Taming the Shrew
The next morning I woke up, sweating. I think I had a nightmare. Wait, it wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Mike jerked me off. I immediately looked over to him. He was still sleeping. He was lying face down with his butt in the air. One leg was bent, the other was straight. What a peculiar way to sleep. Anyway, what drew my attention was his butt. He had a big, round and firm butt. His shorts hugged it well and all the contours were visible. What's not attractive about that picture was the fact that he was drooling.
"I got to get my hands on that ass." I thought to myself. "Or, my cock in it." I thought about sliding my cock in and out of that big fat ass and slapping it while I was doing it. Hmm, sexy. He said he would do "anything" if I helped him become more popular with girls... I wonder if that includes getting fucked. My daydream was interrupted when he stirred. He was grunting. Did he just grunt in his sleep? His hand reached back and scratched his butt. Nice.
I didn't know if I found Mike attractive or repulsive, likely both. As I thought about what I should do to him next, he started to wake up. His body shuddered and then he slowly opened his eyes and turned his body. He rubbed his eyes and looked at me. For a few seconds he was trying to remember why I was in his room. It was the first night I was there, after all. When it came back to him, he groggily said, "Good morning."
"Good morning, Mike."
He looked around trying to see the alarm clock and his eyes widened. "Oh shit! I'm late for class! I forgot to set the alarm!" He quickly got up and went to the bathroom. I didn't have class until afternoon, so I was fine. Watching him rush back and forth trying to get ready was hilarious. When he was finally ready to leave, I waved my goodbye.
So, I had time to think about what I should do to this guy. Last night's brutal onslaught on my manhood was, well, brutal. I got to do something to help this guy fast, or I'm not getting any fun out of being his roommate. My mind wandered back to his butt and an idea came to me. If he couldn't pleasure me, I got to find ways to pleasure myself, with his body. I also had a backup plan, if plan A didn't work. I went out to shop for what I needed for plan B. When I came back, I put what I bought under my bed and then headed for class.
When I came back from class, Mike was jerking off. I thought to myself how lucky I was, because I caught him in the ten minute window in all afternoon. I smiled at that thought.
"Hey Rick!" He greeted me warmly. "I'm watching Dorm Room Gangbang 11. Want to join me?"
"Sure."
"I've been practicing to jerk off slower. I've been jerking off for twenty minutes without cumming."
"Wow, good job!" I never thought I would be praising someone for jerking off for twenty minutes. He gave me a warm smile and went back to his video. I joined him on his bed.
"I so want to bang this girl!" He pointed to a girl on the screen. Yup, the usual porn star type: blonde (fake), big boobs, heavy lipstick, high heels. They all looked the same to me. Anyway, I noticed that Mike was indeed jerking slower, which was a good sign.
"Oh, look, they are doing double penetration on her!" The expression on the girl was not exactly pleasure. It looked more like pain. I briefly wondered how it would feel to have two cocks in you. I guess I would never know.
"Man, I love it. Pounding a girl from both sides!" He was jerking off faster now. In no time, he was stroking in full speed again.
"Oh man, it's so hot. I'm cumming. Ahhhhhhhh..." He shot all over his shirt. As before, he balled up his shirt and threw it in the same pile of clothes that was there yesterday.
"Say, how often do you do laundry?"
"Once a week." That pile of clothes certainly looked more than a week old.
"When do you do laundry usually?"
"Sundays, but you moved in yesterday so I didn't get to do it."
"Oh, sorry about that! Do you want to do it now? I can help you."
"Thanks. You're cool!" How many times did he say I'm cool since I moved in?
I helped him gather his dirty laundry and carried them to the laundry room. I accidentally touched his cum filled shirt and got cum on my hands. He noticed it, said sorry, and took it from me. When he turned around to leave, I secretly smelled and tasted his cum. It wasn't bad at all. Typical jock cum taste. It reminded me of Ben's cum. My heart sank when I thought of Ben. What am I doing with Mike here?
I followed Mike to the laundry room. On the way, I looked at his butt swaying from side to side and I was reminded of my plan A. I helped him put his clothes in the machine. He thanked me and I started telling him about my plan.
"Hey, Mike, I've been thinking. Remember I said I'd think about what you can do for me? I got an idea."
"Yeah?"
"Remember I gave you the best orgasm last night? Your jerking wasn't exactly on par so I thought I had to get pleasure some other way."
"Like what?"
"Would you let me fuck you?"
He totally freaked out. "Hell, no! I'm not gay!" He yelled so loudly that I had to look around to make sure no one heard us.
"I knew you wouldn't, but I just thought I'd ask to make sure. How about sucking me off?"
"No way man! I'm not a cocksucker! I'm straight!"
"So what can you do to pleasure me?"
"I can jerk you off."
"We already tried that. It didn't work."
"I can get better at it if I practice." I gave him a glance that told him I didn't want to be his guinea pig.
He frowned. "That's all I can do, man! Just jerking, no gay stuff!"
"How about if I ask you to just stay still while I use your body to pleasure myself?"
"Like how?"
"By rubbing against you."
"You want to rub your cock on my face?"
"Not your face. Your ass."
"I said no gay stuff!"
"I'm not pushing it in your hole, just using your butt crack to simulate sex. You know, since we can't find any girls? I can let you do that to me as well." He thought about it for a second.
"That still sounds gay to me."
"Do you have any better idea?"
"I still stick to jerking."
"Come on, just try it once. Please?" I used my pleading voice to try and get him to comply.
"Ok. But you need to help me get better at sex!"
"Deal." We went back to our room and he looked at me apprehensively.
"What do we do now?"
"Why don't you get naked first?" He did, and he sat on his bed naked.
"Now get on all fours." He was nervous, but he did it anyway. I got behind him and took off my clothes.
"This is so gay..." He looked back at me and said.
"It's not really gay sex, just simulated straight sex." He wasn't convinced, but he stayed still.
I looked at the ass in front of me. It was seriously a nice ass: big, fat, round, and hairy. I couldn't help but caressed it.
"Hey you are freaking me out! Just do your thing and get it over with!"
"Ok." I didn't want to test his limit so I just took my cock out and rubbed it on his ass. He frowned. I'm not sure he liked it, but I wanted to get off badly, especially after last night's horrible jerking. I slid my cock back and forth on his ass crack, using my precum as lube. He moaned softly. Was he enjoying it?
Using my hands to grab his fat ass, I thrust back and forth. His ass crack felt warm and nice. It wasn't that bad. I started getting into it, rubbing harder and faster. His moaning became louder. He was clearly enjoying it. I closed my eyes and imagined I was fucking Ben. That thought made me so horny I quickly approached climax. On one stroke I accidentally brushed against his hole and his ass tightened. He grunted and I mumbled sorry before I continued. I made several long strokes. With one last push I unloaded my cum all over his back. I was looking for something to wipe the cum when he handed me one of his t-shirts. I thanked him and wiped him clean. One thing this guy wasn't short of was t-shirts, or cum-filled t-shirts.
"That was good. Thanks." I said as I went back to my bed. He shook his head as if he couldn't believe what he just did.
"So how was it? I hope it wasn't too bad?"
"It was gay." That's all he said. He looked at me and there was a look of expectation on his face.
"What is it?"
"Can you help me with sex now?"
"Ok. Hold on." Time for plan B. I reached under my bed and took out what I bought earlier today. It was a blow-up doll. I was so embarrassed when I bought it, but it was better for his sandpaper hands to touch her than me.
"Hey! I have the exact same thing!" He said excitedly. Oh good, I can return this since it's unopened. But this guy is more pathetic than I thought.
"Cool. Let's see yours." He proceeded to take out his doll from under his bed. Hey, we even stored it in the same place! It was already blew up.
"I call her Becky." Ok, he named her? More pathetic, I thought. "What do you want to do with her?"
"I want you to practice your sensual touch on her."
"Ok. But how would I know if I'm sensual enough?" It's true that "Becky" can't give him feedback. It's probably why he was so rough. The doll wasn't complaining.
"I'll tell you." He proceeded to practice what I taught him, stroking and caressing her face. However, the doll wasn't making it realistic enough for him.
"This is stupid." He said. I agreed.
"But you got to practice your gentle, sensual touch. Who else can you practice it on?"
"It's hard to imagine you are a girl, but touching this doll is even more stupid."
"So you want to touch me?"
"At least you are human."
"Ok, come over then." I was taking a leap of fate for him to practice on me. He came over, still naked. I was also naked from humping him earlier. When he climbed on my bed, my cock jumped. He was kind of sexy. He stared at me for a second, feeling awkward. He clearly was not comfortable performing sexual acts to me while we were both naked.
"Close your eyes and pretend you were with a girl."
"How do I touch you if I can't see?"
"Just use your sense of touch. Try to feel me up."
He closed his eyes and reached out, like a blind person. When his hand found my face, he was covering my mouth. I guided his hand on my face and gently stroked it. If he was going to touch my face with those sandpaper hands, it's better that I did it. I pretty much guided his hands to touch every part of my body. After a while, he seemed to be getting the hang of it. I let go and for the first time, I could feel him touching me gently.
"Yeah, that's it. You got it." He was encouraged and started touching me more. It was definitely an improvement. I guided his hands to rub my chest and stomach, then let go and let him do it. Then I guided him to my cock. As I just came, I wasn't hard, but I guided his hands to gently fondle it. I even let him touch my balls. I also guided him to rub my legs up and down. I showed him what sensual touch meant.
After a while, it was starting to have an effect on me. My cock was getting hard. I wrapped his hand around my cock and wrapped mine around his hand. Slowly, I stroked up and down, teasing the cock head with his thumb occasionally. He was starting to get it. After I showed him a few ways to stroke me, I let go to let him do it. He was doing a reasonably good job copying my moves. He was... sensual. Wow. I thought about Shakespeare's Taming of the Shrew. I felt good about myself.
As he stroked me, he was occasionally still a bit rough, but overall, it was a big improvement from last night. I was starting to enjoy it. As I came earlier, it took me longer to climax, which gave him more time to practice. When I felt he was good enough, I just leaned back and enjoyed his touch. He was stroking me with his right hand and playing with my balls with his left, just as I did to him last night. This guy was learning. Occasionally, he even reached up and played with my tits. Wow, not bad!
After some time, I was feeling my climax building. I let him know how much I was enjoying it, and that I was near. He was encouraged and started jerking me faster. He still had a tendency to go back to his crazy jerking and I had to remind him. He slowed down and started feeling all around my cock head. His rough hands rubbing my sensitive cock head was actually quite stimulating. I told him to focus on it and also the underside. He kept rubbing me harder and harder, which was agony since my cock head was so sensitive, but I let him. I was so close. When he felt my cock throbbing, he knew I was close. He kept squeezing, pulling and rubbing my cock, and finally pressing on my underside, sending me to a crashing climax. I shot all over my chest and stomach. It was a strong one. Compared to last night, it was, well, night and day.
I opened my eyes and smiled. "That was great!"
He opened his eyes as well and gave me a warm smile. "Thanks! That wasn't so bad, was it?"
"No, it was much improved! You got it!" He was beaming and looked so proud of himself.
"So... you think I can get a girl to have sex with me more than once now?"
"I think so. But, that was only the foreplay. You still need to work on your fucking."
"How can we work on my fucking?"
"Hmmm... I don't know. I can't let you fuck my ass, can I?" I was testing the waters. Is this too gay for him?
"No, that would be gay. Unless... you don't mind?" He looked embarrassed.
"If I let you fuck my ass, you'd have to let me fuck yours. It's only fair."
"I... er... no... I can't let you fuck my ass."
"Then I can't either."
"But... you are doing it to help me, right? It will be between us."
"You are asking me an awful lot though. To offer you my ass to help you, literally?"
"Please... you helped me so much already. I really need this. I've been fucking Becky for three months!" Ok, that was pathetic.
"Again, what's in it for me? You can only jerk me, but I have to let you fuck me?"
"I... anything! I'll do all your chores! I'll share my lunch with you... anything!" Boy, is this middle school?
"Anything but sucking me or letting me fuck you."
"Yes! Anything but those! I even let you hump me! Come on!"
"Humping is not nearly as good as fucking."
"Please... please, please, please!" Did he just say four pleases in a row?
"Let me think about it." Inside, I didn't think it would be that bad to let him fuck me. He was kind of hot. But I thought about Ben and I didn't want to be unfaithful, even though we were not a pair. And besides, I didn't want to appear too easy to Mike, who might suspect I'm gay.
"When can you decide?"
"Tonight, I suppose."
"Ok. You know, I really thought it was hopeless, until I met you. I thought I would be stuck with Becky forever. But... you are really a life saver. I already learned so much!" He looked at me with such gratitude and appreciation that I was genuinely moved. I really wanted to let him fuck me there and then, but I thought better of it.
"Thanks. I'll let you know tonight."
He climbed off my bed. Pointing to my own laundry pile, he said, "Do you need to wash these? I can help you with that." He started gathering my dirty laundry.
I smiled and said, "Yeah, that would be great. Thanks!" Without a word, he gathered all my dirty clothes and went to the laundry room.
So, I managed to train this gruff jock to perform sensual touch. I managed to use his ass to get off, and I got him to be my bitch, doing all my chores. And I managed to get him to beg me to let him fuck me. All in a day's work. Not bad, huh?