Game Night

Game Night

(college, mast, auth, cum denial, humil, feet, drug use)

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GAME NIGHT -- A PROMISE FULFILLED - FRIDAY, MAY 29th 2009

Ryan mounted the weight bench in the improvised workout room of their apartment, fully prepared to assume his role as tonight's entertainment, allowing his hands to be secured to the uprights normally used to support a hefty barbell. Lifting his legs, he looked to the wall-mounted television in the corner of the overcrowded room. Jason, his roommate for the past two years, was connecting Ryan's video camera to the monitor with high-definition cables. Once ready, he pompously announced to his buddies it was time to begin. Andrew, a longtime friend of Jason's, would be afforded the privilege of being the first to penetrate the submissive boy spread out below. Tommy and Matt, regular guests along with Andrew, stood expectantly nearby, waiting to watch the show and take a turn themselves.

The past month had been difficult for Ryan. Over the last twenty-nine days, his roommate had somehow morphed into a curious combination of bully and boyfriend, persecutor and protector. He'd been led to this point incrementally, step by agonizing step, and tonight was the culmination of Jason's work. On this night Ryan was simply a hole to fill, at least to the three invited guests, and Jason was going to take great pleasure in watching the upcoming debasement, made all the more sweet a victory by the fact that Ryan would enjoy it more than anyone else in the room.

Andrew spread wide the legs of the staked out pussyboy lying on the bench and positioned his angry, red cock at the well-used entrance. He pushed hard, showing no mercy, bottoming out on the first thrust before stopping to allow his dick to soak in the velvety glove provided by Ryan's newly discovered cunt. Since Jason had been providing updates to his friends throughout the month, everyone knew what would happen next - Ryan was going to cum from nothing more than the stimulation of a hard cock inside his twat. Humiliated beyond words but unable to control his body's response, Ryan winced as his aching cock failed to contain his jizz, the first shot easily clearing his head and drawing a loud roar of approval from the onlookers. Overloaded by both the pleasure and shame of such a slutty display, Ryan allowed his mind to wander as the waves of orgasmic bliss racked his body. It hadn't always been this way. He hadn't always been such an obvious, cock-hungry slut...

BEGINNINGS -- AN AGREEMENT MADE - FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

"Fuck you, Ryan!!! I can't believe you're doing this again!!!"

By now, Jason had been shouting at his roommate for over fifteen minutes. Grabbing his checkbook, he stormed out of their second floor apartment warning "don't think we're done, Ryan -- you're gonna regret this!"

It should have been a pleasant day. Warmth had returned to North Carolina, the welcome sun prompting rebirth and renewal. Jason's fury, however, blinded him to this annual miracle as he walked with deliberate speed toward the leasing office. Moments ago, his roommate Ryan had revealed he'd be late with his half of the rent and utilities - for the third month in a row. Jason had little choice -- this month he'd have to shoulder the entire cost.

But money wasn't the cause of his rage. Jason's affluent southern family provided generously and he'd never miss the additional funds. His anger stemmed from the misconception that Ryan was irresponsible. This was not true; his roommate was normally quite dependable. Thanks to excellent grades, he'd secured a scholarship to their prestigious Durham University but the grants scarcely covered tuition and books. To pay rent and other expenses he worked as a waiter at an upscale restaurant in the historic downtown district. Until recently, this provided enough for living costs but the recession had cut into his earnings. His hours had been reduced and he was netting significantly fewer tips. Unfortunately, this caused their living arrangement to grow ever more strained.

"I have to teach him a lesson," Jason grumbled as he walked back to the apartment. He made a decision to act quickly, before his temper cooled. Ryan needed to know the full extent of his fury.

When Jason returned, Ryan was sitting on the couch, the unspoken language of his slender body indicating his heightened tension. Wordlessly, Jason rushed to the utility closet and retrieved a screwdriver from the tool box. He beamed inside as he considered what he was about to do.

Moving quickly to Ryan's room, he opened the door and raised the tool before coaxing the screws out one by one. The door was fully off the top hinge by the time Ryan dared to approach.

"What are you doing to my door?" he asked hesitantly.

Jason initially ignored both the question and his roommate. Squatting to reach the bottom hinge, he began to extract those screws as well.

"YOUR door?" he finally responded without looking up.

"Yeah," Ryan repeated. "What are you doing to my door?"

"You know -- it seems to me that this isn't YOUR door, not for the next thirty days anyway. This is MY door for the next month. I'm the one who paid for it." He jerked it free of the over-painted hinges and stood, lifting the confiscated slab of wood and walking it down the dark hallway toward his room. Ryan was only a few feet behind, complaining all the way.

"You can't do this, Jason -- I need a fucking door!!!"

Jason slid his stolen cargo underneath the bed before answering.

"Now would be poor time to be raising your voice to me, Ryan."

The hardness in Jason's eyes was menacing and the fine blond hairs on Ryan's forearms stood on end. The precise emotion to blame for this response was difficult to identify -- was it rage, fear, or some combination of both? He wisely lowered his voice before continuing.

"I'm sorry, Jason. It's just that I need my door."

"Why?"

"For privacy -- why else do people use doors?"

Justin maintained his fierce stare, raising his eyebrows and cocking his head slightly to one side upon hearing Ryan's defiant tone.

"So you'll jerk off in the bathroom for the next few weeks. Maybe this will encourage you to pay your rent next month."

Ryan decided to try a different approach -- reconciliation.

"I'm sorry -- listen, I'm sorry for everything - the rent, the utilities, and for raising my voice. Just please, let's put the door back up."

Jason, unmoved, stoically crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"You'll get your door once you've paid the rent. I think that's fair."

Ryan, frustrated and unmistakably beaten, turned to walk away.

"If you're willing, maybe you could earn it back," Jason offered.

"How?"

"Instead of finding the cash -- which might be difficult - you could be in charge of all the domestic responsibilities around here. That way, at least you'd be contributing to our living arrangement."

"So you want me to clean the apartment for the rest of the month?"

"Yes, but when I say clean -- I mean clean. You'll do the kitchen, the living room, both bedrooms and bathrooms - everything. You'll also be in charge of the laundry -- yours AND mine."

Like most college students, they were doing well to give the apartment a light cleaning every few weeks. This was going to be a tremendous additional burden to Ryan's already hectic schedule.

"And if I agree to this, you'll put my door back up?"

"Maybe -- if I'm pleased with your work," Jason teased. Ryan rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Dude, I don't have the time to keep up with my classes, work at the restaurant, AND be your fucking maid!"

Jason felt his anger about to boil over. He'd just offered Ryan a fair compromise and the ungrateful bastard was yelling at him.

"Fine -- then I'm done with you. I want you out of this apartment. I don't intend to support you if you're not gonna pull your own weight. You've got until the end of the month." His ultimatum delivered, Jason began to close his door. To Ryan, the proposal suddenly seemed less ridiculous.

"Wait! I need this place. You know I'll never find an apartment on what I make. Please, I'll take care the cleaning and everything..."

Jason briefly considered before answering.

"No, too late -- now you've pissed me off. That deal's off the table."

"What? Please, I'll do anything!"

"Is that so?" Jason's eyes gleamed as his mind began to work.

"Yes -- anything you want."

"So, whatever I say, even if it makes no sense, you'll do it?"

"Yes, yes!" Ryan said emphatically. "I'm desperate here."

Jason's features softened, melted by a puckish grin as he considered the mischief he could cause. He relished the idea of having an outlet for his bullying, an inherent need that hadn't been adequately sated since high school. But first he needed to test Ryan's sincerity. There was no genuine need to do what he was now considering, but as angry as he was it seemed an apt penalty.

"Follow me," he commanded as he walked to Ryan's room, the missing door allowing easy entry. "Jesus -- it's a mess in here. Gather up your underwear."

"What?"

"You heard me -- do it now and stop asking questions."

Ryan opened his dresser and collected his jockeys. When nothing but socks remained, he turned to face his roommate.

"Is that all of `em? Are there any in your hamper?" Jason asked.

"A few..."

"Get them too -- every last pair. Hurry up!"

After placing his clean underwear on the bed, Ryan moved to the hamper, sorting the contents to retrieve the soiled shorts. Once done, he looked up curiously for his next instruction.

"You got `em all?" Jason asked.

"Yeah -- I think so."

Jason snatched the clean shorts from the bed and motioned for Ryan to follow him into the living room. He opened the sliding glass balcony door with Ryan in tow, still clutching his dirty jockeys. Jason removed the lid to their small hibachi grill and tossed the shorts inside.

"Go on -- throw yours in too," Jason instructed.

Ryan, in no position to bargain, begrudgingly placed his dirty shorts on the pile and they were soon doused with lighter fluid. With the flick of a lighter and a loud "whoosh" of flame, the ruined garments began to burn. Jason searched his roommate's face for a reaction -- and got another idea.

"What about the ones you're wearing?" he asked.

Jason got the reaction he was looking for -- Ryan begged.

"No, Jason, can't I keep these? They're my last pair."

"Take them off and watch `em burn."

"Why?"

"...Because you pissed me off!!!" Jason shouted angrily, taking a step forward and moving uncomfortably close. "For the next month, I want you walking on eggshells around me. You need to know there will be consequences for getting me angry. A month without underwear, without any privacy, and few measly extra chores isn't too high a price to pay for staying here rent free, is it?"

Ryan looked down at his feet and muttered, "I guess not..."

"Then unless you wanna be homeless, you'd better get those shorts off before the fire goes out."

Jason was inventing this humiliation on the fly, enjoying the feeling of control that came with it. If his roommate didn't move soon, he'd retrieve the underwear himself. Ryan retreated into the living room to give himself more space and to keep from being seen by the people in the parking lot below. He turned his back to Jason while latching his thumbs under the waistband of his sweats, pulling both them and his underwear down together. After slipping them off, he stood and separated the garments, his back still turned to Jason. The smooth, white globes of his ass mooned his roommate as he bent forward to step back into his sweatpants. When he turned around, dirty jockeys in hand, Jason stepped away from the sliding door and made a grand gesture toward the grill.

"Burn `em, dude..."

Ryan stepped outside, his soft cock and low-hanging testicles now swinging unsecured inside his sweats, and tossed his last pair of underwear onto the fire, watching as they too were consumed by the inferno. Jason replaced the lid to squelch the flames and ushered his roommate inside.

"OK -- let's review. For the next month, you'll take care of all the housework. The entire apartment will be cleaned daily. You got it?"

Ryan nodded in affirmation. "Yeah, I understand."

"Good, then we have a deal. Actually, since leaving home I've kinda missed having servants around. This might work out nicely for both of us. You get a free month of rent and I get a maid."

"Oh, come on, Jason -- don't call me that!"

"You do NOT wanna piss me off again," Jason threatened, pausing to allow the words to sink in before continuing. "Get started on your chores. Remember, the guys are coming over to play cards tonight."

Noting the unhappy look on his roommate's face, Jason had another idea.

"Do you still have your workout kit from freshman PE?" he asked.

"Yeah, somewhere -- I think I kept it."

"Wear that tonight. Think of it as your servant's uniform."

"Those shorts really shouldn't be worn without underwear."

Jason smiled as he felt Ryan's anxiety skyrocket. This was going to be a lot more fun than he'd first thought.

"I know, dude. I know..."

GAME NIGHT -- A SIMPLE REQUEST -- FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

Once a month, the guys hosted a poker night for three of their friends. In truth, they rarely played cards for long, choosing instead to simply drink heavily, smoke weed, and watch inane programming on Spike TV -- they were nights of beer, bongs, and bullshit. Andrew, Matt, and Tommy were closer to Jason than Ryan, as all four were business majors, spending their days on the same part of campus. Ryan, a science major, rarely saw the other three at school. "Game night" was a firmly entrenched routine among the five of them -- and it was unfortunately scheduled for tonight.

When the doorbell rang, Ryan had just finished his housework and was obediently changing into his old PE clothes as instructed. He'd filled out since his freshman year and the t-shirt was far too tight across the chest, his rubbery nipples plainly visible through the worn material, poking out like pencil erasers. Of more immediate concern were the flimsy blue shorts and the prospect of wearing them without underwear. With wide leg openings and a high slit along each side, they barely contained his unruly cock and scrotum. Trying to put these worries out of his mind, he answered the door.

"Hey Ryan -- how've you been?" asked Tommy while Andrew and Matt rushed to the kitchen with their amply supply of beer. As he took note of what Ryan was wearing, he added "Must be laundry day, huh?"

"Oh, yeah..." replied Ryan, trying to keep from blushing.

"Where's Jason?"

"He's in his room. We had an argument and I think he's still mad."

"Well, he'd better get over it -- at least for a couple of hours. I don't wanna deal with another one of his moods tonight."

Jason emerged and greeted his friends, briefly grinning at his roommate to indicate approval of his wardrobe selection. Ryan retreated to the couch and turned on the TV. Jason spoke in vague terms about the argument this afternoon, but graciously left out most of the details.

"Hey Ryan, you want a beer?" yelled Matt from the kitchen.

"Sure, I'll have one..."

"Uh, uh -- no way," Jason interrupted, explaining the new "agreement" to his friends. "Ryan serves us tonight."

Matt and Andrew joined Ryan on the sofa while Jason continued to clarify the new hierarchy. Matt gently nudged his arm, whispering "don't worry about it, dude -- it's just Jason being Jason. He'll cool off in a couple of days. But for god's sake, don't get him mad again..."

Ryan smiled meekly and nodded his agreement. It was sound advice. They'd known Jason a long time; his temper and the mean spirit that accompanied it were legendary. While listening to the story, Andrew pulled a bag from his pocket. After retrieving the bong from under the coffee table he prepared a bowl.

"So...what do you guys wanna do tonight?" asked Jason.

They settled on a few hands of poker and moved to the dining room - less a room than an open space off the kitchen. As Jason began to shuffle, Ryan fished his last few dollars from the hidden pocket--flap inside the waistband of his athletic shorts. It wasn't much but he'd set it aside in case they played cards. Jason noticed.

"Hey -- I thought you were broke!" he said with a menacing tone as he continued to shuffle.

"I am," Ryan stuttered. "I mean, it's just twenty dollars."

"Can you believe this, guys?" Jason chuckled. "Not a dime for rent but he's got money to gamble!"

"Maybe I'll win enough to pay you back," Ryan said optimistically.

Jason scoffed at the notion.

"You won't win -- you never do -- you can't bluff worth a damn. In fact, I think I'll just take this as a down payment on what you owe." Reaching across the table, he took the money. "Besides, I don't gamble with the help..."

"Oh, come on, Jason -- give it a rest", interrupted Matt, visibly unhappy with the tension between the roommates. "We didn't come over to listen to you two bitch all night."

"It's OK, Matt", said Ryan, trying to keep the peace. "I shouldn't be gambling if I can't pay the rent. I'll just watch -- and I can get your drinks. He's right anyway -- I can't bluff worth a shit."

"Let him play, dude," added Tommy. "Whatever problems you have, put `em aside for a few hours. You're gonna ruin our evening."

They sat watching Jason for a few seconds as he prepared to deal. It was clear he was in charge - whatever he decided would be final.

"Is there still a bottle of bourbon in the kitchen?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so," answered Ryan.

"Go get it."

After he returned with the bottle and five shot glasses, Jason continued.

"OK, I'm keeping your money -- you'd just lose it anyway. But I will let you play. You're gonna bet with shots. For every ten dollars you bet, you'll do a shot. If you win some real money, you can use that to cover your bets first, but otherwise you pay up by drinking up. You cool with that?"

Ryan wasn't in a position to complain -- besides, this wasn't as bad as some of the things Jason could've concocted. Actually, it was a pretty sweet proposition -- a chance to play without risking any money. He'd probably end up drunk but that usually happened anyway.

"That sounds fine to me," Ryan agreed.

"You're gonna be drunk off your ass tonight, dude," Jason said with a disturbing chuckle.

Ryan knew little about this game, unable to remember "what beats what" without a cheat sheet. This was going to be difficult. He folded during the second round of betting with only ten of his imaginary dollars on the table.

"Go ahead and pay up," prompted Jason. Ryan poured the shot and quickly tossed it back, the flavorful amber liquor warming his throat.

By the end of the first hour, he was feeling the effects of rapid alcohol consumption. Having never stopped to eat dinner, there was little in his system to slow the absorption of alcohol. Already drunk, he decided to cut his losses.

"I think I'm done guys," he announced, his speech already slurred.

"Can't hang with the big dogs, huh Ryan?" taunted Jason.

"I just need to slow down -- you guys keep playing. I should sit out for a while." Jason tried to gauge his roommate's level of intoxication.

"OK, how about this? I'll loan you fifty dollars so you can play the next couple of hands..."

"Thanks, man -- that'd be awesome!"

"But only on one condition..."

"What is it?" Ryan asked while watching a terrifying grin spread across Jason's face.

"Wear your underwear on your head for the next hand!"

Ryan's face fell and he fidgeted nervously as Andrew and Tommy burst into laughter. Matt rolled his eyes at the ridiculous, juvenile suggestion.

"Damn Jason, leave him alone," Matt interjected. "You don't need to humiliate him."

"Yeah -- I kinda do," he answered, his eyes burning into his worried roommate, silently reminding him of who was in charge without revealing too much to his friends. Tommy tried to diffuse the situation.

"Ryan, you don't have to do that - Jason's just being a prick. But if you're gonna sit this one out, go ahead and fire up the bong."

Ryan grabbed the pipe and lit the sticky, green weed inside, hoping it would help him relax. He held the smoke for several seconds before exhaling and hitting it again. After the current hand, the guys passed the bong while Ryan served a fresh round of drinks. As Andrew dealt new cards to the four remaining players, Ryan retreated into his thoughts, reliving today's events. It felt like he'd been gone for hours when Jason called his name.

"Hey, Ryan, snap out of it -- I asked for a bourbon and Coke."

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he apologized while shaking his head, trying to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

Forcing himself to stand, he wandered to the kitchen. Since the bourbon was still on the table, he only needed a glass of ice and a coke but it seemed to take forever. Abruptly, the guys began to whisper and Ryan's paranoia kicked in. He returned to the table and prepared the drink.

"Wanna earn your twenty dollars back, Ryan?" Jason asked.

"Huh? Oh, how?" he asked apprehensively.

"I'll give you twenty bucks for a foot massage," Jason stated, plainly serious, as he stared at his stoned roommate. The other three wore mischievous grins, revealing the topic of their clandestine conversation and irritating Ryan enormously.

"You don't think I'll do it, do you?" he asked defiantly.

"If you need the money you will," answered Jason as he started to deal. After an uncomfortable silence, Ryan's significant buzz got the best of him.

"I'll do it..."

"Really?" asked Matt, the surprise evident in his voice.

Ryan shrugged his shoulders in an effort to appear nonchalant as he spoke. "Ah, it's just a foot rub." He moved his chair toward Jason. "Here, you can prop your feet up on this. It's just for one hand, right?"

"Nope, I want at least twenty minutes -- a minute for each dollar."

"Oh...well, that's fine I guess."

"And I'm not propping my feet up. Just crawl under the table."

The atmosphere in the room seemed less friendly now, causing Ryan to question the wisdom of crawling under a table surrounded by these guys. Jason noticed the hesitation and eased his chair back to open a path, arrogantly holding up the money and asking, "So you gonna do it or what?"

As Ryan knelt and crawled under the table, Jason returned his chair to its initial position, effectively trapping him underneath. Ryan waited, staring at his roommate's sneakers as he listened to the opening round of betting. Jason finally had to nudge him with his foot to get him moving.

"The twenty minutes doesn't start until you get my shoes off."

Ryan's hands were trembling as they reached for Jason's enormous athletic shoes, his feet seeming so large from this vantage point. Grasping the laces and pulling gently, he felt steamy heat escaping from inside the sneaker. As he slipped the moist shoe off, Jason wiggled the toes of his sock-covered foot in response to the new-found freedom, their incredibly potent scent filling Ryan's nostrils. Curious, and still holding the sneaker, he pulled the tongue back to find the size. Thirteen! Jason wore a fucking size-thirteen sneaker! He heard laughter from above.

"Shit, Jason! You run out of soap this week?" asked Tommy.

"If you think this is bad, imagine what it smells like under the table! Ryan, get the other one off and we'll start the twenty minutes."

A distant-sounding voice asked a question from under the table.

"Do you want your socks on or off?"

"Shit, Ryan! I'm paying for a foot massage -- you'll have to touch my feet. Now take `em out and get to work!"

Choosing the left foot first, he peeled off the damp, foul cotton sock, refusing to look until he'd done the same to both. Since they were roommates and Jason preferred to go barefoot in the apartment, he saw these feet nearly every day. Still, he'd never looked at them LIKE THIS before. It was an odd, bizarre sensation -- being this close. The thick, black hair of his roommate's calves tapered and thinned as it spread over the tops of his feet. Wiry tufts of the same color appeared again on the first joint of each toe. Jason's big toes were exceptionally large and angular, the underside reminding Ryan of the head of a snake - or perhaps some other familiar shape he couldn't quite put his finger on at this moment.

Cautiously, he cupped the foot in his hands and began to massage, digging his fingers into the hot, damp flesh of the arch. Jason sighed in an overstated manner, causing the others to laugh, but Ryan didn't care. He was fascinated by these feet and tugged gently on each of the toes - something he did when he rubbed his own - hoping Jason would enjoy it as well. Changing feet, he gave the same high-quality service to the other.

Drunk and high, Ryan couldn't tell how much time had passed. He was about to ask when Jason lifted a foot toward his face. He tried to dodge but there wasn't enough room. The smelly, still-damp sole of Jason's foot touched his cheek and rested there, toes flexing, repeatedly grasping at his ear. Ryan kept quiet, not wanting to call attention to what was happening. Moments later, the foot slipped forward and the dirty toes grazed his lips. Jason flexed his colossal big toe, dragging the lower lip down, trying to work the smelly digit inside. Ryan panicked and rose suddenly, bumping his head loudly against the tabletop, initiating a round of boisterous laugher from the guests. Jason subtly removed the foot torturing his roommate and casually used it to feel around for his discarded socks, using his agile toes to grasp the cloth firmly. He lifted it to Ryan's face, rubbing the soiled, acrid fabric over his nose.

Ryan was horrified when he realized the effect Jason's actions were having on him. After crawling under the table, his cock had slipped from his shorts but since no one could see, it didn't seem to matter. This changed when he noticed the onset of an erection. He futilely tried to stuff his swollen prick back inside, adding to his stimulation and causing him to go fully hard. Worse, he realized he'd started to ooze precum. Jason's voice startled him.

"Time's up, dude -- you can come out now. Go get Matt another beer."

"SHIT!!!" Ryan silently cursed, grasping his shorts in a pointless effort to tuck his erection inside. The small amount of available material was simply not adequate for the job. Even if he could get it covered, his arousal would still be noticeable. He crawled from under the table between Tommy and Matt, despite the fact that this wasn't the most convenient exit. That way he could stand with his back to the others and disappear into the kitchen, out of their line of sight, and return his dick to its proper, less shameful, location. Once in the kitchen, he discovered he'd leaked more precum than originally thought. Though only semi-hard by now, when he peeled back his foreskin to blot the head dry, the built-up fluid spilled on his shorts. Jason shouted after him from the dining room, clearly growing impatient.

"Ryan, where's that beer? Hurry up!"

"Maybe they won't notice," he thought, knowing he'd draw even more attention if he didn't return soon. Swallowing hard to muster his courage, he approached the table with the beer, the front of his shorts still damp and stained - his partially hard cock jiggling as he moved. Matt noticed the dark, wet spots as he was exhaling smoke from the bong. Ryan didn't realize it yet, but his life was about to change forever.

GAME NIGHT - MOST EMBARRASSING BONERS -- FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

"What's up with your shorts, dude?" Matt asked curiously.

"Oh...nothing," Ryan stammered, looking down and pretending to notice the moisture for the first time. "I must've got some water on them." He returned to his chair, trying to act casual during the awkward pause that followed. Sadly, what he'd admitted to earlier was true - he didn't know how to bluff.

"Wait, I don't remember hearing any water running," Andrew observed.

"Me neither -- come to think of it," added Tommy, his interest peaked.

Ryan continued his lie but decided it needed embellishing. "I just rubbed Jason's feet. Did you want me to get Matt's beer without washing my hands?"

"Don't be rude, Ryan!" snapped Jason impatiently. "Stand up and let us take a look."

Ryan's eyes rolled upward in their sockets but he stood anyway, allowing them to examine his damp crotch with ease. Four sets of inquisitive eyes scrutinized the splotches while Ryan waited.

"I know you didn't run any water, Ryan," Jason continued. "I'd have heard it. So how did your shorts get wet?"

"I told you already. It was the sink!"

"Stop lying to me! Now how did it happen?"

Ryan was frantic. His lie had backfired but he couldn't admit the truth. Normally his mind functioned better than this. Had he not been high perhaps a better story might have come to him.

"I don't know. Maybe condensation from the beer dripped on them."

"So...you rubbed Matt's beer on your crotch?" Andrew asked sarcastically, drawing a laugh from everyone but Matt, who was sipping from the bottle.

"Dude, you gotta do better than that," noted Jason, who found watching his roommate squirm extremely satisfying.

"Yeah, Ryan -- just tell us the truth," prompted Andrew.

"Guys, just drop it, OK?" he begged.

"Did you piss yourself?" asked Tommy as he took a hit off the pipe. "Do you have a bladder control issue, Ryan?" he added comically.

"No!!! No way!" cried Ryan.

Jason slammed his hand against the surface of the sturdy wooden table hard enough to topple an empty beer bottle, creating a thunderous, startling noise.

"Then WHAT!!!" he barked menacingly.

Unfortunately, the sudden noise made Ryan jump and his dick reflexively released more precum. The new moisture was restrained by his foreskin but he knew it would soon leak into the shorts.

"Alright, alright -- while I was under the table, my shorts bunched up around my crotch and there wasn't enough room to fix it. The pressure made me hard and I started leaking precum. It's precum - there -- you guys happy now?"

No one spoke. He nervously tried to fill the silence himself.

"I'm sorry I lied but it's not the kind of thing normal people talk about. I just assumed you'd let it go -- SHIT!"

The three invited guests felt a bit sorry for Ryan. It was just some harmless, good-natured teasing, but they'd obviously upset him. Jason's thinking, however, was diverted in an altogether different direction.

His initial objective had only been to teach Ryan a lesson. As an over-privileged bully, he knew the value of a little humiliation in getting what he wanted. To date, his "modus operandi" had been to disgrace a person once then use fear of continued embarrassment to keep his victims compliant. The worried look etched on Ryan's face took him back to those carefree alpha-male days in high school -- flushing freshmen heads down toilets and stealing clothes in the locker room, playing keep away with them until he tired of the game. He didn't feel sorry for Ryan; instead, he saw an opportunity to experience that same gratification once more. Maybe he could convince his friends to take part as well -- acting as a pack could prove even more entertaining.

"God Ryan, don't get upset," said Matt after a few seconds. "We were just having a little fun."

"Yeah," added Tommy. "That used to happen to me all the time."

"Me too," agreed Andrew. He grinned and added with a good-natured, humorous voice, "That's why you should wear underwear, dude."

As they laughed, Ryan's precum navigated through his foreskin and seeped into his shorts, causing a new stain to spread across the front. He felt the moisture but couldn't force himself to look.

"You're still leaking," Jason observed.

"I'm sorry, guys. It sometimes takes a while to stop."

"You must've been really turned on," Jason teased.

"I wasn't `turned on' - the shorts were just rubbing me weird."

Ryan casually brought his hands together in front of his crotch, using them as a shield. It was an awkward maneuver. No one stands like that unless they're trying to hide something.

"Well, stop touching it," ordered Matt.

"I'm not!"

"Calm down, Ryan," interrupted Andrew. "I'm tired of this game anyway. What else you guys wanna do?"

"I don't know. I'm pretty buzzed," said Tommy. "Don't pick anything that requires a lot of thought."

"Let's just hang out in the living room," suggested Andrew. "This chair's killing my ass."

"You guys go on," said Jason. "I'll help Ryan get some snacks."

As the three guests headed to the couch, Jason ushered his roommate into the kitchen. They heard Tommy's voice calling after them.

"What kinda snacks?"

"The usual - chips, pretzels, party mix," answered Ryan.

"I don't know," replied Tommy. "I'm hungry. I need real food."

"We could order a pizza," suggested Matt.

As they phoned in the pizza, ordering more food than they needed -- which is often the case with potheads - Jason cornered Ryan in the kitchen.

"Dude, what's up with you tonight? Why'd you get hard under the table?"

"I told you. The shorts bunched up and the pressure caused an erection. It happens -- no big deal."

"So it had nothing to do with my feet?"

"NO!!! Hell, no! It wasn't like that!"

"So if you were to do it again, maybe with one of the guys out there, you wouldn't bone up just like before?"

"Of course not!"

"I don't know, Ryan," Jason said with a smirk, moving disturbingly close. "For some reason, I've got this nagging feeling about you..."

Ryan sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes again. This type of reaction -- dismissive, like everyone else was an idiot -- was starting to get on Jason's nerves. He resisted the urge to slap his roommate hard across the face.

"Look," Ryan began. "I'll say it again as clearly as I can - I AM NOT INTO FEET." He then opened the fridge, poking his head inside.

"Wanna make a bet?" asked Jason. His roommate's ass was sticking up invitingly as he searched the refrigerator for more beer. Jason found himself watching it.

"No...I don't need to prove anything to you."

That was it. Jason couldn't help himself. With lightening reflexes, he jerked Ryan's shorts to his knees and viciously smacked his milky-white ass, leaving a burning handprint and eliciting a loud yelp. Then, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, he yanked upward, whirling Ryan around to face him. The flimsy shorts slipped all the way to his ankles, leaving him fully exposed.

"Don't you EVER talk to me that way again, Ryan!" he stated in cold, calm, simple terms.

"You...you...you just hit me," Ryan stuttered, cowering, still not believing Jason actually struck him.

The noise from the living room had abruptly ceased after the loud slap, plunging the apartment into unnatural silence. Both guys heard Andrew's hesitant voice.

"Um, is everything OK in there?"

Jason responded for them.

"Just a little attitude adjustment -- nothing to be concerned about..." He then continued with Ryan, lowering his voice so the others couldn't hear. "I smacked your butt because you were being a smart-ass. I asked if you were interested in a bet. If you win, I'll put your door back. Hell, if you win, I'll even buy you some new underwear."

"What kind of bet?" Ryan inquired cautiously.

"As casually as you can, you know - without it sounding too weird, get the conversation on feet -- I don't care how you do it. Convince one of them to let you rub his feet while we wait on the pizza. If you don't get hard, you win -- it's that simple."

"What do you get if I lose?"

Jason smiled.

"My prize will be the look of complete humiliation on your face when that hungry pack of guys notices your hardon."

"That doesn't sound like much of a reward," Ryan replied.

"Oh, it is dude -- it so fucking is!" answered Jason with a malevolent chuckle and a shit-eating grin. He released his roommate, allowing him to pull up his shorts.

"And I'll get my door back if I win?"

"You have my word. So, are you in or what?"

"I'm in...But god knows how I'm gonna get them talking about feet."

"You'll find a way." Jason gave him a playful slap on the ass as they left the kitchen and joined their guests.

Ryan smoked more pot as his mind swirled with ideas on how to steer the conversation to the subject of feet. About five minutes later, as they were complaining about school, Andrew mentioned how far he had to walk between buildings during one of his class changes. It might be the best shot he'd get.

"You should be careful, Andrew," Ryan chimed in. "There are two hundred and six bones in the human body, with fifty-two in the feet -- that's twenty-five percent."

The guys looked at each other curiously. Matt suddenly laughed, "Science majors -- always showing off."

"It's true," Ryan continued. "Most people don't realize how complicated the structures in their feet are. You need to take care of them."

"Whatever..." replied Andrew dreamily, unmistakably enjoying his buzz.

Jason took tremendous pleasure in watching Ryan struggle to get the guys talking about their feet. Tommy unwittingly picked up the conversation thread.

"No, he's right. We had a guy in high school on the soccer team who injured his -- what do you call it, Ryan -- metatas, metatur, no, that's not it."

"Metatarsal?"

"Yeah, that's it, thanks. Broke his fucking metatarsal and looked like he was in pain for two solid months. He missed the whole season."

"What's a metatarsal?" asked Matt. Ryan's last few hits had kicked in and it took him a second to realize the question was directed at him.

"Oh, sorry -- they're the five bones that connect the toes to the bones farther back in the foot." He knew his next statement would sound awkward but he might not get another chance. "Here, take off your shoe and I'll show you."

To his surprise, Matt didn't appear to find the suggestion odd in the slightest. In fact, he seemed strangely interested in learning something new about his body. As he removed his right sneaker, Ryan knelt on the floor in front of the couch. When the foot was finally bare, he unashamedly grabbed it with both hands, holding it in an almost clinical fashion.

"The metatarsals run from here..." he said, running a finger along the sole of Matt's large foot, "...to about here. They're prone to stress fractures and sports impact injuries."

Jason was impressed. Ryan had managed to get his hands on Matt's bare foot without arousing a hint of suspicion. The guys even seemed impressed as he discussed sports medicine and gently massaged the foot, demonstrating how to relieve stress. Ryan was pleased as well. He'd satisfied the terms of the bet and was in little danger of getting hard. Science was his element, the medical terms and information completely nonsexual -- until Matt made a joke.

"Just be careful touching my foot, Ryan -- we don't want you messing your shorts again." Ryan flushed as the room erupted in cackling.

"It wasn't like that," he objected, placing Matt's foot on the floor.

"Relax, I'm just teasing...and don't stop. You're pretty good at it. Go ahead and do the other one."

Ryan took the other foot and removed the sneaker along with the warm, damp sock. Matt moaned as Ryan's fingers dug into the flesh of his sole.

"Oh, shit! That feels fucking awesome! Yeah, just like that."

"Damn!" said Tommy. "Does it feel that good?"

"Haven't you ever had a foot massage?" asked Andrew.

"Nope."

"Gimme five more minutes and he can do yours," offered Matt. "I mean, if he wants to. You don't mind, do you buddy?" he asked as his hand tousled Ryan's blond hair playfully.

"No, it's OK -- I don't mind."

"That's good. You're a good guy, Ryan -- you know that? I've always liked you. I'm sorry we gave you so much shit before, you know, about your shorts. It's not like I've never gotten hard at the wrong time."

"Where's the most embarrassing place that ever happened?" asked Justin.

"Oh, man!" yelled Tommy enthusiastically as he moved closer. "...Most embarrassing boner stories! Mine always happened on the bus."

"You rode the fucking bus, dude?" asked Jason with a condescending chuckle.

"Shut up, Jason," spat back Matt, defending his friend. "We weren't all rich growing up. Tell your story, Tommy..."

"Well, there was something about the vibrations on the bus. I mean, the thing shook like it was gonna fly apart going down the highway -- and all that stopping and starting. Anyway, I'd almost always get hard. I couldn't help it. I'd put my book bag on my lap but that just added pressure. As soon as I got home, I'd run to the bathroom and jerk off...how about you, Andrew?"

"Mine was in algebra class. I was in tenth grade and my teacher was Ms. McAllister. It was her first teaching job and she couldn't have been much older than we are now. She had an ass to fucking die for!! Watching her write equations on the board kept me hard the whole year."

"That doesn't sound so embarrassing," noted Jason.

"Well, one day she asked me to come to the board to finish a problem in front of the class. I was in no condition to stand up. I told her I didn't understand the problem and she picked somebody else, but before she did, she looked at me and, I swear, dudes -- she knew -- she just fucking knew!"

Matt was not impressed.

"Shit, Andrew -- Jason's right -- your story sucks! You didn't get caught and that whole `she knew' thing was probably all in your head. If you want embarrassing, I'll give you embarrassing."

"What happened?" asked Ryan, still rubbing Matt's foot in his hands and enjoying not being the center of attention for once.

"I got a hardon in front of a doctor and my basketball coach!"

"You're shitting me, dude? Really?" asked Jason with an amused smile.

"It was one of those damn pre-season physicals. We went in the coach's office one by one and the doctor did the physical while the coach worked at his desk. I guess he was some kind of witness or whatever. I was fine until he asked me to lower my underwear. As soon as I did, I started to bone up. He could tell I was embarrassed and said, `It's OK, kid -- it'll be over in a second'. Of course, this just made the coach look up. By the time he started fingering my nuts, I was raging. What's worse is I throw leaky ones like Ryan here. You should've seen it -- me standing there, dick bouncing up and down when I coughed once, then again. A drop of precum actually fell on his wrist! I pulled up my shorts and ran outta there. I passed the physical but was shook up so bad I didn't join the team until the next year."

The room was quiet as Matt's story sank in. Tommy whistled -- a gesture acknowledging how humiliating that must have been.

"Damn! You definitely win the award for most embarrassing story!"

"I don't know about that," said Jason. "We haven't heard from Ryan yet."

Ryan glanced at Jason and realized his plan -- talking about getting an erection was likely to cause one. He was lucky he wasn't hard already just from listening to the others.

"What? Tonight wasn't embarrassing enough for you guys?" he replied with a laugh, trying to deflect attention.

"Come on, Ryan," prompted Tommy. "It's time for my massage anyway. You can tell your story while you rub."

He moved toward Tommy while trying to keep his cock from falling out of his shorts. As he removed the sneakers and dirty socks, he tried to think of a more embarrassing story but came up empty. Tonight had definitely been the worst. He'd gotten hard at inappropriate times before, everyone has, but he'd never been caught with an erection before this evening.

"Tonight really was my most embarrassing hardon," he said honestly.

The guys considered his claim and appeared to buy it. Tommy reclined into the couch and stretched, letting out a satisfied moan as Ryan's fingers worked the sole of his right foot. He wriggled his toes playfully, spreading them wide, and Ryan caught of whiff of the scent coming off of them. From above, he heard Tommy speak.

"Yeah, I guess getting a big, leaky bone while massaging some dude's feet would be pretty hard to top. Where's that fucking pizza?"

Ryan almost let the comment go without reply. After all, it was obviously a throw-away line rather than an accusation, but he couldn't resist. He didn't want his friends to think he had a foot fetish -- a man's foot fetish at that!

"I didn't get hard because of the feet -- it was the..."

"I know I know..." interrupted Matt, sounding extremely irritated. "It was the shorts, blah, blah, blah -- they gathered up in your crotch - we get it already! For fuck's sake, you've told us enough times!"

"I'm not sure I believe him anyway," added Andrew as he lit a cigarette and opened another beer.

"Yeah," agreed Tommy, clearly enjoying the emerging feeling of superiority as his feet were massaged. "Stand up, Ryan."

Ryan struggled to get to his feet. Bourbon and pot, as well as his rapid rise, left him momentarily off balance, light-headed, and dizzy. He sensed movement behind him and saw Andrew approaching. Before he could react, his shorts were around his knees, his cock and balls displayed for everyone. He tried to pull them up but heard Jason snap his fingers.

"Uh uh, Ryan...hand `em over. Come on, be quick about it."

He hesitated for a second before slipping the shorts over his bare feet and kicking them to Jason. He now stood naked from the waist down, his overly tight t-shirt the only thing separating him from total nudity.

"Alright, fine...as you can see, I'm not hard!"

"Maybe he only bones up over Jason's feet," suggested Tommy.

"Come on, guys -- don't do this," Ryan pleaded. Jason stared almost contemptuously at his roommate, his look one of absolute arrogance.

"I just wanna test your theory that it was the shorts. Now that they're gone, you can't blame them."

"No - give me my shorts back!"

"Relax, we're just gonna recreate what happened under the table and see if you get hard. Now get back on Tommy's feet."

Ryan knelt and restarted the massage, his cock already beginning to swell. Since Jason was the only other person who knew exactly what had happened under the table, he provided instructions to Tommy on how to proceed.

"There wasn't that much room under the table," observed Jason. "I think his face was closer to my foot than that."

Tommy pushed his foot closer. At this distance the smell was easy to detect. Ryan's cock responded by throbbing in time with his heartbeat, bobbing higher with each consecutive pulse. Jason continued...

"And I'm pretty sure I was wiggling my toes more. Try that, Tommy - see if it has an effect."

The toes in Ryan's face began twitching and flexing repeatedly, causing his nostrils to fill with their dank aroma. His dick continued its rise, the foreskin beginning to retreat. He felt himself becoming moist.

"Try putting a foot on his face," Jason suggested.

Tommy lifted his other foot to Ryan's cheek and began to rub it around. The sensations were too much and, despite his embarrassment, Ryan felt his resolve fading. He was starting to break. Jason interrupted one last time.

"Wait, Ryan -- didn't I have my toes on your lips at one point?"

"OH, FUCK -- GODDAMMIT!!!" Ryan cried as his penis went painfully erect, standing fully hard, swollen, and proud. His foreskin slipped behind the crown and the smooth, reddish tip started to drip a steady stream of fluid.

Without warning the doorbell rang. Jason stood, enjoying the priceless expression on his roommate's face and his friend's enthusiastic contribution to his hazing. He hoisted Ryan to his feet, shoved two twenties in his hand, and pushed him toward the door before sprinting down the hall with the other three. Andrew yelled from wherever he'd gone to hide...

"Answer the fucking door, dude!"

Ryan stood alone as the doorbell rang again. He searched for his shorts but they were gone -- Jason had the foresight to take them. The bell rang a third time, followed by a loud knock and the word "pizza" yelled from the other side. If he waited much longer the guy might leave, possibly upsetting Jason and their three hungry guests. With nothing remotely appropriate to hide his erection, he approached the door and flipped the security latch to keep it from opening more than a few inches. Cracking the door slightly, he kept his body behind it as he dealt with the pizza guy.

"Sorry that took so long," he apologized.

"No problem. Let's see -- you had the two meat lover's?"

"I guess -- I wasn't in the room when they ordered it."

The delivery guy's eyes shot up and he grinned knowingly.

"...They? Wow, you must be having fun tonight."

"What do you mean?" asked Ryan.

The young man leaned in close and whispered.

"Sex - you were having sex, right?"

"GOD - NO! There's nothing but guys here tonight. Believe me, I was NOT having sex," Ryan said a bit too emphatically.

"I'm sorry. It's just that it took you so long to answer the door and I can smell the weed from out here. Plus, when people hide behind the door it usually means they're naked."

"I'm not naked," Ryan protested, shoving the money through the crack in the door. "Here -- will this cover it?"

"Sure...you need change?"

"Absolutely not," Ryan answered definitively. "Just leave the pizza by the door."

"Sorry, we can't do that anymore -- the store changed the policy. I have to actually hand it to you."

Humiliated or not, Ryan wanted this encounter to end.

"...Oh, for fuck's sake...fine!!!"

He angrily slammed the door and removed the latch before reopening it. The young man's eyes widened when he saw Ryan standing in the doorway wearing only a t-shirt, his throbbing boner dripping between his legs. He removed the pizzas from the bag and handed them over.

"Enjoy your pizza." As the delivery guy walked down the stairwell, Ryan thought he heard him add, "...and whatever else you're up to."

Four starving guys were behind Ryan by the time the door closed. Matt took the pizzas and disappeared into the kitchen. Tommy tapped Ryan's face playfully with the palm of his hand.

"Cheer up, Ryan. Look at it this way -- next time we tell embarrassing boner stories -- you'll have one!"

JASON'S DISCOVERY -- SATURDAY, MAY 2nd 2009 (EARLY AM)

By the time the guys finally left, Ryan was exhausted. Keeping a fresh beer in their hands was no big deal -- after all, he was a waiter. At the restaurant, however, he got to wear pants (most patrons actually prefer it that way) and wasn't subject to incessant teasing. As an additional indignity, the repeated erections caused him to leak absurd amounts of precum wherever he went. As a joke, Andrew finally gave him a bar towel to keep across his shoulder to wipe up the drops that broke free and fell to the floor.

After their departure, Ryan was instructed to clean up while Jason relaxed, propping his massive feet on the coffee table, channel-surfing from the comfort of the couch. Though he appeared to be watching TV, he was actually thinking about today's developments. He'd never intended Ryan's humiliation to be overtly sexual. But after watching him parade around shamelessly in front of his friends, he was thinking darker thoughts. How far could he go? How deep would he sink? So far, Ryan had been a good sport, taking most of the teasing in stride. Sure, he'd bitched some but that was to be expected. Jason recalled the way Ryan looked on the floor massaging Matt's feet and suddenly realized his cock was swelling. This may not have been what he'd planned but it was turning out to be gratifying nonetheless. He grinned as his cock pulsed again. "Oh yeah," he thought to himself, "this could be hot..."

When the last drained beer bottle was thrown into the recycling bin, Ryan approached Jason and stood quietly, almost afraid to speak.

"Yeah, what do you want?" Jason asked without looking up.

"I finished cleaning. Do you mind if I call it night?"

Jason stretched his arms over his head, puffing out his chest and arching his back, grunting as he did. He looked up and smiled.

"Stay up a while longer. Do we have any beer left?"

"A couple..."

"Get me one -- hell, get one for yourself, too. I think we have some things to talk about, don't you?"

Jason watched his roommate's smooth, milky-white ass cheeks jiggle seductively as he walked away. "Not bad," he mused silently. Ryan returned with two beers, handing one to Jason before taking a sip of his own.

"I really need some sleep," he complained.

Jason opened the drawer beneath the coffee table and retrieved a small, brown prescription bottle. He tossed it to Ryan.

"Take two of those and you'll be fine," Jason demanded.

Ryan looked at the bottle and was surprised. His roommate had never mentioned he took these.

"I didn't know you had attention deficit disorder."

"Why would I tell you? It's not something I talk about. Besides, there's a lot you don't know about me."

"Well, it doesn't matter, I can't take these."

"Why not? I've got plenty."

"That's not the point. They have a weird effect on people who don't have ADD. Besides, the instructions say to take one pill twice a day."

Jason closed his eyes and sighed -- Ryan was testing his patience.

"Listen, it's just fucking Ritalin. It's not gonna hurt you to take two. Or do you wanna go for three?"

"I can't believe this," Ryan grumbled loud enough for Jason to hear. "It's two o'clock in the goddamn morning and I'm taking Ritalin..."

After he swallowed the pills, Jason smiled and patted the cushion next to him on the sofa.

"Come on, Ryan -- sit with me. You won't be able to sleep now anyway."

"Can you gimme back my shorts?"

"You don't need `em. I don't care if you sit on the couch naked."

"That's not what I meant -- oh, nevermind!" Ryan sat beside his roommate, the upholstery from the cushions providing an odd sensation on his bare ass. "So, what do you wanna talk about?"

"I just wanna get to know you better. I don't really know that much about you, considering how long we've been roommates."

"What do you want to know?" he asked suspiciously. This was unlike Jason and felt a little creepy.

"Tell me about where you grew up, your family..."

"I grew up in southern Virginia. I have two brothers and a sister."

"Did you have your own room?"

"No, I had to share with my brothers."

"Damn! That sucks, dude. Where'd you go to beat off?"

"The shower mainly..."

"I bet you were glad to get outta there." Jason was speaking in a soft, reassuring, almost seductive tone. "It must've been awesome when you moved in here and got your own room."

"You just don't know, Jason. You have no idea," he answered with a grin.

Jason grasped his roommate's shoulder in a friendly, supportive manner and let his fingers linger. It felt weird and natural all at the same time. Ryan knew typical roommates didn't behave like this and nervously pulled at the label affixed to his beer. Jason squeezed his shoulder again and continued.

"So...you were saying how good it felt to have your own room, a place to jerk off with some privacy."

Ryan laughed at Jason's paraphrased version of what he'd said.

"Well, that's not exactly how I put it but, yeah, it was nice."

"Now that I know, I feel kinda guilty about taking your door, dude. I wish I could give it back to you."

"That's OK," Ryan said with a chuckle, amazed at how comfortable he seemed with his roommate. Turning his head toward Jason almost affectionately, he added, "After all, I did lose the bet..."

Jason shook his head affirmatively.

"You sure as hell did! Fuck! Look at it this way, Ryan -- at least you've still got the shower."

Nearly a minute passed before anything else was said. Ryan was unusually alert from the stimulants but this effect was tempered by the relaxing way Jason kept squeezing and releasing his shoulder. More troubling was the sight of his neglected cock as it leisurely hardened once more, bobbing and tensing every few seconds as it swelled. Though what remained of his modesty objected to this lewd display, he realized there wasn't much point in trying to hide it now. Jason was watching it pulse and grow as closely as Ryan, grinning as it grew more insistent and needy, begging to be touched. When the skin around the head peeled back, a gentle moan escaped Ryan's lips. He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the couch as the muscles in his groin contracted, sending clear fluid up the shaft. Jason's voice, comforting though it was, startled him.

"You're leaking again, Ryan. It's about to drip on the couch."

Ryan, fearful of making a mess, began to get up. Jason held him still.

"It's an old couch, dude. A little precum won't hurt it. Relax and let it happen."

"Let what happen?"

"Nevermind..." Jason slid even closer to his troubled roommate. "You're still thinking about my feet, aren't you?"

Ryan stared at his aching cock and watched another bead of precum ooze from the slit. Carried by gravity, it slimed over the tight, red skin of the head and gathered in the folds of his peeled foreskin. He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath but did not answer the question. Jason wanted to keep this going but wasn't sure what to do next. It took several minutes -- agonizing minutes for Ryan -- but he finally got an idea.

He stood and reached forward, grasping the bottom of Ryan's t-shirt. Taking his time, he pulled it over his roommate's head before tossing it across the room, leaving Ryan completely nude. When he rejoined him on the sofa, he sat impossibly close, draping one arm across his shoulders - practically snuggling him -- near enough for Ryan to feel the heat of his breath.

"I can understand why you won't admit you're into my sweaty, stinky feet. So we can talk about something else..."

"Thank you," Ryan whispered.

"If you're not into feet, what does turn you on? What do you think about when you jerk off?"

Ryan tried to stand but the arm around his shoulder calmly held him still. His struggle was short-lived and futile.

"Tell me, Ryan..."

"I can't talk about that."

"We're friends, aren't we? Friends share their darkest secrets with each other. This could be good for us -- you can tell me your fantasies." Then he whispered directly in Ryan's ear, "Trust me..."

Ryan began to turn his head but realized this would put their faces too close together. He imagined Jason trying something similar with his high school girlfriends -- a clumsy, inexperienced attempt to score some pussy. For some reason, this thought made his dick ache even more. A viscous stream of crystal-clear prefuck exited his cocktip and slid lazily down his prick.

"Fuck, Ryan -- you're really turned, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am..."

"You wanna jerk off with me?"

"What? Really, are you serious?" Ryan breathlessly answered. There was a hopeful, optimistic tone in his voice.

"Sure, haven't you ever done that -- I mean, jerk off with someone else?"

"No."

"It's no big deal. I used to do it with a friend from high school. I'd be willing to do it with you."

Jason smiled when Ryan's right hand began to inch timidly toward his dick. He allowed his roommate to ALMOST touch it before gently pulling the arm back.

"Not yet, buddy. Tell me what you think about when you stroke."

"God, please, Jason -- it's starting to hurt a little."

"I'm sure it does. So unless you want a serious case of blue balls in the morning, you'll tell me what I want to know. When it's for something I really want, I can be very patient -- I've got all night, Ryan."

With the hand dangling from Ryan's opposite shoulder, he lightly tweaked his nipple. His roommate came unhinged, his cock pulsing with each beat of his racing heart, dripping more juice each time it throbbed.

"Please don't touch my nipples," he begged.

"Why? I love playing with mine when I jerk off. Don't you?"

Ryan arched his back and inhaled sharply as a Jason squeezed it again.

"Yeah, I do that too. It's just that -- that..."

It immediately dawned on Jason what Ryan was afraid of.

"OH -- MY -- GOD!!!" Jason whispered slowly, relishing his new epiphany. "You're afraid you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

Ryan turned his head despite its proximity to his roommate. His short, ragged breathing and clenched jaw confirmed Jason's conclusion. When he opened his eyes, Jason saw fear in them.

"Yeah, I might..." Jason gave his nipple another pinch.

"How close are you?"

"Oh, FUCK IT!!! I'm really close. Please stop! Please!!!"

"Don't cum, Ryan -- not yet. Calm down..."

"Let go of my nipple -- please," Ryan sobbed, frantically on edge.

Jason allowed the rubbery nub to slip from his fingers and backed off, withdrawing his arm completely. He stood in front of the couch and reached for his cigarettes, lighting one while taking in the sight of his roommate so close to cumming. Jason knew an orgasm would utterly humiliate Ryan but decided it would have more impact if he waited a bit longer. He grabbed the bong and passed it to Ryan.

"Here -- take a hit, dude and calm yourself down."

While Ryan fired up the pipe Jason continued to think, his mind returning to the dark places he'd visited earlier. He needed to get inside his roommate's head, to learn his fantasies. Such knowledge would be invaluable in breaking him down. He remembered Ryan's ass, how soft and smooth it looked. It was as nice, if not nicer, than some of the girls he'd fucked. His mind was instantly flooded with images from every anal scene in his substantial collection of porn. He'd always wanted to try ass fucking and the idea of using Ryan for just that purpose was gradually increasing in appeal. His underdeveloped morality tried to break through, tried to object, but Jason hastily squelched it. "What do I have to feel guilty about?" he mused. "I'm not gonna hurt him and he might even like it. It's not like I planned for this to happen." This much, at least, was true - he'd never intended for this to be the ultimate outcome. But there was no denying it now - he wanted it. The idea had taken root in his mind and he'd never be content with someone to simply bear the brunt of his bullying. No, he wanted a sex slave -- a trophy even -- someone to parade around as a testament to his masculinity and power. "Oh, Ryan - you poor bastard," he thought as he silently considered the possibilities.

Of course, he'd have to be careful. If he got sloppy, pushed too hard or too quickly, Ryan might run off to file a sexual assault charge. Jason needed something to keep him in his place. Better yet, make the poor cunt need it, convince him that he wanted it too. Jason smiled wickedly at the thought -- Ryan bent over, playing with his hole, begging Jason to fuck him, begging Jason's friends to fuck him -- and meaning every filthy word.

While these thoughts infiltrated Jason's mind, his cock grew increasingly thick. With the Ritalin running through Ryan's system, there was no reason why they shouldn't start tonight. Nothing too difficult, nothing too extreme, but it was time to begin.

"You still about to cum?" he asked, snuffing out his cigarette. "It's difficult to tell since you're so fucking hard and drippy."

"No, I'm fine now -- I won't cum, I promise..."

It was a better response than Jason expected -- compliant, eager to please.

"When was the last time you jerked off?"

"Wednesday night."

"Two days, huh -- I bet your nuts are really aching."

Ryan winced at the truth in the observation.

"You know," Jason continued. "I could stand to bust one out myself. I'd still like us to jerk off together." Ryan looked confused.

"I don't understand why -- it sounds a little gay," he stated timidly, prompting animated laughter from Jason.

"You're one to talk, dude," he answered between chuckles. "Think about it. You got hard with my big toe on your lips - you just let that sink in for a second. And look at you now -- leaking all over the place! You almost shot when I touched your nipple. You might want to reevaluate that little `gay' comment."

Ryan tried to blot out the voice. He couldn't.

"So, I'll offer again. Are you ready to relax and have some fun?"

Ryan saw Jason cupping his package through his shorts. Damn! Lowering his eyes, he looked at his own tortured dick and knew how badly he needed it.

"Yes..." he whispered.

In a flash, Jason bent forward at the waist, his face only inches from Ryan's.

"Then tell me what you fantasize about..."

"I can't, Jason...I just can't..."

Jason straightened up, a grimace etched on his face. This wasn't working. Ryan was resisting too much. He needed another approach, a new idea. Where could he find out what got his roommate's libido racing? Suddenly, he knew the answer.

"Stay there, Ryan. Don't get up and don't touch your dick. I'll be right back." Jason disappeared into Ryan's room and returned carrying his laptop computer. He delighted in his roommate's expression - it was the most panicked look he'd ever seen. "Yeah," he said almost psychotically. "Now you're worried, aren't you?"

After placing the laptop on the coffee table, he made himself comfortable on the floor and booted the machine, hoping for enough battery power to search the contents. When the login appeared, on a lucky hunch Jason left it blank and pressed ENTER. The operating system continued to load.

"Please don't do this," Ryan begged. "Please don't go through my stuff. This wasn't part of our deal -- none of this was."

Jason ignored the frantic pleas and went directly for the browser. Since there'd been no password protection on the main screen, he wasn't sure he'd find anything useful. He soon learned Ryan had an application running that erased the browser history each time Internet Explorer was closed -- including temporary files. "OK," thought Jason, "I'll try the file system." Most of the folders were school related -- an astronomy simulator, a virtual biology lab. Finally, he went to the documents folder. My Pictures was empty and My Videos contained only a chemistry demonstration and Jason closed it immediately. Ryan continued to complain about the invasion of his privacy.

"I take that computer to school -- you really didn't think I'd keep porn on it, did you?"

"There's porn on mine," Jason responded coolly, without looking up.

He was about to admit defeat when he spotted something odd - a Word file named "ToDoList.doc". He had spotted it earlier but the name sounded so boring that he'd ignored it. This time he noticed the file size, which was unusually large. "Who keeps a to-do list that long?" he wondered. His attempt to open it resulted in a password prompt. "And who puts a password on a to-do list?" He casually cleared his throat to speak.

"Hey, Ryan -- what's the password for the `ToDoList.doc' file?"

Ryan clumsily lunged for his computer, inadvertently proving his roommate had stumbled onto something valuable. Jason easily smacked his hands away and yelled, "SIT!!!"

"So what's the password?" he asked again.

"I'm NOT going to tell you. That's my computer and those are MY files. You have no right to go through them," he defiantly protested from the sofa.

Jason had a solution to this insolence already devised. He stood with the laptop and walked to the balcony door. Stepping outside, he held the machine precariously over the railing.

"Tell me the password, Ryan. Tell me or I swear I'll drop it."

"Don't!!! All my school stuff is on there - I can't replace it!"

"Are you gonna tell me the password?"

There was no answer. Jason prepared to the throw the computer across the parking lot. That got Ryan's attention.

"Wait!" he begged.

Jason stopped but kept the machine suspended over the railing.

"Last chance -- you gonna tell me the password?" A wave of complete and utter defeat washed over Ryan as his mind processed what he was about to do.

"Yes -- FUCK!!! I'll tell you, just please don't break it!"

Seconds later, Jason and the laptop were both safely back inside. He wisely located a scrap of paper and a pen to write down the password in case he needed it again.

"OK, what is it?"

Ryan swallowed hard before beginning. As he recited the characters, he knew he was in serious trouble.

"The number one, lower-case u, lower-case v, 45, lower-case k, exclamation point, upper-case N..."

"Is that all of it?"

"Yeah..."

Ryan hoped Jason would just open the file without spending much time analyzing the password. Instead, Jason stared intently at the string of numbers, letters, and special characters he'd just written. At first glance, they looked random -- "1uv45k!N" -- but the more he scrutinized, the closer he got to the truth. He tried to sound it out but the number five kept throwing him off. Once he realized it represented an "S", he had it.

"Luv4skin! Dude, your password is Luv4skin! That's fucking hysterical!"

Ryan's skin felt as though he'd been set on fire. This was easily the most humiliating thing he'd ever experienced. The sight of his roommate's face creeping toward such an extreme shade of crimson, especially while his hard cock still jutted upward as yet untouched, might have been the most satisfying thing Jason had ever witnessed.

"So, Ryan -- you love foreskin, huh? Good to know, good to know..."

"Please don't open that file..."

"Oh, you know I'm gonna look," he answered with a depraved laugh. "What's in it anyway - a bunch of pictures of hot cocks with long foreskins shooting loads all over the place?"

Ryan's cock pulsed with renewed vigor as Jason continued this teasing for an additional five minutes before deciding to see what his roommate was hiding. He entered the password and waited for the document to load. Ryan groaned loudly when he saw Jason's eyes widen and jaw drop, looking like a kid that had just discovered a mountain of presents under the Christmas tree.

"D-U-D-E..." Jason whispered in astonishment. He'd hit the mother lode.

What he saw was an incredibly long diary containing more entries than he could count. The majority were text only, though some also included images of Ryan jerking off in various locations. Jason couldn't determine where all of them had been taken but a few were clearly in public places. Embedded in some of the entries were short video clips of Ryan's orgasms. Jason had never seen his roommate ejaculate, but from the looks of it, the guy shot forceful, impressive loads.

"What am I looking at, Ryan -- some kinda jerk-off journal?"

Ryan looked away, thoroughly ashamed, but muttered a weak "yes" anyway.

"Oh, man," Jason whispered, his eyes still glued to the glowing screen, "Wait `til the guys see this!"

Jason dashed down the hall, returning with a blank CD in his hand. While opening the drive, he looked at his mortified roommate and asked, "You don't mind if I burn a copy - do you?"

After the file transfer, Jason took the CD to his bedroom and returned with his digital camera. Sitting at the computer, he scrolled to the bottom of the journal. The last entry was dated Wednesday, April 29th 2009. Placing the cursor at the end of the text, he pressed ENTER twice.

"What are you doing?" Ryan asked after hearing the keystrokes.

"Making a new entry...let's see -- it's Saturday, May 2nd 2009 -- 3:15 AM," Justin said as he typed. After pressing ENTER twice more, he looked up with a diabolical glint in his eyes.

"OK, get started, dude!" instructed Jason as he stood, camera in hand.

"What?" Ryan asked, not believing what he'd just heard.

"Start jacking it! Beat it like you mean it...make it memorable," commanded Jason, as if his roommate could ever forget this evening.

Ryan opened his mouth to argue but glimpsed his obstinate cock pointing upward obscenely. Precum was everywhere, dripping into his pubes, creating a drenched, matted, sticky mess. He badly needed to jerk off and Jason had already seen so much. Knowing it wouldn't take long to shoot, he decided to just get it over with rather than fight. His hand tentatively closed around the sticky shaft and he closed his eyes, lowering his head to rest against the cushions. A flash of light from the camera penetrated his eyelids and he knew his picture had been taken. He opened his eyes fleetingly to see Jason looking at the preview screen of the device.

"Nice," Jason muttered. "It'll be good to have some face shots to put in your journal. You'll really like this..."

Ryan knew their relationship would never be the same. Jason would never let him live this down. Still, he urgently wanted to cum and masturbated quickly, pushing himself to the edge. His cock, now that it was finally receiving some attention, began to seep additional fluids, self-basting the shaft for continued stroking. Ryan relished, as much as was possible under the circumstances, the feeling of his foreskin continually enveloping then releasing his cockhead. He was approaching the inevitability of orgasm when Jason spoke.

"Change positions."

"Huh?" Ryan was visibly irritated by the interruption.

"You heard me, change positions."

"What do you want me to do?"

"How about lying on the couch? You know, all stretched out." While Ryan shifted positions to accommodate his roommate's request, Jason added "Were you getting close?"

"Yeah, I was almost there," he admitted.

"Sorry, I know you really need to cum. Bear with me -- I wanna get pictures of you jacking in several different positions."

Ryan's urgency was already returning and Jason sensed it.

"Did you hear me, Ryan? Don't cum until I say it's OK. I wanna video your cumshot and I'll need to change camera settings first."

Ryan ignored the coaching and failed to answer, his face contorted with extreme concentration and pleasure.

"HEY!!! I'm talking to you! Do you understand what I want?"

"I'm not sure I can hold it, Jason."

"Take your hand off if you get too close. You can always start over."

Ryan soon lost track of how long he'd been masturbating. Every time he was about to shoot, Jason forced him to either stop or change positions, taking photographs in nearly every room of the apartment. Stopping his orgasm became increasingly difficult as the night wore on. Ryan knew Jason would make his life miserable if he shot without permission -- mercy was not a quality he held in abundance. After one particularly close call, he was instructed to relax until he cooled off. In no mood to relax, he virtually screamed.

"I REALLY need to cum!!! Can't I keep going?"

"Relax, dude! I'm gonna let you nut during the next shot so just calm down and take your hands off it. Here - we'll both take a smoke break."

Ryan grudgingly released his abused cock and accepted a cigarette. Jason lit his smoke and passed the lighter to Ryan, whose fingers were so slick with precum he couldn't get it to strike. Jason giggled as he watched the struggle. He held his cigarette out so Ryan could use it to get his own started. "By the way, you can just keep that lighter -- I don't think I want it back now."

As they smoked, Jason explained what he wanted for the final session.

"OK, listen carefully. You'll stand on the coffee table and spread your legs until your feet are on the edges. I'll be on the floor in front taking pictures -- DO NOT CUM ON ME! Once you're ready to blow, stop long enough for me to get out of the way and switch to video mode. Once I'm ready, stroke it SLOWLY five times then put your hands behind your head and wait for permission to shoot. Once I authorize it, feel free to cum. You think you got it?"

Ryan agreed to the rules, so happy to cum he didn't care how many hoops he had to jump through. By the time they finished smoking, he'd backed off the edge but his cock remained locked and loaded.

Mounting the coffee table, he spread his legs until his toes gripped the edges. He waited until Jason was in position then fisted himself hard. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew the photos from this angle were gonna be incredible. Thoroughly drenched in sweat, he approached orgasm and obediently removed his hands, watching his untouched cock swell and pulse. Jason, pleased by Ryan's compliance, moved to one side and changed the camera settings.

"OK, Ryan -- now for the five slow ones...count `em off."

Ryan wrapped his slippery fingers around the shaft and his legs began to shake. Agonizingly slow, he ran his fist from base to tip and swirled slightly around the knob, as was his habit, before returning to the bottom.

"ONE..." he moaned.

"Fucking nice, Ryan -- keep going..."

The second pass was even more difficult.

"TWO..."

Panting heavily, he struggled to maintain control during the third stroke. It reminded Jason of the way women breathe during labor.

"THREE..."

"That a boy -- almost there..."

Ryan felt his nuts drawing up inside his sack.

"FOUR..."

Jason worried his roommate might fall off the table. During the fifth stroke, his legs shook so violently he could scarcely keep his balance.

"FIVE..."

"Hands off your cock, dude! Put `em behind your head and wait - don't shoot until I give the word."

That last stroke, however, had been one too many.

Even as Ryan's fingers clasped behind his head, the internal machinery responsible for ejaculation had been irreversibly set in motion. He bit his lip, sucked in his breath, and squeezed hard on the muscles in his crotch but it was to no avail. He could stave it off for a few seconds but no longer.

"Don't you fucking cum, Ryan!!!" Jason sternly warned.

"It's already started, Jason -- I can't help it..."

"Fucking hold it, bitch!"

"Oh, FUCKKKK!!! I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."

Despite Jason's orders to wait, Ryan was ultimately unable to comply and his cock defiantly erupted in a spew that impressed both of them. His dick, now pulsing untouched, began a slow ooze of juice just seconds prior to contracting vigorously, causing the swollen organ to lurch aggressively upward, carrying the first stream of milky cocksnot with it. The arc was elegant and beautiful, the top sweeping as high as Ryan's neck. Due to his elevated position, the initial jet of semen traveled more than six feet at an incredible velocity, slamming into the wall and barely missing the television. He winced hard and bit his lip as the second erupted with nearly the same force and volume. Struggling to maintain his balance, he blasted a third time, the explosion painting the carpet white between the wall and the coffee table. The next two created a second gooey, chaotic puddle of dickslime near the first. The sixth emission failed to get much distance but was impressive in another way. Ryan's slimy prick contracted multiple times in quick succession, the last looking somewhat painful, and a lengthy, slow dribble of his remaining juice poured out of his knob, flowing along the length of his shaft, off his balls, and onto the coffee table, splashing bits of sticky jizz onto his naked feet. His mind had barely processed the fact that he'd just been filmed shooting an astonishing load in front of his roommate when Jason's meaty hand pushed him off the table and onto the couch. Jason was already yelling even as Ryan's cock remained in the final throes of this mind-blowing orgasm.

"I told you not to shoot, you dumb fuck!!!"

Ryan, scarcely able to breathe after his exertions, repeatedly sobbed "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jason allowed his roommate to regain his bearings while he reviewed the footage of the cumshot -- it was extraordinary in spite of the disobedience. He decided they'd done enough for one night and that Ryan needed to rest, but not before modifying their "arrangement".

"New rule, Ryan -- listen up!" He pointed to his roommate's still twitching, cum-covered dick. "Anytime it's hard, that thing between your legs belongs to me. If it's soft, do whatever you want with it - clean it, take a piss with it -- hell, you can even play with it. But the instant that fucker gets stiff, it belongs to me. And let me tell you, nobody -- NOBODY touches my stuff without explicit permission from me. Let's see if your big, oversized brain understood that. When your prick is soft, whose is it?"

Ryan thought for a second, wanting to make sure he got this right.

"It's mine?"

"But once it goes all fucking boned, who does it belong to?"

"You...it belongs to you."

"That's right! Are you gonna play with my stuff without permission?"

"Stop and listen to what you're saying, Jason," Ryan begged. "You sound fucking crazy! Don't you think this is going a little too far?"

Jason extended his arm, genuinely pissed by this backtalk, and thumped Ryan's taut, slippery cockhead with his thumb and middle finger, causing him to roll off the sofa, grasping his genitals protectively.

"ARE YOU GONNA PLAY WITH MY STUFF WITHOUT PERMISSION?" Jason yelled.

"No, please Jason, stop -- I won't! Please..."

Jason lowered his voice to a more soothing level before continuing.

"Feel free to ask anytime you wanna play with it. I won't always say yes, but it never hurts to ask. Are you positive you understand? We don't want any more screw ups."

"Yeah, I got it," Ryan whined. "I only touch it when it's soft -- unless I ask first and you say I can."

Jason nodded affirmatively.

"So unless you learn to cum without getting hard, you won't be doing that without my permission either, right?"

The conditions of his surrender were beginning to sink in. "Right, I won't cum, Jason. I promise..."

"Good! What hours are you working tomorrow?"

"From two until ten..."

"Shit! You'd better clean up this cum and get to bed, bitch."

Jason headed to his bedroom and was cranking one off within seconds of closing the door. Ryan grabbed the bar towel and began cleaning the puddles of sticky cum he'd sprayed on the living room carpet. Just when he thought he'd finished, he noticed the drippy goo still clinging to wall. "Fuck! I shot a lot," he whispered as he wiped it off. By the time he was done, fatigue finally overtook him and he collapsed, exhausted and alone, in his doorless bedroom. Fortunately, sleep found him quickly, giving him little time to contemplate what had happened here tonight -- and what else might be in store.

PUSHING HIS LIMITS -- SATURDAY, MAY 2nd 2009

"You're gonna be late for work! How are you gonna pay next month's rent if you fuck around and get fired?"

Jason grabbed Ryan's arm and hoisted him effortlessly out of bed. He smirked when Ryan's rock hard morning erection slipped free of the sheets and slapped his abdomen audibly as it struck. He brutishly pulled Ryan from his room and led him to the bathroom before positioning him in front of the toilet and ordering him to piss.

Ryan, his mind foggy from the sudden rousing, reached for his cock and angled the stubborn erection toward the bowl. Jason punched him in the bicep with a pointed knuckle.

"Hey! Don't touch my stuff, bitch!"

Ryan immediately recalled this last-minute rule from the previous evening, berating himself for being so easily manipulated. Releasing his dick, he stood silently in front of the bowl, not knowing what to do. Jason sneered and took a washcloth from the sink. Using the cloth to keep his bare fingers from touching Ryan's dick, he wrapped his hand around the unrelenting erection and angled it down, farther than was really necessary, causing Ryan some minor discomfort. He was amazed at how rigid the penis in his hand felt.

"Well, get to it, Ryan -- piss!"

He tried to get the stream started and was nearly there when Jason rubbed the cloth covered hand up and down the shaft twice, returning the cock to its fully swollen state and pinching off the flow of urine before it could start.

"You pee shy, Ryan? Like I said, you don't wanna be late for work -- get going before I get impatient."

"I could pee if you'd leave it alone..."

"Are you trying to tell me what to do with my own things?"

Remembering the thumping he received last night, and realizing it's never a good idea to antagonize someone holding your dick, he quickly answered "no".

This went on for nearly twenty minutes. Every time Ryan thought he could urinate, Jason gave him two or three slow, gentle tugs -- the last time even reaching around and pinching his nipple, eliciting a groan of pleasure.

"I know you're not thinking about using my dick to cum, Ryan."

"Maybe if I get in the shower it'll go down and I can pee."

"Well, you're the one who has to clean the bathrooms -- if you think you can piss in there, go ahead."

Ryan started the water and jumped inside, pulling the curtain closed behind him. Jason yanked it back open.

"No way am I leaving you alone with my property. I don't trust you yet. Go ahead and shower but don't touch that dick until it's soft."

Ryan knew it would be difficult to lose his erection without pissing first. He relaxed, focusing on the warm water cascading over him. Eventually, a stream of hot morning piss shot out like a hose of yellow, mixing with the clean water and creating a temporary pond around his bare feet before swirling down the drain. His bladder finally emptied, Ryan's cock began to leisurely deflate while he shampooed his hair. He was only semi-hard by the time he was ready to clean his crotch. Before he touched it, he looked at Jason.

"Is this soft enough for me to touch it yet?"

"Not quite -- it needs to be completely limp."

"It's just that -- well, I should clean under my foreskin, especially after last night."

"That's not my problem, Luv4skin," answered Jason, using Ryan's password as a nickname just to humble him further. Reaching inside the shower, he cut off the water. "We can't wait all day -- like I said, you're gonna be late."

He monitored his roommate as he toweled dry then watched him dress for work. Out of habit, Ryan opened his underwear drawer but found none, the look in Jason's eyes telling him it would be futile to object. He slipped on a pair of trousers despite the difficulty of stuffing his semi-hard prick inside without touching it. After zipping up, he couldn't even adjust himself. He looked obscene, the rim of his cockhead clearly visible through the slacks.

"Jason -- please, they won't let me wait tables like this."

"Don't you wear an apron to hold your pad?"

"Yeah, but we get those from the cleaner's bin once we're there. They'll see me walking in like this."

Jason took two steps forward and pinched Ryan's nipple again, causing his cock to expand further, twitching inside the tight pants.

"Then you'd better get soft during the drive over there," he explained, twisting the nipple slightly before releasing it. "Then you can adjust yourself and avoid any unwanted attention. Finish getting dressed. What time will you be home?"

"Sometime between 10:30 and 11:00..."

"The guys are coming over this afternoon to hang out and we might pick up some sandwiches. Want me to get anything for you?" It was a generous offer -- all things considered -- and Ryan was surprised by the gesture.

"No thanks, I'll just eat at work."

"Alright, suit yourself..." he said on his way out. "By the way, since you slept so damn late, you haven't done any of your chores yet. You'll need to finish those tonight - our original agreement still stands, remember?"

"Yeah, I know..."

During the drive, Ryan's cock deflated enough to reposition. Regrettably, this morning's teasing had it leaking freely into the fabric of his pants. After parking at the restaurant, Ryan left his car and looked down.

"Motherfucker..." he muttered as he turned to walk inside, going immediately for the aprons so he could cover his shame.

For a Saturday, it was a dreadful afternoon. Ryan's tips were poor, netting him only $47.00 for the entire eight-hour shift. Had it not been for base pay, he wouldn't have hit minimum wage. Tired and depressed, he headed home. Approaching the apartment door, he heard the noisy voices of Matt, Andrew, and Tommy inside. He inserted his key and entered.

"Hey, buddy!" yelled Jason, tipping a half-empty beer bottle in Ryan's direction. "How was work?"

The place was an absolute wreck - beer bottles and un-emptied ashtrays littered the dining room and coffee table.

"What the hell happened in here?" he asked.

"I'm sorry for the mess, dude. We've been kinda busy today and I guess we got a little sloppy. But hey, what's the point in having a maid if you never give her anything to do, huh?"

Ryan choked back his anger - he didn't have time for this. Sensing his sublimated rage, Jason approached and wrapped a large arm around his shoulders, giving him a friendly hug.

"Don't be mad, Ryan. I think you'll like what we did today."

He pointed down the hall, drawing his roommate's attention to his bedroom. His door had been remounted! A wave of relief washed over the exhausted houseboy, taking his anger with it.

"You put my door back! Thank you, Jason!"

"No problem -- I enjoyed doing it. I really mean that, too!"

This last sentence prompted suspicious laughter from the other three but Ryan, ecstatic over the return of his door, chose to ignore it.

"Hey guys," Jason suggested, "how `bout we help Ryan clean up this mess so he can get back to his room."

Now Ryan KNEW something peculiar was going on. After helping him clean, all four followed him to his room while giggling like children. Swinging the door wide, he was dazed at what he saw. Everything he owned was gone, the room filled instead with home gym equipment. There was a weight bench, a stationary bike, several mats, and an orderly row of free weights lined against the wall. Ryan noticed that his television and DVD player remained in the room but had been mounted on the wall in the corner.

"Where the hell is my stuff!" he demanded heatedly.

"Reconsider your tone, boy," Jason stated with deliberate calm.

Ryan took a deep breath to steady his nerves. Choosing his words carefully, he began again.

"I'm sorry for yelling, Jason. But where are my things?"

"Everything you need is in my room -- your clothes, computer, and your books -- all that shit's in there. Everything else is in my storage unit."

"Why would you do that? It doesn't make sense."

"Remind me, how much rent did you pay this month?"

Sadly, Ryan knew immediately where this was going.

"None..."

"So you didn't really pay for this room, right?"

"No...I don't suppose..."

"That's right!" Jason interrupted. "Since you're not paying rent, I got the guys to help take my gear outta storage and set up a gym in the spare room I'm paying for. Then we took your crap down to the unit. Great idea, right?"

Ryan decided it might be easier to reason with his roommate if the other three weren't listening.

"Jason, could I speak to you alone?" he requested. Jason asked the others for a few minutes and once they cleared the room, Ryan continued.

"Am I gonna have to sleep on these mats?"

"Oh, god no," Jason laughed. "Is that what you're worried about? You can bunk with me for the next four weeks."

"What, on the floor?" Ryan asked sarcastically.

"No, you idiot! You can sleep in the bed. What, didn't you ever have sleepovers when you were growing up?"

"Well, yeah..."

"It'll be just like that. Think about it this way, we can bond -- it'll probably do us good as roommates. Was there anything else you wanted to ask?"

"Yeah, how much did you tell the guys about what happened last night?"

"You mean about your jack off journal and the interesting password you were protecting it with -- luv4skin, wasn't it? Or maybe the way you hosed down the living room after they left?"

Ryan gazed down at his work dirty shoes as he admitted, "yeah, that..."

"Everything," Jason plainly stated. "I told `em about it all -- the diary, the password, AND how you can't follow instructions worth a damn. I don't hide shit from these guys -- they're my friends. Actually, they kinda enjoyed reading your journal and Andrew loved the video - though Matt had some issues about going anywhere near the coffee table this afternoon."

"But now they'll think..."

"What were you expecting me to do, Ryan?" Jason interrupted. "Blackmail you?"

"Well...I hadn't put it past you."

"Shit! Blackmail's for pussies - not really my style. I'm telling you straight up right now that they'll know everything that happens over the next month. I don't need to blackmail you to get what I want, do I?"

"No, but I wish..."

Jason cut his roommate off in mid-sentence, preferring not to listen to another objection.

"Great! Back in my room I've laid out some clothes for you. The guys will be here a while longer so why don't you go change and meet us in the living room." Jason then took a step closer and lowered his voice, sounding almost like a parent talking to a child. "Wear ONLY what's on the bed -- nothing else. We can either spend a really nice evening together or a really difficult one, the choice is yours. Go on now, get moving..."

Ryan quickly walked to Jason's room, his eyes going immediately to the bed to see what he had to wear. It appeared to be a neatly folded white t-shirt and a pair of underwear. "It could've been worse," he muttered as he stripped off his work clothes. Once nude, he grabbed the pre-selected garments.

Unfolding the shirt first, he noticed lettering on the front, shuddering as he read the words "FOOT LICKER" emblazoned across the chest. "Fuck," he grumbled as he pulled on the degrading piece of clothing. Reaching for the other garment, he realized it wasn't normal underwear or even a jockstrap. It consisted of a waistband with a hanging mesh cup but without any leg straps. Though he managed to tuck his junk inside the pouch, any careless motion would easily jar it loose. And since it barely covered him now, it would certainly not contain an erection.

"Get your ass out here, Ryan," he heard Andrew yelling. "I need a beer!"

"Shit -- goddamn -- motherfucker..." Ryan cursed as he wandered down the hall, a chorus of catcalls and whistles erupting as he came into sight. Turning the corner without acknowledging them, he opened the fridge and grabbed a beer for Andrew. They were still laughing when he handed it to his guest.

"We had that shirt made up special, Ryan. How do you like it?" asked Tommy with a sneer.

"I hate it," replied Ryan honestly and with considerable venom in his voice. "Besides, it's not even true -- I NEVER licked your feet."

"Night's still young, little foot-licker -- the night's still young," answered Tommy, propping his bare feet on the coffee table.

"I'm not licking your fucking feet," Ryan said bluntly.

"Don't be rude, Ryan!" snapped Jason. "Tommy is a guest in our home. Now he worked hard today and I'm sure his feet hurt like hell. Is it too much to ask for a little appreciation?"

Ryan looked at the large feet propped on the coffee table, the toes wriggling seductively, and felt his cock plump inside the flimsy mesh. He also saw the shit-eating grin on Tommy's face. He couldn't keep giving in to their ridiculous demands. It was now or never and he decided to make a stand.

"I won't do it -- no -- NO WAY IN HELL!"

Jason was instantly on his feet, closing the distance between them before Ryan could react. He raised his hand and brought it down hard, palm flat against the creamy cheeks of Ryan's ass. After the first slap, Ryan attempted to scramble away but Jason's other hand held him like a vice. Four subsequent blows struck his backside, the slaps reverberating loudly in the small room and causing Ryan's cock to fall from the pouch. Now free, it expanded rapidly, much to amusement of the onlookers. Ryan tried to stuff his swollen dick back into the absurdly small prison but Jason smacked his hand away.

"Looks like that cock belongs to me now...unless you want five more swats you'll keep your hands off my property. Understood?"

"Yes -- I understand. Please, no more..." Ryan whimpered.

"This was just a little lapse in judgment on your part, right? I won't have to spank your bottom again tonight, will I?"

"No, I'll be good, please...no more..."

"Now apologize to Tommy...see if he still wants you to lick his feet."

With his erection pointing the way, Ryan walked toward Tommy.

"I'm sorry I was so rude. I'll lick your feet if you want..."

Tommy abruptly removed his feet from the table, slid them into his sneakers and stood, reaching inside his pocket. Matt and Andrew did the same, each pulling out a twenty and handing it to Jason.

"Fuck, dude! You were right. I didn't think he'd cave so fast."

"I told you guys -- I fucking told you," Jason said proudly.

As the three of them headed for the door, Andrew turned to Ryan and said, "Next time I see you, dude -- that twenty's coming outta your ass!"

The door slammed, leaving Ryan alone with his gloating roommate. Jason made himself comfortable on the sofa, arms stretched up, fingers laced behind his head. He slipped his feet out of the sneakers he'd worn all day and rested them on the coffee table where Tommy's had been only moments earlier. His toes curled and flexed, and Ryan could detect their scent from where he stood.

"Don't worry, buddy -- you can still lick mine!"

Ryan's ass still stung from the spanking. Not wanting to risk another round of abuse, he knelt by the coffee table and grabbed one of his roommate's massive feet, digging his fingers into the sweaty arch. Jason moaned his approval and allowed his submissive roommate to work his foot for ten minutes before wrestling it from his grip and replacing it with the other.

The young man kneeling at Jason's feet couldn't understand why his cock was so incredibly hard. As he gazed attentively at the long, slender, masculine foot in his hand, he realized it wasn't nerves or exposure -- he was in fact becoming sexually aroused by his roommate's moist, sweaty feet. Though this admission was silent, his cock indicated its agreement by spilling several beads of precum from the slit. The stream of silvery moisture slipped down the underside of his shaft until gravity pulled it loose just above his balls. He wanted to touch it but didn't dare. Instead, he focused on the task at hand, giving Jason the best foot massage he'd ever received.

"Ryan, I was serious about you licking `em tonight. You're not just stalling me with this massage, are you?"

"I'm not stalling. It's just, well -- are you really gonna make me lick them? I don't mind doing this. I could do it all night." Ryan made an unpleasant face when he realized how that sounded -- and that it was true.

Jason smiled. He knew what Ryan's cock was doing on the other side of the coffee table -- he could see it in the reflection from the glass patio door and loved that his feet were the reason for that moist cock. Despite his claims, Ryan obviously wanted to try it. He just couldn't get over the mental hurdle. Jason decided to push him further.

"You know what? I'm a good sport. If you don't want to, I won't make you. But I'll say this -- I really WANT you to lick `em. I'd be -- well, appreciative, if you did."

Jason was a quick study and could already read Ryan well. He knew the boy was about to submit and continued to sell the idea, modulating his voice so the tone was soft and soothing, honest and trustworthy.

"I mean, eventually somebody's gonna FORCE you to do it. If not me, then Matt, Andrew, maybe Tommy -- sooner or later one of us is gonna jam our toes in your mouth and watch you suck all the funk off. I was just thinking it might be nice if your first time was more peaceful and relaxed -- like we are right now. That way you could go at your own pace."

"I don't know," he muttered, still sounding skeptical. But Jason's soft, comforting words were almost hypnotic.

"What are you afraid of? They're just feet, Ryan. You're touching them, aren't you? You're spending a lot of time looking at my toes."

"That's different. You're talking about putting them in my mouth."

"And why would that be so bad?"

"Well, they're dirty for one thing and they kinda smell."

"So if they were clean you'd put `em in your mouth? That would still make you a foot-licker, wouldn't it? What's the difference?"

Ryan felt like a calf being herded into a farmer's pen.

"Maybe if we washed them first -- I could go get a cloth..."

"No, Ryan," Jason interrupted. "...Like they are now. Are you afraid you'll like it? I know you enjoy looking at them, touching them, prying your fingers between the toes. Maybe you're worried you'll enjoy licking `em too."

Jason expected an argument or at least a weak protest. There was none. Ryan remained silent as he tried to come to grips with this experience.

"You're already on your knees rubbing my feet," Jason continued. "What's the big deal in taking a lick? Go ahead, Ryan -- just try it."

There was no response. Jason flexed his big, angular toe in Ryan's face.

"Is your dick hard?" he whispered, knowing full well the answer.

"Yeah, it is..."

"Is it wet?"

"Uh-huh," Ryan breathlessly moaned in affirmation.

"Then the thought appeals to you. Go on now, stick out your tongue and lick the bottom of my big toe...just one lick...go on, try it."

Ryan's cock tensed utterly out of control and he couldn't resist any longer. Lifting the rank foot, he opened his mouth, running his tongue along the underside of Jason's large, fleshy toe. The taste wasn't unpleasant -- just sweaty, salty, and male. The texture of the skin against his tongue was smoother than he'd expected and the smell incredibly strong at this distance. Rather than finding it repulsive, he discovered the scent increased his sexual heat. His unattended prick swelled, dripping more consistently.

"That's it -- just like that," Jason encouraged while lighting a cigarette and reclining to watch his roommate denigrate himself.

Within minutes Ryan looked like a starving man at a buffet. His tongue pried between the toes, licking sweat from the crevices. Slurping from heel to toe and back again, he bathed the acrid foot with saliva before switching to work the other. Jason could hardly believe he'd done it -- his roommate was on the floor licking his fucking feet! And it had been so easy! Once Ryan began a slow, gentle toe-sucking session, he decided to risk pushing for more. Standing quickly, he removed his shirt and unbuttoned his jeans, allowing them to fall to his ankles before stepping out of them. Now wearing only his worn, loose-fitting boxers, he sat and returned his feet to the table. This might take some time, but before bed tonight, Ryan was gonna taste his cock.

Using the remote control, he turned on the TV and powered up the DVD player. Ryan returned to servicing his feet without being asked.

"Hey, buddy -- you mind if I watch some porn while you lick?"

When Ryan indicated he didn't care, Jason started the movie. It was one of his favorites, each scene ending with an incredible internal anal cumshot. His dick wasted no time responding to the visual stimulation, pulsing as it expanded, lifting the leg opening of his boxers slightly as it swelled. When Ryan finally noticed, Jason suppressed a laugh -- this was just too funny. Forgetting discretion, he blatantly stared at the rising cock, all while continuing to worship Jason's feet.

Ryan was spellbound by Jason's cock. Mesmerized, he watched it lengthen steadily before abruptly widening, the head concealed by the longest foreskin he'd ever seen. Even as the knob swelled, thicker and meaner, the skin still encased it, stubbornly refusing to reveal what lie underneath. At least three inches of Jason's semi-hard meat now hung from his boxers yet he made no move to adjust or touch it, choosing instead to let Ryan enjoy the show, clenching his ass occasionally to send an extra pulse of blood through the organ to hasten its rise. He smiled as Ryan openly stared, either unaware or unconcerned with the way it made him look. The cock flexed again and the bulky tube lifted from Jason's thigh, tense for a second before relaxing once more. After the next pulse, the swiftly expanding prick refused to return to rest against Jason's leg. Instead, it hung suspended in air as if by magic, still not fully hard. The rest of his erection occurred rapidly by comparison and Ryan was soon peering at a massive, hard pole jutting up from his roommate's crotch, tantalizingly close, skin still covering the mysterious head. Jason sighed deeply at the feeling of power his rock-hard prick always gave him. He tried to lock eyes with Ryan but he was transfixed with the veiny, pulsing shaft.

"Ever see a cock that nice before, Ryan?" he asked softly, forcing his fledgling sex slave back into reality.

"It's a pretty nice one, I guess..."

"What do you mean `I guess', dude? This cock is fucking perfect, everything about it. You've been staring at it for the last ten minutes."

"I've never seen another guy get hard before...I mean, not in real life."

"Does it make you horny? Watching it, I mean..."

Though Ryan continued to lap at Jason's feet with his tongue, his attention was focused on his roommate's obscene cock display. His own prick went dangerously stiff, drooling steadily and ready to fire, desperate to unload. He needed to cum, needed it in the worst possible way, and tried to sneak a few quick pulls from behind the coffee table. His fingers barely grazed the insanely hard, gooey shaft when Jason stopped him cold.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Ryan hastily released his tormented cock but did not answer.

"I asked you a question..."

"I was touching it," he meekly answered.

"We've been over this, dude. Who does it belong to when it's hard?"

"You, but please..."

"Then why were you touching my stuff?"

Ryan's face glowed from the embarrassment of getting caught. He'd gone from arousal, to outright horniness, but now he was in heat -- the state where reason and good judgment fail even the most intelligent man.

"Please, Jason - I need to jerk off," he shamefully begged.

"No way - especially since you grabbed it without permission! You gotta learn that actions have consequences, dude."

Ryan's eyes closed and the muscles in his groin spasmed against his will, sending his cock into a frenzy of wild gyrations. The tip grazed the side of the coffee table leaving a trail of slimy prefuck behind. Jason, remembering the way Ryan unloaded last night, worried he might cum.

"Stand up -- quick!" he yelled. As he struggled to rise, Jason saw just how on edge he really was. "Take off those fucking clothes, now!" he commanded. Seconds later, Ryan stood fully naked and exposed in front of his leering, increasingly domineering friend.

"Remember the spanking I gave you?" Jason asked calmly.

"Yeah," Ryan responded, his knees shaking and jaw clenched.

When Jason continued, his voice was stern and serious -- calm and calculated. It was a statement of fact and Ryan knew he meant every word.

"If you cum, I swear to god, I'll flip your naked ass over my knee right here and spank you until this movie's over. Hold it, Ryan. Hold it!"

Despite the threat of a spanking -- or perhaps because of it -- Ryan found it difficult to comply with this instruction. Though Jason had every intention of carrying through with his threat, that wasn't what he wanted. He had other plans for tonight and the boy wouldn't be as easy to train if he got relief now. Ryan needed a distraction -- and soon. Jason used the remote to pause the movie and gave him a new task, something to temporarily get his mind off shooting.

"Go make me a bourbon and coke," he barked. "Make yourself one too -- a STRONG one." When Ryan hesitated, he yelled, "MOVE!!!"

Jason watched his roommate's tight, creamy ass as he shamefully walked to the kitchen. Glancing at the television, he noticed the paused image frozen on the screen. The first scene had reached its climax and the camera was zoomed in ultra close. A long, hard cock filled most of the screen, emerging from a well-fucked asshole. While Ryan was gone, Jason pressed the frame forward button and watched the cock inch deeper inside, unnaturally slow, only to emerge again even closer to unloading. Using the remote, he adjusted the speed, slowing it further until the guy ceased all motion, his cock half inside. It pulsed and twitched, the taint contracting over and over, obviously dumping a load inside the wet pucker. Jason instantly wanted to do that to Ryan. The thought had crossed his mind yesterday but tonight it seemed more plausible, within reach. He could talk Ryan into it -- he was almost positive. Hell, Ryan would probably end up begging Jason to fill his twat with sperm. Sure, he could just fuck him now -- nothing was standing in his way. He could barge into the kitchen this second, throw Ryan on the counter and plow right through his cherry. Somehow though, Jason imagined it would be hotter if his roommate truly wanted it -- and that might take time. With the proper balance of control, humiliation, and seduction, he could talk that fucker into just about anything. Returning the porn to normal speed, he watched the thick cum spill from the hole. "Nice -- fucking nice," he whispered while nodding and grinning lewdly.

Ryan returned with the drinks and stood awkwardly, his cock intractably hard, looking as though three or four good, firm strokes could bring him off.

"Are you still about to nut?" Jason asked.

"Not right now..."

"You still want to nut?" he added rhetorically.

"FUCK, yeah -- please," Ryan whined, his dick bouncing at the prospect.

"Maybe there's a compromise," Jason began as he pretended to think. "No, it's a stupid idea -- you wouldn't be interested."

"What is it?"

"There's nothing in it for me if I let you cum. But if we made it into a game, you know -- something to amuse me - maybe it'd be worth it."

Another stream of precum emerged from Ryan's inflamed slit and drizzled down the pole while Jason watched closely, adding to his humiliation.

"What...what kind of game?" he stammered.

Jason grinned wickedly.

"You'll need to be high for this, dude. There's a bag of weed in the top drawer of my dresser along with some papers. Go get it. On your way back, grab my stopwatch from your old room. It's hanging from the stationary bike."

Ryan sprinted to the bedroom, his cock slapping his abdomen loudly as it bounced. Returning with the items, he noticed the coffee table had been pushed back, providing more room on the floor near the sofa. Jason pointed at the carpet by his feet and Ryan immediately sat, patiently waiting as Jason rolled a joint from the contents of his bag, eagerly toying with the tops of his feet.

"I'm feeling generous, Ryan. While I roll this you can touch your cock, but just with your fingertips - don't jerk it and don't cum."

Ryan was teasing his needy cock almost instantly, lightly grazing under the head where the folds of skin gathered. By the time the joint was completed, his fingers were liberally coated with goo. Lighting the makeshift cigarette, Jason took a deep hit, held his breath, and offered it to Ryan. Then Jason noticed his fingers.

"Dude, you got precum all over your hand. I don't want you touching the joint with your slimy fingers..."

"I'll go wash it off," answered Ryan as he started to stand. Jason easily stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

"No need, little buddy, no need...you ever shotgun?"

"Umm, not with a guy," Ryan answered apprehensively.

Unperturbed, Jason took a second, even deeper hit. This time he bent forward, motioning for his roommate to meet him half-way. Ryan leaned in before the more inhibited parts of his psyche could voice objection and their lips met. Stubbornly, his mouth remained closed and Jason was forced to pry it open with his tongue. Ryan submissively allowed this violation and sucked in the recycled smoke, inhaling deeply, holding it while his roommate maintained this intimate connection longer than necessary. When he felt Jason's tongue gently exploring his mouth he tried pull away. Instantly, a strong hand grasped the back of his head, forcing him to remain linked until he coughed. Smoke billowed from between their lips. Only then did Jason release him.

"Don't get shy on me now, dude - we're smoking this entire joint just like that. And don't say you didn't like it. Your fucking cock almost exploded."

Even without looking Ryan knew it was true. He was close -- perilously close. As badly as he wanted to cum, he couldn't let it happen like this, not while so intimately connected to his roommate.

"Calm down for a second and I'll give you another hit."

"I don't wanna do that again..."

Jason reached forward and wrapped his fist around Ryan's cock, noting how small it seemed compared to his own monster dick. He leisurely pulled the foreskin forward, temporarily re-covering the bright red, sticky knob before releasing it and watching it retreat, drawing an involuntary moan of exquisite satisfaction from Ryan.

"Liar," Jason mocked as he took another hit and pulled Ryan close, locking lips and blowing smoke inside his mouth. This time he was more brazen about invading Ryan's oral space and held the position even longer, gratified when his roommate began to tremble with need. If Ryan had a spontaneous orgasm under these conditions, it would completely crush him.

It took repeated hits and almost fifteen minutes to smoke the entire joint. Ryan was finally relaxing, the walls of shame collapsing in his mind. He was into this - REALLY into this. Just before they separated the last time, Jason felt Ryan's tongue playing with his own and saw his hand moving for the back of his head. Ryan's fingers softly caressed Jason's thick, black hair and tried to pull him closer. Jason's depraved, warped brain immediately thought of a new, tortuous mind-game to play. He pushed Ryan back harshly and stood, a disgusted expression etched on his face.

"Dude, you kissed me!!!"

"But you - no, you were the one! It was your idea to..."

"They were SHOTGUNS!!! Jesus fucking Christ! What's wrong with you?"

"I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to. I would never -- I mean, never..."

"Stop babbling, you goddamn whore!!! SHIT!!!!"

Jason scrutinized his roommate during the uncomfortable silence that followed and determined the plan had worked. Ryan was ready -- horniness and humiliation had left him broken. He'd do anything he was told tonight.

"You're still fucking hard, bitch," Jason observed.

"I know..."

"Still wanna play our game? You still wanna cum tonight?"

"God yes -- please -- FUCK!!!"

Jason picked up the stopwatch.

"Good. Listen close - here are the rules. For every second you spend licking my dick you'll earn a second to cum. When you think you've banked enough time you can stop and we'll give you a chance to shoot. I'll reset the watch and see if you can get your nut in the same amount of time. Got it?"

"I have to put your dick in my mouth?"

"No, you can just lick it. As close as you are, you'll probably only need twenty seconds or so." Jason was intentionally planting the erroneous idea that this wouldn't take very long. "You understand the rules?"

"Yeah," he answered cautiously.

Jason leaned back into the sofa, sliding his crotch closer to Ryan for easier access, holding the stopwatch at the ready.

"Then get to it!"

Ryan leaned forward, his tongue already extended, and the stopwatch clicked as he connected with the skin-covered knob. He couldn't believe what he was doing -- licking his roommate's dick for permission to touch his own. He lifted his head and Jason stopped the timer.

"That was short," he observed. "Eighteen seconds. Do you think you can cum in eighteen seconds?"

Ryan nodded energetically -- he could probably shoot in half that time.

"Stand up and we'll see."

Ryan stood and grasped his slobbering, greasy bone, knowing he was just moments away from orgasm. Jason forcefully slapped the hand away.

"Hey! Hands off, dude! What the fuck?"

"Huh? You said I could jerk off for eighteen seconds!"

"I never said that - you gotta learn to listen. I said you could TRY TO CUM for eighteen seconds. That cock still belongs to me so I'll do it for you. Here, get the watch ready. Yell `TIME' when it hits eighteen." Jason raised his hand in preparation. "Three, two, one, GO!!!"

Ryan hit the stopwatch and Jason's meaty hand engulfed his weeping cock, leisurely corkscrewing all the way down before retreating back up the shaft. Eighteen seconds expired before he'd even returned to the crown.

"TIME," Ryan yelled far too loudly for this hour of the night. "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!" He'd been stopped on the absolute edge of ecstasy.

"Wanna try again?" Jason asked.

Without prompting, Ryan fell to his knees between his lewd roommate's legs but Jason blocked access to his cock before he could start licking.

"During round two, you only earn half the time. Lick for a minute and you earn thirty seconds. Understand?"

Ryan nodded his assent and Jason allowed him to begin. He seemed more enthusiastic this time, more passionate, covering more of the bulging shaft. It was difficult to keep track of the time and he still quit too early.

"Damn! You only put in forty-six seconds. That means you get twenty-three. Kind of optimistic, don't you think? You don't really think you'll be able to cum in twenty-three seconds, do you?"

"Maybe..."

"Well, let's give it a try - just do your best. This time, I want you to count the seconds out loud -- don't cheat." He passed the watch to Ryan and positioned his hand over the pulsating, desperate cock. "Ready, get set...GO!"

Like before, Jason wrapped his hand around the dick, rotating slightly while pushing toward the base. As Ryan counted, he felt Jason's fist graze his cocktip, causing it to emit another stream of wet, slippery goo. Jason smiled cruelly at his roommate's uncontrollable horniness and began to flick his thumb randomly under the slit. Ryan was breathing so heavily he could hardly count.

"Twenty..."

"Come on, dude -- you can do it! Shoot that fucker!" Jason encouraged. Ryan entire body spontaneously began to shake, looking very much like he was having a seizure.

"Twenty-one..."

"You're almost there, man! I can feel it. You need this bad!"

"Twenty-two..."

Jason's fist was already relaxing around wet pole, the fingertips slipping off the slippery red crown as Ryan uttered...

"Twenty-three..."

He fell to his knees, unable to support himself, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

"D-U-D-E," Jason said agonizingly slow. "You were right there that time, weren't you?"

"Yeah, please -- for fuck's sake, please let me cum!"

The begging was music to Jason's ears.

"Then I take it you wanna play some more?"

"Yeah, please -- gimme another chance..."

"You might wanna take a bit more time this round -- especially since you're only gonna earn one out of every ten seconds you give me."

Ryan groaned his understanding and returned to Jason's uncut cockhead. The dick seemed wetter this time - it was precum. The slick, silvery fluid had filled the foreskin to capacity and was now spilling down the shaft. Ryan whimpered as he tasted his roommate's juice for the first time. Instinctively, his hand reached up to milk out more prefuck - maybe even slide that stubborn foreskin down. Jason grabbed his wrist, pulling the hand away.

"Just your mouth, dude - but I won't stop you from sucking it."

Ryan's lips parted, delicately enveloping Jason's cockhead. Using his tongue to slip under the skin, he felt dickslime escape into his mouth. It pleased him to hear Jason moan and he tightened his lips around the foreskin, gripping it snugly, and forced his head farther down, trying to pull the skin along as well. Jason lightly touched the back of his head, encouraging this behavior. Maybe it was the weed, but only when Jason began to push his head downward did Ryan realized he was giving a blowjob. He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing this, but the sudden epiphany shocked him into pulling his lips from the glistening cock. Jason stared at him inquisitively.

"You done?" was all he asked.

Ryan nodded to indicate he was finished.

"How long did I go that time?" he asked expectantly.

"You got in a full ten minutes, buddy! And unless I'm wrong, you started enjoying it about half way through!"

Ryan's squirmed nervously...he'd just become a cock-sucker.

"So, at the ten-to-one exchange rate, you get one minute to cum. Think you can do it?"

"Yeah, this time I think I can," he answered while trembling on the floor between Jason's legs.

"I don't doubt it -- just look at you. You really need it, don't you?"

"FUCK YESSS!!!!" Ryan moaned.

Jason smiled lecherously, nodding his head slowly in approval.

"You're just a fucking bitch in heat -- am I right?"

"God, yeah -- fuck! I need to cum real bad, please..."

"I don't think you can take it standing up again. You almost fell over last time. I may seem mean but I don't want you to get hurt. Pull the coffee table over here and lie down on it."

Ryan was flat on his back without delay, his drippy erection throbbing painfully from his sloppy wet pubes. Jason positioned himself over his prone roommate, using his large, muscular frame to further intimidate his prey. Leaning forward, he whispered in Ryan's ear.

"Close your eyes for this one, buddy. On your mark, get set, GO!"

Jason's delicate touch was intended to coax Ryan closer to the edge while still denying the sweet release of orgasm. Fingertips danced over the head and shaft of his prick, teasing in random, capricious, feathery motions. Ryan's dick objected, flexing uselessly and spilling more precum than Jason thought possible. His balls were painfully tight, having virtually disappeared inside him, prepared for the coming blast. As he crept closer to orgasm the fondling became more erratic. Now sweating profusely, his chest began to heave. If he could just get a little friction, just a fraction of a stroke, he would cum so hard as to make last night's shot pale in comparison. Jason was now using just a single finger, barely scratching the rim of his crown with the rough nail.

"Fifty-six..." Jason said, sending Ryan into a panic.

"FUCK NOOOO -- please let me cum, please, oh god, fuck, please..."

"Fifty-seven..."

Ryan bucked his hips in a pitiful effort to rub against the single remaining finger.

"Fifty-eight..."

"SHIT!!!! Fucking goddamnit!!! Make me cum, Jason -- PLEASE!!!"

"Fifty-nine..."

It dawned on Ryan that it wasn't going to happen. One last excruciating swipe and it was over.

"Sixty..."

Ryan audaciously grabbed his dick, forcing Jason to yank the boy off the table to prevent him from completing the deed. Obstinately, his hands fought their way back to his cock - resulting in a stinging slap across the face. Jason picked up Ryan's discarded strap and used the elastic to secure his wrists behind him, pushing down hard on his shoulders, compelling him to kneel. When Ryan looked upward, he saw the disappointment in Jason's face.

"That was a big mistake, dude - BIG mistake. I was gonna let you cum tonight, but now -- after that display, I'm gonna need some convincing..."

It was over and Ryan knew it -- he was owned.

"What do I have to do?" he asked meekly, prepared to accept almost any price.

Jason didn't speak. Instead, he lit a cigarette and picked up the camera. As he smoked, he took several new pictures of his conquered roommate in this subservient position, all the while fingering his raging monster hardon.

"Beg to see me cum, bitch. Beg me to fucking nut all over you. If I'm convinced you want it, I might let you cum too."

Knowing it wouldn't make him feel any lower than he already did, Ryan begged. Though feeble and uninspired initially, after the first few minutes he began to sound like he meant it, like he actually wanted Jason to spray all over him. Jason's degenerate grin returned when he noticed the subtle change in tone. It was no longer Ryan's need to cum, but a hunger for Jason's, providing the fuel for the constant stream of filth leaving his mouth.

Jason stepped closer, cruelly stroking his cock just inches from Ryan's mouth, leisurely teasing himself to the edge. He chuckled when Ryan's prick spasmed, spilling yet more precum. Interrupting the rambling, desperate begging, he made an observation.

"You know, Ryan...since I own your cock whenever it's hard, it's kinda like I have two dicks. I must be the only man in the world with two cocks. It's a pretty nice feeling."

He paused for dramatic effect.

"Look at me!!!" he prompted sternly. "That's right, open your mouth but don't talk. Keep your eyes open too - I want you to see this. There you go, watch it close, just like that. Now stick out your tongue like a good bitch."

Jason was almost there.

"As I was saying, it's like I have two cocks -- too bad only one of them is gonna cum tonight..."

White, slimy jets of goo painted Ryan's mouth, cheeks, and eyes as Jason's cock violently exploded with cum. Grabbing the back of the boy's head, he forced himself inside and finished his nut by skull fucking his bound, kneeling roommate, the heat of his mouth coaxing several more fitful blasts from his thick, wet cock. Ryan accepted this violation without protest or struggle, even as he felt sperm sliding down his desecrated throat.

"This is how it should be, you fucking cumhole - me fully satisfied and you begging for relief. God, it's good to be me!!!"

Moments later, Jason was dragging Ryan to his room, throwing him into the bed. Jason joined him and pulled the sheet over their naked bodies. He rotated his roommate to face the wall then ran a hand delicately over the warm, smooth ass exposed to him. Ryan panicked when he felt Jason's still-hard cock nestle in his trench.

"Please," Ryan whimpered.

"Please, what?" asked Jason seductively, fully expecting to hear him beg to cum.

"Please don't fuck me," Ryan practically sobbed. "I couldn't take that. I just couldn't take that. Please don't fuck me..."

Jason grinned deviously and pulled him closer, thrusting his cum-slicked cock up and down the crevice roughly. It would be so fucking easy to shove it inside right now -- so fucking hot to take his cherry. He decided against it. Placing his mouth over Ryan's ear, he whispered...

"Don't worry, baby -- not tonight. When I fuck you -- and I WILL fuck you -- you'll be the one asking for it, not me. Good night, cum-breath..."

It was difficult to fall asleep that first night with Jason - he was being held securely from behind by a naked man with a hard cock poking around near his ass. He assumed once Jason fell asleep that he'd roll over and release him. This turned out not to be the case -- Jason was a snuggler and was soon snoring noisily, his face just behind Ryan's head, his arms still enveloping his smaller roommate. Eventually, after mentally adjusting to this newest situation, Ryan relaxed and realized Jason's body heat felt nice, comforting in a strange way. As paradoxical as it seemed, he felt safe - only then did sleep find him.

BONDING WITH JASON -- SUNDAY, MAY 3rd 2009

Ryan woke to find Jason still soundly sleeping, lying on his back with his arms over his head, exposing the thick bushes of wiry, black hair growing from his pits. As he shook the cobwebs from his mind, Ryan was surprised by the body position he'd adopted prior to waking. Lying on his side, turned toward his roommate, his head rested peacefully on the broad chest rhythmically rising and falling underneath. His upper leg was bent at the knee, wrapped around Jason's torso, causing his morning hardon to grind into Jason's hip. He lifted his head to look at his serenely sleeping owner. He wanted to jerk off badly but dared not risk waking him. They would be spending the entire day together in the apartment, as was frequently the case on Sundays, and Ryan didn't want to get off on the wrong foot today. Perhaps, if he could keep Jason happy, it wouldn't be such a bad day. As he thought about last night, one of his fingers absent-mindedly swirled around the nub of Jason's right nipple. Stretching his legs, his foot bumped into his roommate's long, slender feet. Part of Ryan's mind objected to this simple act of intimacy but his cock was strumming more adamantly than ever, belching precum onto Jason's skin.

He decided to get up and let his roommate sleep. Cautiously creeping from the bed so as not to wake him, he looked for something to wear but wasn't sure where his clothing had been stored and didn't want to risk a noisy, clumsy search, so he chose to remain naked. His throbbing morning erection pointed him toward the kitchen and he started a pot of coffee. Jason joined him, still nude himself, about thirty minutes later.

"Oh, you made coffee -- nice! Can I get a cup?" he asked as he sat on the sofa and lit his morning cigarette, gratefully accepting the coffee Ryan brought to him. "So, what's on tap today, Ryan? What do you need to get done?"

"Well, I have to clean the apartment then finish a lab report. What about you?"

"I've got calculus homework -- I'm glad it's my last math course!"

"I thought you liked math -- you're a business major."

"I like money, not math -- besides, this whole derivative, anti-derivatives shit just doesn't make any sense."

"I'll be glad to help if you need it," Ryan offered.

"That's right -- you science guys have to take it too, don't you?"

"Yeah, we do," Ryan answered, enjoying this pleasant, relaxed morning conversation despite his nudity. "What else are you gonna do today?"

"I was thinking about working out since I've got a new home gym," he answered with a knowing smile. "You should join me -- I'll be fun. We can be workout buddies." Ryan was flattered.

"OK -- but I don't work out much. I'm afraid I won't be able to keep up with you."

"That's fine -- I'll take it easy on you. Speaking of taking it easy on you, I've been thinking about our `arrangement'. I came down on you pretty hard Friday afternoon."

"You were mad -- and you had every right to be mad. Besides, I can handle the housework. It was a fair deal."

"Oh, fuck the housework," replied Jason dismissively with a wave of his hand. "We can go back to sharing it. You have, well - other ways to contribute around here. I AM keeping the gym though, at least `til the end of the month. Hey, can you get me some more coffee?" he asked, passing the empty cup to his roommate.

Ryan walked to the kitchen, blushing since he'd gone fully erect while Jason had been speaking. The housework was time consuming but at least it wasn't humiliating. Did Jason intend to continue using him sexually? Had last night's promise to fuck him been serious? An even more troubling question came to mind. Would he ultimately beg to be fucked, just as Jason predicted? As he poured the coffee, contemplating these questions, he felt a drop of precum land on his foot. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" he whispered before returning the cup to his roommate.

"By the way, where'd you put my clothes? I'd like to get dressed."

Jason laughed playfully at Ryan's desire for modesty.

"You wanna hide that dick from me, don't you? There's a chest in the back of my closet. I dumped all the stuff from your drawers in there. But you don't need any clothes today -- just stay naked."

"...Really? It makes it kinda difficult to stay focused."

"Get used to it, dude. Besides, it's just us today..."

Ryan looked uneasy at the idea of being nude the entire day. He imagined how hard it would be to concentrate on his lab report if he had to be naked while he wrote it. Jason tried to ease his mind and made an offer.

"If it'll make you feel better, I'll stay naked too -- It'll be `naked roommate day'! Let's get our homework done then we can work out. We'll just play the rest by ear. How's that sound?"

Since Ryan had been denied relief yesterday, his erection persisted for most of the morning. Fortunately, Jason ignored his needy condition without additional teasing and Ryan became increasingly comfortable sitting with Jason while in this state. He was still rigid and dripping as he opened his laptop and began to work on his paper. Jason left him alone for this task, knowing how important it was, and spent the time lying on the bed finishing his calculus homework, periodically looking up from his book to check the status of Ryan's cock. Eventually, the guys were ready for some recreation.

Their workout session was surprisingly pleasant. They spotted for one another, offered encouragement, and Jason helped Ryan develop a routine matching his current fitness level with realistic goals, making certain to include a number of exercises designed for his ass. Except for a few lewd jokes about how much protein he'd need to consume, Ryan found himself enjoying Jason's company. In the two years they'd spent as roommates, this was the first time they were bonding in any meaningful way. Jason, having considered his plan further, had come to the conclusion that dominance alone might lead to counterproductive behaviors, including the possibility of Ryan becoming so distressed he simply moved out. Some locks you can smash with brute force -- but others need gentle, intricate manipulation to pry open. He imagined Ryan was in the latter group. Besides, he was starting to like the guy. If he could accomplish the same end result without being overtly cruel, it was worth a try.

As the sun faded, they relaxed together on the sofa, enjoying a well-earned beer. Ryan sat on one end while Jason fully reclined on his back, his long, bare feet resting in his roommate's lap, the un-coerced massage extremely gratifying.

"You're REALLY good at that, you know? The massages, I mean -- you're a natural," observed Jason with a reassuring smile.

"Thanks, I suppose..."

"You don't seem to mind it as much as you did Friday."

"Well, we're alone -- and you haven't been yelling at me all day," he answered with a chuckle.

"Yeah, I know, but as soon as I put em in your lap your dick went all hard." Ryan kept quiet, not knowing how to respond to this scrutiny, choosing instead to continue the affectionate footrub. "For god's sake, Ryan -- don't be embarrassed - I don't care. I think it's kinda sweet that you like em so much. Do you know what size they are?"

"Thirteen..."

Jason smiled knowingly.

"You checked inside my shoes, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did..." Ryan answered reluctantly.

"They ARE kinda big, aren't they?"

"Really big -- just like your co..."

Ryan halted himself mid-sentence, letting the words drop off abruptly when he realized what he was about to say. Jason tried not to laugh but found it impossible to contain his amusement.

"Just like my cock, huh?" he finished, grabbing his semi-hard dick by the root and waving it around playfully. "Bigger than yours, anyway..."

Ryan took offence and instantly objected. "My dick isn't small. Average is between six and six and a half -- mine's almost seven."

"Yeah, but it's so much skinnier than mine. I mean, if you had a tube the size of my cock, you could stick yours inside and still have room to move it around."

Ryan narrowed his eyes and shot his roommate an angry look, causing Jason to giggle. He couldn't help but think Ryan looked cute when he was angry.

"Hey, I'm not trying to put you down," Jason continued. "...just pointing out a fact. Here, let's prove it. Wrap your fingers around your dick -- you know, like you were jerking off."

Ryan's hand hesitantly made a fist around his cock. It responded by belching out a wad of pent up precum. Jason removed his feet from Ryan's lap and sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

"See where your thumb and fingers meet. Remember that spot." Then he added, "Now do the same to mine."

"What?"

"Come on, Ryan -- don't get bashful now. We're just comparing boners. Wrap your fist around it. Go on, you know you want to."

Though difficult to admit, Ryan did want to touch it. Overcoming his discomfort, he extended his arm and grasped the cock lying in Jason's lap. It was only half hard and his fingers met his thumb at roughly the same spot.

"See," Ryan said almost gleefully. "You're not THAT much thicker."

"Dude, it's not even hard," Jason laughed. "That only proves I'm as thick soft as you when you're boned. Get me stiff, smartass - you'll see the difference."

Ryan eased his fist up and down Jason's penis. Its first response was to radically lengthen. Next, as the spongy chambers inside began to fill, the prick pulsed and widened, actually prying his fingers apart. Enthralled by his roommate's steadily expanding dick, he increased the pace of his stroking. The cumtube underneath became more pronounced, a bulging line running down the center of the shaft from below the tip all the way to the base. Soon the entire piece reached its final, remarkable girth. If he squeezed hard, Ryan could force his thumb and middle finger together but while holding it gently - they didn't even touch.

"See, I told you, dude. Thick, ain't it?"

"Damn," Ryan whispered, sounding awestruck, as he continued to leisurely stimulate his roommate's fully erect cock. "It's fucking huge..."

"Wanna play with it for a while?"

"You want me to jerk you off?" Ryan asked suspiciously.

"We'll start with that and see what happens. But let's go back to the bedroom -- I'm getting tired of the couch."

The two started down the hall, their throbbing dicks leading the way. Jason reclined comfortably and turned on the television. He wasn't sure what was in the DVD player but it didn't matter - he'd be focused on Ryan tonight. He pressed play, muted the sound, and laced his fingers behind his head.

"Go ahead, dude - knock yourself out. It's all yours - play as long as you want."

The bed was far more comfortable than the sofa, allowing Ryan better access and the ability to move about with ease. He wrapped his fist around the thick erection and began to work it, slowly at first, but soon with increased passion. Jason's cock felt so hot and firm, the skin silky smooth and loose on the shaft - so loose he could complete an entire up and down cycle without pulling the foreskin hood off the veiled knob.

"Have you ever measured it?" Ryan asked, immediately regretting the question, embarrassed to feel this comfortable masturbating his roommate. Jason laughed heartily.

"Yeah, of course I have -- every guy has."

"Well, how big is it?"

"Guess -- how big do you think it is?"

"Umm, I don't know. I'd say around nine inches, close to it anyway."

"That's a pretty good guess, buddy. Actually, it's just a fraction over nine. It feels different to touch a really big one, doesn't it?"

"It does," Ryan admitted. "I hate to say it, but it REALLY does. And you've got so much skin..."

Jason laughed again, a good-natured laugh, pleased Ryan was showing so much interest in his cock.

"That's right -- I almost forgot! You've got a thing for foreskin. I'd have never guessed LUV4SKIN would be your password or what dick dude you are."

Ryan was so caught up in what he was doing he didn't notice the uneasy reminder of how this all began.

"Does it ever peel back on its own? Mine does as soon as I get hard."

"Never - if you wanna see it skinned you'll have to do it yourself. I can jerk off from start to finish and never even see the head of my cock. Feel free to take a peek if you want."

Using his fingertips, Ryan applied gentle downward pressure, forcing the skin to retreat from the head, finally exposing the damp, crimson surface of Jason's knob. Since neither roommate had showered today, it wasn't particularly clean; the familiar smell of uncut cock filled Ryan's nostrils - it was a smell he knew well, a scent he made himself. He delicately traced a complete loop around the rim of the flange, gathering up the debris he found there.

"You get this too, huh?" Ryan asked.

"Oh yeah, sorry...it gets kinda funky under there. I bet it's worse than usual since I forgot to clean it last night. It's pretty gross, huh?"

"Mine does the same thing so it doesn't bother me. You should keep it cleaner, though. I don't think girls like it."

"Fuck `em," replied Jason, a hint of distain in his voice. "Most girls don't understand cock like you. A couple years ago, one girl actually said my cock was ugly with all that skin. UGLY!!! Can you believe that?"

"It's definitely NOT ugly," replied Ryan, a bit more emphatically than he'd intended.

"THANK YOU - that's what I think!" Jason said passionately. "It's nice to finally have somebody appreciate it. And the smell, I kinda like it."

"You do?"

Ryan was surprised they had this in common. His fascination with his own foreskin was what led him to create the now infamous password in the first place. He never thought Jason would share this interest.

"Don't you? I mean, you grow up smelling it when you jerk off and I guess you get conditioned by it. It reminds me of sex, you know -- sweat and cum. You can hold it a tighter, dude -- you won't break it."

Ryan squeezed firmly and milked the big dick several times, causing a bead of precum to exit the slit.

"FUCK," Jason moaned. "You're good at that, buddy. Based on your diary, I guess you've had lots of practice. Relax and get comfortable. Here, rest your head on my stomach. That way you can keep looking at it while you stroke."

Ryan hesitated, not because he didn't want to -- he had another concern.

"You're not gonna cum on me, are you?"

"Probably," Jason answered honestly, but almost tenderly. "...but not `til later."

Ryan lowered his head to Jason's solid abdomen. From this position, it felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun. He squeezed more precum from the slit and smeared the sticky fluid around the head. Jason moaned and placed his hand gently on Ryan's head, his fingers affectionately combing through his hair. Eventually, he inched him farther down, closer to the red, drippy knob.

"Lick it for me," he whispered while still stroking Ryan's hair. When there was no response, he simply repeated the command. "Go on, lick it." After a minute of coaxing, Ryan's tongue finally made contact. Though uncertain at first, he was soon exploring deliberately, lapping gently, distributing precum over the tip, and flicking around the rim. Keeping his voice low and seductive, not wanting to disrupt his concentration, Jason explained what he wanted.

"Put it in your mouth, Ryan - just the head. Wrap your lips around the ridge and just hold it there."

Ryan's obedience was all but immediate. The slippery head disappeared inside his mouth, his lips forming an airtight seal around the flaring rim. He felt the thick cock flex, contracting aggressively, and he tasted additional juices flowing from it.

"Fucking nice, man," Jason groaned. "Yeah, just like that, buddy. Relax and go slow - it'll take some practice to go down on the whole thing." Startled by this statement, Ryan removed his lips to speak.

"I don't think I can take it all, Jason." It was evident from his tone that Ryan's objection wasn't based on revulsion, just worry.

"That's just crazy talk, Ryan. You're the biggest cock hound I've ever met. I know it's big but you can practice a little every day. I bet you'll be sucking it to the pubes by this time next weekend."

"I don't know, Jason," he replied hesitantly. Though reluctant, he was clearly thinking it over. "Can I jerk off while I suck it?"

"No way, dude! That'd be too distracting. You need to focus on me."

Ryan forced his eyes from his roommate's bulky cock, twisting his head upward to plead with Jason. He didn't want to beg, but he was desperate.

"Please...you didn't let me cum last night."

Jason's broad chest expanded and relaxed as he sighed deeply. It was a sigh of disappointment and Ryan could sense it. He spoke with slow, measured words, the frustration evident in his tone.

"Listen, Ryan. I've gone outta my way to be nice today. Please don't pick a fight with me now."

"I wasn't trying to pick a fight..."

"Then just do what I fucking tell you and things can stay enjoyable for both of us. Put it back in your mouth and keep your hands on me."

Spending the day with Jason had been pleasant -- in fact, it had been the nicest day they'd ever spent together. Ryan was in no mood to get him angry now. He only hoped he'd be allowed to jerk off later. The wide cockhead slipped back inside his mouth and he resumed sucking.

Jason was enjoying both the attention and stimulation when his cell phone rang. Ryan began to lift his head but Jason promptly held him down while stretching toward the nightstand and grabbing his phone.

"Hello..."

Ryan couldn't believe Jason was going to have a phone conversation while getting his dick sucked.

"Oh, hey Andrew... (pause) ...yeah, he's here... (pause) ...we just started -- he's got it in his mouth now... (pause) ...dude, I told you he would... (pause) ...not too bad. I've had better but give him a break -- he's new at this. He'll be a pro in no time..."

The phone was unexpectedly lowered to Ryan's ear.

"Andrew wants to talk to you..." he heard Jason say.

"Hello..." Ryan said into the phone. Andrew was clearly drunk.

"Hey, are you really sucking his dick or is he just shitting me? Wait -- before you answer let me put it on speaker..."

"Yeah, it's true..." Ryan heard laughter and could only assume that Matt and Tommy were with him.

"Are you enjoying it?" When there was no immediate answer he added, "Is your dick hard?"

"Yeah," Ryan sheepishly admitted.

"So, uh, are you gonna slurp on my joint next time I come over?" Ryan didn't know how to answer. He looked to Jason for advice.

"He wants to know if I'll suck him too..."

"Do you want to?"

"Jeez, Jason -- I don't know..."

"Gimme the damn phone..."

Ryan gave back the device and returned Jason's cockhead to his mouth.

"Leave him alone, Andrew... (pause) ...yeah, I know what I said but he ain't ready for that yet... (pause) ...that's right... (pause) ...uh huh... (pause) ...just give him a few weeks. Damn!!! I could barely talk him into doing me tonight... (pause) ...fine, I'll ask him..."

"Ryan, do you have to work Friday night?"

"Yeah, I'm scheduled from five to ten..."

"What about Saturday?"

"I'm off Saturday."

"OK, guys -- he's working Friday. You can come over Saturday and we'll see, but I'm not making any promises... (laughter) ...great, now get off the damn phone so I can nut... (pause) ...yeah, see you tomorrow..." Jason closed the phone and returned it to the nightstand.

"We've got plans for Saturday, Ryan. I hope you develop a taste for cock by then because you're gonna have plenty to keep you busy." When Ryan tried to protest, Jason used his hands to hold him still. "Shhhh, buddy -- calm down...we can talk about that later. Right now, just concentrate on what you're doing."

Unable to speak with the thick cock filling his mouth, Ryan consented, relaxed, and focused on Jason. Until now, his technique couldn't accurately be called "sucking" as he was more or less simply allowing Jason to rest his cock inside his mouth, only occasionally swiping his tongue across the smooth skin. Eventually, he started to create the slightest of vacuums, his lips forming a strong seal around the ridge. When Jason moaned his approval, Ryan repeated the action, over and over, creating and releasing the suction almost as if he was nursing. Jason's strong hands began to press gently downward, encouraging but not forcing Ryan's lips past the flange and onto the shaft proper, pushing only an inch before lifting his head and repeating the motion. This continued for several minutes before Ryan got the idea and adopted the new movement without further prompting. In fact, he managed to slide even farther down the shaft all on his own, making much better progress than Jason expected. The hot, wet, gently-sucking mouth leisurely worked him toward orgasm and Jason relaxed to enjoy it, reclining contently with his hands once again behind his head. Without Jason holding him down, Ryan had more freedom of movement and he took advantage of it, pulling off briefly to slurp the head with his tongue. He then slid down the pole until the head grazed the back of his throat. Jason wanted so badly to force him down to the balls, to rape his face until the fucker was about to puke. He resisted that urge knowing full well Ryan would be on him balls deep soon enough. Jason closed his eyes and whispered...

"Yeah, buddy, suck it down -- fuck, your mouth feels so good!"

The verbal encouragement spurred Ryan to try even harder and soon Jason was ready to blow. His cock swelled conspicuously, the cumtube pulsing with inconceivable need. Simultaneously, Jason inhaled sharply.

"I'm gonna cum now, baby. I could force you to swallow but I'm hoping I won't have to. You can do that for me, can't you? Fuck your mouth is hot. I'm gonna blow -- gonna fucking nut! Take it Ryan, take every drop!"

Despite Jason's warning, Ryan was still surprised when the cock spasmed vigorously once, twice, then a third time before ejaculating inside his mouth. The cramped cavity filled with semen impossibly fast -- by the third potent spurt his mouth was at capacity. Respectfully following instructions, he kept sucking even as the thick, salty fluid began to ooze down his throat. One spurt, poorly timed, ejected as he was taking a breath and went down his windpipe. He coughed involuntarily and semen was forced upward into his nasal passages, a wave of humiliation washing over him when he realized he had cum running from his nose. The thick juice kept shooting and Ryan decided he'd have to swallow or drown. Jason groaned as Ryan's throat swallowed his remaining jizz.

"Fuck!!! Bitch, that was INCREDIBLE!!!"

Though he wasn't pleased with the word "bitch", Ryan had other things on his mind. Through sloppy, cum-covered lips he begged for his own orgasm.

"Please, Jason -- I need to cum bad."

"So, you're saying you enjoyed this?"

"Uh huh," Ryan quickly answered, nodding his head affirmatively so there would be no mistake. "Please, god, please..." he nearly sobbed.

"You're really THAT close?"

Ryan licked Jason's cum off his lips and nodded again. "Please..." he moaned one last time.

"Shhhh," whispered Jason tenderly while reaching to turn off the lamp. "You shouldn't nag a man right after he cums, Ryan...no matter what you need. Scoot up here and get into bed. Maybe I'll let you cum tomorrow. Let's get some sleep, OK?"

The room fell into darkness as Ryan crawled under the sheet, his agonizing cock frantic for release. Jason wrapped an arm around him and held him tightly. He placed his mouth over Ryan's ear and whispered...

"Tomorrow, little buddy. You can wait one more day, can't you?"

"Sure," Ryan choked on the words and the taste of fresh cum in his mouth. "I can wait..."

INTERLUDE - THE FIRST WEEK

With the weekend gone and classes resuming, time became the chief limiting factor for sex, even more so on the evenings Ryan worked. He remained uneasy going to class without underwear, especially since Jason kept him naked and aroused whenever they were alone in the apartment. The much needed, promised orgasm never materialized and by mid-week Ryan was going out of his mind.

Jason demanded Ryan find the time for daily blowjob practice - even if this kept them awake well past a reasonable bedtime. Ryan accepted his duties as best he could, but found it tricky to juggle school, work, and satisfying Jason. He'd try to make his roommate cum quickly, hoping he'd get to sleep sooner, but Jason would postpone his orgasm until Ryan relaxed and became aroused himself. Only then would Jason shoot, usually in his mouth but almost as often on his face. He'd then turn off the lights and ask his horny roommate to hold on for "just one more day". Ryan was caught masturbating Wednesday morning and the penalty had not been pleasant, not for him anyway, but the disciplinary spanking gave Jason an opportunity to get his hands on Ryan's milky white ass cheeks. He'd found perverse satisfaction in pulling them apart, smacking the flesh until it glowed. By Thursday, Ryan was walking around campus and waiting tables with a persistent semi-hardon dripping into his pants, made all the more embarrassing due to his lack of underwear. At the apartment, per instructions, he'd shed his clothes at the door and sport a drippy, wet erection even while doing otherwise non-sexual tasks -- such as making a sandwich or working on his homework.

He couldn't wait to leave work Friday evening, since they could stay up as late as they wanted and Jason might allow him to cum. His conditioning was firmly underway and off to an excellent start. A single week ago, he'd never considered sucking another guy's cock. Now, a mere seven days later, he was looking forward to serving. Jason had successfully linked Ryan's pleasure to his own. Jason's orgasm meant at least the POTENTIAL for one himself. So, like it or not, Ryan's mind was filled with thoughts of Jason's hefty cock and how to best please it. It was in this context that he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment complex Friday night, ready for whatever Jason had in store.

RYAN SWALLOWS IT ALL -- Friday, MAY 8th 2009

"Hey, buddy. How're you doing?" asked Andrew as Ryan walked through the door. The sight of him sitting casually with Jason was unexpected to say the least.

"Andrew...hey, what are you doing here?" stammered Ryan as he tossed his keys on the lamp table. "I didn't think I'd see you until tomorrow."

"Don't worry -- I'm not staying. I just stopped by to pick up Jason."

Both Andrew and Jason noticed the confused, crestfallen expression that washed over Ryan's face.

"We're headed out to a party," Jason explained.

"Oh, well OK, I thought we were gonna -- you know, hang out tonight."

"I won't be gone long," Jason said with a smile.

"Yeah, you guys can `hang out' when he gets back," added Andrew, using air quotes around the words "hang out", and drawing a chuckle from Jason.

"Then I guess I'll see you when you get home...have fun." Ryan started down the hallway but heard Jason call his name.

"Ryan, get back here."

He stopped, suddenly uptight, and turned to face them.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked.

"Going to the bedroom...I thought I'd do some reading while you're gone."

"You can't walk around the apartment like that. You know better."

Andrew laughed loudly and joined the discussion.

"Yeah, you've been home what, like two minutes, and you're already breaking the rules."

"Go on, Ryan -- you know what to do," Jason prompted again.

Knowing it was pointless to argue and not wanting to anger them, Ryan toed off his shoes and removed his socks, stuffing them inside the shoes. After slipping off his shirt, he unbuckled his belt and stepped out of his pants. His eager cock, already wet, slapped against his abdomen as the slacks released it.

"Damn!" exclaimed Andrew. "You weren't kidding, Jason. He is horny. When's the last time you shot, Ryan?"

Jason answered for him.

"It's been a week, dude," he said, the amusement evident in his voice. "Unless he managed to sneak one past me...I can't watch him 24/7."

"Has it really been a week?" asked Andrew.

"Yeah, last Friday -- well, early Saturday morning," Ryan admitted reluctantly. When nothing else was said, he added "Can I go now?"

Jason stood and approached his roommate.

"Sure. We need to head out anyway. There's something I want you to do for me while I'm gone," he explained as they walked toward the bedroom. After closing the door, he motioned for Ryan to sit at his laptop, which was on but hibernating. "I've bookmarked some websites for you to look at. They're in a folder labeled `homework'."

"Jason, you didn't fill up my hard drive with porn did you?"

"Dude, bookmarks don't take up much space. Jesus, don't start with me. I'm gonna let you cum tonight."

That got Ryan's attention.

"You are?"

"Yes...no joke! But you need to check out those sites. Can you do that?"

"Of course -- no problem," he answered, the promise of an orgasm rendering him outright docile.

"You won't cum until I get back, right? I can trust you, can't I?"

"I promise -- I'll wait for you."

Jason stared at him sternly for a few seconds, trying to ascertain if Ryan meant the words -- the promise appeared genuine.

"All right then -- you seem sincere enough. I guess I can trust you. Get started and I'll see you when I get back."

Ryan waited until he heard the deadbolt before opening his laptop and powering it up from hibernation. When the desktop finally appeared, he was shocked to find his wallpaper changed. Filling the screen was a close up image of a hard, uncut cock in the throes of orgasm, a long, white stream of expelled semen jetting from the tip. As he stared closer, he realized the cock in the photo belonged to him, apparently taken last weekend when he'd exploded in the living room. He immediately right-clicked on the desktop to remove the obscene reminder of that evening only to find he no longer had sufficient permissions to make the change. Jason had taken advantage his lax security by password protecting the admin login and creating a second user for Ryan allowing only basic rights. He still had access to his school files but almost nothing else. Though upset over this new infringement of his rights, Ryan put it out of his mind for now - he could work something out with Jason before Monday to get the elicit image off his desktop.

He opened the browser and pulled down the bookmarks menu, searching for the folder labeled "homework". Inside were ten links, all of which Ryan needed to look at before Jason returned from the party. He expected the sites to be pornographic but found most were not, the majority being predominately text -- "how to" guides for various sexual activities. Clicking on the first entry, he was taken to a site written by a sex therapist on the topic of fellatio. Written in medical language, the article was astonishingly interesting and Ryan read it in the same manner as a textbook. The next two were on the same topic but were more casual, full of slang and conveying a "dirtier" feel. The forth was a tutorial on "deep-throating" -- a step by step guide to overcoming the gag reflex to get an entire erect penis down your throat. Ryan felt sick to his stomach as he read the article, knowing full well Jason intended him to put this information to practical use.

Beginning with the fifth entry, the subject turned to anal intercourse and Ryan found himself more uncomfortable. Topics included hygiene, relaxation, preparation, and good positions for beginners to use. Of the sites devoted to this theme, one was written in the style of an advice column responding to a question from a woman whose boyfriend wanted to try anal. It included specific suggestions for preparing for the attempt. "Don't start with a penis. Instead, try anal penetration with a finger covered with lube, so your body gets used to the feeling." Ryan grimaced in solitude as he read the text. He'd never even considered putting anything inside his anus prior to Jason mentioning it last week. Even then, in the back of his mind, he assumed it was a joke -- he didn't truly intend to do that, did he? He continued to read. "We recommend manual penetration nightly for a week before you try it with the penis."

"Fuck," Ryan whispered. He could finger himself for a year, three times a day, and not be ready for Jason's enormous cock. The article went on...

"How big is your boyfriend's penis? You might want to try a second week with two fingers before moving on to the penis. And you know what? If he's really big, it might be a long time before you can comfortably take his penis."

Ryan's mouth hung open as he read the advice. There was no way Jason could fuck him without tearing him in half. Curious, and with no one to see, he warily moved a finger to his hole and probed gently around the edges. "It'll never work," he muttered. "It's too tight -- even with a whole bottle of lube. He'll kill me if he tries that." So alarmed at the prospect of being fucked, he failed to notice that his cock was responding with far more enthusiasm than he was, spilling precum onto his chair.

He at last reached the final bookmark. This time, rather than an article or advice column, he was taken to an adult website. Jason had set up a user name and it was already populated in the field -- "Needs2CumNC".

"Very funny, Jason," he said to the empty room.

The password field was blank. Checking the desk to see if Jason had written it down somewhere, he found nothing. On a hunch, he typed "1uv45k!n" in the textbox and it worked. Ryan blushed despite the fact that no one was present to witness his embarrassment. His cell phone suddenly rang.

"Hello..."

It was Jason. Ryan assumed he was still at the party since he could hear numerous raucous voices and music in the background.

"Hey, it's me. Have you gotten to the last link yet?"

"I just opened it..."

"I forgot to tell you the password. It's..."

"Don't say it!" Ryan interrupted frantically. "There are people around you! Besides, I already figured it out." There was a brief pause and Ryan could tell Jason was impressed.

"Clever, clever boy, Ryan...anyway, you've got a `favorites' folder on that site and I've selected some videos for you to watch. You should have time to get through them all by the time I get home." Jason must have walked outside because the background noises faded. His voice lowered to a more discrete volume as he continued. "Have you cum yet?"

"No -- I said I'd wait for you."

"Nice. I'm proud of you. Are you looking forward to me coming home?"

Ryan hesitated before answering, "I wish you were here now..."

"You gonna suck it all the way to the bottom tonight?"

"I'll try but I'm not sure I can."

"You'll do fine -- I believe in you. Enjoy the videos -- I'll be there in about an hour. See ya..."

Alone with his laptop and dripping cock, Ryan opened the folder, deciding to start at the top and simply work his way down. None of the clips was very long, most being under five minutes. The first few were of blowjobs and Ryan noticed the cocks being serviced were similar to Jason's in size and girth. He was amazed the guys were able to get their lips all the way to the base. The clips soon turned to fucking. Once again, Ryan was flooded with apprehension as he watched a monstrously large prick sliding into another guy's asshole. Even more astonishing, the bottoms seemed to enjoy the sensation, most remaining rock hard while being fucked and moaning in ecstasy. Despite his concerns, Ryan was turned on by the movies and his need to cum was growing. As he neared the end of the list, the videos began to include internal cumshots rather than the standard pull-and-shoot variety. The first one caught Ryan off guard - the hard cock pounding the poor overly-excited bottom suddenly stopped, buried to the hilt, and flexed repeatedly. It wasn't until it slid back out, dragging the creamy jizz with it, that Ryan realized what had happened. The top had just cum in the other guy's ass! Fascinated by this depravity, he replayed the last few seconds, just to make sure he'd see it right.

All the clips from this point on ended with internal cumshots and the brutally of the fucking, the pure animal nature of the sex, ramped up swiftly as well. Ryan's cock pounded untouched between his legs, dripping dogwater, clearly stimulated by the initially disturbing images.

The final clip was the most graphic. A single young man, resembling Ryan in many ways, was lying on a hotel bed while numerous men milled about the room casually. His legs were in the air and he was being fucked repeatedly in this position. Ryan tried to count the men in the room but they moved around too much to get an accurate number. What's more, they seemed to come and go as they pleased making it difficult to determine if he'd already counted them. The first guy shot inside the boy, pulled out, and another climbed on, plowing right through the semen oozing out of his hole. A second load was dumped and another cock took its place. Though he'd not been able to count the guys in the room, he did manage to count the loads this poor guy had taken. After the sixth, Ryan realized if he wasn't careful, he was going to cum -- even without masturbating. He pressed pause and took a deep breath before resuming the movie. A new top was plowing hard and deep with a speed that seemed unreal. The bottom's asshole never closed completely as he was repeatedly penetrated. Without warning, it began to leak copiously, the previously deposited cum dripping out in amounts that seemed unthinkable. The top sensed the additional wetness and went into overdrive, whipping the slimy, intermingled loads into a frothy mess. The onlookers encouraged the top to plow harder, faster, to fuck the boy up. Another man climbed on the bed, pulled the bottom's hands over his head, and sat on them to keep him from playing with his dick. Suddenly, the mean fucker stopped and screamed, emptying his nuts inside the worn out asshole. Given the nature of this clip so far, Ryan had predicted this would happen. What he hadn't counted on was the bottom arching his back, moaning loudly, and spraying his own load as his ass was breed for the seventh time. His tired ass lips couldn't contain the volume of injected semen and it flowed out onto the bedspread.

Ryan gripped the arms of the chair, his doggedly needy cock poised to fire. "Jason's gonna kill me," he whispered. "Don't cum, Ryan, don't cum," he repeated like a mantra until the screen went black. He was on the verge of shooting when he heard a key in the door and the deadbolt being drawn back. "Thank god," he muttered gratefully as he heard Jason walking down the hall.

"You didn't cum yet, did you?" he asked.

"Not yet," he forced himself to say through clenched teeth. "But I'm really close." Jason looked surprised, pleasantly surprised.

"Wow. That's a better response to those videos than I expected. Are you looking forward to trying that?"

"No! We can't do that Jason. It'll kill me..."

"Nonsense! We won't start you out like that. You'll work up to it. That guy enjoyed it -- so can you. You just need to go slow and practice."

"FUCK!!" Ryan cried, trying with all his might not to cum. Though he managed to stave off ejaculation, he couldn't help but wonder if he was having an extended orgasm even as Jason stared at him struggling to regain control. His sappy cock flexed and swelled constantly as it jutted up from his damp pubes. Ryan's head fell backwards and his eyes rolled in their sockets during the last spasm and a single drop of pearlescent white emerged from the slit. It remained perched on the tip of pulsing cock for a second before sliding down his shaft and getting lost in his bush.

"Shit..." Jason whispered in astonishment. Last week he'd been tempted to just fuck Ryan and get it over with, but nothing compared to witnessing this. He could fuck the cum out of his roommate this very instant despite the pain of it being his first time out. Still, this isn't how he wanted it to happen and he pushed the idea from his mind. "Calm down, Ryan," he said gently. "You'll get to shoot tonight. I'm serious -- not just screwing with you. Do you need something to drink?"

"Yeah, that'd be nice." Ryan was sweating profusely.

"What do you want - bourbon and coke?"

"Just bring the bottle..." he moaned through gritted teeth.

Jason laughed to himself as he retrieved the liquor. This was proving to be even more amusing than he'd hoped...more than amusing, actually. He'd not been able to think about anything but Ryan while at the party and was genuinely looking forward to the time they were about to spend together. He handed the bourbon to Ryan, who promptly tipped it back and took a shot straight from the bottle.

"So you ready to suck?"

"I need another minute," Ryan panted.

"That's fine -- we got all night."

Jason casually stripped in front of Ryan and reclined, comfortably nude and still soft, on the bed. The soles of his large feet faced his roommate, the sight and smell of them making it even more difficult for Ryan to calm down.

"Do you want me to rub your feet?" he asked hopefully.

"Can you do it without cumming?"

"I think so..."

"Then knock yourself out. I'm gonna watch some porn while you calm down. Don't take too long -- you still have to practice your blowjob skills. I want you able to take it all by the time the guys get here tomorrow."

Ryan groaned at the thought, took another shot of bourbon, and fell to his knees on the floor by the foot of the bed. As his hands grasped Jason's left foot and began to kneed, a thought suddenly dawned on him. He'd assumed Jason's refusal to let him cum was just his sadistic side torturing him. Now it seemed possible there was another explanation -- to make him so horny he'd freely and yes, even enthusiastically, service his domineering roommate without objections of any kind. It bothered Ryan he could be so easily manipulated, even as his mouth inched closer to Jason's toes. Just prior to placing them in his mouth, he pried his nose between the big toe and its neighbor -- and inhaled deeply. Too late, he realized how instantly recognizable the action had been.

"Dude, did you just take a hit off my feet?"

"Yeah," replied Ryan, knowing it pointless to dispute the obvious.

"How was it?" he asked with a devious smirk across his face. He wriggled the toes in Ryan's face, causing additional funk to seep into his nostrils.

"They smell like feet," he answered as indifferently as possible.

"But do you like it? I mean, it was your idea to huff on `em just now."

"Fine! I admit it -- I like the smell."

To say that Jason was pleased would be an absurd understatement.

"Nice!!! You're full of surprises tonight, Ryan. A week without cumming has done you good. You got five more minutes, dude. Then you gotta get busy sucking, OK?"

Despite the short allotment of time, Ryan licked every square inch of the size-thirteen, monster feet propped lazily on the edge of the bed, including between the toes. When he was told to stop, he noticed Jason stroking his massive, uncut dick. Tonight's cocksucking lesson was about to begin. Ryan reached for the swollen organ and lowered his head to place the tip in his mouth. Jason unexpectedly stopped him.

"No, Ryan -- you can't just start like that. There are three things you need to remember when you're sucking cock. First, a man wants to feel like he's important to you, that his dick is important to you. Look at it like you love it...let the guy see it in your eyes, like you're in awe. And remember, we can tell when you're faking. Do you understand why this look would get a man hot?"

"Yeah, I can see that..."

"Good. This will be important tomorrow when the guys stop by. I want you to be convincing. I can't have them thinking you don't know what you're doing."

"Are you really gonna make me suck them?"

"You wouldn't want me to break a promise, would you? And keep in mind it's only `til the end of the month. I only own you until then. After that, things go back to normal around here. You can handle one month, can't you?"

Ryan was speechless. Had Jason just used the word "own"? He nodded to indicate he could continue to live with their agreement.

"Excellent...you're making this really easy for me tonight, Ryan. You're being such a good boy. I'm proud of you!" The sincere praise, delivered in such a soothing tone, made Ryan feel curiously good inside. Jason continued to coach him on the finer points.

"Now...back to the three things. We've covered the look'. Next, find something about the guy's dick to compliment. Don't use an old, tired line like oh, it's soooo big' or something stupid like that. Choose something you really like about it, something that applies to him, personalized to make him feel special; you know, something you don't say to every guy you suck. Practice a few on me. How would you compliment my cock? And don't say it's big -- I know that already."

Ryan played with the big dick in his hand as he thought.

"Well, I like your foreskin -- but you already knew that too."

"That's a good start but not specific enough. Tell him WHY you like it."

"Oh...OK, I like the way it covers the head even when you're hard."

"See, that's much better already! You're great at this, buddy! Try and come up with a few more -- it'll be good practice for tomorrow."

"Uhmm, I like that you make a lot of precum -- just like me."

"That's good...but most of the guys you're gonna suck won't be interested in your dick, so try not to reference it. Try again..."

"I like this part underneath that sticks out when it's hard, how it runs all the way to the bottom."

Jason nodded his head with satisfaction. This exercise was getting Ryan worked up and he excitedly came up with yet another flattering remark for his roommate's prick.

"OH, OH yeah -- and I really like the head of your cock. When I peel the skin back, it's so smooth and such a bright red color. Since the skin on the shaft is so pale, the contrast is beautiful..."

Ryan was all but hypnotized by the cock in his hand, studying every inch as he slowly milked it.

"Very convincing, dude - I'm impressed. It was sincere and has the added benefit of being true. You almost made me believe you love it..."

"I do love it..." he whispered, his voice barely audible and slightly garbled. Jason wasn't even sure he'd intended to say it out loud. Still, he knew what he'd said. He considered making Ryan repeat it, louder this time, but didn't want to ruin his focus.

"The third thing to remember is this -- always ask first..."

Ryan's head spun around to look at Jason, apparently surprised.

"Why is that important?" he asked inquisitively.

"Guys love blowjobs. But usually, we waste a few dates, a bunch of money, and STILL have to talk `em into it. For you to ask us -- well, that's fucking hot as hell. When a guys sees somebody between his legs, fascinated by his cock, and then they beg to suck it -- that's just as good as it gets, dude."

Hearing Jason talk sent Ryan over the edge mentally. He wanted to get started now no matter how it made him look.

"Please let me suck it..." he asked shamelessly.

"Just like that, buddy!" Jason said excitedly, mistaking Ryan's request as simply additional practice for tomorrow. "I swear you'll send Andrew into orbit if you ask him like that."

"I'm serious, Jason...please, let me taste it."

"Damn! That's nice, Ryan. You ARE hot for it, aren't you?"

"Yes, can I suck it now?"

"Just tell me the three rules first..."

"First, look like you love it. Then find something unique about it to compliment. Finally, ask first. Please, Jason...let me suck it."

"You're gonna take it all, right?"

"I'll try..."

Jason narrowed his eyes rather sternly. Ryan was afraid he'd angered him.

"I will -- somehow. I will..." he corrected.

"Go on then...do me proud, Ryan...do me proud."

Jason relaxed, his head sinking into the pillow, hands behind his head, as Ryan devotedly went down on him. He'd improved quite a bit this week and was working the head and first few inches well, using his hand only at the base. Not wanting the distraction of verbal coaching, Jason allowed his right hand to migrate to Ryan's head, running his fingers through the soft, blond hair, caressing his scalp gently. Then he began to press down, lightly at first, but soon with enough pressure for Ryan to get the point.

Another inch slipped inside and Jason knew his roommate's mouth was full. Saliva began to extrude from the tight seal provided by his lips. Jason left his hand in place, not allowing Ryan to retreat up the shaft. He gently pushed again, probing the entrance to his throat. After allowing Ryan a few minutes to adjust his breathing, he pushed again, this time snapping his hips up slightly. The inner gate breached and the head slipped inside, predictably causing Ryan to gag. Jason's hips pulled back but he maintained the vice-like grip on his roommate's head. He was patient, knowing that Ryan was doing his best, and gave him a few seconds to catch his breath before snapping his hips upward again. The tight column of his throat felt marvelous and Jason held him longer this time. He moaned loudly to signal to his trainee how well he was doing. When Ryan was ready for another attempt, Jason pushed again. This time he made it almost to the bottom before gagging. Assuming Ryan now possessed both the skill and the desire to finish the job himself, he released his roommate's head and let him work. It didn't take long. Three attempts later, Ryan's nose was buried in sweaty pubes. Jason moaned at the exquisite pleasure of being serviced and flexed his cock inside his roommate, feeling the power of his dick as it impaled him. Ryan held this position momentarily before rising long enough for a quick breath and slipping back down the throbbing, slippery cock. Jason was getting close and contemplated whether or not to warn Ryan of the impending flood of semen.

"Oh, baby...that feels so good," he whispered, expecting Ryan to pull off or at least retreat to some extent. He didn't. Jason decided to give a less subtle signal.

"You're gonna make me cum, Ryan..."

There -- he'd given fair warning. It was now Ryan's duty to use this information as he wished. The anticipated, sudden withdrawal of his cock and frenzied final few strokes to finish the job did not occur. Instead, Ryan began to quiver, moaning himself, and opened impossibly wide, forcing his throat to accommodate the wickedly hard, pulsing shaft. When he started making swallowing motions that was all Jason could take. He unloaded fiercely inside Ryan, all the while comfortably relaxed on his bed, contributing nothing but his hard cock and sticky semen to this encounter.

Ryan tasted nothing during this orgasm. The fluids bypassed his tongue entirely, pulled toward his stomach by the regular swallowing motions he maintained throughout. Only once the cock stopped spasming did he lift his head, milking a few stray curds of semen onto his tongue before releasing it completely. His hand took over as his lips slipped free and he looked up at Jason hopefully.

"Was that OK?" he asked foolishly, not realizing what a remarkable job he'd done. Jason, still catching his breath, rolled his eyes and laughed heartily.

"Get up here you stupid fuck," he said playfully. Ryan carefully changed positions to recline next to him. "That was incredible. I knew you'd be able to do it, but DAMN!!! You're amazing, man!" Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Hey, you still wanna cum? You've earned it...and then some."

Ryan's expression instantly fell, appearing suddenly worried and slightly embarrassed. His voice broke as he timidly spoke.

"Now, Jason - don't be mad."

"What?"

"I kinda already did..."

"What, you shot? When? Your hands were on me the whole time..."

"...right after I figured out how to time my breathing - you know, so I wouldn't choke. Then I got too excited. Once it started, I couldn't stop."

Jason leaned forward and looked for himself. There were puddles of sticky, white cum everywhere. Since he knew where his had been deposited, it must have been Ryan's. The fucker must have had an amazing orgasm and Jason wished he'd seen it happen.

"Shit!!!" he cried in amazement. "How did I not notice?"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't tell you with your dick down my throat."

"Fuck!!!" he whispered, still staring in disbelief at the slimy mess his roommate had made. Ryan mistook this reaction for displeasure.

"Please don't be mad. And if you are, please don't spank me -- I just hate that. I'll do whatever you want but you've gotta stop it with the spankings."

Normally Jason wouldn't have allowed Ryan to talk this way but he was in too excellent a mood to care. He'd calculated the various possible outcomes of pushing Ryan down this path, but this exceeded the most optimistic scenarios. He looked up at his roommate, a broad smile on his face.

"I'm not mad. You just spontaneously nutted while going down on me! Dude, that's amazing!"

"So you're OK with it? I mean, we're OK?" Ryan asked cautiously.

"HELL YES!!! That's the biggest compliment you could've given me. You actually love my cock!" Despite what he'd just done, Ryan still blushed.

"It looks like I kinda do..."

"I bet you shoot when I fuck you too."

"Jason, listen. I'm still not sure I can..."

"Shhhh -- we can talk about it tomorrow," he interrupted. "Roll over and I'll pull the sheet up."

Ryan complied wordlessly, assuming the spooning position his roommate preferred. Once the lamp was off, his muscular arm wrapped around Ryan's waist, pulling him tighter, his face inching toward his neck. He could've sworn he felt Jason's lips brush against his hairline, just behind the ear.

"My cock is bent the wrong way, baby," Jason whispered seductively. "Reach behind and fix it, would you?"

Ryan angled his arm behind him, grabbing the still-hard, slippery cock, and adjusted it into a more comfortable sleeping position, placing it directly between the cheeks of his ass. Jason moaned his thanks and gave a few sensuous thrusts along the trench. It was only a matter of time now.

GAME NIGHT -- COCK SUCKING PARTY -- SATURDAY, MAY 9th 2009

With the entire day to themselves, Ryan had additional opportunities to practice his new skills. Jason was careful not to let him shoot this time since he wanted Ryan horny for the party. To this end, he also edged him throughout the day, getting him just shy of cumming before stopping and leaving him aching for relief. The last session went right up to the time their guests were expected. Jason left him hanging on the precipice of orgasm before heading off to take a quick shower before the party.

The guys arrived at 9:15 just as Jason was stepping into the shower. Upon hearing the doorbell, Ryan checked the peephole and hid behind the door, opening it just wide enough to allow them passage. Matt, Tommy, and Andrew slipped through the narrow opening and, as was their custom, headed immediately to the kitchen to store the beer and liquor they'd brought.

"Dude, don't you ever wear clothes anymore?" asked Andrew.

"Not around the apartment..."

Matt was storing his beer in the fridge when he asked, "Where's Jason?"

"He's taking a shower - he'll be out soon."

Matt swiftly walked closer, motioning for the others to follow. They formed a semicircle around Ryan and lowered their voices.

"Good, we wanted to talk to you alone anyway. This'll give us a chance," Matt explained.

"...About what?"

"Jason told us about all the stuff you've been doing. Last weekend was fine and all, I mean -- it was just some harmless teasing. But this is starting to get serious." Tommy interrupted Matt to get to the point.

"What he's trying to say is -- are you really into this or is Jason making you do it? We know what a prick he can be -- I'm sure you do too, and he can get a little obsessive. You're supposed to give us blowjobs tonight but if he's forcing you, we're not doing it..."

"Speak for yourself," interjected Andrew.

The sound of running water from the shower abruptly stopped.

"Anyway," Tommy continued. "You need to tell us. If he's forcing you or hurting you, we can talk to him. Hurry up...he'll be out soon."

"He doesn't hurt me," Ryan clarified. "He spanked me pretty hard last week but it's not like he's torturing me, if that's what you mean."

"What about the blowjobs? If you don't wanna go through with it, we'll figure out a way to stop this from getting out of control."

Ryan thought before answering, shifting nervously as his cock began to swell.

"I've known this was coming all week. I'm over the mental hurdle..."

"So, you're OK with it?" Tommy asked. "You're sure?"

Ryan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Yeah, I'm fine with it," he answered.

Tommy and Andrew looked at Matt, who still didn't seem satisfied.

"Is that good enough for you, Matt?" Andrew asked.

"I still don't know -- I'll think about it and decide later," he said while walking to the living room with his first beer of the evening.

"What was that about?" Ryan asked Andrew.

"He's not sure he wants a guy to suck his dick, that's all," he explained. Turning his head to Matt and raising his voice loud enough to be heard, he added "He worries too much!" Matt responded with well-timed obscene gesture.

"So, I guess you two don't have a problem with it?" Ryan asked.

"Hell, no!" answered Andrew as he and Tommy burst into laughter. "Little man, I've been looking forward to this all week."

Once Jason joined them, the evening began much as they usually do. They drank, smoked some pot, and made small talk as they half-watched television, everyone but Matt ignoring the fact that one of them was naked. He seemed distracted, worried and tense. After a few shots and a couple of hits, even Ryan was less edgy than Matt. His angst increased further when Ryan moved to the floor between Jason's legs and began casually massaging his large feet. The novice cocksucker's dick had been oscillating between fully erect and semi-soft, but once he touched Jason's feet, it sprung upward and stayed that way, pulsing and needy. Given his recent experiences, it scarcely bothered Ryan to be seen in this condition anymore - but it did bother Matt. He unexpectedly stood, placed his beer on the coffee table, and headed for the door.

"This fucked up! I -- I just can't go through with this. You guys have fun. I'm leaving..."

"Matt!" Jason called out sternly. Ryan had never heard his roommate take that tone with anyone other than himself. "Don't be stupid. You can't drive right now. You've been drinking -- not to mention the pot."

"I'm NOT gonna sit here and watch him blow you," Matt declared.

"Nobody said anything about you having to watch! They can take him back to the bedroom -- it's more comfortable anyway. You can just sit out here with me until they're done."

"Matt, sit down you fool," said Andrew. "We drove together, remember? And we're not ready to go yet. Just relax -- damn!!!"

Unmistakably ill at ease, Matt reluctantly returned to the sofa and sat, picking up the bong and taking another hit. The room was momentarily silent, the air thick with tension before Jason decided to get things moving.

"OK, who wants to go first?"

"Me! I do -- let me go first!" cried Andrew, actually raising his hand like a student as he spoke. Ryan couldn't help but grin - the guy seemed so excited. The others noticed his unusual eagerness as well.

"Damn, Andrew!!!" commented Tommy. "You'd think you never had a blowjob!"

"Fuck you!!! Let's go, Ryan."

The two disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Andrew quickly reclined on the bed and noticed the television and DVD player.

"Does Jason keep any porn back here?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's got a ton of movies in that case over there."

"Bring it here and let me pick one." Ryan retrieved the DVD organizer from the desk and handed it to Andrew. "Take my shoes off and rub my feet for a few minutes while I find something to watch..."

Ryan obediently untied his sneakers and slipped them off his moist feet. He wasn't wearing socks and the smell was quite intense. Ryan noticed, almost shamefully, that he could tell a difference between this smell and Jason's. He ran his fingers into the steamy, soft flesh of the arch then the tougher skin of the heel before working his way to the toes, gently working each in tiny circles to work out the stress he found there.

"He sure does have a lot of movies," Andrew noted.

"He's got a lot of money," Ryan answered playfully.

"Do you swallow?" The question was asked in a natural, non-judgmental manner with no modesty and no hang-ups. When Ryan didn't immediately answer, he continued. "If you don't that's fine, I just wanted to know..."

"Yeah, I swallow," Ryan replied awkwardly as he switched feet.

"Nice," Andrew responded without looking up from the binder. "Nobody's ever swallowed my spooge before. Here, this'll do." Andrew slipped the disc from the pocket and handed it to Ryan. "Pop that in and let's get started."

Ryan took the disc, looking at it before placing it in the tray. It was entitled "To Completion: Cum Guzzling Whores". He was a bit self-conscious. After all, he was about to do the very same thing for Andrew and couldn't help but wonder what that said about him.

He crawled between Andrews legs and unbuttoned his jeans. Slipping his fingers inside the waist, he pulled both them and his jockeys down at the same time. It wasn't until he'd tossed them on the floor that he noticed Andrew's cock. His dick was already fully hard, not nearly as massive as Jason's but larger than Ryan's. Rule number one, as it had been taught to him, was to look at the cock as if you love it. He found himself fulfilling this rule without even trying.

Inching closer, he wrapped his fingers around it, marveling at how rigid it felt compared to Jason's, whose cock was so meaty it kept a small amount of give even when fully hard. Andrew was circumcised but the skin wasn't overly tight. Ryan angled the meat down and released it, letting it snap back up.

"Whoa...intense," Ryan whispered in admiration.

"What?" Andrew was clearly enjoying the attention.

"It's just so fucking hard. Do you always bone like this?"

"Yeah, every time. You like it?"

Ryan glanced upward, smiling mischievously. "It's nice -- really nice. I can see your heartbeat in it." He fondled it for a few more minutes while Andrew found a scene to watch on the DVD. As he played with the pulsing cock in his hand, Ryan realized he wanted to put it in his mouth. He'd hoped Andrew would force him down on it or simply command him to suck but no such order materialized. He knew it would make him sound like a slut but he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth. "Can I suck it now?"

Andrew looked surprised and made a curious face.

"That's what we're here for, dude..."

Ryan's lips enveloped the spongy tip, forming a tight seal with his mouth and drawing a loud moan from his friend. Using his tongue, he traced around the flange and under the slit, repeating this motion for several minutes while increasing Andrew's sexual intensity. He opened his eyes, peering down the pole to his untamed bush. While sucking Jason's knob, there always seemed to be so much left to swallow. By comparison, he'd be able to take Andrew rather easily.

Gradually, he began his descent, inching toward the bottom. Once he felt the head lodged at the gateway to his throat he checked his progress -- only an inch, maybe an inch and a half to go. Ryan steadied his breathing and relaxed. The cockhead popped through the inner ring and he plunged the rest of the way down, feeling the wiry pubes tickling his nose. Andrew moved without warning, either from pleasure or the surprise of having his dick swallowed, and caused Ryan to gag. For some reason, this reflex seemed to please him.

"Fuck yeah, bitch -- take it all," he groaned.

Undeterred by this setback, Ryan tried again, this time staying down much longer. Once he adjusted to the fullness and was sure he wouldn't choke, he began the swallowing motions Jason enjoyed so much. The rhythmic contractions provided Andrew with significant pleasure and he made this known.

"FUCK! Nobody's ever done that. Don't stop, dude!"

That sentence opened the floodgates for Andrew and during the next five minutes he spoke incessantly, spewing forth a constant stream of vile, filthy comments. Ryan objected to some of them but was in no position to do anything about it. Eventually, Andrew approached his climax.

"You gonna swallow my cum like a good little bitch? Keep it up and I'll feed you good. Yeah, almost there -- almost -- yeah, FUCK -- I'm cumming, slut -- I'm cumming -- drink me - FUCK!!!"

Andrew was yelling loud enough for everyone in the apartment to hear when the first blast emptied into his cocksucker's throat. As was the case with Jason, the milky sperm bypassed his tongue altogether, each contraction of the iron-like rod forcing it directly into his digestive tract. Ryan continued the swallowing motions unabated during the orgasm, partly to intensify the sensation and partly to clear his throat for the next volley. Only once Andrew's body conspicuously relaxed did he allow the dick to slip from between his lips.

"There's still some jizz in it," Andrew noted. "...squeeze it out and clean it, would you? I hate putting it back in my pants like that."

Ryan milked the shaft from base to tip, extracting a large bead of slippery, white semen. He obediently lowered his head and lapped it clean, the friction of his tongue causing one last full-body spasm from Andrew.

"Fuck!! That was hot, dude - you took the whole thing! Just let me catch my breath and we'll head back out there..."

They emerged several minutes later to a round of applause from Jason and Tommy. Matt continued to brood over his beer, looking more uneasy than ever.

"That must have been good," Tommy observed. "The whole damn building heard you screaming..."

"Did you swallow like I taught you?" asked Jason.

Ryan nodded affirmatively, indicating he'd eaten it all.

"Shit! Let's go -- NOW!!!" yelled Tommy as he stood and ushered Ryan back down the hall.

Tommy was overly excited, his cock out of his pants before he even closed the door. Unlike Andrew, he wasn't interested in porn or foreplay. He simply instructed Ryan to kneel and forced his cock inside.

"So much for the rules," thought Ryan as this newest cock bottomed out in a single fluid motion, hardly stopping as it entered his throat. It happened so fast he'd barely gotten to look at it, much less find something to compliment. From the way it filled his mouth, he assumed it was comparable to Andrew's in size, though maybe a bit thicker. The erratic, forceful thrusts were new to Ryan, since both Jason and Andrew preferred to let him do all the work, and made it difficult to breathe, causing him to gag multiple times. Copious amounts of saliva flowed from his lips, lubricating the shaft in a bubbly, sticky sheen.

While Ryan's oral rape continued, Jason and Andrew tried to get Matt out of his persistent funk.

"He's really good, Matt -- just fucking amazing," Andrew noted.

"This doesn't seem right, guys," Matt objected again.

"You didn't see him -- he WANTED it. He even ASKED me for it!"

"Because Jason's got him all turned around and confused. He doesn't know what he's doing. For god's sake, Jason, he's scared to death of you."

"No, he's not," answered Jason dismissively. "Sure, maybe for the first few days, but not anymore. I swear - he's doing this because he WANTS to."

"It's just so weird," Matt continued. "We've known him for almost two years and he's never given us any indication he was interested in having sex with a guy."

"He's never given us any indication he was interested in sex AT ALL!" Jason responded. "Name one person, male or female, he's dated since you've known him."

"I - I can't think of any," Matt reluctantly admitted.

"Based on his journal, he got all the satisfaction he needed from beating off," added Andrew with an arrogant smirk.

"Not anymore..." pointed out Jason, raising his eyebrows and flashing a wicked grin. Andrew agreed with this assessment.

"I know -- it was like I was doing HIM a favor," he noted.

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a loud, animal-like roar filled the apartment, causing a brief pause in the discussion.

"Was I that loud?" asked Andrew.

"You were louder," said Matt in a clearly judgmental tone.

"Look, Matt," said Jason. "It's only gonna get more intense around here before the end of the month. If you can't handle it, we understand. But you should probably make other plans for the next few weekends."

Andrew had a different suggestion.

"I think you ought to spend some time with him, even if you don't do anything. You'll see he's OK with this -- nobody's forcing him."

"That's not a bad idea, Andrew," said Jason. "Just take him to the bedroom and talk. Spend, I don't know, maybe twenty minutes with him."

Another series of loud grunts filled the room, followed quickly by, "FUCK! I'm cumming -- I'm cumming -- SHIT!!! GODDAMMMMMNNNNNN!!!!"

"I don't guess that could hurt," Matt grumbled, ignoring the screams from down the hall.

Not long after, Tommy and Ryan returned to the living room. Obviously spent, Tommy grabbed his beer and collapsed on the sofa. Ryan waited for orders, his cock throbbing urgently from his crotch, liberally leaking precum. Jason looked at his face and chuckled. He cleared his throat to draw Ryan's attention and moved a finger to the corner of his lips.

"Dude, you got a little -- uhmm, you know, on your mouth."

Mortified, Ryan raised a hand to his lips and wiped off the semen he found there. Even worse, before he could think, he put the finger in his mouth and licked it clean -- like whipped cream from a dessert.

"FUCKING NASTY!!" yelled Andrew as he burst into laughter.

Matt stood, disturbed by what just happened and ushered Ryan to the bedroom. After closing the door and locking it, something none of the others had done, he sat on the bed and looked up at Ryan.

"Can you put on some underwear or something?"

"Uhmm -- I don't really have any."

"Well, wear a pair of Jason's then -- I don't care. I'm getting tired of looking at you naked."

After slipping into a pair of his roommate's shorts, Ryan listened as Matt explained why he was here.

"Relax, dude -- I'm not gonna make you blow me."

"You're not? Why are we here then?"

"...to get them off my back! We'll stay for a few minutes then go back to the living room."

"Oh...OK, what do you wanna do then?"

Matt looked completely exasperated and demanded an explanation.

"Dude, WHY are you doing this? It can't be what you want. Last weekend, I thought we were just hazing you -- I've seen the frats do worse during pledge week. But if I'd known it would lead to this..."

"You don't need to feel bad," Ryan said after a moment, thrown off balance by Matt's contrition. "I'm the one who agreed to it."

"He's got you so confused you don't know what you're doing."

Ryan moved to sit on the bed near Matt.

"That's not really true," he admitted. "Well, it started out that way but I've sorta gotten into it..."

Matt rolled his eyes, unable to comprehend how that was possible.

"Don't get me wrong," Ryan continued. "Before last weekend, I never imagined I'd be doing this. But now that I am...it's not that bad."

"So, you're telling me you enjoy sucking cock?"

For some reason, Ryan felt the urge to laugh. He attempted to show restraint but it welled up stubbornly and couldn't be squelched.

"I guess so..." he said through his chuckles. "And apparently, I'm pretty good at it..."

For the first time this evening, Matt laughed too.

"Based on the noises Andrew and Tommy made, I'd say you're damn near amazing!"

The two enjoyed another laugh until Matt reminded Ryan of where this path was headed.

"You do understand if you keep this up, Jason's gonna fuck you?"

"Yeah, so he tells me. By the way, what are you gonna tell him we did?"

"I'll say we just talked."

Ryan bit his lip and made a concerned face.

"That's gonna irritate him," he pointed out.

"What do I care? He's not gonna do anything to me."

"You're not the one whose gonna be alone with him all day tomorrow."

"He'll be a jerk about it, won't he?" Matt asked.

"Oh yeah..." answered Ryan, raising his eyebrows and sighing.

"OK, we'll tell him you sucked me off. Nobody has to know you didn't. You - I can't believe I'm saying this - `swallowed' with Andrew and Tommy so it's not like they'll look for evidence."

Ryan spent a moment thinking over the plan. It seemed shrewd enough but for one minor flaw.

"Jason asks a lot of questions. I'm sure he'll ask about your dick since nobody thought we'd do anything. I won't know what to say. If he catches me lying, he'll be even madder."

"You wanna see it?" Matt asked guardedly.

"If that's OK..."

Matt considered the unusual request for a few moments then stood by the foot of the bed. Surely it wouldn't hurt to let him see it. Lowering his zipper, he reached inside and fished his cock out. It was still soft and easily the smallest dick in the apartment, smaller even than Ryan's. It was uncut, however, and that caught his attention at once. Quite unintentionally, Ryan got "the look".

"You've got foreskin," he observed. "Andrew and Tommy don't..."

"...Yeah? What about Jason?" Matt asked.

"He's uncut too -- lots of skin."

Matt giggled at how ludicrous this circumstance seemed. He was about to put it back inside his jeans when he noticed how intently Ryan was staring. Amused by his apparent interest, he said...

"Dude, you look hypnotized -- snap out of it!"

"I'm sorry," he apologized, debating whether or not to actually say what he was thinking. Lowering his voice to a whisper, he decided to just spit it out, "It looks better than Andrew's..."

The indiscrete comment drew a hearty laugh from Matt. "Oh man, I can't wait to tell him that!" Ryan immediately regretted his decision.

"Please don't! Andrew's almost as mean as Jason -- and the two of them together...they'll kill me."

"Oh, relax -- I won't say anything. I just never thought it looked all that nice and it is kinda small. I've always wished it was bigger."

"It's not THAT small. And, like I said, it looks better."

"You're just saying that because of the skin. Jason told us about your password." Ryan felt a rush of heat to his face as he blushed.

"That's not the only reason. It's also pale and smooth, and look...you can see the network of veins just under the skin. Can I see your nuts, too?"

"...Why not?"

Matt lowered his jeans but found it difficult to stand with them wrapped around his ankles so he stepped clear of them completely. He'd never had anyone seem so fascinated by his penis before, and was frankly enjoying the attention.

"Wow..." Ryan whispered as Matt straightened up. "Nobody but Jason has you beat in the nut department."

"...Seriously?"

"Yeah," Ryan whispered. "...and your sack hangs so low."

He noticed Matt's cock plump somewhat as a surge of blood rushed to it.

"Can I touch `em?"

Matt looked torn, inwardly debating his response.

"If you touch my balls I'll probably get hard," he admitted.

"Dude, I just sucked off two guys...seeing you with a boner won't be any big deal."

Matt chuckled and gave his consent, his cock swelling before the fingers even reached the furry, wrinkled skin of his scrotum. Once he began to tenderly caress the sack, the penis shot straight up. It was shorter than the others but certainly not undersized -- just average with a respectable thickness. Like Jason, Matt possessed an extremely long foreskin and it remained firmly in place during its expansion and rise.

"You're dick is so hot," Ryan whispered.

Matt grimaced as Ryan continued to fondle his balls. "Your fingers feel better than I expected -- damn!"

His dick began to pulse in the same frantic manner Ryan's often did. As the cock-sucker watched in admiration, a drop of crystal clear goo emerged from under the puckered folds of skin and ran down the shaft. The strand broke and fell on Ryan's wrist.

"Fuck! That's so hot, Matt. Do you make a lot of juice?"

"Yeah," Matt moaned. "It drips pretty much continuously while I'm hard."

Ryan released his scrotum and licked the drop from his wrist.

"Shit, Ryan -- you're really into this, aren't you?"

"Yeah," he answered while laughing. "I'm sorry if that grossed you out."

"No, it's OK." Matt stared down at his cock as it pulsed untouched from his wild bush. Now that he was aroused, he didn't want to stop. Hesitantly, he prompted Ryan to continue, "If you want more, I'd be OK with that..."

Ryan moved quickly before Matt reconsidered. Reaching forward, he gently placed his fingertips on the quivering shaft. Using his thumb and forefinger, he milked from base to tip, causing a heavy stream of clear, slick juice to flow over his hand. After several repetitions of this motion, Matt was as slippery as Ryan on his horniest day, tossing his head back and moaning gently as the boy between his legs lovingly teased his cock.

"Matt?" Ryan asked carefully.

"Yeah?" he answered between subtle grunts.

"Please let me suck it." He looked Matt directly in the face to finish his pleading. "It looks so fucking hot. Please..."

Matt sneered at the begging young man, his look growing almost scornful.

"They were right about you. Go ahead," he answered with derision.

Ryan's lips engulfed the skin-covered head, freeing it from its prison as he descended the length of the shaft. This was an easy suck for Ryan, the tip of Matt's cock pushing against, but not breaching, his throat each time his nose smashed against his sweaty pubes. This cock was also leakier than any he'd sucked and he found himself glad to be able to taste it.

"You're really good at this," he heard Matt moan from above.

Ryan expressed his appreciation for the praise by using his tongue over the now exposed, drippy cockhead. His enthusiasm wasn't lost on Matt and his prior indecision rapidly evaporated. He placed both hands on Ryan's head and thrust inside, holding him down. Since his windpipe was not fully obstructed, he was still able to breathe through his nose, which was buried in the dark, wiry hairs of his damp bush. The smell was exhilarating and the boy's cock escaped through the fly of Jason's boxers, needy and primed to shoot without any stimulation other than the taste of Matt's cock. He prepared to swallow this third load of the evening.

Matt had other plans, however. As he neared the inevitability of orgasm, he abruptly pulled Ryan from his cock. While his left hand firmly grasped Ryan's hair, holding him near, his right flew into a frenzy of wild stroking to force him over the edge.

"Take my fucking cum," he panted. "Gonna shoot -- god -- here it comes..."

Ryan sat with his mouth open, ready to take the spew. Instead, Matt took great pleasure in spraying everywhere BUT his mouth. The first shot nailed him over the left eye and the slimy, white curd hung nastily from his brow. The second and third volleys left trails of thick, starchy semen in erratic lines covering his forehead and right cheek. Matt laughed loudly when the fourth accidentally shot directly up his nose, causing Ryan to struggle against the startling sensation. By the time he'd finished spasming, Ryan's face was covered. Matt may have had the least sizable cock but it was clear his enormous balls produced the largest volume of cum. After milking the last few drops and smearing them on the tip of Ryan's nose, he bent to retrieve his jeans and slipped them back on.

"Stand up, you fucking slut!" Matt commanded as he opened the bedroom door. Grabbing the waistband of Jason's boxers, he roughly pulled them down to Ryan's ankles, exposing him once again. He noticed Ryan's hand move to his face, apparently on a mission to wipe the burning cum from his eye. "Leave it..." he cruelly demanded as his palm connected with a loud smack to the ass. "March..." Fully demoralized, but about to cum himself, Ryan began the walk of shame down the hall, this time with a face full of semen.

The living room erupted into strident laughter as the two joined their friends, Andrew cackling so hysterically his eyes watered. Matt left Ryan standing disgracefully in the center of room as he lit a cigarette.

"Wow, dude," said Jason to Matt. "It looks like you changed your mind."

"You guys were right...I'll admit it. I wasn't gonna do anything but he fucking begged me for it!"

"We told you, man," added Tommy.

"Why'd you cum on his face?" asked Andrew.

"...Proof! I figured you guys would want confirmation."

They left Ryan standing as they drank and discussed what had happened tonight, even as Matt's cum began to cool, becoming runny and difficult to keep on his face. After about fifteen minutes, Andrew stood, walked behind Ryan and knelt. He pulled the pale ass cheeks apart and attempted to inspect his hole. Ryan resisted, sending droplets of Matt's cum flying across the room.

"Stand still, Ryan -- let him look," demanded Jason sternly.

Andrews's fingers repeated the violation and this time successfully exposed the tight virgin pucker, probing the pink rim.

"So when you gonna fuck him?" he asked plainly.

"He's scared...we'll have to work up to that," Jason answered.

"SHIT!!!" yelled Tommy. "If it was me, I'd fuck him tonight!"

"...Then I guess he's lucky it ain't you," Jason shot back.

"You gonna let us fuck him too?" asked Andrew as he prodded Ryan's hole.

"That's up to him, Andrew. I'm not gonna force him."

"What do say, Ryan -- you gonna let us fuck you too?"

Ryan felt dizzy -- this was just too much. His cock waved and pulsed as Andrew rubbed his hole and he found it difficult to answer these unfamiliar, awkward questions, especially with Matt's cum still dripping from his face.

"Guys, I don't know. I'm not sure I'll like it..."

"But if you do like it, you'll let us?" asked Matt unexpectedly. "I mean, if you end up liking it as much as sucking cock?"

Ryan decided to give provisional consent.

"I guess that would be OK. But I'm not making any promises..."

"Well, there you have it," said Jason loudly, a hint of pride evident in his voice. "Ryan, go take a shower and get to bed. I'll be there once the guys leave. Don't jerk off -- I'll let you cum tomorrow. Go on, get moving..."

Ryan walked to the bathroom but realized there were no clean towels. He quietly re-entered the hallway to get one from the linen closet and heard Jason speaking to the others. Though he knew he shouldn't eavesdrop, he couldn't help himself.

"Listen up guys `cause this is important...Matt, pay attention!" he heard his roommate bark. "I know how Ryan acted tonight but he's a nice guy and he's new to this. Outside this apartment, treat him like you always have. Don't make his life miserable and for god's sake, don't mention this to anybody at school. The little man is starting to grow on me and since I'm responsible for him acting this way, I'm feeling a little protective. I won't let you hurt him. Understood?"

Despite the humiliation of the past week, Ryan felt an emotional bond to Jason as he spoke those words, never imaging his roommate could serve as both tormentor and protector. The conversation grew distant as he returned to the bathroom and showered. Once clean, he went to bed but found it difficult to sleep with all the noise. He was almost there when Jason slipped under the sheets with him, pressing against his back as always. He draped an arm over his exhausted roommate and squeezed his cock.

"Hmmmm," Jason moaned with his lips grazing Ryan's ear, his hot breath sending waves of excitement through his body. "Still hard...nice...I'm proud of you, Ryan. You made me very happy tonight."

"Jason?" he asked timidly, still facing the wall.

"What is it, Ryan?"

"Why do you want to fuck me?"

"Because you've got a hot little ass, buddy. Everybody thinks so." Jason's tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked the tip of Ryan's earlobe, causing him to moan in sexual heat. "We'll start practicing tomorrow, baby. You'll see -- you're gonna love it..."

TAMING RYAN'S ASS -- SUNDAY, MAY 10th 2009

The day got off to a rocky start. The guys slept until almost noon and had barely started their coffee before Ryan's cell phone rang. It was his manager from the restaurant - he needed Ryan to come in for a brief staff meeting, promising it wouldn't take more than thirty minutes. Ryan dressed quickly and drove down for the meeting. Unfortunately, it was bad news. Due to continued poor customer traffic, three members of the wait staff were being let go - Ryan was one of the three. In shock over losing his job, he wandered back to his car and drove home. Jason was not going to be pleased.

To his surprise, Jason wasn't upset. In fact, he seemed happy to hear the news, explaining that the restaurant was taking up too much of his time anyway.

"You'll find another job, Ryan. Don't worry about it."

"But I won't be able to pay the rent if I'm not working."

"Ah, who cares?" he replied dismissively with a wave of his hand.

"WHAT? A week ago you were ready to kill me for not paying the rent!"

"A week ago I didn't know how good you were at giving head. Believe me, I'm not gonna kick you out on the street. Relax, everything will work out. Come on, I need to pick up a refill at the pharmacy - ride with me."

Despite Jason's assurances that he'd have a roof over his head, Ryan knew this meant an extension of his services. Though he'd grown accustomed to sleeping in the same bed with Jason, he'd been looking forward to getting his own room back. That was unlikely to happen unless he could pay the rent.

At the pharmacy, Ryan sat in the car while Jason went inside, presumably to pick up his Ritalin. He returned with two large bags.

"What else did you pick up?" Ryan asked.

"Several bottles of lube and a bunch of enemas...you should've seen the face on the cashier as he rang it up," he answered with a laugh. He noticed Ryan wasn't laughing and looked over to see the dismayed expression on his face. "Relax, dude -- I could have made you go in and pay for `em."

By the time they got home, it was late afternoon and Jason was ready to get started. Assuming his brainy roommate was bright enough to figure out how to use an enema, he gave him both the privacy and the time to get through this new experience. Once finished, Ryan stored the extra bottles under the sink in the bathroom and joined his roommate on the bed.

"Are you nervous?" Jason asked.

"Of course I'm nervous -- how in the hell could you possibly think I WOULDN'T be nervous?" he answered a bit more defiantly than he'd intended. Jason smiled and took no offense at his roommate's belligerence, knowing he was tense and in a fragile state of mind.

As had become routine, the encounter started with a blowjob. Ryan's body responded predictably and soon his cock was at attention and leaking freely despite the knowledge they would be going further tonight. Once both guys were primed and ready, Jason asked Ryan to change positions.

"Move up here and straddle my chest -- facing my dick."

Ryan consented without argument, placing his knees on either side of his roommate's broad chest, his ass perilously close to Jason's face.

"Go back to sucking and don't stop no matter what. OK?"

"Don't hurt me," Ryan whined, truly worried about how this would feel.

"I won't...you just need to trust me."

Ryan bent forward at the waist and eased his roommate's thick cock between his lips. This position was difficult to maintain unless he rested his forearms on the bed as well, forcing his ass even higher in the air, reminding him of the stance a cat adopts when she's in heat, trying to attract a mate.

Jason used both hands to tenderly massage Ryan's ass cheeks, opening and closing them repeatedly, exposing the tight, squeaky clean hole. He took his time with this massage, knowing full well how uptight Ryan was. Between losing his job and the knowledge that he was about to be fingered, he was distracted and more stressed than Jason had ever seen.

Eventually, Jason became more brazen in massaging his roommate's ass, his thumbs working ever closer to the actual target. He was tight, this much Jason could see. It would take at least two weeks of practice before he'd be able to fuck him without tearing him in half. "Patience," he thought to himself. "Just be patient...you want him to enjoy it too."

Jason opened a bottle of lube and poured a few drops over the tense, virgin pussy. Without making any attempt to push forward or breach him in any way, he delicately began a slow, sensual massage around the outer ring. Ryan instantly tightened his hole -- he couldn't help it -- it was simply a reflex action. Undeterred, Jason continued the low-pressure massage, coating the entire opening with the slippery lube. The muscle eventually relaxed under Jason's skillful manipulation and with it, Ryan seemed to calm down as well.

"How's it feel, Ryan?"

"Weird..."

"Bad?"

"No...Not bad, actually -- just weird."

"You'll get used to it. We'll do this a lot over the next few weeks."

"Jason?" he asked. His voice sounded like he was panting.

"Yeah, baby?"

"We need to stop -- oh god, we need to stop now!"

Ryan inhaled fiercely and Jason slowed the pace of his massage, his index finger poised directly over the slippery, clenched hole.

"Why? Did I hurt you?"

"No -- no, that's not it," he ineptly tried to explain as he started to shake, his entire body quivering curiously.

"Then why do we need to stop?"

As embarrassed as he was, Ryan decided to just tell the truth.

"I might cum soon..."

Jason smiled wickedly.

"That's OK, baby -- completely normal. In fact, anytime I'm fingering your ass, you feel free to cum whenever you want, as many times as you want -- but only when I'm inside you, OK?"

"So...I can cum now?" he asked. It was clear he was ready to blow.

"Have I put anything inside you yet?"

"No..."

"Then wait `til my finger slips in. As soon as you feel it, you can cum -- but not until then. You understand?"

"Yeah," he muttered in frustration before swallowing Jason's cock.

Fascinated by Ryan's hole, Jason kept him teetering hopelessly on the edge for another ten minutes. The blowjob he was receiving became more enthusiastic as the young bottom's need increased. Ultimately, Ryan became so overheated the contractions in his groin were being reflected in his hole as well, ever so faintly pulsing along with his painfully engorged cock.

Slowly, the tip of Jason's index finger probed the opening, stubbornly refusing to breach it yet, causing Ryan's arousal level to skyrocket.

"Want me to stop?" Jason teased. "I don't wanna push you too fast, baby."

"No -- please. Keep going..."

Jason added a few more drops of lube to make the penetration as smooth as possible. He then repositioned the finger over the quivering opening and pushed slightly -- not enough to slip inside but with more pressure than before. Ryan moaned despite the humiliation of submitting to his roommate in such a lewd display of sexual heat and began to look forward to coming violation. Almost as if reading his mind, Jason allowed his finger to slip past the ring of tight muscle. He went slowly but consistently, without stopping, until the finger was buried to the second joint.

Ryan's prick exploded hands free as his hole gave way, coating both of them with sticky, white semen. He lifted his head to express his disbelief that Jason had just fingered the cum out of him.

"OH FUCCKKK!!!" he screamed as another blast jetted from his untouched cock. Jason was more than satisfied by this reaction.

"Yeah, it feels good, don't it?" Jason whispered seductively.

"Oh god -- I'm still cumming -- FUCK! That feels so good!"

"Relax and enjoy it, Ryan. Let's get all that nasty cum out..."

Since Ryan had risen slightly during his orgasm, several thick lines of cum landed on or near Jason's cock. As the spasms subsided, he lowered himself again, lapping up his slimy juice before going back down on the massive, uncut pole in his face. Jason inadvertently sank a bit deeper when he felt the warm mouth wrap around his penis. He'd planned to withdraw his finger once he'd forced his roommate to shoot, assuming Ryan would want to stop. But when he gave no such indication, Jason just kept going. He was approaching his own orgasm when Ryan lifted his head to ask a question.

"Jason?" he asked while panting heavily.

"Yeah, baby?" Jason whispered.

"You said I could cum as much as wanted, right?"

"That's right."

"Just checking..."

Less than a minute later, Ryan was shooting again. It wasn't nearly as intense as the first, and he didn't stop sucking this time, but Jason could feel his ass ring contracting repeatedly around his finger as the cum splashed down on his abdomen. He imagined how good those reflexive pulses were going to feel around his cock when he fucked the spooge out of him.

"Ryan, I can stop now if you want. It's the first time you've had anything up there and I don't wanna hurt you. You want me to stop?"

"No -- keep going..." he whimpered.

Jason was startled by the timbre of Ryan's voice - it sounded like he was crying. Listening more intently, he did hear gentle sobbing noises coming from his roommate.

"Are you OK?" he asked, genuinely concerned about him.

"GODDDD! Why does this feel so good?"

Jason gently removed his finger before pulling Ryan back to lie beside him. While his body might be enjoying this new activity, his emotions weren't adapting as quickly and he'd had all he could take for one night. Now that Ryan was no longer obscuring his view, Jason looked at his stomach, amazed at the amount of cum he'd managed to work out of him. Though he'd already shot two loads, Ryan was still trembling in ecstasy, looking very much like he was high. Pulling him closer still, Jason held him tightly, face to face, the first time they'd ever laid in this position.

"Shhhh...Calm down, Ryan...you're shaking -- it's OK."

"It made me cum, Jason -- twice," he stammered between sobs.

"I know, baby...I know. But that's normal -- don't feel bad. In a couple of weeks, you'll be ready for me to fuck you."

Ryan whimpered for a few more minutes before speaking.

"We could try it now..."

Jason couldn't believe what he heard. The guy had just cum twice and was asking, in as subtle a way as his mind would allow, for Jason to pop his cherry.

"That's ambitious, little buddy -- and also kinda stupid. You know how big my cock is -- there's no way it'll fit yet. But I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Now roll over and get some sleep."

Ryan was quiet for a few minutes and Jason thought he'd drifted off. He barely heard it when the young man spoke.

"We're gonna do this again tomorrow?"

"Every day..." he whispered in his most comforting voice.

The simple, scarcely audible words "thank you" were last Jason heard before they fell asleep.

ANDREW THE SITTER -- FRIDAY, MAY 15th 2009

Classes resumed Monday as did the evening stretching sessions. Now jobless, Ryan found quite a bit more time to practice as well as service his roommate. He was astonished at how much he enjoyed Jason's finger inside him. Though it was a difficult psychological barrier to overcome, his shame quickly fell as he surrendered to the exquisite sensations it brought.

By mid-week, Ryan wanted to accelerate the pace of training, looking forward to Jason finally mounting him -- "taking his cherry" as he called it. Jason was steadfast in demanding patience, however, using only a single finger each night, and after slipping it inside, moving no more than necessary to keep Ryan craving more. His horny bottom would squirm and moan on the finger, begging for deeper penetration or extra thrusting before cumming, sometimes multiple times per session, always spontaneously, without touching his cock.

On Thursday, Jason's mother called to ask if he could come home over the weekend. Though he didn't want to, she insisted and they reached a compromise. He'd drive down the next day after class and spend the night before returning to Durham Saturday afternoon. Not wanting to leave Ryan alone, he asked Andrew to spend the night Friday evening, leaving specific instructions as to what he was expected to do during his absence.

Ryan came home after his last class and immediately stripped, the apartment seeming eerily large and lonely without Jason. He sat at the desk, opened his books, and finished his homework while waiting for Andrew. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an envelope with his name on it, the handwriting clearly Jason's. Opening it, he read the following...

"Be good and do whatever Andrew tells you - he understands what I want you to do tonight. There's only one thing I'm worried about -- DO NOT LET HIM FUCK YOU! I want to be the one to open you up and as horny as you get, I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself. Keep in mind, you belong to me. Be a good boy and don't do anything stupid. I'll see you Saturday..."

Ryan's cock was pulsing by the time he finished reading -- just as the doorbell rang. Andrew entered the apartment, tossed his book bag on the floor, and took a long look at Ryan, grinning wide at the excited boy.

"Hey, bitch -- you ready to play?"

"Yeah," responded Ryan awkwardly, somewhat ashamed to be standing like this in front of Andrew and nervous as to what was planned for this evening.

"Well, let's get to it then. Grab my book bag, would ya?"

Ryan lifted the bag and followed Andrew to the bedroom. He went directly for Jason's case of DVDs, flipping through the pages casually as he spoke.

"Jason said something about you needing to get `cleaned up' before we start -- he said you'd understand what that means."

"Yeah, I know what he means."

"Well, go on then. We got the whole evening together and I wanna watch some of your boyfriend's movies. I'll just pick out a few while you take care of business."

Ryan slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, the word "boyfriend" sticking in his mind uncomfortably. The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. Yes, he and Jason had a sexual relationship, but they were hardly lovers -- and for some reason, that seemed an important distinction for him. He was still thinking about it when he emerged from the bathroom, fresh and clean.

"Jason's not my boyfriend," he bluntly stated.

"Whatever..." came the flippant response. Fully dismissing Ryan's protest, Andrew continued to browse through the collection of DVDs, a small stack of them already selected and placed on the nightstand.

"I'm serious -- he's not!" Ryan repeated.

Looking annoyed, Andrew rolled his eyes, sighing loudly as he did.

"Dude, you're all he fucking talks about anymore! He's never been this into anybody."

"He thinks of me as property -- nothing more than that."

"How goddamn naïve can you be, Ryan? I've known him since high school -- I know how his mind works, better than you, better than anybody. Just accept it, dude, and move on."

"I don't believe you," Ryan said coldly, utterly defiant. He was running the risk of angering Andrew but couldn't let this go. "Jason does NOT have those feelings and I certainly don't."

"I'm getting tired of this conversation, Ryan -- drop it."

"I -- DON'T -- LOVE -- HIM," he objected one time too many. Andrew slammed shut the case of DVDs, his eyes wild with anger. Ryan prepared for retribution -- it didn't come. Instead, Andrew took a deep breath and forced a smile.

"Fine...you don't love him. But you have promised your pussy to him. Now tell me this, which is worse -- a gay man genuinely in love with his roommate or some confused straight guy stretching his cunt every night?"

The words stung more harshly than any of the physical consequences Ryan had expected. He stood wordlessly as the truth of them set in. Andrew nodded his head when he realized he'd struck a nerve.

"That's right, bitch. If you really don't care about him then what you're doing is worse -- MUCH worse." He paused for dramatic effect. "Besides, Jason feels the same way about you."

"Jason's not gay," Ryan muttered.

"Oh who knows what he is?" Andrew quickly answered in frustration, his words as rapid and staccato as machinegun fire. "...And who cares? He just does whatever the hell he wants and I admire that. But something's happening, dude. Like I said, he talks about you all the time and the WAY he talks about you is changing. The first couple of days, he was so full of himself we thought he might actually hurt you. When he told us about the spanking, Matt almost called the police to leave an anonymous tip. But over the past few days, when he talks about you it's different. Maybe he loves you, maybe he don't -- it's really none of my business, but something's going on..."

"Really?" asked Ryan, unable to accept what he was hearing.

"Yes!" Andrew said emphatically. "Let me ask you something -- at night, when you guys go to sleep, does he just roll over and start snoring or does he hold you?"

"He holds me..."

"He doesn't do that, you fool - Jason doesn't hold people! He dated this girl I knew for almost a year -- she told me. Once he cums, he rolls over and ignores you the rest of the night."

"I just thought he did that to feel in control..."

"Maybe it started out that way. Have you noticed any changes in his attitude toward you?"

"He's been really nice to me this week -- demanding, but nice."

"Would you go so far as to say he's been kind?"

"Compared to the first week, yeah..."

"Does that sound like the Jason?"

"No...No, it doesn't."

"Draw your own conclusions, man. And by the way, this conversation NEVER happened. I'd rather not spend tomorrow night in the emergency room having a splint put on my nose. Got it?"

"Yeah, I won't mention it. I'm not sure I'd wanna talk about it anyway."

"Good, now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate a foot massage while I finish going through these videos -- come on, chop-chop..."

Ryan moved to the end of the bed and took Andrew's large feet in his hands, continuing to think about what had been said. He tried to place those thoughts aside, but found it like putting toothpaste back in the tube. In time, the feeling of Andrew's feet, coupled with the persistent and distinctive smell filling his nostrils, allowed him to focus on his duties more than the troubling ideas brought to light. He decided to devote all his energy to pleasing Andrew, hoping to force the uncomfortable feelings from his mind.

"Jason likes it when I lick his feet. Do you want me to do that?"

"If you want `em, dude, go for it," he answered without giving any real thought to his response.

Ryan moved to the floor to be closer to Andrew's feet. He opened his mouth and slipped a big toe inside, sucking it gently before running his tongue between it and its neighbor. Andrew was absolutely oblivious to this service, slipping another video from the sleeve and placing it aside. Ten minutes later, he zipped the case closed and handed his selections to Ryan.

"Put one of those in the player and pull off my pants."

After inserting the first disc, Ryan removed his jeans and underwear while Andrew stretched, removing his t-shirt himself.

"Go ahead and make me cum. Then we'll do the exercises Jason left for you. By the time you're ready for a break, maybe I'll be set to shoot again."

Andrew's cock was less familiar than Jason's but he accepted the command without complaint and hastily took the shaft into his mouth. Much like last Saturday night, Andrew was extremely passive during the blowjob, focused instead on the movie he was watching, mentally placing himself in the position of the guys on screen who were also being blown. Ryan was beginning to wonder how long it would take to get him off when he felt the cock contract and begin spurting down his throat. Andrew was quiet this time, limiting himself to moaning and writhing on the sheets, forgoing the foul language he'd used last weekend. Once spent, he allowed his cock to soften somewhat inside Ryan's mouth as he caught his breath.

"Go get me a beer, dude -- I'm parched. You wore me out!"

After Ryan returned with the cold bottle, Andrew asked for his book bag and the boy passed the heavy pack to him. He unzipped it, extracting a black plastic bag which he placed aside. He then opened an inner pocket and retrieved a clear plastic bag filled with weed.

"Wanna smoke some before we get started?" he asked.

"Sure!" Ryan answered enthusiastically. Like most of his friends, Ryan rarely passed up an opportunity to get high. It was particularly potent stuff and half an hour later and both guys were clearly baked.

"What's in the black bag?" Ryan asked.

"Jason gave me that -- it's some toy you're supposed to use tonight. Take a look if you want," he explained, handing the bag to Ryan.

Ryan opened it cautiously and pulled out a long, slender anal probe. It wasn't any thicker than Jason's finger but its obscene appearance gave him chills. A thin, white cord ran from the base to a control mechanism of sorts.

"What's this for?"

"It vibrates, dude -- haven't you ever seen one before?"

"No."

"There should be some batteries in the bag too. Load it up and we'll take it for a spin."

He found a pack of AA batteries in the bag and soon had them in place. After closing the latch, he turned the dial and the thin vibrator sprang to life in his hand, actually startling him as he held it. Andrew laughed in amusement when he saw Ryan jump.

"D-U-D-E," he said ultra-slowly as was his tendency when high. "Your pussy's gonna go ape-shit for that thing. Go ahead and put it in."

Ryan turned the device off and opened the nightstand drawer to retrieve some lube. After slathering it up well to cut down on discomfort, he reclined on the bed and lifted his legs, all in full view of Andrew.

"Oh, man -- this is so fucking hot," chuckled Andrew as he shifted positions to better watch the insertion.

Ryan placed the tip of the wand at his hole and pushed. Jason usually massaged his anus prior to pushing a finger inside, relaxing the hole for penetration. Since this had not happened tonight, the initial breach was less pleasant, though hardly painful. It felt unnatural at first, since the wand was much colder than a finger. Despite this, Ryan's cock was soon leaking profusely onto his abdomen. Andrew waited patiently for something to happen but Ryan was taking things slow -- too slow. He soon became impatient.

"You need to push it in and out, dude...really work your hole."

It took some time but eventually Ryan was able to work most of the slender shaft inside, marveling at how different it felt to be filled more completely. As he relaxed further, movement became easier to manage and he pulled the device back several inches before easing it back in. Finally, he felt the base of the wand reach the entrance to his ass. It was completely inside -- he'd taken it all. Arching his back and enjoying the sensation, he moaned loudly.

"Now we're talking, bitch. Fuck yourself with it!"

Ryan complied and was soon pounding the wand up and down, forcing the column of latex in and out of his accommodating hole. His muscles relaxed and the last vestiges of discomfort evaporated quickly, leaving him with only the pleasure provided by the new toy. Andrew reached for the control switch and turned the dial. Ryan squealed in both surprise and satisfaction while Andrew laughed wildly. He turned the dial to max simply to watch Ryan writhe on the bed, pushed closer and closer to orgasm.

In addition to the sound of the toy, the guys suddenly noticed a new source of vibrations coming from Andrew's book bag.

"Shit! My cell..."

Fortunately, he adjusted the dial to low before answering.

"Hello... (pause) ...hey, Tommy -- what's up?"

Ryan moaned loudly, causing Andrew to place his hand over the mouthpiece.

"Not so loud, bitch -- I'm on the phone," he demanded unsympathetically while continuing his chat.

"No -- I'm at Jason's. He asked me watch Ryan while he went to see his mom... (pause) ...really? I thought he told you... (pause) ...sorry, I can't. I'll be here all night... (pause) ...no, you can't come over..."

Andrew's voice faded as he took the cell and wandered down the hall, out of earshot. Ryan eased the thin dildo in and out several more times and watched as a stream of precum exited his slit, pooling in his navel. His toes flexed, curling tightly as he experienced pleasure he didn't know was possible. The device was going to make him cum and he knew it. He fought to hold back and was making headway but as soon as he moved the wand he was on the edge once more. He heard footsteps from the hall and Andrew re-entered the room.

"Don't cum, dude," he said plainly.

"What? Jason lets me cum when he fingers me..."

"I'm just following instructions, man -- don't blame me. He said you get no relief until he gets back."

"FUCCKKKKK!!!!" Ryan screamed in frustration. The loud, animalistic cry truly surprised Andrew with its raw emotional need.

"Damn! You like it that much?" he asked.

"Yes -- oh fuck -- it feels so good."

"Well, turn it off for god's sake before you nut. He'll kill us both if I let you cum."

Ryan scrambled for the control box while trying to hold back his jizz.

"You're supposed to use it for thirty minutes then rest for thirty. How long has it been in?"

"I don't know," Ryan sobbed. "Maybe fifteen..."

"OK, go fifteen more then take it out. I'm gonna watch some TV in the living room. Come join me when you're done."

"What happens after the thirty minute break?"

"We repeat the cycle until bedtime. You can blow me during the breaks."

Andrew walked through the doorway but then stuck his head back inside.

"And don't cum..."

Four hours later, Ryan was out of his mind from the repeated cycles of intense anal stimulation and servicing his "babysitter". After Andrew's second cum, he wasn't ready to go again for some time and simply watched television, smoked pot, and drank as Ryan pumped his hole and fought off the feelings of impending orgasm. They ended up in the bedroom, Ryan flat on his back, vibrator up his hole, while Andrew watched porn and fingered his dick, which had finally returned to life for a third go. He knew this was the last one he had in him, at least for tonight, and wanted to make it a good one.

"Want me to fuck you?" he asked at the peak of an intense edge, while Ryan was extremely vulnerable to suggestion.

"Yeah, but I can't..." he honestly answered. There was no shame in his voice this time, only heat.

"...Why not?"

"Jason wants to be first."

"We won't tell him, you fucking idiot!" Andrew laughed wickedly. "You think I want him to know I stole his prize? I'll be our little secret."

"We shouldn't..."

"It'll hurt less if you let me be first. I know how big his cock is..."

This came as a surprise to Ryan.

"He told you about his dick?"

"No, I've seen it. We used to jerk off together in high school."

The close, intimate friendship between Andrew and Jason suddenly made a lot more sense given this new information -- apparently, he was the friend Jason had referenced several weeks earlier. He continued to persuade Ryan to give up his cherry.

"So I know it's gonna hurt when he fucks you -- you could practice for six months, Ryan -- it won't make a difference."

"I don't know, Andrew..."

"Come on, take that thing out."

Ryan withdrew the vibrator and felt empty. While looking at Andrew's firm cock, he instinctively reached for his ass and thrust a finger inside, moaning loudly as he sank it in deep.

"See...you need it, dude. Let me break you in..."

Andrew took matters into his own hands. He positioned himself between Ryan's upraised legs, spreading them further and pulling his fingers away from his virgin pussy. He placed the head of his cock in the cleft and held it there, the angry head pushing against, but not entering, the slippery channel. He grabbed Ryan's ankles and doubled him up, ass in the air, poised to fuck.

"Ask me to fuck you, Ryan," he demanded.

"Don't -- please, I promised..."

"Ask me! You wanna feel me inside you...I can see it in your face."

Andrew was right -- Ryan did want this, wanted it urgently. All he needed was to consent and Andrew would snap his hips forward, taking his virginity. Still, he just couldn't give that consent. Looking up at Andrew's tense face, he realized he wanted the face staring back at him to be Jason's. No one else would do -- no matter how badly he needed it. From somewhere deep inside him, he mustered the courage, the willpower, and indeed the strength to push against the man pinning him down, sending him flying off the bed.

"I SAID NO!!!!" he screamed.

Andrew was startled by this unexpected reaction and scrambled to his feet, a new respect in his eyes for Ryan's determination.

"Chill, dude -- and lower your fucking voice. You win...but you're gonna pay for that later. Go to bed -- I'll sleep on the sofa."

He turned off the lights as Ryan covered himself with a sheet. Andrew's voice could be heard muttering irately to himself as he walked away...

"Fuck! `Not my boyfriend', my ass! I wish I had a bitch that devoted to me..."

Ryan rolled onto his side in the empty bed, realizing a painful fact, admitting it to himself for the first time -- he missed Jason.

POPPING HIS CHERRY -- FRIDAY, MAY 22nd 2009

Jason returned the next day and called Andrew to ask about the previous evening. Conspicuously missing from the report was any reference to his hard line attempt to pop Ryan's cherry. Jason detected uneasiness in his friend's voice and made a mental note to demand more details when he saw Andrew in person.

The sessions between Jason and Ryan resumed in earnest, including the use of two fingers during the remainder of the weekend and throughout the following week. By Thursday evening, Ryan was begging to be fucked and Jason concluded he was ready. He denied his roommate any release that night but promised tomorrow would be the big day. Ryan was finally going to get fucked.

Now that the loss of his virginity was imminent, Ryan grew apprehensive, barely hearing a word from his professors as he wandered like a zombie from class to class. His cock was hard more often than not that day, continuously oozing into his jeans and leaving a wide, dark spot he only remembered to hide half the time. When he at last arrived at the apartment, he found it empty. Checking his voicemail, he listened to a message from Jason explaining he'd be late, probably not getting home until close to nine. The message included an apology, but promised it would be worth the wait as well as an admonition not to cum until he got home. Ryan hoped Jason had been in at least a semi-private location when he recorded the message.

Wandering to the bathroom, he stripped and took care of his hygiene needs before making his way to the bed. He searched for his toy but it wasn't in the nightstand, its usual home. Frustrated, he lubed two fingers and inserted them, moaning as he felt the welcome penetration. Ever conscience of Jason's large size, he then experimented with three, wincing at the brief, stinging pain. Once it subsided, he removed the trio of fingers and compared their combined girth to his roommate's cock - not even close. His anxiety grew exponentially and he hoped he was making the right decision. He needed a drink...

After preparing a double bourbon and coke, he lit a joint and smoked nearly half of it by himself as his stubborn, neglected cock pulsed and bobbed relentlessly. While he drank, he re-watched the videos from the website, the clips seeming much hotter this time. He envied the look of unadulterated ecstasy on the faces of the bottoms as they were plowed and bred repeatedly. Casually fingering himself, he grew more aroused by the minute. At long last, he heard his roommate's voice.

"Ryan?"

Jason grinned as his roommate nearly tripped over his own feet, all but running down the hall to greet him, his hard cock flopping as he moved.

"Damn, dude -- are you drunk?" Jason asked.

"A little," he admitted. "I needed something for nerves." Jason nodded affirmatively - given what they were about to do, it made sense. He laughed heartily at what he heard next.

"Jason, I need you to fuck me." The desperation in Ryan's voice was beyond amusing...it was also hot.

"Now THAT is the way a man needs to be greeted when he gets home," Jason said emphatically. "You're ready for it, aren't you, baby?"

"Yeah -- let's go."

Ryan brazenly grabbed Jason's hand and tried to drag him down the hall.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa -- little man! We do this my way, OK?"

Ryan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, less nervous already simply from his roommate's presence.

"OK, what do you wanna do?"

To Ryan at that moment, Jason appeared to be the hottest man ever put on this earth. Dressed casually in a t-shirt, jeans, and worn sneakers, his eyes sparkled, framed from above by his jet-black hair and from below by his roguish grin. His wide shoulders and broad chest tapered to his narrow waist and Ryan refused to look lower for fear he might cum this very instant. He knew this was the same guy who only three weeks ago humiliated him in front of their friends but he didn't care. He just wanted this man on top of him -- and soon. He barely heard Jason answer his question.

"I bought you a little something to commemorate this special night. I hid it in the utility closet. Go get it..."

Ryan opened the door to the cramped, dirty, rarely-entered space and lifted a package from the floor. It was plainly wrapped in simple paper but had his name written on the top. He took the package back to where Jason stood.

"Go on -- open it..." he encouraged.

Speechless, Ryan tore off the paper and examined the box he held in his hands. Though thankful for the gift, with everything else on his mind, he didn't quite understand its purpose.

"Thank you, Jason. But why did you think I needed a video camera?"

Before the words even left his mouth, he realized what an incredibly stupid question that was -- the purpose of the camera was clear.

"It's for tonight, silly! Most people lose their virginity in some clumsy encounter they'd just as soon forget. But your first time is gonna be special, it's gonna be with me. I'm sure you'll want to go back and watch it."

"Jason, I'm not sure that's such a good..."

"Shhhh, trust me. We ARE gonna record it, understand? I won't debate this with you. Tomorrow morning, if you don't wanna keep it, just erase the hard drive. But I won't let you deny yourself this just because you're nervous or embarrassed. And by the way, the camera is yours to keep. If you decide at the end of the month you wanna just be my roommate, you can use it when you're jerking off and put the footage in your journal. Now go set it up somewhere near the foot of the bed. I'll wait out here for you to finish."

Ryan wasn't sure he wanted a record of what he was about to do but he trusted Jason and the last thing he wanted was make him angry -- not tonight, not with so much at stake. He started down the hallway with the camera.

"Oh, and Ryan..." Jason called out.

"Yeah?" he answered, stopping abruptly and turning to face him.

"You should probably wash your hands before you set it up. You've got precum all over them..."

Ryan ignored the camera's detailed instruction manual -- it was just too long to read right now. Instead, he used the quick start guide and set up the camera on the desk. He realized the angle was awkward in this location so he moved it beside the television. Checking the LCD panel, he verified the entire bed was in the frame. As he worked, he thought about something Jason had said. Was he going to give Ryan the choice to end this and return to being roommates? If so, what was he going to do? He wasn't sure he could go back to that now -- too much had happened, too much had changed. If he enjoyed tonight as much as he thought he would, there was no way he could return to jerking off alone in his bedroom. Once everything was ready, he returned to Jason who was sitting casually on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

"The camera's set up. What now?" he asked.

"Well, for starters you can make me a drink. I need to sit and relax a few more minutes before I do anything."

Ryan sprinted to the kitchen to prepare Jason's drink and quickly returned it to him. He then sat nearby, not entirely sure what to do. Jason snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.

"...My feet, Ryan -- get busy. I didn't wear socks today and those sneakers have been on for over twelve hours. They're extra hot and stinky for you."

Jason wasn't kidding. As Ryan slipped the sneakers from his feet, the toes wriggled in his face and the smell was potent. Most rational people would have found it unpleasant, but he wasn't thinking rationally anymore. To him, the smell of his hot roommate was more intoxicating than anything he could imagine. He greedily sucked each toe in turn, using his tongue to lap between them, slurping up every drop of sweat and the tiniest specks of debris. Knowing they had the entire night, Jason was in no hurry to move things along. Instead, he relished the sight of his horny boy slurping on his massive feet while he casually sipped his drink and took hits from the bong. Finally, he wrestled his foot from Ryan's mouth, playfully slapping him across the face with it.

"Go get your toy, boy."

Ryan took off down the hall, stopping mid-way when he remembered not being able to find it earlier.

"I don't know where it is," he explained as Jason smiled knowingly.

"Oh? Were you looking for it?" he asked.

"Yeah, before you got home."

"I see -- couldn't wait, could you?"

"No, do you know where it is?"

"Bottom dresser drawer, pushed all the way back under some jeans. Go on now. Get it."

Jason was enjoying the hell out of this. He'd never felt this completely in control of a situation -- and it was nice. Ryan would now do anything to please him. When he returned with the wand, Jason instructed him to lie across his lap, ass turned up. He spent five minutes simply massaging the pale globes of flesh as Ryan ground his hips into his roommate's jeans. Jason smacked him hard on one of the upturned cheeks.

"Stop trying to cum, bitch! You're gonna wait until I take your cherry!"

Ryan stopped, fearful of another slap, and waited for Jason's next move. He ran a finger over Ryan's twat and noticed he was already lubed. "Nice..." he thought as he picked up the slender dildo, easing it inside with a single, slow, fluid movement and extracting a loud moan from his docile new boy. He propped his feet up on the table with Ryan lying across his lap and turned on the TV, flipping channels, seemingly indifferent to his roommate's escalating need.

Once he'd settled on a rerun of "Ultimate Fighter" on Spike, he turned the control box dial to low and let Ryan simmer until the first commercial break, at which time the vibrations were increased a notch. He couldn't suppress a laugh when Ryan started to squirm again. Another stinging slap across the ass put a stop to that. After this smack, Jason noticed his jeans felt wet. He whacked Ryan's ass again, significantly harder this time - certain he'd just lost his load.

"Did you just cum?" he demanded angrily.

"No," Ryan answered frantically. "It's just precum..."

Jason rolled him forward to look for himself. The fluid was obviously not semen. Before meeting Ryan, he didn't know a guy could produce this much juice. Returning his boy to his former position, he turned the dial again, causing him to quiver from the sinful vibrations. Despite the way it appeared, Jason wasn't being cruel. He fully intended to give Ryan the most incredible orgasm of his life, but wanted it to happen at precisely the right time -- at the moment of his penetration, the ultimate submission.

By the end of the show, the dial was set to maximum and Ryan was frantic to feel his domineering roommate mount him, to take his cherry. Jason extracted the wand and ordered him to the bedroom. Once there, he checked the camera to verify it was set up correctly. Satisfied, he pressed record and started issuing orders.

"Lie on your back and put your legs in the air. Pull your ass apart and show me your pussy while I get undressed."

Under normal circumstances, such a display of lewd behavior would've been humiliating for Ryan, but he was beyond caring even as the camera captured his virgin rosebud prepped for fucking. Jason took his time removing his clothes, leering knowingly as he stripped. He wasn't wearing underwear today so as his jeans fell from his muscular thighs, his hard cock snapped up and swelled to its final, impressive length and girth, the foreskin still clinging stubbornly to the moist head. When Ryan saw it, he began making an odd new noise, one Jason had never heard before -- a kind of high pitched, whiny, panting noise. His cunt was opening and closing rhythmically with each tiny, boyish grunt.

"Don't cum," Jason sternly admonished him. "If you do, I'll make you wait another week."

"NOOO!!!"

"Then calm down and wait for me..."

Jason watched Ryan try to control himself. The poor guy was so turned on he'd almost shot just from watching him strip. If Jason didn't move fast the boy would never make it. He liberally coated his cock with lube and climbed between Ryan's upturned legs, positioning his prick near the muscular ring before allowing his upper body to fall forward, pinning Ryan underneath his weight. Their faces were only inches apart.

Jason rubbed his cock along the trench, using the motion for both stimulation and to distribute the lube. Though he knew Ryan wanted it, that much was clear, he could still see the fear in his eyes and was aware this would be difficult -- it was going to hurt no matter what he did. Drawing back his hips, he let the head of his dick find the target, holding it there for a moment, flexing as he prepared to savor the precise instant of penetration.

"Look at me," he whispered compassionately. "For the next few minutes, keep your eyes on me. Don't shut them -- I'm gonna help you through this, OK? Nod your head if you understand me..."

Ryan looked up into those dark eyes and something inside him melted. His asshole began to spasm around the cock lodged there. He nodded.

"Take a deep breath and push out with your ass -- relax and trust me."

Jason saw his roommate inhale and felt the relaxation in his cunt. The time had finally come -- he pushed, forcing the hole to accept him, forcing the young man to give up the most intimate part of himself. In doing so, he also forced Ryan to cum. He paused long enough to allow him to enjoy the first few contractions of his orgasm but then used the distraction to slowly sink the rest of the way in. The strategy worked for the most part and he took more than seven inches before the awesome fullness overcame him and he tensed up. Jason paused, lowering his face to Ryan's. The young man's expression was a contorted mixture of absolute bliss and tremendous pain but his eyes were still open and fixed on Jason's. Moving closer still, even as Ryan completed his cum, Jason allowed his lips to meet those of his roommate -- and he kissed him. Ryan's twat suddenly relaxed and opened further still, allowing Jason to sink all the way to the base. He held the kiss while waiting for the pain to subside. Once the worst had passed, he allowed his lips to slip from Ryan's.

"I'm in, buddy," he whispered. "You're not a virgin anymore..."

"I guess not..." Ryan responded through his panting, forcing a smile.

"How're you doing? How does it feel?"

"It hurts," Ryan managed to say, a painful grimace etched on his face.

"I know, baby...I know. You're getting your pussy opened up. I can pull out if it's too much. Do you want me to stop?"

Ryan, still staring into Jason's eyes, nodded a vigorous "no".

"I'm gonna lie still, just like this, until you unclench your twat. Relax...focus on your breathing. You know I'm not trying to hurt you, right?"

"Yeah...I know."

"If I start moving while you're this tight it'll hurt like hell. Calm down and trust me..."

Jason held this position patiently for more than five minutes, all the while coaching his roommate through the initial pain. Eventually, he felt the clenched muscles in Ryan's ring soften and he pushed out, causing an incredible sensation for both of them.

"That's it, baby -- keep it up. You're almost ready for me to fuck you."

Ryan involuntarily began to make a subtle noise -- a cross between a quiet whimper and a moan of pleasure. He pushed outward again and felt his opening relax, as if it were trying to draw in even more cock. Jason pulled back very slightly -- so imperceptibly that the loose tube of his foreskin was able to accommodate the movement without causing any new friction against Ryan's pussy. Then he pushed back in.

"Ahhhhhh," Ryan groaned, biting his lip and pushing against the cock.

Jason withdrew his cock several inches and slowly plunged the massive girth back in. Ryan welcomed this thrust by grinding up with his cunt to meet it halfway. At that moment, something broke inside his mind, a wall fell, and he knew this was what he was put on this planet to experience. He was meant to be filled completely and as often as possible. So exquisite was this epiphany he began to squirm as he lay pinned beneath Jason, not out of pain but out of delight. The last reflexive, autonomic measures his body had been using to keep the invader out gave up the fight and the ring of muscle surrounding Jason's cock relaxed completely. He still felt over-stuffed, that wasn't likely to change soon, but the sharp, distracting pains associated with his rigidity disappeared, leaving him with only the joy of being fucked. His mouth fell open and his eyes took on a wild, animal-like expression. He was vocalizing continually now. When Jason withdrew and thrust inside again, he knew he was ready for more.

"Fuck me," he whispered passionately.

Jason smiled wickedly. It was done.

"What was that, baby?" he tormented his writhing roommate.

"Fuck me, Jason," he repeated breathlessly.

Jason withdrew, leaving only the head inside. He paused at the high point before rutting back into the relaxed hole. Though Ryan had just cum, he felt another one building. If they fucked much longer, he knew he'd shoot again. He reached for his cock but Jason gently removed his hand from the slimy shaft.

"Don't worry about your dick, Ryan. You'll cum -- three or four times probably before I'm finished - but not from jerking off. Let me fuck the cum outta you. Let me do that for you. Just focus on my cock in your pussy."

Ryan had never particularly enjoyed having his ass referred to as a cunt, pussy, or twat, but he had to admit, given what he was currently doing, the terms seemed appropriate. He consented to ignore his own dick and focus on his ass but this left him wondering what to do with his hands. During the next few penetrations they grasped at the bed linens but then moved to encircle Jason's torso. He'd never embraced Jason's body like this and it felt good. He ran his hands up and down his back, feeling the taut muscles anchored to the spine before exploring farther down, descending to Jason's ass. While allowing his cunt to be violated, he latched onto his top's meaty cheeks and began to pull his roommate into him, silently encouraging him to fuck faster. His need to cum increased another notch. He stared up at Jason and whispered...

"You're gonna make me cum again."

"I know, baby -- let it happen..."

"Jason?" he whimpered.

"Yeah, is something wrong?"

"Could you maybe -- uhmm, go a little faster?" Despite his pleasure, this experience was still new to him, and the request remained a bit embarrassing.

Jason increased the speed of his thrusts while watching closely for signs of discomfort -- there were none. Ryan's only reaction was to increase the rate and volume of his vocalizations dramatically. When Jason fucked harder still, his boy began to cum.

"FUCK -- I'm cumming, I'm cumming, keep going, please -- GOOODDDDDD -- keep going -- FUCCCKKKKKK!!!!" he cried repeatedly as Jason smiled in astonishment. In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined Ryan would take to being fucked with this much enthusiasm. Jason feared the regular, uncontrollable spasms of his anal ring caused by his orgasm would hurt, stretched as it was, but Ryan seemed to be in no pain at all. As his second cum subsided, Jason lowered himself completely, allowing his entire body to drape over his roommate's, creating a sticky sandwich with the spilt semen between them. His forehead rested on the pillows beside Ryan's ear.

"Ryan," he whispered. "Tell me what it feels like."

"Oh god...it's incredible. I've never felt anything like this. I never thought I'd enjoy it -- but this -- shit, this...is...FUCK!!!" he muttered incoherently as Jason continued to gently rock back and forth inside him.

"I'm proud of you, baby -- do you know why?"

"No...Why?"

"Andrew told me what happened last week." Ryan moaned anxiously, not knowing where this was going. "I knew he'd try something. He denied it at first but I dragged it out of him. He told me how he tried to fuck you, how he almost thought you'd let him -- but then you fucking kicked him off the bed. I laugh every time I think about it."

Ryan winced at the memory.

"He's really pissed, isn't he?" asked Ryan as Jason sank deep, grinding his hips into his roommate, opening him from a somewhat different angle, flexing the thick cock inside.

"Yeah, he's pissed -- but that's not my point. I know how bad you wanted this -- a hard cock inside you. Why didn't you let him fuck you?"

"You told me not to...you even left a note."

"I don't think that's the reason, baby," he said as he began to lick the outside of Ryan's ear, his hot breath entering the canal. "You've disobeyed me before when you get horny enough -- and you could've gotten away with it. I'd have never even known. But you didn't -- why?"

"You wanted to be the first..."

"True...but it's still not the reason. Think about and be honest -- tell me -- why didn't you let Andrew take your cherry last week?"

It was odd given Ryan's complete physical submission that speaking these words would still be so difficult. He felt Jason raise his hips, withdrawing his cock until even the head slipped out. He moaned at the vacant feeling its absence left. The cockhead prodded the open hole and prepared for another thrust. As he was filled again, the truth spilled out of his mouth.

"I -- I wanted you to be the first...oh, fuck Jason -- I wanted it to be you. I wanted you to be the first one inside me..."

Ryan's cock throbbed untouched from his confession. He wondered how many times he was going to cum tonight while pinned beneath his roommate.

"Oh, baby - see how much better you feel when you tell the truth?"

"Jason?"

"...Yeah?"

"Are you gonna cum in me?"

"Do you want me to cum in you?" Jason lifted his head so he could watch Ryan's face as he answered.

"I do -- I wanna know what it feels like."

That was good enough for Jason. Now that he felt it unlikely he'd inadvertently hurt Ryan, he began to fuck more quickly and with far greater passion than before. This time the orgasm he was trying to cause was his own.

"If you want me to cum in your pussy, you gotta tell me how bad you need it...and don't stop until I give it to you."

Ryan's mouth began to expel a frenzy of lewd, foul language -- constantly goading his roommate into blowing inside his hole. The longer Jason fucked him, the nastier the commentary became and by the time Jason was close, Ryan felt like a complete degenerate, worse than any porn slut he'd ever seen. Jason was so thankful he'd bought a video camera.

"Cum in my pussy, Jason," he whispered shamefully. "Fuck my cunt and blow your thick, nasty load inside me..."

Jason went into overdrive upon hearing Ryan refer to himself that way and watched his eyes open wide as he was pummeled hard, his prostate banged time after time, faster than he'd felt before.

"I'm gonna shoot, bitch -- open that hole and take it."

Jason began to sweat profusely, the drops flying not only onto Ryan and the bed sheets, but also scattering onto the floor nearby. Both guys approached the edge simultaneously. Jason took one of his large, strong hands and grabbed his obedient boy's chin roughly, the index finger inching inside his mouth, temporarily silencing him and forcing him to look up.

"This is your pussy's first load, baby. I want you looking at me when I give it to you."

The forceful nature of Jason's grip and the sheer power he demonstrated while fucking was too much for the poor boy to take and he began to spasm again, his third time tonight. He was about to cum while being bred.

Jason's mouth opened and the loudest, most fervent, animalistic howl Ryan had ever heard left his mouth as he continued to pound. At the height of the roar, Ryan felt the substantial tool inside him contracting rhythmically, followed by a sudden wave of wetness that lubricated his channel. The ejected semen felt white hot as it filled the cramped space quickly. Ryan's asshole spasmed and he sensed that fluid was seeping out of him. Unexpectedly, a splash of cum hit Ryan in the eye and he realized it was his own. Jason couldn't help but be impressed and wondered how many loads he could fuck out of him.

Coming down from their mutual orgasmic highs, Jason collapsed completely onto his roommate, leaving his cock buried deep, only occasionally rutting it around, amply lubricated by his spent cocksnot. Ryan spread his legs further as a result of the additional weight pressing down on him and reached back to push Jason's ass forward.

"More..." he whispered.

"You've had enough for one night -- you'll be sore as it is."

"I don't care..."

Jason softly stroked his roommate's hair and found it soaked in sweat. He'd certainly not intended to feel this way about the young man underneath him but after taking his virginity he couldn't help it -- he felt protective, almost like a guardian.

"Well, I care..." he answered.

He gently rolled off his roommate, carefully extracting his cock. Ryan felt the flood of pent up juice pour from his cunt and his mind went back to the videos he'd seen earlier, understanding now why those bottoms acted the way they did. Both guys knew they needed to change the sheets but they were exhausted and neither could be bothered with the effort. Instead, Jason collapsed beside his roommate, still breathing heavily, and wrapped his arm around Ryan's waist.

"Goodnight, Jason," Ryan whispered as he became lost in the sweet release of sleep. He imagined, as he drifted deeper, hearing Jason's comforting voice speaking to him. Exhausted and already half asleep, he couldn't make out the words, but the sound alone, uncommonly tender, was enough to send him dreaming...

INTERLUDE - COMING TO TERMS -- SATURDAY, MAY 23rd 2009

Ryan awoke unusually anxious and rose to start the coffee, recalling the prior evening, pangs of guilt gnawing at him. He was no longer a virgin and his roommate had been the one to take it. He couldn't believe some of the things he'd said, the way he'd acted. His agitation was reaching critical mass when Jason wandered into the kitchen, still completely nude, his hefty, uncut meat swinging between his legs. Ryan ignored his presence even as a strong arm encircled his waist and drew him close, beard stubble grazing his neck.

"Morning," Jason drawled slowly, using his most seductive voice.

He was surprised when Ryan struggled, resisting his advances.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jason asked, taken aback by the sudden opposition.

"Nothing's wrong -- I made coffee. Do you want some?" Ryan asked curtly, trying to deflect and change the subject. Jason shot him a look indicating both annoyance and bewilderment over his strange behavior.

"Sure. I'll be in the living room. When you bring it to me you'd better have an explanation for what you just did."

As Ryan prepared his roommate's coffee he tried to sort through his feelings. He had undoubtedly enjoyed getting fucked. Still, in the light of day, sober and no longer horny, he felt regret. After delivering the steaming cup to Jason, he sat, not on the sofa beside him, but in a nearby chair.

"So, what's up with you this morning? Does your ass hurt?" Jason asked with a playful, disarming smile.

"No!" he spat venomously, causing Jason to scowl menacingly.

"Watch your tone, Ryan! I know you feel bad about what we did last night, but I won't let you speak to me like that. Get over it."

Jason was being patient - such an outburst could have easily resulting in a spanking, but it didn't. Ryan realized he needed to be more diplomatic if they were going to have this discussion.

"I'm sorry, Jason. It's just -- well, I never used to think about guys like this. And I certainly didn't think I'd ever let one fuck me. But now..."

His sentence fell apart, trailing off to nothingness when he decided he'd rather not complete his train of thought.

"But now it's all you think about," Jason finished for him. "Am I right?"

"Yes," he admitted honestly.

Jason chuckled as he enjoyed another sip of coffee.

"Don't laugh -- this is serious."

"Look, Ryan -- you enjoyed yourself and so did I. Personally, I don't see the problem. I had sex with a man last night too. Do you think I should feel guilty?"

"No..."

"Then why should you? You had a good time, didn't you?"

"Yeah..." he admitted awkwardly.

"Fuck yeah, you did! You shot three times, dude! And unless I'm wrong, you'll wanna do it again. You're getting hard just from talking about it. Admit it - you want me to fuck you again, right?"

"Well, not right this minute," he answered with amusing sarcasm.

Jason laughed at the humor -- and after a moment, so did Ryan, the tension in the room gradually dissipating.

"So what's the big fucking deal, dude?" Jason continued. "You should be thanking me for helping you figure it out. Come sit with me, Ryan. I don't like you being so far away."

Ryan rose bashfully, moving to the cushions beside Jason on the sofa.

"You know," Jason said once Ryan had settled. "I tried really hard to make your first time special."

Ryan forced a smile as he looked up at his roommate.

"I know you did..."

"Once you get used to it, I can fuck you the way I want to. You'll like it, dude -- mean, hard, and raging."

Jason couldn't stifle his laughter when Ryan's cock swelled to attention, his foreskin peeling back as it reached its full size, pulsing from his crotch.

"You were almost too gentle last night. After the first twenty minutes I could've taken it rougher," Ryan commented -- not comprehending the potential power in his roommate's hips. Jason laughed derisively.

"Dude, no -- no, you couldn't. The only reason you're able to sit this morning is because I went easy on you. Maybe next weekend you'll be ready for the guys."

Ryan had forgotten about his promised gangbang.

"Are we still gonna do that?"

"I'll leave it up to you. I doubt they'll be gentle. If you're looking for a hard fuck, I'm sure Andrew can give it to you. He's still mad at you, remember?"

A pearl of gooey precum emerged from Ryan's cocktip. Jason noticed.

"Oh, you like that idea, huh? Just think about it -- your pussy getting pounded all night by three drunken guys, filling you with cum. Your ass will be dripping for days, baby."

Ryan's body jerked involuntarily and a hushed moan escaped his lips before he thought to stop it. The sudden motion prompted an additional bead of precum to escape his cock, the combined drops oozing down the shaft.

"Calm down, Ryan. You look like you're gonna cum," Jason admonished.

"No, I'm OK -- I'm not that close, just excited. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. I'm a little jealous. You shot three times last night. Have you always been able to do that?"

"No, that's new. I think it's because I'm not touching it when I cum."

"Why would that make a difference?" Jason asked, genuinely curious.

"It's kinda hard to explain -- imagine a switch in your brain labeled `Orgasm Achieved -- Initiate Shutdown'. When I cum without touching my dick, for some reason the switch doesn't get flipped -- it's like my mind doesn't get the message. Instead of feeling like I'm finished, my body keeps going like it never happened."

"Damn, Ryan -- that's fucking hot! And the power of knowing I can fuck it outta you, that's even hotter. I wonder how many times you'll cum while the guys are pounding your twat."

Ryan's body contracted again and he sucked in his breath, amazed that nothing more than a casual conversation over a cup of coffee could get him so on edge. Jason tweaked one of his nipples.

"Oh god -- don't do that -- I'll cum..." he moaned. Jason placed his nearly empty cup on the table.

"You know, if you're actually gonna let the guys fuck you next weekend, you should get in a little more practice."

Ryan's eyes shot up, his mouth open. There was a hopeful look on his face. Lowering his gaze, he noticed Jason was hard as well.

"We'll need lube..." Ryan pointed out.

"I've got an idea. Here, straddle my lap," Jason commanded.

Without a second thought, Ryan eagerly slung one leg over his roommate's pelvis, pivoting as he did to face him.

"Finger your hole until you cum. Don't touch your dick -- I wanna test your theory."

Ryan inserted a finger into his tender asshole, using his other hand to massage his outer ring. It didn't take long -- he was ready to explode in less than a minute. He felt like an exhibitionist, squatting lewdly over his roommate's lap, playing with his cunt until he drove himself over the edge. Sensing ejaculation was inevitable, Jason used a single finger to angle Ryan's cock downward, aiming it at his own dick as his boy obediently sprayed a massive morning load on the large, uncut organ.

While Ryan shuddered through his orgasm, Jason worked the spilt cum into a frothy, white foam, coating his dick with the slippery semen. Pulling Ryan closer, he positioned his cock at the entrance and popped the head inside.

"OK, baby -- sit!"

Ryan exhaled slowly as he impaled himself on the jizz-sloppy pole. It took several minutes of half-starts and repeated attempts but eventually he relaxed enough ease it all inside. Moving his hands to his roommate's shoulders, he rose a few inches and slid back down. Jason was pleased -- yet again, he'd underestimated Ryan's need for, and ability to take cock.

"Damn, that's good, Ryan. Make yourself cum again. I wanna see you nut while you're riding me..."

Ryan's earlier statement proved enormously accurate -- from the way he fucked himself, no one would've guessed he'd cum just a few minutes earlier. Jason struggled to hold back his own orgasm, wanting to see if his roommate could actually do it. In the end, it took thirteen minutes, their cocks exploding simultaneously. The first discharge of Ryan's juice hit Jason on the chin, the slimy curds hanging nastily before slipping onto his chest. The boy continued to ride, oblivious to everything but his own heat, as he worked both of them through their climaxes. The additional lubricant supplied by Jason's cum reduced friction significantly and he continued to bounce until Jason, his cock suddenly sensitive, placed a hand on Ryan's shoulder to stop him.

"Whoa there, bitch - I need a break. You may be a sperm factory but I'm not. It'll take me at least thirty minutes." Ryan stopped, exhausted, and leaned into Jason, resting his head on his shoulder. "Come on, hop off -- we'll take a shower and then I'll fuck another load outta you..."

After the shower Jason offered to go pick up something to eat, telling Ryan to change the sheets while he was gone. While cleaning up last night's mess, he noticed the video camera, still perched near the television. Curious, he rewound the footage to the watch Jason shoot inside him. Though he hadn't been sure about recording his virgin fuck, he was suddenly glad Jason had demanded it - the footage was hotter than anything he'd seen online. As he watched, he realized the camera had kept recording after the sex -- they'd forgotten to turn it off. He was about to hit the stop button when he heard Jason's voice on the recording...he didn't remember this part. The voice was compassionate and tender, if he didn't know Jason so well, he'd almost say vulnerable.

"I know you're almost asleep, Ryan...if you were awake, I'm not sure I could say this. I just wanted you to know - shit, I've never been very good at this kinda thing -- nobody in my family is. Maybe one day I'll be able to tell you how much..."

On the tape at that moment, Ryan started to snore, interrupting Jason and causing him to laugh. He reached out and quietly stroked Ryan's hair before briefly continuing...

"OK, I'll shut up. I'm gonna miss it if you stop sleeping in here next month...I wish you knew...sleep tight..."

Ryan stopped the video playback, his mouth hanging open in shock. Andrew had been right -- Jason did harbor those feelings, though it was clear he didn't realize he was being recorded. June would be here in just over a week, and Ryan knew he'd need to sort through his own emotions before then. He had only begun to analyze his options when he heard Jason return with their lunch...

GAME NIGHT REVISITED -- GANGBANG -- FRIDAY, MAY 29th 2009

Over the remainder of the weekend, Jason and Ryan discussed the option of proceeding with the planned game night gangbang. Earlier in the month, he'd made a promise of sorts to Matt - if he discovered he enjoyed getting fucked he'd let the guys have a shot at him. Since he unmistakably enjoyed it, Jason encouraged him to make good on his word but did not force the issue, leaving the final decision to Ryan.

Truth be told, Jason was torn. The idea of parading his cock slut in front of his buddies appealed to him -- he boned up every time he thought about it. But on the other hand, he wasn't sure how he felt about letting other guys "touch his stuff" - though there was more to it than simple territoriality. "What the hell," he reminded himself. "After this, I'll have him all to myself. I should let him have some fun." Andrew was still nursing a grudge against the boy for rejecting his advances but Ryan knew he could take it, even if it got a little rough. After all, he'd learned to take Jason's cock without difficulty even as their fucking became more aggressive. Since Andrew's dick was shorter and considerably less thick, he shouldn't have a problem. By Monday evening, he consented to proceed with the party.

As was tradition, the night was set for Friday. Ryan took the day off from school, emailing his professors to tell them he was sick. Jason stayed home as well, casually fucking his boy a few times but refusing to let him cum in order to assure he was in a heightened state of sexual need before the guys even arrived. Jason wanted his friends to see Ryan explode as soon as the first cock disappeared up his ass.

When the doorbell rang at 9:35, Jason welcomed his quests as Ryan prepared for tonight's activities, making certain he was pre-lubricated and ready to play. He now held no doubts about tonight -- he knew he wanted this. He'd made great progress this week in overcoming his reservations. In fact, he'd have been disappointed if the plans fell through. He joined the others in the living room, already nude with a pounding erection, a condition he'd grown comfortable with. Sitting on the floor by Jason's enormous, size-thirteen feet, he began to massage them affectionately as the others spoke, waiting to speak until he was asked a question, per Jason's instructions.

"So guys, when we wanna do this?" Andrew asked, finally broaching the topic after they'd burned through a couple of bowls. The others laughed at his apparent enthusiasm.

"Can't wait, can you?" asked Jason.

"I've been looking forward to this. I owe your boy grudge fuck."

Jason, having spent considerable energy planning for the evening, began to explain how he thought they should proceed.

"I've been thinking. Since tonight's our regular game night, we should play games, goddamnit! I've decided to put up three hundred dollars in prize money that we can divide between the various games. But I'll need your help because I've only come up with one competition so far."

"What's that?" asked Tommy.

"Well, I told you about the way he cums while getting fucked. You'll each guess how many times he'll shoot tonight - closest to the actual number without going over wins. I won't be playing, of course."

"Fine by me," Andrew stated while nodding his head approvingly. "But you're right; we need more than one game. I'd say at least three -- a hundred dollars per game. So what else could we do?"

"I've got a question," interrupted Tommy. "I should've asked this before now, but do we have to wear rubbers? I didn't bring any..."

"No, you don't need `em," answered Jason casually.

"So, uhmm, we'll be pulling out before we shoot? I just wanna understand the rules," Tommy asked awkwardly. Normally as unflappable as Andrew and Jason, he seemed unusually self-conscious to be asking the question.

"No, you fucking idiot!" cried Andrew in disbelief. "You just nut inside him, dude."

"Ryan, look at me," demanded Matt, drawing the young man's attention away from Jason's feet. "Is that true? You really want us to cum up your ass?"

"I always assumed you would..."

"You gotta pay attention, dude!" Matt said harshly. "That's not what I asked -- do you WANT us to?"

Ryan bit his lower lip, knowing the truth but still uncomfortable with speaking the words out loud.

"Yeah, I kinda do," he answered.

Matt leaned forward on the sofa, clearly enjoying the power he felt over Jason's toy, and demanded more.

"You `kinda do' what?" he asked, wanting specifics.

Ryan paused momentarily. He was about to admit to something he couldn't take back later. He'd never be the same after this, not in his own eyes, nor the eyes of anyone else in the room.

"I want you to cum in ass, Matt. All of you -- that's what I want..."

The room fell silent upon hearing these cum-hungry words. Ryan abruptly felt as though he were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

"S-W-E-E-T," Tommy said slowly, nodding his head, happy to hear the news. "Hey, how's this for a game then? The guy who can nut the most wins -- but no jerking off or facials allowed -- cream pies only."

"Jason's got a movie that's kinda like that -- it's hot as fuck," Andrew added. "I'm OK with it if everyone else is."

The guys looked at each other and agreed.

"Fine," started Jason. "That's two games -- anybody have another?"

A moment of quiet ensued as the guys thought over the possibilities, forced to dig deep into the most hidden, dark recesses of their perverse minds. Matt finally had a suggestion.

"If he can cum as many times as Jason claims, how about we keep track of who's fucking him each time he shoots? The person who works the most loads out of him wins..."

Listening to this laid-back discussion of his unusual sexual abilities had Ryan ready to cum now, especially as he played with Jason's feet. It required considerable effort not to blast while sitting on the floor. Though he managed to hold back, his cock was dripping constantly now, the beads of precum being absorbed into the carpet beneath his balls.

"Now that is an excellent idea," agreed Jason. "Don't you think so, Ryan?" He playfully tousled his roommate's blond hair while asking his opinion.

"I just need to cum. Any game where I get to shoot is good."

Everyone laughed at the boy's unusual candor, perhaps not realizing how serious he was. Given the intensity of his need to orgasm, Ryan decided to express it more bluntly. Though he'd been advised not to speak unless spoken to, he couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

"Really guys, we need to start soon or I'm gonna cum..."

Jason nudged him with his foot, his big toe poking between two ribs. It was a subtle gesture meant to indicate he'd overstepped his bounds.

"Hold your horses, Ryan -- and don't talk to these guys like that. We'll start when we're good and damn ready and you will not cum until then. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Ryan winced at the reprimand, his cock throbbing painfully. It expelled another large wad of pre-seminal goo that oozed down the trembling shaft.

"Yeah, I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Anyway," Jason continued. "We still need to decide who goes first..."

"Why does that matter?" asked Matt.

"The first guy is guaranteed to fuck a load out of him. Going first would be an advantage," explained Jason.

"Let's just roll dice or draw cards -- I don't care. Let's get moving," said Andrew impatiently.

"Ryan, bring the cards and let the guys pick one," instructed Jason. "High card goes first, next highest goes second. Agreed?"

The oversexed roommate shamefully stood, his dick poised to explode any second, swinging obscenely and dripping juice in his wake. He retrieved the cards and offered the deck to Andrew first, who drew a king. Tommy got an eight and Matt ended up with a five.

"It looks like I win, little buddy," said Andrew, the words "little buddy" sounding paradoxically menacing.

"OK, how many times do you think he'll shoot, Matt?" asked Jason.

"Uh...four..." he guessed.

"He's not gonna nut four times, Matt," interjected Tommy. "Jason's full of shit! My bet is two..."

"Dude, I spent the night with him a couple weeks ago. I bet we get seven loads out of him - easy," predicted Andrew. The other two players rolled their eyes at his optimistic assessment.

"We're all set then," noted Jason, the preliminaries finally complete. "Let's take him to the weight room..."

The guys escorted Ryan to what used to be his room, laying him on his back across the weight bench and securing his arms to the barbell support beams. Jason prepared the camera to record his roommate's multi-fuck while the others quickly stripped down. Andrew, having already won the privilege of going first, was already boned and primed to pound.

He positioned his cock at Ryan's eager twat and snapped his hips forward viciously, showing no mercy, sinking to the balls on the first thrust. After having been denied for days, teased endlessly, Ryan knew he wouldn't last long, even in the face of a rough, gut-punching fuck. Andrew backed out for a second push and that was all it took. Ryan's body could not contain his pent up jizz and the muscles governing ejaculation expelled it violently from his body, the first slimy stream clearing his head and splashing onto the exercise mats. A loud round of applause broke out from the onlookers, impressed by this display of raw sexual heat. Andrew could not contain his satisfaction.

"Fucked the jizz right outta you didn't I, boy? You could've had this cock two weeks ago if you hadn't acted like such a cunt. Just because you shot don't mean I'm finished. Payback's a bitch, dude!"

"For the record, that's cumshot number one," noted Jason, more for video narration than anything else -- no one in the room could possibly have missed the explosive orgasm. He was pleased beyond words at his boy's ability to perform.

Andrew went into overdrive, pounding with the clear intent of making Ryan uncomfortable. Jason watched for signs of significant discomfort, ready to reign in Andrew or even stop him if it became necessary to protect his boy. Instead of pain, a look of sexual exhilaration washed over his features as he became lost in the exquisite feeling of being filled.

"Damn, look at him guys! He's enjoying this," observed Tommy.

"I told you!" said Jason proudly. "The fucker loves getting dicked!"

The hard, slamming fuck was affecting the others as well. Both Tommy and Matt were growing more erect by the second, especially when Ryan began making small, whimpering noises. His need had been unabated by the recent hands free orgasm and Andrew was pushing all the right buttons.

"That's right, bitch!" Andrew cried, staring malevolently into Ryan's eyes and increasing the force of his fucking yet again. "You love this fucking cock. Say it -- say it now! Tell us how much you like it..."

Ryan, who had been uncharacteristically silent save for his moaning, looked at Jason for confirmation before complying with the demand.

"Go ahead, Ryan," prompted Jason. "You knew this was coming. You can't stay quiet all night. Go on and tell him..."

"Oh fuck, Andrew -- your cock feels so good. Please fuck me. God, I can't wait to feel you cum in my hole."

As if on cue, Andrew's nuts rose in his sack. Knowing he wouldn't last much longer at this intensity, he slowed briefly and issued a silent signal to Jason, who knelt between his legs with the camera. After the auto-focus adjusted, the device caught a marvelous shot of his best friend's cock buried inside his roommate's slippery twat. Andrew looked up to the monitor, thrilled by how powerful his cock appeared from this angle.

"Hey, cunt," he said sadistically. "Look at the television..."

Ryan grunted as he saw Andrew's cock plunge inside brutally before delivering a series of ultra-fast, stabbing thrusts. This time he had no intention of slowing down.

"Fuck guys -- I'm getting close. Goddamnit! Fuck...here it cums!!!!"

Rather than remain motionless as he shot, Andrew continued to fuck throughout his orgasm. His hot, slippery cocksnot filled the cunt but quickly spilled due to the constant churning. Ryan saw the droplets of spent semen running down the pistoning cock, coating the edges of his anal ring. It flew off in all directions as he was plowed with a passion that sent him over the edge as well. A large, nasty wad of his own semen hit him in the face.

"F-U-C-K," whispered Matt in amazement at the debauchery being displayed before him. "I can't believe he just shot again..."

"Tommy and Matt," laughed Andrew. "Take that, you bitches! You'll need him to nut twice just to break even!" Suddenly exhausted, he allowed his cock to slip from Ryan's hole. The lips of his anal muscle gaped open and a thick ooze of white slipped from inside.

"OK," started Jason, still serving as tonight's videographer and score-keeper. "Ryan's cum two times -- and both will be credited to Andrew. Plus, Andrew scored a load of his own. You ready, Tommy?"

"Shit, get the hell outta my way, Andrew..." said Tommy, pushing his buddy from between Ryan's legs and plowing straight inside the trembling boy, his cock slipping easily through the cum slicked entrance.

"Fuck," moaned Ryan as he felt himself being violated by a second dick.

Tommy wasn't interested in Ryan's pleasure and after everything he'd just witnessed, fucked the same way he like to get sucked -- rough, fast, with the goal of shooting as quickly as possible. Jason noticed his determination.

"Whoa there, dude -- don't hurt him," Jason advised. "Besides we're trying to see how many times he can shoot, too..."

"Not me," Tommy replied, while picking up speed. "I only bet he'd cum twice and he already has -- I don't WANT him to shoot again..."

"You could still try to get the most loads out of him," Matt pointed out.

"With the lead Andrew's already got, no way. My only chance is to shoot the more than anybody else," Tommy responded. He suddenly screwed his face into a painful looking scowl. "And here comes my first one...FUCK!!!"

Unlike Andrew, Tommy pushed deep and held still as he unloaded. Ryan felt the stationary cock spasm inside his guts as it emptied. The additional hot fluid felt amazing but he wasn't close enough to cum again, even as he saw the monitor and the rush of white spooge dripping from his hole.

"Goddamn! That felt good," Tommy panted as he wiped his brow.

"You're up, Matt," noted Jason.

"I can't believe I'm about to do this," he said stoically, more to himself than any of the others. He positioned his uncut meat at Ryan's wet entrance and pushed, sinking more slowly than either Andrew or Tommy.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned as his cock bottomed out. "This feels a lot better than I thought it would."

"I told you, man," answered Jason.

"He's so fucking wet! Shit, how much cum did you guys pound up there?"

Matt was in no hurry. Rather than a quick rut, he settled into a nice, slow plunge-withdraw cycle, amazed and incredibly aroused by the way Ryan's ass lips gripped his prick, clinging to the shaft slightly each time he withdrew, as if they didn't want to release him.

"You gonna fuck him or make love to him?" asked Andrew sarcastically.

"I was wondering the same thing," said Tommy.

"Hey, gimme a break -- I like it slower and I wanna enjoy this."

"Fine by me," answered Tommy. "I need to recharge anyway. Andrew, you wanna go have a smoke?"

"Sure," he responded. "You'll keep score while we'll gone, right Jason?"

"Oh, yeah," he answered. "Go on and get your smoke. Andrew, you know where I keep the porn if you and Tommy wanna watch some. Help yourself."

As Andrew and Tommy left for a cigarette, Matt settled into a slow, gentle rocking fuck. His cock, which was smaller than the others, felt extremely nice to Ryan, almost soothing. He knew he'd be able to shoot again if Matt kept up this pleasant pace. He allowed himself to grunt and moan, expressing the acute bliss he was experiencing.

"He really does like this, doesn't he, Jason?"

"Yeah, if you keep that up, you'll make him cum again."

"How does he do that?"

"He tried to explain it to me. It has something to do with shooting without anything touching his dick -- he says the part of his brain that tells his body to stand down doesn't get the message that he's already cum."

"So, if he was to shoot normally -- you know, while his dick his being stimulated -- he'll stop cumming?"

"Not completely, but it'll take a lot longer. He won't be able to unload every ten minutes."

Suddenly, Ryan spoke.

"Guys, I'm right here...do you have to talk like I'm not even in the room?"

Both Jason and Matt were silent for moment.

"Be glad Andrew didn't hear you say that," Jason stated. "We talked about this -- tonight your only job is to take cock. You don't need to speak unless we ask you a question or you wanna say something slutty..."

"Fuck, Jason -- you totally own him," Matt said as he slowly sank to the base again, unable to grasp Jason's ability to dominate his roommate.

"Yeah, but we both like the arrangement. I wouldn't have made him do this if he didn't want to and he knows that..."

Less than a minute later, Matt got a wickedly clever idea.

"So, Ryan -- while Andrew and Tommy are gone -- tell me how to make you cum," asked Matt.

"You're doing a pretty good job already..."

"I know you like it, but what can I do to guarantee I get a nut outta you? Or is that cheating, Jason?"

"If the others had cared enough to ask, I'd of let `em...but they didn't," he answered. "Go ahead and tell him what you want, Ryan."

After a moment to think, Ryan offered some advice.

"Well, if you'd angle your dick up a little more, that usually helps."

"Like this?" he asked, while repositioning his hips to thrust inward at steeper angle.

Ryan's eyes widened as he groaned and pulled at his restraints.

"OH FUCK!!! YEAH, just like that. Keep going, Matt. Please, I'm close..."

"Really, just from a different angle?" he asked, more to Jason than Ryan.

"Yeah, there's a bit more skill involved in this than you'd think. It's wasted on the other two," explained Jason.

"Go ahead and cum, Ryan," Matt prompted, giving him another slow poke to the prostate.

"Oh god -- fuck, shit -- I'm cumming -- I'm cumming!!!!"

His cock throbbed untouched from his messy crotch and dumped his third load of the evening. The volume was less than his prior ejaculations but from the noises he was making, as well as his facial expressions, Matt knew it still felt damn good.

"Nice, Ryan -- how long will it take to get another one outta you? I'm getting close myself but I really wanna beat Andrew. You don't want that piece of shit to be the one that fucks the most cum outta you, do you?"

"If you keep hitting that same spot, I can probably shoot again in seven or eight minutes..."

"Alright, then -- let's go..." he responded as Jason smiled in approval, happy that Ryan's needs were being attended to.

Matt was determined to bring Ryan off again before allowing himself to orgasm. He slowed the pace of his fucking further, angling his hips as Ryan requested, and learned from the boy's facial expressions where the mysterious internal spot was located. Eventually, he honed in on the site precisely and knew exactly how to reach it. Armed with that knowledge, he began to pummel it repeatedly, massaging Ryan to the edge from inside. Ryan's prediction was only off by a few minutes -- he reached his forth cum in just over ten minutes. There were barely three short volleys of fluid this time and the semen was thicker. Jason knew they were getting down to the last dregs of his stored fluid.

"Fuck! The way he clamps down when he cums feels really good around your dick," Matt observed.

"Don't it though!" Jason agreed enthusiastically. "It's incredible the way it massages you."

Just then, Tommy and Andrew re-entered the room.

"Damn, Matt! Haven't you cum yet?" asked Andrew.

"Shut up, Andrew!" answered Matt. "I've already fucked two loads out of him while you were gone and I'm gonna top you by one before I finish."

Tommy and Andrew looked at them in shock.

"Is that true, Jason?" asked Tommy.

"Yep, it seems Ryan has taken a shine to our boy Matt here."

Despite his desire to work another load out of Ryan, Matt was getting close and knew he couldn't hold back much longer. Additionally, now that he had an audience, he felt like showing off a little. He increased the speed of his fucking, all while his cockhead rubbed incessantly over Ryan's prostate, keeping him horny and on the edge of another orgasm. As Matt passed the point of inevitability, he threw his fuck into over-drive and did something surprising. He grabbed Ryan's dick and jerked it hard, matching the strokes to the exact rhythm of his plunges. Both of them shot simultaneously.

As Ryan's hole filled with semen once more, his own cock released the last remnants of his sperm. Since his dick was being stroked to orgasm instead of flailing about helplessly, Matt had guaranteed he wouldn't be able to nut again for some time -- hopefully not until it was his turn again.

"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Tommy angrily.

"Yeah, you can't do that!" added Andrew.

"I never heard anybody say we couldn't touch his dick. He can't - but nobody said we couldn't. Am I right, Jason?"

"He's right guys -- we never said. I have to count it," Jason ruled.

As Matt pulled his cum-sloppy dick from Ryan's hole, Jason summarized the results so far.

"OK, he's cum five times now -- so Tommy you're out of the running since you only bet two. Andrew's made him cum twice but Matt's ahead by one. You're all even on the number of times you've creamed inside him. Andrew, are you ready for round two?"

"Hell yeah, but can we move him? The bench was a good idea but the height is all wrong. I have to squat and it's making my quads sore."

"Crybaby," mocked Tommy.

"I suppose we could put him on the exercise mats," suggested Jason. Then, to Ryan, he added "If I untie your hands, you'll keep them off your dick, right?"

"I promise, Jason. It would be nice to get off this bench..."

After removing the ties that bound him, Jason helped his submissive boy to the floor and Andrew wasted no time in plowing back into him. Thanks to Matt, Ryan wasn't going to cum again for some time -- thirty to forty minutes at least. Expecting another quick nut from this evening's slut, Andrew fucked far too fast and had his second orgasm without as much as a peep from Ryan. In fact, when he pulled out, the boy wasn't even completely hard.

"Are you sure he's up for this?" asked Tommy when he noticed Ryan's cock.

"Ask him," said Jason.

"Do you want me to fuck you again, Ryan? I was planning on it but if you're getting sore or something, I'll understand..."

"No, I want you to fuck me -- please, go ahead. I've just cum so much already -- that's why I'm not hard..."

Tommy didn't need more prompting. His second fuck wasn't as rough as his first and by the time he was ready to blow again, Ryan's cock was showing signs of returning to life. But as spent as he was after Matt's trick, he was still not close to emptying his balls again, even as Tommy threw a second nasty load up his pussy.

This changed, however, when Matt re-mounted him. His previous experience had taught him exactly where to poke with the greatest efficiency. With this new stimulus, as well as the passage of time, Matt was able to fuck another, albeit much smaller, load from Ryan's sore balls before emptying into his guts.

By the end of the evening, Ryan had been fucked for over three hours and was limp with exhaustion, his cunt barely able to close anymore. He'd cum eight times during this marathon gangbang, making Andrew the winner of one hundred dollars for his fairly accurate guess. Matt was responsible for six of those orgasms. After he'd learned the trick to making the boy cum, no one else stood a chance. He earned a hundred for that as well as another for edging out Andrew by a single cream-pie. Unfortunately, it just wasn't Tommy's night, and he went home with nothing more than the satisfaction of having shot three loads inside the fucked out boy lying in a heap before them.

Once the games were finished, Jason brought Ryan some water as well as a small plug he'd purchased for this evening. He ordered Ryan to insert the soft, tiny latex device to keep the injected spooge from leaking out just yet. As the guys got dressed, Andrew asked Jason a question.

"So what's going on with you two now? Is he like your boyfriend or something?"

There was a fleeting awkward instant as Jason thought about how he wanted to respond. He looked affectionately at his worn-out roommate before answering.

"Yeah, he is," Jason stated bluntly.

The others paused, shocked by the barefaced admission, and even Ryan raised his head to look at the man he'd come to respect and admire so much over the past month. When no one spoke, Jason added...

"Does anyone here have a problem with that?"

"No," said Tommy cautiously. "It's just...well, it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Yeah," added Andrew. "I knew there was something going on, but it feels weird to hear you say it out loud."

"Are you sure he's OK with it?" asked Matt, nodding his head towards Ryan.

Jason noticed his roommate staring at him adoringly.

"Yeah, I think so. But you guys need to get the hell outta here so we can be alone..."

Ten minutes later, immediately after the door shut and the deadbolt turned, Jason helped Ryan to the soft, comfortable bed. Lifting and spreading his legs tenderly, he removed the small plug and placed the head of his cock at the slimy entrance. Knowing he was sore, he went exceptionally slow, making certain not to cause his boy any necessary pain.

Once fully enveloped by the warm, wet ass, he leaned into Ryan, draping him with his entire body -- and kissed him deeply.

"How do you feel about being called my boyfriend?" he whispered warmly as he eased his cock leisurely out and began a slow, comfortable rocking fuck.

Ryan looked into Jason's dark eyes. Despite everything that had happened, the bizarre, unconventional circumstances that set this relationship in motion, he knew at once he loved the man who was inside him. He started to cry. Jason misunderstood the reaction.

"You don't feel the same way, do you?" he asked as he began to withdraw his cock. "After the way this all started, I can't say that I blame you."

"What?" Ryan asked between sobs. "Of course I do, couldn't you tell? I'm just surprised. I didn't think I'd ever hear you say it..."

Jason smiled and his hips moved forward, filling his boy once more. As Ryan came for the ninth time that night, it was his boyfriend who pulled it out of him...

THE END

AUTHORS NOTES -- SPOILER ALERT

Thank you for reading! First, let me say how much I enjoyed writing this story. Most of my posts involve the evolution of the bottom throughout the narrative but the dominate partner is essentially the same person at the beginning as he is at the end. This was an amazing journey to flesh out and mold both partners, showing how their developing relationship changed each of them during the month. I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for all your emails of support. I save every one of them...

OTHER STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR ON NIFTY

All of these posts may be found under the authoritarian section of the Nifty archive. You may need to check in the "index of stories prior to..." pages to find them all. Just use your browsers find function to search for keywords in the title. If you have problems locating them, let me know via email at RickyF@triad.rr.com.

"Manipulated" -- Completed -- Full text in archive. "Brian's Visit" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Fresh Out Of Training" - Completed - Full text in archive. "Teaching Daniel" - Everything but the last chapter is posted. "Camping With Joey" - Chapter one only.