Author's note: Thanks to all who wrote and I appreciate your comments. Some of you have expressed a dislike of piss/watersports. So I will let you know that none appears in this chapter. I appreciate hearing your comments on both sides of the issue as to whether it belongs in this kind of story or not. Thanks and have fun, harry
As we headed off to the showers in our robes, I wondered what was in store for the rest of the evening.
Walking into the bathrooms, I again caught myself checking out the various showers to see if I could see a naked man. I shook my head at myself as I thought about how I had changed. We could not take the last two showers, as one was occupied, so we took adjoining showers. But I still left my shower curtains open a bit and tried to take in the guy across the way.
He had left a small gap in the front curtain and the back one opened completely as he turned off the shower and started drying. I began washing myself, so I could turn this way and that and catch glimpses of him. As he dried his hair he bumped the front curtain open a bit more and I got a good look at his backside. His ass was firm and flexed as worked his arms to dry his hair.
When he finished his hair, he dropped his towels and turned. He discovered his curtain had opened a bit, he pulled it closed more, but I managed a glimpse of his crotch. Dark, almost black hair contrasted sharply against the white skin of his crotch and his dick huge down over his egg sized nuts. I don't think he caught me looking, but the image stayed fixed in my mind for the rest of the shower. Timmy liked what he saw as well as he swelled a bit as I washed and rinsed.
I dried and then pulled my robe on and loosely cinched it up as I headed over to the sinks to shave, etc. Mike came up not too much later, robe undone as usual. His reflection smiled at me in my mirror as I brushed my teeth. I smiled around the toothbrush and then looked around the room, to see if anyone had caught us exchanging smiled in the mirror.
Back in our room, Mike shocked me when he said, "I have got to go take care of some things, so you are on your own for the evening." It hit me like an elephant rushing for the last bag of peanuts. I was going to be without Mike. He proceeded to get dressed and whistled as he did. He finished dressing and packing up his backpack, came over, clapped me on the shoulder and said, "Be good, don't cum, have fun and if you fall asleep before I get home, I'll see you in the morning." He grabbed his keys and headed out.
I sat there in my boxers for a while looking at the door. I really didn't know what to do with myself. I had become so attached to his presence and his control that I didn't know what to do without it. I tried turning on my IPOD and listening to music, but when Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol came on, and I kept hearing, "Can I lie beside you for a while," I had to turn it off. I wanted Mike beside me. I turned over what he had said on the way out. "Be good." "Have fun." "Don't cum."
Each one brought a different connotation to mind. "Be good," before meeting Mike, I would have thought of that meaning -- good, moral, straight laced, nice, unperverted, not thinking sexual thoughts, a teacher's pet, a goody two-shoes, a guy who read books, watched TV, went to movies, didn't get laid and all of that. Now, I didn't know. Mike had told me I was good at giving a blow job; did that mean I should go out and give blow jobs? I didn't think so. He also said I looked good. I found that difficult to believe. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I pushed my boxers down and looked myself over. I saw that I didn't look bad, but when I looked at myself naked, I could only see me, with Mike naked and touching me. Timmy swelled a bit at that.
"Don't cum." Any other time without my roommate in the room and knowing he wasn't coming back, I would have found some porn on the computer or put in a DVD and sat down and rubbed one off. Now there were a couple of problems with that. One, I only had hetero porn and I didn't think that was going to turn me on any more. Two, I didn't know any web sites yet to see any gay porn. And Three, even if I did and I got hot and horny, I wasn't supposed to cum.
What was the big deal about not cumming? Why was he so obsessed with me not cumming? Timmy certainly wanted to cum. But then he always seems ready for attention. He was swelling in my lap now, just thinking about it. I had to admit that listening to his directions made me feel good and was very stimulating. I was getting harder thinking about him telling me what to do.
And "Have fun." Fun had taken on a whole new meaning as well. Fun before Mike might have been a thrill ride, a movie, getting blitzed, or having a good laugh. Now, sucking his cock, exposing myself, seeing someone naked, watching two guys going at it, going at it with someone; all of those things were fun now. I was getting hard thinking of the possibilities.
I turned on my computer, went to google, and did a search on naked men, then had to revise it to gay naked me as the number was staggering and then further refined it adding photos and then after looking at some of those sites, I added free. I found a couple of great web sites and one that seemed really what I was looking for. While it had some stuff to fill out and a small fee, the quality of the pictures and the number of pictures was awesome. Dudes off campus had tons of different kinds of pictures, even some vids.
Seeing these guys exposing themselves to someone to take the pictures of themselves and then having them posted for thousands of guys to see, got me very turned on.
I set a slide show going and sat back and worked on my hard cock as picture after picture of hot guys came up. I liked the ones where the guy was naked outside, or obviously exposing himself to someone else, especially if he was hard. Also the variety of shapes and sizes of hard cocks and the kinds, colors and amount of hair around the guy's cock, or the lack of hair. Since, Mike had shaved me, I had become more aware of a guy's bush or thatch or whatever was the right word for that hair on a guy. I would have to ask Mike what the correct term was. And guy's that had no hair made me wonder if they had done it to themselves or if someone had done it to them.
If they had it done to themselves it got me even hotter, thinking that they let some guy do that to them. Wow! I don't know if it is the exposure -- or exhibitionism -- or the humiliation of having a guy do this to another guy that got me to hot, but certain pictures really got me going.
And pictures of guys naked in a dorm hallway, or common room or the car -- any place they could be caught or discovered made Timmy happy and my heart race a bit.
There were only a few pictures of guys interacting with another guy. So I searched and found jerkoffbuds.com. Here there were pics of guys jerking off together, sucking and fucking.
At first I was captivated by the pictures of guys jerking off for another guy. I always felt that jacking off was a very personal thing, something that I had never let anyone see me do except Mike. So it felt like I was sharing something very personal, something very intimate about me. It was showing him what pushed my buttons, what got me to the edge.
I had learned from Mike about various types of stroking and how they could gave different sensations. I was a tight fisted stroker and left handed. If I stroked with my right hand, as Mike had made me do recently, I used a different grip; just my thumb and first two fingers and a different rhythm.
So to see these guys jerking off for another guy, sharing something so personal and intimate turned me on. Then the shots of guys jerking each other off. Wow. I could feel Mike's hand on my cock. I closed my eyes, stroked and sighed.
I went on to look at the pictures of guys sucking cock. Man I loved the taste of it and could just imagine it. And I also enjoying having mine sucked. It was unbelievable. I had to take my hand off of my cock. I was getting too close and was nearly panting as I removed my hands and sat there shaking.
I went to the next section and there were guys fucking. I had yet to experience this, but just the feeling of Mike's fingers in my ass made me want this from him. To feel him inside me. And then too, to have someone see me being impaled by his cock made cock spasm. I could imagine these guys fucking and someone else in the room taking their picture. The fuckee so open and exposed and showing that he enjoyed (by his hard cock) having a hard cock up his ass got me going. I wanted this and I was beginning to want it badly.
I reached down and played with my hole; rubbing my finger around it. I thought about inserting my finger in my ass and wondered about pushing it in. My hole clamped up tight. It still felt strange to play with this area. It had felt great when Mike had lubed up his fingers and played with my prostate. But doing it to myself seemed awkward. I licked my finger and tried again. I relaxed and let one finger slip inside. I wiggled it around and found that button that sent an electric charge through my cock. I moaned and clamped down around my finger. I dripped out some precum.
I turned my computer screen around and brought up one hot picture of two guys fucking. The guy's legs being spread wide as the other one leaned in between his legs and fucked him. His solid thick cock could be seen entering his hole. The guy getting fucked's head was back, his eyes closed, his mouth open in an "O" and his cock hard. I wanted that to be me with Mike holding my legs up and out. Timmy liked the idea as well.
Then I thought about what it would be like to be the guy fucking and that it was Mike that was receiving my cock. I would bury my cock in his tight warm ass. I moved over to the bed and lay back and continued to finger myself as I looked at the picture and pumped my now dripping cock.
I started out with slow strokes, but was soon lost in the frenzy of all the sensations of the moment. I was beginning to moan and my eyes were rolling back in my head. I gripped Timmy tighter and....
"Looks like you took my advice and are having some fun." I hadn't heard the door open. My eyes flew open and there was Mike smiling at me, hands on his hips. I started to smile back and then I saw that there was someone else with him. And everything hit at once then. I blushed red, tried to cover myself, remove my finger and see if what was on the computer was visible.
"I, ah, was, ah." Shit! I was so embarrassed.
"I know what you were doing. You were finger fucking yourself and jerking off to hot porn of two guys fucking. And it looks like you were really getting into it. And I know you weren't going to cum, right?" He looked at the other guy that had walked in with him, "He isn't allowed to cum until I tell him he can."
Fuck! That didn't help my humiliation at all! I had managed to grab some covers and pull them over myself as I looked between Mike's face and this stranger's face. Mike was smiling, full of mirth, but the other guy had a different look. I don't know if it was wonder, or amazement or shock. Mike saw the directions of my eyes.
"This is Don. Don is an old friend from high school. He goes to college up state and is in for a visit." Don leaned forward and extended his hand. I self-consciously reached up and shook it and then brought my hand back to clutch the covers covering my nakedness. This hadn't made me feel at ease at all. "He had written about a month ago and we had set this up." Mike must have seen something on my face, because he said, "We used to be on the football team together and we hung out a lot and are best friends."
That still didn't tell me what I needed to know. I wanted to know if he was okay with what was going on. Did he know about Mike's tendencies and quirks? What did he think of walking and seeing me jerking and fingering and oh shit was I fucked. I hung my head and said, "Look, fuckhead, you aren't making this any easier."
He laughed, but didn't say anything for a bit. I just sat there and finally raised my head. He was whispering to Don. That only made me more frustrated. I grabbed the covers, made to stand and push past Mike. I had to get out of the room. I was embarrassed and humiliated and I felt he was having fun at my expense.
Mike grabbed me by the shoulders, "Wait," I pushed on, "Wait! Damn it!" He held me firmly and looked me in the eyes. "I am sorry. I was just joking with you. Don is cool with this. He and I have played around together and there is nothing he doesn't know about me." He reached over and lifted my chin. "Hey, I am sorry. I forget how new all of this is to you. I apologize." He paused, then, "Will you forgive me?"
I was still pouting. He looked me in the eyes and then studied my face. "Tell you what; Don and I will put on a little show for you. You can watch and see us doing everything you were doing and more. Would you like that?" He searched my face again for an answer.
I nodded, not trusting my voice at the moment.
He told me to go back and sit on my bed and spun me around and pushed me towards my bed. I got to the bed, turned and sat on the bed, with the covers still clutched around me. Mike smiled and me and then turned to Don. Mike put down his backpack and then reached over and pulled Don's shirt off over his head. Don had a thicker pattern of hair across his chest than Mike did. Don also had the 5 o'clock stubble across his chin and thick dark, almost black hair. Mike rubbed his hand through Don's chest hair and when he got to his right nipple he pinched it and twisted it. Don sighed and closed his eyes.
Mike had only performed solo for me or had me show off with him in front of someone. This was very different. He put his mouth to Don's right nipple and sucked on it and nibbled on it. Then to the other one. Don pushed Mike away and pulled off Mike's shirt. Then unbuttoned Mike's pants and let them drop to the floor. Of course, Mike was not wearing any underwear, so he now stood naked in front of Don.
I liked the view and so did Timmy. Mike's cock wasn't hard, but it was full and rising. Don now pulled him back to his chest. It was obvious he wanted Mike naked when Mike worked on him. Mike moved to the other nipple and worked on it with his mouth while rubbing Don's stomach and chest with his hands. Mike licked down the trail of hair from Don's chest to his navel. Don was rubbing his hands through Mike's hair as Mike moved to lick in and out of his navel.
Mike began to run his hands across Don's crotch as Mike sank to his knees. Don moved up onto Mike's bed and Mike moved in between Don's spread legs. Mike unbuttoned Don's pants and opened the fly. Don's cock came out, long and thick and with foreskin. It wasn't hard yet, but Mike went to work on it with his mouth to get it hard. Don had the thickest pubic hair I had ever seen; it was also very straight wiry hair and the same dark color as the hair on his head. Don sighed and put his head back and Mike worked on his cock.
I was enthralled with the show. It was better than the pictures and it was being done for my benefit. I watched Mike's naked body moved and his muscles flex as he moved around. And Don's hairiness was new and exciting. And seeing Mike working on another guy sent all kinds of mixed messages to my mind. I found it erotic, I wanted it to be me that he was doing things to, but to see him doing these things was wild. I had reached into the covers over my lap and gripped my cock. It was rock hard and wanting attention.
Don had Mike change positions until Mike's dick was over Don's face and Mike went back to work on Don's nearly hard cock. Don reached up and stroked Mike's cock hard. Then he started to work on Mike's hole. Mike moan around Don's cock and flexed his butt muscles.
Mike continued to work on Don's cock and Don was responding to it, bucking up into Mike's mouth. Don moved Mike's ass around until he could get his mouth up to Mike's crack. He worked on Mike's ass and Mike moaned more.
Finally, Don patted Mike on the ass to change positions. Mike's eyes were almost closed and he was in the thralls of lust, I could tell. He turned around and began to sit down on Don's cock. My eyes got wider as I saw Mike take all of Don's cock, until he was sitting on Don's crotch. He sighed and moaned as he rotated a bit on the cock.
I realized I had my cock wrapped in a death grip and the covers were off of me. I didn't care; I was getting so wrapped up in the heat of the moment. I let go of my cock as I was getting so close, again.
Mike started fucking himself with Don's cock, raising up and then down on Don's cock. Don's eyes were closed as he pushed his head back and enjoyed the sensations of Mike riding his cock. He reached up and took hold of Mike's rigid cock and stroked it slowly as Mike continued to ride Don's cock. Mike was biting his lower lip with his eyes closed as he continued to work on Don's cock increasing the speed and intensity.
I was mesmerized by the whole scenario. Mike naked fucking himself on Don's cock, obviously totally turned on. Don -- a stranger fucking my roommate -- and also obviously in the thralls of whole thing. And me, sitting naked on my bed, my hand wrapped around my cock, getting lost in the fog of lust. It was blowing my mind and Timmy was excited and wanted to join in the celebration!
Don began to groan and push his head back into the pillow as he gripped Mike's cock tighter. Mike began to moan and pant faster as he worked continued his work on Don's pole.
Then both cried out and Mike shot across Don's chest and face. Don was cumming in Mike's ass. You could tell by the look on his face and the way he pulled Mike down onto his cock and bucked up into his ass.
I was fisting away on my cock and was going to join the climax when Mike opened his eyes, smiled and said, "Not yet, Tim." It was my turn to moan, but not in ecstasy, but in frustration. I wanted to cum! Mike continued to moved around and rotated on Don until Don gripped him and held him still.
Mike finally rose off of Don, leaned forward and licked his cum off of Don's chest and chin. Don was smiling as Mike did this. I looked down and his cum glistening cock was just barely beginning to deflate. When they both were breathing more normally, Mike moved and sat on the edge of the bed and he and Don both looked over at me and smiled.
"Did that make up for some of the anguish I put you through when we walked in on you?" I started to cover my crotch at the realization I was naked, but figured there was no need now. There didn't seem to be any secrets.
Don grabbed Mike's shirt and wiped his crotch and then turned and sat on the bed next to Mike. He looked from Mike to me and back. He smiled. He had yet to say anything.
Mike smiled as well and said, "Yes, soon it will be his turn. He has never fucked a guy or been fucked. And I think he is getting eager to try it out."
I blushed again, but held my head up, nodded and then tentatively smiled. It was going to be wild, being Mike's roommate!
As always -- and I really don't want to water this down by repeating at the end of each chapter -- but it does mean a great deal to hear from fans -- letting me know thoughts, comments, suggestions and locations of readers. I do appreciate it.
Harryrod575@yahoo.com
Have fun
harry