Being the Middleman

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Being the Middleman (M/M/F? Oral NC Bond Coll) --------------------------------------------------

"I didn't want to do it but I got too lonely I had to call you up in the middle of the night I know it's awful hard to try to make love long distance But I really needed stimulation Though it was only my imagination" - Billy Joel, "Just a fantasy"

It was early January. I was just back from Christmas break and settling down for a nice winter's read when suddenly my phone rang.

"Is this Jack?"

"Yes."

"Hi.. You don't know me... my name is Cynthia."

The voice on the other end is very young, very nervous. But she's wrong. I do indeed know who she is.

"Well, Caller ID says you're in Oregon, and that means you must be Bobby's Cynthia. The girl he's so heated to catch a plane over."

"Well, yeah." She giggled nervously. "That's what I'm calling about."

"Hey, hey, little lady... Don't look at me... I'm not rich either. I'm just a college student."

I was the RA in charge of my dorm and I had befriended the young freshman back in September. We had spent some time drunk together, and he told me in conspiratory tones that the two of them wanted to hook up for about a year now. So I already knew her virgin boyfriend was getting itchy to have a piece of her. They both weren't exactly served by major airports, and would have been strapped for an ordinary two-way ticket to begin with. Place on top of that that she was seventeen with parents that had no intention of letting her cross state lines, and his biomed major made that almost impossible for him too. Hell, the fucker barely had time to sleep, never mind time to go off on some bone burial safari.

"No, no, Jack. I'm not calling to ask you for money! You're gay, right?"

I was taken a bit off guard by the bluntness of the question.

"Yeah." I said.

"And you really LIKE Bobby, right?"

Now I was really confused. Was she calling me to tell me to stop sneaking looks at her boyfriend? Had he realized the strength of my attraction and told her about it?

"Yeah... I guess I do..." I said cautiously.

"You see him and me have been having phone sex, and I don't think it's enough for him, and I know he's shy, but I KNOW there are a lot of girls on that campus and he's really dying to finally get at least head for the first time and..."

Now she was talking like a steamroller. Like she wanted to get this out of her mouth before she lost her nerve. By the time she finished I was hard as a rock.

So there I was. And there HE was. Sleeping like a baby, chained to the bed in the hotel room with fleece lined cuffs. Her and I had very similar but eclectic tastes, and lying before me was the heart of that intersection.

He wasn't just chubby, he was fat. He was young and had a gorgeous baby face, but still just thought of himself as the fat kid. It showed in the way he dressed. Sloppy tee-shirts and sweatshirts, pants always hiked about a foot too high, and two sizes too big for even his big round perfect butt to show. Although his eyes were brown and his hair was black, he looked like a Baroque vision of masculine beauty. Especially now that I had all those dumpy clothes off him.

I did make a few additions. Without looking, (wanting to save my fun for later) I quickly replaced his tighty whities with a nice pair of flannel boxers and put a colored undershirt on him that I slit at the collar for later fun.

Of course, I felt pretty damn stupid wearing her perfume, but at least I talked her down from the French manicure and the lace teddy, to just a pair of satin boxers and my own tits.

Yeah, I'm a bit chubby too. I had a sneaking suspicion that was parto of the reason for the four (FOUR!) web cams she had me put around the room.

The phone setup was rather sophisticated too. Thanks to two phone gels and some pliable earplugs, he could only hear her. The computer speakers broadcast everything he heard, and the directions he couldn't.

You're probably wondering... If this guy is so poor, how did he manage the techie setup?

Well, first of all, the computer was my own, lugged over from the dorm. Her voice was carried by his own cell phone, feeding into his earplugs and my computer speakers, which also played her instructions to me -- typed on her end, and read to me by simple, free software for the blind. In a college dorm, there's no shortage of webcams. That doesn't mean it was easy to get hold of them. I had to call in a lot of favors, but she kept me motivated - calling me every night and whispering perversions into my ear about having her boyfriend trussed up like a turkey and playing with his naked body.

His tossing and turning became more pronounced and it was obvious that he was waking up. I heard her say...

"Hey baby, Surprise!"

"Cyn? Where are you? What the fuck is going on, why am I..."

"Shh... Baby, I had a really great idea. You and I can finally -be- together."

"What are you talking about? You're here? C'mon, stop playing, let me up."

"No baby, this is a bit more like what we've been doing, except..." She giggled excitedly. "Now I have a little help expressing myself, um, physically..."

As she spoke, the computer blurted out... //kiss him// //hard//

I blushed. I gingerly got on the bed as she spoke, knowing that he must feel just how much weight pressed the mattress. I positioned myself carefully, trying to keep my iron hard cock from giving away the secret. I lowered my head and slid my lips sensuously over his, but he resisted, pressing his lips together... He looked so boyishly tough, like he was refusing to come in for dinner...

"Bobby baby, I want you so bad..." I smelled her perfume more strongly now, reflected in the tight space between us. I could see that he did too, as the tightness and angry resolve melted from his face. His eyebrows lifted and he moaned...

"Oh, Cyn!", he blurted, and my tongue entered him. He offered no resistance now and in fact kissed me back passionately. Ordinarily, the smell of her perfume would have turned me off, but I loved the effect it was having on him. He was becoming an animal. I looked down his body to see his hard cock tenting the boxers, half exposed and just shy of escaping the fly. What a fucking tease.

Cynthia, for her part, was moaning too. I wondered again just how much of her reaction was fueled by simple desire for her innocent, virgin stud, and how much she really wanted to see two hot sweaty men going at it...

At her command I now moved over to his sensitive earlobe and teethed softly on it, feeling the vibrations of her voice through the earpiece buzzing wicked thoughts into his head, making him drool dicksap onto the flannel.

Suddenly, I was startled as I felt his tongue encase my nipple. He sucked my tit into his mouth and began nursing from it with the perverted enthusiasm that only a straight jock can muster when he's taking advantage of a shy lass in the back of his car.

I was overwhelmed by the feeling of it, and struggled to keep myself from moaning into his ear. Here he was, tied up and naive to the ways of flesh, and yet suddenly, he was able in a flash to make me feel like the subject, the victim, the one being overpowered and dominated. I shuddered with pleasure.

She could see my surprise and took full advantage, egging him on, telling him to suck and nibble on "her" tit.

I lowered my face onto his forehead, the sweat sticking us together as I lost track of myself... he switched tits and made me go through the whole torment over again.

Suddenly the computer spoke.

//don't let him get away with that do it to him//

She was right. I grasped the collar of the shirt and tore it open under me as he gasped in fear and wonder at what I was up to. I suddenly reared up and dived on his helpless tits, sucking them into my own mouth and making him howl with surprise and delight. I couldn't get out of my head the sheer ecstasy of knowing that as I performed each act on my bound boy, I was the first to perform it. I could see he never realized a man's tits could be abused in such a manner, sending shocks of unsolicited pleasure to his helpless untouched cock. It stood like a pillar and was reasonably bigger than I had expected it to be. There was a dark, slimy spot now at the tip where he strained against his flannel prison.

I slid my palm hard against his dick giving it a quick squeeze as I passed over it. He thrusted against me as I my hand travelled on, but I did not give him the satisfaction of the release he desired. I made sure the flannel remained hooked at the tip as it was before, saving myself the later pleasure of exposing it.

I switched to the other tit, reaching across him and leaning onto him... sucking his nipple into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue, making him squeal and writhe beneath me, I felt the thick treasure trail on my belly bush against his soft hairless stomach...

We both froze...

...that moment in the cartoon where one of the characters zealously runs over a cliff and realizes that in fact he is about to fall, but only does so because his own perception of gravity is awakened...

...and the moment broke...

"CYN!? WHAT THE FUCK! WHO..."

"Baby, it's me, remember? Does it really matter who's helping us out? C'mon you knew I didn't want you with another woman..."

"NO! C'MON! UNTIE ME NOW!"

"I think you like this..." she said.

I looked up at the camera helplessly... I moved toward untying him, dreading having to fight him off knowing he would try to kick my ass... but suddenly, I head the computer again...

//jack hes still hard//

I looked at him as he thrashed as cursed under me... and the truth became clear. He really wasn't trying too hard, and the lie detector tenting his boxers was now throbbing and dripping with abandon.

"WHO THE FUCK?! JACK?!"

She cut him off "I don't think you're being very nice to our host, Bobby. You're really not in a position to argue over there."

As ordered, I placed a hand gently but firmly around his sack.

"I think you want to keep this friendly, don't you baby?"

"Okay, Okay. You two do whatever fucked up shit to me you want. But I'm done with both of you as soon as this is over."

//massage him//

I began to lightly trace my hands over his body, reaching up and slowly caressing his belly. There was no subtley here. Now that she showed me he could be mine willingly, I wanted to place him in a state of sensuous torment. He strained to keep an expression of defiance.

I moved my hands down and traced my fingers over his toes, brushed across his soles and slowly moved up his calves, letting my full palm barely contact his anticipating flesh. I could see the goose bumps and the hair standing in each place I was about to go. As I reached his inner thighs I heard a loud moan escape him.

"Ah. It feels good, doesn't it?" She said. "No one's ever touched you like that before."

"No one's ever touched you either, Cyn!" He said.

"Yeah, but I'm touching myself, watching my slave get you off. Look at you, stiff as a board, you shameless little slut! You love it!"

I raised my eyebrow at this latest demotion of my position, but was too caught up to care.

I decided to punctuate her words by gently rubbing his sensitive nipples with my fingers.

"but Cyn... this is sooo perverted, so sick..." I could hear it now and there was no mistake. He was becoming mine.

I slid the flannel roughly over his dick, more than I needed to free him. I licked the head like a lollipop and felt him melting under me, giving in to unbidden pleasures. I caressed his nuts softly in my hand.

"Oh, no!" He whispered, "..not like this... Oh Jack, stop - please, oh, ahh..."

He began to thrust his powerful hips, trying to impale my mouth, but I kept a steady pressure with my tongue as I licked under the head, sending shivers of pleasure through him.

I took his cock into my mouth now and began to suck with abandon. I knew that with his level of experience he could blow at any time. The power of his thrusts sent shivers through me, and overwhelmed me. He was younger, lower in authority, and bound. These things may have made me feel more dominant, but feeling him thrust inside my mouth - using me recklessly now, reminded me that he was all jock.

Meanwhile, she kept ordering me to move around on the mattress, I was assuming to get a better camera angle. It was beginning to piss me off when suddenly I felt my own rod, loosed long ago from my own fly, brush against his chubby toes. I inhaled suddenly at this new turn of events, but it was only a fraction of the astonishment I felt when his toes curled around my cock and squeezed hard.

I heard her laugh wickedly at my surprise.

Now we were both in rut as I deep throated his cock and he tickled my own between the toes of both feet as I thrusted. I actually came first, showering them with my seed. I think the combination of feeling me unload on his toes and the shrieks of Cynthia coming to her own orgasm loudly in his ears brought him off as I felt ropes of his thick cum shoot into my mouth and down my throat.

We all caught our breath and he giggled softly as I licked his feet clean.

Two days later he caught up with me in the hallway of the dorm. I was afraid only for a second when I saw he was blushing furiously and finding it difficult to look me in the eye.

"Hey Jack, listen. I just want to thank you for what you did for me and Cyn. It was really... great, and um... well? Thanks."

He leaned over and gave me a light peck on the cheek. My heart leaped in my chest and I realized I was in danger of falling for the kid.

"It was no problem, really! Anytime."

He looked back nervously and said... "Yeah, well I think we might take you up on that. Cyn told me to give you this"

He thrusted a paper bag into my hands and hurried away down the corridor.

I finally snapped back to reality and looked into the bag. Ten pack of condoms and a tube of k-y jelly.

I laughed out loud and heard my laugh echo through the hall.

This was going to be some crazy semester.

I'm sorry it's been so long since I wrote, sorrier still that the second "Man in Black" story (which is half finished) didn't get out first. Hopefully you'll be patient with me.

This story was inspired by a situation similar to that of the young star-crossed lovers in the story, but of course, I came up with my own happy resolution. In the "Life-Imitates-Art" category, after I had written the meat of the story, the two people that inspired it did a few things that eerily reminded me of the story...

All criticism is welcome... I really enjoyed the feedback I got from the last story, so send replies to dnaglenNofuckingspam@earthlink.net - Obviously you must edit that address accordingly. Make sure the word "Story" is in the subject line...

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