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Dorm Encounter, Part II
It was late, about midnight as I recall. I was just sitting down to study since, as a Resident Assistant, I got very little done during the evening. I had just turned the stereo on to some relaxing music, Kitaro I think, when one of my residents barged into my room.
Steve was totally buck naked and dripping wet. Once he had closed the door, I asked if anything was wrong. He replied, somewhat testily, that someone had stolen his towel from the shower room. He was livid! I don't even think he noticed that he was naked.
I offered him a towel saying, "Dry off. You're making a mess." He did, and then put the towel in my hamper. He then sat on my bed, still naked, and asked what I was doing.
In the habit of teasing my residents, I replied that I was going to study unless he could suggest something else. This particular guy was too cute for words. Small, hairless for the most part, blond, big baby blue eyes.... you know the type. Having seen him naked just now, I could also see that his daddy had been good to him in the dick department.
Much to my surprise, Steve put his hands over his face and started sobbing. I sat on the bed next to him and wrapped my arm around his shoulder. In my softest voice, I asked what the problem was. He was slow to reply as he was quite choked with sobbing, but he got it out eventually.
"Andrew, I didn't get my towel stolen. It's still in the shower room. I came in here because I wanted to talk to you. I think I am interested in men, but I am scared to find out if I am or not. I figured since you were so open about being gay, I could talk to you."
"What makes you think you are attracted to men?" I asked. "I thought you had a steady girlfriend."
"Sure," he replied. "Sarah is great. But I can't make myself have sex with her. I just can't make myself touch her. I can't... you know... I can't...."
"You can't get it up?" I asked.
"Yeah. It just doesn't feel good. Does that mean I am gay?"
"Not necessarily. Have you ever thought about loving a man?" "Yeees," he shyly replied. "And I thought... maybe...."
"That maybe we could try it out?" I asked. "I'm not sure that's such a good idea. What if what we do does make you happy, and you decide to become gay and maybe you're not supposed to be?"
Steve looked me straight in the eyes and said, "That's my choice, I suppose. All I know right now is that I want you to show me how to make love to a man. Right here, right now."
I looked down and discovered that his beautiful cock had risen to full height, about seven delicious inches, and was waving furiously in his lap. I reached down and put my hand around it. He jumped slightly. "Must be the first time someone else has touched it," I thought to myself. I took my hand away, and turned his face towards mine, locking my lips over his. His kiss was tentative at first, exploring, cautious. Soon, though, he had parted his lips and was swiping the inside of my mouth with his young tongue. Our tongues battled furiously, fighting each other in passionated love. He wrapped his arms around me and pushed me to the bed, still kissing his heart out. I broke the kiss, gasping, and said, "Hold on kiddo. Let me get out of my clothes.
I stood up and quickly shed my t-shirt and shorts. my eight inch cock sprang out of my shorts like a prisoner let free from a cell. I joined Steve back in the bed, lying prone on top of him. Our cocks rubbed together causing intense frictional pleasure as my tongue again found his willing mouth. We rolled on the bed for several long minutes, kissing hugging and thrashing our legs and arms around each other in a frenzied passion.
I finally had to come up for air, and I sat up on the bed. I told Steve to lay back and relax, and do nothing. He complied, closing his eyes and putting his arms by his sides.
I began kissing his forehead, and slowly worked my way down his face, stopping to tongue fight for a brief second. I traced his neck and adam's apple with my tongue and then swirled around each nipple, causing them to harden immediately. I lightly nipped at each nipple, causing Steve to moan slightly.
My tongue then travelled down to his navel, across his tight and smooth stomach, and found his cock. Slowly, with the grace of an English monarch, I traced the length and girth of his cock as he began writhing in passion. His hips lifted slightly, indicating that more intense adoration of his manmeat was in order. I swallowed the shaft in a couple of easy strokes and began worshiping his tool with all my energy. My hands alternated between fondling his tight ballsac and roaming his smooth chest. I tweaked nipples as I passed by, all the while sucking my heart out. He was really getting into it bouncing up and down and crying my name over and over.
"Oh, God. That feels so good. Don't stop. Please, keep sucking. Oh Christ!" was all he could manage. I kept sucking, eager to taste the nectar of my sweet little man. I was soon rewarded as He pushed firmly upwards and blasted several long shots of semen down my throat. His was the sweetest semen I had ever tasted, and I relished each tangy drop. I let the final few shots hit my face, and fell down, exhausted, atop him. I inserted my tongue in his mouth, and he swabbed my mouth tasting his own semen. He then licked my face clean, smiling all the while and running his hands up and down my back.
I moved down his body, still kissing and licking until I had reached his balls. I think he knew what was coming because he lifted his legs up in the air. My tongue traced a line from his balls to the opening of his anus, and swirled around and around. This drove him crazy, so I sucked on a finger and rammed it in his hole quickly. I began moving it around his chute, and ultimately must have hit the pleasure spot because he literally screamed, "Fuck me, man. Fuck me, please. Fuck me!"
Only too happy to oblige, I offered him my throbbing prick for lubing. He swallowed the shaft awkwardly, but like a dog takes to water, he quickly developed some fine cocksucking skills. Once my rod was slippery, I pulled out and placed the tip at the entrance to his tunnel. Slowly, almost painfully, I sank into him. He tensed at first, breathing only slightly, but once I was in and held still for a minute, he let out his breath and pushed back on my cock. I pulled out and slowly sank back in, relishing in the soft tight hole. He was moaning loudly, crying and laughing at the same time.
"I knew it would be like this. Oh, God, keep fucking. Don't stop. Don't ever stop. Oh Shit that feels so fucking goddamn good!" he repeated over and over again.
I fucked him slowly at first, building speed and intensity over several long, delicious minutes until he was bouncing all over the bed, we were both shouting, and sweat was flying all over the place. The crescendo came when I shot my pent-up creamy load up his chute in such a force that I even surprised my seasoned self. I came and came and came until I thought my cock was going to fall off, shouting all the while, "Here it is, you fucking stud! Take my load! Take it! Take it!"
Finally, my cock having subsided, it slipped from his hole, bringing with it a flood of semen that just wouldn't fit. I sat back on my haunches and tried to catch my breath. We looked at each other, our hands meeting mid air, and I said, "I think you might just have some potential, my man!"
Suddenly, thunderous applause broke out from behind us, and we turned in shock to find several of the other guys on the floor standing there in the doorway, fists around cocks, shooting all over my floor. They were cheering and smiling, and the only thing I could think of to say was, "Don't waste it on the floor! Steve and I could use another meal at least!"
But that, as they say, is another story. Look for part III in the next few hours.
Jack one on me! whitaker@athena.cs.uga.edu