I put my key in the door, unlocked it, swung it open and said, "Mike, I am sorry, I came twice with Rick."
"That's very interesting Mr. Matthews," said Rich, our RA.
Oh, Fuck! I thought. What had Mike done to me now? Then I thought, he hadn't done it to me, I had done it by blurting out the statement before seeing who was in the room.
Mike sat naked on his desk chair while Rich sat on my desk chair. I looked back and forth between the two of them with my mouth hanging open. I am sure I blushed and I then tried to stammer out something.
Rich looked from me to Mike and back to me. He then said, "So Mike tells me you are exploring gay sexuality." There was no expression on his face and nothing in his tone that indicated any judgment in the statement.
I was okay with this, so why was I having such a difficult time agreeing with him. I swallowed and felt my heart begin to race. I could only nod as I looked at Mike, hoping he would bale me out of this situation.
"It is common in college for students to explore their sexuality. I understand from Mike that there also was an incident where you were injured. I want you to know that I am here to help you and that you do not have to put up with any harassment, violence or any of that type of crap." He became emphatic by the end of his statement and said it with some passion.
I didn't know what to say. I was glad for his concern; but I was still a bit embarrassed that he knew about me being gay. I had thought I was fine with that, but the reality was really hitting me now. So why did I have this guilt or feeling of shame?
I nodded again and looked at Mike. He said, "Thanks, Rich. I appreciate that and I know that Tim does as well. He just has a difficult time talking about it." He smiled and said, "And he has just admitted to breaking a promise to me, so we have some things to discuss."
"Interesting. I find this situation interesting, but will leave you two to work it out." He stood and walked over to me. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, "If you ever need to talk about anything, anything at all, just come see me." He gripped my shoulder and then went out the door and closed it.
Mike smiled and said, "So how does your foot taste?"
I looked at him a bit flustered, "What were you talking with him about me? What did you say about me? Why were you talking to him about me?" I felt that wave of panic again as I let this rush out of me.
"Calm down," he said and stood and walked over to me. It was difficult to concentrate on what he was saying because his cock was swinging as he walked. I didn't want to be distracted. I didn't want to have Timmy controlling the situation again. I needed to keep my head on straight.
"Answer me, please Mike." I said in a rational tone. I wasn't yelling.
"He had heard about your accident and there was the incident in the shower so he was just checking in on you and point blank asked me if we having sex. I told him you were exploring gay sex and that yes, I was assisting you."
"You what?" I asked incredulously.
"Tim, we are not going to continue having the same conversation over and over. You have said you are gay and didn't mind if people knew it. Your parents seem to know about it. Your doctor knows about it. Several guys in your classes know about it. Guys around campus and around town know it."
All that hit me and hit me hard. I started shaking again.
He laughed at me, grabbed my shoulders, held on tightly and shook them until I looked at him. "Tim get over it. You are gay; you have admitted it to many people and it is what you are, so what do you go through these emotions each time someone finds out about it. And let me guess they are feelings of guilt and shame."
I knew what he meant, but I didn't like him laughing at me about it. I flipped his arms off of me and stood looking at him letting what he said sink in. He stood looking at me.
"You told me this is what you wanted. If it isn't, then just say so. I will talk to Rich and the RD and get me reassigned to another room. But Tim, I can't go through this with you every time a new person finds out that you like guys."
I looked at him. I didn't want him to leave and I wanted to be with him and I DID like guys, so what was the big issue. It just went against all the "norms" and I guess that is what continued to rock me.
I took a deep breath and stood up straighter. "You're right. I am sorry. I just get mixed up in mind. It is so new and different and all. But no, damn it! I don't want you to leave." I moved forward and gripped him and hugged him.
He hugged me back and then pushed me away and said, "So why are you wearing your clothes? You know the rules in the room."
He stood and waited while I stripped off my clothes. Once I was standing naked in front of him he said, "And what is this about cumming twice tonight?" He looked me up and down and then back at my face. "Why?"
"Mike. I am sorry. I just got carried away, he was so horny and insistent, and I don't know, it just all happened so fast." I didn't know what else to say.
"Tim, I still expect you to be in control. Needless to say, I am disappointed in you."
Fuck, that hurt. I felt his words sting, my stomach lurched, my heart clinched and my eyes welled up. "Mike, I,"
"Don't say anything else. We will get through this, but you will be punished." He looked at me, "You agree you need to be punished?"
I swallowed, "Yes," and pictures of being beaten with a belt ran through my mind. That is how a neighbor friend of mine got punished by his dad.
/He went to his chest of drawers and opened it. He pulled out a box and held it up. "You bought this on your trip to the adult bookstore." The box said, CB-2000. He opened it and pulled out a plastic contraption. He moved over and knelt in front of me and began working with it on my cock.
He slipped some kind of ring thing around my balls and dick. Then he put a cage thing on the front that covered my cock. He put some kind of plastic zip tag on it and then stood up. "That should do it." I looked down and tried to figure out what was what. "Go look in the mirror," he pointed to the mirror on the back of the door.
I walked over to the mirror with the strange sensations of this thing on my cock. I looked at it and moved it around. My cock was incased in a plastic cage. It was light weight. I started to swell at the thought of it.
"Better control that, because it begins to hurt if you get too hard," Mike said with a smile as he watched me examining the device. "So that will stay on until I say you can remove it. The plastic lock has a number on it, so if you remove it and then try to put another one on, I will know."
I swallowed and asked, "How long?"
"I said, until I tell you it can come off." He smiled again.
I swallowed and asked, "I mean, an hour, 2 hours, 3 hours, 6 hours, 12 hours, how long?"
He chuckled, "We are talking days here," he said without any hint of kidding.
"What?" I turned and looked at him straight on, "Mike, I can't ^Å."
"You can and you will." He stood up then and said, "Grab your stuff, you need a shower. You smell like sex."
"Mike, I can't do that. I can't let anyone see me this way. Mike, I just can't. Please take it off."
"No, you did the deed now you take the punishment. Just keep yourself covered as much as possible if you have a problem with it. I think it is kind of cute." He reached for his stuff, grabbed his robe and put it on, leaving it gaping open as usual. I grabbed my robe and tied it tightly about myself. I got my shower stuff and followed Mike out of the door.
When we got to the showers, Mike pointed to a shower and motioned for me to take it. It was the second one back on the left side of 4. He took the one across the way and of course left both of his curtains open. I started to pull the outside one closed before I removed my robe, but Mike shook his head no. I showed him 2 inches with my fingers and he shook his head and showed 4. So I pulled it closed all except 4 inches and removed my robe. I started the shower and felt very self conscious with the device on. I kept my back to the gap in the shower and then stepped into the shower and pulled that curtain closed all except 4 inches.
Mike kept whistling at me and I tried to ignore him. Guys walked by to the other showers and I felt them looking in at me. I knew they were looking at Mike as well, no one could possible miss him and he always tried to stay facing towards to opening.
He threw a cold washcloth at me and that caused me to turn partially around. Of course he had timed it for when someone was walking by. I managed to keep my crotch facing into the shower. It was difficult to wash my cock. I just poured soap over it and rinsed it well. The stubble of my pubic hair was showing about was about 1/8" or so long. It had been itching recently. I hoped it grew in faster. But I kind of liked the feeling and wondered if I could get Mike to shave it again. Those thought made my cock swell and it was quickly evident that I couldn't do that, it hurt and began to hurt more.
I had to do something, so I turned on the cold water and let it pour over my body and started to shiver. "Oh, Shit!" I said and turned off the cold water. My cock was shriveled down to nothing. It had worked, but I didn't think I was going to be able to walk around with a cold shower.
Mike was laughing his ass off in the other shower. He had turned off his water and was drying himself in plain view of everyone. I turned my back to the opening again and dried myself. When I was dry, I wrapped the robe around me and tied it tightly, enjoying its warmth.
As we shaved over the sinks, Mike kept smiling at me in the mirror, laughing inwardly about my predicament. As I leaned against the sink, I felt the cage pushed again me.
We finished up shaving, brushing teeth, etc and then headed back to the room. Once inside, Mike removed his robe and hung it up. He looked at me, waiting for me to remove mine. I took off my robe and hung it up. "I guess the cold shower worked." He smiled.
"I am bushed and going to get some sleep," he said and lay down on his bed. He had pulled back the covers and was laying there. "Come over here and lay down," he patted the bed.
It made my heart swell for him to say that. I flipped off the light and headed over and got in next to him. The light next to bed was still on and I enjoyed seeing his body up close. He rubbed my shoulder and arm as we lay face to face. He felt so warm and it felt so good. I reached over and touched his chest. I drew circles around his nipples with my finger. He sighed and rubbed down onto my hip.
He knew how to get to me. I traced down his chest to his navel and looked down and at his cock and Shit! I had begun to swell and I couldn't do that! He smiled and said, "Turn around here, back to me and I'll stop teasing you." I turned over and he pulled me in close to him. I felt his cock against my ass and that wasn't helping. I moaned and he chuckled a bit and said, "Okay, calm down, deep breaths, and go to sleep. I am right here with you."
That wasn't really helping. But I closed my eyes and took deep breaths and tried to think of anything else but his warm body behind me and his warm cock in my ass. For a moment, I thought I was going to do permanent damage to my cock as it tried to expand within the confining cage.
"Think of sex with your grandmother," Mike said, trying not to laugh.
"Yuck!" I said, with the image of my naked grandmother flashing in my mind. But it worked because the pressure eased on my cock. I laughed to myself at the thought and eventually fell asleep, very comfortable in Mike's bed.
I awoke feeling the poking in my butt. Mike was trying to fuck me. I felt him push into me and groaned. He continued to push and swell as he entered me. I tried to tell him to stop but I couldn't say anything. I don't know if I was gagged or what. But he continued to push until he was seated firmly and completely in my ass. He grunted as he felt himself sunk into the hilt. My cock swelled as he flexed his cock in my ass. He pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back in. I wanted to cry out from the pain/pleasure/pain. My cock was swelling and the pain was terrible. I looked down to see my cock swelling out between the plastic bars of the cage. It couldn't lengthen, so it was swelling. And it was like a balloon pressing out through the bars.
The more he pumped the more I swelled. I knew at some point I would see my cock explode. The pain was horrific on my cock and the pleasure in my ass was so intense. It was like he was using an electric current on my prostate. I was shaking all over and Mike was moaning, groaning and grunting as he pounded my ass over and over. I looked down again and saw sections of my cock squeezing out between the bars of the cage.
I wanted to cry out, but couldn't. My ass was clamping down on his cock and he was panting as he worked faster and harder on my ass. I knew he was building to a climax and I knew that any minute my cock was going to be damaged. It was a powerful play of pain and pleasure. I began to shudder as the feelings began to overwhelm me.
I felt Mike thrusting hard into me and knew it was close, happening fast. I heard the moan building in his throat and wanted to match it. The pain was becoming unbearable.
His moan reached a peak and he thrust in deeply and began to shoot and I screamed and
"Tim, wake up." Mike was shaking me. My cock was in pain and Mike was making soothing sounds. "It's okay. Tim, I am right here."
"My cock!" I gasped, "it is going to explode!" I was whimpering.
"Shhhh!" he said calmly, "It will be alright," he rubbed my arm again. "Think of having sex with your grandmother, again."
I tried but the image of Mike in my ass was still there. He shook me again and said, "Think of her!"
The image clicked and it was horrible! But it worked and I sighed. He patted my shoulder again and ruffled my hair. "That must have been some dream!"
"Yeah," trying not to bring it back in focus. I tried to relax. "I have to pee," I said.
He laughed; he flipped the covers off of us. He must have covered us up sometime during the night. "Get up and use a can," he instructed.
I breathed deeply, rolled out and up. My eyes focused and I found a cup. I shook it to see if it was empty. It had just a bit in it, so I held it in below the contraption. I could only hope that it went in the right place. It was dark and I couldn't tell and had no experience pissing with this thing on. I heard the tinkle as it began to hit the cup. Then the flow started and there was no stopping it. I heard it gushing into the cup. I sighed with relief.
I went back and I crawled into my cold bed. Mike said, "What's going on?"
"I think this is safer while I wearing this thing. Nothing against you -- well that's right, I won't be against you." I smiled at my own humor. "But I am afraid for my cock, if I am in bed with you." I thought and then said, "And it's all your fault!"
"Yeah, right. Who came twice when he was only supposed to cum once?" He chuckled that famous chuckle of his.
I smiled and turned and faced the wall. I couldn't accidentally open my eyes and see his naked form. I thought of my grandmother again. Then I thought of my grandfather and that made me chuckle to myself. I managed to get back to sleep.
Mike woke me up and said, "Get up." He shook my shoulder again. "I keep telling you, that drool thing is really cute."
I wiped my mouth and said, "Shut the fuck up and go away!"
He laughed and shook me again. "Get up! Get dressed. You have to get to class. You have to get some homework done and get everything ready for when your cousin arrives."
"Oh, Shit!" I threw off the covers and jumped out of bed. I felt the cage move in my lap. "Mike, I can't meet my cousin with this thing on!"
He laughed, "What you are going to meet him naked?"
"No, I, just. I mean he will know." I stammered.
"Not unless he squeezes your crotch or your wear tight shorts," he laughed as he said, it.
He got dressed and waited for me to get dressed as well. I put on some loose shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops, grabbed my backpack and followed Mike out and downstairs to breakfast.
I grabbed some food and followed Mike to a table. He sat down next to me and talked about classes for a bit. Then he leaned in and whispered, "I'd advise keeping your legs together." I clamped them shut.
"Why?"
"Cause that guy over there is taking quite an interest in what is under the table. He keeps glancing back and forth from my crotch to yours. Now I know he is seeing my cock and balls, because that is why I am wearing these shorts. So I assume he is getting a look at yours and trying to figure out what he is seeing." He smiled.
I kept my legs closed and looked over at the guy Mike had pointed out. He was looking at his plate now, knowing he had been caught. I also blushed knowing he had seen that thing on my cock.
We finished breakfast and Mike took the plates back. I followed him out and headed off to my classes. As soon as I sat down in my first class I looked up to see Rick smiling away. I blushed and looked down and remembered to close my legs. I looked back up and he was still smiling.
I tried to concentrate on what was being said in class and tried to keep my legs together. I tried to write notes and at least get the assignments before the class was over.
Rick waited for me at the door. I didn't know what to say to him. He spoke first, "Tim, that was so great last night. I hope we can do that again." He whispered to me. He reached over to squeeze my cock, but I pulled away from him. He got a hurt look on his face.
"No, it's not what you think. I just. I am sorry." I reached over to grope him. He stood there as I took his crotch in my hand. He smiled.
"Yeah!" he said, pushing his crotch into my hand. He reached out to take mine. For some reason I let him and his eyes flew open wide as he felt the cage.
I blushed and he asked, "What the fuck is that?"
I looked down and said, "As I told you, I was only supposed to cum once last night with you and I came twice. So my punishment is that I have to wear this cage to keep me from having erections." I blushed again. "And you aren't helping right now!" I tried thinking of my grandmother again. Poor grandma being used in such a way! That picture made me laugh and relieved some pressure.
"You're shitting me. How long do you have to wear it?" I could tell that the reason he wanted to know was because he wanted to know how long until he could have me again.
"I don't know. He keeps talking about days. I have to tell you, that it hasn't even been 12 hours and the thing is driving me crazy!"
He chuckled a bit, "I guess next time you are going to have to tell me in advance how many times you can cum." He thought for a moment and then said, "Or maybe you can bring your roommate along and each of you can cum once!" He smiled at the thought of that.
I nodded and said I had to head off to my next class. When I got there Josh was sitting across from where I would be sitting with a big smile on his face. He spread his legs to let me look up the leg of his short to see the head of his cock. I groaned inwardly and tried to focus on what was being said. Every few minutes I would just have to take a peak and he would be smiling and keeping his legs so that I could get a good view.
I really tried to concentrate and hear what was being said. My hand shook as I took notes and I tried not to think of him and what he had looked like last night. It was very clear to me when my thoughts turned to him and his body as he had performed; there was no other word for it, for us last night, because I could feel the constraints of the cage on my cock each time it tried to swell. I would feel the pressure and realize my thoughts had strayed to that again and would have to try to refocus on class or one of my grandparents and sex with one of them. I would get disgusted and then turn back to what was being said and try and take notes.
Then I would look out across the way and see the cock peaking out of his shorts and the whole process would repeat itself. I was such a mess! Finally class was over and I gathered my stuff knowing I was going to have to talk with Josh before leaving. He was waiting for me at the door and smiling. "Did you like what you saw last night?"
"Yeah, very much," and felt the pressure on my cock.
"When do I get my copy of the pictures?" he asked not lowering his voice at all.
"Josh, I am sorry, I meant to bring it today. I will have them for you on Monday, is that okay?" I said with some trepidation.
"Yeah, that's fine," he said as he put his hand on my shoulder and kind of rocked me back and forth. He was smiling away. "I just thought that was really hot last night. I really got off on having you guys watch me." He said again without lowering his voice. I didn't want to look around and see if anyone was watching or listening. I was sure they were.
I didn't know what to say, other than, "Josh, it was hot watching you."
He smiled and ruffled my head and then said, "Any time, Tim, anytime." He turned and sauntered off to his next class. I was heading off to my next class when I passed the men's room and remembered the blond guy, Dave, the one with the long dick. I felt the pressure again and tried to focus on something else. I really hated having to tell him no. He looked so needy yesterday.
I opened the door and walked in. He was standing at the urinal with his cock out. I walked up to him and he smiled. "I was afraid you weren't coming!" he said with such a gush of gladness.
"Dave, I ah, .."
His face deflated and his shoulder slumped, "You are going to brush me off aren't you. Just because I am not a buffed, chiseled jock, you are going go give me a pass. That just sucks!" He was getting worked up.
"Shh!" I said emphatically. I leaned in close to him. "It's not that!" I couldn't believe I was going to do this, but I undid my shorts and unzipped them exposing my crotch to him. His eyes widened. "It's not because of you!" I looked at his face. The anger had left it and he had a questioning look on his face.
"I am being punished," I whispered and looked down. "Look, I can't do anything with you and even thinking about it hurts." I looked down at the cage. "So, Dave, it isn't you, it's me. I want to do this with you, but I can't at this moment." I paused and thought for a moment and then gave him my cell phone. "Call me next week, Wednesday or Thursday and let's see if we can't hook up."
He smiled and I added, "And we can use my dorm room and do whatever you want with as much time as you want." Then I thought again, "But I can't guarantee that my roommate might not be there and might want to join in!" He thought for a moment and then smiled. I buttoned my pants and zipped up.
"Sounds great!" he said enthusiastically. And after zipping up, he walked out with me. We shook hands outside and I am sure that made some people turn and look, but I shook his hand and headed off to my next class feeling like I had made his day without ever touching him or him touching me.
I made it to my next class and actually got to listen and take notes. Then I stopped and grabbed something to eat. While I ate, I reviewed my thoughts. Mike had been right about me repeating my emotions over and over. I had to get over that.
I knew that liking guys was what I liked and that I wasn't ashamed of that, but I kept reacting that way, as if I was guilty of something. I had accepted myself, but continued to be concerned whether others accepted me or not. I was constantly worried about what others thought of me. I knew I shouldn't be worried about that, but I guess it was a hold over from my childhood of always trying to win approval.
I was just finishing my lunch when my cell phone rang. I looked at the number and didn't recognize it.
"Hello,"
"Dude, where are you?" I tried to place the voice but couldn't
"Tim, it's me, Howie, your cousin. You are supposed to go to the lake this weekend with me."
"Howie! I didn't recognize your voice. It has been a long time."
"No, shit, Dude. Where are you?"
"Where are you?"
"In your room."
"What?" I was picturing him in the room with a naked Mike.
"Yeah, Dude, your roommate let me in and I am waiting for you. So get your ass up here."
"Is Mike still there?"
"Mike, your roommate? Yeah, Dude, he's here. Do you need to talk to him?"
"Ah, no. I'll be right there." I kept thinking of the image of him sitting in my room with my naked roommate.
I was anxious and nervous and panicking about the whole situation. Getting all wound up in what he would think of Mike, his nudity, him, me and everything.
I ran up the steps in the dorm and rush down the hall to my room. I opened the door and saw mike sitting on his bed, pushed back up against the wall, naked, of course, one leg laying out in front of him, the other one cocked up in front of him, leaving his crotch wide open for viewing.
Howie, Howard John Wayne Matthews, was sitting on my bed opposite of him, clothed and talking with Mike.
"Tim?" He turned and smiled, and then stood and gripped my hand, "Dude, it has been a long time!" Then he put his other arm around me and gave me a squeeze. Was I going to have to listen to `Dude' all weekend?
"Howie, yes it has been a while." I looked him over. He had filled out and wasn't a skinny guy any more he had broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His square jaw was framed by a dark shadow of beard. He had a rugged, country air to him, powerful, but not the kind that came from a weight room, but from working at a tough job.
"You ready for a weekend on the lake? Beer, water and just us guys?" His smile was spread across his face and his blue eyes were beaming out from under his shaggy brown hair that was frosted with sun streaked hair. He had certainly changed and he was showing a very masculine presence about him.
"Yes, I think I need a weekend away." I said trying to take my eyes off of him and look at Mike. He was smiling, enjoying my discomfort.
"Hey, dude," he turned and faced Mike, "why don't you join us?" He turned at looked at me, "that is if you can stand to have your roommate around all weekend."
"I, ah, yes, ah, if Mike wants to," worried that he would say yes and concerned that he would say no.
"That would be awesome, dude," Mike said with ill concealed humor.
"Then it's a doner, dude." He smiled a smile that lit up the room. He turned and looked at Mike, "Dude, are you going to put on some clothes or are you going to go out to the car that way?" I had been waiting for some comment and there it was. "Once we get to the lake, that's pretty much the dress of the day, but between here and there, it might cause a bit of a stir, if you know what I mean," and he winked at me.
Oh, shit. What was I getting myself into?
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