Glory Hole Sagas

The Glory Hole Sagas Chapter Eight

Confronting Matt's Secret

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I had woken up in the early hours of a rainy Sunday morning in late October of 1970 with a deep need for cock to suck. And for gallons of cum to swallow. And for some tight man-ass to screw. This was new for me. I had only really discovered the delights of man-to-man sex the previous week, when I ran into an isolated men's room in the basement of one of the college building to jerk off after a private tutoring with my English instructor, Jeff Hamilton, who I had a crush on. I discovered the joys of glory holes that morning, and the two studs who showed it to me were none other than Mr. Hamilton and my older, married buddy from my fencing class, Sam. I walked into that toilet an insecure 19 year old who had limited experience with other guys. By that weekend, I had spent the night in Jeff's bed and arms; I had convinced my buddy Sam to spend the afternoon having sex with me in my dorm room; and had begun to develop such a feeling of confidence and a casual attitude towards sex that one of my two girlfriends practically raped me in my car at a drive in, giving some guys in the other cars near us quite a sex show for free. After years of not thinking very much of myself, I had begun to accept that other people found me attractive and sexy. And I discovered that if I was totally honest, I found myself gawddamned hot and good looking. Hell, I'd definitely "do" me!

I had solved my horniness that early morning by a trip to the glory holes, and a vigorous round of sex with a number of men. After breakfast, I went back to my room and fell into a deep asleep. I awoke a few hours later and hit the books. I had a lot of studying and reading to do for classes. I finished the latest draft of my short story for English class, and got a boner thinking about Jeff Hamilton and his hot body. By time I was finished with the revision, I was horny as hell, and I considered another trip down to the glory holes in the basement of the Administration building. But I remembered that in a few hours I would be confronting my roommate, Matt, about the secret stash of gay porn my sex buddy Sam had found in his dresser drawer. I went over and pulled out some of the magazines I had not yet looked at. After an hour of that, I went back to work studying. Actually, I guess you can say that the time I spend examining Matt's immense and diverse collection was studying, too, because between the pictures, the ads and the articles, I got an education about some of the vast varieties of ways in which men can pleasure each other and themselves, and some of the `toys' they can use to help them. Some of what I learned went far beyond anything I could have ever imagined on my own.

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Late in the afternoon, I finally had time to think about how I wanted to handle my roommate. Matt was a senior who was on the swim team. He had been in Vietnam with the Army, so he was almost 26 years old. He was tall for a swimmer - about an inch shorter than my 6`1". The school made us roommates when both our old roommates dropped out of school. Matt had always been somewhat of a grump, and distant. He would get very angry if I jerked off with the light on while he was in the room, or if I spoke while he was jerking off noisily in the dark. We did occasionally share a few beers or a joint and joke around, but on the whole, Matt kept to himself. I wasn't aware that he had any friends at school outside of the swim team, and I had rarely seen him socializing with any of them. On any weekend that the swim team did not have a meet, Matt fled from the college by the early Friday afternoon bus to New York City, supposedly to visit his fiance, to return all fucked out, exhausted and actually pleasant late in the afternoon on Sunday.

On Saturday afternoon, my married Texan buddy, Sam, a Vietnam vet like Matt, came to my room for the first time for sex. He accidentally opened Matt's dresser drawer when looking for towels, and discovered that impressive collection of all-male porn. We noticed that many of the magazines included a guy who looked a lot like me, and in some of them, the guy who looked like me was fucking a hairless guy who looked like Matt.

As a swimmer, Matt was lithe rather than muscular. I knew he was moderately hairy from our first days rooming together, but like many swimmers, he shaved his body. His black hair was always cut very short, almost a military hair cut, making him looked younger than me, until he grew a mustache that I admit made him look older and hotter. The discovery of the pictures of men with totally shaved bodies in his porn collection reminded me of something that had puzzled me. One day I had left the room to go to class while Matt was shaving his body in the bathroom mirror. After I got a few yards from the dorm building, I realized I had forgotten to take the paper that was due in my class in ten minutes, so I ran back upstairs. When I let myself into the room, the radio was on very loud, and Matt was singing along in the bathroom. I went to my desk to get the paper, and when I turned, I saw Matt was shaving the hair around his ass hole. Since he was facing the door so he could look in the mirror, I could see he had shaved off his pubic hair! I figured it was something swimmers did, shrugged, and hurried off to class. In a few of his magazines, there were a lot of pictures of guys having their bodies shaved by other guys, often while tied up, and the guys with no body hair would end up getting fucked. Sometimes by a group of hairy men in leather. Suddenly, it made sense. Suddenly I was turned on!

Since I knew exactly when Matt would get back to the room, I prepared carefully. I took three of the hottest of his magazines, climbed into bed, and got hard looking at them. I was sitting back against my headboard, the sheet over my lower body and the magazines. Only my bedside lamp was on. When I heard Matt's key in the door, I lit a very fat joint. Matt grinned at me as he dropped his old Army duffle bag and another bag next to his bed while I held out the joint to him. He stood next to the bed, toking. When he leaned down to return the joint to me, he found that I had pushed the sheet back. Matt looked shocked and annoyed to see me sprawled there naked with a hard on. A second later, his eyes focused on his magazines.

Before he could say anything, I said: "Listen, I'm sorry, but my buddy Sam went into your dresser by accident after we finished fucking and found your magazines. I just had to check some of them out. Man, they are fuckin` HOT!"

I handed the joint back to him. Mechanically, he took a deep toke. It took him a few seconds to digest what I had said. A shocked look came over his face, to be replaced by a silly grin. "SAM? Fucking around? YOU'RE GAY, TOO?!?" By then, I had already opened his belt and was pulling his zipper down.

I laughed. "Well, to be honest, I finally figured it out myself this week, but I've had a lot of hot sex since then." I grabbed his arm and pulled him on top of me. His lips found mine as he struggled out of his clothes. I whispered in his ear: "Sam noticed how many of your magazines featured guys who looked like me. I assume that means.."

"Fuck, yeah! I want you, kid. I wanted to suck your fat dick the first night we were roommates. Listening to you whack your meat at night would drive me up the fucking wall! That's why I wouldn't let you jerk off with the light on, or talk while we beat our meat. I was so damned tempted to see if my straight roommate was willing to fuck my fag ass as a favor, but was afraid you might beat me up, or report me. Those couple of times when I brought in a lot of booze and dope and got you totally wasted? I actually had planned on seducing you - hell, raping you if necessary, if you can call forcing you to get hard and ram your boner into my asshole rape... But I chickened out in the end, but jerked off standing over you when you passed out. I find you totally good looking, and hot and very masculine, in a calm, quiet way. I already had some magazines with guys who sort of looked like you, since you are really my type, the exact kinda stud I hunt for. But after I met you, I started to look for ones where the guys looked as much like the two of us as possible."

"So, there is no girlfr..."

"Hell, no. I go to New York to find man-sex. Hopefully with a stud who looks a lot like you. The last girl I fucked was a whore in Vietnam that my buddies shamed me into using. And she gave me crabs AND the fucking clap!"

I pointed to his nightstand. "So who's pictures are plastered all over our room? Who is Sheila?"

Matt laughed "My older sister. Her name really is Sheila, and she really does live in New York. with her husband and baby. She knows I`m gay and is happy to give me pictures of herself with me to show off to keep my secret. I started doing that when I got drafted."

Now, he was naked and rubbing his body against mine. A little of his body hair had grown back, and the stubble felt like sandpaper against my skin. I liked the feeling. The roughness of the stubble made my nipples hard and ready for action. We kissed passionately. I decided to continue to be the aggressor, and I pushed his head to my nipples. He licked them, and I ordered "Bite them!" I reached down and pinched his nipples, and he went crazy. When he had me good and hot, I began to push his head towards my raging boner. He needed no further invitation, and his nose was in my pubic hairs seconds later. I held his head and fucked into his mouth, and he groaned at that. When he started to beat his big cock, my instinct was to push his hands away while growling: "Uh, uh. Not yet, buddy."

He seemed to like that, sucking harder. I pulled him around so I could suck his cock. I stared at his crotch - it was the first time I was having sex with a guy with no pubic hair. It looked strange, but sort of hot. And it made his cock look a lot bigger. I swallowed his raging boner. Within a minute of my wrapping my lips and throat around his 8" cock, he grunted out loud and filled my mouth with his load. After he went soft in my mouth, I started to lick his totally hairless ass. The shaved area emphasized the rosette of his man-cunt, and made him look like he was a slut ready for hard fucking.

Matt went wild! He pulled off my cock and got on the floor on all fours. I dove down and began to eat his hairless ass with a great deal of enthusiasm. When my tongue got deeper into his ass channel, I could swear I tasted cum. "Oh, fuck, Ike, you eat ass so good! You have my man-pussy all hot and wet. I need more, buddy. I've needed it since the day you moved in here. I've needed it every day since then. I need you to ram that beautiful prick of yours into my ass, kid. Fuck me silly. I need, it, kid, Common, you motherfucking bastard cock tease, FUCK MEEEEE!!!!"

I greased my 9" cut cock and teased his ass hole with my cock head. Matt was having none of that. He rocked back and impaled himself on my dick to my short curlies with a grunt. We stayed still for a few seconds as I pulled on his tits. His ass was spasming around my dick as I did that. He lowered his arms so that his face and chest were on the floor, and wailed: "Screw my fucking pussy, buddy. Fill me!" I was right! He was a man-slut with a hole eager for a hard hammering by a cock. I started off slow, but he kept urging me to go faster and harder. I grabbed his hips and fucked him like a pile driver as he kept moaning: "Yes, oh, fuck, yes! Pound my fucking ass, Man! Yes.. Harder, Ike. Fuck the shit out of me!"

Inspired by his passion, I began to grunt "Yeah, buddy boy, take that big dick deep in your ass! Yeah, take it, man! Take a man`s cock deep in your man-cunt, pal. Oh, yeah, you got a hot fuckin' asshole, Matt! I love pounding my big dick into it!" We had become a noisy fucking machine. Thank goodness the room was soundproof! When I realized he was beating his meat, I decided to put a stop to it. I pulled my cock out, and pulled him to his feet. I threw him on his back on his bed, lifted his legs to my shoulders and rammed back into his tight hole. His handsome face was glowing and he had a big shit-eating grin on his face. Suddenly, he howled while his eyes rolled back into his head, and I felt his ass spasm as he shot another load on my hairy chest. In just a few days, I had come to really love the feeling of my dick in the ass of a stud shooting his load. "Yeah, buddy boy, shoot that fucking load. I love your ass strangling my cock as you empty your nuts!"

"Oh, gawd, that feels so good. More, Ike. Keep pounding my man-pussy with that beautiful cock of yours! Looking at your handsome face over me is just making me feel hornier. I need more of your cock, kid. Just keep slamming that fucker into my ass-pussy!" Matt's dick had remained hard after shooting two loads. It jumped and pulsed each time my balls hit his ass. "More, Ike. Make my ass shoot another fuckin' load of jizz from your balling. Gawd, you're as much of a stud as I fantasized you'd be. OHHHHH!"

"Gawd, you are such a fucking man-slut! I love it!" I kept ramming into his ass, which began spasming again as another load from Matt splashed on my chest and belly. That did it! "Oh, shit, Matt. I can't fuckin' take it any more. You're making me shoot my fuckin' load, you mother fuckin' stud soldier! Here it fuckin' cummmsss!!!!" With a grunt, I dumped a big load in his ass.

When my cock grew soft, I flopped on the bed. Matt licked his cum off of my chest, which I enjoyed a lot. I got up and grabbed us two of the cans of beer that Sam had left out of my mini-fridge. I relit the joint, and we shared it as we drank beer and talked.

First I had to ask him a question. "When I was rimming you deep, I could swear I tasted cum. Did I?"

Matt blushed as he giggled. "I have a little `welcome home' ritual, to get the last of my horniness used up before I see you again when I get back from New York. When the bus gets to town, I go into the men's room at the bus depot, and get fucked, sometimes by more than one guy. Tonight I got three loads shot in there, not including the bus driver, who is always the first guy to fuck me. Now, you said you discovered you were gay this week. How the hell did that happen?"

"Well, I got lost in the basement of the Administration building and found a sort of hidden away T-room with glory holes. The first time, I had sex with two guys, and realized afterwards from clues that I knew who they were. I have had loads of hot sex in the men's room since then."

"Holy crap! There's a fuckin' place like that on THIS campus?" he asked, surprised.

"Yes, there is. And half the men in this town seem to know it's there, and the secret of finding it. The variety of men is truly amazing, and no one seems to notice all these townies disappearing into a college building at all hours of the day and night! I've had sex there with students, including jocks, and with business men and working class men. I even watched a cop getting fucked in there once, and then he sucked me and his own cousin off through the hole. Speaking of which: do you remember that working class bar on Maple Street you took me to a few times?"

"Sure. A lot of the guys on my team like that place. I could never figure out why - its a fucking dump. Its just sort of a tradition with the swim team to drink there."

"Well, that may be because there are glory holes in that toilet, too!" He looked surprised. "One night last week when you were cramming and acting like a fucking bitch on the rag," (that comment earned me a friendly but hard punch from my roommate) "...I went there for a few drinks to escape your shitty mood. I ended up sucking off an older working class man, and I got really turned on by his calling me names and talking dirty. He got angry and insulting after he nutted, punching the cubicle wall and cursing me out, and I thought he was going to wait and beat me up if I left the toilet stall. But he just left the bar. I stick to the one here on campus, now."

"I never used the toilet in that bar, so I missed finding it. I have to remember to go in the next time the team goes there. Hey, kid, can you show me where your T-room is tomorrow? Like real early?"

"Sure, if I can watch you in action for awhile." I went on to tell him how I knew that the first two guys who I had sex with were Jeff and Sam. I told him how I confronted them, and that I spent the night with Jeff. "And you know that Sam was here for sex yesterday afternoon, His wife thought we were studying together."

"You had sex with your fucking English teacher? That big, handsome redheaded stud that you introduced me to a few weeks ago? Holy shit! You lucky bastard. I bet his cock is huge! Did he fuck you?"

"Well, yes, it's very big. But Jeff suggested that I wait until I found a special man and a special time to get fucked the first time, and I thought it was a good idea, so my ass is still virgin. Well, unless you count tongues and fingers."

Matt nodded. "Sounds like that might be a good plan. I wish I had been able to do that, but the first guy who screwed me just climbed on without asking during some group sex in the Army. Although I tried to push him off, he was bigger and stronger than me. He lasted a long time, and by the time he filled my ass with his cum, I was totally turned on. Another guy climbed on after the first guy came, and I shot a load without a hand or mouth or cunt on my cock while he was fucking me. After that, I was hooked on getting fucked." Suddenly he laughed. "So. your married friend fucks around, huh? His poor wife."

"That's what I said, but he insists she knows about him being bisexual and doesn't mind him with other men, but she threatened to shoot his cock off if he fucks another women. They're from Texas, so he believes she would actually do it. He was in Vietnam, too, Matt. He loves sucking "pecker" as he calls it, and adores getting fucked. I think you'll like him - he has a nice big uncut cock with a birthmark on it and quite a talented ass. Hmmm, maybe I'll invite him to join you and me on Saturday afternoon for a little get acquainted party. That is, acquaint both your hot man-cunts with each other's cocks."

"I get a big rush out of fucking and sucking some guy I can't see through a hole in a toilet wall. But the best is having sex with a stud I like in bed." I smirked at him, admiring his naked body with a leer. "I have a feeling neither of us will have to jerk off again this year!"

Matt laughed. "Then I can fire your substitute?"

"Substitute? Who the fuck is that?"

"Not who, what. Didn't Sam and you find my toy chest?"

"You're what?"

Matt fell to the floor and pulled a large old suitcase out from under his bed. I sat next to him on the floor as he opened it. I gasped. It was full of some of the stuff I had seen in the porn magazines. I could identify cock-rings, dildos, and there was a big cock shaped vibrator. There were other things I didn't recognize. As I looked through the collection, Matt had walked over to his duffle bag from his trip and dug around in it. When I turned around, he was wearing a leather vest and a leather jock strap that made my eyes bug out. As I watched, he put a leather cap on his head. Man, did he look tough and fuckin' hot!

I was sitting there holding the vibrator. "Ah, you found your substitute. Whenever I knew you were in class, I would take that old towel you always use to wipe up your cum when you beat your meat, or else your used jock strap and sniff your stale cum and sweat while fucking myself with that. It's amazing. I love the way it jiggles my prostate while I fuck my ass with it. Sometimes I don't even have to touch my dick to cum. Just the smell of you and the vibrator on high speed, plunging in and out is enough. Once, I set it vibrating on the lowest setting and had it rammed in my ass while I was in class. I came three times during class, and the need to control my reactions and be quiet was such a big fuckin' turn on."

I held up something that looked like two roach clips with a chain between them. "OK. I give up. What's the hell are these for?"

"Ah. my favorite tit clamps." He reached into the pocket of his vest and pulled out a similar but larger set, and a small brown bottle. The veteran actual blushed a little. "Uh... I sort of like some of the rougher forms of sex play sometimes. Not always, but every now and then I need to.. well, to be abused. Of course, a lot of guys use these just to add spice to regular sex. I've been known to wear them under a sweatshirt to keep horny all day. Here. let me show you."

He pinched his own nipples until they were erect. I had not noticed in the first flurry of our sex that his hard nipples stood a good inch from his well-developed chest. He opened the bottle, and took a deep snort out of it while holding his other nostril closed. Then he clipped the device to his big nipples, hissing as he did. Amazingly, after shooting 3 loads in a row, he was hard again. "Wanna give it a try, kid?"

"Sure. What's in the bottle?"

"It's called poppers. A lot of men, gay and straight, use them to enhance their pleasure during sex. It can make your ass so relaxed you can hardly feel a big cock penetrating you, and at the same time it can make you feel every centimeter of that prong sliding against a million nerve endings you weren't even aware of." He demonstrated how they were used, and handed them to me as he looked for something in his `toy chest'. I took a small sniff. The odor was a little harsh, and I realized I had smelled it a few times in the T-room. I held my nostril and took a deep hit, and I thought the top of my head was going to fly off. I felt the blood rushing back into my cock as Matt clipped some clamps on my suddenly hard nipples. "These are a lighter set of tit clamps - sort of a beginner's set. They don't bite in too deep."

I moaned at the slight pain that was rapidly becoming quite pleasurable. Matt reached over and gently tugged on the chain and I felt like he was ripping my tits off. The feeling was really hot. I thought how a week ago I didn't even know my tits could bring me pleasure, and now I'm learning how to take this sweet pain! I reached over and pulled hard on his chain, making him hiss. We sat there for a few minutes sharing the poppers as we pulled on each other's chains. As Matt took off the leather jock strap, I reached into the `toy chest' and brought out a long, flat piece of thick leather with a handle on one end. One side was smooth leather, the other side was peppered with metal studs. "Now, what the fuck is this thing, Matt? It CAN'T be for sex."

Matt blushed again. "Yeah, it is. I said I liked it rough some times.... well, when I'm in the right mood, I like to have my ass spanked or beaten with that paddle before getting fucked." I slapped it against my leg and it stung. I looked at him skeptically. "I'm telling you the truth. It's not for everyone, but some guys, even some straight guys, get off on getting even more severely physically abused. I'm fairly tame. I like to have my ass paddled and my tits worked over, and I like my partner to call me names while he pushes me around..." I held up a couple of pairs of handcuffs, my eyebrow raised. Another blush. "Oh, yeah, well... sometimes I need to be restrained, too. It can be hot to be ordered around, and it can be even hotter to be helpless and feel like you`re being forced to do things."

Matt demonstrated how the handcuffs worked, and showed me where he had a spare key in his nightstand drawer. I looked at the paddle, and slapped his leg with it. His dick jumped in reaction. "I guess you can say I'm basically a bottom."

"Bottom?"

"A lot of gay men, probably most of them, are versatile - they are equally comfortable sucking and getting sucked, fucking and getting fucked. Then there are the guys who have a need to service other guys. They love to suck cock and get fucked, but are not that interested in fucking or getting blown. These are called bottoms. Tops' are the opposite. Almost all tops declare that their ass is, as one top I know puts it exit only'. You can eat their ass, but don't try sticking anything else in there if you don't want a broken jaw. Some tops eat dick, but others don't. Some tops will eat a bottom's man-pussy to get it ready for a hard fuck, while other tops wouldn't dream of it."

"Most tops like to be in control - to tell their bottoms what to do, and to make the sexual decisions. Some go beyond that and need to totally own their bottom. That's already getting into another whole realm of rougher sex. Even in the rough sex scene, there are versatile guy, although they usually tend towards top or bottom. Usually the rougher a guy likes his sex, the more likely he is to lean heavily towards top' or bottom'. I knew real early that I was pretty much a bottom, although I am somewhat versatile, particularly when having `vanilla' sex - you know, every day garden variety sucking and fucking, as opposed to the rougher play."

I though about my recent experiences. "Hmmm. I wonder... I have a feeling I'm more of a top, although I'm versatile enough to enjoy everything. I've noticed that I really enjoy telling guys what to do, or controlling them the way I stopped you from jerking off when you were blowing me. I.. uh.. I even can get quite excited calling a guy names if I know or even suspect that it will turn him on. And sometimes I just KNOW when a guy needs to be pushed, or abused or ordered around."

"Sounds like a top to me. Um... all this talk is getting me very horny for some rough stuff. Would you.. would you be willing to give it a try, kid?"

I stood up and glared down at him. Out of nowhere, I heard myself say "That's `Sir' to you, fucking scumbag punk!"

Matt's face lit up, and he got on his knees, bowing his head to me. "Yes, SIR!"

I sat on the bed. "Get over here, you cocksucking slut. You need your pussy warmed up before a REAL man can screw it."

"Yes, Sir!" Matt meekly crawled over to me. I pointed to my lap, and he quickly draped his body over it, his ass in the air. I picked up the paddle and ran the studded side over his well-developed buns. He moaned and shivered. I raised my hand, and flipped the paddle before I gave his ass a hard whack! The sound was like a gunshot in the silent room. Matt gasped, and said "Thank you, Sir."

I continued to paddle his ass, trying to hit him as hard as I could. Each blow got a "Thank you, Sir", although his voice was getting more strained, and he sobbed and moaned. I watched his pale white ass cheeks turn pink, and then bright red. I lifted my arm ass high as I could, and gave one last harder blow. Instead of the "Thank you, Sir" Matt began to writhe around, as if trying to escape. Remembered what Matt had told me about what he liked, I followed my instincts and inspiration. I picked up a handcuff from the nightstand, and quickly twisted one arm behind his back, snapping on the cuff. Matt put on a show of struggling, but soon I had the jock's hands cuffed behind his back. The sight of his bright red buns and the handcuffs had me higher than any drug I had ever experimented with, although my dick remained only slightly hard.

"Get on your fuckin' feet, scumbag!" Matt quickly obeyed. "Now, lay on your stomach on your bed!"

"Yes, SIR!" Matt instantly obeyed. I felt the need to calm down, so I walked over to my side of the room and lit a cigarette, opening another can of beer which I quickly downed. I sat on my bed and looked at Matt, who squirmed as if trying to escape. I walked over to the `toy chest' and rummaged around. I found a really massive dildo. It was at least two feet long, and almost as fat as my wrist. I stood over him. slapping it against the palm of my hand as I tried to look stern at my hot roommate. His eyes grew wide, a combination of fear and lust.

"No, Sir. Please! Not that! That monster wouldn't fit in my poor ass-cunt. You'd rip me a new asshole with that fucker, Sir!" I knew that I had picked the right toy. I slapped his ass with the enormous fake dong, making Matt moan in delight. I took it and put it against his lips.

"Let's see how good a cocksucker you are, fag boy!" Matt obediently opened his mouth, and I began to stuff it in. Even an experienced bottom like Matt could only stretch his jaw so much, and I could only force about 4 inches of the dildo into his eager mouth. Leaving it jammed in there, I picked up the vibrator. I knew his ass was well greased with my load of cum (and the three less than an hour before) so I walked over, holding it so he couldn't see it. I put the head against his ass slit, and pushed it in about 6 inches. Matt tried to scream, but the dildo cut off the noise. Once the vibrator was in, I found the switch and turned it on low speed. Matt groaned in frustration as I slowly ran it in and out of his man-pussy. "You are a fucking whore, punk. Look at how you're trying to get that plastic prick deeper into your man-cunt! You`re a fucking SLUT!" I slapped his ass with my bare hand when I said that, and Matt moaned in ecstasy. I few more slaps were accompanied by more slaps.

By now, I was getting turned on. I rolled Matt over onto his back. Although he struggled against the handcuffs, his eyes were bright with excitement. His cock was like a steel rod, and it was leaking pre-cum like mad! I picked up the poppers and took a deep hit, and suddenly felt like I was 20 feet tall. I had forgotten that I still had the tit clamps on my nipples, and the pleasure of that pain became enormous. I was about to put the poppers bottle down when I saw that Matt's eyes were focused on it, so I held it under his nose and pinched off his nostril, allowing him to take a couple of deep sniffs. I decided I needed to calm down and think out my next move, so I went back to my bed and pretended to ignore Matt as I drank another can of been and lit a cigarette.

I realized that I was more than slightly drunk. I swaggered over to Matt's bed, smoking my cigarette. I remembered that Matt, as a swimmer concerned with his breath, didn't really like cigarette smoke. He barely tolerated my smoking in the room after I made a fuss about it being MY room, also. I walked over, took a deep puff and blew the smoke in Matt's face. He tried to cough, but the dildo gagging him prevented it, and he turned red. I quickly pulled the gag from his mouth, allowing him to cough and catch his breath, then blew some more smoke into his face. He looked at me with anger as he coughed, but said nothing.

I grabbed his head and forced his mouth to my now rampant boner. He tried to resist, so I slapped his face. He surrendered and swallowed me to the root. I stood next to his bed, fucking his face as I held his head with one hand and smoked my cigarette with the other. When I finished the cigarette, I pulled out of his sucking throat and walked back to my side of the room to put it out. Matt looked at me with longing. "Do you want more, asswipe?"

"Yes, Sir, I do."

"Beg for it, asshole. I might let you have more."

"Please sir, let me suck your big, beautiful cock. Please, Sir, let me pleasure you!"

I walked over, my dick in my hand, and pushed his head into my balls, which he began to lick with passion. I reached down and began to fuck his ass with the vibrator, making him moan. He kept trying to push his hips back onto the vibrating plastic cock. I knew I was close to cumming, and it was time to up the stakes. "Do you want my cock in your pussy, fag boy?"

Matt's face lit up. "Oh, please, Sir! Please, fuck my man-cunt. Shoot your load in my ass, please, Sir!"

I looked around the room, and saw a large metal hook that hung off the back of the door. I ordered Matt to stand. When he was still off balance, I uncuffed one of his wrists, and we fought as I forced his arms in front of his body, cuffing them again. I kicked him in the ass, then pushed him towards the door. "Maybe the rest of the dorm would enjoy watching us, asswipe."

Matt groaned. "Whatever you say, Sir."

When we got to the door, I lifted his hands and hooked the chain of the handcuffs on the hook, so his hands were above his head. I pulled his body back so he was bent over slightly, presenting his man-pussy to me. I walked back to the table and got the poppers, taking a hit. I pulled out the vibrator, and rammed my cock into his ass in one hard thrust. Matt moaned in pleasure. I held the poppers to his nose, and then I began to ram in and out of his ass with all my strength. Matt groaned with each thrust, as the head of my cock popped out of his ass, and was forced back in. I took another hit of the poppers, and give one to him, then closed the bottle and tossed it on the bed. I reached around and started pulling in the chain of his tit clamps, and that set Matt off. "Oh, Sir! If you keep doing that to me, I'm going to fucking cum. Please, Sir, may I cum?"

I rammed in deep and whispered in his ear, "Cum, fag boy. Shoot your pathetic load!" Then I bit his neck. That was all it took. I felt the spasms as he grunted and shot his load on the door. I took the cuffs off the hook and forced him to his knees. "Lick up that mess you made, boy!" He eagerly did this as I stood over him, pulling on my cock. When he was finished with his task, I pushed him to the floor, and shot my load on his chest. I collapsed on the floor next to him and kissed him deeply.

We lay there for a few minutes. "That was great, Ike. Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"No, I never even imagined it until yesterday. Most of my ideas just popped into my head. The rest I got from your magazines and books, or from what you told me you liked."

"I'd say you're almost definitely a top. And that you certainly have a talent for the rough stuff. Uh, could I ask you to take the cuffs off, Ike?"

I laughed. "Sorry, I forgot." I crawled to his nightstand and got the key. As soon as they were off, he took off his tit clamps. As I lay on the floor, Matt walked over to his closet and rummaged around. He pulled out a large wrapped box. He sat on his bed. "Uh... when I was a freshman, I had an affair with a senior, a rough sex top who was an ex-Marine. I bought him a Christmas gift when I visited my sister in New York for Thanksgiving , but before Christmas, we broke up. I still have it. He was about your size, so I'm sure it will fit. It isn't doing anyone any good in the back of my closet, so here." He held the package to me.

I opened it up. Wrapped in black tissue was a black leather vest with chains on it; a leather jockstrap with chains for straps; four thick studded leather pieces with snaps; a metal object shaped like a bullet on a circle of rawhide; and a studded cockring with ball separator. I shook my head, but he interrupted me "Take it, Matt. Just think of it as your first birthday gift of the year. And believe me, it will certainly add to my pleasure when we play these kinds of scenes when you're wearing the outfit."

"Ok." I stood up, and we put the jock strap on me, then the vest. Two of the pieces of leather turned out to be wrist bands. and the two larger ones went around my biceps. He showed me that the "bullet necklace" was for poppers, and filling it, put it around my neck. He put his own leather jack strap back on, and his cap, which had fallen off. I walked over to the full length mirror and looked at myself. I was still wearing the tit clamps, so the chain ran across my chest under the vest. My dick started to stir a little as I looked at the two of us in our leather outfits. "Fuck, are we hot!" I smirked. "If Sam comes her Saturday for a three way, let's be dressed like this when he gets here! Hell fuckin pass out!"

Matt laughed. I lit a joint and we sat back on the floor. He reached over and took the tit clamps off me, and the blood rushing back to my nipples was a new pleasurable pain. He put them in my vest pocket. "I got a lot more of them, kid."

I looked at the giant dildo where I had dropped it on the floor. "Do you actually use that thing?"

"That top I was dating had given it to me as a gag gift, but I have to admit, I HAVE taken it up my ass a few times, usually when someone else is putting it in, and when I'm pretty wasted. Want to give it a try, kid?"

"Hmm... Oh, no, not THAT dildo. I was wondering if using a smaller one would mean I was no longer a virgin. I mean, I'm saving it, so I don't want to do anything to compromise my ass-cherry."

"I'd say anything bigger than a few fingers is the same as taking a dick up your ass. I have a couple of really small dildos and butt plugs that you might want to try." He showed me a butt plug, a pointed dildo that got really fat in the middle and then tapered off to end with something to stop it from going all the way into the ass. He explained that they were often used my "masters" to keep their "slave's" asses spread open, or used by inexperienced guys to loosen their assholes to become more relaxed about getting fucked. I looked at it skeptically. He laughed, and handed it to me. "Use it if you want to try it out. It's the smallest one I have." He took out a much larger one, with a strap that closed with a lock. "This one would be used by a master as a chastity belt, so control a slave getting fucked by anyone else." I shook my head at all the new information.

We climbed on to my bed and snuggled as we talked. "Matt, how did you discover that you were gay?"

"I started sucking cock a little in high school - mostly buddies helping each other out when their girlfriends gave them blue balls. I never thought much of it, but I knew I liked doing it more than I liked fucking girls the couple of times I did that. Then I go drafted. The first week I was in boot camp, a couple of the bigger guys noticed me checking out their big dicks. One of them, a big tough redneck from Tennessee, cornered me one night in the shower and ordered me to suck his beautiful dick. I put up a show of resistance, but my performance was professional enough to let him know I was experienced."

"Actually, a group of men-loving men had already discovered each other, and the big redneck had gotten the long straw to try me out. If I'd put up a big fight, he'd have raped my mouth and left me there. Instead, the next night he brought me to an empty barracks near ours. The camp had been a lot bigger during World War Two, and here were plenty of empty buildings being kept in shape in case they were needed for another full scale war, W had already painted the outside of this building and seen through the windows that it had beds in it with rolled up mattresses and blankets."

"There were six other men besides Tennessee and me that first night. We just sucked dick that night, but a few nights later, with four new members and three bottles of whiskey, it turned into an all out orgy. SOMEONE ate my ass for the first time, and sent me to heaven, and then he rammed his big cock into me, and ripped me in half - but I had a cock down my throat so my screams were a bit muffled. By the time the stud in my mouth popped his load, the pain was gone and I was loving the feeling of that cock on my ass-nut. I lost count of the number of men who fucked me that night. And I fucked a bunch of butt too. I got to pop Tennessee's hairy muscular ass-cherry after my first, very popular attempt at eating ass. He tried to throw me off, but since he was the only man who had not been fucked yet, three guys held him down while I fucked him until he began begging o for me to fuck harder. Then they let him loose, and someone plugged his mouth."

"Some of these men introduced me to some of the stuff we did tonight: spanking, tit torture, name calling, bondage. And I did it back to them. It wasn't a far stretch from getting gang raped the first time I got fucked, and loving it. I guess I suspected that first night that I liked being treated roughly. On leave in some big cities like New York, they took me to some rough sex clubs. I even fell in love with another soldier on one of them, a tall drink of water from the South. But we didn't even exchange names, let alone addresses. But if I ever met him again, I'd be his slave in a minute. Not that it would be an exclusive thing. I don't think I'm the commitment type."

Matt offered to take me to a gay bar he knew on the outskirts of town some night.

"Matt, I'm sort of confused about something. Although I really find sex with men a lot hotter than sex with women, I still want to be a father someday. I had a great dad, and I'd like to be as good a father as him. How do I..?"

"Reconcile the two? Damned if I know. I'll tell you something I've never told anyone. I want to be a dad, too. My father died when I was a teenager, like your dad did, and he was a great guy, too. I don't know if I could lie to a wife, and I know I couldn't give up guys. Maybe we'll both get lucky and find understanding broads like your buddy's wife. Or bisexual chicks. Hey, that would be a gas! We'll find two bisexual lovers, and marry them, and have kids with our wives and fuck our brains out with men the rest of the time!"

I laughed as we cuddled some more, the beer and the sex taking it's toll. We fell asleep in each others arms.

When I woke up a few hours later, I saw that Matt was asleep and hard. I started sucking his dick, and he woke up with a big smile. This time Matt took control. He rolled us over so he could fuck my face. He maneuvered himself without losing a stroke so that his face was at my crotch, and he began to chew my balls. I heard him open the jar of Vaseline, and soon he had two finger prodding my ass nut. I writhed under his attentions, and sucked harder on his cock. Matt began to curse and then his cock grew fatter. I pushed him up so that just his cock head was in my mouth, and I swallowed his hot load. He jammed his fingers in really deep, and his load and his fingers pushed me over the edge. I screamed "Mother fucker!" and his lips wrapped around my cock just as I busted my nut in his mouth. I grinned at him. "That's a great way to start the day!" He laughed. "hey, you have to make me one promise. The next tine you shave your entire body for a swim meet, let me do it, just like in that magazine - with your tied up and a gag in your mouth!"

"Hell, you're on. A wet dream cum true, roomie!" Remembering the photos of couples who looked like us, I reluctantly brought up the subject of his expectations. "No, Ike, I know that you're not ready for a relationship. It would be nice, but you have a lot of men to try out before you're ready. It will be enough for me if we fuck around a few times a week. To be honest, I bought the magazines when I thought you were unavailable. Now that you are willing to have sex with me, the image isn't as important to me anymore. I have no plans of stopping my sex hunts in New York, although I may bring you along some time to show you the scene. Of course, even if I am a bottom and you're a top, Im gonna try to convince you that Im the stud to bust your cherry ass!"

Laughing, I said. "You have no idea how many men are have said that to me in just a couple of days!" I kissed him and we went to take a shower. That ended up with Matt on his knees sucking my new erection, then soaping it up and backing his ass back on it until we both came.

Later, we talked about what to do about bringing men to the room, and we agreed that if the guy didn't object, we'd invite each other to join in. Otherwise, the guy who got to the room first would put a tie on the doorknob (the dorm wide "do not disturb" sign), and the other would go away for a while.

Just before we fell asleep again, Matt yawned and said "Remember, kid. You promised to show me that hot T-room tomorrow morning."

But that is another story.