"You fucking asshole! You had this planned." I looked away and felt emotion roll through me. He had committed himself to seeing me through this and he had stuck through it with me. Damn it was nice to have friend. "Steak! Fucking steak! I want MEAT!" I was fucked! And I knew it! But I was a hungry fucker!
We stopped at a steakhouse and I ordered a nice New York steak, Caesar salad, baked potato and sauteed mushrooms. I ordered the steak medium rare. I dove into the salad for the first couple of bites and then realized I looked like a rabid dog. So I sat back and ate more slowly.
I started asking Doc questions, so I could eat and he could answer. He told me about how he grew up and came out in college. His parents had support his decision and were fine with his life style. He had gone to med school and done all his interning. He had had a couple of steady guys but no one seemed to be the right one for him.
He loved serving guys and he was into piss. He wasn't embarrassed about telling me this and didn't apologize for what he liked. He talked on about his life, family, hobbies, things he enjoyed, music, movies.
I slowed down - I couldn't eat it all. I only ate about half the salad and about a half the steak and potato. I asked for the remainder to be wrapped up.
Doc asked if I wanted to go back to the dorm. I couldn't deal with that place again. "How about your place?"
I was surprised he said yes. We got back into his car and he put on some music and we drove to his house. When we got there, he took me inside and started his fireplace. He brought out some wine and poured me a glass. He sat for a bit and then asked me what I was thinking.
I tried but couldn't put it into words. I had thought the pain would burn out my hunger for Bobby, my longing for him, but it hadn't. I had then thought that being abused by the guy would do me enough harm that I wouldn't care about anything or not be able to think about anything anymore.
But I was glad he had rescued me. I couldn't live like that. I got a bit emotional again. He hugged me for a bit and then took me off to his bedroom. He stripped down and told me to do the same. We got under the covers and then he held me, spooned me from the back. He held onto me until I fell asleep.
In the morning, he was still there. I lifted the covers and looked at his body. He was such a contrast to me. His dark hair was everywhere. But not in a wiry way, but his hair created patterns, whorls and the thick thatch of hair around his cock was amazing. I was shaved clean again.
I watched his cock, it swelled a bit and moved. I loved what he had done for me. I had to pay him back. I turned around under the covers and took his cock into my mouth. It tasted wonderful. I liked the musky, sweaty, pissy taste of it. It swelled in my mouth. I went to work on his cock using all the techniques I had learned from Bobby.
Doc woke and moaned as I continued to work on his cock. He lay back and spread his legs letting me have complete access to him. I played with his furry balls and continued to lap at his cock. I would alternate taking as much of it as I could down my throat (which was most of it) with licking the sides of it up and down.
He groaned as I worked on his cock. I was enjoying paying him back a bit for everything he had done for me. I worked faster and harder on his cock and was rewarded with his balls drawing up and his legs stiffening. Then a loud long groan escaped Doc and he began to shoot. I drank down everything he could give me.
He pulled me off when he finished and his cock became sensitive. He pulled me up and kissed me, licking some his cum out of my mouth.
We lay in bed, me lying in his arms. This was nice. It wasn't Bobby, but it was nice after all the time without anyone. I guess I would settle for him.
I spent the weekend with Doc, we alternated having sex, relaxing, and eating for 2 days. It was nice and it was fun. Doc wanted me to piss on him, but it just didn't seem right. He did piss over both of us and seemed to get off on that.
Sunday night he told me it was time for me to go back to my dorm. I wanted to object. I wanted to stay with him. He asked me to go back to my room and sleep on it and let him know if I still wanted to move in with him.
I was elated; he was going to let me move in with him. I walked back to my dorm room planning how the rest of the semester would go, living with Doc. It made me smile inwardly, it would me feel better. I wouldn't be as happy as if it had been Bobby, but it would do.
I was settling, but it was more than I had ever had before Bobby and it would be nice to continue to please Doc after all he had done for me. I made it to my room, threw off my clothes and added them to the general squalor and crawled into bed and feel asleep, thinking of pleasing Doc.
I woke up and looked over to see Doc's face waiting for me to wake up again. I sat up and swung my legs over the edge of bed and as usual I was naked, but it was not an issue for me with Doc. He had seen me naked so many time, not to mention all the stuff he had done to me sexually.
I started to talk, but he said, "Get up, get in the shower and get dressed." He didn't seem to want to talk about anything.
I got up and headed into the bathroom. I took a leak and thought about pissing in the back yard and having to get on all fours and pissing in front of people. My cock twitched a bit thinking about it, but that was over now.
I got in the shower and mechanically went through the process of washing myself. I thought of all the times I had shaved myself for Bobby. I had been shaved again, but it wasn't for Bobby. I wondered if Doc would want me to keep it this way.
I turned off the shower, grabbed a towel and dried off. I left the towel in the bathroom in the pile of dirty clothes and towels and headed back into the room.
"What the fuck is with all this mess?"
I looked up. It was Bobby!!!! He was smiling and laughing at me. I was laughing and crying and moving my mouth but nothing was coming out.
"Come here, boy!" he said and held his arms open. I ran across the room into his arms and hugged him as he squeezed the air out of me. I couldn't say anything I was too wound up emotionally.
He pushed me away and took my face in his hands and looked from one eye to the next. "I missed you, Davey. I couldn't think of anything else. I knew that Doc was looking after you, but I wanted you, not his report of you. And I didn't like what I was hearing."
But he leaned forward and kissed me hard on the lips and I returned it with great enthusiasm.
"I want to be with you and I want to live with you and I want to do things to you and I want to do things with you," he said and make my heart swell.
"But what about Uncle and the house?" I couldn't imagine what was going on. I had too many questions, too many thoughts, too much I wanted to know and most of all I never wanted to leave Bobby's side. I wanted to serve him and let him use me. I wanted to be his.
"I have left the house." My mouth fell open, again.
"I have an apartment of my own, or I should say - if you agree - we have an apartment."
"But, but, but," I stuttered.
"Yeah, you have a nice butt! I would love to whip it! beat it! kiss it! and fuck it." He smiled. "Uncle understands and we can visit whenever we want but we are on our own. Just us. That is, if you want to. Do you?" He looked me in the eyes again.
"Yes, Sir!" and tears rolled down my face again.
"Good, I thought you might." He wiped the tears away from one side of my face and licked his fingers.
He spun me around and smacked me on the ass, "Then get in there and get that dressed!" he laughed again. "Can't have any naked boys running around campus!"
I walked over to the closet, but turned around to look at him. I wanted to make sure it was real! Yep, he was still there smiling. "Get dressed!"
"We have to get you in shape. I like my boys in looking good."
I stopped at the use of the plural there. "I mean MY BOY!" He smiled again.
I put on the running shorts he handed me and then my running shoes. I followed him out and down the stairs. When we got outside, Bobby took off leaving me in the dust. I was hard pressed to jog, much less run. Bobby stopped turned around and laughed and waited for me to catch up to him.
"Yeah, we have a lot of work to do. Looks like we will be spending a lot of time on the running trail and in the gym. And the locker room. Remember the locker room?" He smiled. "That is where it all started."
Yes, I remember him standing behind me pissing on me. That's when everything changed for me. My eyes welled up again - fuck was I going to cry my life away!
He started off at a easy jog, keeping pace with me while I worked to keep jogging. I was out of shape and weak. After 20 minutes or so, he angled off into the woods. He started walking and finally stopped in a clearing.
"Strip," he said and I started getting hard before I even got my running shorts down. He smiled as I stood and showed my nearly hard cock. He held out his hand and I hand him my shorts. "The shoes and socks, too."
He stood and watched as I toed off my shoes and the raised each foot to remove my socks. My cock was now full hard and straining. I was so turned on.
"Hand them to me." I bent and gathered them up and gave them to him.
"You are now completely naked. You are completely dependent on me. How does that make you feel?"
"It feels wonderful!" I said, not hiding the emotion in my voice.
"So if I took all your clothes and told you to stay here for 15 minutes and then go back to the dorm, what would you do?"
"I would do that." I said, earnestly.
"Good, I am not going to do that, but it gets me hard knowing that you would follow my instructions." I noticed his shorts were beginning to tent. "So what do you want to do right now?" He stood with my clothes in his hand and smiled at me.
"Bobby, I want to do whatever you want to do. I want to suck your cock, I want to be fucked by you, I want to do whatever you want."
He chuckled and said, "Right here, in the open air, you would let me fuck you?"
"Yes," I nearly groaned and my cock throbbed.
"Man, I want to fuck you!" He dropped my clothes to the ground. Then he pulled off his shorts, exposing his wonderful cock. He put his shorts next to mine. "Come here."
I walked over to him and he took me by the shoulder and turned me around and bent be over. I heard him spit into his hand then soon I felt his cock head pushing at my hole. I relaxed and pushed back onto it and we both sighed as he began to slide into me. He took hold of my hips and pulled me tight against his cock. He held me that way for a moment or two and I felt his cock flexing in my ass.
Then he slowly pulled out, almost all the way and then back in slowly. I was moaning and wanting more of him. He slow fucked me that way for several minutes then he increased his pace.
Then I noticed that there was an urgency in his thrusts, like he was wanting to hurry the process along. He began to fuck me harder and faster. Grunting, as he pounded my ass. My own cock was throbbing and dripping as he worked on my hole.
He was really applying pressure to my prostate as he fucked me and I was feeling that increased sensations and pleasure as he worked it over. I was enjoying the increased friction in my hole as well.
He really picked up the pace and began jack hammering my hole. He started to moan then and I was there as well. I knew he was close. I wanted to cum with him. I began to moan as well and soon I felt him begin to shoot and fill me with his warm cum. That triggered me and I shot as well. It had been a couple of weeks since I had last cum and I must have spilled a gallon right there. My head was writhing back and forth as he pumped me full and I continued to shoot.
Finally, he held me tight and still. When he pulled out, he turned me around, took my face in his hands and kissed me hard on the mouth again. Tears were streaming down my face again. He wiped them away and then handed me my shorts. I put them on. He handed me my socks and shoes and I put them on.
He started slowly jogging and then picked up the pace a bit. I followed along and felt Bobby's cum running out of my ass and down the insides of my legs. This was the way it should be.
I followed Bobby as he led the way to our apartment! I wasn't so fucked up after all!
Thanks for being patient with the story - it was fun and got great response for you guys. So that is it for Bobby and Davey.
Wait! I just got an email from Davey -
Harry -
Just wanted you to know that Bobby and I are doing great! He worked with the various professors and me and I got my grades up and got my strength back. I can now keep up with Bobby as we run every morning. I look pretty buff, these days.
We have been living together now for 2 years and it is wonderful. I love taking care of him and he loves using me to please us both. I stay shaved for him, although he lets me have my head hair a bit longer.
We have visited the house a couple of times - we enjoy hearing the stories from the guys there, but like our lives together. Uncle understands and approves.
Bobby really understands me and what turns me on. Every once in a while he will invite someone over, that I haven't met and let the guy watch as I have to suck Bobby or be fucked by Bobby. It still turns me on, to have to perform for a stranger like that.
We have our own little rituals about each other. If Bobby finds a hair on my body and he spends time every week examining every inch of my body, he pulls it out.
And I get to drink his piss every Sunday morning as a treat!
I have taken Bobby to meet my parents and after the initial shock they have been great. They think he is a great guy and that I am lucky to have him. I agree! They have us up for one weekend a month and spoil him terribly, fixing all his favorite dishes and waiting on him hand and foot!
I think that we are in this together for the long haul. I like serving him as a lover and he likes using me as a lover and together we give each such pleasure!
Harry, thanks for sharing our story.
Have fun
Davey.