The Kid at the Bar Part 4 By botpuppy@aol.com
The carved inscription read Hutchinson Dormitory, but everyone on campus knew it as the jock dorm. It was easily the tallest building on campus, situated on the river, and close by the Hutchinson gym, football stadium, ice rink, and every sports facility on campus, all with the Hutchinson inscription.
As I approached it, I stroked Jack's cock strap, still buckled snugly on my wrist. Was that going to be the latest buzz among my friends, or would it be ignored? I hadn't declared myself to be gay, and I wasn't really sure that I was. I know I thrilled to Jack's strength, his dick and even his smell. If that made me gay then let it be. His finger alone had caused me to have the most satisfying orgasm that I can remember, and even though that was only an hour ago, my dick was erect in my jeans again. I was glad that I didn't wear any briefs, I somehow felt sexier this way.
When I got to the entrance of the dorm tried my student ID, which was required for entry into the dorms, but the machine rejected it, and a buzzer sounded softly inside. In a minute, an uniformed guard rang me in, examined my card and asked if was expected. I answered yes, by Jack Collins, room 1510. He asked me to wait and dialed the phone, then "A Mark Johnson for Jack Collins, shall I send him up?" After a brief conversation, he told me that it was OK to go up and directed me to one of the elevators. I got in and looked around to press 15, but couldn't find any control panel. Then the elevator doors closed and it moved up quickly, stopping at 15 and the doors opened automatically.
I got out, and the doors closed. Apparently, visitors were admitted and allowed to go only to the authorized floor, A loudspeaker announced softly, "1510, second suite on the right." The security camera overhead blinked and followed me as I knocked. Another long minute, then, "Yeah, Mark, be there in a flash."
The door opened and I saw not Jack, but another Adonis, this one blond. He wore nothing but cut- off jeans, showing off a smooth, broad muscular chest and a pair of long legs dusted with fine blond hairs. My mind raced at the thought of losing my cherry in a threesome. He flashed me a dazzling smile, and offered his hand. My hand got lost in a roughly callused paw in a firm grasp. "I'm Jack's room mate, Steve Johnson. Funny, we have the same names, maybe we're related somehow. Jack just called me, he got held up, but he's on his way. Drinks are over there at the bar, help yourself if you're thirsty. It's our season, so I'm off the stuff till the finals. Relax, sit down."
I sat on the sofa and he sat next to me. I'm thinking to myself how much I'd love to be related to him. Maybe these guys perfect their bodies practicing their sport, but those good looks are in the genes. What I'd give for a face like his and a body half as good. He had an easy going way, chatting casually and certainly not embarrassed at being half naked with a stranger. Then, "Mark, I have some shit to take care of. The place is yours, use the stereo or TV if you want, or you can wait in Jack's bedroom and get ready if you want. His room is over there", pointing to the open door on the left.
I got up and waked around the living room, wondering what he meant by getting ready. Without his saying so, I got the idea that an 11 PM visitor was not unusual and they came for the same reason that I was here. I walked out onto the balcony and enjoyed the view of the river. The balcony ran the full length of the suite, with other doors on either side of the living room.
I walked over to the door to Jack's room, and opened it. A king size bed, built- in drawers and closets, and a bathroom. The bed was unmade, and there were clothes scattered here and there, where he had left them. No doubt this was Jack's room, his scent was everywhere. I smiled as I realized that it was becoming my favorite. I was about to tidy the room up some, but then I had a flash, and impulsively began to strip. Yeah, I'll get ready, what a great idea. I slipped out of my loafers, and dropped my jeans. I bent over and was about to pull them off, and then I heard him.
"Hey, where is everybody?" And then he was standing in the doorway, with a half grin on his face. "Hey kid, great way to greet a man. Perfect, now don't move a muscle", and he caressed my buns as I stood bent over with my jeans around my ankles. Then I felt him tracing his finger on my ass crack, was he going to fuck me right now? When this started, I was only looking to suck a guy's dick for the first time. Things were moving fast.
But no, it wasn't going to happen, at least now. "OK kid, finish what you started", and as he grasped my waist I stepped out of my jeans before I felt over. Now, naked except for my shirt, I once again felt his strong arm pull me close against him, my cheek snuggled on his pec. His tee was damp with perspiration, as if he had been exercising, and his smell even more intense. I had heard about guys using poppers to stimulate themselves during sex, but this guy had something that stimulated me to a high I had never experienced, and it didn't come in a bottle.
He unbuttoned my shirt, dropping it on the floor, and bent low to kiss and nibble on a nipple, then tilted my chin back to give me another kiss, as insistent as before. I sucked on his tongue and allowed him to explore some more. Then he eased me back till my legs reached his bed and tilted me over into my back. He lay down, then pulled me over on top of him. His hand went to my ass, then his other hand to a nipple, and adjusted my position so that he had easy access to either.
Then I felt his hand on my butt, caressing my bun with his big hand. He got 4 fingers between my ass cheeks and squeezed one hard enough to make me gulp without causing any pain. Then I felt his finger tracing my ass crack again, this time depressing it into me deeper then before. When he got to the bottom where my dick joined my torso, he stroked the sensitive skin there, making me shiver with pleasure. He repeated this over and over again, causing goose bumps all over.
All this time he was pulling on a nipple, grasping it between the tips of his thumb and middle finger. Then his other middle finger began to probe my hole insistently, going deeper with each thrust. He paused when he found what I later learned was my prostate, and massaged it lightly. The feeling was indescribable. I had an urge to shoot my load right then, and I was moaning and squirming on his finger uncontrollably. He would withdraw, tracing little circles in my hole as if to loosen it up, but return to stroking that spot. I was going to lose my jizz at any minute.
Just then, I heard Steve's voice. He was naked this time, drying his hair with a towel. "Hey Jack, you got any rubbers?" "You off to see Sue again, bro? Why a rubber all of a sudden?" "I got a feeling she might be skipping the pill, dude, don't want any trouble 9 months from now, you know." "Take a look in my night table drawer, I'm not sure."
This was almost bizarre. I'm naked with a guy's finger up my ass hole and these two are holding a conversation about one of them impregnating a girl. Steve ignored me altogether as if this kind of thing happened every day. As for me, I must have blushed every shade from pink to crimson as Steve opened the drawer. "Only two left, dude, think you're gonna want 'em tonight?" "Naw, buddy, take 'em. I'm not into being godfather for your kids just yet."
"Thanks dude, I owe ya, hey, can I use your car tonight?" "Sure, hold on a second." And I felt him shifting around under me, reaching into his pocket. I rolled over to make it easier for him, and Steve was watching, but obviously not particularly interested. He stood there naked, his big cock hanging loosely over his balls. His cock was maybe a little shorter than Jack's but even thicker. His balls were dusted with the same blond hair as his legs, and his crotch hairs were only a shade darker than the rest. Jack tossed him the keys, and then, "Thanks bud, that's two I owe ya". And left, leaving the door open as it had been since I first got here.