"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.
He laughed as he saw my unease. "Lay on your bed as I am on mine. Anything you do on your body, I will do on mine. In that way you can explore my body."
I felt at a loss - I had never explored a man's body and really didn't know what I wanted to see or touch or do. And did that mean I wasn't going to get to touch his body? Only mine?
"Not sure how to do this?" Mike asked laying there completely exposed to me.
"No," I mumbled.
"Okay, then just do what I do. You mirror me, like we did in the showers and all, but this time we are just going to take our time and have you explore my body with yours. Like this," he took his hand and ran it slowly down his chest and across his nipples, stopping at each one and twisting them slightly. I followed suit and enjoyed the feeling of my nipples being teased like that. Or was I feeling what he was feeling? It was very strange.
He took me down my chest and along the trail to my navel. Then he moved back to his underarms. When he turned his head and licked his armpit, I know my mouth dropped open, but I did it, tasting my own sweat, musk and all. It was so strange, stuff I had smelled but never tasted. It wasn't the bad taste I was expecting just different.
He then went down the side of his body, a spot that was always ticklish on me. Then down along his hip. He moved to the inside of his leg and again I felt a new thrill there. I had done this before with Mike; it was a place that made my cock tingle and felt good. Then down his legs and around his calves. Then he explored his feet. I hadn't really spent much time focusing on my feet, but he rubbed each toe and the soles of his feet. He actually brought his foot up to his face and sucked his big toe! I nearly couldn't do it, because I thought I was going to bust out laughing.
But I didn't. I took my big toe into my mouth and sucked it. He made faces like it was pure pleasure and I got the feeling he was mimicking the sucking of a cock. It made me blush, but it made my cock twitch as well. What the fuck was I doing - sucking my toes and thinking of sucking cock.
He released his foot and then switched to the other foot. He repeated his process on that side of his body. But by the time he reached his nipple on that side I was moaning and dripping. I was horny! And I wanted to cum!
Then he spoke, very quietly and said, "Now stay where you are and continue doing what I do." I must have looked questioning at him. "You will understand in just a moment." I watched and he turned over, so his back was to me.
He then took his hand and rubbed it across his ass. I followed suit, exploring my ass. This was new to me; I had only used my ass for sitting and shitting! Course I worked on my glutes for running and track and they were always in shape, but I had never played with them before.
He then ran his hand down his crack and pulled one cheek up, exposing his crack and hole. He didn't seem embarrassed at anything he ever did; like it was just the most natural thing, to be showing your asshole to your roommate. He ran his fingers along his crack and I followed along all of his movements.
His finger stopped at his hole the second time and he spent some time rubbing it and poking it. He even pushed the tip of one finger in just a bit. Then he lifted his hand and I followed and he brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. I couldn't believe I smelled the fingers that had been in my ass! But the smell wasn't just shit, in fact very little shit, but mostly a musky, sweaty body smell.
Then he licked his finger! Fuck! But I followed suit, thinking I would be sick, but I wasn't. It wasn't the bad taste I expected, just different and at this point it seemed erotic, sexy and was making me more turned on. He put his hand back down and rubbed it along his ass, playing with the hairs in his crack.
Then down to the area between his hole and his balls. I hadn't realized how sensitive this area is. With my cock hard, it was mind blowing to gently touch this area.
He lowered his legs and rolled onto his back and I followed suit keeping up. He was now rolling his balls back and forth between his fingers. I was moaning now. I wanted release. "Please," I whispered.
He smiled. He ran a finger up his cock and wiped a drop of precum off of the end. He brought it to his lips and sucked it off. I moaned again. I wanted to cum now!
"Once again, I will ask you. Will you do anything I ask, no matter what, if I let you cum?" He looked over at me then.
"Yes!" I wanted this, it didn't matter what, just let me cum!
"You are sure, anything, any time, any where, anything?"
"Yes, please!" I was begging again. "Anything!"
"Okay, wet your middle finger of your left hand," I didn't even ask why I just did and saw that he was doing the same finger on his right hand.
"Now work it around and around your hole." I did what he said, eager to move to cumming. "Now wet it again." I did. "Now work it inside your hole." I think I hesitated for just a moment, but wanted to cum and followed his orders.
"Work it in deep, as deep as you can go." This felt so strange! But then it felt different and good as well.
"Now fuck yourself with you finger - in and out and see if there isn't some special spot in there that when you touch it a bit of electricity goes through your body." I had no clue what he was talking about, but I did as I was told and wiggled my finger around and in and out and at one point touched something that did make my cock jump and leak more. He could tell when I did it, because he said, "Yeah, that's it!
"Now continue to play with your hole and begin to stroke," he said in a quieter voice. I was eager to do what he said and began to stroke with my right hand and while worked on my hole with the other hand. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the fog of lust and just went for that place of pleasure and wild sensations.
So the first time a flash appeared through my eyelids it didn't register, but the second one did. I opened my eyes to see Mike taking pictures of me again. I couldn't stop though I was too close and too wound up. I kept working on my ass and my cock until my fist was flying on my dick. I was moaning and grunting and tensing the muscles in my legs and arms and pushing towards that edge. I wanted release!
I pounded my cock until I felt the flood wash over me and knew I was there and began to shoot. The first shot hit me in the face and then second one hit me on the chin and the remaining ones shot on my chest and stomach. I was still pumping even though I had finished shooting. Then I was squeezing the last of the cum out of my cock. I removed my finger from my ass and stretched out flat.
As I lay panting there, I heard him say very quietly, "Wipe up some of your cum and eat it." In a daze, I followed his instructions and using my left hand wiped up a bit of cum and still holding on to my cock with my right hand brought it up and licked it clean. It was then that I realized this was the finger that had been up my ass! And that flashes had gone off again.
Man, I was one sick fuck! I opened my eyes and looked at Mike's smiling face and looked down his body at his bobbing cock. "That was great!" he said, with great joy in his voice still holding the camera in his hand.
My mind went into a whirlwind then and I didn't know what to think. I didn't say a word. I sat up, grabbed my shorts and pulled them on and then a t-shirt and whipped that on, slipped into my slippers and headed towards the door. Mike said, "Whoa, what's up Tim?" But I pushed past him, opened the door and headed out. I didn't even stop to close the door, just left Mike standing in the middle of our room, naked and hard.
I ran downstairs and outside. I couldn't breathe. I sat down on a bench and put my head in my hands and tried to think. What the fuck was I doing? In the space of a couple of days, I had changed. I was jerking off my roommate, sucking some stranger off, allowing myself to be photographed naked, jerking off and finger fucking my ass. What the fuck was wrong with me?
After a bit, I stood up and started walking. I didn't pay any attention to where I was going; I was just walking. Images kept flashing through my mind. Mike naked, Mike hard, Mike stroking, Mike coming, Pete sucking Mike, Pete hard, me sucking Pete, Pete's hard cock, Bart naked, Bart's cock, me naked and more. They just kept playing around in my head.
As these images flashed through my mind, I felt my cock stirring. Did this mean I liked guys? And what did that make me? And didn't I like women anymore? Hadn't I fucked a girl on several occasions and I hadn't I cum? I know I had thought about sex with a guy, but I think I just thought of hugging and kissing and making out and wondering what that would be like.
I thought back to high school and gym classes and how I was always checking out guys. I always thought I was just seeing how I compared to them. Was I big enough? As I walked, I started noticing guys along the street I was walking on. I would look at them up and down and wonder what they looked like naked and what their cock looked like.
I closed my eyes and stopped for a moment. What was going on? Was this something that had always been there and I had just ignored? Or had Mike done something to me that made me want this?
I opened my eyes and walked on. If I was honest with myself - and did I want to be honest with myself? - hadn't I always wondered what the guy would look like naked and fucking his girl when a guy talked about how he had scored with a chick. I didn't imagine the girl, just what he looked like as he sank his rigid cock into her. Fuck my cock was swelling again.
And hadn't I on more than one occasion, when over at some guy's house, Kile's for example, tried to get a look at him as he changed clothes? And didn't I go through Kile's dirty laundry one time, when he was out in the kitchen, looking for his soiled underwear, to see if he jacked off too?
Man, was I a fucking pervert or what? I tried to picture my girlfriend from high school - what was her name? - naked and the picture wouldn't come to mind. I just kept seeing Mike naked instead. I tried to think of her smell and I just could only think of Pete's cock and my armpit and my ass.
I looked up and saw that I had walked a long way from campus and was in district of town that I had driven through but not stopped in. There was an adult bookstore up ahead. I hadn't ever been in one, but I wanted to see something. I checked my pockets to see if I had some money. I did, so I went in.
I had to show my ID to prove I was over 18 as I entered. There were several men in the place, but I kept my eyes down and didn't make eye contact. I saw a sign that said, "Video Arcade," and headed towards it. The board outside it was filled with the boxes of the videos that were showing. Lots of girls in lots of positions. This is what I wanted.
I found a booth that was open; I went in and put some money in the slot. The movie came on and it was a video of a girl sucking a guy. I started to get hard. But I had to know if it was from seeing the naked girl or the guy's cock. I flipped through some more videos until I found one of just a girl. She was rolling her tits and herself and as I watched I waited to see how my cock would react. It didn't.
I switched channels until there was a guy giving it to a woman. I watched his body and his cock and my cock began to swell. Then I flipped some more and found a video with just 2 guys. One guy was sucking the other. My face flushed as I watched this reminding me I had done that to Pete. But my cock throbbed and swelled. I reached down and adjusted myself as I watched.
I flipped the channel again and here were 2 guys again. One guy was licking the ass of the other! I couldn't believe it. Man, what would it feel like to have someone lick your hole?
I flipped again and here was a guy fucking another guy! He was sticking his dick up the guy's ass! I couldn't believe it. I had never even thought of that! But fuck it looked hot. I know that my finger had felt good up there, no matter how weird I thought it might be. Now I wondered how a guy could get his cock up such a small opening. I thought I would really have to be perverted to even think about that.
On the next channel what I saw, nearly made me run from the booth, but I was too fascinated to leave. A guy had his mouth open and another guy was pissing into it! Now that was perverted! But my cock jumped in my pants again.
Then on the next channel, one guy was having his nuts crushed, then waxed dripped on his naked flesh. There was just too much here to absorb! This is what guys did with each other. I was slowly going through all the channels seeing what was on there.
I reached down to free my cock and as I unzipped and pulled it out, I noticed holes in the walls on either side of me. As I watched, a tongue appeared through one. It wagged in and out. I looked at the other one and a hard cock came through. What was going on? Did the one guy want to suck my cock? Did the other one want me to suck his cock? What the fuck? But my mouth watered at the sight of that hard cock sticking through the hole. But I couldn't do that. I couldn't just take the cock or give mine to the willing tongue.
It wasn't that it didn't feel right; it just made me wonder what it would say about me if I did that. And which would I chose, the tongue or the dick? My cock bobbed wanting attention. But I pushed it back in my shorts and zipped up. I had to get out of there. I felt myself begin to sweat. I got out of the booth and headed back into the store's bright lights. I felt everyone's eyes on me as if they knew what I had done in the booth - taken out my cock or that I had contemplated sucking some guy's cock or letting some guy suck mine.
But I didn't leave. I needed more information. I went and found a magazine section and walked along it until I saw a section that was all men. I looked around a bit and seeing no one, picked up one of the magazines and looked through it. It was pictures of guy's my age. There was a series of pictures of each guy, started completely dressed, then with less and less clothing, then naked and soft and naked and hard and stroking and oh shit! My cock was hard and pushing at my pants again. I put that magazine down and picked up another one.
This one had shots of guys together, two and three at a time. They were sucking cock and licking assholes and fucking and kissing and Fuck! it was turning me on!
I put it down and picked up another one. This one showed pictures of guys tied to a wall with their cock and balls tied in very confining ways. Guys with clamps on their nipples, guys with things stuck up their holes, guys with clothespins on their balls, guys tied up in very awkward looking positions, guys being whipped, guys having their pubic hair shaved, guys blindfolded and being pissed on, guys with lit birthday candles in their piss holes! And a guy being fucked by a dog! Oh Fuck, what was this stuff and why was my cock pushing at the front of my shorts so?
All of it was so overwhelming. Here I was thinking what I had done was beyond belief and here were guys doing much more and allowing themselves to be photographed doing it! It was really mind blowing. I certainly was getting the answer I was looking for. This IS what was turning me on and it WAS what I was wanting.
I had picked up another magazine and was paging through the pictures of guys doing all these things and more to each other. I was fixed on the guys fucking and being fucked by rubber cocks, when I felt a nudge on my arm. I looked up and flushed as I realized someone was seeing what I was looking at. This guy was standing next to me, he had a magazine open as well. He said, "You want some help with that?" and he nodded towards the tent in my shorts.
I blushed again and dropped my magazine, mumbled "No." and tore out of the place. The clerk looked at me strangely as I zoomed by him and out into the night air. I looked up and down the street to see if anyone saw me come out of there as I walked quickly away from the place. I tried to arrange my cock in my shorts, so it wouldn't be so obvious.
I walked on and when I passed a gas station, I thought of something, made a quick turn and entered into the store. I found the restroom sign and headed towards it. The door was locked and then I saw the sign that said, get key from cashier. I started to turn and go get it when the door opened. The guy held the door open for me and I went in and slammed the door.
I fumbled with my shorts and got them open. I sat on the toilet and took my cock in hand and started stroking. A slideshow of images went through my mind as I pounded my cock. All the things I had seen, the videos, the holes in the booth, the magazines, Mike's cock, Pete's cock, the speed increased on the show until it became a blur in my mind to match the blur of my hand as it moved on my cock. I wanted this release!
I was panting and moaning and just the second I reached that point of no return heard the rattle of the doorknob! Oh Fuck! I was shooting cum everywhere as the door opened and a guy stood there with his mouth open looking at me as I pounded my pud! I went beet red and tried to stand and stuff my still leaking cock into my shorts. He stood and watched and didn't move or say a word as I pushed my cum-slick cock into my shorts, buttoned up and zipped up. I couldn't look him in the eye. I just had to get it together and get out of there.
My heart was racing so fast I thought I was going to pass out as I ran out of the store. I ran until I was out of range of the lights of the store and then slowed to a walk. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was so fucking horny and embarrassed and confused and unsure and horny and excited and I didn't know what all.
I headed back towards campus and the walking helped me get my thoughts together. It was clear now that I liked guys. And probably always had, but had never wanted to admit it. But I couldn't tell anyone; 'cause they would only think I was strange or weird and wouldn't want to be around me. And how could I go back to my room with Mike there. He would figure it out soon and then he would either ignore me or want to move out or torment me.
I stopped then and thought. He had let Pete suck him off. Did that mean he liked guys, too? He had stroked my cock while I stroked his. Did that mean he liked guys, too? I was confused. I know Mike got off of people seeing him naked, seeing him hard and seeing him stroking. But was it only men when women weren't around or was it only women, but he let men watch if they wanted to. Did he just tolerate men?
He talked about a group of guys getting together and jerking off in high school, but never any mention of anything more than that. He had talked about being with girls. How could a strong athletic hunk like him like guys?
No, he would kick my ass three ways to Sunday if I ever suggested that I wanted to do something to him. He probably had me figured out already before I did. That is why he got pictures of me naked, stroking and finger fucking myself. Fuck man; that made me feel ashamed. I let my roommate take pictures of me finger fucking while jerking off! Fuck, how messed up could I be. He must be sitting up in his room laughing his ass off right now, running through the pictures on his computer. Laughing his ass off at his perverted roommate who will do anything to jerk off.
Fuck me!
I was back on campus and couldn't go back to my room. I walked by and saw the light on in my room. I kept walking and went to the library and grabbed a book and sat down in a corner on a sofa and tried to figure out my life.
I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, someone was shaking me awake. "Hey, the library is closing and you have to leave." I looked up bleary eyed at the guy who was waking me up. When my eyes focused, they traveled from his face down his body to his crotch. Then I shook my head. I was checking out the guy in the library! I mean he was a nice looking guy, but shit, I was automatically checking out guys now.
As I stretched I looked up and saw his eyes were on my crotch. I looked down at myself and realized that in falling asleep here, I had really churned in my clothes and the leg of my short was way up and my cock was way down, so I was nearly completely exposed! I stammered something and pulled the leg of my shorts down.
He laughed and said, "Nothing I haven't seen before. Closing up around here, I see all kinds of things."
I mumbled something else and he said, "If you want to, ah, get some coffee or something, then, ah, you can wait for me outside. We could go to my place or, ah, where ever you want." He was nervous I could tell. But not nearly as nervous as I was. He was trying to pick me up. Man I was fucked up!
I said, "No, but thanks. It's late and I need to get back to my dorm. My roommate will be worried." I saw the disappointment on his face and didn't mean to hurt him. "Maybe another time," I said and smiled knowing there was no way, I could be seen with another guy, but not wanting to hurt his feelings.
I checked out the clock on my way downstairs. It was 1 am. Where was I going to go now? I walked back to the dorm and saw the light was still on in my room. I went upstairs and went to the floor above ours and into the common room. I stretched out on the couch and again rehashed my life. What did this mean about me and what was I going to do with my life now?
When I woke up I saw it was 9 o'clock. Mike had to be off to classes by now. I went downstairs and to our room. I listened to see if I heard anything, hearing nothing I opened the door and looked it. No Mike. I didn't realize how fast my heart had been racing until I went in and closed the door. I breathed a sigh of relief. I needed a shower to wake up, some clean clothes and my books. Then I had to get out of the room again before he came back.
As I went by my desk I saw a note typed on notepad on my computer showing on the screen. "Tim what happened to you last night? I was worried about you and then you didn't come home last night. Are you okay? I am really concerned about you. I miss my roommate. If you get this before lunch meet me back here at 12:30 pm, so I can find out that you are okay. Have fun! Mike."
'Have fun'! Fucking asshole. He was just playing with me. I couldn't meet him; I would be too embarrassed. But I had no idea what I was going to do. I couldn't live my life here at the college and not be able to use my room. Maybe if I just cooled it for a couple of days and took my stuff and hung out in the library and the common room, then things could cool down and he might not think about what I had done. Yeah, right!
I closed the notepad program and started to leave when I saw a folder open on my computer. The title on the folder said, 'Tim exposed.' There was a list of files; tim01 through tim53. I clicked on tim01 and saw a picture of me stripping out of my shorts. I went red and felt heat flush my entire body. I clicked next and began going through the series of pictures that Mike had taken of me. Oh Fuck! I was never going to live this down. Shit! When I got to the ones of me finger fucking myself, I nearly died. What was I going to do?
I started to erase the whole thing, but realized that if these were on mine, they at least had to be on his as well. Shit! Mike had pictures of me and he was going to blackmail me! There was no telling what he was going to have me do! Fuck, I was messed up! And my cock was getting hard seeing my pictures like that. I was one fucked up dude.
I grabbed my stuff and went down to the showers. I needed a shower; I had cum all over my crotch and really smelled. I went into the last cubicle and stripped out of my clothes. I started the water let it run to get hot. While I stood there, I raised my left arm and smelled myself. Man I was rank, but I put my nose closer, closing my eyes and inhaling. I felt my cock stir and I continued with my nose in my pit smelling and wondering what Mike's pit smelled like and remembering how Pete's crotch smelled and suddenly I had a ranging hard on again.
Man I was messed up! I got under the shower and rinsed off. I then got out the soap and started lathering up. I saved my crotch for last, hoping that it would go down while I worked on other parts of me. But no, it was rock hard and ready to go.
I grabbed hold of it and beat against my other hand as if to punish it for betraying me. But that just made my body tremble and make me more eager to stroke it. My body was betraying me. Or was it just telling me what my mind wasn't admitting. I was confused. What was I going to do about Mike and my pictures?
I soaped up my hand and applied it to my dick. I moaned then as I began to stroke it and squeeze it. It felt so good! And I wanted to cum again. I wanted that release. As I stroked the slide show started up alternating the real of Mike, Pete and myself with the videos and pictures I had seen last night. I was panting and realized I needed to tone it down or anyone in the bathrooms would know what I was doing.
In a frenzied state I pumped away rushing towards that point. I wanted to reach it and I wanted to reach it badly and quickly! My leg was trembling, as I got closer. Soon my eyes rolled up and my cock spasmed and began to shoot. I grunted and panted as I shot a load on the shower wall. I kept stroking until everything was out and my breathing began to even out.
I looked at the wall of the shower and reached out and scooped up some of my cum and brought it to my lips. Why did I do that? Why would I eat my cum? Which made me think that I had not only eaten mine, but my roommates and some guy named Pete. Man I was fucked up!
I continued to berate myself as I dried and put on deodorant, then clean boxers, shorts, and t-shirt. I stopped at the mirror and combed my hair and brushed my teeth. When someone came in, I looked at the sink. I couldn't look anyone in the face. They would immediately know what I was.
What was I? A guy who liked guys? Was that crazy, terrible or just a bit off? I had no experience in this area and didn't know whom I could talk to.
I went back to my room, hung up my towel and put away my stuff. I saw a stack of Mike's dirty clothes in the corner. I was drawn to them. I reached down and found a rare pair of boxers, as he usually didn't wear underwear. I bought them to my nose and inhaled. Shit, it smelled great!
Fuck! What was I doing? I threw down his shorts, grabbed my stuff, put on some trainers and headed out the door. It was 10 o'clock; I just had time to make it to my next class. I walked out of the room, downstairs and outside. I walked off to my next classes alternating between scrutinizing guy's crotches and keeping my head down and berating myself for being such a pervert.
What a fucked up asshole I was! I got to class and sat there. I tried to listen to the instructor. When I looked at him, I wondered what this 30-ish guy would look like naked? What did his cock look like? What did his ass look like?
Shit! I looked away and found myself glancing at this guy in the row off to the right of me. Studying his black hair and his dark eyes framed by black-rimmed glasses, his five o'clock shadow, the sharp angle of his jaw and how his jaw clenched and unclenched as he wrote. I looked at the top of his t-shirt at the neck and saw some black hair showing from there. I wondered what the hair looked like on his chest; you could see the clear outline of his pecs through the shirt. I saw the hair on his arms as his arms moved to take notes and hold his books and his biceps as they flexed.
Then I moved down and tried to get a glance at his crotch, but couldn't get a clear look at it. I looked at his legs though, as they emerged from his shorts. I traced the pattern of hair on his legs and calves. I looked at the white socks that showed above his trainers.
I looked back up and saw that he was looking at me. He had caught me starring at him! Oh fuck! What kind of pervert did he think I was? When class was over I realized my cock was hard again. I carried my backpack in front of me as I left the room, making sure that he left before me.
I looked at my watch, 11:15. I started walking. When I looked up I saw I was outside the English building. My heart started pounding and I started sweating. Had I come here on purpose? Was Pete really going to be down there in basement men's room? Did I really want to go down there and see? My dick said yes, but my mind still wasn't sure.
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Thanks for all the comments and suggestions I have appreciated them. I will be off for a while, so Chapter 6 will not be posted for a bit. But keep checking back and sending me suggestions for when I am able to resume.
have fun!
Harry
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