CLOSET CASE
By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
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I was just about to get in bed when the knock at my door went "Thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk-thunk!" The old wooden doors at the dormitory were awfully thick and made this dull sound. If you had your stereo on full, you'd never hear it. But me, I was down to my briefs and my stereo was off, so I heard it. I went over to answer it (no, I didn't bother with a robe, this was an all-male dorm, no co-ed stuff on this campus) and opened. "Bud!" I said in some surprise.
Bud was a big, football jock, a defensive lineman who was in college on a scholarship, and not the brightest bulb on the Christmas tree, if you see what I mean. "Hey, Jake, can I talk with you?" he asked me. "Private?"
"Uh...sure, come on in." Bud was wearing just a shower wrap, like a white bath towel but it had a Velcro fastening to hold it around his waist securely. It gave him a vaguely Egyptian look, with his muscled, triangular upper body, slender waist, and strong legs. If he had been tanned instead of pale beige in skin-tone, and had black hair instead of his crew-cut of light-brown hair, he would have looked the part perfectly. But that was the source of my surprise, when you come calling on someone, you usually dress in more than a shower wrap!
He sat on my roommate's bed, my roommate was gone for the weekend. I figured one reason he came to me was most of the people were out, this was that kind of college campus, everyone vanished Friday afternoon and reappeared Sunday night. The towel wrap's end was along his right leg, when he sat down, it showed me a long narrow triangle of his upper leg. I tried not to stare at that too hard. "What can I do for you, Bud?"
"I think my roommate is gay." he confided in me. "Only, he's one of those kind who's gay and won't admit he's gay and thinks he's straight, you know...in the closet, only more so."
"So he may be gay and doesn't think he's gay." I said. "Yeah, I know about them."
"Sort of a closet case." Bud said inaccurately.
"Yeah, one of them. So, why do you think he's a...closet case?" I said, deciding not to argue terms with a football jock. "Is it something he said?"
"No, it's what he done, last night." Bud went on. "I got home pretty late, I'd been out drinking and had a bit of trouble getting undressed. But I staggered around until I was down to briefs and crawled in and was just getting to sleep, when I realized that he was standing over me, staring down at me."
"Like how?"
"Lay back on the bed, like you was me." Bud said, getting up. "I'll show you."
So I lay back and he stood over and was looking down at me. Not at my face, at my crotch, licking his lips and his eyes wide. "Like this." he said.
"Was that all? I said.
"No, that was just the start." Bud went on. I didn't do anything or say anything, so then he knelt down by the bed like this," Bud knelt down, "and started feeling me up. Like this." And his hand went onto my leg and felt along it, working upwards, until he had me by the balls. "And when he got to my nuts, he started in rubbing them and my prick, real hard, like this." And his hand stroked around and then onto my dong, and began rubbing it, not round and round, but kind of pinching along the length of it with the fingers, not hard but enough to make my dick pulse and fill out. I kind of groaned.
"Yeah, that's just what I did." Bud went on. "I didn't say nothing, still trying to figure things out, you know how it is when you're two sheets to the wind and the world's kind of still spinning."
"Maybe he's just sort of...curious." I said. "Even straight guys like to check out other guy's equipment now and then." Like he was checking me out, that hand hadn't stopped.
"That's what I was thinking, too." Bud assured me. "And then he did this." And he leaned over and began gnawing at my crotch. I mean, really working his teeth on my now-hard shaft inside my briefs. Before he was done, I was moaning some more.
"Then, just when I was about to say something, he stopped." Bud went on. "I figured, okay, he got it out of his system now, he'll go away and leave me alone now. But instead, he reached up and did like this." And Bud grabbed my shorts' waistband and began to pull my briefs down off of me. He fairly rapidly skinned them down and pulled them off my feet, leaving me naked on top of my bed. "And once he had me naked, and me standing up like you are now," he gestured to my erection standing eight inches high and tipped with a glowing clear pearl of precome, "he grabbed my dick and began pumping me up and down, like this." And his hand caught my pud tightly and started pounding away at me. "I was pretty darned surprised, you know?"
"I know!" I gasped. "Shit, man, this is pretty fucking deep!"
"That's what I was thinking, especially when he leaned over and started sucking on me, like this." And Bud's mouth leaned over and I moaned before he even touched me with those soft lips and thick, velvety tongue and moistness poured over me. Bud went deep and held me within him, only maybe an inch of my dong left outside, and then he pulled up, long and soft and slow, my pleasure washed over me as he did it. After that first, slow pull, he began to bob up and down fast, wringing joy out of me with every stroke.
I damned near creamed when he let go of me. "And that's not all." he continued. "He got up, stripped off his shorts (Bud illustrated this by taking off his towel and showing me a long, hard pud that would tormented my dreams had he been my roommate) and sat on my chest and said softly, "Bud, I know you like this, so here, show me a bit of loving like I've been showing you." And his dong shoved itself at my lips.
"Did you take it?"
"Yeah, I didn't know what else to do." His pud slapped my lips again.
"Like this?" I opened my mouth and his dick, on the third shove, slid inside. I clung to it.
"Yeah, like that. And when I took it, he grabbed my head and started to fuck my face." Bud showed me how his roommate had done it by taking me by my head in both hands and forcing me to bob back and forth on it. His cock was fat and sloppily oozing precome, and it was salty and raunchy and schlorching in and out of my mouth.
"He did it so hard and fast, I thought he was going to cream in my mouth." grunted Bud as he hunched at my face. "But just when I figured I was going to get a load of hot spunk shot down my throat, he stopped and said, Now it's time for the main event.'"
I coughed as he pulled out of me and managed to choke out, "Main event?"
"I was wondering, too, but then he went down on me again, just long enough to grease me up." Bud did this and I was brought back to full tumescence and loaded with saliva, and then he straddled me again and I felt his hand grab me and guide my cock to his butthole. "And that's when the fucker actually shoved my dick up his ass!" And I felt the hot wet hole pucker, give and slide around me and I moaned.
Bud grunted and strained until he had my entire length inside his ass, and then he gasped, "And when he got me inside him like this, the dude really went to town, he rode me like crazy."
"How was that?" I strangled out. Shit, that hot steaming ass wrapped around my cock was driving me mad, I tell you, absolutely crazy. If Bud didn't start showing me how his roommate had ridden him, I was going to start hunching upwards!
"He did it kind of like this." Bud began to bounce on me like I was a freaking trampoline. Only even faster, he was using every ounce of those marvelous jock muscles of his to make his ass slide up and down on me, I was getting the kind of ride you normally have to hunch for yourself, and all I had to do was just like there and love it, love it, love it!
"Was...this...all...he...did?"
"Yeah!" Bud moaned. "He came on my chest like gangbusters, and I came at the same time."
"Kind of...like I'm...about to...do?" I grunted. "Aw, ah, ah, man!"
"Yeah, like that!" Bud groaned. "I mean...uh, uh-huh-huh, like, like, li-li-li-like thi-i-i-i-s!" And he exploded over me, hot, long, ropy streams of jism squirted out of his cock and sprayed me from my face and neck down to my upper stomach. I felt those hot wads splashing me and I just closed my eyes, saw fireworks inside my eyeballs, ecstasy clawing at my brain and I burst upwards into him.
Bud rode me hard all the way through, until I was wrung out and exhausted and a limp, wasted strand of man under him, and then he stopped, panting and sweating like crazy, and he pulled off of me, my wet cock slapping my stomach, and he got down, on knees and elbows holding him over me, and he said, his face red, "Yeah, that was what he did."
"Man, that's a heavy trip." I gasped out.
"Yeah." Bud swallowed hard and said, "So what do you think?"
"About what?"
"About my roommate?" Bud said. "Like what I've been showing you."
"Oh, oh, yeah. Showing me." I groaned.
Bud got off me and bent over to pick up his towel wrap, and I saw his ass, wet and dripping my spunk down the hairy line of his butt-crack. "Yeah, my roommate, I ask you." Bud said. "So he got back into his own bed and didn't say another word to me." He stood up and wrapped his towel wrap around his waist again and turned around. "Acted like nothing had happened. I puzzled about it and then, before I go back to my room and go to bed, I have to know, so I came to ask you. Is my roommate one of them closet cases?"
"Well, Bud." I said as I patted my body dry with my bed-spread. "I guess I know closet cases as well as anybody, so I have to say...."
"Yeah?" Bud inquired as I paused.
"I say I don't think I know enough about it." I temporized. "Tell you what. You go back to your room, act drunk again, see what he does. Come show me tomorrow what he does this time. Maybe we can figure it out that way."
"Okay, Jake. I'll do that. We'll figure it out sooner or later, I guess." Bud said and left me alone.
I covered myself up, the spell of hot man-spunk in my nostrils, mine and his. "Yeah." I muttered to myself. "There's a closet case in that room, but I don't think it's his roommate!"
I wondered how long Bud would keep this up. I mean, the fall quarter was just barely started, and a lot of lonesome weekends were waiting up ahead. A closeted football jock was just what I needed to liven them up.
And with that, I went to sleep.
THE END
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