"Rob gets raz'ed" Copyright 1997
It was a Friday night. I had gone to a movie on campus earlier that evening with a couple of fraternity brothers. After the movie, I'd stopped at the bar in the fraternity house basement for a couple of beers, then headed up to my room. Since I was a fraternity officer, I had one of the few singles in the house.
I settled myself into a chair, lit up a joint to relax myself after a hard week of tests, and started reading a book. A few minutes later I heard a knock on the door to my room. I set the joint down in an ash tray, and opened the door. There stood Rob, a fraternity brother. "What can I do for you?" I asked. "Do you want to play strip poker?" Rob replied. I must have looked a bit shocked, because Rob added, "Doug said you liked to play."
"Doug has a big mouth," I thought. A couple of months before, we'd both been quite stoned, and quite bored. I had suggested that we play a game of strip poker, and Doug had agreed. We had both gotten naked, but I guess Doug wasn't in the mood, and he wasn't really my type, so neither of us made a move to do anything but sit there naked. I asked, "Who else did Doug tell?"
"Well, Tony, Paul, Mark and I were all there when he said it," Rob replied.
"Great," I thought, Now four people think I'm queer."
I thought Rob was straight, so I was very surprised he wanted to play strip poker with a guy. Maybe he was bi, or just bored. Anyway, I asked, "Are you drunk?" Rob stood there with a large mug of beer in his hand. Since he'd been at the bar downstairs earlier, I knew it was not his first. If we were to play strip poker-- and if anything were to happen-- I did not want Rob to claim I had taken advantage of him in his drunken state.
"Maybe a little," Rob replied, "This is only my third beer in over an hour."
He continued, "Do you want to play?" Rob was a sophomore, a year younger than me. He was also shorter, maybe 5'8", but had a much better build. I knew he'd played some sport in high school which required strength, like gymnastics or wrestling. And I'd seen him in the shower, so I knew he had a cute cock and a tight bubble butt. "I guess so," I replied, not wanting to appear too eager. "Come on in." I added. Rob slid past me into my room, and I closed and locked the room.
I got out a deck of cards. I noticed that Rob was not wearing a watch, so I took mine off and graciously said, "Jewelry doesn't count." I had already noted to myself that I had one more piece of clothing on than Rob had-- We both had shoes and socks, and pants and underwear of course. Rob had on a tight tee shirt over his well-defined chest. I had on a tee shirt, but had a work shirt over it.
I turned on my stereo, a nice jazz station. We sat on the rug, and I shuffled the cards. We cut the deck and Rob's jack beat my five, so he dealt first. I lost, his pair beat my king-high hand, so I took off a shoe. I dealt the second hand, which Rob lost. By then I had remembered the joint, which had gone out. I lit it up, took a couple of tokes, and passed it to Rob. Rob said, "Well, maybe a little"; he ended up smoking his share of that joint and much of the next one.
Rob dealt and I lost, his high pair beating my threes. I dealt, and my straight beat his pair of aces. Both of our shoes were gone. Rob said he had to take a piss, so he got up, unlocked the door, and left. While he was gone, I got out my camera and checked that it had film. I set it down discretely on a shelf. Rob came back into the room, locked the door, and settled himself back down on the rug. He picked up the cards and dealt himself a straight. Off came one of my socks.
I picked up the deck, and as I was shuffling, I asked, "What are we playing for?" Rob looked and me and asked, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, we've both seen each other naked in the shower, so it's not much of a prize winning strip poker. The winner should get something." "What do you want to play for?" Rob asked. "Something good, something worthwhile," I answered. "How about a blow job?" Rob blurted.
I didn't say anything for a moment, like I was thinking about it. Actually I knew the answer, since whether I won or lost the game, I won-- I'd either give a blow job to a cute guy, or get one from him! Before Rob could take back his suggestion, I said, "Okay. Loser sucks off the winner." I stuck out my hand and said, "Let's shake on it." Rob took my hand in his and we shook on it. He then added, with a smile, "And the loser swallows." That was the standard put-down of a girl, "I wonder if she swallows or spits it out?" I took his hand again, and shook it, and said, "You're on."
I dealt the cards, and my three nines beat Robs pair of tens and sixes. I commented, "I hope you like the taste of cum!" Rob said, "We'll see about that," and picked up the cards. Rob's smile faded, for he lost the hand he had dealt; my two pairs beat his one pair. For the next three hands, we each lost the hand we dealt, so we were both shoe-less and sock-less. "Even his feet are cute," I thought.
Rob dealt the next hand, and I smirked as I put down a full house. Rob took off his tee shirt, and I got my first look at his chest. It was more gorgeous than I had remembered. "You worked out a lot in high school," I said enviously. "Yes," he replied, "I wrestled, and our coach made us work out on the weight machines every day." "It looks good," I commented.
"Thanks," Rob said.
I dealt the next hand, and had nothing. Off came my shirt. Unlike Rob, however, I had my tee shirt underneath. By that time I think Rob was too stoned to notice that I had an unfair advantage. Rob fumbled as he picked up the cards to shuffle, confirming that he was quite stoned. Rob dealt, and my three queens beat his pairs of eights and fours. Rob stood up, and slowly stripped off his jeans, doing a parody of a strip-tease artiste as he slid them down his legs. Rob was wearing boring white underwear, but I saw a nice bulge and a slight tenting of his cock.
Rob sat down again, and I dealt. He won that hand, so I took off my tee shirt. I had played tennis and hand ball in high school, so I had some muscles, but nothing like the vee-shape Rob had. I saw Rob looking at my chest, and hoped he appreciated it. As Rob dealt the cards, he exclaimed, "This could be it!"
Rob picked up his hand, and I saw him looking a little sick. I had three kings, so I was not too worried. I took two cards, both fives. Rob took four cards, showing me his ace, then laid down his hand, ace-high nothing.
He took hold of his underwear, and, still seated, slid them off. "I guess I lost," he said.
"I still have clothing on," I remarked. "But I don't have anything to take off!" Rob insisted. I leaned forward, and took hold of a clump of his pubic hairs. "You have this to take off," I insisted. I added, "How about if we keep playing until I'm naked? If you lose a hand, then I get to take off your crotch hair!" Rob must have been really wasted, because he quickly said, "Okay. If I lose again, you get to take it off. Take it all off!"
I dealt the next hand, and my pair of twos lost to Rob's pair of tens. I stood up. Rob seemed to be watching my every move as I took of my jeans, exposing my slightly hard cock through my red bikini underwear. Rob dealt the next hand, and his pair of sixes lost to my three fours. Rob looked down at his crotch and said, "Goodbye, hairs!" We both cracked up.
I picked up the deck to deal and commented, "You better hope I lose this hand. Who knows what comes off next?" I reached over and hefted his balls in my hand. "These?" I suggested. I dealt the cards and knew we'd never know-- I had a ten-high hand of garbage. My three new cards scarcely helped; I now had jack-high garbage. Rob showed me his four eights, not that it really mattered. Off came my underwear.
"Let's get started!" I said. "First you blow me, then I'll shave you." I stood up, then sat down in the easy chair where I'd been reading but a short hour ago. I spread my legs. Rob knelt at my feet and reached up to grasp my cock. He bent over it and stuck it in his mouth and sucked up and down a few times as it hardened. "Less teeth," I ordered. Rob complied, and I leaned back to enjoy myself. I surmised that Rob had never given a blow job before, but had probably gotten a few; he always seemed to have a different girl staying over on weekends. He ran his tongue over the head of my cock, and I purred appreciatively.
Rob reached up and started playing with my balls. "How about sucking on them?" I asked. Rob took my cock out of his mouth, and carefully popped one of my balls in. He ran his tongue over and around my ball, and I could feel the pre-cum starting to leak. Rob tried to put the other ball in his mouth.
I have large balls, so they both wouldn't fit. Rob spent a few enjoyable minutes (enjoyable for me, although the way his cock had hardened up when he first started sucking mine, it looked like Rob was also enjoying it) alternately sucking on my right and left balls.
Finally he stuck my cock back into his mouth and continued sucking. I felt myself getting close, and straightened up. I started breathing heavily, and began spurting gobs of cum into Rob's mouth. He kept his word, and swallowed as quickly as he could. I cum quite a lot, so he was losing ground, so to speak. Cum started running down his chin. Finally I was easing up, and he could catch his breath. He took my cock out of his mouth and I commented, "You missed some, on your chin." Rob rubbed his hand over his chin, and looked at the my cum in it. He stuck his hand to his mouth and licked it off. Rob noticed that my cock was still leaking, so he bent over it and licked. Finally I was spent. Rob sat back, on his heels, and looked at me.
I stood up, grabbed a towel, and laid it on the bed. "Why don't you lay on this, face down?" I suggested. Rob laid down, and I took hold of his legs and spread them apart. I smacked Rob's ass and commanded, "Raise your ass."
Rob bent his knees slightly and stuck up his ass. I quickly grabbed the camera which I had so thoughtfully gotten out, and snapped off a couple of shots, "For posterity," I remarked.
I picked up a razor from my bathroom stuff, and started shaving Rob's ass crack. I have some plants in my room, so I always have a pitcher of water handy. I used it to rinse off the razor as I removed all of the hairs from Rob's ass. I continued working the razor around Rob's ass, until his cheeks were completely smooth.
I worked my way downward, toward Rob's balls, carefully removing every trace of hair from his perineum. I also removed the slight tuft of hair that started at the top of his ass and spread a couple of inches up his back.
When I was done, I picked up some skin lotion, and rubbed it into Rob's skin. I ran my hand around and around his hole, closer and closer, although I didn't penetrate him. "There's time for that later," I thought. I picked up the camera and took a couple of more shots of Rob's now-denuded ass.
I smacked Rob's ass, and said, "Turn over." Rob turned over, and I found myself staring at his rock-hard cock. It was on the small side, maybe 5" long, but nicely formed and with a very pretty head, the perfect size for sucking on. "I guess being shaved turns you on," I commented. "Or else getting to suck off a stud like me does." Rob didn't say anything, he just tightened his hips and thrust his cock at me. I said, "Just a minute," and took a couple of close-ups of his hairy cock and balls, then stepped back and took some more of his entire body lying there. "Just to show that you once had har!" I remarked.
I had thought about shaving Rob's chest, but decided that the few hairs around his tits and between them made it hardly worth it. Instead, I set down the camera, and took hold of Rob's cock. I bent it down sharply. "I need this out of the way," I remarked, as I worked the razor through the thatch of pubic hair. It was quite dense. I would have been better starting with a pair of scissors, but I was too lazy, or too stoned, to stop what I was doing. After quite a few strokes, carefully shaving only a small area at a time, Rob's pubes were gone.
I leaned over, put the razor on Rob's belly, just below his navel, and started shaving the trail that ran down to where his pubes had been. Rob had quite a bit more hair on his belly than I had first noticed, so it took several swipes to get his belly smooth. Rob's cock was still hard; indeed, a drop of pre-cum glistened at the tip.
I took hold of Rob's cock by the tip, and carefully shaved down the sides.
Boy do I like the look, and feel of a smooth cock. And the taste! I picked up Rob's balls, and hefted them in my hand. They were small, but hung loosely. I grabbed his sack above them, forcing them downward and tightening the skin. I must have been a little too enthusiastic, since Rob exclaimed in pain. "Sorry," I said, and loosened up a bit. Still keeping the skin taught, I carefully scraped off all traces of hair on his balls, and under them to where I'd left off from behind. I poured a bit of skin lotion into my hands, then massaged it into Rob's abdomen, and thighs-- anyplace I did not think I might soon be licking.
I stood back to admire my work. I then took some more pictures of Rob's smooth cock and balls. I then backed off to take some shots which got more of his body and showed off his chest.
Rob bent his head forward and looked at his hard, naked cock. "How about sucking me off?" he asked, "I did you, and I let you shave me." "Those were because you lost at poker," I reminded him. I also did not want to appear to be too eager to suck him off-- there was not way I was letting that stud off my bed without my having a taste of his cock and balls! I had a plan in mind, however ...
"Tell you what," I said, after a few seconds. "I'll suck you off," I continued, "If you let me fuck you." As I said this, I reached forward and placed my palm over the tip of Rob's cock, which by now had quite a bit of pre-cum pooling on it. I moved my palm in a circle over this sensitive area as I let Rob think about my proposition.
Rob's body seemed to answer for him as his hips thrust upward and his cock got harder still. "Okay," said Rob reluctantly, "You suck me off, and then you can fuck me." I needed no further invitation and knelt back down between Rob's legs. I swallowed Rob's cock down to the root. Boy do I love the feeling of rubbing my nose on a freshly mowed lawn-- make that belly! I leaned back slowly, letting his cock pull almost completely out of my mouth, before sucking it back in to the base. I did that several more times, before I pulled Rob's cock completely out of my mouth.
"What's up?" asked Rob. "I'll be right back," I said, getting up to get a jar of Vaseline from my closet. I knelt down again, and sucked on Rob's cock as I opened the jar. I took Rob's cock out of my mouth, and tongued down the underside until I reached his balls. I licked them several times, then slowly drew them both into my mouth. As I sucked on them and ran my tongue over and around them, I worked open the jar of Vaseline and put some on the fingers of one hand. I moved that hand to Rob's ass, and slowly circled one finger around his hole. Round, and round I moved it, circling closer and closer, and I continued sucking on Rob's balls. By then I had taken hold of Rob's cock with my other hand, and was working it up and down. As I felt Rob relax, I slowly eased my finger into his ass, with nary a bit of resistance.
That boy was ready for me!
I thrust my finger in further, and must have found that "sweet spot," because Rob gave a sudden shudder and lurched upward. I pulled my finger out slightly, then poked the right spot again. I took Rob's balls out of my mouth, and sat back to watch Rob's reaction as I poked, pulled out, poked, pulled out.
"I'm getting close," Rob gasped out, so I quickly bent forward and sucked Rob's cock in completely. Rob wasn't kidding, no sooner had I swallowed his cock and poked his prostate one more time, when Rob gave a heave, his balls tightened, and he started cumming into my mouth. I felt the first splash hit the back of my mouth, then a couple of more run down my tongue and into my throat. Rob started relaxing, spurted a couple of more times, then fell back, breathing heavily. "That was great," he managed to gasp out.
"Now it's my turn," I said, as I stood up. I grabbed a gob of Vaseline, and spread it onto my cock. This was pre-AIDS, so I did not worry about a condom. I picked up Rob's legs, and bent them back with one hand, as I positioned my cock just outside of Rob's hole with my other hand. "Ready?" I asked, as I leaned forward. He must have been, as my cock was swallowed up by Rob's asshole. I positioned Rob's feet over my shoulders, and leaned forward, bracing my hands on either side of Rob's body.
In and out I thrust, feeling and enjoying the tightness of Rob's virgin ass.
I was quite horny from the dope, and the shaving, and the blow job; scarcely five minutes passed before I felt myself ready to come. I quickened my pace, in and out, then with a gasp I thrust my hips forward and held myself deep into Rob as I came for the second time that evening. I leaned forward, resting my chest against Rob's still-heaving chest.
After a moment I pressed back from Rob, only to find my still-hard cock was tightly clenched by the muscles of Rob's ass! I looked down and saw a pool of fresh cum on Rob's belly above his own hard cock. "I guess you enjoyed getting fucked!" I remarked. "Well, I think I still like fucking girls better," he replied. "Although you gave me the best blow job I've ever had, even if you are a guy!"
Rob's asshole finally relaxed, and I eased my cock out. I handed Rob a towel and he sat up to wipe off his and my cum and the Vaseline from his ass. I wiped myself down, also. Rob reached for his underwear, and I said, "Just a minute, I want to take a couple of shots of you getting dressed." Rob obliged-- I got some nice shots of him pulling on his underwear, then his jeans, then him standing there looking very studly as he pulled his tee shirt back over his head. I pulled on a robe, since I to go brush my teeth before going to bed.
Rob picked up his socks, and stuffed them into his shoes. As he moved toward the door of my room and started unlocking it, he turned to face me and said, "I hope you don't tell anyone about this." "I never kiss and tell," I replied with a grin, "And besides, you seemed to enjoy it so I hope we can do it again some time, even if you do like girls better." Actually I did get to shave him three more times before I graduated, and we had sex a couple of times besides that.
Ron opened the door, and turned to say good night. As he left, I saw Frank, another fraternity brother, passing my door and staggering up the hall towards his room. As usual, if it was a week-end night, Frank would be drunk. If Frank noticed Rob carrying his shoes and socks, or me in my robe, he did not say anything. I said "Good night" to Rob, as he left my room. I closed the door, decided I could skip brushing my teeth this once, hung up my robe, and crawled into bed for a well-earned rest.