I tentatively smiled back at him and thought, not for the first and probably not the last time about how my life had changed with my exhibitionist roommate!
Throughout class I tried not to continually stare at the sight he provided. Every time I looked and then looked up, he was looking at me and smiling. It kept running through my mind all the events of the last couple of days and I was still astounded by all that I had done and experienced. My cock would throb as I pictured a particular event.
Thus, I paid little attention to class once again and then the class was dismissed, the guy held back and moved over towards me. He stood in front of me, waiting for me to look up. I did, he was smiling again. "So do you want to come over and take some pictures of me?" he said it a not too soft manner. I looked around to see if someone heard what he said.
I nodded, not trusting my voice. "Does that mean you do want to take pictures of me naked?" he pressed on.
I nodded and looked down for a moment, but then back up. He was offering, so it wasn't as if I was propositioning him. Then I remembered what Mike said and asked, "Would it be okay if my roommate came alone as well? I told him about you and he said he was interested in seeing this guy I described."
"Does he like looking at guys as well?" his smile widened.
"You could say that," I said, smiling myself.
"When do you want to do it? I have some free time tonight. Do you want to do it at my place or yours?"
I tried to think of all my commitments and where would be best and I decided on his place. "How about 6:30 tonight at your place?"
He thought for a moment and then looked up again and smiled. "Okay," and he proceeded to give me directions to his apartment off campus. Then he turned and walked out of the classroom without another comment and I watched his ass as he moved away. Not for the first time, I mentally shook my head at the changes in my life and how I was enjoying the male form.
I carried my pack in front of me again until I thought about my classes and how I was slipping behind in them. That thought made me go soft and made me rush off to my next class. As I neared the room, I passed a men's room and realized I needed to piss. I headed in, walked up to a urinal, unzipped, pulled out my cock and started to piss. A guy walked up to the urinal on my right and did the same. There were no partitions between the two urinals and he wasn't standing real close, so I could see his stream as he pissed.
That made me think of all the things that Mike had done with piss and I wondered about it. In some ways it seemed strange and maybe disgusting, but on another it made my cock swell. I thought of how being covered in his piss was like him marking his territory and that it was part of him and he was covering me with a part of him. I definitely didn't care for the taste, although he seemed to enjoy it. It seemed to be important to him, so I decided to hold off judgment of it until I had more experience with it.
I realized I had finished pissing a while ago and was just standing there with my cock in my hand and it had begun to swell. I looked to my right and the guy was still standing there holding his cock as well. "Like what you see?" he said, turning a bit more so I could see the cock in his hand. I looked up to see this blond guy, just about as tall as I was looking from my cock to my face, with a silly grin on his face.
"I, ah, well, yes." I admitted, wondering where the courage to say that came from.
"Then, let's see what you have." I turned towards him a bit and felt stupid holding my cock as if I was pissing, so I released it and let it hang. I looked at him with more interest. He was as tall as I was but thinner, but with what seemed to be, just a bit of belly. By the look of his arms sticking out of his t-shirt, he didn't work out a lot. But I returned my gaze to his cock and saw soft cock that was at least 5 inches long, surrounded by the curliest, blondest hair I had ever seem, it was almost as if it wasn't there, it was so light, which made me think of the hair beginning to grow back in my crotch.
He removed his hand, but reached in and scooped out his balls and let them hang out of his fly. They were round and not egg shape as some I had seen and they hung down to the end of his cock and were covered with the same blond fuzz.
When I did the same, his eyes widened and he said, "You've been shaved! That's hot man." I blushed a bit and nodded my head. His cock was beginning to grow as was Timmy. As I watched his cock filled out and lengthened until it had to be at least 9 inches long. Such a big cock for such a skinny dude. It had a thick vein that ran along the top of it and the head was a wide mushroom. I wondered if it would fit in my mouth. I was salivating.
He was reaching for my cock when I heard the door open. I turned back to the urinal, grabbed my cock and leaned in.
I went soft at the aspect of getting caught, but then I swelled again thinking of getting caught! The guy entered the men's room and headed towards the bank of urinals, but I kept my eyes straight forward this time and managed to get my cock back into my shorts before it got too hard to do that.
The blond guy next to me was zipping up as well, but he seemed to be waiting for me. I zipped up and went over to the sink, washed my hands, dried them and headed to the door, all the while followed by the blond.
Outside, he tapped me on the shoulder. "I liked what I saw. Would it be possible to see more?" he asked. I couldn't believe his boldness. I looked down and saw the outline of his monster cock showing through his shorts.
I looked around and stammered out "Not right here."
He chuckled and looked around. "I don't know; it might be fun." He saw the look on my face and then said, "No, just kidding. I mean we could go into one of the stalls in there," he indicated the men's room. "Or I could meet you in the library, in the third floor men's room, in the geology section."
I smiled thinking of Mike and the library. "What about your dorm room?" Why was I even asking that, I already had two appointments this evening and no telling what Mike had planned?
"No, I have an asshole of a roommate and he would not be cool with it if he walked in and I never know when that is going to happen. I swear the guy either isn't really enrolled in classes or the schedule changes every week.
"I can't get a moment of privacy. Every time I think I have some time to myself to jack off, he pops in. I have to lie on my bed under the covers and jerk off, so if he pops in, I can take my hand away when he opens the door.
"What about your place? Or do you have a whacko roommate as well?"
I had to laugh at that. "No, just the opposite!"
He looked at me quizzically and I just shook my head, "Too much to explain, but I can say that he would definitely be cool with it," and I smiled again to myself, thinking of all the things that had gone on in my room.
He sounded really eager then, when he said, "So, can we go to your place then?" He looked down at his watch, which reminded me of why I was here.
"Oh, shit! I have a class right now. But how about tomorrow, same time, here?" I was setting up another hook up! I never was this bold, this available or this wanted when I was chasing girls. Did every guy secretly want to have sex with another guy? I was beginning to wonder.
He looked so disheartened when he heard what I said, but answered, "I really wanted to be with a guy. It has been so long." He looked so dejected. I felt sorry for him. "You are just trying to put me off, you aren't interested in me." He said, really bringing me down.
"No, no, no!" I looked around, "Look, I thought your cock was hot and would like to see more of it and you. But I have to get to class right now. I have been missing too many classes recently. I HAVE to get to this class." I smiled and put my hand on his shoulder, "Tomorrow. And my name is Tim."
His face lit up and he said "Okay! And my name is Dave." He stuck out his hand for me to shake. As I took it, I chuckled and thought I am shaking the hand that had just recently held his cock. "Thanks!" I turned and headed to my class, knowing I would be a bit late, but smiling about Dave and his predicament. I thought that his roommate was really probably trying to catch him jerking off, because he wanted to see him do it.
I got to my class, opened and closed the door quietly and took a seat to one side at the back of the room. As I took out my notebook and pencil, I looked around the room. I found that I was focusing only on the guys in the class, checking each one of them out. Checking to see how hairy their arms or legs were, what color hair they had, to see if I could see a bulge in their crotches, or the shape of their ass, if their back was to me. And to see if I could catch a glimpse of skin as their t-shirt rode up when they raised their hand or bent to get something from their pack.
I smiled to myself, fuck! I liked to look at men. I tried to imagine them all naked. It didn't matter if they were fat, skinny, buff or short; I wanted to see them naked. I wanted to see what their cock looked like; I wanted to see their asses. I wanted to see their balls. I wanted to see their chests. I wanted to see their feet. I found myself looking at Mike's feet the other night; the way the little hairs grew out of the top of his toes; how the veins showed along the top of this foot; wondering what it would taste like if I spent more time enjoying them.
I came out of my fog of thought to realize I hadn't paid attention to anything that was being said in class. Once again! I was going to have to get it together if I had any hope of passing my classes this semester. I looked at the clock and saw that I had daydreamed away the majority of the class. The professor was giving out assignments. I madly wrote those down and began putting away all my stuff as class ended.
I grabbed a burger and water. I sat and ate it and reviewed again how my life had changed. I also wondered what I was going to do with Rick tonight. And then there was the guy who wanted to have his picture taken and now the blond guy. How was I going to respond? How do I begin with a strange guy? Who does what, when and how? I was still learning all these things. As Timmy twitched in my lap, I realized that he would probably figure everything out and that I probably didn't have to worry.
I had finished my lunch without thinking about it. I also realized I didn't have another class now and could head back to my room. OUR room! And again I smiled as I thought of Mike. I was really hooked on him and I think he knew it. And he was doing plenty of things that said he was feeling the same way. But he had this quirky way of showing it.
I mean he would come up with something crazy for me to do or someone to do something with, like he was testing me or stretching my boundaries. Like nothing was ever enough for him, he always wanted me to try more, experience more, be more. Sometimes it really made me think about myself and what I was doing, but of course Timmy never seemed to find something he didn't like.
I was pondering all of these things as I bounded up the steps to our floor in the dorm. I was eager to see Mike again. While I couldn't get enough of looking at men, it was his body that I really like to see and use.
I opened the door and grinned broadly as I saw Mike sitting on my bed, but then wondered why he still had his shorts on. Then I came into the room and saw Bart, the guy from the locker room was sitting on my desk chair.
The expression on my face must have indicated something because Mike said, "Tim, it's okay. We were actually just talking about you and hoping that you would show up soon." I blushed and wondered what they had been talking about.
"Oh?" was all I could manage.
"Yes, Bart was mentioning how he thought you were taking in his naked body while we were talking." Mike was smiling and I blushed again. Damn! I wanted to either get that in control or get where I didn't blush so easily. But Mike had said it was cute.
My mouth worked, but nothing came out.
"Oh, it's alright. I didn't mind," Bart said, only making me blush a bit more a being caught gawking at his body. I could still picture him naked before me.
"Soooooo," Mike drew out the syllable, "he was asking me if I thought you would return the favor." Mike's face lit up in a broad smile. "I told him that I didn't even have to ask you, that I knew it would be fine."
My mouth dropped open. "Close your mouth. You know you like guys looking at you, so don't deny it and besides it would only be fair if you returned the favor. So put down your backpack and take off your shirt."
I was numbed by the request, or rather directions, instructions or orders from Mike. This was the quirky behavior I had been thinking about.
But who was I to question Mike? I sat down my pack and then reached up and pulled off my shirt. This was no big deal. I had been without a shirt many times in public, but when I saw Bart take a deep breath and scan my torso minutely, I was sure I was going to blush again.
"Raise your arms over you head," Bart directed. I followed his directions and raised them. His eyes went to my pits and he licked his lips, and then reached into his pack, which I hadn't noticed before and pulled out a small digital camera. He took several pictures at different angles, and then told me to turn slowly.
He continued to take pictures as I turned. He stood and shot from different angles. I looked at Mike and he was obviously enjoying this. I know at one point a drop of sweat rolled down from my right pit, trickling down my side.
Bart moved up close to me, right in front of me, smiled, reached down and pulled out the front of my shorts and took a couple of shots down the gap.
He stepped back then and said, "Okay, take the shorts off." It was a simple statement, not a question and it didn't come across as a demand.
I looked at Mike, but he neither nodded nor shook his head. He just sat there waiting. My hands shook as I unbutton the shorts, unzipped them and let them drop to the floor. I stepped out of them and now stood naked in front of these two clothed guys.
"You've been shaved. Nice," he said, as he took some more pictures. I was beginning to swell. This was too much of a turn on for me.
Once more he had me turn slowly for him as he took pictures of me. He took close-ups of every part of my body and shots of me, full length. At one point he told me to bend over and spread my ass for him. He then took shots of my puckered hole. This caused me to blush again.
By the time he had taken all those shots I was hard. It didn't seem to bother him as he took a series of pictures of it. "Now stroke yourself," he directed, again in a gentle directing voice.
Timmy was in charge now and wanted to be touched. He twitched a couple of times as I reached down and gave him a squeeze. I sighed and then stroked a couple of times as Bart's camera flashed.
"Now put one arm up with you hand behind your head, lean in and lick your exposed pit, eyes closed while you stroke your cock." I complied and tasted my own sweat.
"Now jerk off until you cum."
Mike spoke up then, "He doesn't have permission to cum right now, nor has he asked for permission yet."
Bart looked from Mike to me and back. He looked over to me, "Do you want to cum?"
"Yes, always, it seems these days. But Mike is right, he controls when I can cum." I tried to stand tall; proud that Mike had this control over me.
"Okay, I can adjust to that." He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock that was swelling up even as he revealed it. "Suck my cock," he said, in that same even tone.
I knelt and took his cock in my mouth and closed my eyes. I inhaled his smell as I tasted his cock. "Look up at me," he directed. I did as he instructed and was rewarded with a flash. Shit! A picture of me, naked, sucking off some guy. I moaned, closed my eyes and then swirled my tongue around the head of his cock. It was cut and not as long as Mike's but a bit thicker and his pubic hair was black and wiry.
He moaned and took some more shots of me on his cock. Then he gently pushed my head away from his cock. I think I whimpered. I wanted to taste more of it.
"Mike, I need a prop. Would you drop your shorts and let Tim lick your ass?" Mike smiled as he stood, unbuttoned, unzipped and dropped his shorts. He turned and presented his ass to me. I didn't need much coaxing on this. I loved the taste of Mike, anyplace I could get it.
I took hold of his cheeks and spread them apart, then began licking his crack, lapping up his unique taste. The camera flashed several more times, but at this point I was beyond caring. I was becoming lost if a fog of lust and horniness.
"Okay, enough of that," Bart said and I opened my eyes as Mike stood and moved away from me. "Can I have him jerk off but not cum, just get close?"
"Yes, but Tim you are not allowed to cum."
I stood and gripped my now aching cock. It felt so good to stroke it. But I was still not completely comfortable stroking for strangers. I felt that it was very personal private thing. Both of them stood there looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders as if to say what the fuck and began stroking my cock.
I was very horny and this felt so good. I closed my eyes going with the sensations, sensing the strobe of the flash through my eyelids. I began to ooze precum and moaned several times.
"Don't cum," Mike said, bringing me back from edge. I released my cock and it twitched again and a drop of clear liquid slid off the end of it and leaving a long trail of the same clear liquid as it dropped to the floor.
"Start stroking again," Bart said from behind his camera. I gripped my cock and went back to the pace where I had left off. I could feel that rushing feeling, telling me I was approaching the edge.
I took my hand away and panted, "Start again," Bart again directed, "but this time don't stop, just slow down when you get real close." I was beyond asking Mike about anything or questioning Bart, so I continued to stroke and felt that rush beginning, stopped pumping and began to slowly stroke; my whole body trembling. The head of my cock was getting to be a darker shade of purple with each approach and stop. I wanted to cum so badly and I wanted to listen to Mike and it was very frustrating and my mind was getting all these mixed messages and Fuck! I wanted to cum!
Bart continued to shot pictures, "Yeah, that's the color I was looking for! Great!" He zoomed in and took some pictures of the head of my cock.
"Okay, now one more set of shots." He turned to Mike, "Are you allowed to cum?"
Mike smiled and said, "Whenever and as often as I can."
"Good, will you jerk off and cum on his face?" He looked from Mike to me, "I need a couple of shots with it running down his face. Tim, get on your knees in front of him."
Mike didn't hesitate a bit, he took his cock which was nearly hard and stood there and began to work on it. He obviously was enjoying being on display because I could tell kneeling at his feet, from his expression and body language that he was getting close fast. His eyes were closed, but as his balls tightened up, he opened his eyes, looked at me, smiled and then his eyes rolled back, he moaned deeply and began to shoot across my face. Warm cum spattered from my forehead to my chin, again and again and all the time Bart's camera was flashing.
When Mike finished shooting he wiped his cock head across my cheek and Bart captured it all. Mike sighed and straightened up. He was beaming. He had really enjoyed that. That made me feel good, but then Bart took one more picture and I suddenly flashed on what had just gone on. Bart now had pictures of me doing all kinds of things and if those pictures got out, I would be humiliated beyond belief.
I stood and nervously asked Bart, "What are you going to do with those pictures?"
He looked at his camera and then back at me, "Why, sell them on the internet of course." I felt a flush rush up my body as my heart began to race.
I was really nervous and upset now. The panic had to show on my face because Mike said, "Is there a problem with that?"
"Mike, I," and I couldn't continue. It just hit me right in the gut what they were saying. They were holding my whole life and reputation in their hands and I couldn't face having those pictures spread all over the internet. I kind of folded in and collapsed on the bed with my head down. Timmy was forgotten and all I could think of was, relatives, family and friends seeing those pictures and I could only imagine what they would think of me.
"Please, don't," I begged without looking up. I was too ashamed. As much as I hated it, a few tears rolled down my face.
"But you knew he was taking pictures, what did you think he was going to do with them?" Mike asked with concern in his voice.
"I don't know, but I didn't think he was going to make them public." I had a difficult time speaking, there was a lump in my throat that I couldn't hardly get words around.
Bart spoke up then, "Tim, I was," but Mike cut him off.
"Tim, look at me," he lifted my head until he could see my face and waited until I raised my eyes to meet his. "You don't want these made public?"
I shook my head, not wanting to risk trying to speak.
"Tim, what would you do to keep those from going public?" Mike asked, steadily looking into my eyes.
"Anything," I moaned, "just please don't. I couldn't handle it if friends and family from home saw those."
He smiled a bit, "You think your neighbors or relatives surf gay porn sites?" But when I didn't smile back, he went on, "So you would do anything I ask, no matter what, where, when or how, if I tell Bart not to put those up for the public to see?"
I remembered that he had asked this before and I was ready to respond automatically, but hesitated for a moment as I thought of the possibilities of what he could ask me to do. I realized I had to agree, I had no other choice. I nodded my head.
"No, say it."
"Yes," I mumbled.
"No, tell it all to me."
I thought and then understood, "I will do anything you ask, no matter what, where, when or how, if you tell Bart not to put those up for the public to see." It took a great deal of will power to say that without letting the emotions overwhelm me.
"Done. Bart, do not put those up for the public to see," Mike said to Bart.
Bart thought for a moment then smiled and said, "Sure, Mike you have told me, but that doesn't keep me from going ahead and doing it anyway."
My stomach tightened up and I thought I was going to throw up as I realized what he said was true. Panic returned and my heart pounded faster. "Please," I begged Bart.
"Will you make me the same deal? Whatever I say, no matter what, who, or where?" he asked, but not in a malicious way.
My whole body trembled as I answered resignedly and lowered my eyes, "Yes, no matter what, who, or where."
"Okay, then. Get up and walked downstairs to the cafeteria, stand at the entrance and jerk off," he said in even tones.
My body felt as crushed as my heart. I looked from Bart to Mike and both had blank expressions on their faces. I didn't see any hint of joke or kidding in their demeanor. I stood on shaky legs and head down headed towards the door. I realized I still had Mike's cum on my face as I saw it in the mirror on the back of our door.
I couldn't fathom life after this, but I had made a promise and I had to follow through. I gripped the door knob, and thought about how fucked up my life had become since having an exhibitionist roommate and then I turned the knob.
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