I went home for the weekend. Buck didn't want to, claimed he had a lot of reports to get at and he'd make some progress without me raping him all the time. I ask you, who was raping whom?
Anyway, time at home was boring and I won't bore you. I missed Buck and I was glad to come back to the dorm room and throw my back pack on he bed and give him a cheerful greeting.
Right away, I could see that something was wrong. The sides of him yummy mouth were turned down and his shoulders were droopy. I asked him what was up. It took him a long while to answer but finally I got more than I expected.
"On Friday, right after you left, Jorge came to pick up the washing."
Who's Jorge you ask? He's another student who is picking up some money by doing most of the guy student's washing. He's a babe, tan, smooth and muscular with a cute face. I guessed he might be had but I didn't pursue it because I had this hot boy right in my room.
"Jorge, yes, what?"
"Well I told him to wait a moment as I wanted to add the clothes I was wearing to the wash bag."
"Y-e-e-s," I said, already way ahead of him.
"I went into the John and stripped off the clothes I was wearing and he grabbed me from behind. He has one of those silky insistent voices and his hands were busy on my body and he was kissing me and shoving his tongue in my mouth. He also played with my nipples. I never thought that would be exciting, but it turned me into a putty. I went limp, except for my penis and he grabbed that too."
"So you funked him. That's okay, I don't take cock up my ass. If you like that, make another date with Jorge."
"No Craig. You don't get it. He funked me."
"How did that happen?"
"I guess I've been fantasizing about you doing it and he was there and he is really strong and knows how to get a guy under his spell."
I tried absorbing this amazing story. "Did you like it?"
He blushed. "To tell the truth, Jorge is a great looking guy except for his dick. It's like a little boy's, so..."
"You want more cock. You're a kind of whore lad. Who knew?"
"No shit."
"No shit is good." I whipped down the covers of his bed. He was naked. "You expecting the laundry boy?"
"No, you babe." Then he shook the rest of his bedding off himself and lay on the edge of the bed near me. He lifted his smooth, white, hairless legs and ..his pink crinkle winked at me.
In a second I was undressed. I came close and reached out a hand and touched that rim. He gasped. "Put your finger in."
I couldn't believe that Buck had become this browning queen. It was all my fault, but my analytical mind closed with a figurative snap. I was in the grove. Fucking wasn't my real game but this boy was delish. Those smooth ass cheeks with the dimple and his flat belly glimpsed between his held thighs. But most, it was the heavy huffing of his breath that was sending me into my lower brain stem.
I inserted a finger and played with the bump inside. He was moaning now loudly. After a while of revving him up I realized that my own cock was almost hurting for action. It was yearning to feel enclosed by a hot collar of his passage.
Then, almost reading my mind, he reached for my cock and steered it toward his hole.
"Slow, you're like a dirigible."
I put the fat head in and waited. His pretty chest sprung heavy sweat of fear. It made me feel powerful. I was no long steering a reluctant virgin into gay sex, now I was satisfying a hungry boy.
"A little more," he wheezed.
"Bucky wants fucky, huh?" I choked out.
He nodded, his face screwed up in preparation for an onslaught. I pushed the rest of my cock into the steaming hole with one smooth push.
"Whooop!" he called in alarm, but then, watching his face, it relaxed and a slow smile spread from his lips.
He is a natural born fuckee, I figured. I pulled out slightly and pushed in. "Nice," he breathed, "More."
Thn as I began riding him, thinking about my own fun, he kept saying, "So good. Harder, faster."
This boy was a screw crazy nut.
I fucked him so hard he was grunting with pleasure and cooing and crowing. I should have charged him for the fun he was having. We both were sliding around the edge of the bed and I had to lift him and reposition him several time. He was in a fog, he never even felt it.
I settled into a nice trot and that steady in and out. His grunts began to take on a warning note and as I watched, his slim, long cock lifted off his belly and the head turned cherry red as it shot a small amount of spooge, but then, with a vocal trill, it lifted again and a full steam flew out and hit his chin. I noticed his long tongue sought a taste. Then as he pulsed stream after stream his ass hole spasmed around my cock and that was more than I could stand.
I rear up and began delivering the milk. He felt the hot pressure and mewled loudly. I felt my cock pulsing and shooting and Buck happily accepting my breeding him. It was a perfect moment that stretched for a long time.
Finally, as I pulled out, I gave a love slap to his one shapely cheek. "You are one good fuck, not that I have anything to compare it with. That was my first time."
He puffed out his full lips. "Kiss."
I pressed my lips against his and settled into a long hot kiss. I tried to make it show my gratitude for what had just occurred and also the express my growing feeling for him.
"Was I as good as Jorge?"
"Well, there a bit of a story to tell."
"Uh, oh."
"No, the story is that I made up that Jorge fucked me. The rest was true."
When he saw the questioning look on my face, he laughed, "I just wanted to get you in bed and in a fuck mood."
"You are one devil. So does this mean that we're going to do this again?"
"Hah, even now my ass is beginning to wake up."
End of story