"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.
I must have nearly fallen down to the bed because Mike looked at me and asked what was wrong. "Mike, let's not look at those pictures quite yet. I don't know if my head can handle it right now. It has been a wild night!"
He chuckled a bit, "Tim, it's okay. I understand. Up until you can cum, you'll do anything, think anything, say anything to let the moment happen. Once it does, then your cock doesn't care any more and lets your mind take back control. It tries to come to grips with everything that you just did because your cock told you to."
He moved over and sat down next to me, "I'll tell you what, you just sit there and listen. I'll tell you about that guy and anything else you want to know about. Okay?" he said as he turned and looked me in the face.
What he had said made so much sense about where my mind was. For a moment, I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying as I rewound what had just happened over the last several hours. I shuddered and tried to focus on Mike's words. Not a shudder of disgust, but of amazement. I had really done all that?
"... So he took my cock in his mouth and," Mike was saying and I interrupted him.
"Wait, back up, I missed something. I was off someplace else." He placed his hand on my thigh and looked at me again. I got up and moved away. "Mike, let's cool it for a moment, please." I was mixed up again.
"Okay, gets some clothes on and let's go for a walk." He rose from the bed and moved towards his closet. "We will leave the scene of the crime." He turned and looked at me, "Unless you want to be by yourself?"
"No! I need someone with me and yes I think walking will do me some good."
We got dressed on our own sides of the room and when dressed left the room and dorm with out saying much. Outside as we headed down one of the darker paths, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Tim, what's up? You look like something is still troubling you? I thought you had talked through all of this."
He made me feel like a little brother and he was taking me under his wing to help me. It actually made me feel better. I liked the feel of his arm on my shoulders. "Mike, yes, we talked about this and I know what we were doing felt great and awesome and I want more of it. But I still have to get through my head the changes that I am going through and," I stopped and looked at him in the face, "and the things you are having me do."
I looked at him for a bit and then said, "You have made me do things I would have never done. Stuff that I can't believe I did because you told me to. But you are very compelling and," I paused again, "I like having you tell me what to do. Does that make me weird?"
He smiled just a bit and said, "No, Tim, it is just the way you are wired. Some guys like to tell other what to do, others like to be told and some like to do both. I don't know yet if you will get off on telling someone what to do, but we will find that out. Tim, that is, if you want to continue on. You went from a shy quiet guy to this wild exhibitionist gay horny dude in a very short time. That would knock anyone for a loop. If all of this is too much for you; let me know and I'll back off."
"Mike, I don't know. It is so different, so wild, as you say, so amazing, so mind-fucking-unbelievable, that I don't know if this is me."
He looked at me and then took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I looked around to see if anyone was nearby, no one was. "Does that make your cock swell?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Then you like it and it is you. Now the rest of this - this exhibitionism, this following instructions, and this letting me control you - we can moderate as you see fit." He thought for a moment and then said, "And Tim, don't take this the wrong way and don't let me put things in your head, but you sure seemed to like what was going on over the last several hours.
"And quit worrying what other people are going to think. You are you and as long as you don't force what you want on someone, then you are fine. I mean, don't go sticking your dick in the face of everyone you see, but do what you like within the constraints of your friends and especially your roommate." He smiled at that.
I nodded again. I turned and started walking again; he walked along side of me. Finally, I said, "Mike, it is just so new and so raw. Yes, I think that is the word, raw. It is so raw that it has a pain associated with it. I mean kind of a mental pain. It is so contrary to what I have always thought about my life and myself.
"Mike, the other day, I admitted to myself that I had always wondered what sex would be like with a guy. But I always thought of that as just a weird daydream, from something like a bad tuna melt. I always thought that I would, you know, get married, have kids, etc. Now in a day or two, that has all changed for me.
"And yes, the last several hours were so ball-busting-amazing that it makes me wonder if all of it was real." I walked a bit more and said, "But Mike I am glad it is you that is showing me this side of myself and that you are my roommate." I stopped and looked at him. Then I looked up and down the paths and seeing no one, put my arms around him and squeezed him to me. He returned the squeeze. I moved my face towards his and as if a trance planted a kiss on his lips. He squeezed me tighter and kissed back until I broke the kiss.
I was nearly breathless. But I felt better. Like I had come to grips with some of what was going on inside me. I let go of him and stepped back. I put my arm on his shoulder and said, "I am starving! All that sex has worked up an appetite. Where shall we go?"
"Let's go to Ray's." Ray's was a pub, where lots of the college guys hung out. It had darts, fuss ball, a long bar and several tables. They rarely carded students and they had cheap beer. "What time is it anyway?"
I looked down at my wrist and saw no watch. I shrugged my shoulders and we walked on towards Rays. When we got there the place was really rolling. We discovered it was about 1 am. There was a bunch of frats there. They were all gathered around the fuss ball table, laughing, joking and drinking of course.
Mike got us a table and ordered us 2 beers and some wings. He asked me about my family and I told him all about my Mom and my Dad. He asked where my Dad worked, so I told him about his work and what we used to do together. By then we had finished our first beer and were ready for another. I started to order another round for us but Mike stopped me. "I want to have some fun."
He got up from the table and walked over to the frats gathered around the fuss ball. I followed along. He watched and listened for a bit as the guy's all talked about how they were going win and who was betting on whom. After a bit he kind of slid into the conversation asking who was the best player and who was the biggest better.
"So you like to bet?" he said to the guy who looked like a football linebacker.
"Yeah, and I always bet on a sure thing." Everyone around him laughed.
"Well, I have a bet for you." Mike smiled.
"Yeah, what is it?"
Mike was talking and acting as if he was drunk and I didn't think he was on one beer.
"My buddy and I need a beer and I bet you I can piss in your pocket. If I do, you buy us beers."
The guy laughed, "And if you can't?"
"Then I guess I'll have to drink recycled beer." It took a moment for the frats to figure out what he meant and then they all laughed. Not ones to let a bet pass, they talked amongst themselves and I could hear, "it's not possible" and "I couldn't do it and I can do just about anything," and more.
Finally, the guy said, "Okay, you're on."
Other guys wanted in on the bet, "I'll bet you $20 you can't do it."
A couple of other guys chimed in and put up their $20. One guy, a little red headed guy, took his beer mug, drained it, turned his back and faced the corner. He turned around held up a full mug. "Okay, dudes, I have the recycled beer for you!" Everyone laughed.
The guys all circled around as Mike staggered up to the guy. He unzipped his pants and looked up and around and kind of blushed and muttered, "Oh, Shit!"
The guys laughed and started poking each other with their elbows. Mike's body leaned in and then back as he tried to line up on the guy's pocket. I held his back and pushed him forward a bit, playing along. Then he said, "Oh, hell, I might as well try."
Lots of "Yeah, big better, can't hold up his side of the bet," and "Better get some more recycled beer ready." The big guy moved back an inch or so as Mike inched closer, but stood his ground when he backed into his buddies. Mike pulled open the guy's front pocket of his khaki's and stuck his dick in.
He stood there a second and the guy said, "Okay, that's it, pay up," when a wet spot appeared on the front of his pocket. Mike pissed for several seconds more before the guy jumped back an inch, pulling Mike's cock free, which continued to piss on the guy's crotch. Mike stopped the flow and put his cock back into his jeans.
The big guy was turning red and looked like he was going to kill Mike, but all his friends were laughing at him and telling him to pay up. Guy's were looking at the front of the guy's tan khaki's with its growing wet spot and laughing until they had tears in their eyes.
They handed their money over to Mike and got us two more beers. They slapped Mike on the back and said, "How the hell did you do that?" and "I could never do it, no matter how much I had to pee."
Mike walked over to the rather drunk red-headed guy and clicked glasses with him and then lifted his mug while the red head lifted his. The guy took a long gulp before he realized what he was drinking. He spit it out across the table and all the guys started laughing again and slapping each other on the backs and pointing at him. The kid grabbed a beer off the table and chugged it down.
"Yuck!" he said as he stuck his tongue in and out of his mouth. "I can still taste it!"
One of his buddies yelled, "Tom, better be careful you might learn to like it!" and again uproars.
Another guy, "Tom, I can get you some more if you want," and made gestures of unzipping his pants. We left at that point and the laughter continued.
Mike added up his money and he had $100! I couldn't believe it. We sat and had a couple more beers and finished our bucket of wings.
At one point I had to take a leak. Mike went with me to the men's room. It was one of those trough urinals and we stood side by side with our dicks out. Mike reached over held my cock in his hand and said, "Go ahead."
I couldn't go. Mike started pissing a gusher and I still didn't manage to get anything out and my cock was beginning to swell. Mike laughed a bit, let go of my cock and continued to piss. I started to put my dick back in my pants, but he stopped me and said, "No, we don't leave here until you pee."
I took my cock out and tried to force a stream out. That didn't work. I closed my eyes and all I saw was Mike's hard cock. That didn't help at all. I opened my eyes again and looked straight ahead and tried to ignore Mike.
I guess Mike pushed a button or something because the water started running in the trough. That did it and I finally got a stream going. Then it really began to flow and I sighed and had a piss shiver.
Mike chuckled a bit and slapped me on the back, "I knew you could do it." I put Timmy back into my pants when I had shook the last drops off and zipped up. "We'll work on that until you can win your own bets!"
I smiled at the thought of that. We finished our beers and wings as we talked about family. I realized I hadn't talked to my Dad in a couple of days and I usually called him at least every other day.
We got back to the dorm and I was feeling the beer. I stopped at the bathroom and then back to the room. By the time I got there, Mike was naked and lying on his bed. He smiled and watched as I undressed.
I hesitated a bit at my boxers and then thought, what the heck and shucked them off. I was still self-conscious of walking around naked in front of him. But his smile helped relax me a bit.
I lay down on my bed, on top of the covers. I asked Mike about his brothers, but I didn't hear much before I was asleep.
Mike had taken us back to the adult store. He had stripped me and left me in a booth. Guys were sticking their cocks through the holes and I was sucking them as fast as I could, improving my techniques as I went. I would suck cum out of their cocks until they pulled back.
Once in a while I would look through the hole to see whom I was sucking. I saw Pete and Bart, I think. I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked. Guys were jerking off through the whole I wasn't servicing and covering my backside in cum. The whole room was redolent with the smell of cum. My mouth and nose was full of the smell of cum and men and their musky sweaty smell.
One cock was really big and I couldn't take very much of it. But the guy kept pushing more and more of it down my throat and I thought I was going to pass out, but he kept on feeding me more and more of it, until it felt like I had 10 inches down my throat. I swallowed around and he began to shoot. I could tell by the way his cock swelled and spasmed in my throat.
He began to pull out as he was shooting, filling me with cum, hot load after hot load. After what seemed like several minutes he pulled out and I licked the head as it went back through the hole. Then I heard, "Man, that was awesome. Not many guys can take my cock like that. I want to meet the guy that can do that." I heard him zip up and his door open.
Then I stood and turned as my door opened. The guy had his hand out stretched for me to shake. I reached for it and look up to his face and saw my Dad!
"NOooooooo!" I screamed, pushed past him ran out into the store and down the street into the darkness screaming "NO!" over and over.
"It's okay. It's okay," and I was being shook. I fought the hand and arms that were enfolding me. "It's okay, Tim. It's just a dream."
Finally, my mind registered and the fog cleared. I was in my dorm in my bed. Mike was lying behind me with his arms around me holding me.
"Shhh. It's okay. It's just a dream." I opened my eyes and turned to look at him.
"What?"
"I woke up to you mumbling in your sleep and thrashing around on your bed, screaming no. So I came over and tried to wake you and you continued to struggle, so I lay down and tried to wrap my arms around you to keep you from hurting yourself. I kept talking to you and shaking you. Finally, you woke up. That must have been some dream. You are covered in sweat." He continued to hold onto me.
I lay there, trying to capture the last strings of the dream that was losing some of its vividness. I shuddered and Mike squeezed me tightly and said, "It's okay. If you don't want to tell me about it, it's okay."
I realized my face was wet. I wiped my face and then turned to face Mike completely. He kept an arm over my shoulder and I put one over his. He raised his head and I slid an arm under his head, allowing me to move closer to him. "Maybe later, but right now, I am glad you are here and want to just lay here with you."
He smiled and rubbed his finger down my cheek and then smoothed my hair back over and over, just like my Mom used to do when I had a bad dream.
I must have fallen back to sleep, because the next thing I know, I am waking up and Mike is sitting in a chair right next to my bed watching me. "The whole drool thing is really cute," he said and smiled. I reached up and wiped the drool from the side of my face and blushed.
"Come on get up lazy bones. Just 'cause it is Saturday, doesn't mean you can sleep the day away. I have plans for you, but first we have to get your stinking ass cleaned up." He laughed, stood up and slapped my ass. "And don't touch that morning wood," I blushed again as I realized my state, "we will take care of that a bit later."
He put on his robe, but didn't belt it very well, so that it just barely covered his groin. I groggily got up and found my robe and tied it securely around me trapping my morning hard on.
I grabbed my shaving kit and towel, yawned and ruffled my hair, "Is it really morning?"
Mike laughed as he opened our door and said, "Get your sorry ass out here and get in the shower." We passed several guys in the hallway and Mike didn't seem to care that he was nearly naked. He said hello to everyone and called most of them by name.
We got to the shower and the last stall in each row was empty. Mike took one and I took the one opposite. He took off his robe and hung it on the hook. Then he turned and let me drink in his body. He chuckled and scratched himself and jiggled his dick and his balls, noticing the focus of my attention.
He started his shower and left the curtain open as he stepped in with his soap and shampoo. It dawned on me that he was waiting for me to do likewise. I undid my belt and took off my robe, freeing Timmy, who was still standing at attention.
Mike smiled as he looked down to see this. I looked down and he whispered, "No, don't be ashamed, I like it." I looked up and saw that he meant it.
I got my shampoo and soap out and stepped into the shower. I left my curtain open and watched Mike. He watched me and we again did our mirror image thing. This was a wild way to take a shower!
At one point, Mike turned his back to the shower and I saw him begin to piss. I realized I needed to pee badly. Timmy had gone down just a bit and I was able to get a steam going. It left so good!
Then I looked and Mike had his head back into the jet of water from the showerhead and the image was awesome. The water cascaded down his head and across his chiseled chest, down his stomach and over his beautiful cock, then ran in rivulets down his legs. I wanted a picture of that.
He looked over from the spray and I realized he was waiting for me to imitate him. I did, knowing that I didn't look like he did. But when I looked back at him he was smiling and I looked down and saw that he had begun to swell.
He turned off his water then and grabbed his towel. I did likewise and we dried in unison, relishing the feel of the towel on our bodies. He dried his cock and played with it and rolled his balls around. Timmy liked what he was seeing.
Mike shook his head and laughed just a bit. When he finished he put his robe on, left it untied, grabbed his shaving kit and towel and headed over to the sinks. I followed and left my robe untied. I wanted to be just like Mike. I liked his smile when he saw I had followed suit.
We stood at the sinks, brushing teeth and shaving and I was struck again, how much this made me think of having a brother. I liked that image and it made me have a swell of emotion roll up me body to my eyes and I felt a bit of water there. Man, next thing you'd know, I'd be crying at the Kodak commercials!
I think he noticed because he gave me a quizzical look. I shook my head and whispered, "Later." He nodded and finished brushing his teeth. I took out my toothbrush then and he reached over and took my toothbrush away and put his in place. I looked at him and the toothbrush. I had never used someone else's toothbrush, but I kind of liked the idea. I shrugged, put some toothpaste on it and began to brush as he combed his hair.
I watched as he did all of this then got his razor out. I watched as he lathered up his face, I had not watched someone shave since, I had watched my Dad. Shit! Didn't want to go there.
Again he looked at me with a question on his face. I shook my head again and spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth and the grabbed handfuls of water and splashed it over my face, trying to rinse away the memory of the dream.
He watched as I combed my hair and applied my shaving cream. I didn't have as thick of a beard as he did. Mine was lighter in color and I didn't ever get much of a 5 o'clock shadow. It didn't take long for me to finish shaving, rinsing my face and packing up my stuff.
While he didn't, I tied my robe before heading back to the room. Once again, he was unfazed when he passed guys in the halls talking to all of them, completely exposed. I noticed one guy he talked to, looked down at Mike's crotch, then looked at me and blushed because I had caught him looking. I made a mental note of the guy's face. I had to ask Mike about him.
Back in the room, Mike slipped off his robe, hung up his towel to dry and put away his shaving kit. I was standing just inside the door, enjoying the view and again thinking of what it would have been like to have a brother. That emotion swelled in me again.
Mike saw it again and said, "What's up?" He stood facing me.
"I was just thinking how cool it would have been to have a brother when I was growing up and I would have wanted him to be just like you. You always seem to be looking after me, helping me through difficult situations and telling me what to do." My eyes had welled again as I told him this.
"Okay, I'd like to be your brother. But did you every think about sucking a brother's cock?"
My eyes opened wide and he smiled. "What? You want to think of me as your brother, but you have sucked my cock and eaten my cum." I ducked my head down then.
"Hey, it's okay. My brother's were always teaching me things." I looked at him wonderingly. "Yes, I mean sexual things." He saw my look of astonishment. "I had two brother's; one a year old and one two years older. They felt it was their duty to make sure my sex education was complete.
"I already told you that we lived in a pretty open house. There wasn't much that was off limits. And we were encouraged to try new things. I think my Dad knew some of what went on, but he never said a thing. I think he was glad his son's were sexually active.
"The only time he talked about it, he said that when he was a kid jerking off was considered something that only perverts did. He had no idea that every guy did it, so lived with a lot of guilt about it. He also wouldn't mention it to any of his friends. So he never got to have a circle jerk with his friends or much less a I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours session."
He walked over to me, "I'll tell you what we are going to do. I'll let you do something my brothers let me do when I was 14 or 15." I wondered what he had in mind.
"I am going to lie down on my bed. I want you to come over and explore my body. You can check out it out, up close and personal and get to know another man's body. Yeah, we have done some intimate things and you have watched me shower and all, but you've never had the chance to really explore a man's body, have you?"
"No," I whispered.
"Do you want to do this?"
"Yes. Did your brothers really let you do this?"
"Sure, each of them. They felt that by exploring another guy's body, you got to know more about your own. " He was on his back, with his hands folded behind his head.
"Where do I start?" I said, looking him up and down. Timmy was stirring.
He chuckled, "Why not start at the bottom? I mean my feet," he said when he saw the look on my face.
I sat down beside him at the foot of his bed and lift a foot and put it on my lap. I explored each toe, noticing the hair that grew out of the top of each one and how the knuckles of his toes were pronounced and the arch of his foot, the calluses on the ball and heel of his foot.
I proceeded to explore his legs. It was amazing to get to look at the patterns the fine hairs on his calves made and how they create a pattern further up his leg. I moved and explored the other foot and leg, noticing the little mole he had behind that knee.
I asked him about a scar he had on the front of the leg, just below the knee. He told me how he had cut it sliding into home at baseball game when he was a boy.
It was marvelous, taking the time to study his body inch by inch. It was so warm and smelled clean. I put my nose down and inhaled various parts of his body.
I found where he was ticklish on his ribs on the right side and then I left his crotch alone for a bit and went onto explore the rest of him. I traced the pattern that his hair made on his chest and the trail it made down his stomach to his navel and then down.
I moved up and explored his armpits noticing how the hair here was straighter, thicker and wiry, compared to the fine hairs on the rest of his body.
He was totally uninhibited and didn't seem to mind that I was taking this slowly. He answered questions and was never embarrassed by any of them. I went through his still slightly damp hair and felt a small crease in the top left side of his head. He laughed and told me how his brother's had always joked that he had a steel plate in his head because of that. He didn't know what had caused that.
I looked up his nose, in his ears and had him open his mouth and explored his teeth. He only had one filling. His breath was clean with the smell of toothpaste but also with a hint of him in it. I stared in his eyes and saw the various colors of blue in his eyes.
I started to move back down to his crotch when he said, "Wait. Save that, let me turn over." He turned over onto his stomach and I was presented with a new canvas to search and explore.
I bent to the task and was enthralled with the new territory to explore. The way his muscles moved across his shoulders and back. I encountered a couple more moles and scars and got the story on each of them. I moved down to his butt and once again traced the pattern the fine hairs made on his ass.
I traced them as they merged into his crack. I hesitated there and he said, "It's okay, go ahead and explore. It ain't going to bite you."
I took each muscular cheek in a hand and spread them apart, observing the abundance of hair along his crack. I couldn't help myself; I put my nose down and inhaled; clean and fresh as the rest of him but with his own unique musky smell. I liked the smell of Mike.
I looked at the back of his head and saw that he was totally relaxed and totally letting me do whatever. So I grew a bit bolder and I spread his cheeks down lower and looked for his hole. I found this little rosebud like hole and the hairs that circled it. He must have flexed, because I saw it tighten up and then relax. I don't know what came over me, but I put my head down closer and closer and then I had my tongue out touching the same place my fingers had just been.
He didn't tense up at all, in fact he said, "Tim, I did the same thing the first time, I saw my brother's hole." He sighed and said, "We will do some real exploring there in the coming days." Timmy swelled at the thought of that.
I then examined each arm in great detail, noticing the scar on one elbow. He told me the story of how when he was 12 he had fallen off of a dock at the lake his parents went to and had cut it on the wooden edge of the dock as he fell into the lake. His oldest brother had jumped into pull him out the water and carried him up to the house to see what was wrong with all the blood.
I had pretty much covered his whole body, except for one area. He rolled back over onto his back and his cock was nearly hard and I was totally hard. He didn't say a word, so I continued my exploration. I took in how I could open and close his piss slit. How wonderfully warm and velvety the head of his cock was. Under my inspection, it was rising right up to attention.
I noticed how, even though he had been circumcised, he still had just a bit of loose skin below the head of his cock. I bent and took in the smells of his crotch, closing my eyes, so I could focus solely on the smells. Man, he smelled so good!
I went on to explore his big rounds nuts that hung low in their sack. How I could roll each one around and pull the skin of his loose and warm scrotum. That reminded me. "Mike, why don't you have hair on your balls?"
"Because I shave them."
"You shave your balls?" I asked incredulously. Mike never failed to provide me with new surprises and information. "Why?"
That soft chuckle of his, "I like the feel of naked flesh against my legs as I sit or walk. I also shave off any hairs that spring up along the bottom of my cock as well."
"Aren't you afraid you will cut yourself or something?" I said, feeling my balls draw up a bit and the thought of it.
His chuckle again, "Well, the first time my brothers shaved me, I was scared shitless. I didn't move a mm while he had the razor in his hand."
"Your brothers shaved your balls?" shock crept into my voice.
"Not just my balls, but my whole crotch, crack and everything," he said and his cock swelled in front of my face. "I can still remember the feeling of laying there as they did their work and what it felt like afterwards."
"What did it feel like?" I asked delving more into the subject.
His chuckle again, "Tim, I think we just might have to do it to you, so you can get the feeling yourself."
"You want to shave my crotch?" Timmy jerked at the thought of that.
"Yeah, I think I should put that on the list of things to do." He reached down and ruffled my hair.
I took his rigid shaft in my hand and squeezed, loving the hard, yet a bit yielding feel of it. It was thicker than mine and probably a bit longer. I wanted it again. I wanted to devour it and suck him dry.
I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock and kissed it. Then I stroked him several times. Then he whispered, "Lick your finger." I raised my right index finger and stuck it in my mouth and whirled my tongue around it. While I did this, he pulled his feet up and towards his butt, spreading his legs.
"Gently, work it into my hole. Use more spit if you need to." He sighed and pushed his dick up into my fist, which continued to encircle it. I licked my finger once again and took it out nice and wet and reached between his legs. I felt along until I felt his hole. I felt him relax it as I pushed the tip of my finger in.
At first I thought I had hurt him, because he gasped. "Don't stop. Keep working it in, as far as you can."
I did. I worked it around and slowly worked it in deeper. It felt so wild to be inside him like this. I felt around and touched some kind of bump and he jumped. I started to pull out thinking that I had hurt him, but he said, "NO! Don't pull out. That feels so good! You have hit my prostate and it is like sending an electric bolt through my cock."
His cock was leaking and it was rolling down the head. I bent and licked it up. He sighed and groaned. I continued to work the finger in his ass and stroke his cock. He had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying he sensations.
I kept at it with the same intensity I was seeing in his body. I was slowly stroking, twisting it as I moved up and down the shaft. My other hand continued its work inside his hole, my finger playing over and around the button I had found. This was new information for me, along with the multitude of other facts that were filling my brain.
He was so far into this whole thing; it was as if I didn't exist, just the sensations on his cock and in his ass. He began to moan and a groan built up and knew he was close. I kept up the same rhythm and didn't change anything, except pressing more on that magic button in his ass.
He took a sharp intake of breath over his teeth and tensed his body and began to shoot. The first shot took me by surprise, but then I bent my head and put it over the end of his cock and began to drink in the hot load of cum he was pumping out.
My own cock swelled as I closed my eyes and licked the head of his cock between spurts, the salty tangy taste filling my senses. I kept on until he said, "Please, please, wait, stop." He lifted my head from his cock and sighed, his whole body relaxing and sagging into the bed.
He put his hand into my hair and opened his eyes and gave me a huge grin. "That was incredible!" I felt so good. It was so great to see him so happy. I pulled my finger out of his ass and without thought brought it to my nose to smell. It wasn't the smell I was expecting. I put my hand down and looked over and saw the pool of cum that I had missed. I bent to it and licked it off of his stomach.
He ruffled my hair. "You are a natural, you know that?"
"Mike, no you were incredible. To let me just explore you like that and no matter what I did or touched or said, you just let me do it." I beamed. "And then to let me bring you off like that, was amazing." I thought for a moment and added, "And that whole thing with your hole. I never imagined that anything like that existed."
"Yeah, it's amazing," he sighed again.
I thought again and said, "Mike, ah, do you think, I, ah, we could," I stopped and looked at him.
That great chuckle of his, "You want to explore your ass that way?"
I nodded and looked down.
"Don't be shy or ashamed, it is something wild and I can guarantee that it was already on the list of things we are going to do." He smiled mischievously, "That and a lot more; more than you can possibly imagine. " He chuckled and ruffled my hair again.
"I am starving," he said, "Let's go get some breakfast." He looked over at me and I looked down at Timmy. "Oh, I didn't forget about him. It just isn't his time yet."
"But," I started to say.
"I know, I know, you want to cum. Your balls are churning and you think you will bust unless you can nut as well." He saw the look on my face, "Yes, I do know what you are going through, but it won't hurt you and it will only make it more incredible when you do get to cum."
"But I can't go out like this," I said motioning to my now dripping cock.
"Okay, I'll give you a sure cure for it." He moved to sit beside me. "Now take your right ball in your left hand and the flick it. You know the middle finger and thumb thing," and he demonstrated in the air. "And do it really hard and then do the other one."
I looked at him, looked at my ball and then back at him. He nodded his head. I lined up my middle finger and let it fly. "FUCK!" I grabbed my balls; it hurt. My stomach was knotting.
"Now the other one, harder," he commanded and I moved myself so I could do the other one and I did and felt the throb of the pain race from my groin to my stomach and back. I thought I was going to be sick.
"Why?" I gasped as I clutched my aching balls.
"Is your cock hard?" he asked in a gentle voice.
I looked, although I knew what I would see. I shook my head, not able to speak.
"Then it worked!" he said again gently and smiled.
I sat there for a bit holding my nuts. Then I could sit up straight I looked at him and said, "Asshole!"
He laughed at me then, "Come on let's get dressed, we are going to get a big breakfast and then we are going to have some more fun." He looked at me, "That is if you want to have more fun."
"Yeah," I said softly, "But I don't know if Timmy will want to come out and play any more after that."
"Timmy will come out and so will you. Tim, you will get used to doing that as I direct you to get rid of your hard on, because it isn't your time to cum yet. And you will do it, right Tim?" He looked at me.
I nodded. He accepted that. I got up to get my clothes. I reached for my boxers, "You won't be needing those. If fact, I don't think you will be wearing them again, except on special occasions." I looked over and watched as he pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt. I found something similar and got dressed, enjoying the fact that I was dressing like him.
We slipped on rubber sandals and headed out. Downstairs, he said, "It's your turn to drive." I shrugged and pulled out my keys and headed over to my POS and climbed in. He joined me and we headed out. "Do you know where the Moonrock Diner is?" he asked and looked over at me.
I knew where it was, I had passed it a couple of times and nodded. I didn't say much as we drove. I was still playing the scenes from the morning through my head. I think Mike sensed this, as he didn't say anything for a bit, then he reached over and undid the button on my shorts. "Don't take your hands off of the wheel and pay attention to your driving. We don't want to have a wreck while your cock is out." He had worked the zipper and spread the fly back exposing my cock.
I looked over at him and then back at the road. He was smiling. My cock began to grow. Just being exposed like that was turning me on. Then Mike reached over and pulled my balls free.
I sat up and tensed up for a moment, fearing that someone was going to drive by and see me like this. As I began to swell, he reached over and played with my cock, making it rise faster. My heart was racing and I noticed I was practically panting. Partly from fear and partly from how horny I was feeling.
"I should take you down to Mardi Gras. I could get hundreds of strings of beads having you on display like this." He gently pinched the end of my cock making it jerk.
"I, ah," trying to look at him and at the road at the same time.
"It's a long story about the time my brothers and I went Mardi Gras and the shit we got into! I don't have time right now, but I promise you, I'll tell you the story soon."
We pulled up to the diner and parked. I parked as far away from other cars as I could. I didn't want anyone seeing me this way. When I turned off the engine, I reached down to put myself back together, but Mike stopped me.
"Open you door, get out of the car, hold onto your shorts and I'll tell you when you can zip them back up." I looked at him in shock. I trembled at the thought. "Do it because you promised you'd do whatever I asked you to, no matter what."
I swallowed and looked around the lot. I didn't see anyone. I opened the car door, then looked back at him. He nodded his head. I got out of the car holding my shorts up and looking around, Timmy completely on display. I turned and bent and looked in a Mike. "Drop your shorts." My mouth made a big "O"
"You looked around before you did as I instructed as if you doubted I wanted you to do this. You wanted to check to see if it was okay before you followed my instructions. You should just do what I tell you to do. So go ahead and drop your shorts as a punishment for not just doing what you were told."
I gritted my teeth, biting back words, but I stood up and released my hold on my shorts letting them drop to the ground. "Good, now turn around. Slowly."
I looked straight ahead and slowly turned around, fearing I would see someone or rather someone would see me. When I finished turning I started to bend and reach for my shorts, but realized he hadn't told me to put them on.
"Good," he said. "Now give it a stroke or two." I thought I was going to die, but reached down and gripped my cock and stroked it twice. "Okay, you can pick up your shorts."
I quickly bent and grabbed them up and began buttoning them. "Stop. Drop your shorts. I didn't tell you to button them up, just to pull them up." I was sweating and my nerves were on edge, but I released them and let them fall again.
"Okay, turn around again." I did and stood waiting for his direction, my heart racing in my ears.
"Okay, pull them up." I did, but didn't move to button them.
"Okay, button them." I did, but didn't zip up.
"Good, you are learning." My cock was sticking out of the fly and the cool breeze blew across it make it swell.
He laughed and told me to zip up. I did and moved the head of my cock into my waistband. I felt a shudder run through my body. This was going to be a wild breakfast!
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