I thought for a bit and was still hesitant to ask, but then I swallowed and said, "Mike, I would like to suck your cock." I looked at the floor after I said it.
"Alright then," he said and bounced my balls with his foot. He stood up and said, "Okay, gets some shorts and a t-shirt on, so we can go?"
"Go? Go where?" I was confused; I had just told him I wanted to suck his cock!
"We have a little errand to run before you can get your dessert." He pulled on a pair of running shorts and a t-shirt. He slipped on some sandals and he was ready to go. I finished getting on a pair of gym shorts, a t-shirt and my sandals.
He grabbed his keys and we headed out and down to his car. Once there, he got in started it up and I got in the passenger seat. He put it in reverse and backed up. He looked at me and smiled, then turned the wheel, put it in drive and headed off. I kept wondering where we were going.
After a minute he said, "Take your shirt off."
I was okay with that, so I slipped my shirt off.
"Now your shorts."
That, I wasn't okay with. I looked at him and he looked at me. I had to do what he said. I wanted to do what he said, but it scared me. It wasn't something I was comfortable doing. It went against my standards, my even keel, my norm. I put my thumbs in my waistband and pushed them down to my knees. I started to get hard, sitting there naked in Mike's car as we cruised down the streets of town.
"Now stroke a bit and do not cum!" He looked over at my naked body and smiled. He even reached over and squeezed my nipple.
I stroked my cock and felt my asshole clench up from the nervousness of the situation. I looked around the streets and worried that someone was going to see me like this. Finally, he parked the car and said, "Okay, you can put your clothes back on now." I did and tried to hide my cock in the waistband of my shorts. "Okay, let's go."
I got out of the car and followed Mike. I realized that we were back at the bookstore I had been to. I wondered what he was up to.
We entered the store and Mike waved to the clerk as he entered the store. I wondered about that and then followed Mike through the turnstile and into the store. He led me back to the video booths and into one of them. I was a bit bigger than the one I had been in, but there were still two holes in the walls, one on either side. He closed the door behind us and then said, "Strip."
My heart went racing and I nearly panicked. But I looked into his face and saw that he was serious and that he was expecting me to do what he told me to do. My hands shook as I pulled off my t-shirt and then pushed my shorts to the floor. My cock sprung to attention as I stood there trembling.
"Now down on your knees," he instructed. He started the video in the room, while I knelt. He flipped the channels, until it was on one of two guys, one sucking the other. He turned back to me then and pushed down the front of his shorts. His cock sprang out in front of my face. My mouth went dry and I licked my lips as I looked at the helmet head of his cock inches from my face.
"Suck it," he ordered and I leaned forward the licked the head of his cock. I loved the taste of it, the taste of piss, and his musk and sweat. I opened my mouth and took the head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the head of it. I moaned then and began to work on his cock.
I heard something and cut my eyes right and saw an eye peering through the hole in the stall. I looked left and saw someone else looking through. I was being watched! I knelt there naked, sucking a guy's cock and these guys were watching. Fear, excitement, sexual hunger, lust all ran through me as I closed my eyes and began to work on his cock. Everything focused on his cock. I wanted it to be good for him.
I worked up one side and down the other, savoring the taste of it. I sucked the head and worked as much of it as I could into my mouth and sucked on it. I stroked the shaft while I sucked on the head. I wanted it all and I wanted to do whatever it took to get him off. I opened my eyes and looked to each side to see if the guys were still watching and they were. I reached down to stroke my own hard cock and Mike said, "No." I removed my hand and went back to working on his, increasing my speed on the end of it.
He moaned and pistoned into my mouth, holding on to the back of my head. I sucked deeply on the head and heard him groan again. I felt his balls tightening and then I felt a hot blast of cum hit the back of my throat and I began to swallow. I closed my eyes to savor the taste and the thrill of drinking my roommate's cum. I sucked and swallowed until there wasn't anymore and Mike was gently pulling me off of his cock.
When he did, he pulled me up and turned me around. The door was open and a guy was standing there. He looked me up and down and smiled. He reached out and gripped my cock and pulled it down and released it. It snapped back up and hit my belly. He laughed a bit and said, "Thanks, Mike, that was a hot show." He clapped me on the shoulder and turned and left leaving the door to the booth open. I stood there naked, exposed to the guys walking by. I grabbed the door and pulled it closed. I was trembling again.
Mike put his hands on my shoulder and said, "You did good. Did you like your dessert?" I was too emotional to talk. It was good to taste his cock and his cum, but the being exposed, on display like that. It got me going, he made me nervous, edgy, and horny.
"Get your clothes on," he said as he pulled up the front of his shorts.
I heard, "Wait! Can't I suck his cock?" come from the stall next door.
"No, not tonight," Mike said, as he helped straighten out my t-shirt as I got it on. I was trembling all over as he pulled down on the hem of the shirt. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Good job, roommate." He squeezed my shoulder and asked again, "Did you like your dessert?"
"Yes," I whispered.
"Okay, when you get out there into the store," he handed me a piece of paper and some money, "you are to get these items and pay for them. I will meet you in the car when you are done." He opened the door and we headed out.
I walked out into the light of the store and looked down at my list. After I read it, my mouth dropped open and I started to say, "You've got to be kiddin..." when I looked up and saw that Mike was nowhere around. I looked down at the list again and felt my shoulders sag. Oh, Shit! My heart was beating faster as I looked around the store for the items on the list. I crammed the money into my pocket and started along one wall.
I found one item, a pair of leather wrist restraints. I picked them off of the wall and smelled them. The smell of leather was exotic and good. Next to them was another item, ankle restraints. Then I had to look a bit and found the ball gag. I realized how it worked from the picture on the side top of the package. Then I picked up a blindfold from the hooks nearby. I looked around to see if anyone was looking my way. One guy was. He stood about 10 feet away watching what I was doing. He had a sly grin on his face.
I put my head down and went off to search for the rest of the items on the list. I came to a wall of dildos and was sweating, as I looked them over trying to find the ones that Mike had on the list. I found it. It was long and not too thick but the head was bigger, like the head of guy's cock. It fact it looked sort of like a guy's cock with more pronounced ridges and all. And the plug he had listed was a small short dick, about 4 inches long and about an inch in diameter.
The next two items, I couldn't find. I made my way up to the clerk and kind of whispered, "Can you help me find some things?"
He said loudly, "Sure, Tim, what are you looking for?"
I inwardly shuddered at his use of my name and that he was talking so loudly. But I had to do this, Mike had told me to.
"I am, ah, looking for a snap on leather cock ring." I managed to get out.
"Yep, I have those right up here," he said pulling a draw open. "What size do you need, Tim?"
"I, ah, don't know." I gulped
"Move over here, Tim," he said and indicated the spot next to him on the floor. I sidled up to the spot. I was not expecting what he did next. He reached over and grabbed the front of my shorts and pulled them toward him and my t-shirt up with the other hand and looked down into my shorts! My cock had been trapped in the waistband of my shorts and it sprang away from my body then.
"Yep, size medium," he said and let the waistband snap back and dropped my shirt. My cock was no longer trapped and it tented my shorts. I didn't know if I should fix it or not. "What else do you need?"
I showed him the list.
"Wow, Mike is really serious. A CB2000 and a gates of hell." He reached into a cabinet and pulled out two boxes. He looked at the list again "Some lube," he reached out and picked a bottle off of a nearby shelf, "let's see. Yep, you got the restraints, blindfold, the small butt plug and dildo, cock ring, CB2000, gates of hell, and lube. Yep, that's the list. Mike must have big plans for you!" He chuckled and I blushed. I self-consciously adjusted myself, getting my cock up and out of the way.
He rang it all up and I was surprised at the total. I reached into my pocket and saw that Mike had given me enough money. I paid the guy and grabbed my bag and with head down headed out of the store. I got in the car and put the bag in the back seat and Mike said, "Did you get everything?"
"Yes, but I don't know what some of it is!"
He laughed, "Oh, you will. Believe me, you will!"
On the way back to the college, he asked me about my jack off habits growing up, how often, where, what did I think about, etc.
I felt more comfortable sharing this, since I had just sucked his cock and gotten pretty intimate with him. "I started when I was 11. I was playing around naked in my room and my cock got hard. I started rubbing things across it, like cloth. It felt great. I tried several kinds of cloth. I mean, I tried underwear, denim, dress shirt, and a sheet. I loved the feeling of the friction of it over my cock. It felt so good. At some point I took my cock in my hand and stroked it and this white stuff shot out. I had no clue what it was, but it felt so good! I cleaned up and got dressed and went back to schoolwork.
"After that, I began trying it ever couple of days and it felt really great, so I did it more often. I used to get bathroom passes in school, so I could go to the bathroom and jack off. I got to where I would jack off at least once a day. What did I think about when I jerked off? At the beginning it was just the sensation and the pleasure that came from it. After I learned from some guy about girls and fucking, I would think of him fucking some girl.
"Him sinking his dick into her and cumming on her. In high school, I always would think about a guy and a girl having sex, never just the guy." I stopped and turned to him, "Mike, I realized last night, when I was thinking about this, that I always thought about the guy fucking the girl, not the what the girl looked like. I always thought about what he looked like naked, hard and pushing his dick in her and what he looked like when he shot."
I turned back and looked forward, "And I was more honest with myself last night, I realized that I checked guys out in the locker rooms at school. I had thought it was to see if I measured up, but last night I realized I was looking at their cocks and storing it away to use in my fantasies." I looked at him again. "Does that make me weird?"
He smiled, took a quick glance my way and then back to driving. He put his hand on my knee and said, "No, not weird at all, just a gay guy. And a great guy!" he patted my knee.
We got to the dorm and headed upstairs with the bag of stuff. Once there, Mike stripped and told me to do likewise. He told me to sit in the chair after I had stripped. He took out some nylon cord and starting working on my bed with it. Finally, he said, "Okay, sit down here." He motioned to my bed. He had pulled it out from the wall some.
I sat down and he told me to hold out my hands. I did and he wrapped the wrist restraints around them and cinched them tight. I shivered. Then he knelt and put the ankle ones on and tightened them. He looked up at me and then at my rigid cock and smiled. "Okay, lay down on the bed."
I did, trembling again, my mind onto what I thought he was going to do. "Spread out your arms over your head and spread your legs." I complied. He tied one of the nylon cords to the metal ring on each cuff, binding me spread-eagle to the bed. My heart began racing again. My eyes were wide as I watched him. I hadn't realized what it was going to feel like, completely restrained. I felt so vulnerable, so at his mercy and I wondered what he was going to do.
First thing he did was grab his camera and take some pictures of me. I started to protest and he said, "I can get the gag out and use it." He smiled as he said it, but I knew he meant it. I kept quiet then. He snapped several pictures, the flash strobbing in my eyes.
Then he sat next to me and took my cock in his hand and stroked it. "Shall I call up a couple of my friends to come over and see you?" he asked.
I got panicky again. "No, please Mike. Please don't do that!" I begged him.
He smiled, "If I don't, will you do anything I ask, any time I ask, no matter what?" He had asked that before of me. And I could see that the stakes were being raised. But I really didn't have a choice I told him yes.
He smiled again and stroked his cock, "Okay, then I ask you to be naked and bound to your bed and on display when I call my friends over," he said mischievously and stroked my cock again.
I opened my mouth to say something, but then shut it as I realized I had fallen into his trap. It felt so good on my cock. I was humping myself into his hand. He opened the bottle of lube and put some in his hand. He brought it back to my cock and began to massage it into my cock, stroking and squeezing it. It felt so wonderful. "Yes!"
"Yes, I can have my friends over or yes, that feels so good?"
"Please don't stop, I'll do anything you say, just don't stop?" He continued to knead my cock and work his fist over the head and back down.
"Yes!" I said again, "Yes, whatever, just don't stop!" He didn't. He kept working on my cock. I was so on edge anyway from the evening's events; I knew it wasn't going to take much. My whole body tensed as he kept up the pace on my cock. It felt so good! He was twisting and stroking and using one had to play with my balls, which had tightened up against my cock.
I started twisting my head back and forth and moaning, it was rushing towards the point and I was tensing my body for it. And he stopped. "NO! Don't stop! Please don't stop!" I moaned and begged.
"Why do you want me to continue?" he said as he traced his finger down my chest.
"It feels so good, and I want to cum!" I gasped and then said, "Please, let me cum!"
He took my balls in his hand then and began to squeeze, just enough so I knew he was there and my focus began my balls. Then he released them and went back to my cock. "Such a lovely cock," he said as he very gently stroked it. I pumped my hips up into his hand, but he moved with me.
Slowly he started up again and I was frantic for it to reach the point of release. I wanted him to speed up. I was tensing up and trying to fuck his hand. But he kept his own pace and very slowly brought me up to the point. And stopped.
"NO! Please don't stop!"
He laughed, "Tim, you might as well lay back and enjoy this, because I can tell you this now, you will not be cumming tonight."
"Ohhhhhhh! Noooooo! Please!" I begged.
"No, I think that you have cum entirely too much and you need to learn all about restraint." He laughed. "Both physical and mental." He massaged my cock again. "No, you will cum, when I tell you, you can." I think I sobbed.
He left the bed and came back. He put the blindfold on me. Then I felt him putting something around my cock. I felt it tighten around my balls and my cock. "That is a cock ring, to keep you nice and hard," he stroked just the head of my cock.
I moaned again. He got off the bed again, I could sense his weight leave the bed. I heard the whine of the camera flash and knew he was taking more pictures of me; my cock jerked at the thought of it.
He came back to the bed and ran his hands over my body, starting with my chest. He stopped and tweaked each nipple, explored my armpits and found out where I was ticklish and along my sides and tickled me there. He ran his hand across my stomach and bypassing my aching cock and balls ran his hand up and down my inner thighs, which drove me crazy and caused my cock to jerk. He caressed my swollen balls and then worked his way down my legs and calves and found the ticklish spots on the bottom of my feet. I was sweating by the time he was finished.
He came up and rubbed his hand across me face and forehead and into my hair and ruffled it. Then I felt him manipulating something around my face and heard him whisper, "Open your mouth." I did and he slipped the ball into my mouth and fastened it behind my head.
He reached down and stroked my cock a couple of times and I moaned around the gag. I felt him get off of the bed and heard him use the phone. My heart was pounding. "Yeah, it's Mike. Can you come over to my room?" A pause, then, "Okay, I'll see you then."
I was trying to plead around the gag in my mouth and now I started pulling on my restraints. I didn't want this! I tried forming a plea around the gag but only noise came out. He walked over and sat down next to me again. He lightly touched my straining pole and said, "Relax. It will be okay. I only want to show you off. You enjoyed seeing me naked and hard. I just want to show you off and see if I can get another guy all hot and bothered as he sees you naked and hard. Besides," and he ran his hand across my chest, "you have your blindfold on and they won't be able to recognize you and you will never know who has seen you. It is better this way. So relax and enjoy being on display."
I was breathing fast around the gag, "Deep breath," as he lightly rubbed my chest. I stopped and tried to take a deep breath and found I could. He told me when to release it and made me repeat it a couple of times. He touched the head of my cock, making it twitch, "Nice bit of precum there, Tim. I am sure that showed up nice on the pictures. Ummmm, and it taste's good, too."
There was a knock on the door and Mike got up, went over and opened it. I heard the guy say, "What's up?" Then the door closed and I heard, "Oh, fuck dude! Who is that? This is one hot guy!" I know I had to have blushed then and I know my cock swelled and jerked.
"Just someone I met tonight. Thought you might like to see him," Mike said, his voice moving closer to me. "You like what you see?"
The other guy's voice was closer as well, "Hell yeah, dude. He is awesome." I felt a hand on my chest and then stomach; he was feeling me up! I tried to lay still but my breathing was speeding up again. "Really beautiful!"
He ran his hands over my chest again and down towards my crotch, "Looks like he is really eager to cum." He caressed my balls and I moaned.
"Yes, he has been begging to cum." One had their hand on my chest and the other around my crotch. It was driving me wild. Just days ago, I had never been touched by another guy and now two guys had their hands on me!
"Are you going to let him cum?" the stranger said as he gripped my cock and stroked it. I moaned again, humping up into his hand.
"No, not for a while yet."
"I enjoy him like this, letting me have control over him," Mike said. I felt the flush of a blush run over my body.
"Look how wonderful and exposed he looks," the stranger said and hands ran over my body and down and around my crotch. My crotch twitched again and I groaned.
There was a shifting of weight on the bed and some rustling of cloth and then I felt movement on the bed. I felt warm air on my naked crotch and realized someone was blowing air across my crotch. Breathing on me. I groaned around the gag. Hands began running over my body.
Blindfolded, the sensations were magnified it seemed and it seemed like even more than four hands were roaming over my body. I felt my cock engulf with warmth again and realized someone had put his mouth over my cock. My whole body trembled and I tried to hump into the mouth.
After it had made its way down a good deal of my cock, it released it and hot air was again playing on my cock. Then a ball was taken into the mouth and rolled around. Then the other one and I was going to explode!
Then hot air on my crotch again and hands. Then I felt a cock on one leg and one on an arm! Movement on the bed again and I sensed, and then felt something cover my face. It moved back and forth over my nose and face, hairy, warm, moist, smelling of musk and sweat and something else. It took me a few moments to realize that someone was rubbing his ass over my face! Man, I should be disgusted but it smelled great!
More movement, then a cock was rubbing across my face. Someone was above my head and laying their cock across my face and slowly moving it up and down over my face.
I wanted it in my mouth! But the gag prevented that. I wanted to touch these bodies, but instead they were using mine. Rubbing it with their bodies. I heard them moaning as they played over my body. How old this went on, I don't know, but I got caught up in it and totally focused on the sensations and lust of the moment. I wanted to join in, a couple of times I humped up into the bodies trying to make more contact. I began to moan with them.
After an eternity of this, someone straddled my chest and someone knelt over my face, their balls resting on my nose and eyes. It was obvious they were jerking off. The one on my chest moved back just a bit, until my cock was resting against his crack.
It was a wonderful feeling and it was agonizing because I couldn't do anything with it. I just felt the warmth of his body against my straining cock and nothing I could do with it.
I was completely immobilized. I couldn't move at all. The weight of the two of them kept me pinned. The speed of the guys sitting over my face picked up. I could tell by how often his balls were slapping my face. What an incredible sensations! Having these two guys naked and so intimate with my body! Wow! Totally mind blowing!
Then I felt warm cum splattering across my chest and heard them moaning and groaning as they came across my chest. I felt some land on my face and across my chest, down to my stomach. I recognized the smell as well. I moaned around the gag. I wanted my own release.
When they finished they moved again and Mike said, "I am going to remove the gag, but only on the condition that you don't say a word. Do you understand? Nod your head if you do."
I nodded my head and sighed as he removed it. I had my mouth open taking in fresh air, when one of them stuck their finger in my mouth, "Lick it clean," Mike said. I closed my mouth over the finger and recognized the taste of cum. The finger was removed and brought back again and again as they wiped cum off of me and fed it to me.
Finally, they were done and all was quiet. I sighed and whispered, "Please."
"Please what?" Mike asked.
"Please let me cum," I whispered and begged.
"I don't think so, not yet. What do you think?" He was obviously asking the other guy.
"I don't know, how long do you think he had hold out before you allow him to cum or he has a wet dream?" he answered.
"Tim, have you ever had a wet dream?"
I shook my head no.
"I knew one guy, we didn't let him cum for 2 weeks. And when he came, he came gallons and shot about 4 feet!" he chuckled and I froze up at the thought of not cumming for 2 weeks.
"I think that he is so new to all of this we should allow him to cum tonight. Unless....," he paused, "Tim have you cum today?"
I nodded my head, dreading the reply then.
"How many times have you cum already today, Tim"
I frantically thought and tried to remember, "Twice," I hesitated and then added, "I think."
He laughed and rubbed his hand across my chest, "Tim, I want you to start keeping track of when you get to cum. Can you do that?"
I nodded.
"And you are only going to cum when I say you can, right?" I nodded again. "And you are going to report to me whenever I ask on when the last time you came was, where it was, what you were doing and what you were thinking about when you came. Can you do that?"
I nodded. This was beyond my imagining, letting someone else control when and how I could cum and then having to report when I had and what I thought about while doing it. But I nodded again.
'Okay, which hand do you normally jerk off with?"
"My left hand," I whispered.
He reached up and released my right hand. "Okay, we are going to sit over here and watch as you jerk off for us." The weight shifted off of the bed.
I lay there for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in once again. I was naked, retrained, blindfolded and some stranger was going to watch as I jerked off. Something I had always considered a very intimate act. I felt letting someone see me do this would let them see into me, what makes me tick.
It was a quick moment of thought, because I wanted to get off and Timmy was waiting. But it wasn't lost on me that I was closing some kind of line. Just one of many lines crossed tonight.
When I stroke with my left hand I always wrap my hand completely around it, fisting it. But with my right hand, that never felt right, so I used my thumb and forefinger.
I went to work on my cock then and let the events of the day play through my mind and the new sensations that had played over my cock and my body had their impact on me as well. I was going to blow soon, it wasn't going to take much.
My whole body tensed, every muscle and I worked the head of my cock and began a moan deep down in my chest, letting it build. Then it was rushing at me, like the proverbial freight train, no stopping it. "Fuck," came out in a long drawn out groan, as I began to shoot. The first shot hit my forehead and the next hit me on the chin and then my neck and then my chest.
I continued to stroke, getting every last drop out. Then I was sighing and trembling as the tension went out of my body. I came back to reality as my breath settled down to normal and I again accessed my situation. Damn! I was fucked!
"Open you mouth, again," Mike said. I complied and felt him wiping up cum from the various parts of my body and feeding them to me. Eating my own cum now! One thing to eat someone else's, but my own. Wow!
"Did that feel good?" Mike asked.
"Yes," I sighed out, again in a whisper.
"That was awesome!" the stranger said, and then added. "Mike, that was incredible! Thanks. And dude," he patted me on the chest, "you were awesome, truly awesome." He must have dressed at some point, because I heard the door right after that and he left.
Mike leaned down close to my face then and said, "Yes, you were amazing," he whispered in my ear. "I am going to remove the blindfold in just a moment. But before I do, I am going to give you one more thing. Something you have never had. And I want your totally attention on it, so I am going to keep the blindfold on so your senses will be focus on it."
He let the suspense build for a moment, because nothing happened and then I felt his lips press against mine. He was kissing me! I felt his tongue's presence against my lips and yielded to it. My mouth was then invaded and he was exploring my mouth and I let my tongue wander into his mouth. Wow, what a sensation! Kissing a girl had never felt like this!
He continued the kiss for what seemed an hour, but then pulled away. He reached around and removed the blindfold and I blinked getting used to the light again.
He was sitting on the bed next to me, looking down at me. Then he reached around and untied all my restraints and then unbuckled them. He picked them all up and moved off the bed.
I lay there for a bit letting reality wash over me again. Finally, I sat up and looked at him. He was sitting on his bed, naked of course, with a slight smile on his face.
He sat that way for a bit then said, "So what did you think?"
"I, uh, Mike, that was wild! I don't know if I could process it all right now. I felt anger at the beginning. I felt used. I felt fear. I felt lust like never before. I felt alive, I felt sexual, more so than ever before, I felt on display, I felt embarrassed, I felt excited about being on display, I felt, I don't know, everything, totally beyond my comprehension." I was babbling again. "It is all so new to me." I looked up at him and said, "And that kiss, Shit! Where did that come from?"
"You didn't like being kissed by a man?"
"No! I mean, Yes, I liked it. It was so mind blowing."
"Did you like being controlled? Being told when you could cum? And being on display, on exhibit? "
"Yeah, I did," I breathed out, my mind agreeing with that as I said it.
"And you agreed to let me decide when and how you could cum, right?"
"Yes," again the affirmation came with the words.
"Okay, then come over here, I want to look at you," he instructed.
He looked me over minutely, every part of my body, turning me around inspecting me, making me hard again. He turned back to the his computer, "Speaking of looking at, do you want to see the shots we got of you?" Dread flowed through me.
"Mike, who was that guy?" Panic took over again and I wondered what the fuck I had gotten myself into.
He must have sensed the panic in my voice, because he said, "Tim, don't worry, he doesn't know who it was."
"I mean you can just call up guys and they come over and aren't all weirded out when you have a naked guy strapped to the bed in your dorm room?"
"Look I caught him looking at my cock one day in the cafeteria. He was practically drooling, so I let him take me to his room, so he could get a closer look."
"You had your cock out in the cafeteria?" I knew he was bold, but this was crazy."
"Not quite. He was sitting a couple of tables away from me. I noticed him, looking at the crotch of my shorts under the table. I figured he had caught a glimpse of the head of my cock through the leg of my shorts. So I adjusted myself, as if I didn't know he was watching, making more of it visible.
"Then I sort of got hard while he watched."
"Sort of?"
"Yeah, I mean, I didn't stroke it or anything. But being observed by a guy always gets me hot. So I just sat there thinking what it would be like to sit there nude in the cafeteria and let him watch me strip and I got nice and stiff and George just kept pushing out the leg of my short. Once that started, he couldn't take his eyes off of it.
"After a bit, I stood up, with my tray hiding my crotch from the rest of the world and walked over to him. I held my tray so he was looking right into the tent of my shorts. I asked him if he liked what he saw and he was dumbfounded for a moment and only nodded. Then I said something like, 'Then let's go back to your room and you can take a better look.
"He did and we did and he has asked me over a couple of other times."
I couldn't process all of this again. I needed to sit down. I said I wanted this and liked it, but this evening had really ripped shreds in my reality of myself.
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