BUS TO BOSTON III
I really thought I'd have seen Shay by now, and believe me, I've tried to find him. I'm not certain where he is or what he's up to, but suffice to say his disappearance has definitely put a damper on my sexlife.
I broke up with my girlfriend a few months back and this month (April) had really been tough for me. My hormones were/are raging like crazy and I needed an outlet for my lust.
I'd skimmed the areas that I knew Shay hung out, including the cafe off Chinatown, but I still didn't find him.
So I'd retire to my dorm to whack off to straight and gay porn while my roommates were out and I'd fall asleep lusting after other kids at school, whatever their sex.
I go to an expensive college in Washington Square, Manhattan. I'm enrolled in Marketing classes and trying to fund my way through a bachelor's degree.
So I'm in one of the computer labs two weeks ago and the place is vacant. I'm finishing up a term paper and ALT-TABbing to porn when the feeling is right.
After about an hour I'm beat and horny and ready to leave. That's when Nate walks in.
I'm sure you know his type. He's about 5'6" with a perfect swimmer's build. Blond hair down to his shoulders. Bright, propane-blue eyes and a poor excuse for a soul patch on his bottom lip. The guy looked like a freshman, and probably didn't have much hair on his body.
Anyway, his name is Nate and I know this because I'd seen him (and fantasized about him) in one of my electives. I can't tell you his last name, because nobody knows he's gay. No one except for me, of course. Back to the story.
Nate walks in and takes a computer in the far right corner of the lab. It was just him and me in there now and I was wondering why he chose one so far from the door, with no seats behind or next to him. My assumption was one of two things: 1. He doesn't want to be disturbed while he works on his paper for class. 2. He needs some privacy while he works on...himself.
What Nate failed to realize is that there is a door right next to him which opens to a sophomore lab. Being a freshman, his ID Card won't open this door and the lab is closed for the night. Since I'm a Junior, I have access to the lab.
I walked out and pretended to leave so he was alone in the lab with access to the internet. Secretly, I swiped the Sophomore lab and left the lights off as I crept through to the back corner where the door connected to the adjacent room, right next to his desk.
Peeking in the window, I could see him flipping through the screens. He passed a few "men caught sleeping naked" sites, which I also like. (Know where I can find any?) and stopped on a home-made boys site. I think it was one of the ones where people collect webcam videos or photos of people taken with digital cameras, because they looked pretty amateur. You could imagine my surprise as the preppy shit who touted his womanizing skills in class to friends now scrolled through pictures of guys.
Peering down further, I could see his hand stroking his khaki-preppy crotch and a little dot of precum soaking through the front. I instantly got hard watching him molest his cock through his pants to picture after picture of amateur boy. Ducking back and reaching into my bag, I pulled out my digital camera and turned it on. I shut off the flash as it would be useless in the darkened room, pressed up against glass. Carefully, quietly, I snapped a few pictures and sat back against the door to see how they came out. The first one was blurry and had the diamond-shaped security thread of the window showing on it. The second was a perfect shot of the screen and the side of his face with his tongue out.
The third and fourth were the winners, though. I could see everything in the third: the screen, his face, and his hand, as it found its way to his zipper. The fourth showed him reaching deep into his pants to pull out his cock, a boy bent over on a campbed frozen on his screen.
I decided to take a bunch more as he pulled on his meat through is pants. It slipped out and was fully hard in seconds as my digital camera quietly caught the play-by-play.
After about thirty pictures, it started growing slick and Nate was breathing heavy. I knew I needed to get a perfect picture for the money shot. I swiped my card by the door between us and the light flashed green. Slowly, I turned the handle and pulled the door open inch-by-inch. I could see light through in one second, then I could make out his figure. Finally, I could see everything.
There I was, crouched inches from his rock-hard cock as he beat it to the teenage boys on the screen. The head of his cock started growing deep red and I could see his balls rise. I set the camera to rapid fire and laid on the snap button. Believe me when I say this but, I could be a photographer for National Geographic. A web spurted out, caught in four pictures by my camera. Then another splatted on his arm. He recoiled when he felt it hit, so the next one was aimed outward. It smacked hard against the bare boy's ass on the screen. A fourth jet dribbled down his hand and onto his khakis.
Nate sat there, exhausted, as I surveyed the beautiful scene. I knew I had to seize the moment further. I switched the camera from rapid fire to hi-rez with flash. I aimed and shot the best picture I've ever took. The screen, tilted upward, didn't catch the flash so I could see a perfect loop of cum dripping down the boy with the bunk-bed. Nate's cock softened in his hand which was buried in a layer of cum. His crotch was matted dark brown as the cum-soaked the khakis. The best part was that he saw the redeye reduction flash and looked right at the camera (shocked) when the picture took. I had it. Had everything I needed.
Nate's face went beet-red as he stuffed his cock in his pants.
"What'cha doing, Nate?" I asked.
"Er..." he said as he powered off the computer quickly and grabbed his things. "Finishing some homework."
"Homework? What is it, Sex Ed?"
"Funny, Trent."
I had to admit that I was warmed he knew my name. But when you think about it: a closet-fag in a classroom of female marketing students HAS to know your name.
"Where you going?"
"I gotta study," he stammered as he got up and quickly walked away. I noticed he kept his books in front of his crotch. Catching up with him in the hallway, I lectured playfully about leaving cum on a computer lab monitor.
"You know they have cameras in those labs. While they may not've been able to see you jerk off, they'll know it was you that...er...vandalized the screen."
"I gotta go, Trent."
Nate hurried to the front desk and dropped his freshman key to the deskworker three rooms away. He entered the stairwell and climbed two flights to his floor. I followed him with a huge smile on my face, my cock pressing hard against my jeans like a divining rod. It hadn't seen action in so long. It'd been months since me and the girlfriend had sex. Almost a year since I fucked Shay.
He was shaking as he put his key in his lock and I hurried up behind him. He opened the door and tried to close it, but I slipped my foot in and then pushed him out of the way.
"Does your girlfriend know you whack off to campies in bunkbeds?"
He didn't answer.
"Do your friends know you like watching guys sleeping naked? Like looking at boys who fell asleep with their cocks hanging out?" His eyes bulged as he realized I'd been there for a very long time.
"What are you going to do, Trent?"
A smile crept across my face.
"Me? I'm not going to do anything. As long as you do something for me..."
"Wh-what?" he whispered.
"Well, I like gettin' my cock sucked as much as you like whackin' off to gay porn in computer labs. So you're going to give me a blowjob whenever I ask."
"Why should I?"
"I'll tell on you. To your girlfriend. To your friends." I actually felt a little bad at this point, but I knew I had to be firm. Besides, my cock was doing the blackmail, not me.
"Th-they won't believe you." he whimpered. I merely held up my camera and smiled.
Nate sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. I walked forward to him and stopped, inches away from his head. I couldn't tell if he was crying or what, so I just stood there for a moment while he collected himself.
Suddenly, he through his hands up on my waistline and through red, wet eyes, begged me not to tell anyone.
"No one can know, Trent. Promise? Please, I beg you. Don't tell anyone."
"I won't," I said. "if..."
Nate sniffed to get the snot out of his nose and wiped his eye with one sleeve. The other still rested on my waistline, over my pocket. He swallowed and calmed down and stared at the front of my jeans which was clearly showing my hard-on through.
He composed himself and reached for my package, stroking it through my pants.
"I've never..." he stared. "I mean, I've wanted to, but I've never done it before."
"Just go easy. I'll let you know what to do."
Shay, who'd taught me well that first ride back from Boston, had instructed me on what a blowjob should feel like. I'd come a long way from then as I was no longer scared of a guy's touch...of his lips, his teeth, his tongue, his throat. I'd never been with anyone but Shay, but I had a feeling that Nate would be an eager learner.
Nate unbuckled my belt slowly as I rubbed his hair.
"And you promise not to tell."
"Yea, Nate. No one will know."
He unzipped my jeans and pulled them down with my boxers in a slow but steady move. They hung around my ankles as his eyes were glued to my cock.
I could see his excitement as his wet crotch tented quickly. I could feel his pulse quicken as I pushed his neck closer to me. He grabbed my cock with one hand and stroked it slowly two or three times. Suddenly, he swallowed it whole.
I don't think Nate had ever given a blowjob before, but MY GOD was he a natural. His other hand rested on my ass and squeezed as he let it all in until he was swallowing hair. He'd bob deep a few times then shallow while he worked my base with his other hand. When he went deep, he moved his hand to my balls and gently stroked and pulled on them.
The months of pent-up sexual depravity had removed any and all stamina I had. My knees buckled a minute in and I squeeked out "I'munna cum, Nate."
He swallowed it deep and licked me from underneath, keeping himself firmly planted around my cock.
The cum exploded in me as he sunk his fingers into my ass crack and hugged me as tight as he could. I was worried my cock was going to explode out the back of his head as spurt after spurt surged into his throat. His eyes watered and he moaned with pain and ecstasy as the cum poured out of me. After 7 or 8 strands, I felt dizzy and backed off. He reluctantly let go as my cock popped out of his throat and mouth.
"Holy fuck, Nate!" was all i could say.
Nate wiped his mouth and turned his attention to his own cock. He whipped it out and jerked it not more than twice before web after web of cum soaked into his shirt and jeans.
"Nice," was all I could say. Part of my upper hand in this little con was that he didn't now that I lusted after him as much as he lusted after me...and I couldn't let him onto this or I'd lose the control.
I pulled my jeans up and buckled my belt. Nate, spent, fell back on the bed and let his breathing calm down. When I was fully dressed, I started toward the door.
Nate leaned forward and stripped off his shirt and khakis. He had such a tight, firm, hairless body with a little patch of blond hair under each leg. At this point, I still hadn't seen his entire cock, balls or ass, but knew I would soon.
He threw his clothes into the hamper and walked over to me at the door.
"We have a deal, right?" he said. "All the blowjobs you want, and nobody knows."
"Ya, man. As long as you keep doing what you just did, your secret is safe with me."
He smiled and walked forward, pressing his body against mine. I had to be strong here (which caused a lot of pain and frustration). I pushed him back and said "Get the fuck away from me, fag. Just blowjobs, got it?"
Nate, looking hurt but understanding, turned his head downward as he walked back into his room toward his shared bathroom.
"You understand me?" I said.
"Yea, Trent."
"Good," I said.
I turned out the door and slammed it.
I almost collapsed on the other side. I wanted so bad to feel him pressed against me. I knew I had to be strong.
I walked away that day knowing I was going to have an amazing semester.
That was two weeks ago. I've visited him 16 times already.
I hoped you like reading the story as much as I enjoyed living it. Feel free to write: trent_81@hotmail.com. Let me know what you thinked, recommend some good picture links, etc.