I sat there for a while, occasionally sipping my coffee. I actually pictured Blake naked, and felt my cock swell at the image. Then it swelled more as I thought that I might well get to compare my image to the real thing this afternoon.
Man, I was just one fucked up guy. And it had all started because of my roommate! What would college have been like if I hadn't met Hank to begin with?
I went off to class in a daze with images of Blake running through my mind. In class, I kept seeing is enigmatic smile and those eyes. I kept imagining that I saw a bulge in the crotch of his pants and wondered what it would be like to see him naked. I saw pictures of his chest and crotch as I thought they might look.
I realized in a flash that three fourths of my class had slipped by while I daydreamed about Blake. I tried to pay attention and write down the assignments. I packed up my stuff and headed off to lunch.
As I ate my Hank approved lunch, I wondered what Blake would think if he watched Hank and I together. I imagined Blake watching as I first sucked Hank and then let him fuck me. What would Blake's reaction be?
I was rock hard by the time I finished my dream and my lunch. I adjusted myself and carried my pack in front of me while I headed off to my next class. I stopped at the men's room to take a leak. My cock was still hard, but no one was around, so I pulled it free and ran my hand up and down the length, thinking what it would feel like if Blake was doing that.
I nearly jumped when the door opened. I furiously tried to get my cock back into my shorts before the guy came in and stood and the urinal next to me. I was fumbling around, but he didn't seem to notice. He just stood back about 6 inches from the urinal, unzipped, pulled out his cock and began to piss very loudly. I shoot my eyes to the right without moving my head and caught a glimpse of the head of his cock and he held it. It was large and looked good enough to eat. Damn! I was getting so fixated on sex, again.
I got myself together, washed my hands and went off to class. In class, my cock didn't subside, it stayed hard and I continued to see Blake in various sexual situations, him fucking me, me sucking him, me posing nude for him and stroking, him posing nude and pissing.
I had adjusted my cock so it was going down the leg of my shorts when I had arrived in class. About two thirds of the way through class and I looked up and saw a girl on the opposite side of the room staring at my crotch and realized she could probably see at least the head of my cock up the leg of my shorts.
I moved my legs together to cut off the view and saw her look up at me. I blushed and so did she. She went back to busily making notes. I felt very self conscious. I looked to her left and saw a guy looking at me. He had a big smile on his face. He had seen the whole thing! Was he laughing at me? I was so embarrassed.
I tried to concentrate again on what the instructor was saying, but immediately got lost in thoughts of sex again. I wondered again what the guy across the way was thinking. I tried to look up without being obvious. I saw that he had his legs spread wide and his baggy shorts pulled up in such a way that I could look up the legs and see his cock. It wasn't exactly hard, but it wasn't soft either. It was in that in-between state of swelling. While I looked it twitched a bit and I raised my eyes. He was smiling at me again. Shit! I looked back down to my desk and tried to listen. I did manage to write down what was on the board.
But as soon as class was over, I packed up my stuff and tried to get out the door without looking anyone in the eye. As I went through the door, I felt a hand encircle my bicep and pull me out of the doorway. I looked up and saw the guy who had been observing me grinning at me as he released my arm. He had pulled me so I was standing next to him, our backs against the wall.
He spoke slightly above a whisper and said, "I saw you looking in there and I wondered if you liked what you saw?" He reached down and squeezed my ass as he finished the question. I rose up on my toes and looked at him surprised. My cock was pushing the leg of my shorts out. He massaged my ass, moving his hand from one cheek to the other. He continued on, "I know I liked what I saw."
I blushed and was so off guard, I had no idea what to say. I stammered out, "I, ah, you, I mean. I am sorry, I am late," I managed and began to move away from him and his hand.
He patted my ass as I left and said, "I'll look forward to `seeing' you tomorrow." The way he said it, I could see the quotation marks around seeing. I felt heat rise in my cheeks and I walk on trying to keep my pack in front of me. I nearly walked into a group of students because I was mentally processing all that had happened.
My hand was shaking as I pushed the door open and headed outside. In the bright sunlight, I stopped and took some deep breaths. Why was I getting so wound up? This was like the first couple of days with Hank; I couldn't get sex off of my mind. I had certainly had plenty yesterday.
My phone beeped and I took it out of my pocket and saw that it was a text message from Blake telling me we were all set for 3 pm. My hand shook again as I closed the phone and put it back in my pocket. Shit! It was already 2:30 and by the time I got there it would be 2:45, so I took some deep breaths and tried to calm myself.
As I got to the quad, there was a large group of student gathered. I stopped and tried to get in a position to see what was going on. There was hooting and calls going on. I finally saw that a guy was streaking the quad, racing from one side to the other naked except for his shoes. He was a skinny red headed guy and his dick was small and drawn up against his groin as he ran from across the quad to our side. People were taking out their phones to get a quick pic of him, or to call people to let them know what was going on. There was a lot of laughing and ribbing going on, guys commenting on the size of his dick or how fast he was going. And the girls were yelling for him to slow down and show more.
He did a kind of jump turn with 3 hops and skip, so that he had shown everyone everything, then he tore up the steps to the building and inside. Some of his friends had clothes for him. You could see him through the window putting on his shorts and laughing.
It was a tradition that every student had to streak the quad and most did it during their freshman year, including the girls. I was not looking forward to my time, nor did I particularly want to see naked girls running. But seeing naked guys got me turned on.
I think most people did it at night. Seeing this guy had brought it back to me. Hank had me do it early in the morning, running around a bit on the edge of campus naked, but this was broad daylight, middle of the day, middle of the quad. It made me hard to think of doing it in front of a group of people like this.
I shook my head, held my pack in front of me and headed off to the art building. My mind was a whirl of sexual thoughts. I was going to be a mess for this photo assignment and didn't know how I could get out of it. Blake would be disappointed, but I couldn't parade around in front of him in the state I was. Or could I? That was a new thought for me. A bunch of guys had seen me hard and had enjoyed it and I had gotten off on it.
Would it bother him? What would he say? Should I just go for it? The image of his enigmatic smile as he saw my hard cock made my cock twitch again. I shook my head again as I dodged around a student that I had almost run into in my daydreaming.
By the time I got to the department, I was sweating. It was running down from my arm pits and I could tell I had a sheen of sweat on my upper lip. I licked it clean and realized my nerves were on edge. I felt like a loose electric wire was around. I could feel it in the air, my whole body shivered in a state of nervousness. I felt my teeth chattering.
Jim looked up and smiled when he saw me, "Oh, a little moon-lighting! Private sessions for fellow students! Uh, huh! Yeah, sure! Does Hank know what you are up to?" He asked and smiled. I knew he wasn't being vicious but it stung just as well. I felt I was cheating on Hank, even though he had encouraged this meeting.
"Ah, yeah," I managed as I put my pack in the locker with my back to Jim. I quickly undressed, grabbed a robe and wrapped it around me, trapping my cock. I turned to see that Jim had been watching me.
"Thanks honey, for the great view of your ass. It is always appreciated." He smiled and looked at me as if he was looking over imaginary glasses. He was always a kick to be around. He was so outwardly and obviously gay. I didn't feel that I came across that way. I always pictured myself as the introverted geeky kind of a guy. But Hank kept working on my fitness and health and saying how hot I looked. And I kept being asked to model for various art classes. I smiled to myself, maybe I was looking more like a typical college guy.
He gave me the location of my session. It wasn't in the room where all the other sessions had taken place. He directed me down the hall. I felt a bit conspicuous walking down the hall of the school in just a robe, knowing I was naked underneath it.
I arrived at the room. Blake was there working on lights. He smiled when he saw me. He closed the door behind me. I saw that the entire room was painted a flat black and that the lights were positioned nearly parallel to the back wall creating stark shadows of anything at the front of the room. Other than that the room was featureless; no windows, bulletin boards, or pictures. The door didn't even have the typical little window in it.
"Shall we get started then?" Blake asked. I looked at him. He was wearing a white t-shirt and baggy khaki cargo shorts. I saw his flip-flops in the corner of the room with his pack.
I stood there for a moment longer. I was still hard and didn't know how he would respond to it. "I'm, ah, I mean, I have, ah," Shit! Would I ever quit this gee golly gosh stammering thing?! "I'm sorry; I am a bit aroused at the moment." I looked down at the floor as I said this, embarrassed.
"A little wood won't hurt the pictures. And it isn't as if I haven't ever see a hard dick before." It was as if he was trying to make me feel at ease. That was considerate of him. I self-consciously undid my robe, removed it and looked for a place to put it. I noticed a couple of hooks on the wall beside the door. I hung up the robe and turned around. I wanted to cover myself, but figured what the heck.
Blake was standing there looking at me. His smile broadened, "Perfect. You will do great for these shots." He picked up his camera and made some adjustments. "You know I have wanted to work with you since I saw you the first time. I consider this a great honor that you have agreed to do this for me."
This flustered me; I didn't know how to respond.
"Come on over here and let's get you positioned for the first set of shots."
I followed his direction and he had me sit cross-legged on the floor at the front of the room, knees up, arms sorted of folded across them. He got on the floor and positioned himself for a straight on shot. "Raise your legs a bit." I realized he wanted to see my entire cock between the crossings of my legs. It would certainly be a study in angles and contrasts.
He worked on the camera a bit and began to take some pictures. Between shots I asked him, "So do you have a girlfriend?" I don't know what possessed me to asked that.
His smiled broadened again, "I had my way with a couple, as they would say. But there are some guys that catch my eye and I just want to spend my time with them." He looked me in the eye when he said this.
"I am in the Air Force ROTC program and just getting into the fitness routines. And every time we finish up our PT ^Ö physical training ^Ö we all end up in the showers. And there are some pretty decent looking guys there. I enjoy looking at a great-looking, naked guy!"
I tightened my stomach and my cock moved and I made it flex again. He smiled again. "Tell me about your boyfriend," he said as he moved over and repositioned my legs and arms. I felt the heat of his hands, it felt good.
This was something I could talk about for a long time! "He is really great. He is my roommate. He calls me his little brother. He tells me what I can eat, when to exercise, what to wear and when to study. He really keeps me in line."
"Sounds a bit controlling," Blake said as he took a couple more pictures.
I guess I had made it sound that way, but Hank wasn't really controlling was he?
"No, I mean, he has helped me learn so much about myself, about men and," I paused a bit and looked him in the face, "you know sex."
"Like what?" he asked as he moved back over to me changing my position again: hands on my arms, legs, head, shoulders and back.
"Well, man to man sex," I hesitated and thought what the heck, he said he likes guys too, "sucking and fucking. And what turns a guy on."
"So you have fucked him?"
"No, only he has fucked me. He has had me fuck a couple of other guys."
"And has he sucked you?"
"Yes, but mostly I take care of him. I want to please him. I want to do anything for him."
Blake continued to question me as he took shots and positioned me. I was now on my back propped up a bit on my elbows with my legs still a bit akimbo. He was taking pictures looking through my legs towards my head.
"What kinds of things has he had you do for him?"
I told him about our runs and how he has had me run naked, our sessions at the changing room in the store and in the library.
"Wow, sounds like he is just using you." That stung! It wasn't true!
"No, you don't understand. He is just having me do these things so I can experience lots of different kinds of situations to find out what I like and don't like." I was trying to think fast and put Hank in a better light. "I mean he helped me raise money for a digital camera."
"Wow, how did he do that?" he arranged me again, this time his hand bumping against my cock as he positioned my hips. I closed my eyes and make my cock bob up and down a bit. "None of that, now hold still," there was laughter in his voice.
I told him about the photos, the auctions and the bets.
"That all sounds a bit demeaning to me. I mean where is your dignity, man?"
"No, you don't understand. I like taking directions from him. It turned me on. And he was helping me learn about myself."
He moved over and had me get up on my hands and knees. He moved my hips and moved my legs wider. He moved my hips back more and then had me looked down and back between my legs. As I looked at him, I realized my ass was now wide open and on display.
"Still sounds like he was abusing you and making you do some pretty low things. I mean posting pictures of you, with a jock over your face, covered in cum. That's pretty raunchy." He took a couple of pictures and then moved back and repositioned my back so it didn't arch so much. I closed my eyes and concentrated on how wonderful his touch felt. "And he doesn't give you any privacy?"
"No, he stands next to me when I piss." I thought and added, "And he is always in the room when I take a dump."
"Wow, that is pretty rude, taking away not only your dignity, but your pride and privacy. And you say he is your boyfriend?"
"No, you don't understand. He makes me ride around naked in his car, so I will get off on it. And he is in the bathroom with me so I will overcome my piss shyness." I was becoming very defensive now. This wasn't coming out right at all and every time I tried to get it right, he had his hands on me repositioning me.
"What is some young girl saw you naked and hard in the car? Or some little old lady? What would they think about this sexual pervert? And this whole piss thing, I don't get it. Has he ever tried to get you to taste his piss?"
He made it sound so vulgar. When I didn't answer, I knew he knew the answer. Damn, this was making Hank out to be a real bastard and I didn't see him like that.
"His brother's treated him this way and he is trying to make me feel like his brother and I like that. I never had a brother."
"So just because his brother's sexually abused him, you think he should abuse you?" He turned me around and rolled my legs back and over, so that my knees were near my shoulders. I tilted my head back and looked at Blake as he positioned his camera.
"No, he wasn't abused. They shave him as a rite of passage thing. I mean one of his brothers is gay and they have had sex together." As soon as I said that, I regretted it.
"So incest is okay." He adjusted his camera and then said, "Reach up and grip your ass cheeks. I looked up and realized my cock was just inches from my mouth. And my open ass was pointing directly at him as he shot a couple more pics. "And the reason you are shaved is that he got shaved by his brothers so he wanted you to go through the same torment?"
"No, you don't understand. You are making him seem like some kind of sexual ogre and he isn't. He is caring and understanding and compassionate and all. He is not trying to take advantage of me at all. He is always telling me I don't have to do things if I don't want to." I told him about the bathroom scene with the plunger, the rubber and all. And how Hank had wanted me to walk out into the hall naked and hard and I had said no and he was fine with that.
"Yet, if you had walked out into the hall, naked and hard, he would have let you lose your dignity to all the students and teachers who could have seen. Not to mention the whole degrading thing of fucking yourself with a toilet plunger in a public place. I mean a boyfriend should look out for your best interests, he should be there to protect you, to give you what you need, to not let you do things that will hurt you and to let you do things, even though they might not be what you want."
He came back and moved me around into another position and once again I felt the warmth of his touch as he positioned me. I began to ache for a release from the sexual tension I was feeling.
"I mean, if I had a boyfriend and he wanted to go to a classical concert and I wasn't into that, I would go with him, to show him I loved him and could enjoy the things he enjoyed. Or at least I would try to enjoy them."
"But Hank does that for me. He knows what turns me on, more than even I do. I mean one time he arranged for these guys to be in the room when I came back. Then he made me strip for them, suck him and then he fucked me while they watched. They made cat calls and rude remarks about it and all. It was terribly humiliating. But he had done it just for me. He knew those things turned me on."
"But don't you see, he just demeaned you and humiliated you and put you down in front of a bunch of his friends. He was just using you to give them a show. `Watch guys and see what I can get my roommate to do.' I mean that's what it sounds like to me."
No! That wasn't the case! Was it? No, Hank wouldn't do that to me. He wasn't like all those guys in high school. He cared about me, right? This was really messing with my emotions. I was on edge sexually with all the contact with Blake and then all this second guessing Hank and analyzing his actions was getting to me. My eyes filled and I didn't know what to do.
Through my blurry vision I noticed something around Blake's neck. "What's that?" I was hoping to change the subject.
"It is Spanish coin. I got it when I was in Florida. It is supposed to be from a sunken treasure ship. I never take it off. I have made myself a promise. I will not take it off until I find the person I am going to spend the rest of my life with, then I will give it to him." He smiled.
That was so romantic! He repositioned me once again and it seemed his hands lingered longer on me. He was so tender. Was he right about Hank?
He took a couple more shots. "So what other things has Hank let' you do?" His emphasis on the let' was obvious. I didn't know how to answer. I realized anything I said would sound damning. If I mentioned walking down the halls naked, or pissing in the library, or hiking naked, or any of those things, they would sound demeaning and degrading.
He was leaning over me, his face inches from mine as he got me into some new position. My eyes had filled again. His eyes were searching my face. His wispy mustache and beard were such a contrast to Hank's ever present five o'clock shadow. His piercing blue eyes. That cute little dimple. They were all too much.
He moved a bit closer and let his lips brush mine. I moaned. I ached for this. I responded and raised my head a bit to increase the pressure of the kiss. Then he increased it. He opened his mouth and my tongue ventured in.
Then it was as if a dam broke. I couldn't get enough of him. My hands ran over his body and kissed his neck and felt the coarseness of the hairs there. He was responding in kind, pressure for pressure. I pulled his t-shirt off over his head and looked at his chest, with its just dusting of hair down the center. Just like the hair on his face wispy, just enough to have some.
I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked on it. He moaned and licked my neck. I shivered and my whole body felt like it was touching a live electrical wire. My hard cock was poking him in the stomach.
He moved so he could take one of my nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it as I had done his. My hands were squeezing his ass and roving all over.
I rolled him over so he was under me. I reached down and struggled to open his shorts. I got them open and worked them down. I used my feet and toes to push them completely off of him. He was touching me in a thousand places at once.
I caught a glimpse of grey and blue striped boxer briefs that were prominently tented. I worked with the waistband until they too were somewhere down at his ankles. We ground our crotches together.
We rolled around kissing and feeling everything everywhere. I gripped his cock and squeezed. His body was lean and hard, but not as muscularly defined as Hanks. I had to taste his cock. I moved down his stomach, stopping at his little inny navel, licking it.
He had tan lines showing he wore some kind of short boxer brief style shorts when he was in the sun. His bush was as sparse and spare as his hair elsewhere. I inhaled the scent of him. I smelled soap, musk, and something else. It made my cock swell. His cock was full, thick, cut and at least seven inches long. The head was a darker pink than the rest. A thick vein coursed around it.
I gripped it tightly and licked the head. Man, it tasted good. I licked it and swirled my tongue around the head. Then I moved down and buried my nose in his balls and drank in his smell. I took each ball, one at a time into my mouth and swirled them around. He moaned and continued to caress the parts of my body he could get to.
I wanted all of his cock. I wanted it inside me; I wanted to be inside him. He made a major move and was soon doing the same to my cock, driving me wild.
It became a frenzy then of hands, feet, cock, balls, mouths and asses. I think I tasted every part of him. Our lips would find each other now and then and we would lock in a passionate kiss. Everything one did the other did. Nothing was left unexplored, but it happened in a kaleidoscope of gropings.
At one point my cock was buried to the hilt in him and another time he was in me. We couldn't get enough of each other. At one point we knocked over a light, laughed and went back to fondling, kissing and rubbing.
Finally, my eagerness and lust got the best of me and I covered him in a bath of cum. I mean it gushed, shot, pulsed and flowed, seemingly all at the same time. In the moment I heard my moans intermingled with his and felt his warm cum added to the pools that were forming between us. I gripped him and held him close and kissed him deeply, tasting his tonsils!
Then the fog of lust lifted and I opened my eyes and realized what I had just done. I felt terrible. I had betrayed Hank! Why had I done this with such abandon? It wasn't like one of Hank's planned sexual excursions for me; this had been a passionate plunge into sex and lust. Had it been an act of love, or just sex?
Shit! I didn't know what to think. I moved to free myself from Blake. I sprang up, grabbed my robe and shakily put it on. I couldn't look at Blake. I heard him calling my name and I wouldn't turn to look at him. Once my robe was on, I fumbled with the door and lock and finally got it open. I was now crying as I tried to walk and run at the same time.
I headed down the hall to the office and my clothes. I heard Blake say, "Wait, please Kyle, wait!" I turned and saw Blake standing in naked in the hallway. He looked so abandoned.
I turned and tried to get to the office as quickly as I could.
What a fuck up I was! Shit! I had really screwed things up now. What was I going to tell Hank? What about what Blake had said about Hank? Was any of it true? And how would I know? What was up with Blake? What was up with Hank? Shit!
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