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"The Tide is High," played in our dorm room again. Mitch and I were listening to Max 104.1, as our Florida hall's air conditioning sputtered to keep us cool. We were both freshmen, and he and I lived relatively close to each other in Fort Lauderdale. We both were fans of the Tampa Bay Buccaneers, and as we smoked Mary Jane, the chilling feeling had taken over. The royal ass resident assistant wasn't here this weekend, and we also drank vodka as hits from Blondie and Cyndi Lauper came on. It was great that our favorite radio station was playing five songs in a row, with no commercial interruptions, which always seemed to take forever.
Wearing only shorts, the heat was rather stifling, and Mitch was right. "Better to just wear our underwear." He had seen me naked before, as I had seen him that way too. We were good friends as roommates, and even had experimented a bit together. Sure the booze and drugs helped, and the last time we did this, we had jerked each other off. It felt really good, as did it when Mitch rubbed his penis against mine. Mutual masturbation with him, caused us both to shoot gigantic loads. He was right. "If it feels good, why not?" As the dope made me relax, I didn't fight Mitch off as he took my underwear off without permission.
Here I was standing buck naked, and as he massaged my penis and testicles, I got really hard. So much so that I took his underwear off. Michael Jackson's "Billie Jean " was on his boombox, and sure enough we both felt waves of pleasure touching each other's private parts. Soon his penis was on mine, and as he stroked us off, he told me to "take a shower." "Why would you want that?" I asked, innocent to his intentions. "I'm going to finger fuck you." Did Mitch really say that? His green eyes and blonde hair, posture said that was correct, and he told me how to clean my ass. No one had ever played with my rear end, and I was ambivalent about it. Yet high, drunk, and horny I figured why not. He was so athletic, and although I wanted to continue feeling him up, I moved to the shower. Thinking of his nice looking shaft, I got the hot water going.
"Make sure you bend over and soap yourself up." The buzz I felt, my inhibitions were gone, as Mitch watched me with a look of approval. Soon he was in the shower too, and he kissed me. That hadn't happened before, and I kissed him back with every bit of my vigor. Sexually aroused, I let him put soap all over me, and got the suds on him too. He was so good looking, the Arctic blue eyes, the Nordic look, and that really nice hard cock up on mine now. It was if I lost my control and was under his spell. Nothing held me back, and I felt his finger thrust in me. It hurt a little, but as he twirled it, I started to feel a warm sensation. It was if he was touching the back of my penis, and he told me to get out of the shower, to dry up and meet him on his bed.
Hypnotized. That's the only way to describe it. My ass had just had his finger inside me. And now I was on his bed, bent over. Prone. Completely vulnerable. I sensed him behind me, and he told me to "relax and push down," I was to follow his instructions completely, as the 80's music continued playing in another universe. Bent over on his bed his finger became two, with some wet fluid on them. I grimaced in pain, and he told me "push down," I did what I could to, as I flexed my ass out as his digits penetrated and broached my insides. It was a life altering moment suspended in time. As he proved me I smoked more weed, and soon a feeling of pleasure and slight awareness overtook my senses. Mitch moved his fingers in and out, and as he played with my balls, I moaned in pleasure. This felt so damn good.
Admittedly felt thrilled yet violated at the same time. Hearing Mitch's voice, I didn't understand what he was saying, but as he thrusted his fingers in me, my eyes closed due to an overwhelming wave of pleasure. Then he stopped. Wait a minute! His penis was poking me. I wanted him to stop, but I couldn't say it. Then I just, wow I was not going to allow him, but I submitted. His fairly thick cock was in my asshole. He was sodomizing me! Bent over he told me to "breathe out push out." He was inside me, and I felt him breathing heavy, soon sweat on my butt cheeks as his strong hands held on to my waist.
I felt the pressure and his dick butt fucking me. It was so strange to be subservient, yet I didn't want to yet I did want to. He kept grunting as I was contorted in a strange position. The booze and drugs had clouded my judgment, but I allowed him to continue, a man was inside me. I felt pangs of what felt good, but at the same time I felt something oozing back there, met with some pain unexpected. Didn't want Mitch to know so I hid it, biting my teeth on his bedsheets, as he had his way with me. He was breathing heavily now, and it was like my rear end was getting a root canal, yet I desired pleasing him in a new dynamic.
He kept pushing himself in me. I kept holding on for dear life. The heat in the room was up, and the dynamics were different. I heard Phil Collins, and soon I felt Mitch seem like he got taller. He was yelling and soon I felt his cum inside me. I don't remember anything other than passing out. In the middle of the night I woke up with a sore ass, and saw him naked asleep. Looking at his penis and balls, I jerked off thinking about what he had done to me, and had a magnificently huge orgasm. Came all over the place. Took a shower and went to bed. The next day was really awkward, as it had been both our first time going all the way. At least for me as it was obvious he had done this before, as now I was the sodomized roommate that probably would be violated whenever he wanted it.