Gay Erotic Stories

“Hi. I’m Rich Logan, and before we set up housekeeping together, I feel I should tell you that I’m gay. If you’ve got a problem with that, I can get myself reassigned.”

“I’m Jason Towne and I feel I should tell you that I’m straight and if you’ve got a problem with that, you need to get yourself reassigned.” With that, I put out my hand. He took it with a wide smile.

“No, ‘Okay, just don’t try anything’ warning?” he asked.

“That’s a given, isn’t it?” I said.

“It is if you say so,” he said. “But you can’t get pissed if I look,” he added. “I can’t live in the same room with somebody like you and not look; or even pretend not to look.”

I shrugged. “Look all you want. Guys like me like to be looked at,” I said.

“I know, just don’t touch,” he said with a moan.

“I didn’t say that,” I said. His eyes lit up. “But just don’t touch,” I said.

“I think we’re going to get along okay,” he said as he set about unpacking his stuff.

“I’ve got the top bunk,” I said.

“Okay.”

The first time I came out of the bathroom, I didn’t think anything about it till I saw the way Rich looked at me. It was a frozen-in-time sort of look; a bold, unwavering stare, like he couldn’t move his eyes. I stood there in the bathroom door for a second then walked over and a pair of briefs.

“Sorry, I won’t do that again,” I said.

“Sorry? For what?”

“That must bug you, seeing me like that.” I pulled on my shorts and stuffed my manhood down inside the pouch. “Does it bother you, seeing me in my shorts?” I asked.

He laughed. “I appreciate your concern about my feelings, but…”

“I’m serious…I don’t want to make this any harder for you than it already is,” I said. He laughed again. “Making it hard for me…now that would be the ultimate dream come true.” I didn’t get it for a minute, then it soaked in; he was talking about my cock getting hard. I think I blushed a little.

Rich never made a pass at me. He looked at me a lot, which I didn’t mind. Like I said, bodybuilders liked to be looked at. I was no different in liking to be admired. It made me feel like he was appreciating all the butt-busting work I’d put in to get that way. Of course, Rich didn’t look at me with simply appreciation, and I knew that, but it didn’t matter. Times I would notice him staring at me, like he was transfixed.

“You’re not looking, you’re staring,” I told him.

“A stare is nothing more than a long, appreciative look,” he said. I don’t know why it bothered me that day, but I stood up and grabbed my cut-offs. I slipped on a T-shirt as well. I wanted to cover my nakedness from him.

“Come on, don’t do that to me,” he moaned as I covered my body from his eyes. “I was hoping you weren’t like other guys.”

“How’s that?”

“You’re big, good-looking and you’ve spent countless hours building up those incredible muscles, then you get pissed if somebody looks at you.”

“I’m not pissed,” I said. “Just…..uncomfortable, I guess.”

He didn’t make a move on me but there were several times when I stood at the bunk beds, adjusting my pillow or something I thought I felt this hot breath on me. I should be ashamed to admit that once or twice, I lingered longer than was necessary to see what he might do…..maybe even hoping……

Christmas is a sentimental time and it makes me sappy if I let it. Not being able to go home made it worse. I felt sorry for Rich, too, because he had brothers and sisters. I felt more terrible when he gave me a Christmas present.

“I bought you something,” he said, handing the box to me.

I took it gingerly. “What? I wasn’t…I…man, I didn’t know we were going to do this. I don’t have anything for you.”

“That doesn’t matter. Open it.”

I tore the wrapping off and lifted the lid. There lay three jockstraps, overlapped, in a bed of tissue paper. “Jockstraps,” I said, surprised. There were five of them carefully over-laid in the long box and took them out one by one. The top one was a red-white-and-blue with an American flag on the label. The next was a deep, blood-red with FDNY and the New York Fire Department emblem on the pouch. The third one was a deep blue with the U.S. Marines emblem on it. The fourth was a tan with blue straps and waistband; it had the number 10 on the pouch. The fifth was like an ordinary jockstrap except that it was a dull gray with a narrower waistband and it looked real old and worn. It even had little tears and pick-holes in it.

“That’s not used,” he said when I picked it up. “It’s made that way.”

I held it up. The pouch even had a certain roundness to it, like it was well-used. “I like it,” I said. “I like all of them. Thanks.”

“Well, I figured they were something you could use,” he said. “Oh, there’s something else under the tissue paper.”

I lifted the corner of the tissue paper to find a short leather strap with silver studs and snaps and two black O-rings, one about two inches across the other one smaller. I picked up them up, I know with a curious look. Rich laughed that I didn’t know what they were.

“That’s a ball strap and those are cock rings.”

“And…?”

“The strap goes under your balls and snaps around the base of your cock. It holds your balls up and out, nice and tight…feels good. The big ring does about the same thing. You’ll like the way they make your balls smack against a girl’s ass when you fuck her. The smaller ring fits around the base of your cock. You’ll have to put it on before you get hard, though.”

“And what does it do?” I asked.

“It lets the blood in but won’t let it back out. It makes your cock feel like a steel rod…not that you need any help there, probably,” he added.

“Sounds like fun, though,” I said. “I didn’t know if you would have the nerve to wear the jockstraps in the gym,” he said.

“Hell yes, I’ll wear them. Thanks again, Rich. I really appreciate this. I’m just sorry I didn’t have anything for you.”

“You’ve got something for me every time you take your shirt off,” he said. “And if you want to give me something, don’t be so modest around the room. I like to watch.”

“Okay,” I said. I could give him that. But it wasn’t enough. I wanted to get him something. But what? It came to me when I was at the campus drug store picking up mouthwash and toothpaste and stuff. Give him what he wanted! Me! It was a no-brainer. Okay, I wasn’t just being charitable. Living with a gay guy for four months did raise your curiosity level and it would be a good way to give Rich a Christmas present and have my curiosity satisfied. I admit I wished more than once that he would try something but I’d scared him off that first day. I walked around to where the Christmas stuff was on sale and bought some wide ribbon and a big red bow. At the cards I searched for a card but couldn’t find one that said what I wanted to say. Finally, I bought a really nice card that just said Merry Christmas inside and decided I would write in it whatever else I wanted to say, although I didn’t know what would be. We were in a state that sold booze to nineteen-year-olds so I went over to the beer and wine and bought a bottle of champagne. I didn’t particularly like champagne and I didn’t know if Rich did, but I thought the occasion called for champagne. On the way back through the store I picked up a package of condoms, the real reason I’d come to the drug store. The condoms weren’t for Rich. I was deep in thought how I would present Rich with his gift and not paying any attention, I found myself in the check out line of a young, pretty babe.

“Shit,” I swore to myself. I usually looked for a male checkout clerk, or an older woman who didn’t give a second look to a guy buying condoms. I was the last one in the line, I could’ve stepped into another line but I didn’t want to look obvious and foolish. Hell, what sane guy steps out of a checkout line with a babe like that at the register?

I laid the pack of condoms on the counter, hoping it might get lost in everything else. I was casually looking at the candy rack and all the other stuff they put at the checkout to try to extract one more buck out of you. There were small packages of mistletoe that they’d forgotten to put on the sale rack and yet another idea that popped in my head. I put a package on the counter. I also picked up a package of little gold Christmas bells. The lady ahead of me picked up her bags and left and the checkout girl began ringing my stuff up. She rang the up the condoms then picked up the mistletoe, but not without obviously noticing that the condoms were large size. I think she did it on purpose, saving the condoms and the mistletoe till last.

“Well, I have to say, I’ve never seen this combination before,” she said with a sly smile. She laughed softly when I must have blushed. “Looks like somebody is expecting some action,” she said with a twinkling smile. “This is a joke, right?” she said with the mistletoe in her hand. “You don’t need mistletoe.”

“There’s this shy girl,” I lied.

“Well, she won’t be shy for long,” she said as she made a show of picking up the condoms to put them in the bag. She hesitated, glanced at the package and added, “I certainly hope she’s not a virgin.”

I couldn’t believe she was being so bold. I didn’t mind; I just didn’t believe it. But there was no one else in her line. I paid her and she took her time counting the change back into my hand and purposely touching her fingers to my hand.

“If the shy girl doesn’t work out…”

“Yeah, I know where to find you,” I finished.

I walked out with a warm, flushed feeling. I was always embarrassed when a girl came on to me like that but I liked it. I added her to my list; at the top. I would definitely call her. I felt a little foolish at what I had just purchased. Gift wrap for myself…for Rich…a card for Rich, condoms, not for Rich, and mistletoe to try to get a guy to kiss my dick. I laughed to myself.

Rich was going out for pizza, and I didn’t know what else, that night with some friends. I waited till well after he’d left before I set my plan in motion. I showered and put on talc and deodorant in all the important places, shaved and splashed on some aftershave, on my body as well as my face. I slipped on my sneakers and socks and tied the Christmas bells on my shoe laces. Then I picked out one of the jockstraps he’d given me. It was hard to choose but I finally chose the Ten. Hell, why not, I was a ten. The red one would have been nice and Christmasy and I really liked the gray one with the little pick holes and tears in it…I liked them all…but I chose the Ten.

I decided to try the big cock ring. I struggled to get my balls shoved through the circle but it felt good once I had it on. Rich was right, it held my balls out and it felt good. I pulled on the jockstrap.

“Damn!” I swore softly when I saw how my manhood stuffed the pouch of the jockstrap. The ring made it look like I had a huge sausage and two baseballs stuff in there. I would save the smaller ring for later.

I wrapped a piece of the wide ribbon around my waist and taped it in back. Then I draped a piece of the ribbon over one shoulder, down my back, and down across my upper body, tucked between my legs and back up over my butt to meet the other end; it was like one of those ribbon banner things that the Miss America contestants wore with their bathing suits. I struggled to get the two ends taped together. Then I attached the mistletoe to the front of my jockstrap.

I wanted to say more than the “Merry Christmas” printed on inside of the card but I didn’t know what, or how to say it. After a moment of thought it came simple; I wrote, “You’ve heard the old saying, What You See Is What You Get… Well…” then the words Merry Christmas followed. It was to the point but it didn’t say it all. There was more I had to drag out of myself. On the blank inside left of the card I wrote more. “Rich, I mean no arrogance or offense by this brazen but feeble attempt to make up for all of the agony I must put you through. I humbly offer myself for your pleasure if that’s what you want.” Jason T.

I read and re-read the card several times. It wasn’t something I should be writing to another guy…I certainly wouldn’t want it to fall into anyone else’s hands…but it was what I wanted to say to Rich and I was sure he would like it. I put the card in the envelope and tucked it inside the waistband of my jockstrap. I got two glasses and set them in the window sill with the bottle of champagne. Then I waited.

I waited and paced. I pried the cork part way out of the bottle so it would be ready to pop when Rich came in. Everything had to be timed just right. I had to get his immediate reaction first…see the expression on his face….before I popped the bottle of champagne. Not that it was all that important; if I offended him, then I was going to be left embarrassed as shit and feeling like a damned fool anyway. But I was sure he wouldn’t be offended.

I was getting nervous. For a fleeting moment I thought I should call it all off. But a part of me felt that I owed Rich something, and another part of me wanted to know what it would be like to be with another guy. I wondered what he would do if he accepted me as my gift to him; tried to imagine what and how he would do it. Suck my cock, I was pretty sure of that, but would he just drop to his knees and pull my jock down and go at it? Geezuss, I hoped he didn’t bring somebody home with him.

I heard footsteps for the umpteenth time and quickly took my stance again; my butt resting back against the window sill, one foot crossed over the other and holding the champagne. My heart leapt in my throat as I heard the doorknob. As the door swung open Rich snatched off his baseball cap to toss it in the chair, as he always did, but his hand froze in mid-air.

“Geezusss!” he swore softly.

“Close the door,” I said. He closed the door and I noticed he locked it. When he turned around I popped the cork from the bottle and champagne bubbled out in a stream and soaked into the rug. Rich just stood there, his mouth dropped, his eyes wide.

“I hope you like champagne,” I said as I poured the two glasses that I held in my one hand full of the bubbly. “Yeah, I…like…champagne… Wow!” he breathed.

I held the glass out to him. Instead of taking it he leaned in for me to let him drink it. I held the glass to his lips for him to sip. It was a strange moment, our eyes locking over the top of the glass. Then he wrapped his hands around mine around the glass and guided it to my lips. I sipped out of the same glass, wondering still about the strange feelings that were going through me. I had never felt so close to another man in my life as I did Rich at that moment.

“Merry Christmas,” I said.

“Yeah…Merry…Christmas.”

We sipped the champagne and looked at each other for a long moment; it would have been an uncomfortable moment had we not had the champagne. My head was buzzing and it wasn’t from the champagne. “Tell me you’re not just messing with my head,” he said. “Actually, I thought it would be the other way around.”

He took the glass away and drank again while he brushed one finger over my lips to wipe off the champagne. When he lowered his glass I did the same. I set my glass down in the window sill. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. I crossed my arms across my chest, making my arm muscles bulge.

“If this is a dream or it’s not what I think it is, tell me now so I can leave,” Rich said. “It would be rude to walk out without opening your Christmas present,” I said.

“My…Christmas…present…”

“I think the card has your name on it,” I said.

Instead of taking the card he put his hands on my biceps. I knew what was going to happen even though the reality of it seemed far off in my head. Rich leaned forward, hesitantly…even cautiously…and when I didn’t recoil…I unfolded my arms and placed my hands on the window sill as he was leaning in. I didn’t recoil or didn’t make the slightest move away, I knew what was happening and even though this had never been part of my curiosity, I wanted it to happen. I closed my eyes…perhaps to block myself from it…then felt his lips brush against mine. His tongue flicked out to lick the champagne from my lips and when I did the same our tongues touched and I felt jolted from the electrical shock that tremored through me. Then he was kissing me. I was being kissed by another man! It took a second for it to register full force but by that time I was kissing him back. It wasn’t just a brotherly kiss; or I was going to see that it wasn’t. I wrapped my arms around him, with my hands moving boldly to his butt. Geezuss, I’d never even thought about touching another guy’s butt before!

I offered no resistance when his tongue gently pried my lips apart and snaked into my mouth. Rather, I met his tongue with my own and one of us let out a moaning little whinny. I think it was me. I lashed my tongue around his, sucking it into my mouth, pulling it as far back to my throat as I could. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted to swallow this cute, muscular little stud! I pulled him tightly against me as our mouths smashed and ground together. I had ever kissed a girl like this; never so passionately. It seemed a long time before we broke apart. I rolled my eyes back in my head and let out a long gasp.

“Geezussss!” “Yeah,” he said. “Where the hell did that come from?”

“Trust me, from out of nowhere,” I said.

“Somehow, I don’t think that was part of my Christmas present,” he said.

“No, it…well, it wasn’t planned, but…well, Merry Christmas anyway,” I said.

Rich’s hands were on me, smoothing over my muscles. “I can assume that the rest of it is my Christmas present.”

“Yeah…it all is,” I said.

He took the card out of my jockstrap. I watched his lips move as he read it…

“You’ve heard the old saying, What You See Is What You Get… Well…” then his eyes shifted to the left side of the card. “I mean no arrogance or offense by this brazen but feeble attempt to make up for all of the agony I must put you through. I humbly offer myself for your pleasure if that’s what you want.”

Jason T.

“No offense taken, Jason T,” he said. “Yeah, I sort of figured that out, I said.

He tied the ribbon from around my waist. It was taped to the other one so he unwrapped me completely, down to my jockstrap which was still festive with mistletoe. “I guess I should have kissed you down here first, where the mistletoe is hanging,” he said.

“I thought maybe you didn’t see it,” I said.

He went to his knees, down on his haunches and clasped his hands around my thighs as he tilted his face in under the clump of mistletoe to kiss the pouch of my jockstrap. “Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned softly. He glanced up at me, his mouth still opened and wrapped around as much of the pouch as he could. “I can feel your hot breath through my jock,” I said.

He kissed my pouch as he had kissed me, with his mouth open and his tongue doing its magic. I reached down and removed the mistletoe and laid it in the window sill. He wrapped his arms around my thighs and my butt and smashed his face into my jockstrap with almost loving desperation.

“Geezuss, you don’t know how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered.

“I figured about four months,” I said.

“If you only knew the agony you’ve put me through all those four months.”

“I’m trying to make up for that,” I said. My jockstrap was soaked with his spit. Rich crooked his fingers under the waistband of my jock and tugged it down. The material stretched and pulled down, exposing my hair, then the root of my cock and it looked like Rich’s eyes were starting to get wet. “My God,” he whispered as he pulled the jock down farther, about half way down my cock. It was the proudest moments of my life unfolding before his eyes; proud that I was hung the way I was, just for him. He pulled the jockstrap nearly to my knees before my rubbery cock swung free. It almost hit him in the face. “Holy Shit,” he swore softly.

“Don’t worry, it’ll get hard, it just takes a little time for all that blood to get pumped down there,” I said. It was a stupid thing to say but I needed to say something.

“Take your time,” he said. He watched with awe as my cock got bigger and thicker and longer, till it was almost menacing, even from my view. “I can’t believe this,” he whispered. “And these… your balls are so big and heavy.”

“They’re full,” I said. “I’m hoping you can do something about that.” There was precum oozing out of the wide piss slit, thick and pearl-like in color. Rich nuzzled in under my cock so kiss my balls then take one in his mouth. The excitement caused precum to gush out into his hair. I squeezed my cock to stop the flow. Rich leaned back, lapping his way up the underside of my cock. I let go of it and the damned-up precum gushed out onto his forehead. He didn’t seem to mind. He dragged his tongue the rest of the way up my cock and lapped the stuff off of my cockhead. It was exciting to watch him do that. I pressed my cock down from its sharp angle so it was sticking straight out at him. I wanted him to suck it. He flicked the slit with the tip of his tongue for more of my precum.

“You like that stuff?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “I’m glad, cause there’s gonna be a lot of it,” I told him.

He formed a big ‘O’ with his mouth and I filled it with my cock. “MMmnnnnnnn,” he moaned.

“Awwwhhhhhh,” I cried softly. Shit, I never felt anything like it in my life! His tongue was so alive dancing all around my cock and I could feel the precum oozing out with such force that it was almost like I was coming. And Rich gobbled it up. I wondered what it tasted like.

“You really like that stuff, don’t you? What’s it taste like?” I asked.

He withdrew his head and squeezed some thick, pearl-juice onto his fingertips. Then he offered it up to me. I instinctively took his wrist but hesitated. I was curious what it tasted like but I wasn’t so sure I wanted to find out. “Go ahead, it’s your own,” he said. “It’s not cum... it’s just ball juice.”

“It tastes different from cum?”

“Yes. Go ahead, try it,” he urged me.

I brought his hand to my mouth and sucked my precum off his fingers. I was startled at the taste of it. It was good, sort of… I had to admit I liked the tangy-sweetness of the stuff. I worked it around in my mouth with some spit then swallowed. It didn’t taste as good going down; it left a strange after-taste in my mouth.

“Want some more?” Rich asked.

“No, you can have it,” I said.

“Good. I hate sharing,” he joked.

He took my cock back in his mouth and began sucking it in earnest. “Awwwhhhhh… OHhhhhh, Fuckkkk!” I swore with my hands on top of his head. He sucked me hard; he sucked me slow and gentle. He sucked me with a reverence, and he sucked me like a hungry wolf. I couldn’t quite grasp how wonderful it felt and I cursed all the time I’d wasted; all those times when I had guys come on to me and I turned them down. All the months that were wasted with me and Rich living right in the same room. My curiosity was running wild. I wondered if Rich did everything I thought gay guys did. I wondered if he would let me fuck him. I couldn’t come out and ask him. I just hoped he would suggest it. But he was hungry for my cock and seemed satisfied with it. It had a lot to offer but I kept looking at his butt in my mind’s eye. Do you do all the stuff that people think gay guys do? Have you ever done the other? Have you ever gone all the way with a guy? Do you fuck? Have you ever been fucked? Can I fuck you? None of it would come. Then I thought of a way--simple and subtle.

“I would like to try the cock ring, see what it feels like,” I said hoarsely.

Rich got off my cock. “Try to let your cock go down a little,” he said as he got the largest black ring.

I willed it to rubbery but it wouldn’t go down much. He slipped the ring down over my cock, to the base then pulled my balls up, one at a time and I winced with pain as he forced them through the ring. “It’s easier if you’re soft,” he said.

“Wow! That does feel good,” I said. The ring held my balls up like two fists. Rich sucked them lovingly. My ruse didn’t work. Rich went back to sucking my cock. But I didn’t give up, “You said this makes my balls smash against a girl’s butt?” I said.

He nodded and backed off of my cock again. “Yeah. Do you want to try it on me?”

I registered shock, as if such a thing had never entered my mind. “Try it on you?...do you mean…f-fuck you? Fuck you in the ass?”

“Yes.”

“You could actually…take me?” I asked.

“You would have to take it easy, but yeah, I’ll take it all,” he said as he started taking off clothes.

“Ohh, Geezuss, if you could do that…!”

He went over his bunk and groped under the edge of the mattress where he retrieved a large tube of lube and another smaller tube. “Do you want to use a condom?” he asked

“Not unless you say I have to,” I said, my eyes glued to his smooth, tanned body being bared for me.

“Not on my account,” he said.

“Good. I hate those things,” I said.

He was nicely built, with tight muscles that danced when he moved. His back was to me when he shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them. Knowing I was going to have it, I almost gasped as I watched his tight, round butt muscles sort of spread open, as if in invitation.

“You’ve got a great butt,” I said.

“Thanks.”

“It’s solid and shaped like a bodybuilder’s butt.”

He had laid the lube and condoms on the table. He uncapped the tube and held it out to squeeze some lube on my fingers. Then he squeezed some on his fingers and applied it between his taut buns. I pulled my cock out of the side of my jockstrap and lubed it up. He dropped the cab and when he bent over, I was moved to close the bare inches that separated us, poking my cock at his butt.

“You’re anxious,” he said.

“Yeah.” I’d never done this and I didn’t know where my audacity was coming from but I found myself urging him to bend over the table. He sprawled across it and spread his legs, his butt turned up to me. I stepped up behind him, following my cock where it was aimed between his buns. Finding his asshole was easy; it was the deepest point between his buns. I nudged my cock against it and he whimpered with anticipation. His asshole was like a loose drum-head; there was give, but it wasn’t giving way for my cock. “Don’t be afraid to push it,” he said. I got hold of his hips and pushed harder, determined to penetrate his hole. He pushed back against my cock and we worked together but I didn’t believe it would go in. I couldn’t imagine his asshole stretching that far, to accommodate my cock that was thick as my wrist.

“I don’t think this going to work. I don’t think it’s going to go in,” I said.

“Put some of the power of that bodybuilder’s butt behind it.”

I tried again, pulling on hips. The force stretched his drum-head but his asshole held fast. “If it does go in, I’m gonna tear your ass apart,” I said. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Let’s go over on my bunk,” he said. I followed him and my cock to his bunk where he turned and knelt down to pull my jockstrap down so I could step out of it. I was surprised when he held it up to his face and breathed in the aroma, and then he put it around his neck. At his urging I stretched out on his bunk bed with my legs splayed out, my feet extended over the edge. He crawled between them, hunkered over me under the upper bunk to suck my cock. The ring pushed my balls up and out, making them look huge. He wrapped one hand around them, tugging and twisting them gently. Every moment or two he would lean down and suck them both into his mouth.

“Ohhh, Godddd! Awww, man, that feels so good!” I moaned. Are we going to do it like this, with me on the bottom?” I asked.

“To start with, if it’s okay,” he said. “I’ve got more control, riding down on you. Once I get used to it, you can fuck me any way you want.”

Rich crouched beneath the upper bunk, astraddle me, and lowered himself down to my cock. When the head of my cock was nestled against his hole he let some of his weight down. He squirmed around and worked his ass up and down on my cock and I could feel his drumhead stretch and give. Then with a quick intake of breath, he let his weight down harder. My cock slipped through his tight hole and was suddenly engulfed in the heat of his ass. Rich paused, his eyes closed tightly in a painful wince. I felt terrible that I was hurting him so, but he was the one who had asked if I wanted to fuck him, and he was in control. I could feel his ass muscles clenching tightly around the rim of my cock. It felt like it was trying to pull it up inside.

“We don’t have to do this,” I said in a hoarse whisper but I was praying that we would.

Rich nodded. “Yeah, we do,” he said breathlessly. “I’ve dreamed of this since I first laid eyes on you, I’m not walking out of that dream.”

“Well, we could do it…a little at a time, maybe,” I said.

Rich laughed softly. “With a cock this size, there is no little at a time. You either take it or you don’t. I’m taking it.” With that he began to lower himself onto my cock. Lower, and lower, inch by inch, and I gaped in disbelief as my cock slowly disappeared into his ass. More than half way in there was an obstacle but Rich twisted and maneuvered around it and kept riding down on my cock. He bounced up and down a couple of times then sat all the way down on it.

“AAawwhhhhhhhhhh,” I moaned softly.

“Fuck! You’re big!” he gasped.

“If I’m too big…”

“No,” he cut in. “There’s no such thing as a cock being too big; there are only those wimps who can’t handle it.”

“Well, you’re not a wimp, that’s for sure,” I said.

After a moment he eased up on my cock, till only the head was inside him. Then he shoved back down, smashing his butt against my abs. “Ohhhhhh,” I moaned. “Yeah…fuckin’ big time…OOhhhhhhh,” he said. He rode up again then back down, then again, till he was fucking my cock with a steady, gentle pace. “Oh, God, this is good,” he whispered, his head tossed back. “Fuck, I never had such a big cock before. I hope my ass feels okay for you.”

“Are you kidding? Fuck, I never felt anything like it.” Then I asked, because he was already driving me so close, “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes. I want to feel it.”

“Oh, you’re gonna feel it,” I assured him. “I don’t usually go off so fast but you’re building up a hellacious explosion; I can feel it.”

“Don’t hold it back,” he said. “We can stretch it out next time.”

“Ah, good, there’s gonna be a next time,” I joked.

As bad as I wanted to shoot, Rich held me off. He seemed to know just when to pause or he would ride me real slow, or he would raise up off of my cock so it popped free of his ass then wait a minute and ride it back down. He was driving me crazy. I was wanting to cum so bad, yet I wanted it to last and I was glad he was doing that.

“You’re driving me fuckin’ crazy, you know that?” I said, my voice wavering.

He smiled and rode my cock. “Do you wanta be in control?” he asked as he rose up.

“Naw, I didn’t mean…” But he was stepping off the bunk and it was the first I really noticed his cock, standing straight out, bucking and throbbing. He was big, too. Not as big as me, but I would hate to try to take it in my ass. “Come on, I’ll get on the bottom,” he said.

I scrambled off the bunk and he took my place. I figured he would stretch out on his stomach and turn his butt up for me but he surprised me by lying on his back with his knees cocked up. He was going to let me fuck him like a girl. I ducked under the upper bunk and got between his knees and he lifted his legs up and hooked his toes in the slats of the top bunk.

I aimed and plugged his ass as easily as I would a girl. I sank in to the hilt and he squirmed against me, sort of tossing his butt around like he was in a sling. I was on top but he was still fucking me, till I took over. I leaned over him and put the pressure of my weight on him and the power of my butt and thighs behind my thrusts and I was fucking him. He uncurled his toes from the slats of the upper bunk and laid his legs over my shoulders and submitted to my hard thrusts.

“Ohhh… Ohhhhh… Ohhh, yeah… Ohhhh, God, you know how to fuck!”

“Every guy knows how to fuck. It’s a natural talent,” I said as I plowed into him.

“Not…like…this!” he gasped. I was fucking him so hard the bunk bed was scooting out from the wall. He was squeezing my muscles and running his hands all over me. “Damn, you’re solid,” he whispered.

“You like that? You like those muscles?”

“Yessss.”

I liked his hands on my muscles, too. I liked the adoration. As things progressed, I found that I couldn’t simply work up my climax for my own pleasure. I had worked hard to increase my stamina and holding power, till I was somewhat of a legend among those on campus who knew me well. Girls I dated knew they were in for the long haul if I got going. It was no different with Rich. I wanted to make it as good for him as he was for me.

“Listen, if you get tired or sore, let me know; I can stop,” I said.

“Not on your life,” he said.

“But I can fuck for hours,” I said.

“I thought you were getting close,” he said.

“I was. I am. I wanta cum so bad, but I want keep going.”

“Okay,” he said.

We were into it; into each other; enjoying each others bodies almost to the point that we were making love. “Merry fuckin’ Christmas,” I said, laughing, as I fucked him. He smiled, his eyes fluttering, and took my cock, his tight, hot asshole sucking it up into his insides. After awhile he wanted me on the bottom again. This time it was easy. I stretched out and folded my arms over my head, closed my eyes and let him ride my cock.

Suddenly, the door opened. “OH!...SHIT! Sorry!” And just as quickly it closed. I craned my neck to see who it was but the person was already exiting and pulling the door behind him.

“Shit, I thought I locked the door!” Rich moaned.

“Who was it? Did you get a look?” I asked. I was surprised how calm I was. I thought I should have been panicked, but nothing mattered right then except Rich’s warm, tight ass squeezing my cock.

“Jim Cooke,” he said.

“Oh, Shit! I work out with him!”

“Well, you’re going to have something to talk about next time you work out,” Rich said as he climbed off and went to lock the door. “Maybe he didn’t really see us,” he said.

“He saw us. Didn’t you hear him?”

“Geezuss--how could I be so stupid!” Rich said.

“I’ll bet he’s spreading it around right now,” I said.

“We are two consenting adults; we’re not doing anything illegal,” Rich said.

“That’s going to go a long way protecting my reputation, and yours,” I said. I could feel my cock going down and saw the disappointment on Rich’s face.

“Are you, uh…we’re not going to go on?” he asked awkwardly.

“I can’t,” I said, shaking my head wearily as I got up from the bunk. I paced the room nervously, peering out the window, looking for who the hell knew. Then I turned off the lamp and started to climb up into my own bunk. Rich put his hand on my thigh to stop me.

“Could we just sleep together, then?” he asked.

I hesitated then ducked under my bunk and crawled into his bunk beside him. “This is going to be crowded,” I said.

“That’s the point,” he said.

I was surprised how comfortable I was putting my arm out for him to lie on, and holding him close. I was also surprised how good his solid muscles felt against my own. I let the waves of the good feelings flow over me and felt my cock reversing course. Pretty quick, I was tenting the sheet.

“Rich?”

“Yeah?”

“I was supposed to be your Christmas present, till that guy barged in and ruined it. I…I wanta fuck you again, finish giving you your present, if you still want your present,” I said.

“Yes…I still want it,” he said.

I mounted him again, but it wasn’t the same as before. It was pure, raw sex now. I knew I was giving Rich a lot of pleasure but it was more about me getting my rocks off. “Do you want me to cum in you?” I asked as I pumped us to a climax.

“Yes, but I want to see you shoot,” he said. “You can cum in me next time.”

I fucked him a couple more minutes, till I felt the heat building up in my loins, then I pulled out and jacked it the rest of the way. Rich leaned his head up watch and I wanted to tell him he’d better duck but I kept jacking off. I gave a choked gasp as my hips suddenly lurched out of control and then I exploded. “Shit!” Rich swore gleefully when the first salvo splattered on his face. Another sailed up over his head and the third hit him in the face. I lost count how many more landed on his chest and shoulders and his belly before my cock was oozing cum into his pubes and on his balls.

“Damn, I never seen anybody cum like that!”

“I should have warned you,” I said. “No, it was a wonderful surprise,” he said.

I got one of our T-shirts for him to wipe his face off then lay back down beside him. I was spent and satisfied and I would have preferred climbing up in my own bunk but I figured I owed him more on his Christmas present.

I was a little gun-shy about going to work out. I would…I had to…but I was dreading walking into the gym. Rich wasn’t worried about it but then I didn’t figure he had the same reputation I had. He was gay and I think most people who knew him, knew it, so it wasn’t such a big deal for him to get fucked or have sex with another guy. I wasn’t gay; it wasn’t the same. In the end I sucked it up, grabbed my gym bag and went. I breathed a big sigh of relief when I saw that Jim wasn’t there, but I was on edge all through my workout, fearful that he would walk in. He didn’t.

My worry didn’t hinder my hormones and I was living in the same room with a guy who made those hormones boil and rage through me. I likened it to living with a beautiful girl, except that it was better. There were no pretenses with Rich. He wanted sex as much as I did--any time I wanted and any way I wanted to give it to him. And he was cute and well built, which didn’t hurt. It was like fucking one of my own; one of the guys at the gym. I couldn’t explain why, but that made it more okay. It would be hard to say who was the more insatiable. I was having more sex with him in one night than I normally had in a month. It came as natural as eating. A few days later the inevitable happened. I encountered Jim Cooke. He sauntered over to me with a big grin on his face. “When were you going to tell me?” he asked, as he dropped his gym bag.

“I didn’t think there was any reason for you or anybody else to know,” I said.

“Well, it was pretty dumb, leaving the door unlocked,” he said.

“Look, Jim…I don’t know what you’re thinking but…”

“Hey, I’m not thinking anything now that I wasn’t thinking before. Or at least wondering about,” he said.

“What do you mean?”

“Hey, you’re living with a gay guy. It’s the natural progression of things.”

“Not really, that was the first time it happened,” I said.

“Well, it progressed to a first time,” he said. “I’ll bet it wasn’t the last.”

“No. No, it wasn’t.”

“So you’re getting regular now.”

“As one guy to another, I’m asking you not to tell anybody, if you haven’t already,” I said in a kindly, begging tone. “Those guys have a rough enough time on campus without spreading shit like that around.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet Rich is having a real rough time of it, spreading his buns for that horse cock of yours. That’s gotta be real rough riding.” He sat down on the next bench to take off his shoes and socks. “Tell you what. My mouth is sealed if he opens his ass up for me.”

“I don’t know if he will,” I said.

“Hey, I’m not hung as well as you, but they love guys with muscles, and I’ve got plenty of that.”

“I’ll ask him.”

“Try to convey that he doesn’t have much choice,” he said.

“I think he’ll figure that out,” I said.

“You don’t want me to say anything…it sounds like you’re more concerned about him than yourself,” Jim said.

“I don’t have anything to be concerned about,” I said bravely. “I’m not the one getting fucked. Are you going to be concerned if he lets you fuck him? Are you going to go around telling everybody that you fucked him?”

“No, not as long as I get to keep on fucking him.”

I rose up, swung my legs over and sat facing him. “Don’t blackmail him,” I said sternly. “I’ll talk to him and I’m sure he’ll go along with it. Maybe it’ll become a regular thing and maybe it won’t. But don’t try to blackmail him into being your sex slave.” My tone had turned from stern to warning.

“Sounds like you’re threatening me,” he said.

“I am.”

He laughed and shrugged. “Hey, I don’t wanta be where I’m not wanted,” he said. “Just set it up and let Rich decide for himself.”

“Fair enough.”

I didn’t do it right away. I didn’t know why I was putting it off. I think part of me wanted Rich to myself. I was the one rooming with him, when most guys would have requested to be moved to protect their reputations and their fragile manhood. I sometimes woke up with Rich standing at my bunk bed sucking my cock. I invited him up to my bunk to ride my cock. Some days we didn’t even get dressed. We ran around naked, frolicking like two boys, in and out of the shower to clean up between sessions, and then we would fuck again. I wasn’t keeping track, but Rich was marking it on the calendar. I was fucking him four and six times a day! That didn’t count the times he sucked me off.

I still was in no rush to ask him about Jim Cooke. Then one day I opened our door to find Jim standing. I was surprised he’d come calling. Jim Cooke was on a football scholarship, and the jocks didn’t hang out with ordinary people, yet here he was in my dorm, standing at my door.

“Hey, Towne,” he said.

“Hello, Cooke,” I said.

“Can I come in?” I stepped back and let him in but left the door open. He closed it. “Where’s your room mate?” he asked.

“Rich is down doing his laundry,” I replied. “Will he be gone long?”

“It’s in the building. He usually puts it in the washer or dryer then comes back up,” I said. “What’re you doing, slumming?”

“Did you talk to him yet?”

“No, the time’s never been right,” I said.

“What’s to be right? Just come out and ask him.”

“Look, I don’t know if he would be interested…”

“Get real,” Cooke said as he peeled off his T-shirt. His upper body seemed to explode out of his jeans as his thick, wide pecs settled on his rib cage. He had shoulders that would fill the door and abs that you could scrub your clothes on, that went all the way down below his navel. “Tell me he wouldn’t be interested in this…not to mention what I haven’t even showed you yet.” Then he smiled a leering grin. “But hey, maybe I was mistaken. Maybe it wasn’t you on top. That’s a cute, tight ass you’re sporting.”

“What, there aren’t any cute, tight asses in the frat house?” I said.

“It’s full of cute, tight asses…we’re a bunch of jocks…but none that are willing.”

“Crap. You guys grab each other’s butts all the time, in front of thousands of fans, on national television,” I said.

“It’s not the same. That’s just football.”

“That don’t keep people from wondering,” I said. “You know, I could’ve sworn it was you on the bottom,” Jim said with a thin, evil grin.

“You would be wrong,” I said.

“Ever think about it? Ever think you’d like to try it?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“Bullshit! You’re telling me when you’re fucking his tight, cute ass; you’re not wondering what makes him moan and groan?”

“Can I ask you something? What were you doing over here in our dorm that night anyway?” “Looking for some of what I figured you were getting,” Cooke said. “I heard there was a guy over here who liked to do jocks.”

I was nervous about Rich coming back and finding Jim there. I wanted to talk to him first, to see how he felt about it. If he didn’t want to get involved with Cooke, then I was going to see that he didn’t. Jim was a big football jock, but I didn’t figure he would want to mess with me. Cooke was getting impatient.

“I’ll go get him,” I said.

I walked down the hall toward the stairs. Rich was on the landing, coming upstairs. I must have looked worried or something. “Something wrong?” Rich asked.

I went down to meet him on the landing. “Jim Cooke is in our room.”

“What does he want?”

“Guess! I was supposed to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“He…he wants to…hell, you know. I was supposed to see if you’d be interested. Now he’s here.” He didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you interested?” I asked.

“Would it upset you if I were?” he asked.

“No. No--of course not. I just want to know if you want me there. Cooke can be an ass sometimes.”

“I would like that,” he said. “You want to do a threesome?” I asked.

“Do you?’

“I will, if you want to,” I agreed.

“This is the wildest fantasy I’ve ever had…I’ve always wanted to try getting fucked by two guys at the same time.”

I shook my head. “I don’t know what Cooke’s got, but you know what I’ve got. How much more do you think you can you handle?”

“That’s what I want to find out.”

“Okay, but if he tries anything you don’t want to do, just tell him. I’ll see that it doesn’t happen,” I said.

“Will he listen?”

“He’ll listen,” I assured him.

We went upstairs and down the hall together. Rich stopped at the door and looked at our visitor. He more than looked, he gaped. I wasn’t sure he knew who it was; he didn’t follow sports much.

“Jim Cooke,” he said quietly.

“Yeah. How’s it going?” Jim said, putting out his hand.

“O…Okay.”

The way Rich was looking at him, taking in his massively muscled upper body, there was no doubt that he was very he was interested. I didn’t mind; what the hell was it to me? Rich and I weren’t lovers or anything. Except that it pissed me off that Jim Cooke could walk into a room and command the kind of attention he was getting from Rich. I shouldn’t complain; I grabbed my share of attention walking into a room, or the gym, or a restaurant, but being a jock added a mystique to it. I closed the door and locked it.

“What’s up?” Rich asked him. “I guess that depends on you…or him…did you talk to him?” he asked me.

“Yeah, he’s okay with it,” I said.

Rich’s eyes fairly raked over Cooke’s muscles. “I, uh…I was just going to have a beer while my clothes are drying,” he said. “Do you guys want one?” he asked Jim and me.

A beer! It was ten-thirty in the morning! “Sure, I’ll have one,” Jim said.

I declined. “Too fuckin’ early for me.”

“So, uh…I, uh…I’m not sure who was doing who the other night when I barged in; the lights were sort of dim,” Jim said.

He didn’t know?! Rich and I looked at each other. I waited for him to tell Jim that I was fucking him, not the other way around. I wondered why he was hesitating. I didn’t want Jim Cooke thinking that I was getting fucked in the ass! But Rich would have to be the one to tell him that I was fucking him. I wasn’t going to say it.

“I was the one on the bottom,” Rich said.

Jim nodded with a knowing grin. “You ever get on top?” he asked.

“Yes, but not like you’re thinking,” Rich replied.

Then Jim looked at me. “You ever get on the bottom?”

“Not like you’re thinking,” I said sternly.

“Shame.”

“Yeah,” I said.

Jim looked at us with a smile, setting his beer down. “If I’m not interrupting anything but the laundry, does anybody mind if I get comfortable? Why don’t we all get comfortable?”

Rich started taking off his clothes so I did, too. Jim had a more rugged build than me, with a little hair on his chest and belly. He was more athletic, while I was smooth. Poor Rich didn’t know who to look at first. He was practically drooling.

“So, you wanta be fucked?” Jim asked Rich as he pulled on his cock. “Yes,” Rich said in a hushed tone.

“Well, since you’ve been getting it from your roommate, I’ll go first,” Jim said, “besides I don’t want to have to follow that big monster--you wouldn’t even feel mine.” Rich lay on his bunk and when Jim got on with him, he raised his legs up and hooked his toes in the wooden slats of my bunk. I stood back and watched while Jim mounted him. He wasn’t as gentle as I was, but then I guess he didn’t have to be. I had him beat in the cock department, by quite a lot. He knew how to move, though. He’d obviously had a lot of experience and practice. Real quickly, he had Rich moaning and yelling and thrashing around like he was in heat. Sweat was breaking out on Jim’s face and running down from his armpits.

“Goddam! You’re good,” he gasped. “Fuck, I don’t remember many women being this good. How is it? Am I doing okay?’ he asked.

“You’re…d-doing…great,” Rich gasped between thrusts. He fucked him for awhile longer than paused. “How about we roll over and put you on top?” Jim suggested.

That’s where I wanted him, too; I remembered what Rich had said about wanting two cocks at the same time. They changed positions with Jim stretched out on his back with his arms up over his head and Rich mounted him. He rode his big cock like he was on a bucking bronc. Rich being in control was driving Jim nuts. I had to admit it was exciting as hell to watch but I wanted in on the action. I wanted to see if Rich could actually take us both. I climbed on the bunk behind him. He glanced over his shoulder with a slack smile and bent over Jim’s torso, tilting his butt up for me.

“What the hell…? What’re you gonna do?”

“I’m getting tired of waiting,” I said as I positioned my cock between Rich’s butt along the top of Jim’s cock.

“Aww, your cock is hot,” Jim said. I pushed and maneuvered and shoved and had a hell of a time but Rich’s ass finally, suddenly gave way and the head of my cock slipped inside. “AWWWhhhhhhhh!” he cried out.

I didn’t ask him if it was too much. Of course it was. But it’s what he wanted. I shoved my cock in him slowly, sliding it along Jim’s hot cock.

“Aww, shit, that feels weird, your cock sliding against mine,” Jim said. I shoved in as far as I could go, quite a bit deeper than Jim. Then I started moving. I could feel the head of my cock sliding back and forth on the underside of Jim’s cock. He could feel it too; I could tell by the way his cock throbbed harder. Rich was quiet.

“Shit! This is what I call an ass!” Jim said. “Aww, yeah…fuck him… I wanta feel that big horse cock sliding against mine!”

I leaned down over Rich’s back. “This what you wanted? Is it feeling okay?”

“Ohhh, Yessssss! Awww…fuck me…fuck me, you big studs!”

We fucked him together, simultaneously. We fucked him both at the same time. Then one of us would lie still while the other fucked him. It was hard to tell which Rich liked best. I couldn’t believe the way his asshole was stretched so to accommodate the girth of both of our cocks. I wondered if his asshole would close back up.

Suddenly, as I was pumping inward, sliding my cockhead back and forth against Jim’s, he went off. I felt the stuff gushing out, bathing the head of my cock. It felt wonderful. But Jim was one of those guys who went down pretty quick. I kept fucking Rich till Jim’s cock slipped out of his ass, and then kept right on fucking him for about another twenty minutes. I wished Jim’s cock would’ve been inside him when I shot off. We had to help Rich off the bunk and our cum ran out of his gaping asshole and down his legs. Crudely, Jim laughed. I go him a towel and helped him into the bathroom to shower.

“How was it?” I asked him.

“My God… Incredible!”

“Don’t tell him that, he’ll be over here every night,” I said.

“Would that be so bad?” Rich said.

I was right. Jim was back the next night. We double fucked Rich again only this time I shot off with Jim’s cock still inside him.

“Motherfuck, it felt like you turned on a hose in there,” Jim said.

Jim was back the next night, and the night after that. As good as the sex was, I was getting tired of having him around. Admittedly, there was a part of me that wanted Rich to myself. Soon it became evident that Jim was doing exactly what I told him not to do. He was turning Rich into his slave. Times I wasn’t there I would come home and find Jim fucking him. I didn’t like it but as long as Rich did, there wasn’t anything I could or was going to say about it. I didn’t realize how bad it was till Rich dropped a bombshell one night.

I had walked in on them...they were very careless about leaving the door unlocked…and there was Rich on his hands and knees on the bunk with Jim pounding him unmercifully and he was leaning over the end of the bunk with another pumping his cock in and out of his mouth. There were four other guys standing around, naked, obviously waiting their turn. Two of them I recognized from our dorm; I found out later they all were. They hadn’t even bothered wearing any clothes to the room.

“What the hell’s going on?” I asked.

“Hey, you’re just I time,” one of them said.

“In time for what, a gang-bang?” I was pissed that they’d left the door unlocked even after six guys had found their way in. Lord only knew how many more might come in. Our room was being used as a sex parlor.

“Hell, he asked for it. He left the door cracked open. You could her him down the hallway,” one of them said.

I looked at Rich. There was little doubt that he was enjoying what they were doing to him but I saw a helpless pleading in his eyes. His body was enjoying it; he was being forced. “Okay, out,” I said, waving them to the door.

“Fuck, no, not till I’ve had a crack at that tight little ass.”

I glared at him. “I said, out. This is my room.”

“Oh…okay.” The four guys filed out and I closed the door. I went over and tapped the guy on the shoulder who was getting his cock sucked.

“Party’s over,” I said.

“The fuck it is,” he said as he continued to pump his cock in and out of Rich’s mouth. I pulled him by the shoulder and whirled him around. His cock burst out of Rich’s mouth with a loud, wet suctioning sound.

“I said the fuckin’ party’s over!” He didn’t argue with me. I escorted him to the door and turned back to Rich and Jim on the bunk. “I’m…cummming, man…just let me…finish,” Jim gasped as he slammed his cock in and out of Rich’s ass.

I let him finish. I think Rich wanted him to. When he was done he was casual about putting on his clothes. I sat on the edge of the bunk where Rich lay on his stomach, facing the wall. I thought he was sobbing. I kept my glare on Jim Cooke the whole time he was getting dressed. “Jim,” I said when he was at the door. He looked over his shoulder. “Don’t come back.”

He smiled a crooked, evil smile. “Better ask him about that,” he said.

When the door was closed I put my hand on Rich’s butt. “Hey, buddy, are you okay?”

“I’m leaving school, Jason,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m leaving, transferring out.” He rolled over on his back. “I can’t live like this, being someone’s sex slave. I know it looked like I was enjoying it; I couldn’t help it once they get started, I can’t help it.”

“Why don’t you just tell him not to come back? Or I will.”

“I have. It doesn’t do any good. And I don’t want to drag you into it.”

“Go to the dean, then.” “Oh, yeah, right,” he scoffed. “You want me to sit down with the dean and complain that I’m turning my butt up for one of the jocks? He would laugh me out of the office.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I can’t. I…they’re blackmailing me.”

“Blackmail?”

“Yes. They…he, Jim…they took pictures. He brought another guy with him, one of the football players, and they took turns while the other one took pictures.”

“So--they’re in the pictures, too. They can’t use them,” I said.

“Their faces don’t show. Mine does.”

“I can stop it,” I said.

“It’s too late. He’s already brought three guys from his fraternity house in on it--and a bunch of guys from right here in the dorm. He makes me leave the door open a crack so they can just wander in. He said if I don’t do what he wants he’ll post the pictures in every frat house and in ever dorm on campus. Listen, don’t tell Cooke I’m leaving,” he said, “I just want to be gone one day.”

“Where are you transferring to?” I asked.

“I can’t say. I don’t want this to follow me.”

“You’re not going to tell me?” I said in disbelief. “If I don’t tell you, you can’t slip,” he said.

“No. You can’t just take off and not tell me where you’re going,” I said. “You know I won’t say anything!”

“You might slip. He’s been getting cruel and mean--even threatening.”

“What kind of threats?”

“They’re veiled threats,” he said.

“What kind of threats?” I asked again.

“He said he would show up with the entire football team and invite the entire dorm in and they would fuck me a new asshole. Don’t worry, I’ll get in touch after awhile,” he said.

“Look, if you need me...for anything…pick up the phone. I’ll be there.”

“You don’t even know where I’m going,” he said.

“I’ll be there!” I told him again.

Cooke showed up for his usual and expected round of sex. I let him in but didn’t invite him to sit down. I wanted him inside to tell him what I had to say but I didn’t want to make him feel comfortable.

“Where’s Rich?” he asked, looking around. “I don’t hear the shower running. Is he down doing laundry?”

“No. He’s not here.”

“When will he be back?”

“He won’t. He transferred,” I said.

“Damn! Fuck! Where’d he transfer to?”

“I don’t know.”

“You lie. You just don’t want to tell me. I’ll bet he hasn’t transferred at all. He’s just moved to another place. What, you guys have got your own, private little love nest?” “He transferred to another school,” I said.

“And didn’t tell you where?”

“No, he wouldn’t tell me. He was afraid I might slip and you would find out.”

“Well, fuck…he was the best piece of ass I had going,” he said.

“He might still be if you weren’t such a prick and asshole,” I said.

He sort of reared back; surprised that anyone would talk to him like that. “You’re telling me he left school because of me?”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m telling you. You did just what I told you not to do. You ruined it, Cooke. He would’ve given you all the ass you wanted, but it wasn’t enough just to fuck him. You wanted to turn him into a slut and a whore!”

“And you didn’t?”

“I treated him like a human being. I didn’t blackmail him. I didn’t have to.”

Cooke looked at me with a knowing, leering grin. “How about you, Towne? You interested in seeing what it’s like to be fucked by a jock?”

I laughed with a smirk. “You jocks think you invented sex. You think you’re the only ones carrying a cock around between your legs. I’ve got news for you, and the proof is right here,” I said, grabbing my crotch lewdly. “If you want it, stick around. If not, you might as well leave.”

I was confused at his hesitation. Cooke was unpredictable. He could explode at the slightest irritation and I didn’t know how irritated he was that he’d had his best piece of ass walk out on him. I was surprised, and still confused, when he walked over and checked to see that the door was locked. He turned away from the door with an even wider, knowing smile. I still didn’t know what he was thinking or what he might do. I was thinking he might try to beat the crap out of me. He couldn’t, but it would be a serious fight.

He peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, exposing his massive chest and wash-board abs. I began to get a little worried. If he thought he was going to fuck me, make me his ass slave, he was very mistaken. He would be tough to ward off but I could handle him. Being a jock doesn’t necessarily make you the strongest guy on the block. I braced myself for anything. He undid his jeans and shoved them down.

“What’re you doing?” I asked. “Don’t think I’m your replacement for Rich.”

“You extended an invitation,” he said. “You said if I want it, stick around. Well, I’m sticking around,” he said. I was stunned and it must have showed on my face. Jim laughed, causing his rippling abs to dance.

“I’ve been wanting to do this since the first day I saw you in the gym. More correctly, when I saw you in the showers, and got a look at that big horse cock you’re carrying around. I’ve seen a lot of naked guys but nobody’s hung like you are. I know there are guys who want the same thing I do. Hell, I can’t be the only one, right? Take Jeb Harrison, the center. I reach way in for the ball and punch his jock and he still don’t take the hint. That’s the worst part about living in a house with a bunch of jocks. Everybody’s afraid to say anything, or take it to the next level. Everybody’s horsing around and playing grab-ass and being so macho to prove it don’t mean anything. Sometimes you want to yell out to one of your teammates, “Hey, stupid, you’ve got my ass in your hand, do something with it!”

I was struck dumb over his tangent. He was talking like he was on something. Geezuss, was he wanting me to fuck him?! I was too stunned to believe that, but Jim was peeling down his shorts and kicking them off. He straightened and looked around the room as if he were taking an inventory of the contents.

“How about we start on the table, then over the back of the chair, move to the floor, then eventually get to the bed--both beds, top and bottom. I wanta get fucked all over the place, in every position you know.”

I was still speechless. “What’s the matter, you’re not man enough to take on a football jock?”

“Oh, I’m man enough,” I assured him as I peeled off my shirt, suddenly coming to my senses. Jim’s eyes raked over my naked upper body. He had a look of lust in his eyes. A different kind of lust than I’d seen him display with Rich. He was putting the shoe on the other foot. I pulled off my jeans and stood in my briefs and my socks. “You wanta take these off for me?” I asked.

“No. I don’t give head. I just wanta get fucked,” he said. “I didn’t ask you if you give head,” I said. “But I can’t fuck you through my shorts.”

“Okay, I’ll take them off of you,” he said.

I suddenly realized that I was in charge. This big stud football player was mine to control. Big Jim wanted it so bad he was willing to take orders. “You got any poppers?” he asked.

“Rich left a bottle. I don’t use ‘em,” I said. I got the bottle that Rich had left in the desk drawer and gave it to Jim.

“You got lube?” he asked.

“Yeah. Do you want me to use a condom?” I asked as I got the lube out of the drawer.

“No. I wanta feel that big hunk of meat sliding in raw.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, as if he’d changed his mind. “Well, only thing standing between my big hunk of meat and your hungry ass is these,” I said, smacking the waistband of my shorts against my belly. “You’re going to have to do something about that.” It was a challenge that would secure my power over him. Jim moved over and slid his thumbs inside the waist band and pulled them down off my hips. They caught on my cock and he had to go down on one knee and pull them half way down my thighs before my cock was freed. It sprung up and hit him in the face. “Fuck, man, you could put an eye out with that thing,” he said. Again, there was a hesitation and I thought for a second he might go down on me, but he didn’t. He didn’t touch my cock. He stood up and walked over to the table and bent over it, the bottle of poppers in his hand.