Rb6
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Hmmmmm, Raphael. I was lying down when Raphael came in, not so quietly, despite him having a new roommate. Raphael was super tall, and mostly very well built, but his ass needed some work, needed that personal ass trainer. Sound bitchy, sorry, but yes. I was exchanging bitchy for bitchy.
As beautiful as Raphael wasÑwith a beautifully large dick to go with itÑhe matched that in being a snot. As he played around with his things, I got up and went to the bathroom. God, my asshole stung. But it was one of those good kind of pains. And I wanted more of it. I was going to get it from Raphael. I closed the door to piss this time. Somehow my instinct told me that I was not going to like Raphael. I ran my fingers and hand up and down my crack, and washed my hands and came out. I walked over to him, held me hand out and introduced myself. This time I held his hand longer than usual. He reacted softly and with boredom, almost.
His accent was strong but sexy, even if it was a lazy sexiness. "I am Raphael. Welcome. I hope we'll be good roommates." I would like to have thought it was vaguely threatening, but it really wasn't. "Dinner is in 20 minutes. Ron doesn't like us to be late."
"Thanks for the heads up."
"Heads up?"
"Sorry its American slang. Thanks for the warning, the advance notice."
"Thanks for giving me the head, the heads up. You learn something everyday."
I saw that there was a set of clothing on my bed. "They brought that in for you. They think of everything. I am sure they got your sizes right."
I stood and pulled my shorts off and pulled on the pair of new underwear, bikini kind. The pants were skinny fit denim jeans and fit perfectly. Raphael was right. I moved a little closer as I changed shirts. "You are not going to shower first," he asked.
"No, why, I showered in the spa."
"You still have sex smell on you. I smelled it on you when we shook hands."
"Are you jealous?" I teased. He just rolled his eyes, and that's when the dislike between us took off like a rocket.
"I'll see you in the dining room." I got kind of panicky.
"Hold up, hold up. I don't know where to go."
I checked myself out in the mirror and Raphael walked over to me. He reached into my pants for my package and pulled it all up. "You want to show it off, Tim." He licked his fingers like he was slurping honey off him. "Hmm, you taste good, Tim."
"There's not so much to show off. I'm not so big."
"You've got plenty enough. And you'll learn how to use it here."
Now I had a hard on, again. He opened the door and I followed him out. I followed him closely. He had long legs but, again I noticed, not much of an ass.
At the dining room, there were four round tables set up for about 20 men, some of whom were trainers and teachers. Ron was not there. At the door Anton greeted me and allowed Raphael to saunter by. "How are you and Raphael getting along."
My raised eyebrow was my answer and Anton responded, "I was afraid of that."
"No worries," I said. Anton directed me to a table with three other men with varying degrees of blonde and brown hair. This was the Eastern European group, two guys from Poland and a third from Prague. They were speaking heavily accented English but when I arrived theie English accents improve dramatically. They were a fun group, and very flirty. And they all said they were straight. I wondered but apparently it didn't matter to their skills. I learned that they were very successful students at RB and not just from them, though they were more than pleased to tell of their grades and reviews from the instructors.
They explained their presence at RB. The Czech guy, Ricard, started out. "There are millions of us from the Eastern Europe who work here, some seasonably. Go to any beach community, for example, and you'll meet us. But they get paid the shit. We found out about the Academy on line and figured out that our way of getting to America was through the seasonal workers method. I was supposed to work in Ocean City , Maryland."
"Me, Atlantic City," said Karl from Cracow.
"What horrible places but we knew we wouldn't be there long. We got here and we were welcomed with open arms. And more part of the body." They all giggled.
I asked, "How do you, I don't know, adapt to sex with a man." "I guess when you are our age, and I mean you too," Karl explained. "It doesn't take much to get us stimulated. For me, it's a what you say, a narcissistic thing. I love to have my body admired, and that gets me very excited. When I get a little, uhm, bored with dicks and male asses, I lie back and l let them play with me. Pleasure me. And that gets me going all over again."
"I think about girls when I am making love with a teacher here. And then their techniques take over and my body responds," added Ricard.
I looked at the third guy who was quiet so far. He was nicknamed Nikita. "I don't know how it works. Once I get hard it stays hard until I cum. I have never been with a woman. Maybe I am the homosexual."
"Gay," Karl corrected him. "What about you?" They were all looking at me.
"I am pretty new to all this. I knew I liked guys from the time I was ten but did not act on it until I did it with a teacher who was tutoring me when I was 12. It just happened. And it was quite amazing. I really like men's bodies, and women's bodies don't do anything for me. It's not the dick either, they are fine, and nice, and really great to play with, but I like the whole architecture of a man. The strength of their legs and thighs. A firm ass and a pretty, red hole. I love flat stomachs and built chests, and muscles on a man's arm make me crazy. I love that a man's neck is so strong and so sensitive to the touch of a finger or tongue."
I stopped, and we all stayed silent for a while. "Hmm," said Karl. "You are very convincing. Do we all have hard ones?"
"I surely do," said Nikita. He lowered his hands to his lap and then over to mine and rubbed it."
He whispered into my ears something in a language I didn't know. I held my hands and arms out in a "I dunno" gesture.
Karl interpreted for me. "He says we're going to have a fun time together."
"OK." I didn't meet his hand with mine because I did not know what the culture was about sex and dinner. Somehow I got the impression that the two did not go together at Academy RB. I smiled, and wondered if he meant he and I or all four of us. And then there would be five when another Eastern European, this one from Lithuania named, believe it or not, Boris. "But call me, `Bo.'"
"I am Tim, Bo. I've been exiled to the Eastern European table, where everyone is straight, except for me, and maybe . . ."
They all looked at Bo, accusingly or something. "We are not all straight except for you. I am gay." Karl and Nikita responded in unison, "Very gay." We all laughed.
"Nikita, just told us that we're going to have fun together."
"Nikita is a whore."
I responded, "I thought we're all whores."
"But Nikky would do it for free." We all laughed again.
"How do you all guys meet," I asked.
"Here, answered Karl. "Two weeks ago. We all met here."
"Wow, you all seem like you've known each other for years."
Karl answered, "Well I guess this has been a, I don't know how you say it, like, gluing together."
"Bonding."
"Yes. The other guys don't want to have much to do with us. So if you want to get into the swing of things, avoid us like the plague. And don't have fun with us."
I did not understand. "I don't understand."
"Neither do we. It's like we have the plague or something. Like we're trash."
"I'm so sorry. I promise you I won't be that way."
"Don't promise anything. Who's your roommate?" Bo asked.
Karl answered with a hint of sarcasm. "Oh, Raphael." We all peered over to where he was sitting, not really talking much. "The talk I hear is that Raphael doesn't have that long for the world here. Nobody really likes him. One of the trainers told me that the thoughts were that he doesn't have the personality to be a rent boy. He's already told us that he won't `date' anyone older than 28."
"That's not going to get you very far. 26 year olds don't have the rent money for guys like us, and they can get their own guys, for free."
"Yes, like Nikita," joked Karl.
"How do you feel about older men, Tim?"
"I think I like them better. They are smarter and better in bed. Not everyone gets lessons in it like you do."
"You? You are not sure this is for you?"
"I don't know if they'll have me."
"Oh, they'll have you," answered Nikita. "You are near perfect. I can tell."
Bo changed the subject back to their shunning by the other guys. "I think they are jealous because we have naturally curvy butts. Booty, as they say."
"Let's show him," Nikky said. "Let's model our booty for Tim." They all got up and and waltzed around the table, posing in front of me. Nikky was last and he stayed there standing with his ass stuck out at me while the others sat down. "Feel it," Nikky directed, but I didn't respond, though it was quite, quite nice. Guys at the other table were all watching with smirks on some of their faced.
"I see what you are saying, boys. Very impressive."
Karl responded, "Yes, and maybe you'll see more. We are all going to have some fun together."
The ostensible dessert was blueberries in whipped cream, but I think that the real dessert was to come later.
The other tables had left us behind, and Nikki was becoming more forward, massaging my cock.
"What happens now," I said nervously.
In a much stronger accent than he usually has, Karl said, "We have to do our homework."
"Yes, and it is very hard homework. It will last a long time."
"It would be fun to do it in Tim's room while Raphael is there. It would really be irritating for him."
"No," said Boris firmly. "We can go to my room with Nikky."
Nikky asked, "Do we have enough plastic wear in your room."
"Plastic wear?" I asked.
"Protection." Nikky said sharply. "No get up and move. We have the work to do." Karl and I walked together while the other three were behind us, giggling almost like girls. I turned around and they were pointing at me. They seemed to be pointing at my ass. Or maybe I was just paranoid. Or too optimistic.
We stopped at a room on the same hallway as mine. None of the rooms were locked, because honesty was a first policy and stealing would result in immediate expulsion. In the room they surrounded me. "Strip him," directed Bo. Two held my arms while I was pushed onto the single bed and my jeans were taken off and then my underwear. They let go of my arms long enough to pull off my shirt, but I didn't resist. The four of them lowered their pants to show off their asses in a row. Bo backed into my face with his ass and I was gently pressed into the bullseye which was a completely smooth bubble butt that I licked, moving my tongue into the crack and hole, pinkish red. My legs were pulled up around Bo and another boy reached under me and started to rim my ass. Another boy reached around me and suck my dick which was covered at the head with my pre cum. He placed a rubber over my cock and another said, "Who gets to use him first. I was freed up to sit on the bed and Bo lowered his still moist ass onto my rock hard dick. Karl stood up on the bed over me and put his cock in my mouth, taking turns fucking my face and letting me give him an A+ blowjob; this was after all homework.
Our work went on for at least two hours.
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