?”

“Grey sweats and obviously no underwear. Which is good because I like the way mine fit me. And you would destroy them.” He grabs my hand and pulls me onto the couch with him, and hands me a paper plate with a slice on it.

“Thanks, yeah, I get it.” I snuggle up close to him and take a bite. “You look pretty hot yourself - lucky the delivery guy didn’t try to follow you up.”

“It was a woman, but she definitely wanted to.”

We lean up against each other and munch and just talk about nothing for the next hour. What’s he going to do after he graduates? What about me and my life plan? Read any cool books lately? Wait, you’ve never put anything in your ass before?

“No, well, I’m a top...”

“Says who?”

“Says me?”

"That’s just a word!”

“I don’t know, I just never wanted to.”

“It feels really good.”

“I saw.”

“Great even.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it does.”

“So you want to try it? I think we should try it.”

“Auhh...”

“Another day.”

“Yeah, another day.”

We talk about being openly gay on the football team. We talk about being bullied in high school. We talk about his family growing up, and how things are different now since his parents passed. We talk about my home life, he’s analyzing my whole upbringing and trying to figure out where things went wrong, which is... not the most fun.

“It makes sense, you being comfortable being in the background. But you deserve attention. You’re smart and funny and special. Not just, ya know.” His nods down. “You’re cool and I like you.”

I’m definitely blushing but don’t try to hide it or my smile. Jack stands up and grabs the sleeve of the oversized sweatshirt dangling over my hand. “Let’s go to bed, I’m fucking tired.” I stand, and he sees my dick poke out with the motion. I notice that maybe he’s not too soft himself. “Ok, maybe not that tired,” and he pulls with more enthusiasm.

“I don’t want to have to get another shower!” I halfheartedly protest as we go back to his bedroom.

“Yeah, and I don’t want to change my sheets for a second time tonight, but here we are.”

He sits on his bed and grabs me by the waist, looking up into my eyes as he lifts up my shirt and kisses my stomach, making my abs contract and my cock balloon immediately. He pulls me down and we’re laying on his bed, hands all over each other, just full-on making out.

Jack is rubbing his hands through the hair on my chest, stiffening my nipples and refusing to take his lips off mine. His clothes disappeared at some point, and I’m just in the grey sweatpants still - but they need to come off before they’re soaked through. There’s a spot halfway down my left leg where I’m just leaking precum and another on my right leg where Jack is humping me like he’s in heat.

Finally he breaks our kiss and lowers himself, pulling my pants down and off in one smooth motion. He makes for my dick like he only has one chance.

“Fuck,” he moans, slobbering, licking, massaging. “I thought a lot about this but I think I still underestimated my abilities.”

I’m just laying there, hands behind my head, not giving a fuck what he has to say. “It’s ok, man, just do your best.”

“Fucker, of course I’m going to do my best. It’s my only speed,” he laughs, and then shoves the head into his mouth with all his might and an audible pop as his lips pass the head. I worry for a moment that he might get stuck, but it feels amazing as his hot wet mouth and dancing tongue start to work on me.

I sit up and see him, stretched to the max with his eyes watering. But his dick is wetter than his cheeks as he throbs with arousal. I move a little to reach down and gain access, to try and reciprocate the feelings his mouth is giving to me. He gets the picture and pulls off.

“Ok, before it’s too late I’m getting some towels.”

“Jack... are you not man enough to swallow?”

“Fuck off,” he laughs out loud. “I’m going to do my best. But who knows what that thing’s gonna do! I’d rather be prepared and sleep on my clean sheets.”

He returns, and positions himself, sitting on my chest with his back and delicious ass facing me. Rippling across his shoulders, his muscles are almost as impressive as on his front side.

“I don’t mind this angle.”

“Oh, just wait.”

He leans, and scoots, and his dick is dangling over my face, looking plump and delicious and ready to be inhaled. His ankles cross behind my head, I reach my hands around and grab his ass cheeks, fully intent on the prize hanging over me. But he’s even more anxious.

“Oh fuuuuuck yeah,” I moan as he pushes me past his lips again and immediately goes to town with his tongue. I follow suit and do the same. Obviously my task is a little easier and I take him to the base, pulling him down and into me with my hands. He moans and the vibrations from his throat ripple all the way down the length of my dick, which pulses with excitement in his two hands and up to the head buried deep in his mouth.

He starts to try fucking my mouth, and in this angle it’s surprisingly easy. And hot. I poke a digit into his ass and he moans again. It’s already pretty tight in there again. We’re getting close after the long makeout session, so even though this is round three, I’m ready to blast.

I pull him out of my mouth to warn him, “Dude...” but I don’t have to say much. He groans a muffled “MMHMM” and pats my thigh a few times before shoving his dick back into my mouth. He’s closer than me. I’m pulling him in and out as fast as I can, not focusing on the mechanics anymore, just on how fucking hot he is and how good he’s making me feel.

In moments, whatever bobbing motion he could manage with his mouth freezes and he pulls off my dick and emits a scream as he thrusts down and erupts in my mouth. His hands are gripping my thighs, pulling at the hair but it’s an afterthought to me, as I pull him down into me and swallow every drop as he unloads his second impressive deposit of the night.

Before he’s even done, he’s back on me like a rabid dog with a bone, and before I can finish cleaning off his softening dick, I’m about to shoot. I pull my mouth off of him, and my lips smack.

“Oh fuck yeah, ready?”

“MMMMMM”

He’s doing toe-curling work, and I throw my head back as I start to explode. I’m holding onto Jack’s legs for dear life, trying not to thrust into his mouth and rupture something, and I can feel his throat opening and closing as he tries to swallow everything I’m unleashing into his mouth. I can hear him gagging and trying to push through.

Finally exhausted, my body goes limp as his tongue licks me up and down, cleaning the remnants off my softening prick. He’s tickling the ultra-sensitive and sore spots just a bit and I jump and mew with pleasure, but I’m too worn out to do anything but lay there and feel.

He moves up to lean over me and smiles down. He has jizz and spit dripping all down his chin, which he wipes with the back of his hand and leans down for a long kiss. “Told you we’d need a towel,” and kisses me again.

 

[bonnie625]

fuck.... doesn't get any hotter <3 incredible chapter

thank you so much!

 

[nyc4hung]

Wow. Amazing writing. I'm so happy this story got revived. I'd love to for the protagonist's size to become a big topic of the other guys in the dorm or the football team.

 

[deanhuge]

Interested in taking it over? I've read your stuff and I like it.

Potentially...I think you are a better writer, but let me think over and see if I can come up with some ideas, of where to go. Have you ever thought of what you would have named the high school letterman jock?

 

[UROC1991]

Potentially...I think you are a better writer, but let me think over and see if I can come up with some ideas, of where to go. Have you ever thought of what you would have named the high school letterman jock?

No name, not that I know of. I do have, in my outline (and this is really dark, please do not use this) that he lit himself on fire in the local graveyard. Which, honestly, what was I thinking? That's not fun, I want my shit to be fun.
Please, I'd love to read what you do with it, if you have the time and energy.

Also, speaking of having the time and energy, I should have another chapter in a few days. I'm newly inspired. Or at least didn't blow everything on one chapter.

 

[UROC1991]

Chapter Nine


I awoke first on Saturday morning. The sun is streaming in between the blinds over Jack’s window and everything is pretty perfect. I definitely didn’t get enough sleep, but it was sacrificed for a good cause. We’re snuggled up together, cuddling under his covers, naked and happy. I know I have to get up and get my day started, but there’s time. I don’t want to wake the gentle giant snoring on top of me. And I definitely won’t be able to extract myself from his grip without being noticed - his face is nestled into my shoulder, with his left arm wrapped over and back under me, his leg draped over mine. I’m basically just his body pillow but it’s great.

Last night was the wildest and most fulfilling sexual experience I’ve ever had, and I’m definitely catching feelings for Jack. We really seem to have a good thing going.

Thinking about our wild night has me waking up downstairs as well. My mind starts working and that gets my hands moving, trying to see if I can move as little as possible and still get a hold of Jack before waking him up.

Bingo I grab him in my left hand, he’s already pleasantly plump on the way to hard, and start gently massaging. After about a minute, I’ve woken him, at least partly, from his deep sleep.

“Mmmm” he moans softly as he repositions himself tighter around me. “I had this crazy dream. The cutest boy with a crazy deformity rearranged my insides.” I laugh and try to push him off, but he just grabs me and hugs me harder - and I’m obviously not a match for his strength. “Rickyyyyy... I didn’t say to stop.”

His eyes are still closed against me but I can see him smirking. So I go back to work with my hand, moving in slight up and down motions, trapped as it is between the bed and his massive frame.

His breathing speeds up within a few minutes, but I keep a steady pace. A minute or two later, without warning, Jack throws the blankets back and rolls off me slightly. I don’t stop pumping, though, and he shoots ropes all over my chest and arm.

“Dude! You had to finish all over me!?” I’m laughing and ready for payback. Obviously I don’t mind being drenched by him.

“I’m surprised there’s anything left after last night, frankly. That was hands down the best sex I’ve ever had, and then you wake me up with a handy? You’re awesome.”

“You are too,” I tell him, leaning in for a kiss. Occupied, it’s easy for me to scoop up some of his jizz and rub a hand through his hair.

“Mmm yeah, get me dirty.”

“Speaking of, I do have to get up and get a shower.”

“What? No. Why? Stay here, I’ll clean you off with my tongue, we can just stay like this forever.”

“No, that sounds great, but I have stuff to do today. Homework and I have an exam on Tuesday that I haven’t studied at all for, and I’m supposed to meet Vance and Bill for a lunch/study date, plus, there’s a film club meeting and I’m trying to get into something other than football and I--”

“Ok, overachieve much?” He kisses me. “You’re really getting into this whole ‘college experience’ thing, huh? First sex, now friends? Classes? Sports? And even CLUBS? I thought we would just lay on the couch and play video games all day.”

“I’ll come back for that in the afternoon if you’ll let me!”

“Of course, you can spend all your time with me if you want.”

“If you want you should join us for lunch!”

“Mmm, I’ll let you know. Might sleep through lunch. Plus, I don’t know if I really feel like going to campus today.”

“Your loss,” I say and extract myself from his grip after rubbing a little more of his jizz into him and I’m off to the shower.

I’m lathering the last crusty remnants when Jack pulls back the curtain and steps in to join me. I should’ve expected it, honestly. With this much light and room (and a drain) in here, it’s where we should be fooling around every time.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s your turn,” he says, and gently pushes me up against the wall and holds me there with his forearm across my chest. He leans down to kiss me and grabs my dick in the space between us. Between passionate kisses he continues to pontificate on my ‘wild’ appendage.

“I’ve really never seen anything like it. You should do porn, you’d be really popular,” all the while pouring out conditioner into his hand and onto my dick.

“I appreciate the compliments, but really you don’t have to tell me. That probably seems conceited but I’m fully aware - it’s actually sometimes not convenient how much attention it pulls.”

“Well, it’s what caught my attention!”

“...thanks?”

“And thank God because I didn’t have to wait to get to know how cool you are.”

“Good save.”

“Ok, I’ll leave it alone,” he says, lowering himself to his knees. “But I’m really only worshiping it because it’s attached to you,” and he kisses down the length of my shaft, nestling his nose and mouth to suck on my balls while pumping away with both his hands.

“Duuuude...” he hears me say, and stops, pulling back for a second.

“You only say that when you’re about to cum.”

“I guess... that’s accurate in this instance. So...”

“I want it on my face.”

“You’re sure?”

“I know what I’m getting into,” and goes back to work, jerking me off and staring up at me, eager for his prize. And I’m more than happy to deliver. I lean back against the wall and start moaning.

“FUCK yeah, dude,” I yell, and start pumping out a fourth huge load in less than 12 hours. The first couple ropes shoot over Jack’s head and hit the vinyl of the shower curtain, with the next one falling into his hair, before finally I can start on the facial he’s been wanting. He keeps pumping out eight or nine more creamy ropes onto his forehead, cheeks, lips, and chin. He’s a mess but he’s smiling so huge.

“How...”

“Honestly, not sure, but I’ve had stock in paper towels since I was 15 or so.”

“You’re amazing,” he says and kisses me with all of my junk on his face. It’s actually kinda sweet.

We finally calm down, mostly anyway, and finish cleaning up. The hot water doesn’t start to run out until we are basically done. I can dress in my own clothes this time - huge tattered overalls and a big school sweatshirt - skate sneakers trampling down the backs of my pants. And my own underwear to keep everything in place. Jack just throws on a pair of flannel bottoms, gives me another kiss to say goodbye, and jumps back into his bed face first.

On my way out, Genna is sitting at the breakfast bar, eating what looks like a full homemade breakfast.

“Oh, hey!”

“Hey?” she snorts back laughter.

“Yeah, what?”

“I’m just glad I don’t share a bathroom with him anymore is all I’m thinking.”

“Oh fuck you.”

“I’m just playing! I think you’re funny. Otherwise I’d be afraid you couldn’t take it.”

“I know, I know,” I’m trying not to be the shy freshman who was bullied in high school.

“Really, Jack likes you so I like you. I mean, he must like you. He doesn’t let any of the other guys from the football team sleep over.”

“Oh, does he make them cum four times in a night, too?” trying to throw it back a little.

“I mean, not since you started coming around.”

“Oh. Kay! I’ll talk to you later, I have to go.”

“Are you coming back tonight? I wanna play more Kart!”

“Yeah, I’ll be back,” I snicker and head out the door.

The sun is bright overhead and the fall weather seems to be taking a bit of a break for the day - beautiful for mid-November - as I reach my dorm. I need to grab my books and at least check in with Vance about my night.

I can tell he’s still there as soon as I open the door.

“SHIT,” I hear him yell, and I know enough to turn my back and close the door. “Sorry, one sec... I didn’t expect you until we met for lunch.”

“All good man...” the joys of sharing a bedroom, “You want me to leave for a minute?”

“Well... I mean...”

“Fine, get me when you’re done.”

“Two minutes man, I promise.”

“K.”

“Sorry!” I hear him yell again as I pop back out the door and close it behind me. Should I visit Bill? Vance said he’d only be two minutes but also he’s not super great with keeping track of time. I decide to go down to the lounge, but Bill’s door is open anyway, so I pop my head in.

“Hey.”

“Ricky! How’s your parent’s weekend going?”

“Well, my parents didn’t come up so I’ve kinda just been chilling.”

“‘Chilling’? Chilling with Jack? I think I know what that means.”

“Yeah, yeah. ‘Chilling with Jack’ is what we’ll call it, I guess. It was our first time really ‘chilling’, I just got back.”

“Really!? I can’t believe he waited that long. He’s such a whore! He must like you!”

“Ok, enough of that... how are you?”

“Seriously, this is the longest I’ve ever seen him date one guy, he used to be grabbing a different brother every week. Not this year though, don’t worry.”

“I don’t love hearing this, Bill!”

“You really have nothing to be jealous of, he’s obsessed with you.”

“HOW is YOUR parent’s weekend going, Bill?!”

“Change the subject, got it. Fine, ya know, my parents come every year so it’s just like a little hanging out. They go to events, we get dinner. We’re going to see the play tomorrow afternoon before they leave. They’re seeing whoever is speaking today. It’s just a mini-vacation for them where they get to see me, and I get a 3-day weekend. Win-win. Delta stuff is low-key this weekend with parents being in town so I’m just hanging here and catching up on work.”

“Cool, we’re still doing lunch, right?”

“Definitely.”

From down the hall comes, “Ricky?”

“Oh, that’s Vance with my cue to go back to our room. He was jerkin’ it when I got back...” I turn, “Be right there!”

“Jeez the two of you are too much, seriously.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I’ll see you at lunch!” he says as I part, rushing back to Vance, where he’s holding the door open, still not bothering to put on a shirt.

“Bill says we’re - quote - ‘too much’ - end quote.”

“Maybe you’re too much, but I have the correct amount of flesh.”

“Shut up! You had all night to jerk off with whatever weird equipment you use to do that, but you waited til the morning!”

“It’s more of an ‘also’ situation. And I may be an exhibitionist at times but I definitely wouldn’t do it without some consent so trust me this was not intentional. Funny? Yes. But definitely not intentional.”

“Maybe we are too much.”

“Sure, but it’s nice to have a thing, right? Other than, ya know, your dick?”

“That’s not a thing! People don’t need to know about that,” I scream, laughing, and go after him with a pillow. “You’re not making that a thing are you?” He’s giggling too but I hit him again. “Vance!?”

“I’m not making it a thing, but it’s probably a well-known secret in certain circles at this point.”

“No, I put a lot of work into wrangling this thing so it’s not, like, something people can see. I’ve perfected my methods.”

“You’ve had encounters with two people who are in different fraternities. But you don’t think they’re not bragging? And you know they’re all full of gossips in those houses.”

I sigh and plop down on my bed. “It is what it is I guess.” There’s a plain brown box of unknown origin on my bed. “What’s with the box?”

“Oh, that’s from my mom for you. She said she mentioned it? I don’t know what it is, but knowing her it’s either condoms or a sex toy of some sort. Lube maybe. Open it, I’ve actually been curious.”

“Your mom is weird but I had a great time at dinner with her,” I say, grabbing a knife and opening the package.

“Yeah, she’s great. I give her a hard time but I love hanging out with her, I’m glad she came up!”

“Uh... is this a racecar?” I ask him, looking into the box, there’s just a black... thing? It’s got some buttons and it’s shiny on half with an opening on the end that’s rubbery to the touch. “I don’t think it’s for my dick?”

Vance leaps over from his side of the room and sits next to me in bed, “Oh dude! I know what that is, it’s totally for your dick!”

“How?” I ask, the device is maybe eight inches long at most.

“You just put your dick in the end and it vibrates the fuck out of it. I don’t remember what they’re called, and I’ve never used one, but my mom’s company definitely makes these.”

“But... it’ll never fit. She told me that she left me something after... you told her that I’m, I think she said, ‘gifted.’”

“No, you just have to put the head in! That’s what’s so awesome!”

“Oh, ok, cool,” I close the box again and put it under my bed. Vance is staring at me like I’ve lost my mind.

“Aren’t you going to try it out!?”

“Now?” He can’t be serious but he doesn’t refute, just keeps giving me that look of his. “No, I’m not doing this now. You’ll understand after I tell you about last night. I’m seriously sore.”

“Oh really?” his face lights up with even more mischief.

“Not like... there! But my dick feels like if I get a boner it might pop.”

“Nice, bro. Tell me everything.”

“Really?” My straight roommate wants details on my sex life?

“True, you could probably spare some details, I don’t need all of that in my brain, but yeah, I still want a story! Honestly, I’ve already seen all of your details so...”

So I told him the story! All of it - leaving out some of the more intimate or personal details - about myself. I told him about every last inch of Jack, I can’t get over his body. But the bondage, the 69ing, even the fucking I got into. Vance and I tell each other everything and so it actually feels a lot more natural to just dish it all instead of trying to hide things. He can’t help but repeatedly interject about how hot it all is.

 

[UROC1991]

“You’ve gotta keep him, he sounds like he really knows what he’s doing,” Vance says after I finally finish my story - we made it all the way to the library before I even got to the morning sex.

“Yeah, for real. From what I’m hearing he has a lot of experience.”

“I mean as long as he’s honest with you, and tested obviously, I don’t think you have to worry. It’s college, he’s hot, he could sleep with whoever he wanted to before you.”

“True, he seems loyal to me. He’s the one who suggested we be exclusive.”

“See? That’s all you need to know. And anyway, you probably offer something that most other guys can’t...”

“Ok, our relationship is more than that.”

“You know what I mean though?”

“Yes, Vance, I get it. You don’t have to tease me!”

“Your monster penis.”

“Oh my god, don’t you have a problem set or something to work on?”

So we got off the story of my hardcore night and moved onto what we’re there for - studying, homework, and assorted goofing off. Throughout the day, Vance and I realized our workload was bigger than we’d planned. Our table in the library grew more crowded - with papers and people. Bill joined us with his girlfriend, Ashley, delivering food from the cafeteria - a lifesaver. Vance called over a girl from his Bio class so they could work on some project.

Before we knew it, the sun was long gone and we were all mentally fried. Finally, Vance shuts his laptop and looks over at me across the table. “Can we stop now? I don’t want to do anymore today,” laying his forehead down onto his closed computer. “Or forever.”

I check the time - 6pm - and relent, “Yeah, we’re done for the day, I’m honestly exhausted, too.”

“Who wants to come back to our room and blow off some steam?” Vance, now fully perked back up, asks the crowd - not me, of course. I’m an implied participant.

“Sounds fun, we’re in!” Bill agrees immediately, drawing a scandalized look from Ashley. “What? I’m not a good RA, we know this.” She just rolls her eyes.

“Actually,” I pipe up, “I’m supposed to go over Jack’s so you’re gonna have to host this party solo, Vance.”

“No! Come on, just invite him, it’ll just be a chill get-together.” Then, to his new lab partner, “Toni..? You in?”

“Sounds fun!” she looks at Vance and only Vance - they’ve been lightly maybe-flirting all afternoon so there’s probably another layer to this. Vance is planning the logistics a bit while I text Jack.

Me (6:12pm, Nov 14): Hey, wanna come to my place? Vance decided we’re throwing an impromptu hang
Mark Jackson (6:14pm, Nov 14): Idk, a dorm party?
Me (6:15pm, Nov 14): Not a “PARTY.” Just hanging out with some friends. And a new girl that I think Vance likes so I’m his wingman kinda I think. Bill is coming, too!
Mark Jackson (6:16pm, Nov 14): The RA’s in? Nice work! I’m bringing my bong!
Mark Jackson (6:16pm, Nov 14): But no, seriously I’ll be there. I want to hang out with your friends. Especially Vance, he seems fun but I barely even met him once!
Me (6:17pm, Nov 14): Sweet! 7?
Mark Jackson (6:18pm, Nov 14): Sounds good but unrealistic - I’ll see you at 7:30 if you’re lucky!

I shake my head smiling and look up, Vance is looking at me with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his face. “Ok, let’s disperse and meet back at our place at 8,” I announce to the group, and we pack up and rush out of the library - Toni back to her dorm to drop off her stuff and change, Ash and Bill run back to her apartment to grab a bite to eat, and Vance and I walk home together.

“It’s awesome your boy is coming, I’ve been wanting to see what he’s actually like! Is he getting an Uber?” I give him a puzzled look - he knows where Jack lives, and he knows I walk there all the time. “Because there’s no way you left him in any shape to walk a quarter mile today.”

“Oh fuck you,” I punch him and laugh. “What do I have to do to get you to stop with all that?”

“All that what!?”

“The specifically size-related dick teasing! I’m trying to keep a somewhat low profile. I don’t want all that attention, you know this about me.”

“Fine, let’s bet.”

“No!”

“Yes, it’ll be fine. If... let me think.”

“There is no world in which this is going to be worth it for me so don’t bother.”

Vance has his flask out and he takes a sip, “No, we can do something fun that’ll work. Just...”

“Don’t!”

“Got it! I’ll race you back to the dorm, and if you win, I’ll stop teasing you about your mammoth dong.”

“Too good to be true...”

“But if you lose, you have to take two Viagra when we get back!”

“See? That’s exactly what I said, not worth it.” I take a swig from his flask, stopping to face him. It’s minty and strong. “Viagra? That’s asking a lot. You’re just giving up being mean!” I take another swig, “But you’re gonna embarrass me hugely!? What if you lose and you have to take the dick pills? Like me?”

“But that’s not fair either!”

“My dick is bigger, you may have heard. Therefore, bigger embarrassment.”

“Fuck, fine,” and Vance reached out his hand, smiling, and shakes mine. “No underwear?”

“Ok, fine,” I say it angrily but I’m smiling through it. Maybe a little drunk already? “We’re gonna footrace for you to stop being mean to me.”

“Obviously that is not the important part of the stakes anymore, Ricky.”

“Duh, but-”

“Ready?”

Not really I want to say - but I’m giggling. Finally a chance for revenge! I can probably beat him, I do sports now! “I think so.”

“First inside the door to the building. On ‘3, 2, 1, Go,’ ok?”

“Three...” I start.

“Two.”

“One...”

“Go!” Vance shouts before we’re both sprinting for our lives. Maybe literally? Folks at home, please don’t abuse prescription medication.

We stopped to discuss within sight of the door, but it’s still probably over 1000 feet. And it’s a race. Both of us have our backpacks bouncing and we’re flailing our arms a bit, trying to go faster and stay balanced. Vance is a step ahead of me when we round the hedges and start to sprint up the steps. He makes the mistake of peeking over his shoulder and seeing how close I am. I take the stairs two at a time and pull even as we get to the top.

We wrench open the double glass doors and pant, exhausted as if we ran the triathlon. The desk clerk is staring at us over her book like we’re insane. “If you were racing, it was a tie. But you really shouldn’t run, it’s supposed to get icy tonight and-”

“Shit!” Vance shouts. “A tie? Are you sure? Sorry I yelled.”

“Yes, definitely a tie. Now please leave.”

Walking away to the stairs to our dorm, trying not to giggle, I ask Vance, “So now what?”

“Rock-paper-scissors?”

And so we play right there on the stairs. Vance throws paper. I throw rock. Vance throws his hands up in celebration. I use my rock to punch him in the shoulder.

“I can’t do this man, are you serious?”

“Ricky, I’ll make you a deal. Do this and I’ll make a concerted effort to cut down on the dick jokes. I don’t want to stop altogether, but I can make this concession if you don’t back down on this bet.”

“Are you obsessed with my dick? What is this?”

“A little, to be honest. But no, I mostly just think it’ll be funny. Plus I have this Viagra just sitting there not doing anything. Plus, it’ll make the party a little sexier and I want to hook up with Toni. Hopefully. If she’ll have me.”

“...Fuck, fine.”

“Woooooo! This is gonna be wild!”

He’s probably right, but I’m trying to be more confident, so maybe this will be good. I’m in a safe place, right? With friends?

We get back into the dorm and Vance immediately drops his bag on the ground and runs to his bed, pulling out his big box of assorted sex paraphernalia. “Fuck, I’m weirdly excited about this,” he confesses.

“So am I just gonna be boned up the whole time? Isn’t there like a four-hour-visit-the-emergency room thing? I don’t want to do any damage.”

“Priapism is rare. I’m not really an expert, but generally, in my experience, you can take it and not get a boner for a while. It honestly probably doesn’t even kick for a half hour at least. But if you don’t get aroused at all, you won’t get a boner. But it’ll be easier to get one started, and once you do it’s going to be ROCK hard. And it’ll last a while til you get distracted, or bored, or cum I guess. Or maybe it’ll hurt after long enough - I haven’t gotten there.” He laughs. “I’ve only taken it twice, and both times were definitely some marathons. So easy to get a rager,” he laughs again.

“Ok, so I’m basically always horny already so I’m going to have a boner the whole time?”

“Well I guess we’ll see.”

I look at the time, it’s just a few minutes before 7, so Vance hands me the pills and I swallow them with a bottle of water. The whole thing does turn me on a little, if I’m being honest. And maybe it’ll be funny. And fun. “You happy?” I ask him.

He’s clearly giddy. “You have to wear those shorts you got from the Gap.”

“I like how you think you can dress me, too. That wasn’t part of the bet.”

“People need to be able to tell!”

“Oh, don’t worry about that! And I definitely can’t wear shorts, without underwear, with an erection. It will poke out and it will be a problem. I don’t want to fully flash everyone. So I’ll wear jeans, thank you.”

“Awww, but what if it isn’t obvious! Then what’s even the point!?”

“Vance, wake up! My dick is obvious when it’s soft! And without underwear this is going to be a whole thing...” We continue our friendly bickering about Vance’s favorite topic while we get changed and shove some food in our mouths. I go with a faded pair of semi-snug jeans, and Vance (after seeing the bulging tube of my soft dick) agrees with a snicker that they’ll be sufficient. I finish off my outfit with a loose but slightly-too-short henley - unbuttoned at the top with some chest hair poking out. It’s super soft. I’m mid-pretzel when my phone buzzes.

Mark Jackson (7:27pm, Nov 14): I made it! I’m downstairs come get me!!!

“Jack’s downstairs, I’ll be right back!”

“Gotcha. Fuck, are you gonna tell him?!”

“Yeah, that’s gotta be a just-him-and-me conversation for a minute, I think,” I reply and run downstairs still barefoot.

I see Jack standing at the check-in desk, chatting interestedly with the woman holding down the fort. “Oh yeah, I heard it was going to get cold again, but didn’t think about the refreezing.” He looks great, his hair is gelled up in the front and he’s wearing a full football team sweatsuit with Chuck Taylors. A backpack is slung over his one shoulder. I get close and duck under his arm, he smells a little like he just showered and a lot like weed. Quickly I extract him and pull him away and into the stairwell.

“Before we get up there I have to tell you something real quick,”

“Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” he asks, turning to face me fully, he pushes me softly against the wall and rubs into me. “Sorry that’s the first thing I noticed but...” I’m about to stand on my tip toes and kiss him full on when I remember what Vance said earlier.

“No!” I practically scream and push him off of me.

“Ohmygod, sorry! Are you ok? What’s wrong?”

“Yes,” I laugh at my overreaction and that let’s him breathe too. “I didn’t mean it like that, I lost a bet to Vance and I had to take Viagra and I don’t want to get... aroused.”

“Oh wow, seems I got here just in time then?” he smirks.

“Actually, I told everyone else to come at 8, figured you were right about rushing. So you’re technically early!” We get up to the room and he immediately points to Vance.

“You! Why do you think it’s ok to treat my boyfriend like this?” He’s angry. Wait, he’s mad about this? I try to make the connection in my brain as he approaches Vance to attack.

Vance’s hands are up in a defensive position - Jack is 6’2” of solid muscle. “Dude, dude, relax it’s just a fun-” but the wind is slightly knocked out of him when Jack punches him on the shoulder.

“Fuck you, you two are so cute this is hilarious. I’m just fucking with you,” Jack eases his body and laughs. “Sorry, I’m a bit stoned. I think we’re gonna be great friends, Vance, I’m glad we can get to know each other better.”

“Dude, I thought you were gonna kill me!” Vance gasps out, obviously relieved but not quite back to relaxed again yet.

“I can’t kill everyone who gives Ricky a boner, I don’t have that kinda time!” Great, now this one’s got jokes, too. “How did you get him to do this? It’s hilarious. It’s gonna be ridiculous. Who all’s coming to this?” Jack asks, turning back to me.

“Well, it’s just us, Bill and his girlfriend Ash, and a girl from Vance’s class.”

“Do any of them know about, ya know,” he gestures to my groin.

“About the bet? Or the size?” Vance asks, he seems back to normal, a huge grin across his face.

“Either?”

“I think Bill knows about the size,” I answer. Jack is putting down his bag and unpacking - huge bong, little bag of weed, huge bottle of tequila, little bag of salt. “The bet,” I finish, “is just us. But we’re going to tell them when things become... inevitably... obvious.”

“Yeah, we can’t have people freaking out. What if someone accurately thinks you’re a couple of pervert freshmen!?”

“Ok, why are you here, then?” Vance asks.

“I love a dorm party. It’s very cute. Very freshman year. We gonna play drinking games?”

“You’re sassy tonight!” I tell him, grabbing his shoulder and sitting him down next to me on my bed. We can lean against the wall, but I can’t get too close. Can’t risk it yet. “Have a drink and let’s just chill.”

“Ok, one drink, I’m mostly gonna stick to weed tonight though. Gotta behave myself somewhat, I want to remember this,” he whispers, and reaches over to me, squeezes my leg.

The others arrive shortly thereafter. Toni first, who we welcome with open arms, Vance filling her hand with a drink as soon as possible. Bill and Ash arrive together right behind her. We have a pretty chill time going for the first little while. I’m on my second actual drink, and we’ve all smoked a little (with the RA! Ha!), and I haven’t gotten a boner yet. But I’m not thinking about it! Or doing my best not to. We’re casually playing Cards Against Humanity, but mostly we’re just talking.

Eventually, though, the topics of conversation turn slightly sexual. They always do. We knew they always would, didn’t we?

“So Jack,” Ash starts. “Ricky’s great, but I’m surprised you’re dating a freshman!”

“Don’t ruin this for me, Ash!” I yell, laughing. “I got a good thing going, don’t let him figure it out!”

“No, sorry, I mean you’re cool but I’m just surprised is all - how did you even meet?”

“Well, football,” Bill says.

“Yeah, but how did you even get together? Star quarterback and walk-on, freshman kicker?”

“Well, look at him!” Jack yells, laughing, holding his hands over me like he’s framing a picture. “He’s the cutest!” I blush but

“Well-”

“Vance, don’t start!” I immediately react.

“That’s not all of it,” Vance finishes anyway.

 

[UROC1991]

“Well, of course not,” Jack agrees, grabbing me and pulling me close. He kisses me deep and rubs my chest and arm a little. “It’s not all just how cute he is.” He knows exactly what he’s doing but he’s gonna play it off. “There’s so much more.” He kisses me again, his hands are thinking about moving lower. “He’s one of the funniest guys I’ve ever talked to.”

Ok, I’m definitely not putting this boner off any more.

“And I swear he’s one of the greatest lays I’ve ever had. No, probably the single greatest.” I’m blushing again and he’s laying on me. No longer sitting against the wall like me, he’s almost supine on the bed with his head on my arm. He’s making eye contact with Ashley when she looks over at me and sees the water bottle-like shape pressing up from my jeans.

“Uh!” She erupts, and looks away quickly. Then looks back. “Oh my god.”

“Yeah, that’s what we all said,” Vance takes the reins back, “I have a confession to make, I made Ricky take Viagra.” Now everyone knows where to look, not just Ash. And there’s a lot to see, I’m already hard as a rock and probably leaking pre-cum into the denim. I’m dressed to the left, and it’s pulling a long tent across the width of my thigh.

It doesn’t help things when Jack looks up into my eyes and gives it a stroke and a little squeeze. “Sorry, I mostly just got tired of waiting for it to wake up,” he says to me with a laugh, then leans over to give Vance a high five.

“Holy fuck,” Bill finally pulls his eyes away from my crotch and it looking me in the face again.

Simultaneously, Toni asks, to Vance, “Wait, what kind of party is this?” She doesn’t look upset, just startled.

“It’s not that kinda party, it’s just a prank,” Vance answers her.

“I mean, if it’s that kinda party,” she looks back over to me, “I’m not not interested.”

“No,” I take control of my own narrative, “I’m flattered, but this is not that kind of party. I’m just in a compromising position, mostly of my own doing, in that I made a stupid bet with Vance and lost. But we’re all friends here so I figured,” I pause, am I slurring my words a little? Get it back on track “I mean, it’s hard to hide forever and now it’s just something people know. And yes, it’s real.”

“Is this what coming out of the closet was like for you?” Vance asks.

“Oh yeah, it’s exactly the same. This experience reminds me of telling my mom I was gay for the first time,” I try to deadpan but end up cracking up immediately. My dick throbs with every muscle contraction of my body, and I run a hand down Jack’s body, hugging him close. I’m horny as fuck.

“Speaking of compromising positions,” Jack says, sitting up again a little, “this wouldn’t be a freshman dorm party without a drinking game.”

“Flip, Sip, Strip?” Bill asks, perking up with excitement.

“It seems like it’s the senior frat boys who want to play a drinking game,” I point out. But this is good, it’ll take some attention off of me.

“Yes, I want to play a drinking game, I feel like I’ve made it clear,” Jack smirks and snuggles back up against me. “Flip, Sip, or Strip is perfect, Bill, thank you.”

“What is this game?” Vance asks, unsure. “I’ve literally never heard of it before right now.”

“Oh, we play it all the time when we have house parties,” Bill answers. “You flip a coin and call it. If you’re right, you pass the coin to your left and it’s their turn. If you’re wrong, you pass it to the right and you have to strip off a piece of clothing, or take a shot. Simple. Can’t do the same thing twice in a row. If you end up totally naked, you’re out. Tap out if you can’t drink when it’s your time to drink. Last one in the game wins.”

“Come on... I don’t want to do that!” I’m complaining even though there’s not really too much more that I’ll be displaying without pants. And it would be a lot more comfortable...

“Ricky, it’s fine, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” Jack says. “I guess we’ll just leave, guys. Goodnight!”

“Fuck you, fine.” I answer before he can even sit all the way up. I am having a good time, and everyone’s playing. “Wait, I literally only have two items of clothing on my entire body!”

“Well, I guess you’ll be naked fast then.” Toni rebuts, and we’re all laughing now, ready to play.

Jack pre-pours about 20 half-shots (we have some limits) into tiny plastic cups and Bill pulls a quarter out of his pocket. We organize ourselves into a slightly more coherent circle - mainly involving me moving to the edge of the bed while trying not to poke anyone’s eye out.

The game gets started with Bill. There’s a little moving back and forth around the circle, but before long everyone has had their first loss and done a shot. Things devolve quickly from there. About 15 minutes pass.

I’ve been lying down on my back on my bed for a few minutes now, harder than I’ve ever been in my whole life and 100% buck naked for all to gawk at. Jack appears to have only lost his shoes and socks, and his shirt of course. That came off first, which is pretty typical. The whole time I’ve been out of the game he’s been rubbing my feet and massaging my legs with his skilled fingers. Bill is in just his pants and underwear, and full leg cast, but we’re not counting that. The girls and Vance are all down to just their underwear and Vance still has his socks on. Everyone has quickly become very intoxicated.

Intoxicated... with lust? I ask myself. From the way everyone is looking at each other, I’d guess so. I know I am, there’s a puddle forming on my stomach from my leaking dick. Bill and Ashley have been staring into each other’s eyes off and on for a few rounds. And is Toni closer to Vance on the futon than when we started?

The quarter comes back to Jack after Vance takes another shot of liquid courage. “Before I flip, do you think we should call it a game? Or a night?”

“It’s not even 10!” Vance answers immediately without thinking.

"It's actually a little more than ten, last time I checked," I giggle, thrusting into the air to a chorus of "Oooooooh"s.

Vance ignores me though, “I’m having fun!”

“Oh, of course, I am too! I just have other stuff I want to do tonight,” Jack answers, tilting his head at me. “You know,” gesturing to me again. “And honestly, I don’t need to drink any more. What about you, guys? Bill, Ash, ready to call it a night?”

More to Bill, Ash answers somewhat under her breath, “Yeah, let’s get out of here,” and before the words are off her lips Bill is up and putting his shirt back on. When they’re all but out the door, Jack and I turn our attention over to Toni, who’s straddling and in full make-out mode with Vance.

“That was easy,” Jack says, squeezing down into the tiny bed, between me and the wall, propping his head up with a hand, resting the other one very close to my hard-on.

“Uh...” I whisper as he leans in and kisses my neck, “Should we leave? Give them some privacy?” I don’t want to stop what’s happening - I need to cum, but I don’t want to ruin Vance’s night. Or Toni’s, I guess, for that matter. And I don’t want to put on a show for them, either.

“Hey, kids!” Jack speaks up a little louder, “Do you want Ricky and I to leave or can we hang here for a little while?”

They exchange a momentary look and a head shake, “No, stay.” Vance tells us. “Where’s he gonna go with that thing anyway? Get him off, we can hang out over on this side of the room.” And with that, they were back at it.

And so were we. Jack immediately gripped my dick, but his mouth was fast on mine, swallowing what would have been a loud moan. He straddles me, keeping one hand around his back and on my dick, pointing it straight up. I can feel myself rubbing against his sweatpants, trying to push firmly into his crack despite the layers. He’s making out with me hard, and grinding himself up and down, trying to squeeze and jerk my dick with his hand and clenching ass cheeks.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t really doing the trick. I reach down and grab my dick with my right hand and start to pump it a little. “Move a little, this position is just teasing me, not getting anywhere,” I plead, a little out of breath.

“Who says I want to do any more than tease?” he whispers back, but adjusts, moving my dick under him and sliding down so he’s sitting on my thighs. He nestles my balls against his crotch, still covered but clearly he’s fully hard, and takes my dick in his hands. “Oh hey, I can almost pretend it’s mine like this!” he teases, jerking it a few times and rolling his eyes dramatically.

I can still see Vance and Toni out the corner of my eye. They haven’t left their position on the futon, but they’re not ignoring us either. At one point, I clearly hear them whispering.

Toni: “I kinda want to watch...”
Vance: “Oh, we’re definitely gonna watch. You should see...” he trails off, “well, you’ll see.”

Meanwhile, Jack takes his tongue to the bottom of my shaft for a loooooong lick up to the tip. I’m basically writhing on the bed, my dick is ready to burst like a balloon but it feels like I’m not even close to orgasm yet. “Faster, please,” I beg him, but he’s going to do what he wants.

I finally wrestle Jack’s dick out of his sweatpants and boxer briefs and get my hands on him. He’s actively throbbing and moaning, and I start jerking him off like we have one minute to live and he speeds up on me a little bit as a result.

Within a minute I can tell Jack’s there, his stroking gets less rhythmic, more frantic and chaotic. Before long, he lets go and leans back on both his hands, giving me amazing access and an even better view of his rippling torso. I slip one hand down to rub his taint and I see his abs contract. I see and feel as his balls constrict almost back into him as he let out a moan that ended as more of a whine, his first two volleys exploding from him rapid fire and hitting the pillow above my head.

Squirts three through at least eight come with almost equal force, slamming me in the face and drenching my chest hair - he’s done shooting and more just dribbling as he finishes, and I can feel every contraction of his body as the last ripples of the orgasm run through him.

He leans down and, smiling ear to ear, grabs my head and kisses me. With his free hand, he scoops some of his goo from my stomach and uses it as lube, moving both hands to my dick. Which, honestly, after the show he just gave, and the kiss on top of it, I almost came without his hands.

He’s still kissing me when I do cum, screaming into his mouth and bucking my whole body up to meet his. I immediately paint his chin, chest, and abs with a flood, showering down onto my body under him. We’re both left gasping and he collapses and lays on top of me, head on my shoulder, flattening my slowly softening dick between us. Sealed together with glue.

When our gasping slows a little, I notice I can hear the futon squeaking as Vance and Toni start grinding heavily. “Jack, we gotta leave.”

“Yes, definitely.”

“That was hot but,” he’s already mopping us up with the roll of paper towels I keep in arm’s reach of my bed.

“I know, I can’t believe I did that in front of two strangers we have to go.”

“Plus they’re...”

“I know!” He whisper-yells, throwing my shirt and pants at me, and slipping on his shoes. I just grab mine and my phone and run out the door after him. As soon as the door is closed behind us we can hear them moaning, getting up, stumbling, squeaking down onto the bed.

“Gross,” I laugh as we walk out of earshot of the new lovers.

“Oh, Ricky, if you think that’s gross wait til you remember what we just did.”

“Oh no what did we do that for!”

“Yeah, everyone has some regrets after the first time you cum in front of a roommate, but this will ultimately bring you closer together. Plus, it was kinda hot. They were definitely into it.”

“Oh, that wasn’t the first time he’s seen me cum,” I blab. “Fuck, wait, no!” I shout, noticing his eyes go wide. He smiles.

“Tell me everything.”

 

[nyc4hung]

Damn. So hot. Honestly, your stories are some of the hottest things I've read on LPSG. I love the character of Bill--obscenely hung yet so sweet and kind of shy. Just getting to understand the power of his donkey dick. Also, the whole scenerio of him being exposed in a group setting and hearing about different peoples' reactions to it--gay and straight--is beyond hot to me. It's all about what a huge penis can bring out in people. Thanks again!

 

[bonnie625]

UROC, you are amazing <3 this chapter is yet another masterpiece

and I'm so in love with Ricky's cumshots they are the hottest part

 

[yellowman]

Wow I love the pace and story line of this work. It’s great and so fucking Hot. I love that Ricky is like this sort of stoner masculine dude that likes real dude shit but low key a fucking supreme big dick lover in the making. He has an innocence and a strength. I love it. I also like the fact that James has a dark side even though he is the shiny quarterback.

 

[UROC1991]

Bored and writing again today. Not sure if this will be up today or just soon, but I'm bored with what I'm doing so may be taking a turn or looking for something new to do with the characters. Should be fun. Promise I won't kill anyone!

 

[UROC1991]

Chapter Ten

Winter has fallen in western New York, and with it - some domestic distress. Along with just a fuck-ton of snow. No one has seen the sun for days. Now, mid-afternoon on the Saturday of reading period, cooped up in the apartment, our hero is succumbing. To cabin fever? Seasonal affective disorder? Or something worse? Definitely not studying for finals.

“I don’t tell everyone the intimate secrets of my love life, Ricky.”

“Well, for some reason, everyone I interact with seems to know all about my dick!”

“You sound crazy paranoid. Not everything is about your dick,” he dismisses me and rolls over with his book - ending our brief fight.

But I wasn’t being paranoid - something had shifted. It wasn’t obvious until I first noticed, and then it was constant. Whispers stopping when I walk into a classroom. My teammates sneaking an odd glance at me in the gym or locker room. Not-so-subtle flirting from both sexes crossing the line. Every conversation I have seems to be tense. Close. Charged with something that I can’t quite grasp.

The last few weeks had been running smoothly. Ever since we somewhat broke things open, I’ve been at Jack’s place almost every night, usually just to smoke up, bone our life-force away, and then pass out. It’s fucking great. And still is great, even after I’ve started to notice.

“This is just your mind being self-defeating,” Vance lectured me, just yesterday. “You have something good that you don’t think you deserve, for whatever reason. Maybe. And you’re subconsciously trying to ruin it. What do you have to be suspicious about?”

“No, ok, even taking my suspicions about Jack out of it, people are all acting weird around me. I can’t think of any reason why that would be, unless someone is telling the whole school I have a weird dick.”

“Ok, first of all, it’s not weird, it’s fascinating. Majestic. Insert any other positive adjectives here, Ricky, seriously. Mostly, though, this story just does not seem to track. It doesn’t make sense logically. Like, people who are acting like normal people would not behave this way in the scenario you’re outlining. The effect you claim to be experiencing would not come from that cause.”

“You sound high.”

“I don't see how that's relevant but so what if I am? The phenomenon you claim to be experiencing, if it is really happening, is in all likelihood caused by something else. Because hearing someone has a big dick just isn’t that interesting. I hear that about people all the time, but I don’t freak out around them. And at least half the time I don’t even believe it.”

“But, like, this girl asked about it the other day and she was a total stranger! People know somehow!”

“It’s probably just someone who knows someone and it’s a rumor. It’s not all over the campus or anything, man. She’s probably someone’s boyfriend. What you think is happening isn’t happening. It’d be more obvious, I’m sure of it.”

“She literally said, ‘Aren’t you the guy with the huge dick?’ It’s really happening.”

“I mean, if you say so. But don’t jump to conclusions about Jack!”

But I did anyway, and confronted him, and here we are. I’m lying in his bed next to him, not talking, feeling foolish and downright crazy.

“Maybe it’s a gas leak?”

“What?”

“Making me act and feel like I’m going crazy.”

“Or you’re schizophrenic.”

“No, I don’t want it to be that either.” Maybe I just can’t date someone for this long before I start to lose my brain around them. Jack rolls over and hugs me with his whole body, squeezing. I can feel every muscle on him tense, even through the over-sized sweatshirt I’m wearing.

“I don’t want this to bother you and I want to know what I can do to help. Even if it’s just to help you not think of it until it goes away.” He brushes his lips against mine and, grinding himself into me at the same time, slides his hand down to my ass. It’s been a favorite playground of his (and mine, honestly) in the last couple weeks. “Let me help,” he pleads, his eyes probing mine.

It was a journey getting here, but I imagine it’s one you’d want to hear about. After seeing how Jack reacts to... let’s just say ‘prostate stimulation’... I knew it was something I wanted to learn more about. It was a conversation, he pushed me a little, and thank God he did. We started with a casual finger while he was jerking me off, and then I really went all in.

Some toys and lube and time and now I ride his dick every chance I get. And we get a lot of chances. I frankly can’t remember the last time I even jerked off without him there. I’m snapped out of my reverie when he kisses me again.

“You’re right, I should get my mind on something else,” I answer, my meat starting to plump up, tenting my soft flannel pants. The fabric feels great on the head of my cock, and I instinctively grind into Jack to enhance the feeling.

“Oh, I mean I guess we could do that, but I was thinking maybe a massage,” he answers with a pout and then a smirk.

“That actually sounds nice. Thanks, Jack!” I mean, it’s not fucking him, but...

“I mean, obviously you’re going to have a happy ending, but you deserve a nice massage! You’re so stressed out lately.” He gets out of bed and yanks the comforter off onto the floor. “Now, undress to your level of comfort!”

“What if I kept underwear on and was like ‘I don’t know if I’m ready?’”

“Trust me, I’m almost a professional, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before,” he answers with a wink.

“I don’t know about that...”

“Ok, Ricky, this role play is boring to me. Lie down and flip over, let me get my hands on you” he laughs.

I do as he says, naked now and pinning my semi-hard dick between my stomach and the bed. Hope I don’t end up leaving a wet patch there, I’m thinking as he climbs on top of me and digs his fingers into my back. It feels amazing - I certainly need this. I do make a point to lift my butt a little, of course, bumping into his shorts-clad crotch.

“Wow, you really are tense,” Jack says as he turns around, straddling me in the other direction as he starts work down the backs of my legs. His thumbs are hitting and easing all the knots in my thighs. “I’m sorry about everything, man.”

“What do you mean,” I ask, tensing up again but only slightly.

He pauses for a moment before continuing. “No, I just mean I could be more supportive of you. Or empathetic. You’re the kindest person to me! I should be giving you a massage everyday! I’m sorry about fighting with you over something dumb, you have every right to feel how you feel, and I shouldn’t have questioned you.”

“Thanks, but you were right. I shouldn’t have accused you of some vague nothing, I’ve just been in a mood lately, I think. Maybe it’s just winter,” I answer as his hands are working out the last of the tightness in my calves.

“Alright,” he climbs off me and leans in to whisper, “we’re done with all that. Now, turn over, it’s time for your big entrance.” He grabs my shoulder and helps to roll me, and I can’t help but snicker a little. I’m trying to become more comfortable with my body so maybe I can make a big entrance for the boyfriend.

He’s on his knees next to me and he just continues his massage, ignoring the sundial sticking up from my crotch. He's working on the tight areas of my chest before moving over all distractions and rubbing down my thighs.

“Remember the first time I gave you a massage?”

“How could I forget? It was borderline assault!”

“No, don’t go there, you waved that thing in my face and... no, never mind,” he skirts away from my slapping hand, giggling, “You know, I only asked to give you a massage because I thought you were cute and I wanted to test the waters.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re super cute and you have a friendly face, I was interested basically immediately.”

“I always just thought you asked me out because you got interested after giving me the massage. And... ya know... seeing... it.”

“Ricky, I love you,” Jack says, probably not realizing it’s the first time he’s said those words to me, “but you actually might need to go to a therapist. Or talk to someone at least.” His eyes are sweet but also a little concerned. “Let me spell it out. I don’t like you for your dick, it’s just a perk. And it’s a sweet fucking perk, don’t get me wrong, but the best part is that it’s attached to you.”

“Wow, I had no idea you were this gay, bro.”

“Fuck off,” he laughs, “I can talk about my feelings! Besides, if you want me to be shallow, I obviously got in at the right time.”

I respond with a confused look.

“Compared to the first massage I gave you, you’ve got a BODY now. Being on the football team has really agreed with you.”

He’s right. I was happy with my body before. More or less, anyway. I had barely anything to see on my flat stomach, and even that was covered with hair. And my chest was nearly concave - I was just a skinny kid. Now that I’ve been working on my fitness, with Jack and the team, I have defined abs under the fur and my legs are getting huge. My arms are starting to get a bit bigger even though I’m not focusing on them at all, and my chest is actually starting to plump a little bit too and fill out my shirts.

“I guess you just got lucky, huh?”

“Fuck yeah,” he smiles, moving to sit across my thighs and taking his shorts off in one fluid motion. He’s already hard, which isn’t a surprise. I have that effect on him, I think proudly. He takes a hold of my shaft with both hands and slowly, casually, begins stroking me. “I still cannot get over this thing.”

“I can’t get over that you expect me to believe you were into me without it.”

“Why are you so self conscious?” he asks me, still stroking just fast enough to keep me super horny. “You’re great looking, even covered in clothes. Without them, you’re truly a 10. Millions of people would want to be in my position!”

“Oh? Millions? Now I know you’re full of shit.”

“Get over yourself and think about how lucky you are to have me!” he finally says, changing the subject, flexing his upper body but, lamentably, letting go of my boner. I take things in hand myself in the interim.

“You make a good point,” I smile, whatever blood is left in my body rushes downward whenever I see him shirtless, not leaving much room for thought, but he’s cut like a god! He kisses me quickly and, like lightning, jumps back and down between my legs, lifting them onto his shoulders and diving into my asshole with his tongue. I scream out a wordless moan.

He pulls his head back for a moment, pressing a thumb up and into my taint, “Keep thinking about how lucky you are to have me,” he says before going back to eating me out.

After somewhere between one minute and 45 minutes of waves of pleasure, my dick throbbing and hot with desire, he finally comes back up for air, a little out of breath. He looks me in the eye, sitting back on his haunches, smiling. Waiting.

“Well,” I gasp, “are you gonna fuck me? Or what are we doing?” I ask, desperate for some release, all thoughts of our earlier fighting gone forever.

He laughs with me, “That’s what I like to hear from my big dicked bottom boy bitch!”

“EW! Don’t call me that, I don’t know where that came from but I’m not a fan,” I’m laughing almost uncontrollably now as he tickles me slightly, climbing back up to kiss me full on the lips. We make out for a minute and it doesn’t even taste that much like my butthole!

Finally, Jack reaches for the lube in his drawer and slathers it on to both of our dicks. He also gets some up inside me with his fingers. My body grips onto him with just that small bit of entry and he looks up and smirks again.

We’ve become accustomed to missionary in the past few weeks, it does exactly what we’re both looking for, so without any further repositioning, Jack grips my ass with both hands and gently pushes in. With my left leg on his shoulder, he slides into me with ease and lets out a groan.

I’m immediately throbbing and dripping from the instant his dick hits my prostate. It’s not anything to write home about, but at about average size, Jack’s dick is plenty for me - I feel filled and he’s rubbing back and forth exactly on that special spot.

We’re staring into each other’s eyes and wordlessly panting for breath as Jack slides in and out of me. My hands are supporting our balance, and my dick is laying rock hard against my abs and poking me between my pecs, bouncing with every heartbeat and thrust.

Jack’s starting to get into a rhythm, and it’s a rhythm that works for me. I feel like I can explode at any moment, but I know now from experience that I won’t - it’ll just feel unbearably amazing. I’ve heard that it’s possible to cum without touching my dick, and I probably could if I wanted to, but it just feels so good to touch it!

Jack stops thrusting for a moment and leans down and gives me a hard kiss, burying himself to the hilt up inside me. My dick is squeezed between our bodies and leaves a string of sticky liquid tying us together. I moan into his mouth as we make out before he pulls back, sitting straight up on his knees, fully inside me, and now holding both my legs - my hairy thighs pressed close to my obliques. He smiles.

“You look fucking hot,” he tells me, staring down with a fiery look in his eye. “Like, all that fucking meat just ready to burst like an overfilled sausage plopping around.”

“Ok, maybe don’t try to be a poet?” I laugh, and the muscle contractions around his dick make us both jump a bit with pleasure.

“Wanna try something? I think I wanna try something,” Jack asks, looking at me with nothing but lust in his eyes.

“I mean... sure? What?” Without explanation, he continues to slowly fuck me, and grabs my dick at the base, pulling in tight and taut with both hands, pointing it up towards the ceiling. This isn’t too different from our normal routine, he knows exactly how to make me cum in this position.

“I think I can...” and he leans down toward me and sticks out his tongue, licking the tip with a swirl.

Immediately I contract all the muscles in my body, sending a secondary ripple of pleasure through both of us. The combination of the feeling, and the visual of him fucking me and licking my dick is overwhelming. Jack just laughs triumphantly.

“Haha! That’s fucking awesome,” he has such a big goofy smile on his face, he looks amazing. I can’t imagine he’s seeing me in the same light, because now I’m drenched in my own sweat and desperate for an orgasm. I’m not even able to genuinely reflect at the moment on how he’s fucking me and can suck me off at the same time. “You ready?” he asks, and all I can do is nod fervently.

He sticks the tip of my cock back into his mouth and bobs a little, and I thrust up into him as well as I can - my range of motion is slightly limited at the moment with him above me. This slight movement, though, has the effect of also moving him in and out of my ass, rubbing my prostate with every slight shift.

 

[UROC1991]

“Oh, FUCK!” I scream as I feel the orgasm, that was once something we’d need to journey towards, suddenly arrive at the doorstep.

My body is twitching, jerking back and forth, rapidly, just a few inches, as I try unconsciously try to fuck myself on his cock, and bury my dick in his mouth.

Jack is still swirling his tongue as much as he can, my cockhead buried deep into his mouth. “Dude... you’re... I’m... FUCK!” is all I can get out, but it’s enough.

Jack pulls back his mouth, returning to the bolt upright position, and pounds at my ass with a determination I rarely see from him outside of the football field. His hands, both slick with lube, are pistoning up and down my shaft as I arch my back and crest the edge.

With a final huge thrust from Jack (and a scream from me) my dick explodes directly into my face. The shots are small (for me) in volume individually, but my body is spasming multiple times per second as I send blast after blast after blast into my hair, mouth, and all around my upper body.

We were too spontaneous today to grab a towel, so the bed is drenched, my cum soaking through the pillow cases to the pillows themselves. The puddle that formed on my chest, between my pecs, is overflowing where the hair did not absorb and act like a dam. I took a few swallows during my orgasm, and now I’m trying to lick whatever is left on my lips, staring into Jack’s eyes as he continues to pound me.

“Holy fuck that’s always the fucking hottest,” he says, biting his lower lip.

I stare up at him, panting, biting my lip and doing my best ‘fuck me’ face, knowing I have cum all over it, strings hanging in my hair and off my ear, down my chin and neck. I reach up and put a hand on the back of his neck, pulling Jack down to me with a kiss, but before we meet he lets out his own yell, doubling over and I can feel his dick start to jump inside me.

I do my best to squeeze him dry as he’s pumping his load deep into me, the feeling hot on my insides. He relents to my embrace and brings his face down to mine as his orgasm tapers off. We’re both panting for breath, foreheads pressed together with my fresh cum in between.

“Fuck, I needed that” I say, and he opens his blue eyes again and looks into mine, smiling.

“Me, too. You’re fucking amazing.”

“I just laid here! You’re amazing. I came so fucking hard, Jesus...”

“I know!” Jack says, pulling away and out, sitting up on his haunches and looking down at me on his ruined bed. He reaches up and wipes my jizz from his forehead. “Thought for a second we got glued together there, too!” he laughs and wipes his hand on my thigh.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” We’re both laughing now, and I’m getting up, with a mind to tackle him and rub my cum-drenched face, head, and chest all over his smooth body in the world’s stickiest hug. Unfortunately, my freshly-fucked body has other ideas, and I almost immediately collapse back down with a squish.

“Ok, Rick, grab a shower I guess? If you want? I’ll be right back, I’m going to grab us a couple waters and maybe a snack,” Jack says, slipping on a pair of gym shorts that show off his everything. No shirt, thank goodness. I’m so lucky to have nabbed this greek god with an ass like that!


I unstick myself from his bed, grab my phone and head to the bathroom. I hear, not so faintly, Genna berating Jack for our loud session to which he replies “It’s not quiet hours! That’s why we don’t live on campus!”

I turn on the water, sit on the toilet, and check my phone.

Vance (2:34pm, Dec 14): You’re coming back to campus to study some, right?

Fuck, forgot I said I was doing that.

It’s already been a hot minute since I missed his text, but I have to answer.

Me (3:20pm, Dec 14): I know we said we’d do that... but I don’t want to...
Vance (3:21pm, Dec 14): Just come back to the room and we’ll chill then, I want to hang out. If we study, good, cuz finals, but we can just chill too.
Me (3:21pm, Dec 14): K, that’s much more my mood today. I’ll bounce out of here in, like, 15!

I feel something hitting my shoulders and back and realize it’s cum dripping from my hair, and hop into the steamy shower before I can spread my mess any further. 15 minutes is probably generous because this is going to take at least two shampoo-ings.

Jack pops into the room as I’m lathering up, pulls back the curtain slightly and hands me a bottle of water. He’s just smiling and looking at me.

“What?”

“I... love you?” he confesses.

“I love you too! Why is it a question?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never said it to a guy before. And it’s weird because I don’t know if I even really know what it means but I like you, like, so much.”

“You literally said it like a half hour ago!” I tease, rinsing my hair and opening my eyes to look at him again. He’s just smiling, and I grab his hand and pull him into the shower for a kiss. “I don’t think anyone really knows what it means, but I love you too. I can’t be without you sometimes.”

We kiss for another minute or two.

“So how often do you suck yourself?” Jack breaks our kiss to ask. King of non sequiturs.

“What!? No, I can’t do that!” I laugh back.

“Yeah you can.”

“No, I tried it once and I’m not that flexible. My friend Will can! He showed us once.”

“Ok, we’ll get to that story in a minute, but honestly, Ricky, it’s, like, already most of the way towards in-your-mouth with you laying flat on your back! When I’m fucking you and lift you up a little, it basically hits you in the eye. You definitely can. When did you try?”

“I don’t know, a while ago. I haven’t really thought about it in a while.”

“Maybe try it again soon. With me there. But first...” Jack, still wearing his shorts but now soaked through, starts rubbing up against me. He’s hard again and I’m on my way there.

“Fuck, I want to but I have to go meet Vance and study.”

“Noooo, you don’t.”

“No, but I told him I would and so I’m going to - we never really hang out anymore - I’m always with you!”

“So you’re going to get me all boned up and bounce?”

“We literally just finished fucking. It isn’t my fault you’re hard again!”

“You are too.”

“Yeah, but I’ll get over it on my walk back,” I kiss him again, but push him away a little so I can finish cleaning myself. He steps back and just watches as I wash.

“So you’re going to make me clean up your mess, too?”

“MY mess!? It’s my mess now?”

“Well, it came out of you!”

“Yeah, but you made it come out of me...”

He just snickers, “Damn right,” and I rinse off and finish my shower, leaving it on for Jack, who has shucked his shorts, setting free his bobbing member, and grabbed the soap. I give him a quick kiss and step out and dry off.

As I’m fixing my hair in the mirror, I can see Jack watching me over my shoulder from the shower. He’s got that look on his face, and he’s just staring. I write it off and continue my routine, getting ready to head out, when I notice he’s stroking his dick.

“Are you just constantly jerking off when I’m not around?”

“I mean, I guess when you ARE around, too. In this instance. But check out this view! My hot boyfriend - with the dick - is just casually doing his hair fully nude!”

“You know you can just call me if you want to get off and I’ll come over! That’s what I do, I don’t think I’ve even jerked off in a few weeks!” I yell, laughing, and he hasn’t stopped stroking the whole time.

“Yeah, you say that, but now you’re leaving!”

Hmmm.... Stroke. Stroke. Stroke. He hasn’t stopped staring at me but I can’t take my eyes off that dick. And he has a point.

“Fuck you, fine,” I say, laughing still, and get back in the shower, careful to try to keep my hair somewhat dry. I press him to the shower wall, get down on my haunches, and start beating his meat with all my energy. He takes away his hand and relaxes into the back wall of his shower.

After a few minutes of my steady, fast stroking and lightly licking the head of his dick, “Ok,” Jack announces with a sharp gasp. I pull my head back and keep stroking, maybe a little faster now, as he explodes into the streams of water. Eight solid jets pump from his cock, luckily not hard enough to paint the opposite wall of the shower.

I lick the last drops from the tip of his dick and stand, giving him a hard kiss against the shower wall, where Jack continues to lean, regaining his composure slowly.

“Fuck. Thanks, man.”

“Anytime,” I say, drying my legs and body off again, “and thanks for dealing with the clean up!” I yell, dipping out of his bathroom and closing the door behind him. It reeks in his bedroom and I worry for a moment that I may have made a mess that mere laundry isn’t enough to fix. But I get over it quick enough - the pros outweigh the cons.

It takes me a few minutes to get on all the clothes I need to wear - heavy socks and jeans, layers of sweatshirts to get me home through the bitter cold, and I brace myself to walk through the common area to grab my coat and boots.

Luckily, I’m spared from seeing Genna - who I almost exclusively interact with immediately after getting my balls drained by her roommate. We’re trying to be less awkward, but I’m already running late to meet Vance and I don’t have time for the banter.

Despite the cold, I’m walking on air by the time I get back to the dorm. Love? Ok, awesome. Can I suck my own dick? Probs not but I’m gonna try. Almost winter break! Things are great.

I bound up the stairs up to our room, where Vance sits at his desk waiting for me. He doesn’t look thrilled to see me, but my smile is going to turn him around.

“Hey man, glad you texted me and reminded me, we don’t ever hang out anymore!”

“Ricky, we need to talk about something,” Vance says, somberly, deflating my entire good mood and taking me right back to where I was, mentally, just a few hours ago.

I sit down on my bed, fear on my face, “What happened?” I’m scared, I have no idea what he could have to say but I don’t want to hear it. Is he leaving school? is my first, most devastated thought.

“Ok, it’s not good but it’s... big picture not that bad. No one is hurt, everyone is ok. But I don’t think you’re going to be happy with what I have to tell you.”

“I’m freaking out Vance!”

“I know, I’m sorry, but please try to stay calm about this and we’ll talk. You’re my best friend and I love you. This could be a good thing, even. Maybe. But it definitely isn’t THAT bad.”

“Vance...”

“Ok, you remember Toni?”

"From your class?”

“Yeah, she came to the party where you and Jack jerked off in front of everyone? You remember. Well, we were talking and she mentioned you and we talked some more, and I got the same kind of feeling you’ve been talking about. Like, we know she’s seen your dick, but she was, like, interested. So I asked her about it and it seems like you're not going crazy... There’s video.”

 

[nyc4hung]

Aweseome writing. Seriously the hottest thing I've read on here. I check every day for an update. Do you possibly have the whole story somewhere you could send me?

 

[UROC1991]

Do you possibly have the whole story somewhere you could send me?

Thanks, that's really encouraging to hear! It keeps me going that other people find it as hot as I do.

I have a 140-page-and-growing Google Doc, but I do want to post the whole thing somewhere where it is easier to read as a whole. Nifty? Is that easy to do? I'll look into it.

 

[bas_nl]

Amazing story! It just keeps developing and get even better every time. I applaud you, @UROC1991

 

[nyc4hung]

Thanks, that's really encouraging to hear! It keeps me going that other people find it as hot as I do.

I have a 140-page-and-growing Google Doc, but I do want to post the whole thing somewhere where it is easier to read as a whole. Nifty? Is that easy to do? I'll look into it.

Nifty is great. Let me know when you post it.

 

[bonnie625]

omg, what a chapter <3
I really like the chemnistry between Ricky and Jack with each chapter I like Jack's character more and more.
so curious to see how they deal with the video... how bad is it? how will he cope with it? is it already on the internet? has Will seen it? I see Vance already trying to talk him into making a career out of it xD

also I really like that you don't go that route one tends to go so quick. that every cumshot is bigger than the prior one, every orgasm the best they ever had... that every character has a big dick and so on... makes it more realistic and therefor hotter

 

[nyc4hung]

Can't wait for more. If there's any way to email the whole file to me, I'd love that too