Cato's Campus Experience

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My stories aim to be somewhat of a slow burn, with strong sexual subject matter counterbalanced by more sensual and romantic themes.

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Cato's Campus Experience

Chapter One

Cato let out a small sigh of relief as he pulled his truck into the parking lot of his new university dorm. The eight hour drive from his hometown did not fly by as he had hoped, so he was happy to finally stretch his legs and feel the cool yet refreshing September breeze.

Cato was born and raised in rural Ontario, Canada. Aged 19, he stood just over six feet tall and weighed 185-190 pounds. Cato led a very active life, he loved any form of outdoor activity. Between the years of playing hockey, a regular workout routine, and his mother's home cooking, he had achieved an impressive muscular physique which he took pride in.

He knew he was attractive. He'd been told many times during his high school years that all the girls wanted him, and how all the boys admired his dedication in the gym. Despite this, he always stayed humble and never accepted too much praise. His parents made sure to remind him that looks can only take a person so far, and to focus on exploring his many passions, which he did.

Cato's sexual life thus far was not as exciting as many would think. Though his body and demeanour exuded a sexual aura, he did not fully enjoy much of the sex he'd had throughout his high school years. He knew from an early age that he was attracted to men, but he was hesitant to explore very far into his homosexual side. The stigma surrounding that kind of thing was glaringly obvious in his rural high school setting. To avoid the extra headache and embarrassment that it might've caused, Cato only slept with girls, waiting until the summer after he'd graduated to begin experimenting with men.

Even so, Cato noticed while bantering with his high school buddies that they seemed to enjoy sex more than he did. At that age all the boys cared about was fucking the hottest chick so they could brag about it to their friends. Foreplay and intimacy was an afterthought for most.

It wasn't just the boys either, Cato became dissatisfied by his experiences with the local girls. They too would turn around and brag to their friends about how they banged the hottest guy in class. He was tired of being treated like a piece of meat. Yes his body was impressive, and he was blessed with a sizable package that would please any potential partner, but he longed for something else. Cato wanted someone who adored him, who appreciated his body but also his presence. Someone who after all is said and done, allowed him to be vulnerable and soft. He hoped that moving out of his small town would bring not only opportunity and valued life experience, but a chance to love and learn.

...

Cato grabbed the last of his luggage and closed the tailgate of his truck before heading back inside the dorm building. He had already received his room key from the front desk and had taken multiple trips from his truck to unload everything. The dorms were... uninspiring. Though he was excited to be accepted into a rather prestigious university, they had obviously hired a good photographer for the online tour. The building was starting to show its age.

Cato was assigned to an all men's dorm. It was one of the older suite-style buildings where every student had their own personal bedrooms, with every four students sharing a kitchen and living area adjacent to their rooms. The hallways were confusing, but when Cato found his suite he helped himself in and found he was the first to arrive.

He unpacked, made his bed, and decorated the walls with posters from his room back home. Once he was settled in he decided to familiarise himself with the rest of his surroundings. He scanned the laundry room, the gym, and then the lounge. A few boys were already there chatting, making use of the pool table or playing foosball.

Back in his dorm Cato still saw no sign of his roommates. He'd worked up a sweat from moving his things inside, and thought it'd be worth scoping out the bathrooms and showers.

The bathroom was massive, meant to be shared by everyone living on that floor. A centre wall divided the room in two, with rows of urinals and stalls on one side, and shower cubicles on the other. Cato chuckled to himself, the sight was straight out of an old-school porno. Tired and with nothing left to do until his new roommates arrived, he decided to take a shower while it was freshly cleaned from the summer break.

Cato returned with a towel and began to undress. He was feeling a little anxious, his mind playing scenarios of how he'd make good first impressions on his roommates and new friends. He turned the shower on to let it warm up then continued undressing, placing his clothes in a neat pile on the centre bench along with his watch and chain. Cato stepped into the shower, releasing a deep exhale as the hot water soothed his skin. He was the only one in the room but he pulled the translucent privacy curtain across the shower anyway. He relaxed, feeling the stress of the day wash away with the dirt and sweat.

He wet his hair, it was the typical "hockey hair" cut, a wavy texture & deep chestnut brown in colour, which turned almost black under the running water. His body hair was the same, a light covering across his muscular chest, continuing in a line straight down his abdomen, eventually fanning out into a healthy bush of curls at the base of his junk. Although Cato normally likes to keep his face clean-shaven, he prefers to leave the rest of his body hair in its natural state, aside from the occasional manscaping to keep his pubes from running wild.

Cato then begins to lather up with some soap. He raises his heavy arms above his head one by one, and rubs some soap into the thick brown patches of fur in his pits, normally hidden away by his sculpted biceps. The soap starts to trickle down over his lats as he moves on to clean his package. Cato lifts one leg slightly and steps onto the raised edge of the shower cubicle, his flaccid dick and heavy balls swing briefly before coming to rest against one of his massive legs. If there ever was a part of his body that Cato would catch himself bragging about, it would be his quads and glutes. And for good reason, the years of skating and snowboarding have sculpted his upper legs and ass as though they were carved from marble by an ancient sculptor.

Cato continued, lathering up his dick and balls with soap. He is circumcised, but the skin on his shaft isn't too tight like he'd seen from some other cut guys in porn. When soft his penis is just under five inches long, and thick enough that if anyone saw they would likely tease him thinking he had a chub. It is framed by a bush of curly brown pubes and rests on an impressive pair of nuts the size of small eggs, which now hang low due to the hot steam.

Still in his head thinking of what the day might bring, Cato quickly lathers his muscular ass and then turns to wash away the soap and shampoo, enjoying the feeling of the heat loosening up his body. After he finished washing up, he drew the shower curtain open and dried off with a towel, stopping to shake the water out of his ears. Cato got dressed; He only had time to put on his socks, boxer briefs, and chain before the door across the room burst open. Two boys filed through, their loud discussion echoing through the bathroom.

"-and why would they make that chick our RA? She ain't easy to look at and seems like a real teacher's pet. It'll be as hard for us as it is for her", said one boy. The other one chimed in, "baha, I know right?"

Their conversation continued, the sound of a piss stream hitting a urinal filled the room, followed by another. Cato rolled his eyes, the wall separating the two sides of the room obstructed his view of the boys, but he could hear them all the same. Once he finished getting dressed he put on his watch and quickly checked his hair in the mirror before turning to leave. On his way out Cato passed by the boys, their conversation pausing for a moment.

"Hey Boss", said one of the boys, still standing at the urinals with his friend. He gave Cato a quick once-over and his face contorted slightly, giving a sheepish expression.

"Hi", Cato gave a quick half smile and continued on to his room.

On his way back, Cato worried slightly that the boys here would be just like the ones from his high school. Fun, but not exactly socially adept. After a moment though, he realised he should cut them some slack. Not everyone had as good of an upbringing as him. His parents were smart, they made sure he spent lots of time outdoors & encouraged him to stay engaged in various social circles and clubs. Cato also had a gap year between high school and university, which gave him some more time to grow compared to the kids who got there fresh out of high school. All of this on top of his large stature and aesthetic build made Cato fear that the other guys might be intimidated or hesitate to make friends with him.

The thought quickly left Cato's mind though as he opened his door to find one of his roommates had moved in. In front of him was Matthew, a massive heavy-set guy who towered over Cato. He was also 19, but stood at six foot five inches tall and easily weighed over 250 pounds. He had short blond hair and seemed like the kind of guy the vikings would send to knock down a building. Surprised at first, Cato made a friendly introduction and offered to help Matt move his things into his room. Matthew accepted and the two chatted while unpacking.

Cato quickly discovered that Matt was a really friendly guy. He had a full scholarship from the school and flew halfway across the country to play on the football team. But his look was entirely deceiving. Matt was as soft as a teddy bear and had a heart of gold. All he wanted was to spend his downtime watching anime, or eating the thousands of calories that his coach had ordered him to. Matt was straight, and by the sound of it he hadn't had much experience in bed so far. His intimidation factor faded quickly the more Cato talked with him, and the two seemed to get along as friends just fine.

Cato left Matt to unpack his things. He made his way back to the shared living room and fiddled with the tv in an attempt to get it working. After a few minutes Cato heard the sound of someone struggling with their keys in the hallway, followed by a quick knock on the door.

Cato opened the door, finding a boy on the other side. The boy fumbled with his keys a second more before they both locked eyes. Cato smiled while the boy's expression turned to one of slight confusion.

"Oh", The boy stood up straight. "I thought this was my room."

"It might be? We're still waiting on a couple guys here", Cato replied.

"No, I came with my friends. We're all staying together, room 312?"

Cato leaned his head into the hall. Both boys breaking eye contact to look at the plaque beside the door. It read 302.

"Ugh, my bad man, long day." The boy exclaimed, shaking his head. He looked down the hall towards his dorm. Students and their supervisors were slowly gathering to exchange pleasantries and foster conversation. "I'm Omar by the way", the boy said, turning back to face Cato with a smile.

"I'm Cato, nice to meet you." Cato then offered a handshake.

Omar stifled a laugh at Cato's formality and accepted the handshake. Cato noted the softness of the boy's hand compared to his own.

"Well, since you know where I'm staying you should come hang tonight. My buddies are eager to start partying, we've been studying through the summer."

"Sounds like a plan, I'll stop by. Mind if my roomie comes with?" Cato asked with some enthusiasm.

"Yeah the more the merrier!", Omar said before turning to leave.

Cato got a good look at Omar as he walked away, before closing the door and retreating back inside. He sat on the cheap couch that came with their living area and finally got the TV to work. As he flipped through the channels he thought of Omar, satisfied that their chance encounter went smoothly.

Omar was shorter than Cato. Aged 18, he stands five foot six inches tall and weighs no more than 150 pounds. He has a slender yet toned build but with some meat where it counts. Omar had soft features and an olive skin tone owing to his Iraqi heritage. He sported medium-length black hair which coiled naturally into loose curls, making him appear taller than he really was. At least while clothed, he seemed to have little to no body hair. His arms were smooth and his face was kept clean of any attempt at a moustache or beard.

Omar was more of a cute boy than a handsome one, his soft features and endearing expressions made him warm and approachable. His demeanour was innocent, he enjoyed life and cherished the company of others. The boys his age would easily gravitate towards him, sensing no competition of any kind. His cadence reflected that as well, as he spoke with enough confidence to hold his own in conversation while staying considerate of others.

Sitting there lost in thought, Cato wondered if Omar might be gay. He wasn't exactly sure why, but something about the boy had tipped him off. Cato's experience with gay men was limited, if there were any in his previous school they never made a move on him and they surely wouldn't have mentioned it out in the open. But something about Omar had piqued his curiosity. Maybe it was the way he held his gaze a little longer than most, Cato wasn't sure.

"I'll just ask him." Cato thought to himself, his mind going blank momentarily. "Why do I care? Is that not a little creepy?" His mind raced once more. The image of Omar walking to his room popped into his head, Omar's ass filled out his sweatpants nicely as he walked with his luggage trailing behind him. Cato felt a warm pulse go through his dick, prompting him to adjust himself.

Clearing his head Cato rose from the couch, turning off the TV which had been filling the dorm with the noise of a trashy reality series. He walked back towards the bedrooms and found Matthew sorting through a pile of clothes on his bed. The room looked comically small with Matt standing in the middle of it.

"That our new roomie?" Matt asked, focused on unpacking his clothes.

"No, It's a guy from down the hall... He says they're eager to party. We can join them if you'd like?"

"I'm down if you're down brother!"

The two piled into Cato's truck. Matt barely squeezed in, his head grazing the vehicle's ceiling. They decided to visit the nearest liquor store before it was picked clean by all of the students. They then toured their local area for a while to get familiarized with the city.

...

Hours later the pair returned to the campus with cases of beer in hand. The orange glow of the setting sun shined brilliantly on their skin. Cato held the door open for Matt as they entered their building, cracking a joke which made Matt's hearty laughter bounce off the walls of the lobby.

The building was lively now, the hallways full of loud boys talking over each other. Once the pair shuffled their way through the crowd, they entered their dorm to find their other roommates had finally moved in.

The party already started here by the looks of it. One of their roommates was screaming wildly at a soccer game, the other sat motionless on the couch with a bong at his feet. Cato & Matt made quick introductions with their new roommates, skipping past much of the small talk as the four got a good feel for each other within minutes. Cato & Matt retired to their rooms to change outfits and prepare for the party.

"Where we off to now?" Matt asked, using his keys to open his first case of beer.

"312, just down the hall... Need help carrying one of those?" Cato responded, gesturing to Matt's large cases of beer.

"Nah bro I'm all good, these get lighter as you drink em'. Let's get a move on!"

Matt cracked open a tall can of beer and chugged it within seconds, tossing the empty can in the recycling bin. Cato gave a worried look before moving towards the door. He hoped Matt wasn't a lightweight, however unlikely the idea. The thought of having to drag Matt back to his room made him uneasy.

Walking through the hall now, Cato found the correct room and made his way inside. It was impossible to miss due to the sea of boys that were spilling out into the hallway. The room was packed, the air already hot with the smell of hops from dozens of drunk boys trying to yell over the blaring music. Cato tried to remain inconspicuous while he looked for a familiar face. It was difficult given the giant who followed closely behind him.

The party was overstimulating to say the least. Both boys could tell that the only way they would enjoy themselves was to get as hammered as everyone else. Cato shot a knowing look at Matt. They both cracked open a fresh beer, tapped their cans together, and shouted "Cheers!" before downing their drinks.

This went on for a while. Matt eventually split away from Cato, joining a fellow football player on the couch to sing along to the music. Cato was enjoying the buzz, he made conversation with random boys, explaining his backstory again and again. The occasional compliment or bicep squeeze from various guys stroked his ego, and he let himself enjoy it given the circumstance.

At last he spotted Omar weaving through the sea of people. He was so small compared to the other guys that he looked like a pinball being tossed around in the crowd. Cato trained his eye on him and eventually caught up, turning Omar towards him with one hand on his shoulder. Omar's surprise melted away to reveal a genuine smile.

"Cato, I'm glad you made it!" He shouted into Cato's ear.

"Yeah, thanks for having us dude. What a turnout. Want a beer?" Cato offered a tall can in Omar's direction, the dancing boys surrounding them almost pinning the two together.

"I'm good, thanks, I've got one on the go." Omar held up a hard iced tea, the tangy scent came off his breath with each word.

"Alright man no problem. Hey, why don't you come over here with me? It's packed."

"Sure thing."

The two made their way to the kitchen, Cato leading Omar forward with one steady hand resting on his hip. The kitchen was also packed full with people, but with just enough room for Cato to clear an area so the two could talk. Omar leans back into the kitchen corner, now with a place to put his drink. Cato stands opposite of him with his back to the party, ensuring they had a couple feet of space to themselves.

"Thank you." Omar says, showing the same warm smile as before.

Maybe it's the drink, but Cato can't help but admire the boy standing in front of him. He notices Omar's deep brown eyes which sparkle as he looks up at him. He fixates on the boy's lips for a moment, they look soft and juicy, still a little wet from the last sip of his drink. Without thinking, Cato instinctively raises his hand. His fingers come to rest under the boy's jaw while his thumb trails across his cheek and down to the corner of his mouth. Cato makes eye contact once more, noticing Omar's pleading expression. His hand falls away.

Neither of the boys make any mention of the touch. Cato tries his best to salvage their conversation and they continue talking long into the night. They discuss their hometowns, their passions & hobbies, and their expectations for the school year.

Before either of them could realise, the night had grown old. The music played softly now and the trickle of students leaving the party left only Cato, Matt, Omar, and his three roommates who were now sluggishly beginning to clean.

Their pleasant exchange was suddenly interrupted. A visibly drunk Matt connected his phone to the speaker and started blasting Sweet Caroline at full volume.

"Good times neverrr seemed so gooood" Matt's slurred words reverberated throughout the dorm. He continued, slumping into the couch and using an empty can as a microphone.

"Is he with you?" Omar asked, staring at the scene before turning to look at Cato.

"Yup."

Cato let out an exasperated sigh. He hoisted Matt off of the couch and the three of them made their way back to Cato & Matt's dorm. The trip couldn't have been more than 50 feet, but each step felt like a lifetime as Cato and Omar each held one of Matt's arms over their shoulders. Cato did most of the work, he had to since Omar was struggling under the weight of Matt's arm alone.

Matt swayed and sang the entire way back, his voice booming down the now empty halls. He seemed to have a moment of clarity when passing by the bathrooms, as he insisted on taking a piss before bed. Cato rolled his eyes and let him go, Matt nearly falling face-first as he stumbled through the bathroom doors. Cato & Omar shared a silent moment outside the room, waiting for him to return. Matt used the urinal and let out a long sigh of relief. The sound of Matt relieving himself may as well have come from a horse. Omar let out a giggle which caused Cato to hide his smile.

Once Matt returned they finished guiding him to his bed. Matt sprawled across his half-finished laundry and fell asleep almost immediately. His face was flushed red from the night's many drinks. Cato closed Matt's bedroom door behind him and turned to face Omar, who covered his mouth concealing a yawn.

Taking the hint, Cato walked to the living room to send Omar off, thanking him for hosting the party and for helping with the drunk Matt. When their conversation failed to end, Cato sat to rest on the couch, spreading his legs and resting his arms behind his head. Omar followed suit and sat on the couch beside him before yawning once more. Exhausted, he shifted positions to lay down across the couch, his head coming to rest on Cato's lap. Cato didn't mind, in fact he appreciated the intimacy. The warmth coming from the boy's body was comforting.

They continued their discussion from where it left off. Alone now they both became more vulnerable, touching on their different upbringings and insecurities. Cato would stare out the window and speak while Omar looked up at him from below. Omar studied Cato's face, admiring his features. His jaw partially obstructed from view by his muscular pecs. Omar stopped listening a while ago. Transfixed on the body in front of him his eyes moved from Cato's chest to his arms, which were still resting behind his head displaying his meaty biceps. Omar stared at the armpit hair sprouting from the ends of Cato's sleeves.

Cato shifted in his seat. He brought his arms down mid-sentence, resting one on the edge of the couch. The other came down and found Omar's arm which was draped across his torso. His hand followed Omar's arm, the feeling of their skin gliding past each other gave them both a tingling sensation. Cato's hand eventually found Omar's own, his fingers sliding into the spaces between Omar's before locking in place, holding his hand firmly. Omar took the opportunity to shift his position as well. He held Cato's hand close to his chest and raised his head momentarily to find a more comfortable spot. For the brief moment his head was raised he felt the cool air soothe the side of his face that had been nestled in Cato's lap.

Omar brought his head back down against Cato and felt a rhythmic pulsating heat which radiated through the fabric of the boy's pants. Omar's eyes widened at the realisation. He pushed himself up from Cato's lap and turned to face him at eye level. The sudden movement startled Cato and he lost his train of thought, his eyes meeting Omar's gaze.

"Are you hard?"

The air left Cato's body and a silence filled the room for a moment. He failed to notice, but his dick was throbbing with an excitement and vigor he wasn't used to. The weight lifted from his lap made his penis jump with each heartbeat.

Still visibly startled, the growing silence was deafening. All Cato could say was "Yeah..."

Their eyes still locked together, Omar could read the strange mix of fear, embarrassment, excitement, and lust which poured from Cato's expression. He reasoned that he should lead with his body and not his mind, hoping to ease Cato's tension.

"Is it because of me?"

"Yeah... I think so."

"...Can you show me?"

Omar gave the same pleading look from before. He moved his hand to rub Cato's thigh, his fingers grazing the tip of Cato's penis through his pants. Cato inhaled sharply at the sensation and closed his eyes. The warmth from the alcohol buzz compounded his desire. The feeling of the boy's hand on his thigh gave him goosebumps. Now thinking with his dick, he knew he couldn't hold out any longer and decided to let go of his inhibitions.

Without saying a word, Cato lifted his hips from the couch, causing Omar's hand to fall away. He unbuckled his belt before sliding his pants down to his ankles, requiring an extra push to get them past his muscular calves. Sitting back on the couch, his dick had formed a tent in his briefs. Omar watched in anticipation. The throbbing of Cato's cock was more visible now through the thin fabric of his underwear. Omar watched as Cato reached for the waistband of his briefs and started to peel them from his body.

"Let me do it." Omar stated eagerly, his desire taking hold of him too.

Omar got up from the couch and moved directly across from Cato, dropping to his knees in front of where Cato sat.

Cato stared into his eyes for a second, meeting the boy's lustful gaze. Cato rose from the couch and stood tall in front of him, his bulge nearly eclipsing the boy's face. He looked down at the boy below him who knelt there ready to serve. Omar's submissive position excited him.

Omar slid his hands up Cato's hairy thighs until he reached the waistband of his briefs. He peeled them down slowly, savouring every second. First he saw Cato's bush as it peeked through the top of his briefs. The elastic waistband caught slightly, encountering resistance at the base of Cato's hard penis. Omar continued, pulling down some more with a wild smile. His grin turned to shock as more of Cato's dick was revealed, eventually springing to life, freed from its cotton prison.

Cato's briefs hit the floor and he stepped out of his clothes, kicking them aside. His cock bounced for a moment in front of Omar's face whose jaw was left wide open from the surprise.

"You're huge..." Omar muttered under his breath, his eyes glued to Cato's package.

Cato's balls were hanging low in the shadow of his cock, still warm from the heat of their closeness. Omar raised a hand, his soft fingers cupping the magnificent sack in front of him. Cato's dick stood at attention mere inches from his face.

"Will you let me suck it?"

Omar looked up at Cato, amazed. He watched as a smirk developed on Cato's face, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

"Please." Cato replied in a polite but commanding tone.

Omar trained his eyes back on Cato's penis. It was between seven and eight inches long and rock hard. The tip of his dick was perky and a beautiful pink. However large the tip was, it appeared small in comparison to the impressive girth of his shaft.

Omar felt up Cato's balls some more, massaging them as though they were a pair of oversized marbles. Cato exhaled through his nose and let out a quiet groan, "Mmmh."

Omar raised his free hand and curled his fingers around Cato's shaft. He started from the base of the penis and jerked him slowly, adding some torque to maximize Cato's pleasure. After a few strokes he held the dick tighter, increasing the pace slightly. He made sure to stroke the full length from the base to the tip, causing a crystal clear bead of precum to ooze from Cato's dick.

Entranced, Omar moved his thumb to spread the precum around the underside of the cock. The feeling of Omar's fingers gliding across his dick with the help of the slick precum made Cato shudder as he let out another grunt, "Ufff."

His legs tensed with each stroke and he quickly oozed some more. Another slimy droplet of precum formed at the tip of his dick. Cato was loving it, his body burning with renewed energy. He felt a sweat starting to break around the small of his back, his t-shirt sticking to him. In one motion he peeled off his shirt and tossed it aside, left wearing nothing but his socks and jewelry.

Omar watched as Cato threw his shirt away. His abs now on full display were rippling with each breath, which aroused Omar even more. He continued stroking him with an ever increasing pace. The stream of precum coming from Cato's dick started to fall in clear strings towards the floor. Before it could though, Omar caught it with his tongue and followed the oozing string of precum back to the source. His tongue now rested on the bottom of Cato's thick shaft.

The sweet and salty taste bombarded Omar's tastebuds. The scent of a strong man, soap, sweat, and skin was intoxicating. Almost instinctively he closed his mouth around the head. Closing his eyes he used his tongue to explore Cato's dick, enamoured by its distinct flavour.

Cato couldn't help but buck his hips in reaction to the warm tongue wrapped around his cock. The movement made him slide a couple inches further into the boy's mouth. Focused on his pleasure he didn't bother to keep quiet as he let out a deep "Ohhh". Cato threw his head back in ecstasy as Omar's mouth worked the first inches of his dick.

Quickly his demeanor changed though. Looking down at Omar, Cato's smirk was replaced by a serious look. He ran his fingers through Omar's loose curls, resting his hands on the back of his head. Cato raised an eyebrow and simply asked "You ready then?"

Omar looked up at Cato with his deep brown eyes. He replied with a muffled "Mhm", his mouth never leaving the dick that preoccupied him. Cato felt the boy's response vibrate through his meat, showing a sly grin once more.

Immediately Cato began thrusting his hips. Slowly at first, he made sure to keep Omar's head in place with steady hands. Now experiencing the full length of Cato's penis, Omar gagged before quickly adjusting his throat and resuming a generous suction. He braced himself by holding onto Cato's hefty quads, which flexed in synchrony with each slow and methodical stroke.

Omar's heart beat fast with excitement. His senses were overwhelmed by the display of masculinity before him. His mouth never felt so full, yet the feeling was so satisfying. Cato picked up the pace, small vocalizations escaping him with each thrust. Omar sat there drowning in pleasure. The slight pull on his hair from Cato's fingers, the sensation of a man's cock opening his throat, it was pure bliss.

Cato fucked the boy's face some more before suddenly pulling out, sounding a quick pop as Omar's lips broke the suction. Cato held firmly onto Omar's hair with one hand, the other coming up beneath his chin, tilting his head to look at him. A line of spit bridged the gap Between Omar's mouth and Cato's cock.

Omar's eyes were glazed over as he caught his breath, while Cato's stare conveyed an eager determination. Cato fell back onto the couch with a thud, his hand still grasping Omar's hair, causing the boy to fall forward onto all fours. Cato's wet cock glistened and slowly fell to one side as it throbbed. He spread his legs wide and gave Omar a gentle tug. "It's your turn now." Cato said playfully. He let out a cathartic exhale before pointing his dick towards Omar's mouth with his spare hand.

Without saying a word Omar crawled forward, his knees dug into the carpet floor as he brought his hands up to rest on Cato's hips. His gaze travelled from Cato's face, down past his chest and abs, and finally to the dick being guided towards him.

Omar took a deep breath and buried his face into Cato's crotch, feeling the lubricated shaft slide deep down his throat. He bottomed out at the base of Cato's cock, his nose picking up the musk from Cato's bush. "Fuck Yeah!" Cato howled, his hands finding the back of Omar's head once more. Omar held there for a moment, enjoying the totality and fullness. The strain from throating this large dick made him salivate even more now, a trail of drool making its way down Cato's balls.

"Don't forget about my nuts now", Cato spread his legs even wider, his sack hanging lower.

Omar followed his instructions, taking one hand off Cato's hips to massage his balls. The heat and loose skin sticking to his hands.

"Mmmmh. Good boy." Cato teased

The words gave Omar butterflies. He arched his back and continued to suck Cato's cock fervently. Cato used one hand to guide Omar's head up and down on his dick. He then leaned forward, his spare hand running down Omar's back over his shirt, before sliding under his sweats and gripping one of his smooth ass cheeks.

"Mhm" Omar let out another muffled moan, this time an octave higher. The feeling of Cato's calloused hands squeezing his ass made his hole twitch. His dick was still only chubbed, but his own precum now left a small dark patch on his sweatpants.

This continued for a few minutes, their moans growing louder. Omar worked Cato's cock and balls skillfully whilst Cato gripped Omar's hair and grabbed his ass, occasionally skimming a finger near his hole. Cato then pulled out again, lifting Omar off of his dick, the two of them panting.

"You're a horny bugger huh? How'd you get so good at that?"

Omar ignored the question, he watched as a bead of sweat trickled from behind Cato's ear and down his neck, eventually getting caught in his chest hair. A silent moment passed as they both caught their breath.

"I want you to fuck me... please.", Omar begged between breaths.

Cato read the sincere desire on the boy's face. He let go of Omar's hair and then grabbed the boy's shirt, lifting it up over his arms and tossing it aside. He observed Omar for a moment, noticing the bounce in his curls as they were set loose from his shirt. He had some visible body hair now, not nearly as much as Cato, but a light dusting on his chest and pits. His body was toned but not muscular. Cato reached out with one hand and pinched the boy's nipple.

"Come here." he commanded.

Omar complied and shuffled forward, before Cato grabbed him and held him close. Their bare chests were together now, Cato's hard dick radiating heat between them. Cato held Omar's face in his hands, then leaned in and plunged his tongue into Omar's mouth. Omar shut his eyes, feeling Cato's tongue melt like butter against his own. He raised his hands to match Cato's, the both of them caressing each other's face.

The two melted into each other some more, passionately making out and feeling each other with curious hands. Occasionally Omar would break away and kiss Cato's neck, his tender lips and soft touch exploring his athletic body. The residual taste of sweat and old cologne filled his mouth. Cato smelled clean from his earlier shower, but the smell of sex had begun to rise from his skin. At the same time Cato would grind his dick against Omar's abdomen and bulge, feeling the wet patch of precum through Omar's sweats. He could taste his own dick on Omar's tongue which excited him more.

The smacking sounds of their kissing halted as Cato pulled away, licking his lips. He grabbed Omar's hair once more and pushed him down. In response Omar backed away and settled back into his submissive position, again on all fours and arching his back. Cato stuck his thumb into Omar's mouth, who obeyed and began to suck it, lubing it up. He did the same with his index finger, watching as the boy wet it with a hungry look.

Cato motioned to his dick. Omar got the message and moved to resume sucking him, one hand clasping the base of his cock, the other cupping his balls. Omar knew his place, he no longer needed Cato's guiding hand to show him his preferred tempo.

As his cock was being worked, Cato leaned forward again. This time he tugged on Omar's sweats, stripping his pants and underwear down under the boy's thighs. Omar felt the open air on his ass, then flinched at the feeling of Cato's fingers circling his hole, still wet with his own spit.

Omar shuddered, letting out one long moan as Cato's fingers teased and prodded the opening of his boy hole. Cato continued, circling the hole and sticking the tip of his index finger inside which caused Omar to pull off of his dick and whimper. In response Cato used his free hand to gently tap the boy's face with his cock, reminding him to focus on his job.

Omar planted his mouth back on Cato's dick, taking it to the base and getting another whiff of the boy's bush. Cato teased him some more, pushing deeper with his finger until the boy squirmed. Omar's suppressed moans were vibrating the cock that filled his throat.

Cato pulled out his finger, the boy's hole gaped momentarily before puckering. He switched to his thumb, encountering heavy resistance before pushing through, feeling Omar close tightly around him.

Omar shuddered again, "Nghhh". He leaned back into a deeper arch, enveloping more of Cato's thumb. Cato explored with his fingers, prodding the boy's insides. Both of them were leaking precum now, Cato's being quickly lapped up by Omar's tongue, while Omar's pooled in the front of his sweatpants.

Cato didn't have to tease him for long. After a few minutes Omar was lowering himself on and off of Cato's fingers, sucking him all the while. Soon Cato's hand grew tired, and he felt his balls tighten in Omar's grip as the first pleasure waves of orgasm pulsed across his body.

Not wanting the night to end too quickly, he pulled his finger's from the boy's ass and gave it a playful smack across one cheek. Cato then pulled the eager cocksucker from his dick and rose from the couch. His dick still hard as a rock and throbbing, the tip growing and shrinking slightly with each heartbeat.

Omar admired his work, satisfied. His throat was already sore from the girth. It was worth it just to see this magnificent dick hang in front of his face. The slippery mix of spit and precum made it sparkle under the harsh dorm lighting.

"Come on, get up."

Omar stood up and wiped his mouth with his forearm. His pants and underwear falling the rest of the way to his ankles. The boys faced each other, their size difference more apparent now that they were standing. Cato reached down and took Omar's exposed penis into his hand. The boy's chub stiffened at the touch, it was five inches hard and thinner than Cato's, also circumcised and framed by a light dusting of black pubes. He gave a few gentle tugs and precum oozed out of the boy's cock. He reached around to lay his free hand on Omar's ass, pulling him closer.

Cato had to bend his knees slightly to reach Omar's lips. He brought his hand up from the boy's cock to move the hair from his face. Their lips clashed together once more as the two wrestled each other's tongues, Cato too exhilarated to notice his strong grip leaving red marks on the boy's ass.

Eventually the two broke the kiss and stared into each other's eyes for a moment. The world around them seemed to fall silent.

"Stay the night?", Cato asked softly. The dominant, animalistic expression he'd donned minutes earlier had fallen away. The two of them simply observed each other with intimate and vulnerable looks.

"Of course." Omar's warm smile returned, he gave Cato a quick peck on the lips. "You haven't fucked me like I asked."

Cato laughed, his sly grin taking back his face. Omar kicked the rest of his clothes from his feet and rested his arms up behind Cato's neck. Cato bent his knees and grabbed behind Omar's legs, hoisting him up in one fluid motion so he could carry him. Omar wrapped his legs around Cato's back as he carried him to his bedroom, the two exploring each other's mouths again along the way.

...

Cato pried open his bedroom door and backed in, carrying Omar in his arms. The room was in complete darkness except for the dim moonlight, the blinds still drawn open from the day before. Their lips parted ways as Cato flung Omar onto his bed. Omar giggled as he landed, spreading out across the crisp, cool sheets.

Cato felt around under his bed for the storage bin he brought with him. Once found he rummaged through his things, tossing aside a fleshlight, towels, and various toys that he liked to use when he was alone. He emerged holding a pack of condoms, a 16oz bottle of lube, and a large silicone cock ring. He set his things on the nightstand, about to tear open a condom with his teeth when Omar raised a hand to his abdomen.

"Go raw... I want you raw."

Cato lowered the metallic packaging from his teeth. "You sure?"

"I want to feel all of you." Omar reached out and stroked Cato's cock, the drying spit allowing for better friction as he jerked him.

Cato put the condom back in its box and tossed it under the bed. He grabbed Omar by the legs and positioned him on his back at the edge of the bed. He reached for his nightstand and grabbed the lube & cock ring.

"May I?" Omar curled a finger around the cock ring.

"This one's too small. I'll stay hard anyway, don't worry.", "I like to put it over my nuts to weigh them down..." Cato answered, scratching his head.

Omar nodded and took the ring. Cato's cock rested on Omar's wrist as he stretched the silicone ring wide to let Cato's balls fall through one after the other. Omar let go and watched as they hung low and heavy, the added weight of the cock ring left Cato's nuts swinging between his thighs.

Cato adjusted his stance wider, opening the bottle of lube and squeezing a line of the translucent white liquid down the length of his shaft. Omar lent a helping hand and spread the lube around Cato's dick, which made him release a shallow breath.

Cato dragged him closer, positioning the boy's legs over his broad shoulders. His lubed cock resting on top of the boy's own. Their roles were obvious. The muscled hockey stud was built to breed, anyone could see that. And comparatively the smaller boy was looking eager to submit.

Cato squirted a dollop of lube onto his hand and reached down. He spread the boy's ass cheeks apart and slathered the lube around his hole. The cold liquid made Omar gasp. Cato prodded the puckered boy hole with the tip of his middle finger. Omar backed into it, the first digit slipping in, signaling to Cato that he was more than ready.

He bent his knees and lined up his cock, sliding his tip along the entrance of Omar's hole as if to tease. Omar braced himself, arms up above his head gripping the bed, biting his lip in anticipation.

Cato pushed forward, the head of his penis slowly opening Omar's ass before suddenly popping in, stopping at the beginning of his shaft. Omar winced from the stinging sensation, though it quickly subsided. Replaced with pleasure as his hole adjusted to accommodate the dick.

Cato's head began to spin. The feeling of the boy's hole tightly enveloping his cockhead with a warm suction made his body hum with energy. He felt a tingle in his legs, in his balls. Some sort of primal reward system shot dopamine through his veins, urging him to keep going.

He pushed in some more, the first few inches of his dick meeting the warmth of the boy's insides. Omar covered his mouth to muffle his squeals. The thickness of Cato's cock dilated his hole more than ever before. The lubricated dick steadily filled him. He felt as his ass rearranged itself, repurposed for receiving cock.

Cato practically fell into the boy, his dick ramming the rest of the way in. His heels lifted from the floor as his balls squished against Omar's rear. As he bottomed out balls deep in the boy, he felt Omar's legs shake over his shoulders. Omar strained and let out a yelp, his arms gripping the bed sheets hard.

Suddenly the pain subsided as Cato started to pull away. A wave of pleasure overcame Omar as he felt the dick slowly exit his body. He let go of his grip on the bed as his arms fell limp beside him, his eyes rolling back with euphoria.

Cato watched as the boy hole gripped his dick on his way out. He could barely compose himself from the sensation, It was as though the boy's ass was trying to milk him dry. The warmth and suction was stimulating on an entirely different level than the cheap pocket pussies he'd gotten used to over the summer.

He watched as Omar lay there groaning. The sight of a man submitting to him, legs thrown over his chiseled shoulders, sparked a fire inside Cato. The years of lifting at the gym and skating down ice rinks had built up his strength. Every fibre in each muscle was poised to put on a show.

Cato held a firm grip of the boy's hips and began to thrust. Slowly at first, his strokes were long and deep. He wanted to feel the pleasure on every square inch of his cock. Its sheer volume opening the boy wider, the powerful grip milking his precum each time he pulled away.

Both boys could barely say a word, their thoughts obliterated by the immense pleasure they were giving each other. The sex heated the air around them. Cato tuned his ears to the high pitched moaning and the snapping sounds of their lubricated bodies coming together. He thrusted slowly for a long while, then planted himself deep once more and shifted his stance.

Cato raised one leg up onto the bed frame and leaned forward. He slid his hands up from the boy's hips and held him by his torso, his face now suspended over the boy's body. He started to fuck again, much faster now. The higher angle of attack made his dick slide against Omar's prostate with each thrust.

Omar cried out, his entire body moving from the power of each stroke. He grabbed his own dick and balls and pulled them out of Cato's way. The stimulation of his prostate made him melt into the bed as the sensation washed over him.

Omar was staring at the ceiling, stars floating in his vision, before tilting his head to look at the mountain of muscle taking him from behind.

"Make me your bitch... I'm your bitch, just fucking use me."

Cato took his eyes off of the action to meet Omar's stare. He watched as the momentum from each thrust propagated through the boy's body. Before he could respond, Cato pried the boy's hands from his junk and guided them on to his own abs.

"Stop touching yourself, I'll get you off." ... "Keep your hands on me."

Omar fulfilled Cato's demands, ignoring his own dick which leaked precum as it bounced. He kept his hands fixed on Cato's body, grazing his fingertips across his abs, exploring the musculature of his lats and pecs, playfully pinching his nipples.

Cato sounded a low growl as the boy's hands danced across his body. His dick twitched, the veins pulsing as he pounded. He could feel his balls tighten once more, lifting against the weight of the cock ring that encircled them. A mist of sweat made his back shine in the moonlight as more dripped from his pits and down his arms.

He roared with elation as he pulled all the way out, his dick sprang free with a pop. Omar laid there, legs convulsing atop Cato's shoulders. His hole was left wide and gaping before it slowly closed and puckered, leaking bubbles of slick lube and precum. Cato chuckled and wiped the sweat from his brow with a hairy forearm. He took a second to regain his composure, his dick suspended out in front of him and sopping wet, his dark pubes greased with lube.

Omar watched as Cato caught his breath, his hairy chest rising and falling, his abs expanding and contracting with each inhale. They caught each other's eyes again. Omar was almost teary-eyed from the experience, whilst Cato looked like a predator who'd finally caught up with his dinner.

"I'm ready to get my nut. You still good?" Cato stroked his own cock and looked down at Omar.

"Yes... Oh my god."

Omar was still reeling from the fuck. His hole, now broken in, was opening and closing on its own. He felt empty without Cato inside him, and he craved to be slutted out even more.

"Please breed me".

Cato didn't need any more permission, he pushed his leg off the floor so that both feet now rested on the metal bed frame. He leaned all the way forward, practically folding Omar in half. The boy's legs were still thrown over his shoulders, his face now hovered above Omar's.

Cato's oppressive body pinned the boy down, he wrapped his arms under Omar's and used the boy's shoulders as handles. His dick prodded the entrance to the boys hole, the silhouette of his full balls could be seen swaying hypnotically between his thighs.

Cato leaned in more and nestled his face above the boy's shoulder, then he forced his dick all the way in once more. Omar let out a shrill cry and wrapped his arms around Cato's back for support.

All the muscles in Cato's core burned as he pile-drived Omar's ass. Assisted by gravity he lifted his sculpted ass into the air and slammed the full length of his cock into the tight hole over and over. Omar silenced his moans by kissing Cato's neck, his fingers digging into the muscled jock's back.

Cato was fully breeding now. The immense pleasure had switched off his brain, all he could do was revert to an animalistic state. He grunted and growled loudly, the sound of his balls clapping against the boy's ass with every deep stroke filled the room with an audible plap plap plap.

The pace was rapid and accelerating. Cato pounded away wildly, the bed frame banging into the wall with the force of his thrusts. The room was boiling, Cato stuck his tongue out panting as their moaning filled each other's ears.

Two two were locked together in a mess of arms and legs. Cato felt his balls tighten again as he neared the tipping point, "Fuck, I'm close."

Omar tried to respond, but he couldn't make out the words. His dick was squirting a stream of clear fluid with each stroke. He could barely focus on anything except the feeling of the thick dick hammering against his prostate. The pressure he felt coming from inside was intense, he felt almost numb from the ecstasy.

Cato's growls became one continuous moan as he continued to plant himself balls deep in the boy again and again. His dick began to spit hot precum inside the tight ass, lubing him up for the final strokes. He furiously slid his manhood in and out when Omar started to shake.

Omar shuddered dramatically as he clawed into Cato's back, leaving red scratch marks and nearly breaking the skin. He felt the pressure inside him build with each stroke until finally his dick erupted, spraying hot ropes of cum into the space between them. Omar's cum covered Cato's abs, before falling back down in long strings onto his own stomach. He lay there whimpering as Cato's cock still ravaged his hole.

Cato felt the boy's cum hit his abs as his legs shook over his shoulders. As the boy came, his hole rhythmically tightened around Cato's cock, pushing him over the edge. As soon as the spray of cum from Omar had begun to die down, Cato slammed into him. He bottomed out balls deep, his balls slapping cato's ass as they tightened up to his cock. Cato released a guttural howl of catharsis as his warm seed shot through his dick and pooled deep in the boy's ass.

Cato's knees went weak and he fell into the boy, putting all his weight on top of him. Omar's cum stuck their abdomens and chests together as Cato made small movements with his hips as he came. With each wave of cum he pulled out only an inch and then planted his seed deeper. Omar blushed and felt butterflies in his stomach as he caught his breath, feeling the cum of a worthy stud flooding his hole.

Cato pulled out slowly, Omar's hole milking the rest of the cum from his dick as he dismounted. His dick popped free and he rolled over onto his back, resting beside Omar. His dick throbbed and flopped to one side, his heart beating rapidly. Omar's hole was gaped wide, his ass cheeks flushed red, the cum of its new owner leaking out as it slowly closed.

Cato spread wide across the bed, the sheets soaking up his sweat. The two stared up at the ceiling, the moonlight illuminating them through the now fogged window. Cato laughed, satisfied. Omar joined in with a giggle before clamouring over to Cato, hugging him from the side.

Cato pulled the cock ring from around his balls and tossed it away. Omar snuggled up close to Cato, resting his head on his burning chest. Cato then wrapped his arm around the boy's head and ran his fingers through his hair.

The two laid there as their bodies cooled. Together their heartbeats slowed and their rapid breaths died down. A final drop of cum escaped Cato's dick as his erection dwindled, falling into the hair of his happy trail.

As the room fell quiet, Cato rose from the bed. He pulled the bed sheets down and fluffed his pillows. Omar crawled under the covers as Cato laid back down. The two held each other close, Cato's arm draped over Omar's side as they held hands, spooning. With heavy eyes they felt the beckoning of sleep. Their naked bodies nestled close together, they surrendered quickly to the night. Cato dozed off first, while Omar enjoyed the sense of the man behind him. He could feel the fuzzy chest hair brush against his back, and the warm air from Cato's breaths tickling his neck. He backed up his ass into Cato's crotch before he too drifted off to sleep.

...

Omar squinted as he woke to intense sunlight shining down on his face. He sat up from his pillow and fixed his messy hair, annoyed with the headache that was starting to set in. He looked across the bed at Cato, who was sprawled out on his back still fast asleep. His mouth was hanging open as he slept, the red scratches on his back from the night before extending to the tops of his shoulders, just barely visible.

Omar smiled at the sleeping hunk. He shuffled over to Cato and nuzzled his face into one of the boy's furry pits, inhaling the musky aroma. He closed his eyes and let his soft hands rub across Cato's hairy chest, then followed the trail of hair down his abs and to the top of his bush. He took his head from Cato's armpit and rested it on his chest as he watched his hand sink under the covers. He felt around for Cato's balls and began to massage them, rolling them between his fingers. Cato squirmed, his sigh becoming a weary groan as he stirred awake.

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Thank you for reading!

I do hope you enjoyed my first story. As stated in the preface, I am accepting of all comments and feedback. If you have any tips/suggestions, or if you'd simply like to know more about these characters and upcoming stories, you can contact me at: catonaccarato@gmail.com or on Discord @cato_naccarato

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