Chapter 5
"Don't rush me!" I chided David. He somehow managed to pull my pants down while also working his zipper. The now familiar feeling of David on top of me felt amazing. "Lube?" He asked. "Pocket." I responded, breathlessly. He pushed a finger inside and I winced. It had been too long since we'd been able to have sex like this. After our weekend together alone during the fall break, we hadn't had much time together. Some of the guys asked what I did that weekend and I told them that I'd hung out with David and he was a cool guy. "Isn't he a fag?" one of them boldly asked. I shrugged like it didn't matter. After that he seemed to be more accepted in the dorm and even opened up a little, but he was never going to be just one of the guys.
"You want me to stop?" he asked. I gritted my teeth and grunted a quick, "No!" "Good, `cause I wasn't going too!" he teased and pushed himself inside me. "Oh! Motherfuck...!" I yelled before he clamped his hand over my mouth.
David had me pushed over a stack of mattress in an overflow dorm on campus. The building was vacant except for the occasional class that used the building. In this case, an English class we both shared. Other than that, it was mostly unused. David and I had stayed behind one day and went exploring, ultimately finding an unlocked attic space that held extra dorm furniture. We'd planned to come prepared next time. "I missed your tight little ass," David whispered in my ear. I was holding my breath, thankful for the lube and David's patience. While it was hard to forget how big he was, since we'd still found time for the quick handjob and even a bj in the shower, which we almost got caught doing, he felt so much bigger in my backside. It had also been several weeks since he fucked me the first time.
His hands moved up to my shoulders and he pulled himself in. I went up to my tippy-toes and then felt the wave of pleasure building. "Ohhhh! Fuuuuuuck! Daaaaviiiiid!" I moaned. David grunted with me and started to fuck me good. "Flip over!" David ordered and pulled out. I hopped on top of the vinyl mattresses, and he pushed my knees up to my chest. I didn't think he could go deeper, but he did. "I wanna cum in your ass," he told me. I nodded, as if he needed my permission. "Hold your legs back," he instructed. I did. David stood up and then thrust his hips in and out of me. I was writhing under him. David's hand found my dick and he held it like a handle as he continued to thrust in and out. There was no way I was going to outlast him, but I was trying. I failed. "Holy fuck!" David exclaimed when I came. I shot my load on him, on me and even to the side on the mattress.
But David kept fucking me. "Are you close?" I asked. He'd closed his eyes and seemed like he was in a trance, just rhythmically going in and out of me. He didn't answer but just moaned low.
I hung on while David did his thing, just in and out and in and out. He brought his fingers to my mouth, which were covered in my cum. "Open," he said, simply. I did and he pushed two cummy fingers inside. I licked them off and sucked them. I opened my own eyes to see David smiling down at me. "Good faggot!" he said. It still felt weird to be called that, but I knew it got him off. With a gentle squeeze of my ass, I told him I was still in charge a little. David's eyes rolled back and he shuddered. "Yeah, good faggot!" he moaned and filled my ass with cum.
After David finished, we gathered our stuff and made it back down the stairs of the empty building. I thought about stopping at the bathroom to clean up, but I liked the feeling David had left in me. "I feel really full!" I snickered. David laughed and whispered that he thought I'd broken his balls. "Empty huh?" I asked. "Drained!" he replied.
We were walking back to our dorm, not too close and not too far apart, just a couple of friends headed back from class. "You're dripping down my leg!" I told him. "Ew gross!" he replied, but I knew he liked it.
"Hey, I want you to meet someone," David said. "Who?" I asked. "His name is Jean," he said. "John?" I asked, "Sounds French." "He is...in fact he teaches French Literature," David explained and spelled his name J-E-A-N. I told David that I now knew he was totally gay, liking French Literature. David quipped that I wasn't the one with an ass full of another guy's cum, just as we entered our dorm and went our separate ways.
Chapter 6
The next night, I tapped on David's door and waited for him. At the beginning of the year, it would have started a storm of shit talking if I were seen talking to the only gay guy that most of these idiots had met, but over time they'd gotten to know him. I'd also told them more than once that he was my friend -- nothing more!
David opened his door and seemed excited. We left the dorm and crossed campus, bundled up against the winter cold. "Where are we going?" I asked. David explained that Jean's house was on the edge of campus. "It's kind of a big deal that we're invited!" he told me. "Why?" I asked. "Um...'cause first year's don't get to do shit," he explained. "I also heard that David has killer weed."
We got to a small, white house, with a picket fence, and a Toyota Prius parked in front of the single garage. I could see a couple of people through the window in the living room. David knocked on the front door. He seemed nervous. This was the only time I'd ever seen David anything but fully confident.
A man in his late thirties with brown curly hair, a well-kept beard, brown corduroy pants, and a flannel shirt opened the door. He looked like a younger version of some of my Dad's friends. "Bonjour!" David said, eagerly. The man seemed bemused but played along. They spoke briefly in French, which impressed me since I didn't know that David knew how to speak French. Thankfully, they changed to English and David introduced me to Jean. Jean welcomed us and introduced us to a couple more guys, both older than us, as his graduate assistants. They smiled and immediately turned away, not wanting to waste their time on lowly first years.
Jean was great though. He was super cool and slid between French and English easily. He showed us a table with some cheeses and wines. "All French...all the best!" he boasted. I tried not to roll my eyes at that; and took a bite of cheese that I fortunately could wash down with some better tasting wine. I downed the first glass and helped myself to another. The living room was small and cozy with wood furniture and some different, fancy art, probably from France, hanging on the wall. What caught my eye was a bronze sculpture of two muscular men appearing to either be wresting....or well...fucking. "Check that out!" I said to David. David's eyes gave him away, but he told me to "Grow up!"
The party went quiet when Jean clapped his hands and we all looked at him. He gave a corny speech about us all "gracing his abode." Jean explained that he had a special movie from France. "If you're all interested, we can watch it tonight," he explained. Of course, the grad students and David all nodded enthusiastically.
Jean asked us to pull the drapes and then he set up a small projector and screen, like the ones we use to use during school assemblies. "How old is this movie?" one of the guys laughed. Jean explained that it was older than all of us and was a key film in the French erotica era. I was suddenly interested.
I sat on one of the small sofas, thinking David would sit with me, but instead he refilled his wine. "Lights, Please!" Jean announced and David flipped the switch. Jean leaned over the projector and flipped the switches and buttons until it flickered to life. A grainy film projected on the screen and a quick title with the word "innocent" flashed across it.
Jean came over and sat next to me, his leg pressed against mine. We stared at the screen, showing a grainy picture of the French countryside. "Don't worry, it gets better," Jean explained. He fumbled in his shirt pocket and pulled out a joint and a lighter. "You smoke?" He asked. I nodded and he smiled. He lit it and I took a drag. The grad student to my left waved at me and told me to pass it. The thick smoke filled the room. I loosely followed the story of a young man who lived somewhere and then someone got mad at him and he had to leave. It didn't help that the projector didn't have any sound, and the subtitles were in French.
Chapter 7
My head was getting hazy between the two glasses of wine and the weed we smoked. My thoughts were on Jean pressed against me on the small couch. His hand rested on his knee, but was I imagining that his pinky was touching me? We watched the boy move into an apartment with an older man. The next scene was of him in the bathroom. He looked to be about my age. The camera panned to a hole in the wall and it was the man peeking. He watched the boy strip down and get into the shower. It was uncanny how much the boy looked like David. I looked around for David and saw him still standing in the corner, finishing off the second joint that had gotten passed around.
The film reel came to an end and we sat in the dark lit only by a few candles in the room. I looked over at the grad students on the other couch and noticed they had their arms around each other. Jean stood up and brushed my knee. "You guys wanna watch more?" "It's the second reel that gets all the attention," he said. We all nodded that we did and Jean got up to reload the projector, fumbling with the film cannisters.
"Hey," I heard and turned to David who sat down with me on the couch, taking Jean's spot. I smiled and said "Hey!" back at him feeling very mellow and high. "Check out Jean's pants," David giggled. Jean was sporting a massive hard on which had tented out his corduroys. "Oh shit!" I giggled back. One of the grad students looked over and rolled his eyes at us. As if to prove how cool he was he held my stare and leaned over and kissed his friend, deeply. David and I watched in silence, and I felt his hand move to my thigh.
Jean flicked the switch on the projector and the screen lit up and the motor whirred starting the film. The images on the screen immediately captured my attention. The boy was in a room, half dressed and the man was sitting on a chair, fully nude, hairy, with a full belly. His dick was hanging over the chair. The boy got on all fours and crawled to him and took him in his mouth. "Oh, shit!" Jean exclaimed. "I put the wrong reel on." Someone said, "I like this one just fine!" Jean laughed and said, "I bet you do!" but he didn't move to change it out. We sat in Jean's living room watching the film, the projector whirring and clicking. I heard a low moan and looked over. One of the grad students had his head back and the other one had pushed his hand down his pants. Jean stood at the back of the room, watching.
"This is so fucking hot!" David whispered in my ear. I nodded. Then I felt the tip of his tongue on my ear. "David, stop!" I hissed. "It's okay here!" he promised and licked my ear again. I told him it tickled and wiped the spit off my ear. The film cut away and in the next shot, the boy was face down on a bed with his ass in the air. The older man slapped him gently and then pushed a finger in his crack. The boy squirmed underneath him but raised his ass up. I wondered if this is what David saw before he fucked me.
I heard the low moaning in the room and it looked like the one grad student getting jerked was having a hard time not cumming. The fabric of the pants brushed my cheek and I looked next to me and realized Jean was standing over David and I. His bulge pushed between our heads. "What do you guys think?" he asked. David smiled and told him he liked the movie. "How about you?" he asked me and rested his hand on my shoulder. "Um...yeah!" I told him, now watching the boy straddle the hairy man's uncut cock. Jean gave my shoulder a gently squeeze and told me he thought films like this were better without sound. I nodded that I agreed, as if I had a wealth of experience.
"Are you boys together?" Jean asked, his bulge still prominently hanging between us. David answered first, "We like to mess around." I felt like I should have been mad at him for outing me, but I ignored it. "This is a safe place for that kind of thing," Jean whispered and took a drink of the wine in his hand. The boy on the screen was now getting fucked deep by the older man. It looked like the grad student had cum and was recovering, his friend still slowly working his cock inside his pants. David made the first move and ran his hand up my thigh. I instinctively arched to meet him. "Mmmm, take it out," Jean whispered. David tried to unzip my pants, but the angle wasn't right. He slid to the floor and pulled my legs straightening me out. His hand worked my bulge, and I moaned under his touch. I heard one of the others mutter, "Oh, shit, look at them!" With my head resting on the back of the couch I looked up at Jean who was now groping himself above me. I reached up and tried to hold him, but he pulled back. David unbuttoned my pants and his hands pushed under my shirt. I moaned and told him to pull my pants down. He did. My cock sprang out and David put his mouth on me. "Oooh fuck!" I moaned.
I reached up again for Jean, but he gently pushed me away. Like an animal, I stretched to take his bulge into my mouth. "Take it out!" I cooed. David's fingers were massaging my balls, and I felt him slip a finger under them. "Oh yes!" I moaned and spread my legs. David pushed his finger against me and slowly pushed in.
Jean moved just a little closer and I was able to get my lips on the mass hidden inside his corduroy pants. The fabric tasted a little dusty, but I didn't care and was trying my best to suck him through it. I really wanted jean's cock in my mouth but he was resisting me.
David pushed his index finger in hard and I knew I couldn't last much longer. I wanted to change position and get Jean's bulge stuffed into my mouth though! Jean surprised me and pushed in futher and it felt like someone stuck a sock in my mouth. I soaked the front of his pants with spit and gently gnawed on him. Meanwhile, David stroked me and told Jean I was about to cum. "Wanna watch me fuck him?" he asked, sounding like he wanted to please Jean. Jean didn't answer but started to moan. "Oh yes!" he moaned and I felt the mass of cloth and flesh in my mouth twitch and then get all the wetter. "I made him cum!" I thought, excitedly. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" I moaned and started to cum, sending the mess all over my chest and belly. David brought his hand to my now empty mouth and I dutifully licked it off.
Chapter 8
The film ended and the room was bathed in warm, white light. Jean pulled back and used the front tails of his shirt to cover the large wet spot I'd made on his pants. David wiped the corners of his mouth and smiled at me. I pulled my shirt down, wincing at the feeling of the cold cum press into my t-shirt. One of the grad students muttered a French phrase that David told me later translated as "little sluts."
Jean flicked off the projector. "Did you all like the film?" he asked and smiled. We all nodded that we did.
Jean said good night, somewhat formally, as if we hadn't just had sex on his couch while he came on me. The grad students gushed about the film and the "artfulness" of it. I rolled my eyes. David seemed pretty quiet on the walk back to the dorm. "That was fucking crazy!"
I said. David smiled but didn't say anything. "What's up?" I asked. David told me he thought Jean was gay too and that he'd been thinking about him for a while. "Yeah, so?" I asked. David admitted that he was mad I got to be with him first. He asked me about it and I told him how Jean tasted and smelled. I could tell this was driving David crazy and I might have pushed the topic a bit. "I was hoping he was going to cum in my mouth!" I admitted. "You fucker!" David muttered. "Oh, what, just a little mad you didn't get off tonight?" I teased. I'd never really teased him before. "I would have done it you know," David said. "Done what?" I asked. "I would have fucked you in front of Jean if he wanted me to," David said, simply. I knew that was the truth, but didn't want to let it go without a challenge. "Oh yeah?" I said. "Yeah," he shrugged as if it were no big deal. "Well let's go back and tell him," I said and turned back toward Jean's house. "You'd like that wouldn't you?" he said, "Bent over his couch and letting me fuck you hard in front of everyone?" I blushed but was also getting turned on. We both knew we weren't going back to Jean's house, though. "Let's find a place," I said. It was late, the quad was dark, and no one was around.
"Follow me," David said. I followed him off the path and we came to a large tree. "Here?" I asked. I looked around and realized that we were pretty concealed. David pulled down his zipper and told me to suck him. I got on my knees, feeling the cold grass pressing against them. David was very hard and I knew he wanted to cum quick. Even though he was getting blown, I was the one moaning. He shooshed me more than once. "Get me really wet," he whispered. I nodded and poured spit all over him. "Ready?" he asked. "For what?" I replied and wiped my mouth. "Gimme your ass!" he hissed. "Really?" I asked, incredulously. David pulled me up a little roughly and spun me around. He pulled at my pants, and they slipped down my thighs. "Just be quiet," he whispered in my ear and I felt his very wet cock slide between my cheeks. I grunted and pushed out, something I'd gotten used to. David pushed inside and I moaned loudly. His hands pushed my jacket and t-shirt up and he held me around the waist. "Shoosh!" David whispered, angrily. "Just hold on," he said. I held onto the rough bark of the tree and for the next few minutes David stabbed into me until I felt him shudder and swell. "I'm cumming...I'm cumming....I'm cumming!" he whispered.
Chapter 9
I got back to the dorm and made a beeline for the toilet. I was getting used to the feeling of David's cum in me, but sometimes it needed to come out! I waited until I felt the last drops plop out of me and wiped. David was a little rough that time and I felt tender.
My mind started to wander back to Jeans house. I liked the feeling of being with an older man, reminding me of those men at the pool and the gym that I used to fantasize about when I was younger. I closed my eyes and leaned back. In my imagination, I was with Jean and he let me suck him off then he tried to fuck me but we both agreed he was too big. With a quick shudder and moan, I came over my hand. Then the bathroom door opened. I heard the murmur of voices and even thought they sounded familiar, but they were talking in hushed tones. For some reason, I pulled my feet up so they couldn't see me.
"Lock the door!" I heard one of them say. The main door into the bathroom had a lock that was used by the cleaning people, but otherwise it was always open. I heard clothing rustle and I tried to look through the crack, but could only see a glance of fabric or skin here or there. Suddenly, the unmistakable sound of a blowjob was filling the room. Within moments, I heard, "Dude, I'm gonna cum!" and then a long moan as he did. I suspected who it was, a kid who was at school for a sports scholarship. He was a big guy that always seemed to be out with a different girl. I quietly crept to the tile floor and looked out and couldn't believe it. On his knees was David, sucking the cum out of Brendan's dick. Brendan's strong arms held onto David's head and he slowly was working it in and out of his mouth. He pulled out briefly and I was surprised to see that Brendan's dick wasn't very big.
"Thanks man," Brendan muttered and pulled his sweatpants up. He was bare chested, and I admired his muscles before he turned and left the bathroom. David got up and rinsed his mouth out at one of the sinks. "I know you're in there," I heard. "Shit!" I thought and popped the lock on the stall door and walked out. "That was fucking hot!" I tried to tell David, but David just rolled his eyes. He always had to be in control when he spoke to me. "You're not the only one," he told me, looking at my reflection in the mirror. That stung a little and I wasn't sure why I thought I would be. "You suck a lot of cock around here?" I said, sounding like a jerk. "Yeah, all you fucking baby virgins around here come to me for a real bj!" he spat back. I thought that was a shitty thing to say and I blushed and looked down. "You in there jerking off?" he asked me. I nodded that I was. "You didn't get enough tonight?" he challenged me. "I guess not," I fired right back. "Seemed like you did when I fucked you against that tree," he shrugged. "It was a good start," I replied.
David spit the water out into the sink and shook his head. Without looking at me, he said, "If you weren't such a fucking pussy about it, we could be doing it all the time!" "I'm not a pussy!" I said. "Fuck you then and bend over!" he said, standing up from the sink and looking at me. "What?" I asked. "You heard me!" he said, "Bend the fuck over!" "When I want your ass, I'm gonna tell you from now on!" "Can't we go to your room or something?" I asked, looking for a way to get both fucked and not caught in the bathroom. David knew he had me. "Get your faggot ass to my room and be ready when I get there!" he hissed and then slapped my ass when I walked past.
I went to David's room and turned the doorknob. It was unlocked and I slipped in. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I quickly grabbed the lube out of his desk drawer, slipped off my clothes and got ready for him. I was waiting on his bed with my lubed ass in the air when he came in. Without a word, he stepped behind me and pushed ahead. "Ow fuck!" I said, not ready for it. "Quiet faggot!" he hissed and then pushed forward. My eyes watered as he pushed in and my cock swelled a bit. The discomfort turned to pleasure, and I told David how good he felt. His touch softened and it was like the David I knew was making love to me. "Sorry about all that," he whispered. I told him it was okay. "Can I fuck you hard though?" he asked. I nodded that it was okay. David railed into me, and I moaned and gasped under him. I'd be lying if I didn't at one point fantasize about it being Jean or even Brendan doing it and that sent me cumming onto David's sheets.
David had me change positions a few times, taking his time fucking me until he finally came with me on my back and my legs over his shoulders. David squeezed my spent dick and fed me some of my cum -- something we both liked.
I gingerly got up from his bed, feeling really sore after having gotten fucked twice that night, and got my clothes on. We both knew I couldn't stay overnight so I quietly turned the knob to his door and peered out. No one was in the hallway this late, and I slipped out. I was almost in my room when I heard another door open and saw Brendan looking into the hallway. He stepped out, still wearing only the gray sweatpants and no shirt. "The fuck you doing?" he asked. I just shrugged and told him I was getting a drink of water. He looked at me and then back at David's room and seemed to make a connection and smiled. He scratched his balls and then with a nod, he closed his door.