Jack Away at College, Part 4
By botpuppy@aol.com
When I got home from teach's, Mark was asleep in his bed. We shared the one bedroom, with two twin beds, about 3 feet apart, with a table between them. He had left the lamp on the table turned on, and I looked at him sleeping for a few minutes before stripping for bed. He looked cute in his nightshirt, and his butt was partially uncovered, showing off a smooth pair of round buns, absolutely hairless and to tell the truth, tempting. After my night with teach, I was getting close to giving Mark the fuck that he had been asked me for, and although my dick was stiffening, I decided to crash.
I took off my shirt, and noticed the faint odor from my pits; I grinned and realized that I had a bit of a workout tonight. I threw my shirt and chinos over to the floor near the closet for Mark to take care of in the morning, and sat on my bed to take off my briefs, which had those tell-tale stains from the precum that Sue and teach had caused. Grinning again, I threw the briefs over at Mark, and they landed right next to his head. A little wake up gift, I figured.
I lay in bed, thinking about tonight. Struck out with Sue, but hey, I have my principles, which don't include using a rubber when I fuck a chick, no matter what. I know I'm clean, and if she has some other idea, then that's her problem.
But I kept replaying the scene with teach over in my mind. No sense denying it, fucking his ass was fantastic. A guy's hole, I had discovered, is another world as far as fucking goes. Much tighter than a girl's pussy and I had to use a lot of pressure to break through that tight little ring. I think that's called the sphincter or something like that. I'm gonna see if I can get a course on anatomy next semester.
But even after the head of my cock popped through, his hole embraced my cock all around and man it felt fantastic. I don't know if it is because I'm hung so thick, or whether all guys have tight holes like his. I do know that I'm going to find out a lot more about fucking a guy. The main difference between a girl and a guy was the tightness, though. His hole was as warm and moist as any pussy and I loved the way his ass lips clung to my cock when I pulled out. It made a slurpy, popping sound as if he were protesting being left empty. And the way that his sphincter kept dilating and contacting involuntarily was a real turn on.
I wondered whether his hole would get back in shape or whether he gets permanently opened up from taking cocks up his ass, but then remembered that he told me he had been fucked before. I guess it gets back to normal after a while, and I was sure that I was going to find out.
I slept late that morning, a Saturday with no classes. Mark had already left to go home for the weekend, and I just lay in bed, replaying the scene with teach in my mind. I had awoken with the usual morning wood, and knew that I was going to have to find some cutie to take care of me today, but I didn't have any idea of who was going to be the lucky one. If it comes to that, I figured I'd go into that porn shop in town. I had heard that there are coin operated videos in those booths, and that you could always find a fag in there anxious to suck a college guy's dick.
Well, maybe later, I thought as I grabbed a towel and headed for the showers. As I enjoyed the spray, Paul got under the showerhead next to me. "Hey Jack, I see your still boned up, what's the problem, Mark not treating you right?' "Yea dude, he left for home early and didn't wake me, I guess I'll have to speak to him about that. So how did you make out with that little cutie last night?" "Did just great, dude, they all are fascinated by the foreskin. How about you?" I decided to skip the part about teach, and just told him about Sue and the condoms. "Yea", he said, "girls get that way sometimes. Never had that problem with a guy, though."
He sure is open about his sex life, I thought, and getting curious, I asked him if he preferred boys. "Don't really matter much to me, dude. When my dick takes over for my brain, a hot boy or a hot chick look the same to me, I guess that makes me bisexual." Despite the intense pleasure I got from Mark's mouth and teach's ass, I was taken back by this frank admission. I thought that I was oversexed, but this guy was something else, and completely open about it. We made some small talk as we toweled off and I headed back to the room to dress. I decided to take walk around for a while.
But nothing seemed to be going on around campus, so I decided to take a ride into town and try out that porn shop. I drove up to this seedy little strip mall and went into the place. Walls were lined with videos and books. A glass display case had all kinds of sex toys, cock rings and dildos and some that I couldn't even figure out what they were for. I went up to the counter, where a bored looking bald black guy was reading a paper. I handed him a few bucks, and he gave me some quarters, but as he was making change, I noticed condoms and little tubes of lube for sale. Cripes, I figured, I guess more stuff goes on in here than just blowjobs. There were also small brown bottles of something called Rush. I was tempted to ask the clerk what that was, but I figured that wasn't so cool, and just proceeded to the rear of the store.
The place was dimly lit, and I could hear the sounds of some machines whirring. An older guy opened the door of his booth and smiled, but I ignored him and walked further down the aisle. A guy opened his door, but when he saw me, he just stood there for a minute, checking me out. He was 25, maybe 30, and not bad looking. I decided to go into the next booth to see how things happened in these places.
As I closed my door, he dropped some coins into his machine and I could hear some moans and slurping sounds from the video he was watching. With the light from his machine, I saw the glory hole that Joe told me about, about 3 inches diameter cut out of the partition between the booths. Then I saw the dude in the next booth, on his knees with his finger in his mouth. No doubt what that was supposed to mean, and I figured what the fuck that's what I'm here for, why not, and I unzipped and hauled my dick out. I was only half-hard, but he let a soft whistle and moved closer to the hole. I guided my dick into his mouth and he sucked it gently as I grew to full mast. He was slobbering all over as I drove my shaft into his throat as best I could with the partition between us.
I was surprised when he pulled off, but then I saw him open one of those brown bottles I had seen outside and he sniffed it into each nostril. Then he handed me the bottle. I hesitated, but figured that it didn't seem to hurt him any, so I sniffed the way he did. I can't describe the smell except that it made me think of sex. . I got a bit light headed and all of a sudden I wanted to ram my cock into an ass or any other hole I could find. I stuck my cock back into the hole and began humping into him, trying to get back into his throat. I was slamming into the partition, unaware of the racket I was causing.
He backed away, and asked me if he could come into my booth before I broke the wall down. I just opened my door and grunted. He was in my booth and on his knees in a flash, his dick hard and sticking out of his fly. I fed him a hit of the poppers and snorted a few times myself. The effect was electric; I plunged my cock back into his mouth and held his head tight as I rammed deep into his throat. I fed him another whiff and did the same, then continued to fuck his throat with no thought other than to blast a load into his belly. He was gasping now, and gagging as I continued to hold his head in place. The sound of his gagging and the slobbering noises took me over the edge. I threw my head back and yelled something as I shot blast after blast of my thick hot cum. He was finally able to shake lose of my grip, and as he pulled off, I shot another few blasts of cum, onto his forehead and cheeks. He collapsed on his haunches, and I slumped back against the wall.
We were both still breathing hard, and he wiped some of my cum from his face and licked his fingers, looking up at me. As our breathing returned to normal, he asked me if I was ready for another pop. I took a hit from the bottle and nodded, and then said that he wanted to rim me, give me a special treat. I had heard about guys who liked to lick asses but I figured that nobody was low enough to actually do it. I thought of the treadmarks I often left in my briefs and wondered what shit tasted like. The poppers had me up and ready for anything, though, so I let my shorts fall to the floor and turned around. He kissed my ass cheek, and used his hands to spread my legs some more so I stepped out of my shorts and spread my legs for him.
Then I felt his tongue licking my ass crack, up and down, using lots of tongue. As he spread my ass cheeks and kissed my hole, he began sucking on it. Next thing, he was kissing it again, this time with his tongue probing at my tight hole. I took another hit and lost all the feeling of the revulsion that I felt about being violated that way. As he continued to try to get his tongue in me, it seemed that all of the nerve cells in my body were in my ass, and I shuddered with pleasure. I found myself humping my ass back further, and spreading my cheeks for him. Then he stuck his nose into my crack and lapped at that spot between my balls and my ass.
He asked if he could suck my cock some more, and I stood up from my crouched position and nodded. I told him that he could suck me some more but that I needed to wash his mouth first, to make sure he didn't get my shit on my dick. He just nodded and opened his mouth; he was actually looking forward to me pissing down his throat. It was tough getting the stream flowing since I was hard, but finally it came. He swallowed greedily, getting most of it, but some of my piss ran down his chin.
As the stream subsided, my cock grew rock hard and this time, I allowed him to suck me at his own pace. He was good, and between the poppers and his sucking, I was soon about ready. He was jacking his dick furiously as he sucked and I went over the edge again. Not so violently as the first time, but a good satisfying orgasm.
I pulled up my shorts and checked for my wallet and keys. The sex and piss smells in that little booth were overpowering. I handed him his bottle of Rush, but he said, no, for me to keep it as a reminder of him. Then he handed me his business card and told me to call him anytime I felt horny.
As I walked to the exit, the clerk grinned and asked me whether we had caused any damage to the booth. "I thought you two were going to break the wall down, guy, I guess you had a good time". I grinned back at him. "Well we never close, stud, and there's a bunch of bottoms come in here who would love to work on a stud like you". As I walked out, I thought, yea you fuckin' fag and so would you.
Mark got back to the dorm on Sunday night. I was laying in my bed, watching some crap on TV, and he came into the dorm, beaming. Jack, he said breathlessly, and began to tell me that his birthday was Friday, and his mother had given him $100 to celebrate at dinner with his best friend at school. "Will you go with me, Jack, like uhhhh, be my date?" He blushed as he said this, and I'm thinking to myself that there is no way that this faggot is going to be my date. But what the fuck, I reasoned, a hundred bucks will buy a great meal, and the cafeteria food sure was no treat.
"Yea, sure Markey, I'll go with you, but lay off the shit about you being my date, got it?" He was too excited and hyped up to realize that I had slapped him down with that remark, and just thanked me for saying yes, and that he would take care of my clothes for me and make the reservations in the morning. "Is seven o'clock on Friday night OK with you, Jack?"
"Yea sure dude, now get naked and come over here and show me how much you missed your man this weekend". I slipped the sheet down and lay back, my hands clasped behind my head, and my soft dick resting on my thigh. He quickly slipped out of his loafers and slacks. Then his shirt and tee, and I noticed his chest for the first time. He wasn't big, but he had a nice little body, with decent pecs and nickel sized dark pink nipples. I pointed to the space between my legs and he was quick to get in my bed on his belly with his face inches away from my dick. He looked up at me with that cute grin that he always wore when he knew that I was going to let him suck me off.
I had this weird feeling that maybe I was actually beginning to like the kid. He sure wasn't my kind of guy, but he was cute in his own boyish way. And I had to admit that having him around to clean up the mess and take care of my clothes was a major plus. I remembered looking at those sweet buns of his other night, and my dick started to grow. No way, I thought, it's OK to let him suck my cock, but I don't fuck boys, conveniently putting aside teach and our session the other night. I snapped out of my daydream and put my hand on the back of his neck, easing him down to my dick. He took just the head between his lips and sucked gently, then ran his tongue all around the crown. The point of his tongue flicked on the under side of my dick head, in that vee shaped groove caused by that fucker who did my circumcision.
Man this kid really loves to give head, I thought, and he knows just what turns me on. I indicated for him to take more, and he did, opening his mouth wide as he went down, then pursing his lips and holding on tight as he moved his head back up. He looked up at me with his eyes wide in delight as he heard me moaning softly. The he began to lick up and down my shaft, the sound of his wet tongue slurping on my meat making my cock throb. He repeated this a few times, each time going back to sucking the head of my cock and loving it. Then he began to tease my piss slit, pausing to lick up the precum, which was now flowing.
I couldn't take any more of this, and I pushed him down to the base of my cock, his tongue still trying to arouse me as my balls pulled up. I let out a howl that the whole floor must have heard as I came violently down his throat. He struggled to pull off some, and I let him do it. I knew he wanted to be able to get some of my load into his mouth instead of directly into his belly, and that was all right with me. Then he just collapsed his cheek on my thigh, breathing hard. We rested that way for a little while, and then he kissed the tip of my dick and sat back on his heels.
"Welcome home, Jack, and smiled at me." He slipped on his nightshirt and got into his own bed. For a minute, I thought that it might be nice if these beds were for two, but shook that thought off. He looked so content as he pulled up his covers and closed his eyes. When I pulled the sheet up and stretched out, I felt a pool of his cum, still warm. Well, I figured my boy had a good time, too, and smiled to myself.
The next day he told me that he had made reservations for us at Delmonico's in town, a swanky steak house that was supposedly the best restaurant in town. He was busy all week, taking my blazer and slacks to the cleaner, shining my shoes and washing and ironing my shirt.
On Friday, when I got to our room after classes, he had my clothes all ready, and we went to the shower room together this time.
He lathered himself up, and took special care to wash his ass. No one was around, and I decided to have a little fun. Taking some soap on my finger, I pushed his back down and began to soap up his crack. He was startled by this and whispered that someone might walk in, bit I continued to work into his tight little hole with my fuck finger. He squirmed some, and seemed to be enjoying himself and I got that rush that I always get when a guy submits to me. But I decided that that was all he was gonna get from me then.
We got dressed, and I was pissed that I had to get all duded up, but he explained that coat and tie were required at a restaurant as fancy and expensive as this. I was having some trouble with my necktie and he stood behind me on his tiptoes to tie it for me.
On the way out of the dorm, Paul was headed for his room, and when he saw us, he let out a soft whistle and remarked about how we looked like we were dressed for a wedding or something. "Hey Jack, what's with the fancy threads, gonna meet the parents or are you two eloping?" I scowled as I muttered a "Fuck off, dickhead" at him and we headed for the elevator.
As we drove into town, I was still smarting over Paul's comment, and started to have second thoughts about this whole thing. Mark didn't help my mood any as he began to explain that that this place had valet parking and that the valet would take the car, park it, and bring it back after dinner. I didn't like the idea of giving a stranger my car, but he just told me that it would be all right. That's the way all these fancy restaurants do it, I've been to a lot of them with my parents.
Not wanting to admit that this was my first experience, I just let it go. Even worse than the car though, I was beginning to get annoyed at the way that Mark had seemed to be able to take control of the situation. I was in strange territory with fancy restaurants and clothes, and he seemed to be very comfortable. One way or another, I was going to have this thing my way that's only the way I handle things.
Pulling up at the entrance to the place, I couldn't help noticing all the expensive cars, a Lexus, a Mercedes, even a gorgeous Ferrari convertible were waiting to be parked. Two college-aged kids came running up to my car, one opening my door, and the other did the same for Mark. As I stepped out, I noticed him looking at my old Toyota. He said nothing but the look on his face said, "Man they gotta be in the wrong place", as he handed me a claim ticket. A doorman did his thing, and we went in to find a guy in a tux behind a dais. "Good evening, sirs, welcome to Delmonico's" Mark gave his name and told him we had reservations, and we followed him as he led us to a table. "Your waiter will be with you right away, I hope that you enjoy your evening".
The waiter hurried over to our table, dressed in the tightest black silky pants I had ever seen, and wiggling as if to announce that he was an available bottom needing a fuck. He was there in no time, with a tray with some black stuff on it, in a little silver dish on top of crushed ice, along with lemon slices, chopped onion and egg yolks. He placed the dish on the table, and then unfolded Mark's napkin and placed it on Mark's lap. As he smiled at me, he batted his eyelashes the way a broad might do to show she was interested.
As he picked up my napkin, I spread my legs a bit and leaned back in my chair. He placed the napkin on my lap, and kept his hand there for a moment. Standing there for a moment, he cleared his throat a bit, probably trying to compose himself. "May I get you a drink, sir", unable to remove his eyes from my linen clad lap. Mark was being ignored, but he interjected, "Vodka goes with this caviar, Jack, let's try some". I wanted a beer, but I gave in, "OK, babe" to the waiter "Bring it on".
To be continued in Part 5 Let me know if you are enjoying the story Botpuppy@aol.com