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Friday, 18 November 2011

My Sleeping Soldier by forest59

My Sleeping Soldier

This is a fictional story containing consensual sex between a teenage
boy and an unrelated adult male. If stories of homosexual activity
disturb you, please do no read any further.

The following tale is unfortunately, mostly fiction. It is a story
about an event that could have happened early in my life if only I'd
had the courage. All names have of course been changed.

My Sleeping Soldier

My name is Trent, I am 18 years old, reasonably good looking, 5'6" tall
with green eyes and dark brown hair. I grew up in an army village
specifically for military personal. All our neighbours were military
families and even the primary school was for military children only.
We had lived there since I was 5 which no doubt fostered my lust for
men in uniform. One day when I was 14 a new family moved into the house
next door. Their names were Betty and Terry Harden and had 2 young
daughters but it was Terry who interested me. He was a Captain, 28
years old, 5'10", sandy hair, green eyes and a body to die for. For the
next two years he monopolised all my fantasies.

Now 18, I was considered responsible enough to babysit the local
children when their parents wanted a night out. Terry and Betty
frequently employed my services in this role. Over the previous few
weeks however, there had been a great deal of yelling and screaming
coming from their house, mostly from Betty. One weekend after a
particularly heated argument, Betty stormed out of the house and drove
off. Apparently to her mothers,(where else).

It was obvious that things were not going well in the Harden household.
Terry had previously arranged for me to babysit their daughters the
next evening while they attended a formal dinner at the army barracks.
I presumed that this was now not going to happen but later that day
Terry came round to tell me was going alone so I was still needed.

I went next door at about 7pm the next evening, just after Terry had
given his girls their dinner so all I had to do was entertain them till
8pm then put them to bed. Terry had already showered and was dressed in
full dress uniform, my legs quivered and my mind went hazy at the
sight. Sadly, he left almost straight away still in a very dark mood.

I did my job entertaining his girls till 8 then put them to bed. After
that I went back to the lounge room to watch some TV. This was just to
kill some time while the girls fell asleep. As soon as I thought it
was safe, I ventured into the master bedroom to see if Terry had left
his dirty clothes there. He had, so I quickly rummaged through the pile
till I found his freshly discarded underpants. Putting them to my face
I inhaled deeply taking in the scent of his body. It was the closest
I ever thought I would get to him.

Taking them back into the lounge room I flopped on the sofa and while
inhaling his scent and gazing at a picture of him on the wall pulled
down my shorts and proceeded to jerk off. I imagined myself bouncing
up and down on his engorged cock while he rapidly stroked mine till we
both cried out, ejaculating at the same time. My juice splashing onto
his chest and face and his flooding my willing arse. After shooting my
load I cleaned myself up, returned his knickers to the bedroom then
returning to the sofa, fell asleep.

Shortly before 2am I woke to the sound of someone fumbling at the front
door. I assumed it was Terry so I got up to let him in. It was him
alright, by now sitting on the front porch swaying back and forth and
totally plastered. Drunk they say, as the proverbial skunk. He
obviously needed help standing so I went outside and helped him to his
feet. He looked at me with partially open eyes, smiled and said
(slurred) "You're a good lad". I helped him inside and steered us both
toward the sofa. "Fuck, I'm wrecked" he slurred "I just wanna crash".

He was barely able to stand so when he tried to move toward the
hallway, promptly slumped back to the floor. Once again I helped him up
taking his jacket off at the same time. "You're a good lad" he kept
slurring as we clumsily staggered down the hallway toward his bedroom.
My biggest fear at this time was that we would wake his daughters who
were asleep in their room but somehow we managed not to disturb them.
We made it to the end of the bed and I basically had to drop him there.
Mumbling incoherently he slumped backward, arms stretched out on each
side falling instantly asleep.

He now lay before me, spread eagle and face up. It was only then that
the possibilities of the situation began to dawn on me. Here he was,
the man, the soldier I had fantasised over for the last two years and
he was at my mercy. Instantly my gaze fell to his crotch where an
unexpectedly large bulge greeted my eyes. Admittedly, lying backward
with his feet on the floor would have exaggerated it's size but I
preferred not to see it that way.

All I could think was that it could be mine if only I had the courage.
I was already getting hard, my 5" cock began to strain at the front my
shorts. I quickly slid my hand inside and made sure it had room to
move.

Now I faced a problem. I desperately wanted to see his cock so should I
leave him as he was, or try to get him into bed first. As he was, it
would be easy for me to get to the treasure I knew was there and if he
woke, it would be much easier to explain. If I got him in bed properly
and he woke up, I'd probably get beaten to a pulp.

I decided to get a sample before moving him. I knelt on the floor
between his legs and moving a little closer on my knees, reached out
gently and placed my hand on his bulge. With joy I realised the mound
was no exaggeration. Even soft he was a big and my imagination began to
run wild with anticipation. Edging nearer, I moved my face closer to
his crotch. My breathing grew deeper and kneeling between is straddled
legs I pushed my face into his groin, sliding my cheek, nose, cheek and
back forth. My hands moved up and down his muscular legs giving a
squeeze every now and then. I did this for a minute or two breathing in
the cigarette smell that had permeated his clothing when suddenly I
felt a twitch on my cheek. His bulge was getting bigger, he was
starting to swell. I almost shot my load there and then so I pulled my
head back leaving only my hands on his legs. Phew, that was close. To
blow my chance so quickly would have been a total waste of this golden
opportunity.

Coming to my senses, I knew I dare not go any further so I stood up and
moved around to the side of the bed. I touched his shoulder giving a
reasonably strong push and asked, "Mr Harden, are you awake?" I knew I
couldn't possibly move him without his help. He didn't even moan so I
kept shoving till he finally grunted and opened his eyes. "You need to
get into bed properly." I said. He moaned and once again told me what a
good lad I was. Finally, with my help and a good deal of effort, he
managed to get himself to the top of the bed but while struggling to
get his shirt off, fell backward and straight back to sleep.

Now he lay flat on his back with his shirt half off, sadly, covering
his beautiful face. I now realised I would be able to do just about
anything I wanted and he would be none the wiser. Tossing caution to
the wind I pulled his shirt off over his head, snapping off two buttons
in the process. Since he wasn't wearing anything underneath I could now
see his exposed chest which was beautifully chiseled, his nipples, not
to big and not too small surrounded by just a few delicate hairs . His
near hairless arms were thick and strong, his shoulders smooth and
broad, and a six-pack which just ached to be massaged, had a tiny strip
of brown hair running from the bottom of his belly button to the top of
his trousers.

Once again I gave him a good shove asking "Mr Harden, do you want a
blanket?". I was rewarded with total silence. Feeling safe, I drummed
up the courage to go further. I lightly rested my right hand on his
firm chest moving it gently in circles pausing every now and then over
his nipples. I looked intently at his face looking for any sign that he
was aware of what I was doing but there was none.

By this time I was was quivering all over, my cock twitching and
throbbing as my hand continued to caress his body. Goose bumps sprang
up all over me as those lovely man tits gradually began to firm up. My
passions went wild so I leaned down, drawing in a deep breath of his
man scent and gently teased each in turn with the tip of my tongue.

I couldn't believe what I was doing. I had never touched a man in this
way before. I had always been a very closeted and introverted kid
living with the fear of being discovered and beaten up. I spent most of
my spare time roaming the army controlled bushland we lived near. It
was riddled with dirt roads that were often used as dumping grounds.
Consequently I had a plentiful supply of porn magazines that had been
throw away. My total education in the art of sex had been from these,
and it's surprising how much you can learn.

Summoning up more courage I slowly slid my left hand down his chest,
over his firm stomach to the top of his trousers. Briefly pausing to
play with the soft hairs on his belly then slid my fingers under his
belt to feel the as yet still hidden thicket that lay beneath. With my
tongue still on his nipples I moved my hand down from the top of his
trousers and reaching his bulge, once again cupped it, squeezing
gently. He still didn't stir, just lay there snoring softly.

Gently I began to massage his bulge, alternately rubbing and squeezing.
At first soft, it gradually started to get firmer and bigger. As I
squeezed I thought could feel the outline of his cock head beneath the
fabric but it was trapped and seemed to be pointing downward. It felt
like he might be, like myself, circumcised and it definitely needed
more room.

Reluctantly I left his nipples, now firm and standing tall and moved to
pay more attention to the mountain growing between his legs. Pushing
his legs apart, I climbed onto the bed and knelt between them and once
again began to massage his cock with my face. I was in heaven but knew
heaven was soon the get much, much better. With my breath rapid and my
cock stretching the stitches in my shorts I lifted my hands above my
head and began to undo the buckle on his belt. While still rubbing his
crotch with my face, the buckle quickly came undone shortly followed by
the top button of his trousers. Now all that lay between me and my
prize was a zipper and and a pair of nickers.

Raising my head, I reached for the zipper and ever so slowly, began to
pull in down. His trousers were now rather tight with the bulge his
cock formed but it moved smoothly over the mound exposing the white
undies that held my dreams hostage. I wanted to savour this moment for
as long as I could so after pulling his trousers down as much as
possible, I once again lowered my face and buried it in his groin. Now
I could smell the real man, that musky man scent that once again almost
sent me over the edge. Desperately, I controlled my breathing, I didn't
want it to end just yet.

Sitting up again I looked at his peaceful face, still snoring gently,
oblivious to the pleasure he was giving the 16 year old boy who lived
next door. His beautiful body was toned and shaped by the duties of a
soldier, he was the embodiment of masculinity but with none of the
course rough edges. Slowly my eyes moved dreamily downward caressing
his body with their gaze. Every muscle, freckle, ripple and nipple
rising and falling with his sleeping breaths. At last my eyes fell on
the now enormous white bulge protruding from his open trousers. I was
now beyond caring.

I began massaging his groin with both hands, squeezing and rubbing till
his cock grew bigger and firmer. It now formed a thick arch, the shape
of a circumcised head, still pointing downwards became obvious through
the fabric and screamed for release. Moving my hands to the top of his
whites, one on each side of his swelling cock, I began to slowly pull
the elastic downward. At first, all I could see was his light brown
pubic hair getting thicker till finally, in the middle, appeared a
patch of bare flesh. Slowly it got larger, longer, pushing hard against
the elastic. My breathing began to speed up again as more and more of
his shaft was exposed.

Suddenly his cock could no longer be restrained springing outward and
upward and with a soft slap hit his lightly haired belly. My god! it
was huge! Well, huge to someone who had never seen a full grown mans cock
before. I stared at it transfixed, my heart pounding in my chest and my
cock throbbing in my shorts. Reaching out, I tucked the elastic of his
underpants under his lightly haired balls (I would attend to them
later) then paused again to survey the incredible sight before me. My
first cock was, at a guess about 8" and reasonably thick. The head was
nicely formed and in proportion to the shaft. I licked my lips in
anticipation, I could wait to taste it.

With one last check to make sure he was still asleep I reached out and
gently wrapped my fingers around his shaft and realised he wasn't even
fully hard. Once again goose bumps spread over my body and my hand
trembled as I felt his blood pulsing in my grip. Raising his cock
skyward I slowly lowered my head and moved in for a closer look. It was
was a thing of beauty but was starting to go limp, something that had
to be remedied.

Swapping hands I worked up a good mouth of spit and thoroughly wet the
palm of my right hand which quickly took hold of his cock once more.
Slowly at first but with increasing speed I began to slide my hand up
and down his shaft stroking gently being careful not to touch the head
too often. I didn't want him to shoot his load too soon. It didn't take
long before he was rock hard and I marvelled at the thick vein that
rose from his ball sack almost reaching the head.

Finally I leaned forward, stuck out my tongue and rested it on the tip
of his knob. Using only my tongue I started licking the deep pink
mushroom, every now and then concentrating on the small slit that would
soon provide me with his essence. I then ventured to the shaft, moving
my mouth up and down covering it with more spit. With his shaft good
and wet, I moved back up finally allowed my lips to come in contact
with the tip of his cock.

Hovering for a moment, I opened my mouth a little and sliding my wet
lips over the head moved downward. My tongue probed his pee hole as my
lips slid over the pink head then proceeded further down his shaft. As
much as I wanted to, I knew for certain I would never be able to take
it all but I would certainly try. I pulled back letting my lips gently
slide up till they once again reached the head then back down, each
time trying to get more in my mouth. I faded in and out of reality as
the sensation of his cock sliding against my lips and caressing the
inside of my mouth swallowed me as much as I swallowed him.

After several minutes I had to give up at about half way mark. Any more
and I would have gagged. Making sure I sucked slowly and gently, I
continued working on his meat. I savoured every moment, thrilled at
finally having a cock in my mouth. It wasn't just any cock either, it
was HIS! My head was spinning with erotic delight, as I devoured the
most beautiful dick I was ever likely to see. It was a wet dream come
true.

It was only then that I realised I had neglected my own hard on but
then again, I would probably explode the moment I touched it. Better
leave it till later and besides, how could my 5" weener compare to this
magnificent beast. I continued sucking slowly, savouring his scent when
suddenly he tasted different and at first I thought he had started to
cum. I felt disappointed but quickly realised it was only his precum I
tasted. Better slow down. I suppose now was a good time to pay
attention to his balls.

Giving up on his cock ended up being harder than I thought so I decided
to stay a bit longer. Soon however he began to twitch and I knew he was
getting close. Lifting my head, I once again looked up at his face,
still serene in sleep. Shuffling back a bit I tried to pull his pants
down further but realised I would have to take them off completely if I
was to get easy access to his testicles. It took some doing but I
finally had him completely naked except for his socks (I have a thing
for socks). I stared at the stunning body lying before me, trying to
burn the image in my mind but I knew this was a memory I would never
ever forget.

Now lying flat on my stomach, I crept up between his legs which I
spread as wide as I could. There they were, suspended before my eyes,
two good sized globes in a slightly wrinkled sack and a light covering
of brown hair. His scent down here was even stronger than higher up.
I breathed it in deeply, intoxicated by it's strong musky pungency.
My tongue was out instantly licking each in turn while sticking my nose
into the warm areas between his balls and inner thigh. I tried to suck
one into my mouth but a moan from above made me freeze. Was he awake?
God help me if he was. Moments passed but he gave no sign he knew what
was happening. He did however move one of his legs further out which
encouraged me to try again. Soon my tongue was rolling one of his nuts
around the inside my mouth. Now I could actually taste his musky scent
and I felt like I was sucking on a tasty treat. Soon, I moved to the
other and gave it the same treatment.

With his legs now farther apart, I decided to explore further. I cupped
and lifted his now very wet balls with one hand exposing his arse
crack. With my other hand, I probed that lightly haired crevice with my
fingers pushing in more and more till they found the entry point I was
searching for. While gently caressing his hole it suddenly contracted
partly pulling one finger in, just a bit mind you but I felt it.
Withdrawing my hand I licked as many fingers as I could and slicking
them up nicely I went back in. It didn't take me long to find it again
and this time I wouldn't need his help explore it more deeply. Running
my fingers around his pucker brought another sigh and contraction and
once again I froze. Again nothing happened so I continued.

I took my hand out again and lubed it up once more. On reaching his
hole for the third time I eased one finger inside, only a little at
first as I realised he had one incredibly tight arse. It had probably
never been penetrated before which meant my finger was now entering
unexplored territory. Finally my finger was as far in as I could get it
and I slowly began to slide it in and out while my mouth went back to
suck and lick those tasty treats. With my finger fucking his arse and
his balls in my mouth, I began to fantasise about him doing this to me.
Soon though, my odd position became uncomfortable so I decided it was
time to return to his cock. After all, isn't that what we all crave?
Slowly I slid my finger out of his warm moist hole, gave his balls one
last going over and sat up once again between his muscular legs. He was
still sound asleep and I thought to myself: may the gods bless he who
invented alcohol!

By now of course, his dick was once again soft. Still big, but it
would now be easier to get it all in my mouth. Very gently I lifted his
limp dick, leaned forward and took it all. At first it just bent to
fill the empty space which rapidly ran out so I just started sucking
and pushing it around with my tongue. It wasn't long before it began
to swell again and push it's way out. Soon I was at the halfway mark
again but at least he was once more good and hard. I continued to suck
and lick his manhood while one hand moved down to gently fondle his
balls. My hungry mouth sucked and licked, sucked and licked
occasionally venturing down to the base of his shaft to suck each of
his nuts again.

As I had managed to get only half his cock in my mouth, I was now
determined to get it all. Savouring the taste of a new spurt of precum,
I kept going. I could feel it pushing at the back of my mouth but knew
it could go further. Relaxing and breathing through my nose I felt the
fat cock head move ever so slightly further in, but this time the
feeling was different. It was moving past my mouth and into my throat.
Relaxing my throat muscles I pushed down harder. I could feel it going
deeper but the urge to gag was getting unbearable. Time to pause and
calm myself. Breathing deeply I gathered myself for the final push and
with a couple of deep breaths through my nose I...

Suddenly I felt his thick shaft sliding easily down my throat till my
nose came to rest in his light brown pubes. His entire cock was now in
my mouth and deep in my throat, I could smell his scent as his pubes
tickled my face and feel his thick cock pushing outward within my
throat. I found I was still able to breathe through my nose so I pulled
back a little then in again. Deep throating him, I realised I enjoyed
it more if I just used my mouth. Slowly, I pulled back till just his
cock head was resting in my mouth. I felt triumphant, I had done it,
swallowed his whole 8".

Still holding his dick in my mouth I took a few deep breaths then
raised my eyes to look at the handsome face that usually owned what now
belonged to me. This time however his eyes were open. I instantly froze
then shot bolt upright. His wet cock, sprang from my mouth and slapped
back down on his belly flicking saliva over his stomach. I was now
shaking, terrified at what would probably happen next. The seconds
seemed to drag on eternally when to my surprise and delight he smiled,
spread his legs further apart and slowly closed his eyes again. Still
somewhat worried, I slowly returned to that wonderful piece of manhood
and putting the head back in my mouth, gently bit down with my teeth.
Terry rewarded me with a delicate twitch and soft moans of pleasure.
Immediately, I began to suck him for all it was worth.

Up and down my head bobbed, every now and then sliding my lips and
tongue down his shaft to give his balls a quick going over. Soft moans
of pleasure continued to drift toward me so I doubled my efforts.
I wanted to taste his spunk so bad. I wanted him to fill my mouth with
his hot juice. I wanted to feel it slide down my throat and warm my
belly. I increased my speed and found I was taking more of him than
before. Soon his moans became louder, more frantic, as his thick shaft
rapidly slid in and out of my mouth. He began to twitch and squirm then
arching his back, forced himself even deeper into my mouth.

With my mind whirling in anticipation, I tried desperately to prepare
myself for the blast I knew was to come, a split second later he
erupted. His fists clenched tightly, his body thrust upward again as a
thick gush of warm, salty man juice flooded my mouth. I didn't think I
could take it all, it was just too much and I almost gagged before I
was able to swallow his load. As soon as I did however, another
torrent surged into my still hungry mouth quickly followed by three
more enormous bursts. I desperately tried to swallow it all but some
managed to ooze out at the corner of my lips. I slurped up what I
could and continued to suck on his throbbing cock but all too quickly
his spasms began to diminish, the pulsing grew less and less till I was
left sucking on a still stiff dick desperately trying to get as much of
his nectar as I could.

I stayed there for a while slowly sucking on his shaft eventually
lifting my eyes again. He was again looking down on me with a serene
smile of pleasure on his face. With one last soft moan, he closed his
eyes and went back to sleep. Reluctantly I released his dick from my
mouth, squeezing it upwards from the base to get any leftover cum then
backed off the bed and walked to the side of my sleeping soldier.

It was my turn now. Pulling off my T shirt and dropping my shorts and
nickers to the floor I grabbed my rock hard cock which was bigger and
harder than I'd ever seen it before. Gripping it firmly I started
stroking myself. Starting slowly then a little faster, speeding up then
slowing down till I felt I was getting close. I reached down and took
his left hand and gently placed my cock in it closing his thick fingers
around it. Then, placing one hand on the bed head for balance and with
his fingers wrapped snugly around my dick I began to buck my hips.

Slowly at first, then picking up speed, I slid my cock in and out of
his closed fist repeatedly faster then slower. It felt so different and
so much better when it's someone else jacking you off. I closed my eyes
lost in a sexual frenzy and soon I could feel the pressure building.
I quickly raised my left hand and slipped the middle finger into my
mouth. Working up some spit which was no doubt liberally mixed with his
spunk, I made it nice and slick then reaching around, moved it toward
my arse and gently began fingering my tight butt hole. It didn't take
long before I began plunging it in and out all the while imagining it
was Terry's tongue.

That did it. Waves of unimaginable pleasure pulsed throughout my body
my legs became weak as an intense tingling sensation began in my balls
and spread outward. My cock was now rapidly sliding in and out of his
strong hand, his imaginary tongue was being gripped tighter and tighter
by my arse when suddenly my whole body stiffened and my cock exploded.
Load after load of boy juice erupted from my piss hole landing on my
sleeping soldiers arm and slowly heaving chest. I racked back and forth
as as I grunted and moaned hysterically. Every nerve screamed with
delirious pleasure and the world dissolved around me as my body
shuddered and shivered. The spasms continued longer than ever before
but slowly began to subside leaving me weak and whimpering.

Thoroughly exhausted, I slumped against the wall only then noticing I
had shot my load further than I thought possible leaving creamy ropes
of cum stretched up his arm and onto that beautiful, beautiful body.
Slowly I pulled myself together and removing my dick from his cum
drenched hand wearily sat on the down side of the bed. Once again I
took hold of his cock and started to gently massaged it when to my
surprise and joy, Terry slowly reached for mine and returned the
favour. Even though totally exhausted I leaned over and proceeded to
lick up my own love juice from his body. It tasted different to his,
slightly sweeter and I savoured every drop. My tongue ventured to
places it had not yet explored and particularly enjoyed getting itself
tangled in the hair under his arms. When finished, I decided to give
him another lick down just in case I missed any then planted just one
gentle kiss on his lips.

I sat back up still massaging his dick, his hand had fallen away from
mine and I wondered what would happen next. Would he think it was just
a dream and ignore it, or once sober in the morning, kick the shit out
of me? Should I snuggle up next to him or return to the sofa?

My dilemma was soon resolved when an arm slowly rose up and while
caressing my neck, gently pulled me into it's embrace. I melted inside
as I raised my legs to the bed and lay down beside him. I was in love.
With an eager smile on his lips he pulled me closer, rolled on his
side and making sure I faced the same way slipped his once again
swelling manhood between my butt cheeks. I could feel him growing
thicker in my crack as his muscular chest, warm and firm heaved
against my back. With his strong arms holding me close and as his legs
wrapped around mine he softly whispered, "You're a good lad".

I almost started to cry.

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

My College Roommate Todd by Derek Phillips

My College Roommate Todd

My freshman year in college we had to live in the dorms, and they
assigned us roommates. I had wanted to room with a friend from high
school, but instead got assigned to a complete stranger. I was upset
when I found out, but my folks told me it would be good for me, and I
had no choice, so I decided to try to make the best of it.

My roommate was this awesome blond, blue-eyed, muscle-god jock-stud
bodybuilder wrestler from a farm in Nebraska named Todd. He was as
fresh-faced and innocent and wholesome as a Norman Rockwell painting,
with the looks and build of a gay porn super-star, and I fell for him
instantly. I had figured out that I was gay by that time, but hadn't
had sex with another guy yet. My main sexual outlet was masturbating
while I looked at pictures of naked bodybuilders in muscle-porn mags.
Muscles really turned me on. And Todd had muscles. It was torture
being around him all the time, and it didn't help that he was as
friendly as he was good-looking, and seemed to have no idea the effect
he had on me.

For the first couple of weeks I felt like I was in hell. I wanted Todd
so bad, but I was sure he was too straight to let me touch him. I
wanted to worship his awesome naked muscle-god body from head to toe and
suck his huge hard cock to a mind-blowing orgasm. I went to sleep with
a hardon fantasizing about what I wanted to do to him. I woke from wet
dreams where I was licking his huge hard pecs and abs and he was urging
me on. I woke up early and looked across to see him lying naked asleep,
the covers thrown back, his tanned smooth-skinned awesome muscular body
glistening, his huge cock hard and oozing, and I quietly threw the
covers off myself to jerk off while I looked at him and imagined I was
on his bed naked with him and feeling his huge hard muscles. But I
never let him know how I felt.

Not that I'm not good-looking. People usually describe me as "cute,"
which I hate - teddy bears and puppies are cute, a guy who's eighteen is
not cute. I suppose my being on the short side doesn't help, I'm only
five-eight. And my face does look very young, with a turned up nose and
freckles. But when I take my clothes off I get a lot of looks from
girls - and other guys. I work out every day and have a real nice body
- I weigh a hundred sixty pounds, all of it muscles, with great pecs and
abs and a great tan to set my muscles off, with a sexy tan line from the
skimpy Speedo I wear. Several very sexy guys cruised me in the dorm
showers, but I figured if I took them up the word would get out and
everyone would know - including Todd.

To make things worse, Todd seemed to have virtually no inhibitions - he
liked to wear as little as possible, which meant he stripped naked as
soon as he walked into our dorm room, and walked around not only in our
room but down the hall to the johns or showers that way too, usually
with his huge cock half hard. We were in an all-male dorm, and he
wasn't the only guy who walked around naked or with a hardon, but the
others didn't look like a gay wet-dream fantasy and weren't in my face
all the time. But Todd was second youngest of six Nebraska farm-boy
brothers who had shared a loft bedroom, and I guess modesty hadn't been
very practical.

He told me I reminded him of his little brother, and that's the way he
treated me right away, like a little brother. He called me Mikey, which
I usually hate, but from him it was OK, I was so totally in awe of him.
He would muss up my hair as I sat studying, or poke me playfully in the
belly or take a swat at my ass as I walked past. None of which made it
any easier to deal with my growing lust for him.

I was so hot for him it was all I could think about. At night I would
lay awake listening to him breathe, wondering if he was asleep,
fantasizing about crawling into his bed while he was asleep and feeling
his body, maybe even sucking on his cock until he came in my mouth - he
would stay asleep the whole time and never know it happened, of course.

Then the fourth weekend of school he went out drinking on Saturday night
with some his jock buddies. It was the first time he'd gone out,
because he was so worried about this grades, but a couple of awesome
studs from the wrestling team came by and practically dragged him out to
get drunk. I went to the library to study. When I got back to the room
at 11 he still wasn't back, so I went to bed.

Around 1 AM the door crashed open - I lifted my head and pried my eyes
open to watch Todd and his buddies stagger in. He was so drunk he could
hardly stand up, the other two were practically carrying the awesome
jock, and they proceeded to dump him on his bed and then stagger out
themselves, slamming the door after themselves. I could hear them
shouting and laughing as they walked away down the hall, and the shouts
of "Shut the fuck up, assholes!" from my neighbors. Then there was
silence.

I looked over at Todd lying on his bed, totally passed out. "This is my
chance," I thought. I can undress him and have sex with him and he's so
drunk he won't even know it's happening, let alone remember tomorrow
morning."

"No!" I told myself, "it's wrong!" I shut my eyes tight and tried to
relax, go back to sleep. But I could hear Todd snoring, obviously dead
to the world. Did I dare touch him? I lay there listening to his
breathing, my heart pounding.

I opened my eyes and looked across at Todd's bed. There was enough
light from outside that I could see him clearly, still in the same
position the two drunk jocks had dumped him, fully clothed, passed out
drunk. He looked odd like that, fully clothed in his bed - the awesome
jock muscle-stud always slept buck naked, usually with the covers kicked
off and his huge hard dick sticking up oozing fuck-juice as he dreamed
about sex. I should at least take his clothes off and pull the covers
over him. I sat up on the side of my bed. I was wearing nothing but my
briefs and the minute I started thinking about undressing my sexy
roommate my cock was rock hard, the pouch of my briefs tented out by it.
I reached down and groped myself, adjusting my hard tool so it fit in my
briefs more comfortably. I stroked my hard cock through my briefs as I
stood and walked to Todd's bed. I would undress him so I could see his
naked body and then look at him while I jerked off so I could go back to
sleep. My cock ached and throbbed as I thought about touching Todd's
naked body.

I got up from my bed and looked down at Todd. The sexy jock stud
muscle-boy was lying fully clothed on top of all his covers. There was
no way I could get him under them without a little help from him. I
shook him, lightly at first, then more forcefully. "Hey, Todd! Wake
up, dude. Get under the covers. Wake up!" I shook him pretty hard,
and poked him in the arm to wake him, but he didn't respond, just lay
there like a rock snoring. I knelt over him in my briefs, my cock hard
and throbbing as I put my hands on his chest and shook him - the feel of
his big hard pecs under my hands was awesome, and when he didn't respond
at all I found myself losing control of my desires - he was mine, I
wanted to keep on and explore his entire body. My rough shaking of his
awesome muscular form turned to rubbing and stroking and fondling. I
felt his nipples through his tee-shirt - he had big ones for a guy, and
I couldn't resist the urge to feel them - I had looked at them so often
and wanted to know what they felt like - I rubbed them and they got hard
and erect under my fingers. And Todd moaned and twisted - it was
obvious the sleeping jock stud liked that.

I looked down at Todd's crotch and saw the outline of his hard cock
through his jeans - he was aroused - as always - it seemed Todd always
had an erection, and loved to show it off - he was big all over, his
cock looked huge to me. When he got out of bed in the morning - he
slept naked - his cock would stick out hard and demanding as he stood
and stretched and he would wave it in my face as I lay in bed, kidding
me - "Here buddy, suck it for me, I need to get my rocks off." He would
stand naked over my bed and I would look up at his awesome muscles and
his huge hard cock. All I would have to do is reach up and take it. But
instead I would tell the awesome jock to go fuck himself and he would
laugh and reach down and muss up my hair. Todd was just joking around,
never dreaming how much I wanted to take him up on the offer and suck
that huge piece of meat all the way down my throat while I felt his huge
hard muscles and made the awesome stud unload all his hot boy spunk down
my throat.

Then Todd would move over in front of the mirror and stand there naked
and hard-dicked and stretch and look at himself in the mirror and flex
and admire his awesome build while I watched him and hid my boner under
the covers, waiting for him to grab his towel and walk down the hall to
the showers so I could throw the covers off and stroke myself to a
hurried and very frustrated orgasm.

In the shower stall Todd would jerk off, I'd seen him doing it once as I
walked past, it was pretty common a lot of the guys jerked off in the
showers or the toilet stalls. The time I saw Todd beating his meat in
the shower he hadn't closed the shower curtain completely and I looked
in and saw the awesome muscle-boy leaning back against the wall and the
hot water from the shower hitting his body as he stroked that giant cock
- I would have stopped and watched, but I was afraid someone else would
see me and know I was queer for Todd. He looked up and saw me and
grinned and waved his cock at me, offering it to me. I ran.

I knelt over passed-out drunk muscle-stud Todd on his bed and reached
down and groped his hard cock through his jeans and played with his huge
hard nipples trough his tight white tee shirt some more. He moaned and
shifted on the bed, but showed no signs of waking. I was getting off on
the idea of Todd helpless and at my mercy. I could do anything I wanted
to the muscle-boy, he was too drunk to stop me. My heart was pounding,
I was feeling dazed and afraid and aroused - I couldn't believe what I
was doing, groping my roommate. What if he woke up? I shook him
harder. No response. He must be totally passed out. I would just
undress him and leave him alone. I'd go back to my own bed and jerk off
while I looked at his naked body.

Getting Todd's tee-shirt off was the hardest part. I worked it up to
his chest without much trouble, but then couldn't figure out how to get
it over his head. And even getting it up to his pecs had me rock-hard
and throbbing again, there was no way to do it without getting my hands
on his naked hard-muscled boy-flesh. I tried not to lose control and
feel him up too openly, I was still afraid he wasn't as sound asleep as
he seemed, or would wake up, and tomorrow he would know what I had done
to him. But with his abs and half his pecs exposed I couldn't stop
myself, I reached out and gently stroked his naked body. It was awesome
- feeling him was like a drug, once I started I couldn't stop myself. I
ran my hands all over the muscle-god's naked torso, loving the hard
ridges of muscle of his abs and his huge hard pecs and those awesome
nipples that swelled erect and hard as I rubbed them. Losing caution
completely, I leaned down and licked his hard nipples, then sucked them
- Todd moaned and stirred. I jerked back. I had to stop.

By pushing Todd's arms over his head and struggling with him for several
minutes I finally managed to work his tee-shirt over his head. The son-
of-a-bitch snored through it all, didn't help me a bit, and I was pissed
as hell as well as breathless when I finished. At that point Todd's tee
shirt was still wrapped around his wrists and his arms were stretched
over his head and it looked as though the awesome teen muscle-stud was
tied up. That turned me on, the idea of Todd helpless and at my mercy,
so I left him like that and stepped back to look down at the sleeping
jock - he looked incredibly sexy half-naked, sleeping, bound and
helpless. I reached inside my briefs and pulled my rock-hard meat out
and stroked it a few times, tempted to beat off and relieve this urge
that was driving me to take such an unbelievable risk.

Todd was still on top of the covers - if I covered him I wouldn't be so
tempted. I would just pull the covers over him. But he was on top of
them. I decided if I rolled him over I could pull the blanket down on
one side, then roll him over onto that side and pull the other down and
cover him. I would cover him up and go back to my bed and jerk off and
go to sleep. He and I both jerked off in bed all the time, there was
nothing wrong with a hot horny stud beating his meat in the privacy of
his own bed.

It was hard work getting that big jock stud rolled over, and I almost
rolled him onto the floor doing it. I pushed and pulled him and
eventually got him on his side on one edge of the bed. I went to the
other side and pulled the blanket and sheet down as far as I could. His
half-nude sleeping body was still holding the other side. I moved back
to that side of the bed and carefully rolled him to the other side - he
still didn't move or help, and it took a lot of work - I was sweating
now from my exertions and my cock was no longer hard. I got the covers
pulled down on the other side and moved around the bed again, and rolled
Todd onto his back. I would cover him and go back to my own bed before
my crazy obsessions got the better of me.

As I started to roll Todd onto his back he woke up. He was still very
drunk, but he opened his eyes and looked at me groggily and said "What's
happening, Mikey?" He didn't seem upset, just confused.

"You're drunk, I'm putting you to bed," I explained, my heart pounding.
We were both practically naked and I had my hands on the muscle-stud's
bare chest, trying to roll him onto his back.

"Good old Mikey," the naked muscle-stud mumbled, sitting up halfway and
looking down at himself groggily. "Need to take my pants off," he
slurred and lay back and fumbled with his pants but he was too drunk to
do even that, and fell back - "Help me, buddy," he slurred, reaching up
and pulling my arm.

I had no choice with that hunk pulling me down, I knelt on the bed
beside him as he pulled my hands to his waist. I undid his belt and
unzipped him - he lifted his hips a little so I could slide his tight
jeans down to his thighs. Then it was up to me as he passed out again,
and I moved to his feet and took his shoes off and then pulled his pants
all the way off.

Todd snored. He was now all but naked, wearing nothing but his tight
white briefs, his still hard cock clearly outlined through the tight
knit fabric. I decided that was enough, he'd wakened once now, he would
wake up again - I moved to the side of the bed and started to pull the
covers over him. He woke again and looked up at me and smiled - "Hey,
Mikey, what's happening?"

"It's ok Todd, you're drunk, go to sleep." I told him. He reached up
and pulled me down beside him.

"I'm drunk, Mikey. Gotta get my clothes off. Help me get my clothes
off, help me get naked buddy." Todd was holding me by the shoulders now
and I almost fell on top of his naked body but supported myself and
prevented it.

"Your clothes are off, Todd, it's OK, let me cover you, go back to
sleep."

"No, gotta get naked," and he fell back and started struggling with his
briefs. He was too drunk to manage even that and pulled me down on top
of him - this time I couldn't stop myself from falling and wound up
fully on top of Todd, our naked bodies were pressed together, my crotch
pressed to his, my hard cock pressed to his. I almost came, my cock
throbbed and jerked and my groin filled with hot urgent need, feeling
Todd's naked muscles pressed to mine. The sexy muscle stud lapsed back
into drunken unconsciousness, and I pushed myself away. "OK, Todd, you
want to get naked, you'll get naked," I muttered as he snored again.

I peeled Todd's briefs down to his thighs, baring his crotch - his cock
was rock hard, and flopped out and lay against his belly - it's huge
length stretched all the way to his navel, and I could see a drop of cum
glistening at the tip - I wanted to lean down and lick it off, and gazed
at it, transfixed with desire. No, he would wake up then for sure, and
I would be dead. I moved to his feet and managed to work the shorts
down to his ankles and off. I started to get up then, planning to cover
him and go back to my own bed, but Todd woke again and reached up and
grabbed me and pulled me down onto the bed and rolled on top of me
pinning me, then grabbed my shorts and started pulling them off.

"You too," Todd slurred drunkenly as he grabbed my crotch and ripped at
my briefs, wrestling with me. In half a minute my skimpy briefs were in
tatters, and he pulled the shreds down over my thighs leaving me naked.
He was laughing drunkenly, enjoying dominating me. His hand closed over
my cock a couple of times, groping me playfully, saying "Hey, Mikey's
got a boner!" He thought that was very funny and I was helpless to
resist him - my cock was rock hard, pulled up flat against my belly,
oozing fuck juice heavily, and I could feel it rubbing against his hard
cock as he lay on top of me, triumphant, our naked bodies pressed
tightly together. Todd wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his
back, pulling me over on top of him, hugging me to him. "Good old
Mikey, my buddy looks after me," he slurred. He wrapped his legs around
me too, and rolled onto his side, my naked body clutched to his. Then
his body relaxed and he started snoring again, his face nestled into my
shoulder, his arms and legs holding me to him.

My first reaction when the naked jock stud hugged me to him was to hug
him back - my arms went around his shoulders and I pressed my naked body
to his. We were both totally bare-assed naked now and our naked flesh
was pressed together from neck to groin. I felt Todd's hard-muscled
pecs swelling as he breathed, his hard nipples rubbed against my naked
chest - Todd moved a little, getting comfortable, and his crotch pressed
harder against mine - he had a full erection and his huge cock pressed
against my crotch - I'd been hard in an instant from the feeling of
Todd's sexy muscles rubbing against mine. The body-builder sex stud
kept moving slowly for a minute or two, rubbing his body against mine,
pushing his erection against mine - his cock got harder and poked into
my belly. He was snoring, and obviously out cold, but also enjoying the
feeling of our naked bodies pressed together. I froze, afraid to give
in to the emotions surging through my totally aroused body - I wanted to
thrust my hips back against his and shove my cock into his crotch and
rub our bodies together and I knew I'd cum if I did it. I had to stop.

Slowly I loosened his arms and legs and rolled the naked bodybuilder
onto his back and lay by his side, panting. His naked body still
touched mine, and my cock was rock hard and throbbing - the feeling of
his muscles touching mine was unbelievable - I was too turned on to stop
myself now - he was there naked and hard, I was there naked and hard and
desperate for release - he was too drunk to know what was happening - if
he remembered tomorrow I could say he had dreamed it - I had to have him
now, I had to make him cum, see that huge cock erupt and hear him pant
and moan with need and satisfaction. I reached out and caressed his
hard-muscled pecs. I stroked their round firm flesh, then let my hand
go lower to his rock hard washboard abs. They rose and fell slightly as
I stroked them. I let my fingers trace the rectangles of his razor
sharp abs, and felt his stomach quiver. I found his huge hard nipples
and played with them, rolling them between my fingers. He moaned and
panted with need. His hands were over his head again, as though he was
bound and helpless. Unable to control myself any longer I leaned over
and put my lips to his chest and licked and sucked his huge erect
nipples - he squirmed and moaned, but did not wake up again. I was
beyond caring - I licked and sucked his pecs, then worked my way down to
his wash-board abs, feeling like I wanted to devour him entirely,
explore every inch of his beautiful muscles with my mouth and tongue and
hands.

His huge cock stretched all the way to his navel, so I encountered the
head of it midway down his abs. I licked the huge head, lapping up the
sticky wet fuck-juice oozing from its tip and pooling on his abdomen.
There was lots and I loved the taste. It was the first male juice I had
tasted other than my own and tasted a lot like mine but different too
and I liked it, especially since it was Todd's. He moaned and moved a
little as I licked the huge knob of his cock head, but he didn't wake
and I totally abandoned all restraint. I was too far gone to care - I
had to have him now. I opened my mouth and engulfed half his cock in my
mouth. It filled my mouth and poked into my throat and I was afraid
that was all I would be able to take in - I wanted the whole thing
inside me, I wanted his cock filling my mouth and pumping his hot man
juice into me. I wanted to eat every part of him.

I was still playing with Todd's pecs and nipples with one hand and had
the other hand on his huge, heavy-hung balls, rolling them around in my
hand and loving the weight and feel of them. I liked to tug and squeeze
my own balls while I jerked off so I figured Todd might like that too
and did to him what I knew felt good to me, poking the turgid base of
his huge hard cock and tugging and squeezing his huge balls in their
sac. He moaned and slowly rocked his hips, and I could tell he liked
it. Even passed out drunk his awesome sexuality was wide awake.

As I sucked on my roommate's huge cock and he rocked his hips to offer
it to me I was able to get more of it into my mouth - I found out how to
relax my throat and let it accommodate the huge column of male sex-meat.
Todd's breathing was getting harder as he grew more and more aroused
from what I was doing to his naked male muscle-stud body as I finally
managed to get his entire huge ten-inch cock down my throat. Sucking
for all I was worth, with one hand working his pecs and nipples and the
other his balls, I brought the incredible naked stud to orgasm in no
time - he started grunting and moaning and thrusting his hips and
cramming his huge fuck tool deeper and deeper into my throat and soon my
mouth was full of his cum - I tried to swallow but there was so much and
I was unaccustomed to it - the taste intoxicated me but it was thick and
creamy and choked me as I tried to swallow it - I let it flow out of my
mouth onto his belly as he bucked and thrashed with orgasmic delight,
groaning and finally clutching my head in his hands to hold it down on
his cock, fucking my face as he came. He was making deep guttural
noises of lust and pleasure and satisfaction. His abs were convulsing
and contracting and his hips were thrusting and his pecs were
contracting under my hands and his balls were churning and he was
shooting and shooting and shooting. I was suffocating, but I was in
heaven

Eventually Todd stopped cumming and let me up off his huge hard cock -
it stayed hard and I think he could have cum again right away if I had
started sucking it again, but I was dizzy and panting and confused. I
couldn't believe what I had done - would Todd remember in the morning?
Had I ruined our friendship? He lay beside me recovering from that
incredible orgasm, panting and moaning with pleasure. Was he awake? Was
he sober enough to know what had just happened? I sat up on the side of
the bed and looked down at his naked awesomely muscular body -he was
slowly relaxing, already asleep again. I got up on the bed and knelt
over his naked body, straddling his midsection, and reached down and
grabbed my rock-hard erection and started pumping my own cock as I
looked at his beautiful sleeping face and awesome pecs and abs. I tried
to hold back, hold onto that awesome moment, Todd naked beneath me, my
cock hard and ready to spurt, but I came in about a minute, huge bolts
of cum shooting from my cock and landing on Todd's sleeping naked body -
some hit him in the face and slid down his cheek onto his pillow - one
huge gob landed right on the sleeping naked stud's lips and rolled down
over his chin onto his neck. By the time I stopped cumming he was coated
with it from his forehead to his navel.

I collapsed on top of Todd when I was spent, and lay on his naked hard-
muscled body panting for a while until the room stopped spinning and my
cock stopped pumping cum - he stirred a little again, and sort of hugged
me to him, murmuring something unintelligible in his stupor. Then I got
up and picked up Todd's towel that was hanging across the chair by his
bed and wiped our combined cum off his naked body and mine. If he had
wakened and wanted to kill me I would have died happy, full of the fuck
juice of my idol and sex god. Then I covered his naked body and
stumbled back to my own bed and collapsed naked on top of the covers and
fell asleep at once.

I awoke the next morning feeling great. Sunlight was streaming in the
window. I lay in bed for a few minutes, remembering a very pleasant
dream. Then I licked my lips and tasted the salt of Todd's cum and
remembered - it hadn't been a dream. I lifted myself to my elbows and
looked over at Todd's bed. The blond muscle god was laying there naked,
tanned, the covers thrown aside, hard-dicked and beautiful and still
sound asleep. He was on his back with one arm thrown over his face and
his hard-muscled body glistening and beautiful Hs cock was hard, flat
up against his belly hard and oozing - there was a pool of precum on his
belly - he was horny and probably dreaming about sex.

I was hard again in an instant, and reached down and grabbed my cock and
started stroking it, looking at Todd's naked body while I beat my meat.
In no time I was cumming and my cock erupted in huge gushes of hot teen
fuck juice, spurting up and hitting me in the face, coating my chest and
abs. I fell back on the bed, and let the last of my orgasm fill my
body with peace and contentment. My cum started to feel cold against my
naked skin so I lifted myself onto my elbows and reached out - the first
thing that I could reach was Todd's towel, crusted with cum from last
night. I used it to wipe myself off, then tossed it back on the floor
and fell back on the bed. It was Sunday, I could sleep.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Getting My Own Back Part 2 by Spiro Agnew

I left for work the following morning leaving dad with a sore bum and a big hangover, serves him right I thought! for all the shit he heaped on mum and his cocky attitude, I was just sorry that I couldn't tell him why he had a sore bum, that would have been the icing on the cake, but the next best thing to telling him, was the thought of next weekend, when I could do it all over again! how naive I was though, as your about to find out.

During the week, I could hardly concentrate at work and the nearer it got to Friday, the worse I got, but finally the big day arrived, when I got home from work dad was at the table getting his dinner, I sat opposite him and casually asked if he was going out with his mates? he replied "yes" and told me to warm up his side of the bed and winked at me, that's funny I thought, dad had never said anything like that before, but I didn't dwell on it and let it go.

As usual dads mates came round for him and off they went to the pub, now all I had to do was wait, and sure enough just before 12pm dad stumbled through the front door and the by racket he made, I assumed he must be well gone, after doing his usual in the loo, he stumbled into the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, I tried to wake him to get undressed, but he was completely out of it, nothing for it I thought, I'm gonna have to undress him myself, his socks and shoes were easy, his shirt was harder to get off as I had to roll him over twice, and dads not a small man, but off it came, if I had to tear the damn thing of his back! last but not least was his jeans, so with trembling fingers, I opened the top button, the zip was already down from his visit to the loo, it was then I noticed he wasn't wearing any underwear! that's strange, he never goes commando.

Gently I pulled the jeans over his hips and he moaned softly and lifted his bum up to help me, and there he lay, stark naked, just waiting for me, I remember thinking, this is gonna be better than the first time, I am so gonna enjoy this.

I pulled dads legs wide apart and moved up his body licking his thighs on the way, and when I got to his balls I sucked them one at a time into my mouth all the while watching to see if he was going to waken up? but the only thing that stirred was his cock! looking huge and angry, I aimed it at my mouth and sucked it hard! another soft moan, after licking his cock for a few minutes I rolled him over onto his belly so I could get a good view of his big hairy arse! I gently parted his bum cheeks and had a good sniff, then went to work with my tongue, I was as hard as a bar of iron, my cook oozing pre-cum as I worked my tongue around his tight hole, at the same time dad was gently humping the bed.

I couldn't wait any longer, it had to be now or never, I had to get in there before I came all over his bum! I aimed my cock at his tight hole when suddenly dad said in a whisper, "not this time boy! this time its my turn" I immediately froze on the spot, shit! what was going to happen now? with a drink in him he was capable of anything, he could beat the crap out of me,kick me out of the house, anything! and while I was thinking, dad flipped me onto my back, as quick as lightning and yanked my legs over his shoulders aiming his hard cock at my ass, Jesus! hes gonna fuck me! after a few hard thrusts! he was deep inside of me, it hurt like hell, but I couldn't scream as that would have woke mum up, so I just had to lay there and take it, as luck would have it he didn't last long, he was too horned up,and I soon felt his cum flood my virgin ass!

Then when he was done he left me there in agony, turned over and started snoring loudly! the pain I knew would soon go, but what would dad say in the morning? that's what worried me!

When I woke up dad was gone, I was too scared to face him if he was at breakfast, when suddenly he burts into the bedroom with a mug of tea and a stupid grin on his face saying "hows your bum this morning son? I hope its not too sore, eh" and with that he turned and left me thinking, "well so much for getting my own back"

Getting my Own Back Part 1 by Spiro Agnew

Thanks to the author for allowing this story to be published here



Dad was a staff Sargent in the British army, he was a shit, and a bully, who cheated on mum, when he wasn't at work, he was drinking with his mates down the pub, he thought he was so macho, "gods gift to women" as he used to say when mum wasn't around, don't know why? 'cause in civvy clothes he was nothing special, but in his uniform, the man was sex on legs, and he knew it!!!

One of dads many problems was, he didn't know when to stop drinking, so every weekend his mates would carry him home, drunk, and mum wouldn't let him sleep in her bed, (who could blame her) so were did he end up? with yours truly, this went on for years until one night a while back, just after my 18th birthday, I thought, Ive had enough of this! I was going to get my own back.

Dad was in bed with me, snoring his head off and I couldn't get to sleep, I was feeling really horny and wished I was on my own so I could give myself some relieve, so I decided I was going to have sum fun with sleeping dad, and lifted the sheet of him to get a good look at his body, he has a good smooth chest, bit of a beer belly, but it was his cock that drew my attention, it was very dark and thick with a long foreskin and about 5.5 soft, I moved my hand to feel it and felt it twitch, his big hairy balls were laying underneath, so I rolled them in my palm, they were so soft and warm, and as I stroked his cock gently, it was getting harder and harder!

But as hot and horny as dads cock was, it was his arse that I was really interested in, Id lusted after it since I was 13, and now that I was 18, I was going to get my wish.

I pushed and shoved dad onto his belly and WOW! there it was, his great big hairy arse, it was everything I had dreamt of, I ran my finger over his bum cheeks and into his deep crack which was so hot and hairy, his hole felt so tight as I eased my finger deeper and deeper inside, I had to get in there, and soon!! my cock was throbbing and the hardest its ever been as I reached over to the cabinet and got the k.y out, I smeared a good load onto my cock and into dads hole, rubbing my finger in and out to loosen him up, and I got on top of him, my cock aimed at his hole, "OK dad! I wispeared, its payback time" and eased my cock into him.

I thrust and thrust and eventually my cock sunk into him, but I had to go slowly as I didn't want him to waken up, finally I was in deep, my balls resting on his balls, he moaned softly again and moved his bum from side to side, so I began fucking my dad, it was the best fuck I ever had, but I knew I couldn't last long, I was too hot and horny, my cum raced up my cock tube and deep into dads bum, I lay there for a long time just savouring the glorious feeling of dads tight arse around my cock, eventually I pulled out and feel into a deep sleep.

In the morning at the breakfast table, dad came in rubbing his bum, he said he thought he must have had a dodgy pint last night as he had the runs and his bum was sore, I looked across at him knowing he was suffering with a hangover, I had a slight smile on my face thinking to myself, "no dad, it wasn't the dodgy pint that gave you the runs! it was my hot cum"

But the smile on my face wasn't to last long, as your about to find out in part two of...

"Getting my own back"

Wednesday, 16 March 2011

College Suck by Wildcard

It was my freshman year in college. We'd recently moved to the state for my
dad's job and everyone I knew from my home town lived 1,500 miles away. I
literally knew no one in the college town and was a four hour drive from my
parents. To say I felt alone is putting it mildly. Thankfully, I'd met a
couple of people during that first day who told me about the fraternity
parties that would be going on all week for rush week. My first night I got
drunk off my ass but knew frat life was for me. I'd met a couple of guys
who seemed cool at this one frat so I decided I'd give it a shot and rush
that house. As it turned out, my dorm room roommate, Larry, had some
friends from high school who were also rushing that house. Larry told me
that, while it was a cool house with good guys, he wasn't going to rush
there since he wanted to meet new people and too many of his high-school
friends were rushing that frat. In any event, Larry introduced me to his
buddies from high-school and so, when I got accepted into the frat as a
pledge, I already knew some people. It seemed that my college life wouldn't
be as lonely as I'd thought.

The year went along like any other freshman year. I spent most of my free
time at the frat doing what the brothers told us to do. Got drunk too
much. Screwed up some classes, and tried to get laid every chance I had,
which wasn't much. By the end of the school year, I hadn't gotten fucked
once. Finals were done and most of the students were getting ready to
leave town in the next few days. Larry and I went out that night bar
hopping and trying to pick up chicks. As per my usual, I went home empty. I
didn't feel too bad as Larry had likewise struck out. We got back to the
dorm drunk and horny. We laid down in our respective beds and tried to stop
the room from spinning. We started talking about some of the girls we'd
seen that night. The blond roommates who could have been twin sisters both
wearing short shorts. The brunette in the miniskirt who only wanted to know
if we had any blow on us. the dark haired stunner with the green eyes that
looked like she'd bite your dick off. We talked aobut which girls had the
best tits. Which ones we knew from sororities that we thought would put out
and which ones belonged to soroities that were notorious for frigid prudes.

As we talked, I could tell Larry was getting more and more frustrated - as
was I. Finally he blurted out, "I'm so fucking horny I could jerk off right
now!" I replied, "Me too. Go ahead if you really want to." I watched
carefully as Larry slipped his hands under his blanket and I saw the
tell-tale up and down movement of his comforter that told me he was
stroking his cock. Larry was 5'8" and had medium brown curly hair and dark
brown eyes. He was fit and in shape from all the work he had to do as a
pledge at his frat house. I too was 5'8" but I was the polar opposite of
Larry. I was blond with blue eyes. My hair was thick and wavy and a little
longer than Larry's...just down to my shoulders...because I hadn't had
money for a haircut in several months. I was also pretty fit from the work
I'd been doing at my frat house as well. I'd seen Larry's cock in the
shower a few times and when he'd dress in the mornings. His cock was about
the same size as mine, about an average 6" when hard I'd guessed, but his
helmut head flared out more than mine. Several times during the past year
I'd caught myself looking a little too long at his dick and wondering what
it would be like to suck it. I didn't consider myself gay - or even bi - at
that time as I really liked women. I'd sucked a friend once when we were 13
and I'd liked wearing my sister's panties when no one was home and I'd jerk
off, but I never really considered myself to be anything other than
straight. Those times I'd caught myself staring at Larry's cock I just
attreibuted to being extra horny.

Now, though, I began to imagine what larry's cock looked like hard under
those blankets and I didn't bother to stop myself nor to try and kid myself
that I wanted to suck it. My own hands found my prick and I pulled my
underwear off under my sheet and began to stroke myself as well. Larry and
I were watching each other and I was getting more and more turned
on. Suddenly, Larry said, "Hey, you know what Nikki left the last time she
weas here?" Nikki was a girl Larry had dated for all of about five
minutes. He said they'd fucked but I'd never believed him. I shook my head
and Larry jumped out of his bed, swaying slightly, and went over to his
dresser. I stared at his slim, well muscled body and his hard cock poking
out. He had very little hair on his body and a tight ass. I wanted to grab
his ass and run my fingers across his washboard abs and feel his dick in my
mouth, but I just lay there with my hand on my dick.

Larry opened his dresser drawer and reached way int he back and pulled out
a pair of red nylon and lace bikini cut panties. He held them by the
waistband and showed them to me with a big shit-eating grin on his face. "I
told you I fucked her," he said. "They still smell like her pussy," he
added and held the crotch up to his nose and sniffed. "Wanna smell," he
asked. I nodded and he walked over to my bed and stood right next it. I sat
up and couldn't help but notice his hard dick only inches from my face. I
forced myself to look up as he hadned me the panties. I held them to my
nose and sniffed the crotch as he'd done. Sure enough, I could smell the
faint odor of pussy, a slightly fishy, perfumed scent. I moaned. I looked
up at Larry and grinned back at him. Then I brought the panties under the
covers and slipped them on beneath my blanket. They cupped my cock and
balls and made me even hornier. Larry asked, "What are you doing?"

I threw back the covers to let him see that I was wearing the panties. He
laughe3d and said, "Ohhh sexy," in a teasing manner. I rubbed my cock thru
the panties and looked down from Larry's face. He was sawying a bit
drunkinly and his cock was inching closer to my mouth each time. I noticed
a small droplett of pre-cum oozing from the tip of his pink piss slit and I
licked my lips involuntarily. Suddenly larry sawyed just a bit too close
and the tip of his dick touched my lips. I looked up into his eyes and he
was still grinning at me. "Oops, sorry," he said. I opened my mouth
slightly and waited half a beat. Sure enough, Larry swayed closer again and
this time I felt the head of his dick slip past my lips into my open
waiting mouth. I opened wider and Larry moved his hips and I suddenly had
half his prick in my mouth.

"Oh shit," Larry moaned. I closed my lips around his shaft and began to
move my tongue around the soft spongy head. I tasted the precum ozzing out
and flicked my tongue across his piss slit. I looked up into Larry's eyes
and saw he had them closed. "Oh fuck tat feels so good, don't stop," he
whispered. I began to move my head up and down on his prick tracing the
veins with my tongue and swirling it around the flared glans. I reached out
one hand and cupped his balls and that set him off. He began to thrust
forcefully in and out, fucking my face with his beutiful prick. I rubbed my
cock harder through my panties but didn't want to cum just yet. I closed my
eyes and relished the feeling of having my mouth fucked. I felt Larry's
hands on my head, holding me in place as he continued to face fuck
me. Raping my mouth with his fuckstick and calling me his "Hot fucking
bitch. Fucking cocksucking slut." In and out he pumped his rod. Faster and
harder. His balls slapping my chin. I felt the tip of his cock hit the back
of my throat a couple of times and almost gagged, but it was too quick and
I swallowed hard so I could keep sucking him. Suddenly he gasped and said,
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck I'm gonna cum gonna cum gonna cuuuuuuummmmmmm..."
and I felt his prick twitch and then tasted hot salty sperm flodding my
mouth. I swallowed and swallowed as he shot each load into my hot wet
mouth. Some of his cum leaked out of the corners of my mouth but I felt
most of it go down my throat and warm my belly. He gave one final thrust
and I tasted a few more drops oozing out. I sucked/slurped his softening
prick as he pulled it out of my mouth and, without so much as a thank you,
staggered back to his bed and promptly passed out.

I waited a few minutes. Licking the cum from the corners of my mouth and
then stood up and staggered over to his bed. I shook his shoulder to see if
he was sleeping or really passed out. He was out. There was no way he'd
wake up. I pulled the panties down below my cock but left them covering my
balls. I rubbed my balls on the satiny material and stroked myself once,
twice. Then I rubbed the tip of my prick against Larry's lips. A drop of
pre-cum wet his lips as those I was putting lip gloss on him. I rubbedmy
cock against his mouth and he finally parted his lips some. I slowly
slipped the head of my cock in past his lips and in his drunkin stupor he
sucked me. Perhaps he was dreaming of sucking on a straw or a lolipop. I
didn't care. I'd sucked his cock for him and he was damn well gonna suck
mine. I slipped it in a little deeper but not so deep as to make him
gag. By now I was so horny it didn't take much more than a few sucks from
Larry before I blew my load into his mouth. He coughed and choked a bit but
in his sleep he swallowed and smacked his lips. A drop leaked down from the
corner of his mouth and I leaned down and licked it off him.

I took the panties off and stuffed them back in his dresser and passed out
in my own bed. When I awoke hours later it was mid-morning, nearly noon,
and Larry was gone. I had a massive hangover but I remembered everything
that had happened. I wondered howmuch Larry remembered. I took a handful of
aspirin and showered and went to the frat house for breakfast. I didn't see
Larry all that day and he didn't come home that night. I saw him briefly
the following day when I'd come back from the frat house. He'd finished
packing his stuff up and was heading home for the summer. He just gave me a
friendly hug and didn't mention anything aobut the other night and merely
told me to have a good summer and he'd see me around next year. I told him
to have a safe trip and also said I hoped to see him around.

I only saw him a few times after that over the next few years. Since we
were in different frats and didn't have the same majors, we only saw each
other occasionally when we were with our mutual friends. Each time we only
saw each other for a few minutes and didn't talk about that night. I still
wonder how much he remembers.....

Wednesday, 9 March 2011

I Love My Boyfriend by Strength and Wisdom

I Love My Boyfriend
by Strength+Wisdom (silvermanez@hotmail.com)

***

What is it about a sleeping man that is so erotic for
me? (MF, voy, mast, cd, alcohol)

***

I know that is kind of a strange thing to say, or at
least it should be an obvious thing to say. There are
many different reasons why I love him, but right at the
moment I love him because of his dichotomy. I love him
because he is so comfortable having multiple facets to
his personality. Because he is willing to take chances,
and has made me more willing to take chances as well.
Because together, we are more than the sum of our
parts.

OK, enough of the mushy stuff. The real reason that I
am feeling so much love for him right now, and more
than just a bit of sexual attraction, would be the fact
that he is lying in our bed, fast asleep. Now, to most
women, having your man in bed asleep when you come home
may not be the most erotic sight in the world. But you
don't know my man. You don't know how just watching him
sleep for a few minutes gets my pussy juice flowing. I
can't help it. There is just something about watching
him sleep; oblivious to me that is such a turn on.
Maybe it is the voyeurism aspect of it?

I went out with the girls tonight. My man works two
jobs right now to help pay off some debts from his
past, so even though I work full time as a beat writer
for the big paper here in town, I still don't see a lot
of him. There are nights that I spend alone on the
couch with a warm blanket and a good movie waiting for
him to come home.

When he does finally walk through the door, I am all
sexed up from thinking about him all evening, and he is
tired from working a 16-hour day. Even though he is
exhausted, he is still a typical male. :) I can just
mention casually as he sits down that I had been
thinking about him all evening and lightly touching my
pussy through my shorts as I watched the movie. Any
mention of touching myself will instantly get him
interested. Then after I casually mention that my pussy
might still be wet, and why doesn't he check for me,
well then, that is usually all it takes.

When he pulls down my shorts and sees the wet spot on
the crotch of my panties, his cock will immediately get
hard, and even though he may have just put in a long
day at work, he is still able to give me a wonderful
fucking before it is time to head to bed. Usually we
don't make it off the couch, he just bends down and
nibbles on my clit through my panties for a minute
while he strokes his cock through his jeans.

I usually have to push him away and remind him that
foreplay is always appreciated, but I was wet before he
walked in the door, and he just has to slide his cock
inside of me for both of us to be happy. Again, being a
typical man, he doesn't argue, just unzips his jeans
and pulls out that wonderful meat of his. I will slide
my panties off and spread me legs in invitation,
waiting for that wonderful feeling of his dick inside
of me. And I always get my wish. Usually he comes
inside of me, which is fine for an end of the day fuck.
We can save the facials and pearl necklaces for the
middle of the day when I plan to get him off more than
once.

So I digress. I was talking about why I love my
boyfriend right at this moment. I said that I went out
with the girls tonight. He had to work both jobs today,
and being a Friday, I knew that he would not be home
until around midnight. So I decided at the beginning of
the week that I would get some of the girls together
tonight so that we could go out. Everyone else in the
group was fine with leaving their significant others
home for the evening, so we were able to have a blast.
Dressing up for each other in our best club clothes;
having a wonderful dinner while teasing the poor waiter
mercilessly.

He must have had to go in the bathroom and jack off
afterwards as much as he was looking at our tits down
the top of our shirts. Then on to one of our favorite
bars afterwards where we could people watch and talk in
peace, which for us means lots of bitching and bragging
about our mates that we left home that evening. Janice
thinks her husband has an unhealthy fascination with
his sister.

Nancy broke up with her boyfriend last month to start
dating another woman who works in the same building she
does, so of course we had a ton of questions for her,
the first Official Lesbian in our group. And I still
don't believe Heather when she claimed that her man was
7 inches long when soft. She had about six Grey Goose
shots at that point, so she probably would have said
anything to get attention.

So now here I am back home after a night of debauchery.
Nancy dropped me off because I had too much liquid fun
to drive, and already offered to take me back to get my
CRX in the morning. I make sure and take off my sandals
before I walk into the house. They make all sorts of
noise on the hardwood floors, and I don't want my man
awake just yet. I am horny enough that I would love to
just barge in and shove his cock down my throat, but
another part of me wants to be a little subtler. I
think in my inebriated state I would like that better.

His truck was in the driveway, but none of the lights
were on, so I knew he had already gone to bed. He has
to be back at work in the morning, so I am sure he got
clean and went right to sleep. And it appears that he
did just that

So I am standing in the doorway of the bedroom looking
at my man asleep. I can tell that he has only been down
for a little while because the bathroom still smells
like bath soap. It is a warm night, so he has dispensed
with the covers already, which are now lying on the
floor next to the bed. A little bit of light is coming
though the blinds, just enough for my eyes to adjust to
the darkness and see him in all his glory.

His hair is spread out on the pillow behind him, (God I
love to run my fingers through that hair!) and because
he is lying on his side, I can see how long it is
getting. He has been trying to grow it back out for a
while, and just recently has it gotten long enough to
pull back in a ponytail. Or long enough for me to wrap
my fingers in and pull his head down when I am
desperate for a kiss or three.

But the part of the picture that is the most intriguing
for me is what he is wearing. Normally he sleeps in the
nude, but tonight it looks like a different story. He
is wearing a pair of nylon bikini panties that I bought
for him about a month ago. That is the reason that I
haven't gone any further into the bedroom. I am just
looking at his hip and his ass packed into a pair of
panties that I bought for him.

Now, before you go jumping to conclusions, this was not
my particular fetish to begin with. A few months after
we started dating, he started acting really weird one
night, and then finally reached under his bed and
pulled out a box full of panties. I am not the snooping
type, so I never had any idea that it was there.
Apparently it was a serious fetish for him, which would
explain the six different pairs of panties that he had
bought me already at that point.

Not only did he like seeing me in panties, but he also
liked to wear panties on occasion under his regular
clothes. Not in a cross-dresser sense, since he is way
too big to be a convincing woman (6'3", 240 muscular
pounds.) More of like a hetero guy sense who thought
that if panties could be pretty on women, they could
also be pretty on him.

I keep getting distracted. So I am standing in the
doorway of the bedroom looking at my man asleep on the
bed wearing a pair of white nylon bikinis that I bought
him. I also bought myself a matching pair at the same
time, and surprised him one evening with both pairs of
them. He definitely showed his appreciation that night!
So over time, our games have evolved to the point where
if I discover him in a pair of panties it usually means
that he wants to be strapped. Which kind of surprises
me right now.

It also excites the hell out of me, but surprises at
the same time. My brain is turning over a million times
a second thinking about this, but my pussy is only
telling me one thing. I was horny before I even left
the house, and now I am almost desperate to get off.
But why would he want me to take him up the ass when he
is exhausted?

Who cares? The thought of going into our toy box,
pulling out one of my dildos, and strapping it on to
use on him is just killing me. I can feel my nipples
getting harder by the second, so I place my sandals
down on the dresser in order to use both hands on my
tits. I pull my shirt up and pinch my nipples through
my bra while I think of lubing up my fingers and
sliding them one at a time into his ass.

The alcohol is making my head spin a little bit, but I
know that finger fucking his ass in preparation for my
cock is a major turn on for both of us. I love to hear
him moan when I slide that first finger into his ass.
It makes my pussy clench every time we do it. Which
isn't a whole lot of times, which makes the idea even
more exciting now.

I can feel my panties begin to stick to my pussy, so I
have to take the time to undo my jeans and pull them
down to my knees. It strikes me as I ironic that I am
wearing a cotton string bikini that he bought me - we
are each wearing gift panties from the other person. My
fingers slide directly into my pussy. It is amazing how
horny I get when I drink. I pull my other hand away
from my tits and use it to flick my clit while I
manipulate my hole at the same time. It is so hard to
stay quiet while I am doing this, but I don't want him
awake. At least not yet.

My brain turns over images of how this scenario could
play out. I see myself crawling onto the bed with my
strap on already in place, and just feeding that
plastic cock to his mouth. I love to pinch my nipples
while he is blowing my cock. Or maybe sliding onto the
bed and putting the head of my cock against his asshole
through the panties while I touch his cock and nibble
on the back of his neck. Or maybe even crawl onto the
bed and then start to use my tongue on his balls and
asshole through his pretty panties.

I know that he just finished with a shower, so
everything down there is nice and clean, and ready for
my tongue. I don't think I have ever heard him moan as
gutturally as when I licked his asshole for the first
time. It surprised the hell out of him, which was
exactly what I wanted at the time. The only problem I
see is that I love to suck his cock so much that I
might not stop in time.

I might start with his ass and balls, and then turn him
over so that I can suck the head of his cock into my
mouth through the panties. He loves for me to tease him
through his panties. But eventually I would have to
pull them down far enough for his cock to get out so
that I could do a proper job of sucking him off. And I
am not sure that I would be able to stop. I would just
continue to suck him while I caressed his balls through
the nylon. I would also have to turn around to that he
could at least use his fingers on my pussy while his
dick was in my mouth.

I don't know if I can take much more of this. My pussy
is so wet; I am starting to make squishing noises with
my hands. I feel like I am ready to get off any second,
and my brain hasn't even gotten to the main event yet.
I guess that doesn't really matter. Every time that I
have fucked him up the ass, I have started coming as
soon as I slid into him, and came about every 30
seconds after that until I watch his come spurt out of
his cock all over both of us.

I like having him on his back so that I can watch him
jerk his cock off while I slam into his ass. The look
on his face when he is just about ready to go over the
edge is priceless. I can feel his ass squeeze my cock
harder, his whole body tenses, and then everything goes
supernova. Watching him come always gets me off.
Always. It's a good thing that we only do this every
once in a while. If I asked him to let me fuck him up
the ass every day, I think he would be worn out and
worthless in a month. It is wonderful to come that hard
every once in a while, but every day would kill him.

I can't take this any more. I have to get off. Even
though I am slumped against the doorframe with my
breasts and pussy in full view frigging myself, he is
still fast asleep. Which is the way that I want it.
Even though he has extended the invitation to me by
wearing those panties to bed, this has become my own
private moment.

This is my time to just look at him sleeping and get
myself off, imagining all of the wonderful things that
we do to keep our sex life interesting. My orgasm
doesn't hit me like a hammer; it's more like rolling
over me like a very large surf wave - all enveloping,
but still feeling safe and secure. I have to stuff my
shirt into my mouth in order to stifle the scream that
is threatening to rip out of my body.

As I quietly slump to the floor, the fire works begin
to go off in front of my eyes. I guess with my
concentrated effort to keep quiet and not wake him up,
I was holding my breath. Slumped in the corner, coming
down off a very satisfying orgasm, I have to remind my
body to breath for a while until it begins to come
naturally again.

Through my whole mental adventure just now, my
boyfriend has not moved an inch. He must have been very
tired, because usually he would have at least stirred
when he heard me walk in. I know that he wants me to be
in the mood to play - the panties he is wearing tell me
so - but I think I will let him sleep tonight.

I will just grab a shower to get the smoke smell out of
my hair, and then join him in bed. Maybe when he wakes
up in the morning and finds me wearing the same pair of
panties that he is, along with the matching camisole
that I bought for myself, he will forgive me for not
waking him tonight. I hope.

I love my boyfriend.

Freshman Roommate by The Badman

Freshman Roommate (MM, college)
By The Badman (c) 1987

**

The dorm was a modern and colorless building. Midwestern
had not followed the lead of many other schools and started coed
dorms. The president of the college was an old-fashioned man and
he didn't feel that girls and boys who were still teenagers
should live together.

Robbie went to the desk in the lobby and got his room
assignment. It was quite late at night by this time and Robbie
was hoping that his roomie was asleep. He took the elevator up
to the sixth floor and headed for his room.
He unlocked it and walked in. The first thing that he heard
was a loud snoring. He switched on a small light which he felt
next to the bed that the snoring wasn't coming from. The light
came on and Robbie saw a note on his desk.

"Dear new roomie. Welcome to school. Make as much noise as
you want, I sleep like a log. Your new pal, Tommy."

Robbie smiled and looked over at Tommy. The boy was laying
on his stomach and there was a little smile on his face. Robbie
thought that it was really decent of the guy to have left that
little note. It made Robbie feel more comfortable.
Robbie unpacked a few of his things and sat on the bed and
lit a joint. He was finally starting to relax. Robbie was kind
of glad that his dorm was all male. He imagined all the boys
sleeping in all the rooms. He thought of all their cocks and all
their balls.

Suddenly, he heard a loud snort and he saw that Tommy was
rolling over in bed. Now his blond roomie was laying on his
back. His cock was hard! Robbie felt his heart start to pump as
he looked at the covers tenting up over the boy's crotch. Tommy
looked like a young surfer, all tan and blond and with very
smooth-looking skin. That cock looked like it was pretty damn
big, the way it was making those covers tent up.
Robbie wanted to see that cock with no covers on it. He
quietly got out of bed and walked over to his roommate's bed.
Robbie knew he was being very bold and that Tommy would be pretty
weirded out if he woke up and found Robbie doing this, but Robbie
really didn't care. He wanted to see that cock. He NEEDED to
see that cock.

Robbie couldn't take his eyes off that tented cover as he
stepped lightly across the room. The light from the lamp was
hitting the side of the tent and Robbie could make out the slight
shadow where the head met the shaft. That head looked huge!
Robbie wished that Tommy would toss off the covers on his own and
expose himself.

"Lucy...Lucy," Tommy moaned.

Robbie stopped, not daring to breathe.

"Lucy...baby...I love you..."

Tommy started to toss and turn on the bed. He rolled on his
side and the covers slipped down to his waist, exposing him from
the waist up but still covering his jewels.
Robbie quickly went back to his own bed. He was sure that,
given time, Tommy would push the covers off completely.
Robbie drank in the sight of the naked upper torso. The boy
was a real beauty, with a surfer body that was a perfect match
for his surfer head. Tommy's totally hairless chest was a
beautiful tan color. His nipples were large and they jutted out
from that perfectly formed chest. The boy's naked stomach was a
perfect washboard. His arms were well shaped and well muscled.
All in all, the boy was the all-American California surfer dream.
His cock was still rock hard, but since he was on his side, it
was not as visible, being lost in the folds of his covers.
Robbie's cock was rock hard as he watched his roomie.

He reached down and pushed his jeans over his hips. His huge cock
sprang up from between his legs, and he reached down and started
to pull on it.

"Lucy...baby...let me..." Tommy sprawled out, turning over
completely as he dreamed about his girl.

Robbie was holding his breath and praying.
His prayers were answered. The handsome surfer pushed his
covers down and kicked them off in his sleep. Now the blond
beauty was naked, on his back.
Robbie couldn't believe the body on the kid. It was like
something from a painting. It was a model of well-defined
perfection. The legs were perfectly shaped and Robbie could see
that they were covered with a furry blond fuzz. Tommy's cock was
huge, almost as big as Robbie's, and it was sticking up with
burning passsion, pushing into his stomach. His legs were spread
and two large balls hung down from the cock and spread out over
the bed.

Robbie started to really beat his own meat as he drank in
the incredibly erotic sight of the naked boy across the room.
The light from the dim lamp was highlighting the naked teen in
such as a way that only served to make his wild natural beauty
more enticing.

Robbie looked at that cock and those balls and he knew once
again with certainty that he was gay, and he loved cock more than
anything else in the world. He toked deeply on his joint and
looked at his new roomie. His eyes roamed freely over the expanse
of naked teenage flesh. But those roving eyes always returned to
the same place. That cock. Those balls. That crotch.
The light was playing off the blond hair that coated the
large balls, making the hair glisten and shimmer. Robbie looked
at that cock, those balls. They were calling to him; to some
primal part of his very soul.

Cock. Balls. Boycrotch. As if in a dream, the sweetest of
dreams, Robbie got up off his bed and started across the small
room. His eyes, his very soul, were riveted on that huge and
throbbing cock and those massive balls which hung down below.

"Oh, Lucy...baby...baby"

Robbie saw a thick drop of cum appear on the head of that
huge cock. The light from the lamp hit that thick drop and made
it glisten and shine. That cum was calling to Robbie.
Robbie knew that he had to taste that cum, he had to feel
those balls. He had to suck that cock.The air in the dorm room was dense with teenlust.

The sleeping boy was lost in a lustful dream. The waking boy was
also lost in a lustful, a waking dream, the most exquisite dream
of all.

Robbie pushed his jeans down and stepped out of them. He
wanted to be naked. He pulled his tee-shirt up over his head and
now he was naked like his roomie. He made it across the room and
now he was standing over the bed looking down at the naked blond.
He was sure that he could smell the boy's balls, all sweaty
and dense and masculine. The first drop of pre-cum that had been
glistening on that huge cockhead was replaced by a second drop
and the first drop started to ooze down the cockhead towards the
shaft.

Robbie quietly, gently reached down towards that cock. His
whole body was buzzing with boylust, with cockneed. He touched
that glistening drop ever so lightly; so lightly that he did not
touch cockflesh, only the thick drop of boyjuice.
Robbie pulled his fingertip away and the strand of precum
stretched out between cock and fingertip, looking like a spider's
web, picking up the light and shining in mute glory to the
virility of the male. He brought his fingertip to his mouth and
licked it. The precum tasted bitter and sweet and masculine.
Robbie knew that he wanted more. More cum. He wanted to swallow
the boy's cum. He wanted to serve that cock.

"Oh Lucy baby. Suck it...suck it." Tommy was moaning and
his cock was jerking through the air.

Robbie looked at that massive cock and those beautiful balls
and then he slowly leaned down and placed his lips gently on the
cockhead. Damn, was it hot!

"Oh yeah, Lucy baby. Suck it."

Robbie opened his mouth and took that huge cockhead inside.

"Oh Lucy...your mouth...so hot...so fucking hot"

Robbie let himself get used to the huge intruder. He lived
in fear that Tommy would wake up and find him there like that, a
cocksucking faggot. But his cockneed was greater than his fear.
Far greater. He loved the way that huge and throbbing cockhead
felt in his mouth. It seemed to fill his whole mouth and he
could taste the bitter boycum.

"Oh Lucy...take it. Take it all baby...so hot. So hot
for you...my bitch...my...my...pussy."

Robbie went out of his skull when he heard those words. He
imagined that he was Lucy, that he was a bitch, that he was a
pussy. He started to take more and more of the shaft in his
mouth. He let inch after thick inch slide down his gullet.

"Lucy...bitch...pussy. Take my cock. Suck it...your hot
mouth. I love it. Suck it bitch."

Robbie realized from his roommate's language that he must be
a pretty tough cookie and that turned Robbie on even more. He
just kept taking more and more of the shaft into his mouth until
he had it buried right up to the hilt and his nose was pressing
into Tommy's pubic bush.

"Oh Lucy. You took it. You took it all. That's my bitch.
Suck it. Now suck it. Cunt...bitch."

Robbie was going out of his skull. Robbie started to really
pump on Tommy's cock with his mouth. He let the cock slide
almost all the way out and then he slid back down on it quickly.
He reached down with his hands and played with Tommy's huge
balls. He loved the way they felt in his hands and he wanted to
suck on them, too.

"Lucy. Lick my balls, baby. Lick those balls..."

Robbie let the cock slip from his mouth and he went down
between the boy's spread legs. He took the balls into his mouth
and started to suck. They tasted all dense and masculine and
sweaty. He loved being stoned and naked, groveling between a
teenager's legs and sucking his balls.

Robbie reached down and started to stroke his own cock. He
realized that he was hot as hell and could pop in a second. He
sucked those balls for a while and then he let them slip from his
mouth and started to lick his way back up the throbbing shaft to
the head. He was only a little way up that huge shaft when he
started to taste cum and he realized that the cock was really
oozing now.

"Oh Lucy baby. That feels so nice. I'm close...real
close."

Robbie didn't want the boy to cum, not yet. He wanted to
play with that cock some more. He wanted to serve that cock and
those balls. He gently slipped the cock into his mouth and
sucked. He sucked very gently, just barely pressing against the
shaft. He didn't want that cock to cum. Not yet.
Robbie reached back and felt his own asshole. He moaned
with excitement. His asshole was steaming with cockneed. He
realized that where he really wanted that cock was up his
asshole.

Robbie let the cock slip from his mouth. He leaned back on
his haunches and looked at it. It looked so beautiful in the dim
light. It was like some monster from centuries past, all massive
and fierce and proud. Cum was oozing steadily out of the slit.
The balls hung down below and spread out over the bed, completing
the picture of masculine sexual arousal. Robbie knew that he had
to have that cock up his asshole. He had to get fucked by the
young blond beauty.

Robbie crouched on the bed and felt his heart pounding in
his chest. If Tommy woke up he would be in big trouble. Everyone
on campus would know that he was a stoned cocksucker.

"Lucy...where are you? My cock needs..."

Robbie looked at the cock. Now that it wasn't receiving any
attention it was bobbing and throbbing angrily through the air.
Robbie moved forward on the bed in a crouch. He was going to try
and sit right down on that big cock.

"Lucy. I want to fuck your pussy with my cock. Give me...
pussy bitch. My cock needs pussy..."

Tommy was starting to writhe around on the bed. Robbie
moved himself into position on top of the cock. He wetted up his
asshole and aimed it for the huge cockhead and started to lower
himself. He grabbed the base of the cock and aimed it straight
up.

"Oh yeah Lucy. Take my cock. Put it in that hot pussy."
Robbie loved to think of himself as Lucy. He loved to think
of his asshole as a pussy.

Slowly, slowly, Robbie lowered himself. His asshole reached
that cockhead and he rubbed the wet meat over his steaming
boycunt. Robbie felt that huge cockhead part his pussy lips and
slip inside.

"Lucy...baby...what a pussy..."

Tommy's cock felt incredibly hot to Robbie and he just kept
taking it. Finally he had the whole thing up his ass. He
started to hump up and down on that cock. He was going into a
frenzy and he felt his balls contract and he knew that he was
about to cum.

"Lucy...bitch. You got me hot...hot...hot. Going to...
cum."

Robbie felt that huge cock shooting its load deep in his
bowels. Robbie knew that if he came right then his cum would
shoot all over Tommy's face. He waited until the boy was
finished shooting his load and then he quickly climbed off the
bed. He crouched on the floor beside the bed and looked at the
huge cock that had just fucked him. It was still rock hard.
Like a good little faggot, Robbie jerked off looking at that
cock. It was going to be some freshman year.