Jack Away at College, Part 8
By botpuppy@aol.com
I got back to the dorm and headed to our room in good time, pausing at the door to figure out what the noises were. When I went in, I was stunned to see Mark and Paul both naked. Mark over Paul's lap, with Paul spanking Mark's ass, then fingering his ass hole. He smacked a few times and then fingered, spitting in his crack and working his finger in, tracing a circle inside. Mark was making soft moaning sounds, and Paul was taunting him as he enjoyed himself toying with him. "You like that, little faggot? You ready for your man to make you his bitch yet, or do you want me to play with your pussy some more? I'm going to show you what it's like to get fucked by a real man, bitch." Just then they realized that I was in the room. My mouth gaped open as I struggled to tell myself that this wasn't happening.
Paul stared at me for a moment then hooked his thumbs into Mark's crack, forcing his cheeks apart, and he started to say something, but I never heard him. I closed the door and went back to my car. I knew where I was going now, despite the fact that the idea still hadn't completely developed. I was going to try to get that hose right now and drive back to Joe's farm. The rest I would work out on the way.
Mark tells his side
Sure I felt bad about being caught with Paul. But face it, even though Jack had given me what I wanted, he just wasn't exciting anymore. I thought I wanted him to treat me like a person, not a fag sub and I enjoyed the sex with him for a while but that soon faded as I began to realized that something was missing. When I came across Paul in the showers that day, I thought of the parade of guys and girls that he seemed to attract. As I stared at his big uncut cock, I remembered how he had toyed with that kid's ass in the pub and that old longing returned. I can't explain it, its just something in me, a yearning to be dominated, taken advantage of and without it; the sex just wasn't enough for me. When Jack reinvented himself, I became restless. Paul saw me staring and said, "Jack's not taking care of you, baby?"
I smiled at him, my best princess Di look, concentrating on his cock, and he said, no sense just looking, boy, take it in your hand. Well I did, and when he asked me what I could do for him, I told him that Jack was away for the weekend and I didn't like to be alone. "Lead the way, baby", caressing my buns as we walked naked to our room. Easing me onto my back on the bed, he stood over me, his dick hanging down inches from my face. "Go ahead, baby, take a good look, check out my foreskin before I get hard and it retracts. And I definitely am on my way to some major wood, baby, I can't wait to have my cock down your throat."
Eager to explore him, I took his dick in my hand and just felt the skin, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger, then sticking my tongue inside. A combination of tastes and smells hit me. Sweat dried piss and precum made his cock so appealing to me that I got an instant boner. Jack's crotch had that same sort of smell and taste in the morning, but the foreskin enclosing Paul's cock head must intensify all that male musk that turned me on so much.
Too soon, his cock was standing fully erect and proud, long, thick, and now hoodless. "OK, baby get ready to suck some cock now, I think I'll use your throat before I breed your boy pussy. Here", and he positioned me with my head hanging over the bed. "This way, I can ram my cock down into your throat, faggot, it's the only way I'll be able to have a straight shot into it without bumping against the roof of your mouth all the time. Otherwise, I'll have to put up with a lot of gagging and choking, so get ready."
His domineering attitude had me willing to do whatever he thought would give him some pleasure. It was all very matter of fact, no questions involved, no answers necessary. I was there to satisfy whatever whim occurred to him and my only acceptable answer was to obey, and do it willingly at that. He stood with his balls hanging close to my eyes as he crouched to insert his cock into me, pausing for a few moments as I slurped on the head. Then he began to ease more and more of himself into me. As the head probed at the entrance to my windpipe, I resisted the impulse to gag; remembering that he didn't like that.
He had to use some pressure, but my throat expanded enough to allow his cock head to penetrate it, reminding me of the sensation when my anal ring would finally yield to a cock's invasion.
"Yea, he bellowed, I'm into you all the way, you little faggot cum dump. Damn, your throat looks so good stuffed with a cock; I'm going to have to bring my camera next time." Now, if you have ever been in this situation, you will realize that it's impossible to suck when you are impaled this way. But then he withdrew some, and I quickly began to suckle him. He played with my tits for a while, twisting my nipples, sometimes painfully. But I was past that, completely enthralled by the whole erotic experience. Without realizing it, my own dick suddenly erupted, squirting my load up into the air, and landing all over me. I continued to ooze cum when he yelled out, "Yea, aaaaaa, ooh fuck, and blasted his cum into my mouth. I swallowed to keep from choking, until he told me to just hold it in my mouth. After resting for a minute, he sat down on my desk chair and indicated for me to get over his lap. That's where I was when Jack came in.
Now back to Jack
Fortunately, the auto parts store was still open. I explained what I needed to the guy at the counter, who looked out the window and asked if it was for that car, pointing toward mine, parked out front. He returned in a few minutes with the hose, I paid him and left, heading for the farm. Passing a Burger King, I stopped to buy some whoppers and fries. Joe had said something about a late lunch and despite being upset about Mark and Paul, I was starved.
I went back to Joe's place and knocked. No answer, but his truck was parked outside, so I tried the door, it was open, and I called out, asking if he was there. Then I recognized the sound of a shower, which stopped just then. Joe? I called again, yea, hang on a second will ya? He came out wrapped in a towel, surprised to see me, hey dude, come in. I said that I had brought some burgers and was hoping we could kind of, hang out tonight. I didn't fool him, he knew by the tone of my voice that something was wrong. But he just grinned and said, sure, dude. Relax while I get some clothes on, grab a coke or a beer if you want.
He returned with a beer of his own, sitting beside me in some clean jeans and a tee. Here's to us, guy, tapping his bottle against mine. I swear he was reading my mind when he told me that he hoped I was going to spend the night, since we would probably have a few more beers with the burgers. He seemed content with a little small talk putting me at ease, then getting us another round. This time he sat closer with an arm around my shoulder, and soon I was spilling my guts out to him. He was that kind of guy, it seemed so natural to be with him and to get all this off my chest.
Finally he said, let's get something to eat, you'll feel better. He attacked his food, and I did a job on mine to, sitting at his kitchen table. When we finished he said, "You didn't shock me, Jack. I'm no altar boy myself. I knocked a girl up when we were 19. She had a miscarriage, which turned out to be not so bad because I wasn't ready for the responsibility of being a dad, and I was too selfish to be a decent husband. I've fucked around with guys some too. When my dad died I realized that I had to shape up and I've been trying hard since. It seems like we have some things in common."
Well, I spent the night with him, and in the morning we had bacon and eggs which he cooked. We didn't have any real sex that night, but he held me in his arm and kissed me goodnight. I woke the next day feeling like I had been reborn.
I took the job with Big Brothers that summer, after finishing that semester living at his house and commuting to classes on campus. I saw Mark, told him that I understood, and pretty much avoided my old crowd. Joe and I spent every weekend together, alternating between my parent's place and his. Of course my parents loved him and I got the courage to tell them that I was gay and that Joe and I planned to live together after I had finished my summer job. If they were disappointed in me, they never showed any sign of it. I think they had noticed that I had turned some corner in my life.
And that just about brings us up to date. I'm still undecided about returning to school next year, but that can wait. Right now, I'm looking forward to the weekend.
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