Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 2
By arthur990x
Chris couldn't believe what he had just witnessed. His roommate and pledge brother for next semester just bottomed for some hipster grad student. "What a fucking fag," thought Chris. "How many times has Jay drooled over my cock in the showers or licked his chops staring at my ass while I was changing? Sick."
He watched as Jay got out of bed and headed out of the room. "Probably heading to the bathroom to douche," Chris decided, as he lay in bed contemplating how to handle this new development. There was no way things could go on like normal. You can't have a homo for a roommate and expect life to continue as is. Change is necessary.
Chris slid his hand from behind his head, along his pecs, past his granite abs, down to his quickly inflating cock. He liked to pump it while thinking--just to get the juices flowing. A few wanks later came a stroke of genius. He felt a smile come across his face as he said aloud, "Perhaps this won't be so bad after all." He tweaked his nipples with his left hand and continued pleasuring himself . . .
Jay turned the shower on and let the cold water cascade over his body. "What the fuck just happened?" he thought. A day ago, no, a few hours ago he was a jock stud in the most stereotypical sense of the term. He chugged beer, fucked chicks, and definitely wouldn't have cum while some guy rammed a dick in his ass! He slammed his fist against the wall hard, frustrated and thoroughly confused. He grabbed the soap and started to clean the semen off himself, contemplating the night?s events. Another dude, if that prissy-ass hippie even qualified as such, had just used his butt like a man should use a pussy: For pleasure and dominance. And Jay, no matter how much he wanted to deny it, had actually enjoyed the experience . . .
Chris pumped harder thinking about the potential "opportunities" that arise from having a queer roomie--especially one who doesn't want others to know. A maid to keep the room clean, a "study buddy" to write his papers, a butler to do his laundry, a . . . holy shit! Chris started humping his hand at the thought: A mouth to take care of his carnal urges . . .
When Jay started soaping up his crack, he had a disgusting thought. "No," he told himself. "There?s no way I'm doing that." But he couldn't deny that he desperately wanted to recreate that feeling in his ass--that amazing sensation Adam created by rubbing his cock against Jay's "clit." Jay shuddered at the thought, not only at the idea that his butt was some kind of cunt but also at the prospect of massaging that awesome spot so soon after a powerful orgasm. Again he was torn. "But this time," he thought, "I'm alone and the exploration is on my terms." So reluctantly yet passionately, Jay inserted his soapy middle finger in his ass and started probing for his G-spot. He fumbled awkwardly at first, wondering if he had just imagined the whole thing to cover up the experience of getting butt fucked by another man. But Jay kept rubbing and searching and exploring his ass for that magic spot. When he found it, he nearly collapsed, falling against the shower wall for support, arching his back and jutting his ass out toward his finger--just as he did toward Adam's cock just hours before. Similarly, he hadn't touched his dick yet he was harder than he can remember being in a long time. He used his left hand to spread one cheek and inserted a second finger. As he thought about Adam's assault on his ass, he began humping his fingers as best he could . . .
Chris was getting close, wailing away on his cock as he contemplated the idea of having his own personal suck slave. Girls were reluctant to take his 7" cock, not necessarily because of the length but because of its massive girth. He started playing with his nuts--rubbing, pulling, stretching. Soon they'd be spit deep in Jay's mouth, and he would look like a squirrel storing for winter. "Jay won't have much a choice, will he?" thought Chris. "No prick is too thick for a flamer. Fags are God's gift to straight men for putting up with bitchy women who won't give head." He could feel that familiar sensation building up in his balls, but he knew there was one more thing he wanted to think about to top off this orgasm--that one thought that would send him over the edge . . .
Jay inserted a third finger and let out a sound that he could only describe as "that bitch-in-heat sound that Betty Wilder made when I pounded her pussy for the first time in 8th grade." But he was beyond caring at this point. The only thing that concerned him was the building pressure in his sack and the impending explosion, his second of the night. He furiously fingered himself like a single chick watching "Grey's Anatomy." It would only be a few more seconds . . .
Chris thought to himself, as his spunk welled in his shaft, "After I'm done feeding him my babymakers, it's only fair that I get to use his butt like the vagina it was meant to be. I'm gonna plant me some seed, motherfucker!" With that, Chris's entire body tensed . . .
Jay shoved his fingers in hard and with one final press against his magic spot, his entire body shook and he fell to his knees in an almost religious gesture . . .
Chris grunted and sent a stream of white rope over his chest and abs, his body spasming almost like he was doing crunches, each thrust jettisoning more cum from his tightened balls. Chris imagined himself brutalizing Jay's hole, pounding it like his girlfriends wouldn't allow. All the while he heard Jay in his head screaming, "More! Harder! Fuck me deeper!" Chris would oblige . . .
Jay literally screamed, like he couldn't the first time he experienced this type of orgasm. He never once touched his dick yet it spewed semen on the wall like a Jackson Pollock painting. Jay continued riding his hand through the entire experience, enthralled by the gripping sensation his sphincter created around his digits. He even sad down on his hand and bounced up and down, hoping to continue the pleasure. He never wanted this experience to end, yet at the same time the slightest feeling of guilt entered his mind, as if this was something he, a future fraternity brother with ATO, should not be doing. Regardless, he milked the sensation for all it was worth as he slowly came down off his high . . .
Chris experienced no guilt. He rubbed his dick until it was soft, a maniacal smile still draped from ear to ear. He was going to put his faggy roommate in his place. And that place is either on his knees worshipping a real man?s cock or on his back taking it like bitch on her honeymoon. Chris grabbed one of Jay's shirts on the floor and began cleaning himself up . . .
Jay slowly pulled his fingers from his ass, incredibly disgusted by their scent, and washed them thoroughly. As he turned around to grab the soap again, he fell back against the wall, startled by the sight of his residence assistant (RA), Amir, standing against the opposite wall wearing nothing but a towel, his dark skin a deep contrast to the white, cement wall.
"What's up, Jay?" Amir asked with a laugh.
"How long have you been . . . "
"Long enough, my friend. Long enough." Amir dropped the towel, revealing a meaty uncut cock, and headed to the shower right next to Jay's. "You have one hell of a sensitive man-gina, bro. You came pretty hard without even touching yourself. That's pretty impressive. The Gods must have installed a clitoris where your prostate was supposed to go." He laughed at his own joke and began washing his hair.
Jay was mortified and sprinted out of the bathroom without drying off. Amir simply shouted over his shoulder, "I'll see ya around, bro," and started soaping up his pride and joy . . .
Chris got out of bed, naked, to partake in a post-cum pee, content with starting his plan in the A.M., allowing Jay the honor of taking care of his morning wood . . .
Jay hurried down the hall, naked and dripping wet, muttering to himself, "That was the end of it. The beginning and the end. This has got to stop. It was an experiment and now it's over. Lots of guys experiment in college, right? Well, I'm through. I'm not gay. I'm not a homo. I'm not a fag. I don't like stuff in my ass. Done. The End. Finished."
He reached his room, grabbed the doorknob, and was surprised as it opened. Both boys stood there staring at each other--both naked and wet, one from a shower and one from sweat. Jay suddenly realized the awkwardness and covered himself. Chris leaned against the doorway and let his meat sway in the breeze.
Jay broke the silence. "I hope I didn't wake you earlier," he said. "I, uh, was having a bad dream and thrashing around and stuff. You know how it is. Stressed about finals. Heh."
Chris just stared him down for what seemed like forever. He finally answered, changing the mood completely, "Nah, dude, I was passed out. Got wasted with the ATOs earlier. You couldn't have woken me up if you having sex with a banshee, man." He playfully jabbed Jay in the ribs. "Nah. I'm just up 'cause I have to take a wicked piss. You know how this thing is," he said as he grabbed his junk and pointed it at Jay. "Basically runs your life, dude, from morning till night. Piss, fuck, cum, and do it all over again. All day. Forever."
Silence.
"Anyway, dude," Chris said, "I'm gonna go drain the lizard. I'll catch up with you in the morning. Get some sleep, dude. You look like you need it." With that he walked past Jay, gave him a slap on the ass, and trotted naked down the hall, naked, to the bathroom.
Jay was stunned, a bit confused, but confident that Chris hadn't heard anything. When he passes out after drinking, you could hold a rave in the room and he wouldn't notice.
Jay quickly changed his sheets, climbed into bed, and fell fast asleep, relieved to know that all of this would be history when he woke up.
END OF PART 2
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Hope you enjoyed part 2 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 3 and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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