Chapter 3 – A new butt
After our first time in the shower, Stephen began to ask to be fucked, which was fine with me. Stephen's ass was a perfect bubble shape, smooth, perfect skin, and incredibly tight. At least three nights a week, Stephen would be on his knees, taking my cock up his butt. I usually pulled out, cumming on his beautiful ass, but sometimes I would shoot my load deep inside him. We both still enjoyed sucking and jerking each other off too, that was almost a nightly event, at least until mid November.
As the school year progressed, we had less and less time to play. I had a very tough lab, with a new lab partner, Tim, which took most of my off time. Tim had tried out for the swim team and didn't make it. He was very short, only about five two and very thin, probably less than 110 pounds. He had short black hair, deep green eyes and a perfect complexion, and was actually very nice looking. We were quickly becoming good friends, which caused him to hang out at my dorm room daily. This was of course interfering with the sex that I had been having.
Tim was in the jock dorm, and had a football player as a roommate. Pete was a nice guy, but kind of dumb. Tim said that they got along fine, but they didn't appear to whenever I saw them together. Of course, Pete was four times the size of Tim.
One late Friday night, Tim was at my dorm and we were studying. Stephen had gone home for the weekend for his sister's birthday party. As it was getting very late, and I had a private jerk off session planned for when Tim left, I mentioned the time and suggested that we stop for the night.
In a disappointed tone, Tim replied, "Oh, yea, I guess it is late. I just thought since we neither one had anything to do, I could hang out here."
I smiled and replied, "What makes you think I don't have anything to do? Man I was planning on having hot, wild, sex with myself!" Laughing as I finished up, wishing I hadn't said it.
"Oh, I see, well, go ahead, I don't mind," he replied, turning the deepest shade of red I have ever seen on a person.
Immediately, my cock started to grow. Was he kidding? Did he want to mess around? Did he want to just watch me jerk off? I didn't know how to respond, so I made the most smart ass comment I could, "Well, I would, but as soon as you saw the size of my cock, you want to turn gay just to get your mouth around it." Again, laughing at the end of the comment.
He blushed even darker and replied, "Who says I'd have to turn?"
He caught me completely off guard. I never dreamed he might be gay or bi or anything like that. I glanced down at his crotch and could tell that his sweat pants were starting to rise slightly. Then I realized so had mine! I had to respond quickly, "You know, if you keep saying things like that you'll have to get naked right here in front of me and prove it!" Grinning and laughing again.
"Is that a dare?" He asked a smile on his own lips.
Thinking that now was my chance, I said, "Yea, I dare you to strip naked right here, right now."
He blushed again, but stood up slowly, pulling his sweat shirt over his head. His chest was completely hairless, with a nicely defined chest and a taught stomach. He then undid the drawstring on his sweat bottoms, pulling them away from his waist and gently slid them down his thin legs and off of his sock covered feet. He stood back up, smiled and hooked his fingers in the waistband of his boxer shorts and slid them down and off too.
As he slid the boxers off, I noticed that his legs were hairless too, smooth and almost silky looking. As he stood back up, I got a great view of his shaved cock and balls. His balls were tight and small, pulled up snuggly under his cock, which was not more than five inches long and about as big around as a thick cigar. His cock was hard and sticking straight up against his flat tummy.
Neither of us said anything for a minute or so, and then I noticed that he was still blushing, but didn't seem to mind being naked in front of me. So, I thought he'd done one dare, maybe he would do another.
"Very nice!" I exclaimed, after my careful examination of his body, "Now, turn around," I ordered.
He turned around, and without being told to do so, leaned over placing his hands on the desk, letting me have a good long look at is beautiful ass. It was heart shaped and very solid, without an ounce of fat or loose muscle. It was actually even nicer looking than Scott's or Stephen's.
"Very nice," I said again. My bravery up now, and my dick, I said, "Now, I dare you to come over here and undress me," as I said this I stood up.
He turned and walked over to me, he was still bright crimson red. He grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head, he then slid my sweats down, my cock popping out at him.
Smiling, he said, "no underwear, how cool!" He then completed my undressing by lifting first my right leg and pulling the sweats off, then the left. We were now standing less than a foot apart naked, except for socks.
He was checking my body out, and my cock was responding, now sticking straight out, with its gentle downward curve midway across it. Precum was beginning to form at his cocks tip, as precum was already dripping from mine.
We looked each other in the eye, and I smiled and asked, "Now what?"
He smiled back stating, "You're in charge, just tell me what to do," blushing as he said this.
I thought for a minute then said, "Jerk me off," as I sat back down on my bed.
He smiled, then knelt between my legs, reached up with his right hand and slowly began to slide it up and down the full length of my cock. His hand was cool against my burning hot dick, and with the amount of pressure he was using, he was forcing a great deal of precum to drip from the head. He wiped the precum off the tip with his hand and used it to lubricate my cock.
He was staring at my cock, and his breathing was becoming faster and deeper. I then whispered hoarsely, "take it in you mouth."
Without even looking up, he leaned forward and slid the tip into his hot mouth. Moving his hand away, he continued to lower his mouth until I could feel my cock touching the back of his throat. I leaned back to get a better look and was amazed that he had taken all seven inches into his mouth. He held his head there, with my dick all the way in, for several moments, and then he began to pull backwards until just the tip remained inside. The air around my cock was cool as he took a deep breath through his nose and once again slid down completely taking my cock in.
He continued to suck me like this for almost five minutes. I'd never felt a blow job like this, it was incredibly soft, yet erotically hot, with deep suction and then complete relaxation.
Finally I said, "You need to stop now," panting, "Before I cum."
He pulled his mouth off my cock and replaced it with his hand, squeezing it tightly. Then he said, "But that's what I've been waiting for." He then smiled.
"I didn't know that you were gay, I never would have guessed it," I said.
Still holding my cock and now gently stroking it, he replied, "I'm not, I'm really bi-sexual I guess. I only started liking cock this summer."
"Really!" I said in surprise, "I've been fooling around for a couple of years with my best friend and now with Stephen," without realizing I had just given up that I was having sex with my roommate.
"Wow! You and Stephen do stuff too?" he asked a hint of surprise in his voice.
"Well, yea, some," I lied. "Not much lately, which is why if you don't stop moving your hand, you're going to have a face full of cum," I added, smiling down at him.
He removed his hand and sat back on his heels. He then looked up and said, "Well, my roommate Pete makes me suck him several nights a week, but that's it. He never touches me."
I couldn't believe what he had said so I asked, "Makes you?"
He blushed again, then got up and sat on the bed next to me. As he started to speak he sounded nervous, "About two months ago, Pete came in drunk on night, caught me jerking off and threw a fit. Of course, I was totally embarrassed, I immediately pulled my pants on and apologized like crazy, and then I left for a couple of hours." He smiled slightly and continued, "Really, I'd been turned on even more getting caught. And, I went to the bathroom before going back to my room, jerked off and then snuck back in quietly as to not wake him up." He then took a deep breath and returned his gaze to my hard cock.
He went on, "I was worried that he'd tell everyone how he'd caught me, but then I thought what the hell, and everyone jerks off! So, I drifted off to sleep and didn't think anything else about it." He sighed, "then at like, four in the morning Pete was waking my up. He was standing next to my bed, naked; his cock was hard as a rock and was right against my lips. I didn't know what the hell was going on, but then he reached down and grabbed my cock and squeezed the heck out of it and said, 'suck it fag'." He blushed again and said, "I opened my mouth and leaned towards him and started to suck him."
He was slowly stroking his cock now, which I noticed was almost purple from being hard for so long. He then went on. "He let go of my cock and grabbed my head and pulled me all the way up to him saying things like 'that's it you little bitch' and 'suck me deeper cunt'. Before long he pulled his cock out of my mouth and jerked his dick off until he shot about three loads of cum all over my face. He then wiped his cock head off on my mouth and wiped his hand off on my chest. Then, he said 'don't clean it off unless you lick it clean fag.'
"What did you do?" I asked, feeling a little bit sorry for him.
"Well, I watched him walk back to his bed, get under the covers and drift off to sleep. Then I wiped the cum from my face and chest and ate every bit of it," he said, smiling from ear to ear. "I just didn't want him to know how horny the whole thing had made me."
Still stroking his cock, he said, "after I was sure he was asleep, I jerked off and came all over myself then licked and all of that cum up too!" He blushed again, "I like being told what to do, that's how I got into guys last summer, I was hanging with a couple of older guys that used to 'make' me do things, they just didn't know that I really wanted to."
He then released his cock and sat back further on the bed and said, "Now, about three or four times a week, Pete wakes me up around two in the morning and makes me suck him off. He never touches me and once I tried to reach behind him and pull him to me, he slapped my hands away and said 'just suck, don't touch'."
I grinned, "So you were hoping I'd tell you what to do?" I asked.
He nodded, blushing again, and began stroking his beautiful cock again.
"So," I started, "you'll do anything I tell you to do and you'll let me do anything to you that I want to?"
He blushed back to the deep crimson he'd been earlier and nodded his head again.
