As a first year college student I guess I was a bit naive about most everything. Being from a small town in Middle America I felt confident but puzzled by most of my surroundings at the big private school that I had picked to provide my higher education. At eighteen, like most that age, I had plans that included the rest of my future including retirement.
Coming from a small town with little sophistication I perhaps relied on people to be honest, kind and considerate. Boy did I have a lot to learn.
Oh, I guess I have to cover the physical stuff here. I'm what you might call average in most respects. Five nine, 145 pounds, dark hair which having been a competitive swimmer in high school I keep trimmed and shaven. Since I hate the term "swimmers build" lets just say that I'm very trim and smooth. I guess I should mention that my equipment is perhaps a little shy of average at five inches. The good news is that it is smooth, cut and straight. One other thing that I should mention is that I'm pretty much a virgin, having only fooled around with a few girls and at best getting a feel of a bare tit here and there.
Arriving at school a few days early, I check in with the admin office and get my room assignment. On arrival with all my "junk" I find that my roommate has already arrived and is settled in, of course picking the best bunk near the window. I take the other bunk and begin to unpack putting my things in the closet and cabinets provided. After getting squared away I lay down to relax and watch the small TV that I had brought. After the flight and a long day I quickly fell asleep and only came to as my roommate returned.
I introduced myself as Troy and he did likewise as Tom. He seemed nice and we quickly were engaged in great conversation about our past. It seems he was also a high school swimmer and we seemed to hit it off very well. While neither of us had any intention of swimming in college, we still enjoyed the idea of swimming to stay in shape.
The beginning of school came and went and we fell into our routines. After about a month, we had schedules down and were starting to get a little bored and decided that we should swim every Tuesday and Thursday night during the free swim period. I soon became very comfortable with his style and humor and we would sometimes stop for a beer after swimming to talk and relax before returning to the room to turn in.
After about a month I became aware of a change in his demeanor and noticed that he became somewhat touchy. While this did not make me uncomfortable I did take notice.
I guess it is important at this point to say that I'm heterosexual and have never crossed any lines. It is also important to say that if I were to do that, I could find a lot worse partners. It clearly has entered into my mind that this may be leading somewhere I have never been.
As the weeks passed, his touches became a bit more obvious but not offensive; the occasional casual pat on the ass, a comment about my nice round butt, even an occasional grab at my crotch with the appropriate jock humor comments. I guess sexual tension is the word for what was happening and while slightly confused, I was not really put off by the behavior. This seemed to change one day at the pool when we finished swimming and were in the locker room after showers and he caught me "looking" at his perfectly formed cock. I didn't even realize that I was doing it but being mesmerized by its perfect shape and size it seems I was staring. He looked up, smiled and slowly stroked it until he firmed up to a nice five and a half inches. His eyes never left mine and my face turned beet red with embarrassment. Not a word was spoken and we returned to our room and went to bed.
The next day it was obvious that things had changed. It was a warm day and we both wore baggy cargo shorts and were bare foot and without shirts. His first comment on entering was that I had very prominent nipples and I seemed to be excited. I just laughed it off and we sat and had a beer talking about the day's classes. As he offered me a second beer he ran the cold bottle over my right nipple and made another comment, followed by rubbing a finger over it causing my cock to stiffen a bit. When I commented that this was getting a little weird, he reached down with both hands and grabbed both nipples and twisting and as you can imagine this caused both pain and an increase in my arousal level.
Not wanting to be outdone I reached out and ran my hand up the inside of his leg and grabbed his crotch, knowing that I had my hand on the perfect cock that I had seen at the swim pool. His response was quick and direct when he said OK, it looks like you want to play. With that he grabbed my crotch and squeezed. Not hard but, just right. Having another guys hand on your crotch and squeezing your stuff might just be the most exciting thing that can happen to an eighteen year old. At some point, we were standing, twisting each others nipples and groping crotches.
While I felt somewhat in control most of the time, when he leaned in and put his lips against my ear, I nearly fainted. At first it was a light kiss and then it was a tongue running along the edge of my ear and then his voice asking if I enjoyed what was happening. Somehow, I managed to say "YES" without any other comment. His lips move to my mouth where his tongue pushed its way inside and without thought my mouth opened and I experienced my first man kiss. With that his hand on my groin moved to my zipper and slipped it down. Without comment, he then moved to the button holding up my baggy loose fitting shorts and they suddenly fell to the floor. His hand immediately moved to the front of my Y fronts and he seemed to be taking inventory of the package within. My brain is working and trying to follow what is happening. Logic says, it is now my turn and I quickly grab his zipper and lower it, followed by the button on his shorts.
Now we are standing in our shorts, no shirts, no socks, no nothing. At this point his lips are again against my ear asking if I liked what was happening. With a very tense "yes" he quickly said if you like this so far you'll love what is coming next. With that, he dropped to his knees pulling my Y fronts down in the process. I'm not sure I can describe the next thing because my brain nearly exploded with sensory overload when his mouth engulfed my rock hard cock.
After a couple of minutes he stood, pulled me in close and put his lips to my mouth and I tasted my cock as he had. With his lips to my ear again and one more question he set the stage for the next move, "did you like that"? The obvious answer was "Oh god yes" to which he replied, Ok now it is your turn. Without thought I fell to my knees and pulled his shorts down allowing his very rigid cock to pop into view. My mouth opened and this work of perfection slipped in clear to the back of my mouth. After a couple of minutes he reached down and pulled me to a standing position. Once again we kissed and enjoyed the intimate feel of each other.
We fell to the floor in somewhat of a sixty nine position and enjoyed the mutual intimacy of oral pleasures. At some point I found myself on my knees over his face while I sucked his cock. Once again time stood still as I felt his hands and fingers caress my butt and exposed hole with his hands and fingers. The sudden insertion of a finger into my ass caused an explosion deep within my body that filled his mouth with the very essence of life and left me weak and empty.
My next response was pure panic. I jumped up and said "I can't do this, it is wrong". Grabbing my bag and a few things I fled to a friend's house with his words echoing in my ears that "you son of a bitch, you owe me".
The next day I returned to our room to retrieve some items and was careful to be there only when I knew he would be in class. The next weeks were tedious to say the least. I avoided him at all costs and turned to others to consol my feelings. All went fairly well until one night a few weeks later.
I had sought comfort with an old friend who lived near the campus and had become comfortable with my routine. Trust me, comfort and routine can be a bad thing. I would leave campus following study at the library and follow a narrow unmarked trail across the undeveloped part of the area which leads through a small playground.
After two months of relative quiet I was headed to my friend's house on the darkened path and suddenly found my self in real trouble. I was hit from behind and knocked to the ground and without warning found myself with a black bag over my head. Unable to determine how many there were, it became obvious that I was outnumbered. With my hands quickly tied I was led to a piece of playground equipment and forced to bend over where my hands were released and quickly retied near the ground to the play equipment. Near panic, and in some pain from the equipment I was bent over, I'm begging them not to hurt me but to no avail they quickly unbuckle my pants and pull them down along with my under ware. Naked from the waist down they secure my feet, well spread, to nearby structures. Not to take away from the terror of the situation, but being naked from the waist down and tied in a compromising position is actually quite exciting.
As soon as I was secured I could feel hands touching parts of me that had not been touched. Two hands cupped my ass and ran down the backs of my thighs to my knees and quickly retraced to the inside gently grabbing my balls and running the length of my very hard cock. Next I felt a cold wet liquid being dripped at the top of my crack which slowly ran down over my exposed hole. Fingers followed and were soon massaging my most private place. Shaking with fear and some desire a finger soon penetrated my ass and began to massage my prostate making me whine like a school girl. Suddenly, pain, fear, embarrassment and pleasure became very blurred for me.
The lubrication of my most private spot complete, I hear discussion about who would be "first" causing another wave of fear. With little discussion, I hear a whispered voice saying he is mine and I will be first. With that I feel someone between my legs and a very hot and hard object being pushed against my exposed ass. Actual penetration I can't remember, the feel of excitement, being full, the pressure of another pubic bone against my upturned ass and the electrical sensation of having a cock make contact with my prostate, I will never forget. Time vanished and I felt him pounding his prick into me and recall the faint grunts I made as he reached bottom. I do recall the frantic movements and the swelling of his member just before he came.
More lube another cock and more pubic pressure against my exposed hole only to be followed by another. After being taken by at lease three there was a long pause followed by silence and then whispered plans of escape. I felt my hands being released followed by another whispered voice telling me that I still owed him. The realization that one of these guys was my roommate Tom provided a bizarre excitement.
After working my hands free and freeing my legs, I realized that my cock was hurting from being so hard for so long. While I was leaking pre cum I had not actually experienced orgasm. I sat naked from the waist down alone, afraid, used and totally excited. With three quick strokes of my rock hard cock I sprayed my seed all over the ground where the attack had taken place.
Weeks passed with my mind occupied by the events in my dorm room and the subsequent attack at the playground. I felt myself drawn, puzzled and afraid all at the same time. Without thought I found myself in the old dorm looking for my old roommate. As I entered the hallway I see him exit the shower room with just a towel around his waist. As he neared the door to our room I stopped him and asked if we could talk for a minute. With his knowing smile he invited me in and sat on the small sofa without dressing. Standing before him and looking at his still wet body I managed to croak out a simple statement. "Troy, I think I owe you something". With that he spread his legs and rubbed his crotch saying "you got something to say, get on with it". Kneeling between his legs I said "I'm sorry and I owe you". I pulled his towel loose and had before me the most perfect cock I have ever seen. I explained that I was ready to pay up. His response was "you don't touch me unless you are naked. I slowly stood and began to remove my clothes. Bare of any clothing I kneeled between his legs touched his cock and opened my mouth engulfing his measure of manhood.
I loved the taste, feel and fresh smell of his maleness. After sucking him for a few minutes he made me stop and said that if I was going to pay up, I would have to do him the way he did me.
Within minutes, I was laying on my back with him over my face. His cock entered my mouth and I slowly ran my hands over his butt touching his puckered opening. Remembering the excitement of our first encounter I immediately knew to penetrate his private place and massage his most sensitive spot. Within seconds my mouth was filled with a few days of accumulated male sex giving me the sense that I had paid the bill.
After sharing a very wet and sexy kiss, I asked a favor. With great hesitation I asked if Tom and his friends could again fuck me, but only if I could be tied and blindfolded like before, maybe even in a public placde. I think I may have discovered something about me that I really like.
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