Chapter 4 of 6.
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CHAPTER 4: I Think He Wants Me To
So the 'hot dog' was pretty fuckin' fun. It felt great compared to just jacking off and there was something sort of friendly about it - like we were just buddies helping each other out but in a secret better way than a simple hand job. This must be why Eric's high school buddies did it.
We didn't talk about it all after we got back from dinner that first time. Everything was just like always. Eric went out with some friends and I went to the library.
It started again the next morning though. Eric's alarm went off and he uncharacteristically hopped right out of bed and jumped on top me. I sleep on my stomach and it was too warm for covers so I was already 'assuming the position.' I could feel his morning wood through our briefs grinding against my ass.
"Did you have a dirty dream?" I asked.
"All my dreams are dirty." He laughed as he laid down on me and simultaneously used his knees to spread my legs apart. Again, I was a wrestler so feeling the weight of some guy on top of me was nothing new. But then he reached his hand between my legs from behind and grabbed my ball sac in my underwear and gave it a tug backwards. Not too hard, but it caught me by surprise and I instinctively pulled my butt up in the air pushing into his hard on. It pushed him back and I reached around and grabbed his cock. He froze. It was an unofficial move from the wrestling mat that we'd used countless times in wrestling practice when someone was being a dick or doing something illegal. Then I flipped over, stuck my arm under his and around his neck in a partial half Nelson and flipped him over on his back with me straddling him. I was a lot stronger. He looked shocked. I held his arms back by his ears and playfully bounced my dick against his. I was suddenly a lot hornier than when I woke up.
"Roll over." I said, "it's my turn to go first." I let go of his wrists and he smirked and flipped over while I pulled my tighty whities down to my ankles and then kicked them to the floor. I yanked the back of his briefs down to just below his ass cheeks, grabbed my boner at the base and squeezed a big glob of precum down along his crack. A good start but not enough mustard for the hot dog.
I looked around for the lotion but it was across the room on Eric's desk and I didn't want to get off of him so I just hocked a big mouthful of spit, lowered my head to about a foot above his butt and let it slowly drip from my mouth between his ass cheeks.
"You did not just spit in my ass crack!?" He said indignantly.
"You've had my cock and my cum in your crack and you're complaining about my saliva?"
"Well, when you put it that way" he laughed.
I hocked another mouthful and spit it against his ass. Eric jolted a little. I lined up my boner and started humping him. It felt fantastic. I didn't switch up positions this time. I just kept humping for about five minutes until I could feel my orgasm start to build deep in my belly. I felt my nuts tighten up against the sides of my cock and grunted loudly as I vaulted another load into his hair, on his cheek - the one on his face - and on his freckled back.
"Mother Fucker! Did you just fucking cum in my hair again??!" Eric yelled and then realized that was loud enough that someone walking by could have heard it.
"Yeah sorry - again - that's just how far I shoot when I'm worked up. If we do this again, you might wanna wear a cap" I said smiling. "But you have permission to cum in my hair - if you can shoot that far."
"And on your fucking face" he whispered.
"Whatever."
He didn't even wait for me to wipe him off, he just got up and motioned for me to take his spot. I saw the wet spot he left on my sheets and smirked. He liked it too.
I laid down with my cock in his precum stain and instantly leaked a little more the second I felt that wet spot. Eric climbed on and did his thing until he groaned low and I felt his cum hit the middle of my back. It's funny how I cum on myself all the time and don't even notice the temperature but his felt like it had been shot out of the microwave.
"Ugh, I was so horned up I didn't even care that your load has been running down my crack and dripping off my nut sac the whole time. Fuck that feels weird now" he said.
"I know what you mean when I wrestled, I sweat so much it just runs down my crack. I hate that feeling."
"Hey, I always wondered, do you guys wear anything under your singlet?" He asked. "'Cause it doesn't look like it."
"Some guys wear a jockstrap - that's what I wore. Some guys wore nothing, but I don't know how they did it. Too much jostling around. Plus, you don't get a full boner but it's pretty common to get semi-plumped up from all the exertion and contact. That'd be too embarrassing without a jock on. Some guys wore their underwear but that's just too much fucking fabric. And still not enough support for Big Mark."
"Big Mark?" Eric smirked, "tell me you have a more original name for your dick than that. Plus, it's false advertising" and he laughed hard at himself.
"Ok, what's your dick's name?" I asked - genuinely a little curious now.
"Thor" he said, proudly.
"I'm sorry I asked."
We grabbed our towels and headed for the shower line. It was hot knowing how we'd just gotten off like that while everyone else in line was probably lucky if they stroked off while their roomie was asleep last night.
Scott Clark (shower boner boy) came in line behind me, and Eric and I both smiled at each other. "Five bucks says it happens" Eric said. "Nope. Not takin' that bet" I responded.
"What are you betting on - or not betting on?" our RA Bobby said, overhearing us.
"Whether Mark can go three days without jerking off" Eric said.
I wasn't sure whether these guys would assume he was kidding or not. "Well that would be a day longer than you can last" I said.
Scott suddenly turned around the headed back to his room.
"You don't think he knew we were talking about him, do you?" I said.
"Doubtful. I'm guessing the talk of jacking off sent him into boner land before his shower even started" Eric said.
"Yeah, what's up with that?" Said Bobby. "I feel bad for the guy."
After a couple of weeks of The Hot Dog almost every day, we'd gotten into a routine. We switched off who got to cum first and had a special laundry load of just the tee shirts and underwear we'd used as cum rags. That was one rank pile, let me tell you. I'd get hard in my last class thinking about getting back to the room and have to walk out holding my books in front of my crotch like high school.
Then one day after class I came back to find Eric buck naked jacking off while reading penthouse forum.
"Haven't you read all of those a thousand times?" I asked.
"All but the male/male ones. Never read those until today. That's how bored I am with this wank material."
"It seems to be working for you" I said raising an eyebrow and looking down at his hard dick.
"I don't need a magazine to get off. Like I said I'm just bored and needed something new. That was all there was."
"So, assume the position. It's my turn to go first" I said.
"Thank you, sir! May I have another" he responded.
I climbed on like usual, squirted the lotion in Eric's crack and started slowly sliding my boner back and forth between his buns. I was just getting a nice rhythm down when Eric started lifting his ass up off the bed. I thought he was just trying to adjust his boner or get at his dick so he could stroke it a bit.
Pretty soon his ass was up so far that I couldn't get in his crack anymore. I jokingly thrust my fat, wet, cockhead right at his exposed asshole. Instead of laying back down, he continued to lift himself until he was up on his knees with his legs spread wide. I thrust back at his pucker again and watched as I left a big wet splotch of precum right on his hole. He reached his hand back between his legs and slid his middle finger up between his balls and along his taint until it was feeling the mixture of lubes at his hole. He swirled my precum around it and then shoved his finger inside to the second knuckle.
"You like fingering your hole while you get off, don't you?" I asked, but it was more of a statement since I'd watched him do it.
"Sometimes" he said. "It's a completely different kind of orgasm. You should try it."
"Uh, maybe" I said in a very unsure voice. But as he said that I was looking down at his lubed-up finger going in and out of his hole. It reminded me of my girlfriend when she fingers her pussy and plays with her clit while I fuck her doggie style. That made me want to fuck. For real. I really needed to get off. I grabbed his hips and thrust again hard against his hole that now had two fingers poking in and out. "C'mon, man. I'm fucking horny. I need something to fuck! Move your fingers or lay back down."
Eric responded by backing up against me. I froze and he did it again. He pushed his hole against my throbbing cockhead. I oozed a long stream of precum and instinctively reached down and slathered it on his hole, sticking my thumb inside with the rest of my hand spread out over the top of his lower back and crack. He rocked back against my boner again as I pushed down on his ass. He kept backing up - backing me up against the closet wall at the end of the bed. "OMG" I thought to myself. "he wants me to fuck him."
I was crazy horny at this point. I grabbed his hips and watched as my cock head pushed into his little pink pucker just like a pussy. One more thrust back and my whole head was inside of him.
"Oww! Fuck, that burns!" He said in a hoarse, low moan. I knew I should pull out, but I didn't want to. I wanted to fuck this hole, so I just stopped still.
"Wait a minute" he said. And we waited. He reached up and grabbed his own cock and started jacking it slowly. Then he started rocking again. "How much is in?" He asked me.
"My whole head. Dude, it's so hot watching my cock disappear in you. I want to fuck!" I said forcefully - like he'd better keep going. He did. I squirted lotion down on my cock and tried to shove it in more.
"Oh, fuck yeah - that helped a lot. Squirt some more" he said, so I did.
Slowly, we got in a good rhythm. I grabbed his hips again and started taking long strokes in and out. He was so tight. So much tighter than my girlfriend. I finally got balls deep and couldn't stop looking at my big black bush buried against his crack.
Eric alternated jacking off and reaching back to play with my balls. I love that. That will make me cum so fast. I felt my load building up. "I'm gonna cum pretty soon - can I cum in your ass. Please say I can come in your ass" I pleaded. He didn't say anything which I took as a green light. I grabbed his shoulders and just pounded hard against his ass knowing I only had a few strokes left before I shot and wanting to make the most of it.
"Ahhhhhhrgh!" I grunted and bucked into him. That set him off, I guess, and he started cumming too. I could feel his hole pulse around my cock, squeezing the last drips of my jizz out into him. Then he fell forward, and I fell back against the closet wall and hit my head.
"Fuck!" I said and started laughing. "Dude that was so fucking amazing. I've never felt anything so tight and hot. If only you had tits too!" I said and Eric finally laughed too and rolled over.
"At least you didn't cum in my hair again" he smiled.