He pulled out his desk chair, put his boxers on the bed, and moved the monitor, so I could see it as well. He used the mouse and navigated through some files on his computer. He seemed to find the file he was looking for. He double clicked on it. He leaned back smiling as the picture cleared and I realized that it was a picture of me sucking cock! Before I could say anything he clicked the forward button and there was a picture of me being fucked! Oh Shit!
I stood there making fish mouth. No words would come out. I didn't know what to say. Was he going to use these to blackmail me or something? I knew Hank had posted these on a web site, but didn't think that someone on campus would see them. That was probably naïve of me.
He looked at me and smiled. "Cool down, Kyle. I am just trying to show you that I think you are hot! I saw you in my photo class and then ran across these pics on the web. I sit here and drool over them all the time. Well, actually," and he looked chagrined, "I do more than drool."
I saw that his cock had swelled in his lap. I swallowed and asked, "And do you share these with your roommate?"
"Fuck no! As far as he and the rest of the frats are concerned I am straight and on the hunt for snatch all the time." He shrugged and smiled, "Not that there isn't a chance now and then of some `initiation' ritual that might entail something of a homoerotic nature."
"Like what?" I said, now that he had my interest. What was it really like living in the dorms?
He laughed and looked at my crotch and yes my boxers were beginning to fill out. I looked down and he was nearly hard as well.
"In our hazing of the slugs each year there is always the paddling and sometimes the guys get hard during this process. These slugs that are showing are often taken off after much ribbing to `relieve themselves' before returning. They have to jerk off in front a group of brothers to prove their manhood and that they can.
"Then there have been a couple of times, when the slugs have had to jerk off over a pizza and the loser, the one who took the longest having to eat a slice. They are all blindfolded and don't know who won or lost. And each of them are fed a slice of pizza, although we feed them a slice with this gooey slimy, but editable goop. They have gotten the consistency and temperature just right and several guys have gagged and puked after having to eat this."
He smiled again, "I have snuck the `real' cum pizza out and savored the flavor of all of these young men." Hank had told similar stories.
He looked up at me and said, "Do you get to have that kind of sex often?" he said pointing to the slide show of pics that were cycling through on his screen.
It was my turn to laugh, probably because of the beer; but I thought that was funny.
"What?" he asked.
"Hank is my roommate. That's the guy I came here with. He and I are," I paused, "together." That was a lame way of putting it. "He's my boyfriend, my lover." It felt good to say that, but it felt strange to say that to someone I had just met.
"That hunk that did the hand-stand on the keg?" he looked incredulous.
I nodded.
"Fuck, he gets to have one hot looking roommate! So what, you guys go at it like bunnies all the time?" he asked eagerly.
I laughed heartily then. "No, not ALL the time. But it certainly has been a whirlwind first couple of weeks. I am new to this whole man to man sex thing. He has been trying to cram in all the stuff I have never experienced, so yes, he and I have done a few things."
His cock was now pointing at the ceiling, "Like what kinds of things?"
I sat down in the chair next to him as I was feeling the beer. I don't know if he thought this meant I was staying or what, but he jumped up and went over to his fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. He popped the tops and handed me one.
"Go ahead," and then before he started he asked, "Would you take off your boxers, so I can see all of you." He was practically drooling when he asked it.
My mind saw him as me a couple of weeks ago, wanting any kind of sex; any kind of exposure to it. I nodded my head and raising up a bit from the chair I pushed them down and then kicked them to one side.
His eyes went wide and he seemed to fasten on my now rigid cock. "Nice!" He looked up at me, "You were getting ready to tell me what you have Hank have been up to?"
I laughed at his eagerness. "It is probably a bit of everything." I suddenly felt a bit uncomfortable enumerating our sexual escapades. I thought of what had happened when I told Blake. I looked at him. "I mean we have sucked and fucked and jerked and shaved and bathed and been exhibitionists and voyeurs." His eyes got round again and he took another healthy chug of beer. I did as well.
Some reason now, after seeing his reaction I wanted to tell him more. "There are a couple of guys in the dorms that we have played around with and Hank's brother. There have been some three and four ways."
"No way!"
I laughed and said, "Yeah, I watched one guy taking two dicks up his ass at the same time!"
"Oh, fuck!"
I looked and saw that he was dripping precum. He was getting so turned on by this. "Well, you've seen the pictures." I tried to remember all the shots that Hank had posted, but my mind wasn't processing correctly at the moment. And I was getting distracted by his eager cock.
"And all of those things were really happening, they weren't staged?" he was chugging down his beer as he continued to define what we had done.
I took another long swig myself and knew then that it was really affecting me. "Haven't you ever fooled around with a guy?" I asked, to see if he was where I had been a couple of weeks ago.
He finished off his can and said, "Not much really." He paused, "I mean I played around with glory holes here and there, but that just means I got to either jerk a guy off or suck him off, but I would get scared about being caught, so I didn't do that too often." He looked down, "Kind of like I would need a fix, so I would go out and do something and then come back and be afraid that the guy recognized me or something."
He got up and got two more beers and handed me when he returned. His cock was rigid and about 6 or 7 inches long and sprang from a nest of wiry black hair. The trail led up to his navel and then up to a patch in the center of his chest. His butt had a dusting of the same black hair.
I was checking him out as I finished my can and took the second one from him and took a long swallow from it. My mind was become fogged with alcohol and lust. All I could see was his cock with precum glistening on the head.
I shook my head to try and clear it and that didn't help. I took another swallow of beer and that didn't help. I closed my eyes and felt the room spin a bit, that wouldn't do. I opened them and looked at him, "You want me to suck your cock?"
I don't know what possessed me to say that, but it was out there now. Hank was always telling me to experiment. I don't know if his lack of experience was what was driving this or what.
His mouth opened wide, then went to a big smile, "No, but I would love to suck yours!" He reached over and squeezed my cock. I gasped at the heat of his hand and I responded by swelling in his hand and leaking more.
"Did Hank shave you?" he asked using his other hand to play with my balls.
I moaned and said, "The first time, but then the last time was a group of five or six guys." I honestly couldn't remember how many had been there when Thomas did his shaving photo shoot.
"That's so hot man! All those guys having their hands all over you!" He was rubbing my balls around in his hand and slowly stroking my cock. It was driving me crazy! I moaned.
"Have you ever fucked anyone?" He looked at me eagerly.
"Yeah, a couple of guys," I said leaning back, taking another swallow of beer and melting into the chair. Man, it was really hitting me.
"And," he lowered his voice, "have you ever been fucked?"
"Yeah," I said, picturing it in my mind and all the sensations of it came rushing back.
"What is it like?" he asked then bent his head down and lick the precum from my cock.
"Ahhh!" I said in response to his warm mouth on my cock. He enveloped the head of my cock and sucked. "Very filling," was the first thing that came out of my mouth.
He laughed around my cock and removed his mouth, "Yeah, I'll bet, but I mean what did it FEEL like to have a guy's dick up your ass?" He lowered his head and used his tongue on the piss slit and around the flange of the heat.
I gripped the arms of the chair and hissed in air. That felt so good. "It is great. I mean," I was trying to put coherent words together and it was difficult, "when he pushes, hurts a bit, then, wow, his something, boom, friction, clamping."
I was writhing in the chair, this guy was really pulling out all the stops and my dick was loving it. I felt pressure building up and at first thought it was the rush of orgasm building up, but then I realized it was something else.
"Wait, hold up," I said trying to pull his head off of my cock, "too much beer!"
"Hmmmmm?" I heard the question mark in the hum around my cock and that only made me want to keep it in his mouth.
He slid his head up and looked at me with a glazed look, "Go for it, I want anything you can give me." I don't know if he sounded as drunk as he looked and I didn't seem to care then as he lowered his head over my dick and I felt everything relax and I began pissing down his throat. He had taken me down all the way, so I was literally not pissing in his mouth but in his throat. Fuck! This was so hot!
It was like a flood gate had opened. I don't remember ever pissing while I was hard, but this was such a rush and felt so different and strange. I held his head and he kept it there sucking and swallowing.
When the stream ran down he pulled up a bit and sucked it right out of the end of my dick. That drove me crazy and I pulled his head down and began to really fuck his face. I wanted to get off and I wanted it to happen soon.
The frenzy of the approaching rush was pushing me and driving me. He was using his hand as well as his mouth to work on my cock and it was working powerfully.
I began to moan as I felt it build. "I am going to cum," I whispered and felt every muscle in my body go taunt. I closed my eyes and moaned. I tried to pull his head up, so I wouldn't shot into his mouth, but he was sucking and licking and pumping and oh, shit!
I blew and shot load after load. I think after the second or third blast, he pulled his head off of my dick and I coated the side of his face with ropes of cum. My eyes had rolled back in my head and I was moaning through clenched teeth.
Then I was fighting him to release my dick. It is always so sensitive after cumming. He let go of my cock and I sat there panting. That had been one fucking wild ride!
I started to apologize for pissing in him and cumming, but he shushed me and said, "Just wait." He moved from the kneeling position he had gotten into sometime during the process and grabbed something off of his desk. "I have to record this!" He took a shot of his cum covered face next to my still hard cock.
Then he moved up beside me and held the camera at arms length and got a picture of the two of us, head to head. The flash hurt my eyes. I closed them and felt the room spin.
I pushed the chair back a bit and tried to stand. I sat back with a plop. "Ah, thanks, man," I said feeling woozy. Then it hit me, "Hey, I don't even know your name!"
He laughed, wiped some cum off of his face and licked his hand, and said, "It's Matt and you have just fulfilled a major fantasy of mine!" He went back to cleaning himself up and licking his fingers clean.
I looked down and his cock was still hard, but I thought I saw two of them for a moment. "Do you want me to," I paused, "ah, do you now?" I wanted to but now that my lust had been satiated, I wasn't sure I could manage it.
"No man, I think you better find Hank and have him get you back to your dorm. You look like you are getting ready to pass out." He smiled broadly, "Besides, you gave me what I wanted! I have fantasized about doing that to you since I first saw you in photo class and even more when I saw you on the web."
He clapped me on the shoulder, "Thanks man. And anytime you want to visit the frat, you just give me a call." He got a mischievous look on his face and said, "And if you and Hank ever need a third or a fourth or whatever, just give me a call. Please!"
I laughed. He thought for a moment, then fished into his drawer and found something. He brought it out and uncapped it. He took my hand and wrote something on it. "My phone number!" he said laughing.
He handed me a pair of boxers and I put them on. I realized that I had softened up and he had as well. He put on boxers and led me back down stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, Hank said, "There you are! I have been looking for you!"
He gripped my arm, put a glass of beer my hand and squeezed my shoulder, "Having a good time?"
I nodded as I took a sip of beer and spilled some in the process. I wondered if I was going to get paddled for spilling beer. I followed him back through the house. I think I was weaving or he was walking funny.
I heard some guys being dared to swim in the fountain across the street at the entrance to the campus. It sounded like fun! "Yeah! Let's do it!" I said waiving my glass around.
The guys turned and looked me and laughed, "See, we gotta do it now guys!"
So as a group they got up and we made it to the front yard. More beer was passed around and then one guy yelled, "Okay, on three, the boxers are off and we take off!"
"One!" everyone was yelling. I turned and saw a bunch of people standing on the porch cheering us on. "Two!" I looked around for Hank. I didn't see him. Oh well! "THREE!" We all pulled off our boxers. A couple of guys fell down when they tried to do this which only made everyone else laugh harder. I stumbled against the guy next to me. He pushed me upright and I managed to get my boxers untangled from my feet and ran after the guys in front of me. We dashed across the street and up the stairs to the fountain. Guy walked in, jumped and I think one dove in! There had to be a dozen of us in the fountain.
We were laughing our asses off, high fiveing, backslapping and I think groping. I rubbed against many naked bodies and felt hands all over me. Someone yelled, "I have to pee!"
To which came a response of "Me too!" So we managed to all line up along the edge and pointing towards the center of the fountain began to pee. I didn't think I would after having unloaded in what's his name, but I did. My mind was whirling and I was seeing flashes of light and laughing.
Someone yelled that Campus Security was on the way. The guys started yelling, "Shhh!" as loud as they could which only got us laughing more. We got out of the fountain and ran back across the road to the house to much cheering and laughter. Everyone scooped up a pair of boxers and headed back into the house.
Guys were still trying to get their boxers on as they hopped one-legged into the house. Everyone was laughing and cheering and waving and a beer was put in my hand and I toasted with all the fountain swimmers with a loud "Skoal," whatever the fuck that meant!
I was having a great time! I found Hank and pounded him on the back! "Woo hoo! Brother! This is fun!"
He looked at me and laughed. He took my beer from me and with his arm around my shoulder led me towards the front of the house. Someone handed me a beer along the way and I raised it in a toast and downed it. Yeah! This was living' guys being guys together and getting naked and having fun. Man, this was great!
Hank held me up and at the same time looked through some sort of cubbies by the door. He came out with a bag and then led me to the porch. "Here you go, little brother." He pulled a t-shirt over my head, which stuck to my wet body in a weird angle.
I laughed at him trying to dress me. "Little Bro' you need to help me here," he said as he tried to have me step into some shorts. I laughed and pushed my boxers down and the shorts.
He worked them up and with brute force managed to get them buttoned. He laughed with me as he led me down the steps and on the walk.
"Wait! The party is still going on!" I said, turning back to look at the house.
"I know, little brother, but we have a party in our room to get to!" He turned me around and continued to practically carry me down the street. He had one of my arms over his shoulder and his arm around my back, holding me up.
"Well, why didn't you say so! Let's hurry and get there! Wouldn't want them partying without us!"
I laughed again, closed my eyes and felt the world spin. "Shit!" I said.
My arms slipped from his shoulders and I grabbed the back of his shorts. I tried to pull them down, laughing my ass off. He tugged them up a bit and I slipped my hand down inside them to his boxers and then inside the boxers.
I gripped his butt cheek and squeezed. "Hot stuff!" I said reaching for the other one. "Can I fuck you when we get to our room?" I asked.
He laughed, "Whatever you want, roomie."
I stopped and looked at him, "Will you fuck me, too?" I held up two fingers and started laughing.
He chuckled, "You bet, I'll fuck you, lover." He turned and took me in his arms and pulled me close to him. He planted a kiss on me and forced his tongue inside my mouth. I savored the taste of him and put both hands into his shorts and squeezed his butt into my groin. I loved the feel of that.
He reached into my shorts and did the same to me and I moaned against his embrace. The moment was broken when I heard, "Get a room!"
Hank started laughing in my mouth, broke the kiss and said, "Better get you home, little brother." He laughed again, put my arm on his shoulder and then gripped me and steered me.
I don't remember much of the walk to the dorm, but the bright lights of the dorm hallway assaulted me and I tried to close my eyes again. Hank pushed the button for the elevator, the doors opened and he slid me inside and held me against the wall with one hand. "I love you man," I said.
He laughed, "I love you, too."
"I wanna fuck you, man," I said as the elevator binged at our floor.
"And I want you to, little brother." He laughed and said, "But I think you are going to have to wait a bit." He maneuvered me down the hall to our room.
"Why?" I asked as he opened the door.
He drug me over and dropped me on my bed. "Because I think you are going to go to sleep now."
"Where's the party?" I yelled as Hank worked the t-shirt off of me.
When he started pulling on my shorts and boxers to get them off I said, "You going to fuck me now, man?"
"Yeah, sure, whatever you want little brother." He put my feet under the sheets and pulled the blanket up. I tossed them off.
"Get in a way of fucking," I told him.
"Okay, you get ready little brother. I am going to get undressed and brush my teeth so I will not have bad breath for you."
"Right!" I said and smiled, that was considerate of him! He went off to the bathroom and I closed my eyes. The room spun, so I opened them, but it was dark and it seemed it was still spinning. So I closed my eyes and waited for Hank to come and ravish me.
"Wake up!" Someone was shaking me.
"Go away!" I yelled and then my head hurt. I covered my head with the blanket.
"Time for your morning run, little brother." Someone was yelling in my ears!
The blanket was pulled off of me. I grumbled and tried to find it with my eyes closed. I got a smack on my ass and "Get up!"
I yelped and curled up into a fetal position and covered my head with one hand and my ass with the other. "Leave me the fuck alone!" I said in a whisper. I put my hands over my ears.
It was quiet and I smiled and curled up with my pillow.
"Fuck!" I screamed as cold water was dumped over my head. I jumped up and shook my head. Hank was standing there laughing his ass off holding a cup. "Asshole!" I said and climbed into his bed.
"No, you don't." He pulled me out bodily and dropped me on the floor with a thud.
"Asshole! Shit head! Cocksucker! Jerk! Fuckhead!" I couldn't think of what else to yell at him.
He just stood there and laughed at me.
"OHH Fuck! My head is killing me!"
"Too much to drink, little brother?" Hank said laughingly.
"Fuck you!" And then I winced, "Too loud!" I whispered.
"Get up, get some water and an aspirin. It will help." He whispered to me.
"Go away!" I tried once more.
"Nope, I happen to care about this retched heap of mankind that is cowering on the floor. So I am not leaving until you are up and ready to run!" I opened one eye and tried to focus. I saw Hank's tapping foot. I moaned.
"Ughhh!" I responded and closed my eye.
He laughed again and began poking me with his foot. He went for my ticklish spot on my sides on the ribs. "Agh! Quit! I am going to throw up."
He chuckled again and went for other spots, "I am not going to stop until you are standing up at the sink, splashing water on your face."
"You are diabolical!" I said, but where I managed to find that word, I didn't know. I tried to curl up again, but Hank reached down and lifted me up. I wouldn't put my feet down, so he had to hold me. So he grabbed me around the waist and just held me.
It was very uncomfortable. So with a sigh I lowered my feet until they touched the cold floor. Hank laughed again and walked me to the bathroom. I stood holding the sink. I wouldn't look into the mirror, I was afraid of what I would see.
Hank shook out an aspirin and handed it and a glass of water to me. He kept nudging me until I took it from him. I gave him an evil look and he chuckled. I put it in my mouth and swallowed. "Drink it all," he instructed and tipped it up until I drank it all.
He filled the glass again when I put it down. "Drink," he instructed. I gave him another look and took the glass. I looked at it for a moment and then put it up and drank it down.
"I have to pee," I said and Hank moved me over to the toilet. I stood there wobbling. Hank laughed, held onto my dick and pointed it at the toilet. I sighed and felt myself begin to go. I shivered as the warm liquid left me.
I pissed a gallon and when I finished, Hank laughed and shook my dick. I turned around and hung on him and said, "Ugh?"
He walked me over to the sink and pushed my head down. He proceeded to splash my face with cold water. "Brrrr!" I said and tried to raise up. He held my head and splashed more on it.
"Okay! Don't drown me!" I said grumpily.
He only smiled and said, "Returning to the world of the living?"
"I am an ipod and I need to be reset!" He laughed loudly then.
"That's my little brother!"
"Yeah, I fucking complete you." I said trying to get back at him.
He roared laughing then. "Oh, so you do remember some of last night!"
"Yeah, I remember everything."
He patted me on the back and said, "Sure you do." He handed me a towel and I dried my face. In the bedroom, he handed me running shorts and I grumbled as I pulled them on.
He kept chiding me until I put them on. Then he handed me a shirt. I snatched it over my head making noises all the time. He knelt and put my trainers on me and tied them. I sat down on the chair then while he dressed.
He pulled me to my feet when he was finished and pushed me to the door. I lethargically moved down the hall to the stairs. I balked at the stairs and he prodded me on down. I went down slowly and carefully.
At the bottom he pushed open the door and I raised my hand to shield my eyes from the daylight. "Uggghhh!" I commented.
"Come on, get the blood moving it will make you feel better."
"Yeah, right," but I moved behind him and then stopped and bent over. I had to breathe.
"Come on, little brother, you can do this. It will be good for you." He gently shook me. "It will help you feel better."
"Why do I feel so stiff and so shitty," I asked as tried to follow next to him. He was barely moving.
He laughed again. I was getting tired of hearing that laugh this morning.
"Well, you probably feel shitty because you drank an inordinate amount of beer last night."
Inordinate? Come on process it, I told my brain. Yeah, too much.
"And you are probably stiff because of the five guys you begged to fuck you, really put it to you. I couldn't believe the positions you got in. And you certainly were putting on a show for the whole house! I mean they were cheering you on and you wanted more and more. I had to put you over my shoulder and carry you home!"
I had stopped and was staring at him. "You wanted me to fuck you on the porch of the house before I brought you home. You were pretty horny and pretty insatiable."
"What?!?!?! I said. "No, fucking way!" this couldn't be true. It wasn't what I remembered. I admit it was a bit foggy, but what? Oh, Shit! What had I done now?