We left Chris and Rob "getting ready" for Gunts "homecoming". They were ready for him!
Chapter 4
We could hear him approach the door, even before he came in. He had a walk like he thought he was John Wayne. Big long steps, much longer than would have been natural for a man his size, so he trod heavily on the bare floor that was our hallway.
He inserted his key and slightly opened the door. It was dark out, but early enough that he thought we were out and not in bed. He opened the door and reached in to turn on the light when his hand was seized by Rob's giant hand, and he was yanked into the room. I quickly closed the door. Rob literally threw him down on his bed and up against the wall. We each jumped on either side of him so he couldn't escape.
I held his arm with all I had. He was much smaller than I, but he was prolly full of adrenaline. He was fighting like a tiger! Rob slapped him across the face - not too hard, but hard enough to get his attention. He demurred. Then Rob turned out the light. I could see by the yard light which shined in our window that his eyes were huge. He was terrified! I reached over and started the video.
The first image that showed was Gunt, sleeping. Then it panned out to include me. I was lying on my bed, sleeping as well, and I had a very apparent woody, sticking up against my abdomen. It was obvious, in the video, that he was looking. I think he even licked his lips! Then he squeezed his own crotch, stretched his arm out and looked over toward where Robs bed was, then started pumping his dick, slowly at first, then steadily faster until he shot all over himself. Rob flipped the light back on as the laughing started. The last thing we heard before I turned of the VCR was "Fuck you! Fuck you both!"
Rob had not gotten around to erasing the video. We weren't laughing this time. Gunt was looking totally enraged. He sprang up toward the VCR, and Rob pushed him down so hard his head banged against the wall, making a very loud thump. "Sit DOWN. bastard!" Rob said. "This is just a copy. There is another in a safe place. Rob was of course lying, but I wasn't going to dispute it, was I?
"What are you going to do with that!" Gunt said, venom filling his voice.
"Nothing, as long as you don't go spreading lies about us - or trying to put that scare on anyone else we come into contact with, scumbag!"
He started to get up again. I surprised myself this time. I shoved him back down nearly as hard as Rob did. I wasn't as big as Rob, but still a good head taller than Gunt, and maybe 50 lbs. [23 kg] heavier. He stayed put this time. Then Rob said, "I'm going in to the bathroom right now, cuz I don't wanna watch what comes next. And if I hear anything I don't like I will be out here before you can get to the door!"
Gunt looked really worried. I grabbed him and threw him down on the bed, on his back. I told him to remove his pants and skivvies. He really looked scared by now. I felt really bad, because I had never even thought of doing anything like this before, let alone do it. He protested only once, after which I hit him hard in the gut. He removed his pants. I forced his legs up and over my shoulders. He tried to get them back down, and I said, "You can do this easy or hard. If you don't keep your legs up here, it will hurt a lot more." His eyes seemed to get twice their size, and filled with fear.
I grabbed some lube from the drawer, put it on the end of my dick, and put it right up to his ass hole. He was completely petrified. I said, "Better hold the headboard. This is gonna REALLLLLY hurt!" He started to whimper like a little kid. I put my nose right up next to his, and turned my head, in a good position to kiss him. He closed his eyes. "Did you really think I was going to soil myself with your excrement?" I yelled, "Now, ass hole, pull your pants up, pack your stuff and leave!"
"Wha -" he whimpered, "where am I gonna go?"
"What do I care where you go?" I said, "Just leave!"
"I'm not leaving here tonight!"
It was then that Rob came back in. "Get you stuff and GET OUT! And don't leave anything behind, because you won't be able to come back to get it! GET MOVING!"
With that he grabbed his stuff as fast as he could and stuffed it all in his suitcase and two boxes that were still in the closet, closely watched by Rob and me and then he left. As he went out the door, Rob said, "Don't even THINK of ever speaking to Al again!"
After the door was shut, "Damn, Rob, that was the hardest thing I ever had to do! I know he was really a sad case."
"I know it was prolly his parents who screwed him up, but we don't need that kind of stuff to deal with. Studying is hard enough without it!"
"I'm gonna call Al," said Rob, "she deserves to not worry, too!"
"Hello?"
"Hi, Al, This is Rob"
"Oh! Hi! Did Gunther come back?"
"Yeah. He won't be bothering us - or you any more."
"What did you do?"
"You don't wanna know!"
"You're probably right."
"Do you want to see me tomorrow night after ---"
I left the room to give him some privacy. I wandered out to the common area. I rounded the corner to where the seating and fireplace were, to find Gunt there, sitting with his head in his hands, all his stuff beside him, looking deeply into the fire, and tears streaming down his face. I guess he didn't care if anyone saw him. GOD! I hate it when a guy cries. It really breaks my heart, even if he is an ass hole. I was barefoot, and came so silently, he did not see me, and I quickly stepped back into the relative shadow of the hallway and watched him. He was not moving at all. Just staring into the fire with a steady stream of tears coursing down his face.
I walked back down the hall, pulled out my cell phone and called his. It rang four times and went to message. I hung up and called again. This time he answered.
"Hello?" he said, sounding out of breath.
"Gunt? Are you - uh - okay?"
"Chris! What the hell do you care!" His voice was strained.
"Gunt, I am right down the hall. I walked in and saw you there by the fireplace."
"Oh. So?"
"I just wondered. I feel bad."
"YOU feel bad!? How the fuck do you think I feel, ass hole!?" He was being very offensively defensive.
"Gunt, turn around."
He slightly turned and looked up at me. His face was still wet, and his eyes were red.
"What do you want, fucker!?"
I looked around. No one was present. "Put your sunglasses on and let's go for a walk."
"Why should I?" He looked away. I approached him. I walked close enough that he could see my feet. "What the fuck do you want?" he whispered.
"Just come." I said, touching his shoulder. He sat for another moment or two, and then got up and followed me like a zombie. I reminded him to put on his glasses - as much for my sake as for his.
We walked outside, away from the quad, and toward town. We walked in silence for nearly five minutes. Finally he spoke. "I feel like shit."
"Why do you feel so terrible?"
"You have to ask?"
"Yeah. It matters."
"I don't know where I am going to go. You guys humiliated me. I don't know what I am going to tell my parents. I feel - I feel like crap."
I answered, "I - I - me - I - I - my - I - I. It's always about you, isn't it." It wasn't a question.
"What do you mean?"
"Gunt, you go around hurting other people all the time, thinking only about yourself. Can that ever bring you happiness?
"You're fucked up! I was happy until -"
"Were you happy? I don't think you even know what happiness feels like."
"What the fuck does that mean"
"In the first place, get rid of the attitude. And the language! It's not necessary. Does it really make you feel bigger to use fowl language? It makes you look smaller! "
"what - - what?"
"Gunt, I want you to think how you felt that night Rob did the "dad" thing with you."
"Wha- oh."
"How did you feel?"
"That was crap!"
"Just STOP it, Gunt! Let me in!" Talking to him was like talking in circles. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He had a definite learning disability!
"Okay, I'm not gonna stay here with your abusive language!" I turned around and started to walk back.
"WAIT!" I turned. After a very long pause, "I - I - I'm s-s-s" He stopped.
"Say it, Gunt!" I whispered.
His eyes were hidden behind his glasses, but the tears were coming down again. "I'm s-sorry. I'll try. I can't help it. It just comes naturally."
"Do you use that kind of language around your mom - around girls?"
"No, but - that's different."
"No, it's not, Gunt! If you have the will to control it around some people, then you can control it around anyone. Now! Try to remember how you felt. Close your eyes and concentrate on how you felt, wrapped up in Rob's arms - your dad's arms!"
He closed his eyes for a full minute before tears started to fall again. I stepped to him and touched his arm. He removed his glasses and looked up into my face. I had tears too. "How did you feel?" I whispered.
"Good."
"Is that all?"
"Free."
"Gunt, you are so concerned with yourself that you shut everyone out. That night we were drunk and we - did - what we did, you were happy. I know you were. Remember I asked you why you needed booze to give yourself permission?"
"Yeah?"
"You deserve to let yourself - be happy. I can tell you are miserable most of the time."
"But how can I -"
"You just have to start thinking about other people's welfare and feelings when you do things. I say `just', but I know it's not that simple. Well, it is, but when you are in such a rut as you are, it's hard to change."
"Yeah, and - but -"
"Gunt, do you even want me for a friend?"
"You know I do!"
"No! I don't! I know you want me to be your friend, but I don't get that you ant to be mine."
"Whaddaya mean?"
"I feel like whenever I am with you, you are just using me to get what you want."
"Isn't that what everyone -"
"No, Gunt. Maybe that's what you have learned. Maybe it's what your dad taught you - BECAUSE HE LOVED YOU and it was the only way he knew - but it is flawed. There's a better way."
"Do you like me? I didn't feel like it back in the room."
"That's a hard question. I have feelings for you."
"Feelings? You mean like, sexual?"
"Well - yes there's that. But that's not what I'm talking about. And I - I guess I can say I love you, but not - NOT romantically. But, no, I don't like you very much - right now. You haven't been acting in much of a likeable way."
"Where am I gonna stay?"
"Where did that come from?"
"It's getting late to find another place today."
"I guess you're right. You do need to stay some place."
"Can I come back and stay with you guys?"
"No. No, that will not be cool with Rob, and really, I don't want that - at least right now."
"Then where -"
"Listen, you can stay in the common tonight, and -"
"But that's not allowed!"
"You can do it one night. If anyone questions you, tell them you had a huge fight with your roommates."
"That would be true enough -"
"They're not gonna throw you out in the middle of the night. I'll help you talk to the dean tomorrow about getting another place."
"What are we gonna say?"
"Lets not worry about that now, k?"
We went past a place where it was particularly dark. Gunt stopped me and clumsily wrapped his arms around me. I let him - which means, I did not get much into the hug. He then looked into my eyes, and put his lips on mine. I melted. I kissed him back, and then my whole body softened up and finally received his hug.
"Chris, why are you so - good? And Rob, too, for that matter! I want to stay with you!"
"Can't do that, Gunt. I just can't!'
"K."
We were back at the front of our dorm. "I'll see you tomorrow morning early, and we'll go to the dean."
"Can I come up and get ready in our - your bathroom? I will need a shower."
"You can go one day without a shower. And you can use the restroom in the common area to do your hair and teeth and stuff. Use a little extra deodorant! G'nite!
"Night."
I walked back to the room feeling bad, but I could not give in this time.
"Where did you go?" Rob said
"For a walk."
I haven't eaten since lunch. I'm afraid I wasn't very hungry after our little - altercation. But I'm famished now! I'm heading down to the quad for a bite."
He was shrugging on his coat. "Uh, wait a moment, I'll come with you. Gunt is down in the common. Let's take the back way out."
"Did you talk to him?"
"Yeah. He is the one I walked with. He wants to come back."
"NO WAY!"
"That's what I told him."
"What did you talk about? You were gone quite a while!"
"Mostly what an ass he has been."
"Oh, yeah. I could go on and on about that!"
"He's really hurting. I made it very clear that he could not come back here. I have to say, I gave him a lot to think about."
"What did you tell him?"
I explained in some detail what transpired between the two of us on our walk. "So, yeah, I think he will have plenty to think about. I'm glad you did not relent about coming back. I would not have let him anyway. I feel badly too, but I guess he has to learn some things the hard way."
"Yeah. I am going tomorrow morning to help him talk to the dean about another place."
"Wo! What are you going to say?"
"I don't know. Wing it, I guess."
We ate our late supper and came back to the room. We both got ready for bed. After the lights were out, I said, "It feels different, not having him here."
"I know."
"I - I am going to switch beds before our next roommate shows up, so I will be next to you. I don't want the new guy between us."
"Suit yourself."
I guess I was hoping for more of a positive response. I immediately went and hopped into Gunt's old bed. "Rob, let me have your hand?"
In the dark, his hand reached out and touched my ear. An electric shock went all the way through me, and lingered in my groin. I took his hand in mine. "I wish," he said, "that we weren't going to have to break in a new roomie!"
"Me too. Night!"
"Night." He said. "Chris, I love you!" and he squeezed my hand, then let go.
"Me too!" is all I could say. His statement and the squeeze filled me with desire, and fulfillment and - later - a very erotic dream!
My dream started out while I was still awake. I let my mind dwell on our last exchange, and fanaticized that it went farther than that: "Chris?" I imagined. "Yeah?" "Did you want to climb in with me?" I can remember acting nonchalant in the dream. "K." I went over and got under his covers.
He put his arm around me and drew me up next to his body. I wondered how he got his pajamas off. I wondered how mine came off. We were spooning, and he was rubbing my chest. I was caressing his hands and smooth face. His hand moved down to my belly. He tickled it lightly, and made me giggle.
His hand accidentally brushed across my fully-grown woody. He jerked it away. I grabbed his hand and put it full on it. He wrapped his huge hand around it and started to slowly stroke.
I turned around to face him, and I looked into - Gunt's eyes! His body was still big, but it was Gunt's face. He was crying, but making no noise. I kissed his salty tears, and then his mouth. He tasted delicious. I felt for his Mr. Big, and it was Mr. Huge! I exclaimed, "I didn't realize you were so huge," I was about to say `Gunt', but when I looked back up, it was Rob! His tongue came out and into my mouth even before out lips met. I kissed him deep and long. I then kissed his neck and sucked on his Adam's apple. He giggled. I then moved to his left nipple. I sucked it, and grazed it with my teeth. He moaned a bit. I licked it and he growled. I went to the other nipple, with similar but growing reactions.
I kissed my way down to his hairless stomach. I licked it all over, getting nearer and nearer to his throbbing member. I lashed out with my tongue and swiped at the head. He gasped. I took the head into my mouth and sucked and lolled it around like it was an all day sucker. He was bucking and moaning like a horny bull by this time. I deep throated him. He grabbed my head and pounded into me until he started to shoot seeming gallons down my throat, into my stomach. It didn't hurt at all!
When he had gone completely soft, I chewed gently on it awhile longer to milk it dry. Then I came back up to his face and kissed him deep once more.
"Ohhh," he exclaimed, "that is delicious!"
He then went down on me with a ferocity I had not known he had. He was bobbing and sucking with all his might. I started to cum in great spasms. I was screaming in my dream! Apparently not only in my dream.
"Chris! CHRIS!!" A voice from another dimension! I opened my eyes and Rob's beautiful face was close to mine, looking worried. I wrapped my hand around the back of his head and kissed him on the mouth. "CHRIS! What are you doing!! You were dreaming. It sounded like a night mare!"
"It was. Sort of! Thanks for waking me!" (NOT!) I didn't sleep very well the rest of the night. Snips and hints of all the crap that transpired in the last couple days kept haunting me. I concentrated hard on trying to get my dream back. It wouldn't work. The last time I looked at the clock, it was 4:30 AM. I finally fell asleep sometime after that. No dream!
I woke up early, and hurried down to wake Gunt up, since he had no alarm. He was already in the restroom. I went back and Rob was already up. "Up kinda early aren't you?" I said.
"Ditto!"
"Remember? I am going to the dean with Gunt. We may have a new roommate by this afternoon!"
"Damn, will it be that soon?"
"Don't know. But my idea is to try to get a trade. There may be other room companionships that did not work. We'll see. What I do know is that there are no vacancies, and there is a waiting list.."
"Well get someone good if you can."
"Heh! You and I may have different ideas of what `good' means!"
"Pervert! Say what in the world were you dreaming about last night? It sounded wild!"
"You don't want to know!"
"Pervert! Get outa here!"
I went down and found Gunt in the restroom. He looked as good as I had ever seen him. We went to the dean's office. We got in to see him and I explained to him that we were just not getting along very well. He told us that wasn't a reason to switch. If it was a serious enough problem, he said, one of us would have to be sent home. Then he told us to check the bulletin board in the quad area. He said this was not unusual around this time of the semester, and sometimes there were others who needed a break. It was just not his responsibility to work these things out.
So we walked to the quad. There WAS a note that someone was looking for a change. There was a phone number. I pulled my cell phone out and called it, hoping it was not too early. It was! The voice that answered was obviously just waking up! "Craig here."
I'm so sorry to wake you up, dude!" I said.
"It's okay! I had to get up to answer the phone anyway!" Well he took it well enough! "What's up? Who is this?"
"My name is Chris. I was calling about your note on the bulletin board. Was that you?"
"Note? Oh yeah! I didn't expect it to be answered so soon. I just put it up last night."
"Which dorm are you in?"
"D - room 214."
"Can we come up now?"
"It's kinda early - my room mates - aw, screw `em, I'll meet you outside the room."
Building D was the one right next to ours. We climbed up to the second floor. Down the hall was a guy in tighty-whities. I was hoping that he was the guy. I was drooling at the possibility. As we got closer, I could see he was nothing short of drop-dead gorgeous!
"Hi! You Chris?"
"Yeah, Craig?" We shook hands. Just touching him made my dick jump!
"Come on in. We'll have to be quiet, but we can talk in the kitchen."
"You have kitchens in this dorm?!"
"SHhh! This was not originally a regular dorm room. Every dorm has one of these. It was meant as quarters for a narc, but they determined that not every dorm needed one, so - we were lucky enough to get this."
"And now you have to leave it!"
"It's okay! I can't stay with these guys any longer."
"Why?" Gunt said.
"This is Gunther. He will be the one trading with you." They shook hands.
"Why are you leaving?" Gunt repeated.
"It's a personal thing. I don't wanna talk about it."
"Wo!" Gunt said, looking at me.
"Beggars can't be choosers," I said, "welcome to your new home!" He smiled weakly.
"Can we make the move today?" Gunt said.
"How about right now?" Craig said.
"Great!" Gunt looked at me, not looking nearly as enthusiastically as he sounded.
"Do you need any help with your stuff?" I said to Craig.
"Well - Yeah!" Gunt said.
"Oh!" I said sheepishly. "We'll be back in a minute, Craig."
"See ya'!"
I couldn't wait to get back there and help Craig take his stuff over to our place. I had to wonder what it was that he had to move.
Notes: Thanks for all your comments! But I never get tired of hearing them! Please address any to s4d@hotmail.com. Please put "Chris" in the subject box. Thanks again. Love, Steve