I thought for a moment and couldn't believe I was saying it, but I said, "It was great. I only wish it had been yours." Fuck I couldn't believe I told him that!
He chuckled, ruffled my hair, "Maybe we can arrange that!"
I had no doubt that he could arrange that. But right now I was so horny; I hadn't cum. Both he and Pete had cum, but I was still wanting to! "Can I cum now," I asked.
"You mean you want to jerk off in front of me and cum?" he asked smiling.
"YES!" I said. He laughed. "What?!"
"Just days ago you wouldn't even let me see you naked, now you are wanting, no begging me to let you jerk off in front of me. And look at you standing there naked, you sexy stud!"
I blushed. He was right - things had changed in the last couple of days.
"And you just sucked a guy off while I watched," he reminded me and I couldn't believe it. Man, what was going on.
"Yeah," I admitted, "and I can't believe all of what is going on, but I have to ask again, can I cum now." I thought for a moment, "Please."
He smiled, sighed and said, "Not yet."
"What the fuck do you mean?" I was pissed, I was frustrated and didn't understand anything. I was standing in front of my roommate, naked and hard, begging him to allow me to cum.
"Calm down! Calm down!" he said and tried to take the smile away from his face.
He took hold of my shoulders and looked me in the eyes, "Look, you can go down the hall and sit in the toilet stall and jack off to your heart's content." I looked him in astonishment. "But," he looked at me, looking from one eye to the other, "But if you want to experience an incredible sexual high, then wait until I tell you can cum." He looked at me again.
"You have just asked me for permission to cum. I am telling you not yet. You have your answer and you have to make your decision." He squeezed my shoulders, "Do you trust me?"
I looked at him and read his eyes. "Yes, but," and couldn't believe a tear rolled down my face.
"Yes?" Mike pushed.
"But I am so horny and so frustrated and messed up. I just want to cum!"
"And you will get to cum and you will enjoy it. I promise you, that you will find it totally mind fucking blowing!" He let go of my shoulders and reached down with his right hand and squeezed my cock. I groaned and nearly crumbled to my knees.
"Yes! Please! More!" I begged.
"Yes, but not now. Calm down and get a hold of yourself, Tim. You would think you never waited, held off for a time."
"I have waited before, but I haven't edged and gotten myself all turned on and then stopped and had to wait."
He laughed, "But you are now." He continued to squeeze my cock and I tried to buck my hips into his hand, but he didn't let my rod slip between his fingers, he just held on and moved with me.
He laughed again, "You are one horny son of a bitch!" He looked down at my cock again. "And to think you were too shy to let me see you naked just days ago."
That was the second time he had said that and it was hitting home. What the fuck was going on with me?
"Okay, can you make that thing go down without coming? Or do you want me to do it for you again?" He looked me in the face, watching for my reaction as I processed the implication of what he was saying. It dawned on me what he meant by him doing it - hitting me in the nuts!
I thought about what he said and knew I would prefer to do it to myself. "Let me do it," I said.
"Okay, but here's the suggestion I have. Take your balls and give them a good squeeze, jut like when you are keeping yourself from cumming, only harder!" he chuckled as he watched my face and my grimace.
I reached down and took hold of my balls while I looked into Mike's face. I gripped them tightly and began to squeeze. It hurt so much, but it wasn't having the effect I needed.
"Squeeze them harder!" Mike told me, "Or I will do it for you."
I gripped them harder and pressed more. Suddenly the pain raced up from my groin to my stomach. "Ugh! Fuck! That hurts! Shit!" I gripped my balls and waited for the ache to subside. It was killing me! When I was able to breathe again, I noticed that my dick had gone down. "It worked."
"Okay, put on some shorts and a shirt, we are going out."
I reached for my boxers and Mike said, "You won't be needing those." I looked at him and he said, "Or you can just wear boxers and nothing else." I blushed and put them down. I slipped on my shorts and a t-shirt and a pair of slippers. I looked up and Mike was dressed similarly.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"It is a surprise," he said, leading the way out of the room.
I followed him down the hall and down the stairs. Once outside, I asked, "So, now where?"
"Just follow me," he said, and headed off across campus. So I did.
He walked on and all I could think of was sex. I watched his butt move in his shorts. I was thinking about holding his cock in my hand. I thought about Pete's cock in my mouth.
I was lost in the fog of lust again and really didn't figure out where we were going until we got there. We walked into the computer lab, the one located in the math department.
"What are we doing here?" I asked.
"You'll see." I followed Mike towards back of the lab. He found a computer off by itself and brought 2 chairs. "Sit down." I did and Mike went onto the Internet. He types an address in and I see a web site appear. He enters an ID name and a password and then a set of pictures appear. He clicked on one and a set of pictures of college guys appeared. Then he enlarged one and the guy was naked and hard!
He set it to slide show and proceeded to take me through a series of pictures o hot college dudes, mostly naked and many hard and some stroking. I got turned on quickly.
Mike reached over and squeezed my cock. "Now take it out," he said. I looked up and saw that he was serious.
"But I can't do that!" I whispered emphatically.
"But you are getting turned on looking at this site and these guys and you told me you were horny. You want to touch your cock don't you?"
I stammered and hemmed and hawed. I looked around the lab and there was only one other student in the lab and he was up at the front working intently on the computer. I looked at Mike again and he just nodded his head.
I reached down and unzipped my shorts and pulled my throbbing cock out. I think I even sighed with satisfaction.
Mike went back to the computer and started the slide show again. I couldn't believe all these guys allowing themselves to be photographed like this, naked, hard and stroking. I couldn't believe it. And what was this about guy's assholes? Guys were showing their butts and even their holes. I mean I knew I had an asshole, but I never thought that other guys had assholes.
I was absently stroking my cock while Mike went through the pictures. I was thoroughly engrossed in the site, when Mike said, "Can anyone help us here? I don't seem to be able to get the Internet to work. "
I flushed red and I tried to get my cock back in my shorts before someone came over.
Mike was laughing away; he couldn't talk. Finally, he wiped the tears from his eyes, "The guy has his earphones on, and he can't hear anything!" I was still trying to smash my dick back in the fly of my shorts.
"Take it back out and continue on," Mike said, starting the slideshow up again.
I got it out again and looked around the lab again. My heart was racing and my breathing was raged. I thought my cock would burst.
I was mesmerized by the parade of flesh on the screen in front of me. My hand was working my cock under the desk. My breath was coming faster and faster, I wanted the release and I wanted it NOW!
I was getting closer and closer and my fist was flying on my cock when I felt that rush approach. "Stop!" Mike said.
I removed my hand and my cock throbbed and jerked. It wanted to finish! "Please," I begged," Please!"
"Not yet," Mike said and smiled. He started the show up again. My breathing had calmed and I took my rod in hand and started stroking it again. I didn't even look around this time.
My eyes were glued to the screen and my hand was working my cock. I began to work up the pace and was soon rushing towards the place of bliss. My body was trembling. "Stop! Squeeze your balls! Now, with the other hand squeeze the base of your cock really hard."
I complied and groaned and ached as the pain of the crushed balls raced up my stomach. My cock was pulsing in my hands. I was panting.
When Mike finally said I could release my cock, a bit of white escaped. "You are going to have to do better than that. Next time no cum, only precum. "
"Next time! You mean you aren't going to let me cum!" I had raised my voice and Mike had to shush me.
"You'll get to cum, when I tell you that you can." He looked at me and then smiled again. "Are you going to put that away or are you going to walk out of here with it hanging out of your pants?" He laughed.
I licked the cum off of my fingers that had leaked from my cock and then I worked my cock back into my shorts. My hands were shaking; I was so on edge.
I got my shorts zipped up and noticed that I had a spot on the front of my shorts. My cock had leaked some. Fuck! I was mess.
Mike lead the way and again I followed watching his ass bunch and flex as he walked in front of me. I finally figured we were heading into the men's locker rooms. I feared what he was going to have me do here.
I followed him through the locker room. As I walked through it, I was amazed at the naked male flesh that was around me. I wanted to take in every one of them. I wanted to see their cocks. I wanted to see them hard. I was totally enthralled with men now, especially naked men.
Mike led us to the toilets and the bank of urinals along one wall. They were the kind without partitions and the kind you have to sort of straddle to piss in. He stood over one and so I took the one next to him. He hauled out his cock and began to piss. I watched and then realized I couldn't just stand and watch him piss. Guys were coming up in various states of undress all around me and using the urinals.
I pulled my cock out and aimed it at the urinal. I tried to relax. Nothing. I wanted to shake my dick and pretend that I had pissed and put it away. I had had to do that before when I couldn't go at a public urinal.
But I knew Mike wouldn't let me do that. So I stood there with my dick in my hand and began to think of Mike's waterfall. Soon I could see it and then I could hear it, then I began pissing. I sighed and let it flow.
When I finished, I flipped my cock a couple of times getting the last drops off and then tucked my cock back into my pants.
Mike led us back through the locker room. At one point he stopped and talked to one guy. The guy had just pulled off his jock and was standing there naked as Mike talked to him. I was staring at the naked man, taking in his muscular build, hair brushed chest and thick dark hair that surrounded his marvelous cock.
Mike turned to me and said, "Tim this is Bart. Bart, this is Tim, my roommate." I had to raise my eyes from his crotch when he reached out his hand to shake mine.
I said something inane and tried to focus on his face when I talked with him. He reached down and scratched his cock while he talked. I didn't hear what he was saying; I was focused on his cock.
They must have asked me something, because suddenly the conversation stopped. I Looked up from Bart's crotch and looked from Mike to Bart and back, "I'm sorry, what?" I stammered; I fought blushing.
"Bart asked what sports you played in high school," Mike filled in for me.
"Ah, track, mostly," I said fumbling for words. Why had the male anatomy taken on such a new fascination with me?
Bart looked at me strangely and said he had to get dressed and onto his next class. He extended his hand and said, "Nice to meet you, Tim."
I reached out and gripped his hand. I realized it was the one that had just a moment ago scratched his crotch. My cock gave a twinge as I shook his warm hand.
"Nice to see you, too, Bart," then I realized what I said and I felt heat rise up my face. I fought to keep my eyes on his swarthy face.
Mike patted me on the shoulder, "Yeah, we have to go as well. Take care Bart," he waved him a farewell and I set off following Mike again.
My thoughts were consumed with men. Every man I passed, I would look at their crotch and wonder what they would look like naked. It was only because Mike was in front of me that I kept from running into things or people.
Mike took us to a stairway on the backside of the library. He walked up to the top step and sat down. He stopped me about 5 or 6 steps from the top. I wondered what was up. He asked me what I had been thinking about.
I lowered my head from looking at his face and looked at his crotch. He was sitting, so that I could look up the legs of his shorts and see his cock. "I, um, have, a, been...."
He laughed. "Like what you see?"
I looked down at my feet for a moment and then looked back up and then down his shorts. I could only nod my head.
He chuckled again, "You getting turned on looking at my cock?" He changed positions a bit and more of his cock and balls came into view. I think I licked my lips, because he laughed and pulled the leg of his shorts back, nearly freeing his cock.
"From the looks of the front of your shorts, I would say so!" He had a devilish look on his face, when I looked up again. I looked back down and his cock was swelling and I swear it jerked up and down a bit. And damn it! I WAS getting hard. My cock tented my shorts now.
"Do you want to jack off, Tim?" I looked around nervously. We were the only people around, but that didn't mean that someone couldn't come by any moment. But my cock was doing the thinking and again, I could only nod.
"You want to take your cock out here. Here on the back steps of the library? Potentially in view of any one who walked by?" My cock twitched again.
"Yes!" I hissed.
I was reaching for my zipper when he said, "No, not yet." He reached down and fingered the end of his nearly rigid cock.
I moaned and felt saliva flood my mouth. "Please," I pleaded in a whisper.
He smiled. "You really get off on cocks don't you, Tim?"
The use of my name, bought me back a bit. Me, Tim, the guy who a couple of days ago was happily jerking off in toilet stalls and under the covers of my bed, the guy who couldn't bear to be naked in front of another guy was now wanting to take my cock out in a public place and jerk off, all because I was looking at my exhibitionist roommate as he played with the head of his swollen cock.
I looked down and nodded.
"No, Tim, tell me that you get turned on looking at my cock."
I looked up at him and swallowed, "Mike, it turns me on to see your cock, hard, soft or in between. To see you naked drives me crazy and I am so horny I want to cum so bad!" I said it all in a rush, getting it all out.
"What will you do, if I let you feel my cock right now?"
My eyes were fixed on his cock again, "Anything," and I moved up a step.
"What will you do, if I let you cum?"
I swallowed again, my mouth suddenly dry, "Anything." MY world consisted only of his cock and his fingers rubbing the head of it.
"Anything I say. No matter what? If you can only touch my cock? If you could only cum?"
"YES!" I hissed, licking my lips and moving up another step.
"Okay, then strip. Take everything off right here and I will let you touch my cock and I will let you cum."
My heart thudded and I was reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt when I realized what I was about ready to do. Panic overwhelmed me then. I nearly cried as I said, "I can't. Mike, I just can't do that here." I think a sob escaped as my conscience fought between lust and reality.
He laughed as he stood and moved down the steps to stand next to me. "Too bad, cause I was looking forward to letting you cum today." He reached down and squeezed my rigid member that strained against my shorts.
I moaned again and started to change my mind.
"No, Tim, that was just a test. I don't need you to strip naked here on these steps. Not yet," he said and winked at me as he squeezed my cock one more time. Then he removed his hand and standing very close to me, reached down and pulled out the waistband of his shorts. I looked down and could see his beautiful cock. I know I moaned, once again.
"Now adjust yourself and follow me," he worked on his own cock, then walked down the steps. I adjusted mine as best as I could and followed him again. I felt very naked walking across campus with a hard on trapped in my waistband, watching Mike's ass move in front of me, knowing that he too was hard.
He walked around to the front of the library. He entered it and I followed as he headed upstairs. He went up to the third floor and then he headed off into the stacks. He finally stopped, turned and walked over to me. He leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Take it out."
I looked at him in disbelief. First he had stopped me and now he was telling me to do it.
"Do it, and I'll give you a surprise."
I looked around nervously and then I looked back at him. He just nodded. So I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my rigid cock. He smiled. He reached down and took it in his hand. I thought I could have cum right then; it felt so great.
Then without looking left of right, Mike pushed the front of his shorts down, freeing his own steely rod. A sound escaped my throat and I reached down to touch it and he swatted my hand away. He pulled his pants up then and turned around.
Then he pushed the back of his shorts down, exposing his butt and that design of fine hairs on his ass. My cock twitched and I reached down again. This time he let me caress his ass. I sighed. Guys had nice asses!
He pulled his shorts up and turned back to face me. "Unbutton your shorts and let them drop to the floor." He saw the fear on my face. "It is okay, there is less risk here than outside." He put his hands on my shoulders. "I really am trying to break you in slowly," he smiled.
Little Tim won that round and I reached around and unbuttoned my shorts and let them drop to the floor. My cock dripped at that point. Mike backed up a bit and make a signal with his hand for me to turn around. I nervously made slow turn until I faced back towards him.
'Very good, you may pull your shorts up now and get yourself together," he said as he leaned back against the stack to watch me pull up my shorts, button them, trap my cock in the waistband of my shorts and zip up. He stepped up close to me again. He lifted my t-shirt a bit, pulled my shorts out and looked down into them, much the way he had let me just a bit ago.
"Man, you make me hot! It turns me on, to know that you get so turned on looking at my body." He rubbed a hand across my chest and then down my stomach. "Let's go," he said and turned and led me out of the library.
I followed him again, my mind in complete turmoil. I had just exposed myself in the library! What the fuck was I thinking? Of course I wasn't, little Tim was.
I ran the last couple of days through my mind and the questions I had grew as I realized we had reached our dorm and were headed up the stairs to our room. I said nothing as we entered the room. Mike closed the door and stripped off his t-shirt and then his shorts; standing in front of me naked with his cock rising up to point to the ceiling.
"Get naked," he ordered and I hastened to comply. In seconds, I too was naked with my cock pointing the way. "Do you still want to touch my cock?"
I nodded again, swallowing, ready for this.
"No, Tim, tell me what you want to do?"
I didn't look down and I didn't hesitate. "I want to hold your cock. I want to study your body, every inch of it, I want to know it intimately. Mike your body turns me on!"
I think there was a fleeting expression of surprise crossed his face, and then he said, "Okay, but first we have to take care of some housekeeping details."
"Housekeeping details - stuff that just has to get done."
"Okay, so what are our housekeeping details?"
"Go over to the bed and get up on your bed." I went over as he said and sat down. "Now spread your legs." I did very self-consciously.
Then I looked up and saw that Mike had a camera in his hand. "What are you doing?" I was beginning to panic.
"You got so turned on looking at those guys on that site; I thought it was only fair that I have some of you in similar poses." He stood there smiling with his cock throbbing at jerking at the ceiling.
"But you will have naked pictures of me!" Panic had definitely overwhelmed me.
"Yes, just like you looked at those guys and got hard and stroked, I will have a set of you to do the same with." He looked at me and smiled. He took me through a series of poses - holding my cock, stroking it, playing with my balls, there wasn't much he left out.
Little Tim was running the ship again and I sat there, sweating a bit, while he proceeded to take photos of me naked. Then he had me actually start stroking myself. The flash was going off as I handled myself. It was so erotic and horny, doing this for him. I began to get into the thing, but it kept flashing in the back of my mind - what was I doing? I was allowing him to take pictures of me naked, hard and stroking.
He had me grip my balls and squeeze them, gently, for the camera. He had me get on my knees and spread my ass cheeks! Back on my back, he had me squeeze a nipple, wipe up some precum and lick it from my fingers. I couldn't believe I was doing all of this for him. But I was so hot and so horny I thought I would do anything to be able to get off.
He took several more pictures and then made me stop. I was nearly panting wanting to cum.
"Okay, you want to explore me now, then come over here," he headed over to his bed and lay down on it, "begin your exploration." He indicated his body with the wave of his hand. But I didn't know what he meant by that.
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