Dorm Domination

Dorm Domination Chapter 3

by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

Disclaimers:

• Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live. * This is a story about men having sex. If you don't want to read this, go elsewhere. * The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use condoms when you have sex. * Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if you do.

• • • • • From Chapter 2:

I sat next to him, and he looked at me. "You did well tonight," he said, and then he did something which surprised me more than anything he had done tonight. He kissed me. He pulled my neck to meet him, and he pushed his lips hard against mine. His tongue snaked out and found mine, and was gone before I knew what had happened. This man - this GOD - had kissed me.

"Goodnight," he said as he fell back in bed, and turned out the only light in our room. Stunned from the kiss I had just gotten (What did it mean? I didn't think he would do anything to please me. What the HELL?!), I stumbled to my bed. As I lay down, I could still smell his scent - crotch, cock, ass, cum - on my face. With my belly full of Mike's cum, I fell asleep and dreamed of sex.

• • • • • Chapter 3

In my dream, I was in the middle of a group of hot, naked men, cocks and cum and asses everywhere. I was being pushed and pulled by these men, and I was being held up by their hands only, like being in a naked mosh pit and having a finger or cock in every one of my holes.

When I woke up, I was being pushed around - by Mike. He had grabbed my shoulders and was pushing me around on my own bed. He quickly had me positioned on my back with my head hanging over the edge of my bed, my neck extended.

"What the hell . . ." I started to ask. That was all I could get out before my mouth was stuffed full of Mike's cock. Quite a wake-up call.

"Morning, sunshine," Mike said. He grunted as his cock hit bottom inside of my throat, his balls now resting on my nose. I could smell our sex from the night before. I started swallowing his cockhead lodged inside of me, trying to give him even more pleasure.

"I get real bad morning wood, bitch, but luckily you are here to accommodate. My morning wood is now your problem, even more than it is mine. I warned you that this cock was your responsibility now, cunt." He pistoned his cock in and out of my throat. I had to gasp for breath.

"Put your hand on your throat, bitch," Mike commanded. I reached up and his hand pressed mine down on my throat, holding it there, not strangling me. "Now feel this." He pushed his cock head from where it had been in my mouth down into my throat. I could feel my throat expanding as his dick filled me up.

"That's my cock inside of you, slut," Mike said, holding his dick deep. He pulled out an inch, then rammed back in. I could feel exactly where his dick head was. "You can feel me filling you up, faggot. Keep your hand there."

He pumped in and out of me. I kept one hand on my throat, feeling his cock penetrate my throat with each thrust. With my other hand, I reached behind him and found the back of his thigh. I felt his furry legs up to his ass, and put my fingers in his crack. He was hot and a little sticky from our mixed cum the night before. I got my finger wet with the cum and ass juices there and brought my hand to my face.

"You can't get enough, can you, cumslut?" Mike asked, snorting. I put the finger under my nose and inhaled the smell of cum and Mike ass. I nearly came then.

"I wish I could take my time, but I've got a 9 o'clock class. Just enough time for a blow job from my whore." Mike was grunting more and more. "You're gonna get it directly from the source this time, faggot. I'm gonna shoot down your throat, right into your stomach. Don't worry; I'll let you taste a little bit."

He started bucking harder now and I knew he was close. His balls pulled up off my nose, I felt his cock lodge deeper in my throat than before, and I could feel the spurts shoot into me. His ass shook and pumped. I was his.

As he was slowing down but still coming, he pulled his cock most of the way out of me, leaving just the cockhead in. He reached down and finished jacking his cock into my mouth, feeding me several spurts of cum directly on my tongue. I lapped his dick head and sucked hard to try and get every last drop. He slapped my cheek, saying, "Careful. My dick is sensitive now." He pulled out and I felt empty, filled a little by the cum in my stomach. I swirled his cum around my tongue, savoring the flavor.

"My class and work out schedule are on the desk," Mike said as he got dressed. "Memorize them by the end of the day. Get a pager today and leave the number on my desk by 6 o'clock." He gathered up his backpack and turned the door knob to leave. He stopped and turned around. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the ground in front of him. I knew what he wanted without him having to tell me: Knees. Now.

I crawled from bed and fell to my knees in front of this man. His ass facing towards me, he dropped his pants and bent over. His ass crack, that amazing crevice, faced me.

"Give me a kiss before you leave," Mike said. "Big, sloppy wet kiss."

I leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks. His hole was pink and a little puffy from where I had rimmed him a little too hard the night before. I saw some dried cum around the edges of his asshole. I licked from the base of his balls to the hole, then cleaned the hole. The smell - cum, sweat, ass, man - was stronger than even last night. My cock raged with a mind of its own. I had just pressed my tongue past his tight ring when he pulled his pants up.

"You can jerk off and shower, but don't wash your face today," Mike said. "I think we both want everyone to know what a whore you are. And you never know - someone else may want a piece of you."

He left before I could protest. I looked in the mirror. I had cum and ass juice all over my face. It wasn't completely obvious, but I smelled of sex. Anyone who got near me or sat next to me today would know what it was. I sighed, resigned to the fact that I wouldn't wash my face today, and came in five strokes. I ate my own cum, something I rarely did, but today I wanted to. Mike had given me a thirst for cum I was only beginning to understand.

As I got out of the shower, Greg the RA was brushing his teeth. My face flushed and I knew he could see the dried cum on my face.

"How are you and the new roommie getting along?," he asked. He always seemed to be smirking.

"Great," I said. "We seem to have a lot in common."

"Glad to hear it," he said. "Let me know if I can help. With anything."

"I'll do that," I said, rushing to get out of the bathroom. In spite of my embarrassment (or maybe because of it), my dick was pushing against the towel around my waist.

I headed off to class, trying my best to memorize Mike's schedule as I went. Geography, English, Weight training, Wrestling practice. I memorized as much as I could before I walked into class.

I wanted a seat in the back for my Psychology class. I didn't want anyone to see my face, or to smell the sex we had last night. I found a seat in the far corner. Lecture started and luckily no one sat in my row.

Five minutes after class started, Zak walked in. Zak was the hottest guy in our class and I tried to sit behind him whenever I could. He had a habit of leaning forward in his seat and I could look down his shorts and underwear to the crack of his ass. He wore tight shirts and baseball caps turned backwards. He was the absolute last person I wanted to see today, and he was heading for the open seat next to mine.

I tried to put my backpack over the seat, but Zak got there first. "This one taken?," he asked, looking at my face. I told him it wasn't. A look of surprise was gradually replaced by something that looked like understanding. He smiled, big, and sat down.

My face burned with shame as I continued to take notes. Zak was sitting right next to me, our legs touching. He had to smell me. He said nothing.

I looked over and he was writing in the margins of his notebook closest to me. He wrote, "Looks like one seat was taken last night." I was puzzled, and put a question mark next to his comment.

"Looks like your FACE was used as a SEAT last night, dipshit. Musta been fun. I envy the fucker who rode you."

I literally slouched down in my chair and wished I could evaporate right there. He did know. And he liked it.

"Who was it?" he wrote. I wrote back, "Can't say." He wrote back, "Tell me, or I ask the professor why one guy would let another guy sit on his face." He had me. "Roommate," I wrote. "Lucky guy," Zak finished. My cock, thinking for itself again, pushed against my jeans.

He whispered something I couldn't make out. I leaned in to hear better, my ear nearly touching his mouth.

"I said, sit forward and pay real close attention to the professor," he whispered. "You make one sound and everyone around here will know what a faggot asslicker you really are."

I leaned forward in my seat and nearly jumped out of it when Zak put his hand on my back. His touch was electric through my shirt. When he untucked my shirt and put his hand on my warm back, my cock throbbed.

He ran his hand down my back until he found the crack of my ass. I let out an involuntary moan which caused the girl in the row in front of me to look back. I smiled and tried to look absorbed in taking notes. I couldn't let that happen again.

Zak's fingers probed my ass crevice. When he got as far as he could reach, he pushed me forward so just the edge of my ass was on the seat. His finger made contact with my hole, and I did jump a little. His finger snaked inside of me and I felt utterly helpless, literally wrapped around the finger of this college stud.

He leaned in to whisper to me again. "Now, whore, you are going to reach into your pants and jack yourself off. Right here, right now. You are to cum in your hand. Any questions?" I shook my head no. His mouth inched forward and he bit my ear, hard, while he stuck his tongue in it. The pleasure/pain was intense. The girl looked up again, just after Zak had taken his mouth away, and I realized I had moaned again.

I put my hands in my pants (I was glad I worry the baggy ones today) and began to jack my already leaking cock. Zak's finger had found my prostate, and I was dripping enough precum to make a visible drop on my jeans. I was getting close to cumming when Zak pulled his finger out of my ass. I looked at Zak to see what was wrong. He had put the finger from my ass up to his nose and was casually smelling it.

"Not bad," he whispered. "I might have to taste that direct from the source one day." My eyes bulged at this straight guy who had just smelled my ass on his finger.

"Get it wet," he said, putting the finger to my mouth. "Someone might see. . ." I started. "GET IT WET," he said, more firmly. This time a fairly hot guy to our right heard and looked. Before he got any louder, I stuck the stinking finger in my mouth and cleaned it off. I could taste my ass juices on his finger and it got me harder than ever. The eyebrows to the guy on our right shot up and I couldn't look at him any more. My face was flushed with embarrassment and exertion from jacking off in class.

Zak plugged the finger back into my hole and began to push and pull in my ass, stimulating my prostate. The taste of my own ass, this stud finger fucking me, and the guy to my right watching pushed me over the edge. I began coming.

As I began shooting, Zak raised his free hand, and interrupted the professor. "Professor Miller, I had a question. . ." The abrupt interruption made everyone in the class turn around and focus on Zak . . . and the guy sitting next to him shooting a load into his hand in his pants. "Could you repeat the part about the dominance of the alpha male over the other males in the pack?"

I tried my hardest to maintain a normal composure as I shot my load in my pants with this stud's finger in my ass. He suddenly added a second finger which caused a third and then forth wave of orgasm to hit me, all while the professor is talking about the necessary role of alpha males to maintaining order in wolf packs. The guy to our right said, "Fag!" just load enough for us to hear him. My hands were getting soaked in cum.

As attention shifted back to the lecture, Zak pulled his finger out and made me clean it. "Show me your cum," he said. When I did, he said, "Eat up. You have 30 seconds before class ends." I gobbled the cum off my fingers and finished just as the lecture ended. Zak leaned over and whispered, "Sometime we should have more fun when we're not in class," and left. The guy who had been sitting on our right murmured, "Faggots!" as he left. I looked down to my notes and saw that Zak had written down his phone number right under the heading "Alpha Males" in my notes.

After class, on the way back to the dorm, I stopped by the student union and got a pager. The guy who signed up the service leaned over the counter at one point and sniffed, then looked at me. This was turning out to be a long day.

I got home and waited for Mike. There was nothing on his schedule, yet he wasn't back by dinnertime, so I ate alone. Even though I had known him a little over a day now, I missed him.

I played with my cock, downloaded some porn off the internet (one picture I found looked a little bit like Mike, or Mike's younger brother), and did some homework. Still no Mike. I went over to his dirty laundry basket. A cum crusted jock was buried about half way down. The smell was bitter and musky and acrid; I couldn't get enough of it. I jerked my cock until I was just about to cum - visions of Mike shooting down my throat bolting through my head - but held back. I didn't think Mike would want me to cum this late at night.

When Mike arrived at 2 in the morning, I rushed to unlock the door. He look completely exhausted.

"Where have you. . .?," I started.

"I'll tell you later," he said. "Right now I just need sleep." He stripped out of his clothes slumped into bed, and I started to get into mine.

"Push your bed over to mine," he said. I hesitated only a moment before I complied. Would I get to sleep with him?

"I need a cockwarmer," he said. I looked confused. "Get under the covers and put my cock in your mouth. Don't suck it. I want to go to sleep with my cock in your cumwhore mouth." He smiled at that. He liked that he could call me his cumwhore and that I liked it.

I got under the covers, and lay down next to him, scooting down so that my arm around his bulky thighs and my mouth even with his cock. His cock was flaccid and looked as exhausted as Mike did. I hugged his legs tight and admired his body. I felt closer to Mike than ever. It was an intimate furnace with his heat and mine trapped under the sheets.

"No sex for you tonight, bitch," he said. "We've both got a big day tomorrow. Make sure you have that pager on all day tomorrow, understand?"

I nodded yes as I started to take his dick in my mouth. He slapped the top of my head.

"What?," I asked.

"You forgot something." He lifted his leg. I was still confused.

"Kiss me goodnight," he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about his mouth. I wedged my head between his muscular, furry thighs and my mouth found his beautiful ass. I kissed his hole once, just the outside, and inhaled his scent deeply.

"Nice bitch," he murmured sleepily. He was already falling asleep.

He closed his legs and I took his cock in my mouth. It tasted of cum and . . . ass? Not mine. Someone else's? It turned me on that Mike's cock might have been in another guy's ass. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, but tonight would not be the night.

I fell asleep with Mike's soft cock in my mouth, breathing through my nose. I had never been happier.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

Administrative Stuff: * Special thanks to IAFratBoy@hotmail.com and his series "Special Dorm Delivery" for the inspiration. * Thanks for all the encouragement so far. Fan emails are welcome but not required (sailboyla@hotmail.com). I'm not the type of guy to hold the story hostage; I will continue to write the story even if I don't get emails. I'm assuming someone out there likes the stories. * I have a rough outline for part 4, but it might take me a while to write it. Email me if you have suggestions, but I can't promise I'll include them. * About me: I'm 28, love rimming, and like to get dominated by guys under 35. I currently live in LA, though I may be moving to SF in August. If you're interested in hooking up, email me with a picture and we'll see what we can do.