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-------------------- Chapter 5: The big game, the deep massage and the fuck --------------------
Slamming me up against the wall Kyle punches his cock into me, without warning, and with little foreplay. Kyle just starts pounding me hard and I swear my eyes roll to the back of my head. This is the third time he has hate fucked me and I have to admit I have been walking a bit funny the past week.
Reaching around me, Kyle grabs my chest for leverage and keeps going. He is grunting and the slapping of my cheeks against his pelvis is loud. Fuck he feels so good and I have to admit that I love it when he takes me like this. He knows he has to do this, but he is delivering in a way I thought impossible for this guy. Don't for a second get this twisted, he is doing a job here. He wasn't loving, this isn't sensual; this is him doing a task and he is rushing to get it done just as soon as possible, make no mistake.
After our first fuck and when we started our second Kyle asked me to take a couple of his requests into consideration. See, I really went too far. That second fuck, I tried to make it more than it was. I tried to connect emotionally with him and there was just nothing there. He was there for a job. He was there to install my internet. He was there to fix my sink. He was there to work, and I needed to let him cause I never realized how enjoyable sex for the sake of sex is hot AF.
I agreed that we would only attempt two positions, so long as they worked for us. I agreed I wouldn't try to kiss him, but did get him to agree that "if it happened it happened" over his protestations it would never. I had to hope, but anyhow. I also agreed that I wouldn't keep edging him, and that we would get to our orgasms in a reasonable amount of time. Fine, but let's be honest: the longer the edging, the bigger the load and the more mindblowing the O.
Damn, he is slamming into me today! We had to take a minute to figure out how to line ourselves up to fuck standing up. I had to be sure to spread my legs out a bit to lower my hole. He didn't do so well up on his tiptoes, nor did he hit my prostate well doing that either. So I had to let him do his job, and that meant I had to spread them out a bit. He got close and had to pull out and walk a lap around the room. FUCK that was so hot when he did that. This position allowed for that. He won't admit it, but he likes it too. Any guy will admit that an orgasm is so much better if you can come close a few times before blasting. It just is. And even though he is doing a job, he is also having a good time doing his job and might as well get the best O he can.
He circles the room twice and then comes back and then just punches right back into me and starts pounding me again. So good! I have a hard time cumming while I am standing so I have been thinking of what my second position needs to be for today, and I decide on a good one... but this is going to push him.
"Damn, Kyle you feel good. Fuck you are giving me a work out!" I say to him, trying to catch my breath as he keeps up the pounding and the clapping of my cheeks. "You ready to change it up?" He just keeps pounding me. "Kyle?"
"Yah, just ... ok. Yah," he says, huffing and puffing a bit himself. He pulls out way too fast and does another walk around the room and I watch his every step with his cock leading the way. Damn, he is a stud.
I grab our sex blanket and throw it down on his bed and I jump onto his bed laying on my back and lifting my legs up. He looks me directly in the eye and then just gives me these sad puppy dog eyes; I just shake my head `yes' to him. This is going to happen. Slowly Kyle comes up between my legs and I lower them a bit to hang over his shoulders. I hand him the lube and he re-applies a bit and hands it back to me and I lube my dick up a bit because this is going to be good.
The head of his cock kisses my abused hole, and he looks me directly into my eyes and begins to slide into me. Halfway in he adjusts and gets closer to me and sinks deep into me, clearly deeper than the standing fuck from a few minutes ago.
"God, you feel good, Kyle!"
"You do too, Sean," he says and then realizes what he just said. He blushes and decides to turn it up and start pounding me. This position makes it a bit more difficult for him to get a lot of speed OR the slamming from when he was standing. His range of motion is diminished. He tries to adapt to this, as it must feel slightly awkward for him as things don't line up the same way they do with his girls. So he leans into me a bit more and in doing so leans me back. I let my left leg fall off his shoulder and he takes advantage of this and really starts pounding again. My right leg is still hooked around his shoulder and his face comes even closer as he leans into this fuck.
I pull him down and just as he gets close to my face, he moves and leans into the crook of my neck. There I can hear him grunt along with his deep breathing. I hold his head into my neck and his lips make contact with my neck and I go wild meeting this thrusts with a strong upward motion. Damn he is pounding me, but not as staccato as when we were standing, this ... something is different. He seems to have mellowed a bit, but might actually be allowing himself to enjoy this. He starts sucking on my neck and I get a bit nervous that he may be giving me a hickey. I pull him back from my neck and he zeros into my earlobe which just sends me into overdrive. A lightning bolt shoots from my earlobe down into my dick and back to my ass. I clamp down on his cock and he moans loudly into my ear and utters a soft, guttural "Fuck, Sean!"
I haven't fully used my hidden talents yet on this stud. I haven't really needed to and I certainly didn't want him busting too soon. Superpowers engage and I start clamping down on him as he slides in and relaxing a bit as he pulls back and he disconnects with my ear and leans up a bit so he can look directly into my eye. Seeing his gaze, I know this isn't going to last much longer so I grab my cock.
He down strokes and pulls back and then hard back in just looking at me as I squeeze him. He speeds up, he is going for it. I am going to take his full load inside me while he may be having the best orgasm yet.
Fuck he is pounding me and he is just looking at me directly, eye to eye. And just then he starts to shoot into me, and he leans into me and starts kissing me. Lips locked, tongue deep inside me, nearly as far as his cock. FUCK this is too much and I shoot a massive load between us. I paint his chest and mine as he collapses on top of me. I reach around him and I just hold him.
We stay like this for a good 3 minutes but it feels like 20. Our breathing returns to normal and Kyle finally pulls up a bit looking at me and the mess I made. He looks into my eyes and then shakes his head and he dismounts me and heads into the bathroom to take a shower, except this time he closes the door to the bathroom.
I am just covered in cum and I feel a drop of his load drip out of my ass, so I clamp down hard and decide I better get this room cleaned up before he returns. I can tell this hit him hard and fuck, I may have broken the boy.
I take my used t-shirt and wipe as much cum off of my chest as I can and toss it into my dirty clothes bag. I pull up the now rather crusty fuck blanket and place it with my dirty clothes as I know I will have time tomorrow to wash them. I remain naked and sit down on my bed and since Kyle is still in the shower, a really long one at that, I pull out my laptop to check email and I reopen the paper I have been working on.
It's still kinda early, only 9:30 pm. I got my "payment" from Kyle early tonight as he plans on going out with his friends for the huge Halloween parties going on throughout campus tonight. While I love Halloween (what gay man doesn't?) the drunk and sloppy crowds sound like a nightmare to me. Besides, I notice that I smell of sweat, lube and cum. Normally that turns me on, but today... I don't know, something was different with this last fuck. Something snapped with Kyle. Shit, I better not be developing any sort of feelings here.
This is simply transactional. He solves my sex drive by sexing me up, and I get to focus on my studies and forget about trying to deal with all the drama of the gay men on this campus. No emotions, just raw sex. No strings. Easy. Fuck, why do I give a shit if I broke him?
I hear the shower turn off and then him brushing his teeth. Wow, he must plan on seeing one of his girls tonight. Good for him. Fuck, though. What if he... Shit, why am I obsessing about what he does? It's none of my business. Who gives a shit if he fucks some stupid bitch? He is young, dumb and full of cum. Just as long as he has enough cum to dump into me... making his regular deposits. I am good. Right?
Kyle comes out and opens the bathroom door allowing the steam to escape as it runs for freedom and disappears into the already musky air of our room. Kyle reaches into his closet and pulls out his good jeans and a nice polo. Of course, he goes commando, damn jocks. He runs a bit of `Sexy Texture' cream through his hair and then takes inventory in the mirror on the wall.
"Hey roomie?" I say to him, in a softer voice.
"Yah?" Kyle says as he fixes a few stray hairs and pushes down a rowdy cowlick on his right temple.
"You look really good tonight, have a good time!"
He looks over at me with this gentle face that I don't see too frequently from him, but damn if I don't crave it. It's almost as if we have a soul gaze and exchange a myriad of emotions, thoughts and feelings between us without one word being said. In the three seconds that this look lasts, I can almost hear everything he is thinking: his confusion about what has been happening, being upset for letting down his guard and kissing me... for actually enjoying it? Craving it? Looking forward to what has been happening between us?. Or maybe it's the crashing reality setting in that he has had more orgasms with me, a boy, than with any other human.
But it is clear he also hears every single one of the thoughts flooding through my head as his sweet face nearly melts. How time nearly stops as he pulls up his jeans and stuffs his semi-hard cock into his tight jeans. How I am scared to death as to what is happening between us, but that I am powerless to stop it. How much I crave this guy, how unbelievably hot I think it is that he filled me with his load. How his load is being absorbed into my very soul right now. FUCK what am I FEELING?
"So... yah, have a good time! Don't break too many hearts tonight," I say, desperately trying to save face and not acknowledge whatever the hell just happened between us. I have been naked in front of this guy over a thousand times and this is the first time I felt... exposed.
"Thanks..." he says with a long pregnant pause at the end as he then commits to sliding on his loafers, grabbing his keys and wallet, and reaching for the door. As the door swings open and he takes a step forward he pauses for a second then looks back at me. Again with that gentle face, "Hey, you wanna come with tonight? It's really going to be kinda low key. Just me and the boys having a few beers, making our rounds."
"Nah, I am just going to stay here but it means a lot that you would include me, roomie." I wink at him, and he just smiles and heads out.
Still feeling exposed and a bit vulnerable I quickly get up and find a pair of light gray sweats and a t-shirt to put on. I settle in by pulling my laptop over and placing it on a pillow in my lap to dig in and get some work done. Before long, I'm feeling beat and I need some sleep. Closing my computer and setting it down on my desk, I pull back my sheets. Since this is the first night the weather has started cooling down, I decide to keep these clothes on and I begin to fall asleep.
Friday - All Saints day Don't get me wrong, I am the furthest thing from religious that a person could be, but this day always seems to tickle me. South Louisiana has such a high concentration of Catholics and of course, they have a day, right after Halloween, to celebrate the Saints. I mean it's rather like Mardi Gras - a. k. a. FAT Tuesday followed by Ash Wednesday which begins Lenten Season where for all that `Gras' we are meant to repent.
Kyle and I have a routine now since he is deep into the season and his team is doing exceptionally well this year. Friday they spend running plays, watching video of the other team they will be facing tomorrow and getting ready for game day. Today was not like the others, though. The stakes were higher.
You see, Saturday they would face another team who is also undefeated so far this season - AND - this team is the University's arch rival - the Monroe Warhawks and the game better known as "Battle on the Bayou." This game is seen as a must-win for our boys and Kyle has been hyper-focused on it. Because the starting QB has been struggling from an injury to his ankle, it's highly probable Kyle will be getting significant game time Saturday.
Just 3 months ago this would have meant nothing to me; in fact, I would likely be raging about how this is going to completely ruin my weekend plans because the campus will be flooded with people who want to come and support the Ragin Cajuns. I've always preferred the away games. But now, I can't help but feel drawn into this game. I want to support Kyle and these other random guys that suddenly don't seem that bad, at least from a distance.
I text Sarah and let her know she is coming to the game with me tomorrow and for her to clear up her schedule - I knew she would love this but also feign disinterest in the entire spectacle of it all. She wants to see these boys in tight pants running around and slapping each other on the ass just as much as I do. She is just too scared to admit it. I, on the other hand, am more than willing to sacrifice myself on the altar of the school football team. You know, Team Spirit! And FUCK, those white pants are everything. Damn.
Kyle rolls in after 10pm, which is normal for Fridays. It's his "night off" with me so he seems much more relaxed on these nights, though I can tell the actions from the previous night are still weighing on him. He hasn't said anything, and he isn't acting as if he is mad. Yet there is this heavy fog that lays over the room as a wet blanket - you can just feel it. I don't think he even looks at me this entire time. Best to just give him some space, I think.
As is typical with South Louisiana weather, the temperature shot back up again and so our room is rather warm; therefore, I am back to being a nudist. Kyle leaves on his clothes and then just says that he thinks he is having an early night and is going to crash.
"Everything OK, Roomie?" I say to him with a kind voice.
"Nah, I am fine, beanpole," he says through a powerful exhale that frankly made me a bit more concerned. This guy has a lot of weight on his shoulders. Sure as shit hope that it is not me that is causing him this... stress. He strips off his clothes and tosses them onto his desk chair, as usual. He jumps onto his bed, attaches his charging cord to his phone and starts scrolling.
"... so, I guess I am kinda stressed about these next few games. Looks like I will be starting tomorrow," Kyle says. I have desperately wanted to talk with him and find out what's been troubling him, and I am just so happy that he is opening up. `OK, don't spook him, Sean!'
Rolling over onto my side so I can look directly at him, I say, "Kyle! That is fucking outstanding! Dude! Congrats! You are going to kick those Warhawks right back to their backwoods town!"
Kyle smiles wide and looks down in embarrassment and almost as if he doesn't want to jinx it. Following me, he then rolls over to look right at me. Both of us hug a short standard-sized pillow as we lay naked in our beds looking at each other. "I am just nervous as a `cat in a room full of rocking chairs', my dude." Wow, Lake Chuck coming through tonight in this Baw.
"Come on, what in the world do you have to be nervous about? Seriously! You have worked your ass off for years and are in the best shape of your life. You have built a reputation as being a leader and a player your teammates look up to." I decide to sit up with this because he needs a real pep talk, and I am feeling the spirit, so here it comes!
Sidebar: See, every gay can read a bitch when backed into a corner, as I have already shown poor Kyle, but we can also channel that same skill set and power into good. So instead of reading his fine ass to filth, Imma read him to power!
"You know each and every one of the plays and for fuck sake you sat in that bed last night, scrolling and watching them `War Pigeons' - or whatever the fuck they call themselves - run every single play they know. You know them all. You won't be surprised by them! You got this, Kyle! Trust me! Besides... Imma get there early and will be rooting you on so I can watch you kick their asses up and down the field. So YOU GOT THIS!" I finish my hype show for him and he is just blushing red and smiling ear to ear.
He stands up and drops his pillow back onto his bed and walks over to me and pulls me up to my feet and pulls me into a bearhug. Full on, hips to shoulders hug with our bodies tight. After holding us like this for a good 30 seconds, Kyle pulls his face back a bit and kisses my cheek.
"Thank you, Beanpole. I really needed that."
"Kyle, I really meant it too. You got this... and anytime, brother! I got you."
Game Day The campus is packed today. I meet Sarah at PJ's Coffee and we hop onto the shuttle bus that brings students to and from the Stadium. It's nice out today, about 81 and sunny, so both of us just wear shorts and our red Ragin Cajuns t-shirts to show our team spirit. Making our way into the stadium, I notice we have great seats and this is going to be a lot of fun as we will be able to see our boys really well.
The game gets started and in the first quarter, Kyle is just killing it. He is landing each of his passes and his fine ass evades two QB rushes; that impresses the shit out of me. Never knew he was that fast! No wonder he has such a great ass - hell no wonder so many guys are chasing it, HA! Then he does it, throws a 30-yard pass into the endzone - and score! Touchdown! The extra point is good, and so we end the quarter up by 7!
Second quarter the defense really lets us down and the `Pigeons' come back strong with a touchdown and then on a 4th and 10 they go for a 38 yard field goal and damned if they don't get it. We go to halftime with a 7 to 10 score and my heart is hurting.
I know what you are thinking. Gay guy is only there for the halftime show, well not this one. I head my swishy ass to the bathroom and then to the concessions stand to grab myself something to eat. I'm dying of hunger after realizing I haven't had anything yet today and my nerves are killing my stomach. I make it back in time to see some of the Marching Band. Frankly, I am not impressed. Sorry, I have seen real college bands like Southern University and their Human Jukebox - and, well, our band rather sounds like a Junior High ensemble out for a walk.
I wish I could go down to the locker room and give Kyle a pep talk. Shit, he must be all up in his head right now. He just needs to focus. He has got this! The defense needs to get their heads in the game and stop these fuckers from scoring. The team comes back out and we are off to the races.
Defense seems to be in killer mode and our offensive line even appears to have gotten a bit stronger and we are now back on top after a 20 yard pass completion and a 25 yard run into the endzone by this dude who looks like he is turbo charged sprinting down the field. 14 to 10 at the end of the 3rd quarter.
Top of the 4th quarter and something happens and our offensive line misses two guys who get through them and they focus on Kyle like a heat seeking missile. Both of them come charging at him and time seems to slow completely for me. They take Kyle down hard. I hear the crunch all the way up in the stands. Shit. Shit. Shit! `Move Kyle! Get up! Damn you! Get up!' Up onto my feet I get as I am just screaming in my head and I grab onto Sarah's hand. Teammates surround Kyle and I am not seeing any movement. It feels like 10 minutes have gone by but in reality it has only been 10 seconds, and slowly I see the guys pulling away and I see Kyle given a hand and housed up into a standing position as his team members each come by and get a slap on his ass.
My stomach, in that short period of time, did at least 17 somersaults and left me reeling. I have seen so many guys get hit that hard and they get really hurt. But Kyle seems OK. He is continuing with the game, so he must be fine, right? Right?
"He looks like he is ok," Sarah says. "Right? I mean he seems like he has a bit of a limp though. Maybe he is just shaking it off."
"Yah," I say, more trying to convince myself than agreeing with her assessment. "He seems fine; he is a tough son of a bitch, that is for sure. He's fine."
Well, they must not have knocked him too hard because he ends up throwing two more touchdown passes and we win the game 28-10. That makes me so happy and so happy for Kyle. But damn, I bet he is going to be sore tonight. Good thing I got some good massage oil and some Bengay - just stop, it's good for muscles!
Sarah and I go out to get a burger at this nasty off campus hang out. Fuck, I don't know why we come here. The food sucks and the place looks like it was ripped right out of 2001. So we walk back to the dorms and I get back to the 609 at 9:15.
I take a shower, wanting to wash off the sweat and funk of the day and to be nice and clean. I don't have any plans to `take a payment' from Kyle tonight, but I will give him a long massage to make him feel better. He took a pounding today, and NOT in the good way.
He rolls into the room late; I dozed off for a bit with the TV on (watching Golden Girls, of course.) Looking at my phone it is 11:15 and he just falls on his bed after tossing down his backpack. Laying face down he somehow manages to kick off his shoes which fall to the floor and he just moans in exhaustion.
"Hey roomie. Fuck, they hit you hard today!" I say to him consolingly, "But you knocked their dicks in the dirt tonight! 28 to 10! Those War Pigeons didn't stand a chance!"
He turns his head and looks over to me. "You were there at the game? Really?"
"Yah, you think I was going to miss you starting for the first time this season? No fucking way!"
"Fuck, Beanpole. I hurt EVERYWHERE!" he says, groaning. I stand up and walk over to his bed.
"Here, let me help you!" I say as I roll him over so I can take off his pants. He looks at me with a pleading, desperate face. "No funny business, I swear! I can see you are in pain, let me help. You know I give killer massages and either way, you can't sleep in these tight jeans."
He rolls onto his back and I unbutton and unzip his jeans and begin pulling them down. It's about all he can do to lift his pelvis enough for me to pull these jeans over his tight glutes and remove them from him. Our boy goes commando so he is completely naked from the waist down. I reach up and unbutton the second and third buttons of his black school logo embroidered polo and then I pull him up. In one swift move, I pull off his shirt and slowly lay him back down onto his bed.
It's then that I notice: from his hip down to his knee on his left side is just a massive, terrible, gnarly-looking bruise the likes of which I have never seen before.
"Oh Kyle, fuck this looks terrible!"
"What?"
"You are banged up and bruised something terrible. Here, let me show you." I go and grab my phone and turn on the flashlight and snap two photos of just his butt down to his thigh. I take the photo and show it to him.
"Holy fuck, dude," he says to me, looking kinda concerned.
"Look, I got this. My aunt is a nurse, I know how to take care of bruising and swelling. I will be right back, just lay here!" I say to him as I run over to my bag that I keep all my toiletries in. Inside my mom packed me a mini first aid kit and I grab him two acetaminophen and two ibuprofen. Acting together these two will really help with the pain and swelling. I grab a bottle of water and I help Kyle lean up to take them.
"OK, now just lay here. I am going down to the second floor where they have an ice machine. I am going to fill up some bags with ice as we need to ice this down for you. I'll be right back. Stay put." I throw on some shorts and then run out the door.
"Yo! Beanpole!" he says as I am nearly out the door. "Seriously, thank you." I just smile at him and I am hitting the stairs to head down 4 floors to the Ice Machine. I fill two plastic bags with ice. They aren't water tight, just those cheap plastic bags from the grocery store, but they are big enough I can carry a lot back to our room where I can make ice packs from some of the ziplock bags I have.
I ride the elevator up to 6 and down the hall to our room. I make up the ice packs and wrap them up in a clean towel (as you don't want to cause harm to the skin from possible frost burn.) So I have him lay on his stomach and I place the ice right up against his leg from his butt cheek down to his knee in hopes this will help.
I then decide to grab the new massage oil that warms when you apply it and I start working his back muscles, which have all seized tight on him, feeling like rocks. I love massaging him, he feels so good in my hands and he has relaxed to a point where he trusts me and just melts into the bed and into my hands as they make contact with him.
Making my way down his back after seeing a bit of progress in his shoulders, I notice some other light bruising to him. Crap, they hit him hard; it's going to take him a few days to recover from this. Damn, I feel so sorry for him, but at the same time I am wondering why they put themselves through all of this. Of course, this is the first time since I have known him that he has gotten this beat up. Hell, not even in the early scrimages did he come back looking like this.
I make my way to his glutes and they are just as bad as every other muscle in his body. So I get to work. Kneading him, pushing down and pulling. I even use the back of my elbow to lean into and break up these rocks that I know can be muscles again. This is the most manipulation I have done to his ass and with the light on, I am seeing his beautiful hole just looking up at me. As I push into him it almost seems like it is winking at me. I drip some oil into the crack of his ass and I really get my fingers in there, working him over.
Several moans escaping his mouth indicate that I am doing a good job, so who am I to hold up on this? Squeezing his ample buns in my hands, my thumbs are also massaging the outside of his perfect hole. I take care not to penetrate him, not yet. Perhaps there is another tool that could loosen him up a bit better, that he won't shut it all down for?
Feeling braver than ever before, I lean down between his beautiful cheeks and blow a light breeze over his hole. I see a slight wink and then I lower myself further and extend my tongue to take a broad swipe over his hole. No reaction from him, so this time I make more of a point of it. He tastes so good, I take a full on lick this time savoring the entire trench between those beautiful globes of his.
"Wait, Sean... what are you doing?" He says to me, but he doesn't come shooting up or even move. He MUST be enjoying this.
"I just want to relax you, roomie. It feels good, doesn't it?" I say softly, but with a strong, dominant tone.
"Yah, it does but ... damn dude... OK."
I resume my work; this time, as my tongue swipes up, I add a bit of extra pressure right to the center. I notice that, while he started to constrict, that he may be loosening up now, at least a bit.
I keep up my work, making strong swipes at his hole and paying close attention to the hole itself... and finally, my tongue makes its way into his hole. I focus like a laser just on his hole and just on making him feel good. I see his hands as he grasps his bedding into his fists and moans as I am clearly sinking my tongue inside of him. He tastes good, clean but manly. I can tell that as he showered after the game that he used the skills taught to him by his dad to stay squeaky clean down here.
I make a meal out of his perfect ass and I move my thumbs back in and I am massaging his hole and opening it up further for me to keep working on him. He is completely relaxed and just enjoying the ride I am giving him. My thumbs are rotating back and forth, one at a time, pulling and prying this virgin hole open little by little, making sure that he associates this with pure pleasure. Plunging deeper and deeper into his ass with my tongue... I am so enjoying this, and there is no doubt he is too.
Not wanting to ruin this, I have to take it a slight step forward and start using my index finger. I slowly move it further inside of him using only my saliva to grease the way, and I make it in past the second knuckle while I keep my oral assault fully engaged. And slipping a bit more inside, I feel it, and so does he.
The tip of my index finger comes into contact with his prostate. He has been moving and his entire body seemingly singing, and all of a sudden he just stops and I do too. Next thing I know he is pushing his ass back onto me... just slightly, but enough for me to get the message loud and clear: "Continue!" He is too surprised, too scared, too tired to say this word, but I can read his body language expertly, and I know he wants this to go further... and deeper. So as I keep tonguing him, I move my finger to massage that g-spot for him, so that he is writhing beneath me.
I slide my left hand up under him and find his hard and leaking cock. The puddle of precum that he is nearly squirting out acts as enough lube for me to give him a good ride without him having to do much work. I am using the slight stroke and squeeze mode on his cock while my finger and tongue take care of his ass and within no more than 90 seconds Kyle is shooting a massive load into my hand.
"Holy fuck, beanpole!"
"Was that good?"
"I have no idea what all you were doing but that was freaking amazing and I am so relaxed right now. Holy shit!"
"Well those pills should be kicking in now too and it's been about 45 minutes that you have had this ice on you so it's time to pull it off. Roll onto your good side here and let me clean up any mess." I was able to catch a good portion of his load when he shot and the other bit actually landed mostly on a t-shirt that was laying on his bed. Good news is he won't be sleeping in a wet spot tonight.
"OK, you are all cleaned up. Here, try to get some sleep now. I am going to set my alarm to get up in 6 hours and to get you more acetaminophen and ibuprofen when you are able to re-dose because you are going to want to keep that in your system for the next 24 hours or so." I notice he is just looking at me, kinda weirdly. "You OK, there, roomie?"
"Wha, me? Oh yah, I am good. Yah, thanks Sean. Seriously. Thank you!"
"No worries, now get some sleep."
My alarm went off and I had the pills already laid out with the water for him so I made sure he took them and then went right back to sleep.
He rolls over back onto his good side and there is that amazing man, the freaking perfect body. So I have to grab my sketch pad and have a go at drawing him in this new light. As I draw, I get excited thinking about this new... I don't know, phase? Whatever we have found ourselves to be. Maybe friends? I can't quite define it or figure out where it's going, but I want this sketch of him to be my most special one yet.
The Morning After... I wake up around 9:30, having had no good reason to get up any earlier on a Sunday. Looking over at Kyle's bed, he is still sound asleep, though at some point during the night he fell onto his back. I decide I must have some coffee so I put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt and run over to PJ's. While there, I get one of the energy drinks Kyle is always burning through as well as two breakfast sandwiches, one for each of us, and then head back to our room.
Still sleeping, but back on his `bad' side, I begin to question if I should prompt him to roll over, but decide that may be too much.
I sit down and sip my coffee and chow down on my breakfast sandwich and apparently the smell wakes up Kyle.
"Morning roomie. I got you one of your energy drinks and a Sausage, Egg and Cheese sandwich for you. The sandwich is in the microwave and the drink in the fridge. How you feeling?" I say as I watch him start to stretch, and his cock comes to life a bit as well. Don't you love that state? You know, when the cock is just waking up and it's half hard, half chubbed, not really knowing what to do but needing to be ready for anything. Inspired by his cock, mine starts getting ideas and I feel it start to make itself known in my gray sweats. I'm freeballing, of course, cause apparently that is something I do now thanks to my roommate.
"Beanpole! Wow you are up and chipper this morning. Thanks for breakfast!" Kyle says, giving his body another stretch, reaching his hands all the way up and touching the wall while his legs flex out and his toes point to the door of the room. His cock lays back a bit and begins pointing at his navel, deciding that he wants to get fully hard, and here I am celebrating that revelation.
He stands up and gives yet another stretch; he must be super sore and tight even after I `loosened him up' last night. His cock points straight out in front of him and only a foot from my face. I lean up and kiss it right on the tip, more as a joke than trying to get anything going.
"How are you feeling, stud?" I say to him with sort of a scrunched-up nose, worried he will say he is in a bunch of pain.
"Actually not too bad, you know." He says this as he does a couple of twists and more stretches to the left and right, apparently just as much to get the juices flowing as he takes stock of what is hurting and needing attention. "I have never had a good massage like that after a tough game, and so... wow, I can tell how much good it did for me. I can actually move this morning and I am not hobbling around like an old man. So thanks for that. I wouldn't mind another round of that today, if you are up for it."
Wow, this is the first time Kyle is seeking my touch. I can't help but wonder if he wants me to continue massaging ALL of him again.
I remember back to seeing his hole like that last night. The light hair he had that seemed to frame that pink perfect hole was just mesmerizing. Damn. I certainly do want to have another go, but at some point he is going to have to help me along, because I have a case of blue balls right now after not getting off last night after working him over so hard. I take just a moment to appreciate how much I'm changing; no longer am I just fodder for jocks, but I am an equal player and by god my cock is going to get some attention too.
Back to reality I jump in with a "Sure, roomie! You got it, just name when! You got any plans for today?"
"You know... no I don't. Wow, that is weird," Kyle says as he heads towards the bathroom, likely to unload his probably-full bladder. Sure enough, seconds after entering the bathroom I hear his heavy stream hit the toilet. "Oh morning Max!" Kyle says as he is midstream.
"Jesus, you two are always fucking hard. What the fuck do you two get up to in that room of yours?" Max says, though without even a hint of disgust. Am I crazy, or do I detect a hint of curiosity?.
"Would you like to join us Max, and find out first hand?" Kyle says and I can tell just by his voice he is being super cocky to Max to shut him down.
"Eww, no. Just knock on the door when you are done, I need a shower," Max says as he nearly slams the door to his room as Kyle is still pissing.
I walk over to the doorway into the bathroom and just look at Kyle. He realizes I am there and sees me shaking my head at him. "What, dad? He started it!" This canaille grin erupts from his face and wow, this is a new Kyle I am seeing today. He shakes his cock a few times and then flushes and knocks on the door with the "shave and a haircut, two bits" knock to alert Max of him being finished. He walks into our room and I close our door behind him to give Max privacy.
Kyle nukes his sandwich for about 20 seconds and grabs his drink from the fridge and goes and plops down on his bed. I got him ketchup for his sandwich; I roll my eyes, but somehow I knew that's what he would want instead of hot sauce like I got on mine. It's about 10:30am now at this point and the room is starting to get a bit warm since it is November and the air has been shut off throughout the building. I open the windows and then kick off my sweats and my t-shirt, joining Kyle in our shared nudity.
"Call of Duty?" he says to me and I begrudgingly agree.
Around noon I give him some more of the pain meds and let him know that we should have that be the last dose so we can get him to start coming off them so he can take inventory of his body. Checking out his side it appears the swelling as well as the bruising has begun to subside, leaving a really good bruise just below his ass cheek and one on his lower thigh.
Around 2pm or so, Kyle says, "So what about another massage there, roomie?" He says this while he continues to play the damn game.
"Sure! Happy to do it, but you really should go and take a nice hot shower to get yourself loosened up a bit. And then I will let my hands work their magic on you.
"Bet!" he says as he pops up from his bed, and as he has been laying on his stomach, I didn't realize until now that he is hard as a rock. Was this him asking me for a blowjob? Does he want me playing with his ass some more? One thing is for sure: I am more horny now than I have been for a while as it has been more than 48 hours since I have nutted. I need some release with this one, and a rub and tug isn't going to be enough.
He is in the shower and trying to sing again, this time I can't even make out what song he has in his mind at all. I decide I want to be nice and fresh too for this so I hop up and walk into the bathroom - and then as he looks like he is mid rinse, I jump into the shower with him.
"Come here often, cowboy?" he says to me with a smirk. Yeah, he is getting back to being cocky. Back to that feeling that this is all about him and me worshiping him with the added benefit of a next level blowjob. Today he is going to have to help me get off and I can only think of two ways that I will be happy with; it will be his choice which one.
"Wash my back, cowboy," I say to him and he hesitates for a second and likely quickly realizes that he has done much more and this really isn't that big of a deal. He takes a few pumps of the shower gel and starts lathering my back up, moving from my shoulder and down to my ass. He scrubs a little bit but doesn't really get into my ass like I want him to.
"Come on cowboy, I know your pops taught you how to clean an asshole, get in there." I lean forward and place my hands above my head and on the shower wall, presenting my ass to him. He takes his right hand and gets some more gel on it and goes in roughly and starts to really clean between my cheeks - and then I feel it. First his index finger goes into me and then he adds another finger and he is moving in and out of me. He comes out and gets some more soap and goes right back in with his fingers... and this time, shit! There was a third! Fuck, he felt good - and damn if he wasn't going for bonus points here. I feel him get up closer to me and he says, really faintly...
"I suppose I could use another tool to get it a bit cleaner..." And next thing I know I feel the head of his cock at my hole as he starts to push into me and I am pushing back onto him. Well this wasn't what I had in mind, but it's a good appetizer for the meal I have planned. He takes hold of my hips and starts to slowly slide in and out of me and I have to spread out my legs a bit so he can make decent contact and get deeper inside me.
"Fuck, this is a great hole!" he says softly, clearly not wanting the boys next door to hear, if they are even home.
I can tell he is getting close so I pull forward and his cock falls out of me. I spin around and drop to my knees and stroke him a few times and then bob up and down on him a few times,looking up into his eyes as I continue my work.
I can tell he is getting close again so I stand up and this time I take hold of my own cock and with my left hand I grab his right and I bring it down onto my cock.
"You have to wash all of me, cowboy!" I say to him as I watch his eyes grow large. "Wanna be sure I am clean everywhere! Never know where I might need to stick this thing," and he just laughs and looks up to the ceiling.
After a bit of stroking then I decide well it's time to give him his options... I place my hand on his shoulder and start pushing him down.
"Dude, I don't know about this..." as he slowly takes a knee right in front of me and my cock makes contact with his lips. But he keeps his mouth shut tight. Making it down onto both of his knees he is just looking at my cock and still stroking it, now with both hands.
"Come on Kyle, it's time I get some satisfaction from this relationship, don't you think? You have had a lot of fun this past month, can't you at least get a taste?" I say to him with my sad puppy face.
"Dude, I just can't. I just... Look, I will do anything for you but I just can't do this, please don't make me bro. I just, I can't suck cock," he says, looking rather pathetic on his knees, his face just an inch in front my cock. He won't even look up at me. Instead he is fixated on my extra large cock, staring at it, somewhat awestruck but slightly fearful as he slowly strokes it.
"It's not just a cock, it's my cock. You can't even do it for me? The man who holds your future in his hands?" I say to him, now getting a bit pissed.
"Dude, I will do anything, but I just can't blow you. Please understand. Maybe someday, just... I just can't. Why don't we go lay down and you rub your cock on me again, that was fun...' he says, before clumsily adding, "for you, I mean... right?"
"OK, look, I have an idea... but that is the last pass you get today, OK? That means whatever I want now, excluding a blowjob, I get... OK?" I say with a clear plan in mind.
"Sure. Fine. Whatever you want. Thank you, Sean. Thank you for understanding," Kyle says with almost a tear in his eye.
Wow, he doesn't realize what he just agreed to.
I reach over and turn off the water and then pull him back up into a standing position and I hug him. Honestly, I don't know why I just did that. Anyhow, we grab our towels and dry off. I'm the first one to make it back into the room so I pull down our sex blanket and lay it on my bed this time. Change of scenery!
I pull Kyle into the room and push him face down onto my bed. I grab the warming oil and I start my massage of him at his shoulders as we have gotten used to by this point. He feels so much better today than he did last night, but you can still tell he has a lot of strained muscles beneath his taut skin.
I reach down and apply just a bit of the oil to my cock as I want to see if the reaction is going to be pleasant or if I need to switch us back to baby oil. It feels fine and it is slick enough, and stays slick enough that I think we will be good for where we are going.
I make my way down his back and my cock is laying in the trench of his ass cheeks, nestled snugly there as he suggested in the shower and I start moving and pulsing a bit down there. As I make my way down to his glutes, I have to pull my cock away from his ass, but I promise we will return. I make quick work of his ass like I did last night only this time I am moving much faster in my progression to get to his hole and to make it mine.
Again my tongue is buried in his ass and he is moaning just like last night, even more really, which is so fucking hot - to know that I am making this jock just go nuts from eating his ass. Using my thumbs I continue to open him up and it is slightly easier today and I can't underestimate the role the hot shower played as well.
His hole willingly opens up for me and both of my thumbs are in him up to the first knuckle as I hear him softly moaning above me. I take that as further permission to continue my invasion of his most private part of his body and soul. I grab some additional oil and this time I insert my index finger right into his hole and I find his prostate right in a solid, strong push to keep this moving and get him to a point where he is begging for more.
With one finger in there, I slowly massage his love walnut as my left thumb continues its onslaught of his hole. Now both my right index finger and my left thumb are as far in as each will go, so I decide it's time for reinforcements and I bring in my middle finger to join my index and he moans his approval. This time I can feel him push his ass up to meet this new invader.
"Yes, damn.. Keep doing that, yah, God that feels good, Sean," he says and then moves his face back into his pillow where he continues his moaning. I add a third finger alongside my thumb to his hole and realize this is a bit more than the girth of my cock and he is enjoying it. I remove my left thumb and I add my left index finger into the mix to make better contact with his prostate and he is loving it, pushing his ass back and up onto my fingers knowing that this will get more of me inside of him and he just doesn't seem to care.
I move up a bit and I keep my left fingers inside of him; being a righty I have to get some attention to my cock and only my right hand can do that well. So I pour some of the oil onto my cock, making sure to coat the top and the underside and I quickly get my right hand back down onto his ass. I don't want him to come out of this horny trance I have put him into, because we all know where my cock is going.
I move up a bit more; I align my cock with the valley of his ass cheeks and I place the majority of my weight onto his body. I start thrusting my cock between his cheeks and he is meeting my thrusts with his own upward thrusts as well, clearly enjoying this - but I notice he has stopped moaning, apparently missing my fingers being inside him. I am able to reach down and return my right hand between my pelvis and his ass and I slide two fingers back inside of him, but being up further I am not able to make contact with his prostate from this angle with my fingers.
He keeps pushing up though, wanting me in there. I take this opportunity to place the tip of my cock at his rose bud. As he presses up harder, wanting my fingers to be back deep inside him, I use my right hand and fingers to act as a shoehorn and line up my cock perfectly with his ass. He has taken thicker than this with my fingers and thumb just a few seconds ago and with him still seemingly in this trance, maybe this will work.
My cock head makes connection and he keeps his upward thrusts happening and I try to stay still with my cock right there. Each time he relaxes a bit, I move my cock forward just a quarter of an inch or two, so gradually he impales himself a bit more onto my cock. More and more is going into him and he has resumed his moaning, and finally my entire cock head has made it inside of him. He continues his movements and I slowly lower myself more and more.
A full two inches of beanpole dick are now inside of him and he can feel me start to make contact with his prostate. He keeps pushing back on me and I slip further into him; I can't tell if he is realizing what is happening or if he just thinks this is still a collection of my fingers, but either way he is on a mission and so am I. Three inches inside of him and I can tell this is now hitting his prostate in all of the right ways. He is moving his ass in different side to side moves now and each time I sink just a little deeper into him. Finally I can't take the strain on my lower back trying to keep myself steady and I finally relent and slide all the way inside of him.
He freezes. I freeze. He tries to move a bit and I just keep myself still on top of him.
"Fuck, Sean... are you... fuck are you fucking me?"
"Yes, but more accurately Kyle, you fucked yourself onto my cock if we are being honest."
"Dude, we can't be doing this! Move off of me!" he says as he starts to squirm beneath me. The feeling of him squirming is just making this feel so much better for the both of us, I just keep a firm grasp of him and enjoy this ride he is giving me.
It is important to note something - at any point in this Kyle could decide it is over and just push me off him. While I am certainly taller, his muscle mass could fling me off him within seconds. He weighs at least 40 pounds more than I do in solid muscle.
I can feel him starting to make some swirling motions with his hips a bit. "Sean, please we can't be doing this. You promised you would never make me do anything I wasn't comfortable with... remember. You promised." He says this, protesting, and yet still he doesn't shake me off of him like we both know he could if he really wanted to.
"You are right, I did promise. And in the shower I lived up to that promise and I didn't make you blow me. You asked... you pleaded to do anything else... anything other than blowing me. You even suggested that we repeat what we had done before. We did, only this time you backed up on my cock... you kept working my cock as it snaked further and further inside of you..." At this point his hips are gyrating and he is most certainly fucking himself on my cock as I lay still on top of him. "Kyle, you realize you are fucking youself on my cock right now, right?"
"Fuck... you can't tell anyone about..." Kyle says breathlessly.
"What happens in the 609 stays in the 609! Roomie!" I say to him as I reach around him and push my arms under his chest, hugging him from the back as his hips keep fucking himself on my nearly 9" cock as he takes it like a champ.
I join in on the fun and start to to fuck him properly and his moans are continuing.
"I feel so full. Jesus, this feels so weird. Holy shit, I have your bare cock in me, Sean!"
"Kyle, your ass feels amazing on my huge, bare cock. Damn, I haven't topped that much, so this is huge for me and damn this is amazing bro!" I say to him as we pick up the speed a bit.
"Holy shit, are you going to cum inside me, Beanpole?"
"Do you want me to cum inside you, Kyle?"
"Fuck dude, don't make me say it!" And he giggles a bit mid moan which is an altogether new sound that I have never heard before. It was HOT.
"You have to say it, Kyle. Say that you want me to cum inside you... because I am getting really close," I tell him in more of a whisper right into his ear as I lay my full weight on top of him.
"Dude, if I say that I am going to cum myself," Kyle says.
"Wait, it will make you cum if you say that you want me to cum inside of you?"
"Shit, I think so... fuck this feels so damn good! You are fucking me ...and pushing my cock into the bed .... and I am fucking the mattress. FUCK this feels good ....and I am so close to blowing," he says breathlessly.
"Then let's cum together... say it... say it roomie!"
"Fuck... Cum inside me, Sean. Fucking cum inside me, Beanpole! Do it! Just do it! Fuck!!!!" he says, and as his ass contracts and spasms around my cock, I bottom out inside of him and I blast two days worth of cum, filling him completely with me. My huge load.
Just three months ago this dude was freaking out because I got a drop of my cum on his leg; today he was begging me to fire both nuts inside of him. Holy shit that is hot.
I collapse on top of him and keep my cock inside him and I hug him tightly.
We lay like this for some time, my cock still buried deep inside of him. He twitches a bit, likely sore from the game and from what just happened, so I roll off him and pull my cock from his ass with a small pop sound.
He goes into the bathroom. I try to follow him, but he closes the door on me.
I knock at the door and say, "Kyle, you OK?" I hear the shower turn on and no response from him at all. "Kyle?" I decide not to make a thing out of this, but I am concerned.
The shower runs for some time, more than 20 minutes actually. I grow more and more concerned. He never takes this much time in there. I don't know why but I decide to put on some sweats and a t-shirt.
Kyle comes out of the shower and his entire body is glowing red. He has a towel wrapped around him very tight and he goes right to his closet and starts pulling out clothes and throwing things onto the ground. He takes a t-shirt and sweats into the bathroom with him and closes the door again.
I walk back over to the door again and knock. "Kyle, are you OK? Come talk to me!"
He opens the door, fully clothed and pushes past me saying, "Sean, leave me the fuck alone. Just leave me the fuck ... ALONE!"
"Kyle, Jesus, just talk to me, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong? You just fucked me! You just fucking fucked me, you son of a bitch! I keep telling you I am not gay, you fucking asshole!"
I approach him and try to touch him and fuck that was a bad idea.
Kyle swings around, face burning red and he winds back and swings. His fist connects right in the center of my face. Seeing stars, I reacted too slowly as the force of his punch combined with my delayed flight reaction cause me to fall back on my ass.
"Leave me the the fuck alone, you fucking pervert!" Kyle says as tears stream down his face. "You did this to me, you asshole! Look! YOU DID THIS! You do whatever the fuck you need to, turn me in, whatever... but this is over, you son of a bitch! I hate you!"
I am just holding my face and I start to cry as well, mostly from the shock, but also as a reaction to Kyle. Holy fuck. Kyle goes and slides on a pair of loafers, grabs his keys and heads for the door. I try to pull myself up. Looking down at my hand, I notice blood and I now taste blood in my mouth.
"Kyle I am sorry, please come back! Please wait!" Out the door he goes.
I fall back down onto my ass and start sobbing. What have I done? God damn it, what have I done?
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