Joey cried a little when he was back in his dorm room. Since he had started the year as a varsity athlete, he had a single, so he didn't have to explain anything to a roommate. The whole situation was more than a bit overwhelming to him: the idea that there were guys on campus who were serving as "boys" to rich men was new to him. He knew that gay guys oogled him, and he had smiled a bit when it happened, and he HAD been propositioned at the gym a few times, but those propositions always involved guys wanting to blow him, or to have him fuck them. The situation with Bill was different. He sat down, feeling the dildo inside of him. Until all of this had happened, if a guy had suggested to him that they do what he and Bill had done this weekend, he would have slugged them, no question about it. He remembered his father's warning "don't let those FAGS touch you Joey. They'll go ape shit for a jock like you. Just don't do it. Hit first, ask questions later." He had done this because his college life was at risk, and his father's anger would have been MUCH worse . But now, what did he say? What could he say? That he was going to trade his ass for tuition?
The truth was, he was scared to death of being fucked. He HAD looked at videos after Adam told him about what he did . It looked like it hurt. It looked humiliating. And yet... Bill had been such a great guy. He hadn't pushed Joey too hard, and , well, Joey didn't know where the feelings he had for the man were coming from, but he felt SOMETHING. In fact, he missed Bill so much already, that he called.
"Hello?" came the voice on the other end "Hi. Mr. Scott. It's Joey. Did I disturb you?" 'ANGEL BOY. How are you? You know, I was just thinking about you and smiling. How's it feel to be back on college." "It sucks sir. Being with you was much more fun." "AW Joey, that's sweet. You can come back you know." "I can? Can I come back tonight?" Bill laughed "Well, no, not tonight. But this Friday. Maybe Thursday, let's see. You have class on Fridays, I know, and I don't want you missing them." Joey took a breath. "I understand Sir. I just kinda hate school" "I know you do Joey, and we're gonna try to fix that. I think you hate school because you fell too far behind, and because you felt people had an advantage you didn't. You're right about the second half. Here's some advice: try to ignore it." "How Sir? " "By being better than they are. Joey babe, when we talked about your English assignment, you GOT what was going on. You're a lot smarter than you think you are." Joey was blushing "You think so Sir?" "No, I KNOW so. And that's why I want you to work, HARD on your classes this week. I know you have a physics test coming up. Now, physics is not my best subject by any stretch of the imagination, but you know what you're gonna do?" "No Sir, what?" "You're gonna call your father for help." "MY FATHER? Sir, he didn't go to college." Bill laughed. "Joey, open up your text book, and look at the pictures. Do they look like things your father works with?" "Yes sir, they do." "Ok, what you're gonna do is, you're gonna call him, you're gonna read him the problems. He's not gonna know the formulas: you have to memorize those. But he's gonna tell you how HE would do it, and then you're gonna translate." "I see Sir. " "Now, Italian. both of your folks speak Italian, you told me." "Yes sir, they do." "Well... do I have to tell you how to handle that?" "Oh. Call mom and ask her if we can speak Italian." "You got it angel boy. And you're gonna report to me EVERY DAY. Not just on the progress of your kit, but on your studies. I wanna know what your homework is, and what you've done. EVERY DAY." "Yes sir. About the kit.." "Uh huh." "Can I switch from the one you put in to the next one? I don't even know this one is in me." Joey didn't see the fist pump from Bill. "Yes, move up to the next one. We'll talk tomorrow about what next. Ok?" "Ok Sir. I miss you. Thanks for everything." There was silence for a minute. "Joey, do you have a PC?" "Yes sir. I do homework on it. " "I'm not really good with this social media stuff, but why don't we face time tomorrow?" "REALLY? You'd do that for me?" "I would. What time is your last class?" "Monday, 4:30 Sir. That's when it ends. " "Ok. How about we set a date for 5pm tomorrow? That way, you can get to dinner and still get a good night's sleep." "It won't be as good as it was in your bed Sir." "Angel boy, you are making me blush, and you're making me hard." "I'm hard now myself Sir." "Well, go and take care of it. And then pull out your books and get to work." "Ok sir. I'll make you proud."
And indeed, after they got off the phone, Joey pulled out one of the dirty handkerchiefs from the weekend, and jerked off. He jerked so hard, that some of it missed the hankie. He smiled at that. He had been thinking about how Bill had worked with his nipples. He tried to duplicate it, and it wasn't as good, but it worked. Then he pulled the dildo out of his butt. Bill had taught him how to soak it, so he filled his little sink with warm water, and some soap, and left it there. Then, he pulled out the 4.5 inch one, lubed it, and hesitated. Bill had put in the first one. Could he do this himself? He sighed, took a deep breath, and bent over. His gymnastic flexibility was a help, and he started pushing it in. His butt resisted, so he got more lube on it. When it still resisted, he took another deep breath, covered his finger, and pushed some more lube inside of him. After that, he slid it in easily. He knew it was bigger than the first one, but it worked. He cleaned up his hands, got dressed, and went out to get some dinner from the cafeteria. He knew that the gymnastics team usually ate at one of the local restaurants on Sunday night, but he wanted to be with himself tonight. He headed to the cafeteria with the textbook for his history class. It was a class on modern Europe. As he read, and ate his chicken, he realized: "I can do this. I understand this stuff! " He'd go back and re-read a section if it were difficult the first time, but he was getting it. HE WAS GETTING IT!
Next day in class, he raised his hand for the first time that semester. The professor looked at him. "JOEY. Welcome to class. Now, I'm really eager to hear what you have to say, because to be honest, I don't even know what your voice sounds like." The rest of the day went like that. The care, and the affection that Bill had lavished on him, made him think he was actually as good as anyone else in the class. He remembered that a few times that day: a man who could have had any other boy , wanted him. Now he had to earn that admiration. He looked forward to the face time date.
"Hey Mr. Scott. How was your day?" Joey was trying to be coy, but Bill was not wearing a shirt for the call, and Joey remembered how good that hair had felt against him. "it was a good one angel boy. Did your classes go well?" "SIR. I raised my hand. The teachers said I had good questions, and I made good points. " Bill clapped his hands. "You SEE Joey? I told you you could do it. Now keep doing it." "Yes Sir, I don't want to disappoint you. And I've got the 4.5 plug in me. " "How is it Joey boy?" "It's fine Sir. I should have practiced putting it in myself, but it's good. " "You ready to step it up tonight?" "Yes Sir, I think so. " "Ok, why don't you try this? Go up to the 5.5 and try that. If it hurts, stop right away. Maybe you can do it faster." "If I do it faster, can I come over on Thursday Sir?" BIll laughed. "We'll see Joey. What time is your first class on Friday morning? "11 Sir." "Hmmm. It could work. Let's see. You keep me posted, and you send me a list of your assignments. I'll let you know on Wednesday night. Best I can do , young man. " "Sir, I played with my nips last night. It was good, but not as good as when you did it." "Well, I'll do it again Joey, but you have to keep up with your work." "Yes sir." "Ok. Talk tomorrow?" "Yes sir. Still miss you." "Miss you too Joey. Doing anything interesting tonight?" "Dinner with Adam Sir." "GOOD. You can tell him everything. Tell him I said hello. He and Kevin and you and I may have brunch together this weekend." "That would be fun Sir. "
Joey got off the computer, and pulled out the dildo kit. He gulped. The 5.5 inch one looked so much bigger than the 4 incher he started with. "Bill told me not to do it if it hurt, so..." He did exactly what he did the night before, with the 4.5 inch one. Surprisingly, he had no trouble. It slipped in with no trouble. The sensation, however, set off his prostate. He had to jerk before dinner. No question about it. This one was gonna keep him horny all night.
"So , how did your weekend go, Joey?" "Adam, it was great. Bill's a great guy." "He is, isn't he? I figured that since he was a gymnast, you guys would get along. Other boys said he was "strict, but fair." Sounds like a chem professor, huh?" "Excuse me Adam. Other boys?" "Joey, you don't think you're his first do you?" "Well, no, but..." "Joey, he's not seeing another boy when he's not seeing you. He's just asked for other interested guys before. " He paused. "I thought you'd be good for him, because he needed someone who wasn't going to shit on him." "SHIT ON HIM? Who did that? I'll fuck him up good." Adam laughed. "Easy Joey, easy. Bill can take care of himself, and he has. He's had other boys who made him promises, and broke them. The fucking thing, for example. He's quite adamant about that. I hope you're practicing." Joey blushed. "Yeah, I am. You mean other guys promised and then.." "No, they didn't . One guy got one good shot in before Bill beat the shit out of him. You remember when quarterback Chuck couldn't compete for a few weeks?" "CHUCK? NO WAY. " "Oh yeah. He tried to flip Bill and fuck him. Figured he was just an old fag gymnast. BIG mistake." "And Bill beat the shit out of him?" "KICKED the shit out of him would be better. Broke three ribs. No one could tell the truth about how it happened because Chuck, well, he's a big man on campus." "But, he doesn't need the money. Why? " Adam sighed. "Joey, sometimes, guys do it because it's easier, or because they like older men, and sometimes they just wanna make money. I'll be honest. Bill is really looking for someone who he can top and dominate, and who'll stay with him forever." Joey didn't say anything. He just thought about his dreams.
""Hey Sir. Joey here." "Angel boy. How goes it." "Fine Sir. Know what?" "What's that Joey?" "I slipped the 6.5 in today. " "JOEY. You skipped two grades . What a brilliant young man!" Joey blushed. "Thank you Sir. I have to say, 5.5 was easy, and 6.5 was hard. I didn't think I could do it." "Well, how did you do it then?" Joey paused. "I'm gonna get emotional Sir. I thought about you. I thought about how good I feel in your arms. I thought about the promise I made to you. And how much I wanna come back." There was a pause on Bill's end of the phone. "Joey, if I drive by Thursday night , do you promise that you're gonna bring your textbooks and very little else? Just some underwear? And do you promise you're gonna study at my place?" "Yes Sir." Then there was another pause. "And are you gonna let me fuck you this weekend?" Joey gulped before he answered. His mouth was dry. "Yes sir."
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Bill had Joey change into the last outfit they picked: a cream colored buttondown, and blue khakis. "He looks stunning" Bill whispered to himself when Joey came out of the dressing room. The salesman had heard him "Yes, he does. And he's very lucky to have you Mr. Scott." "We'll do shoes on the weekend Joey, but this is your wardrobe... for now." "FOR NOW SIR" "Oh yes, this is not complete. We'll get you more. But baby steps. Now, dinner. I'm hungry."
When they sat down, Bill gave Joey a menu. "Now, most of this is in French, which I know you haven't studied, and that's too bad, because I'd test you. " He grinned "this weekend, you ARE going to have to prove yourself in Italian, but for now... I can go through the menu, but tell the truth: you want a steak and fries." Joey grinned. "My mouth is already watering." Bill smiled. "So is mine." Joey blushed at that. Bill was wearing a blue and white striped shirt, open at the collar. "Can I ask for a favor Sir?" "Sure." "Can you open another button on your shirt, so I can see your chest hair." Bill blushed. "See what you did, young man?" He pulled Joey's hand to his crotch. "Here we go Don't puddle under the table." Joey almost spat out some water when he said that.
Bill had the steak frites too. "No Joey, no ketchup in a French restaurant. That insults the chef. But... " Bill called over the waiter and, in very rapid French, asked for a side of aioli. When it came back, Joey looked at it. "What is it? Mayonnaise?" "It's close. He dipped his finger in it, and put it to Joey's mouth. Joey took his finger, and smiled because he wouldn't let go right away.
"It's tasty Sir. So is the white stuff." "You know Joey, you could probably teach a class on flirting." "Sir, I swear. I only do this with you. I love teasing you." Bill smiled. "I love it too." Joey's face went dark for a minute. "Is tonight.." "No Joey. Not tonight. This weekend."
For dessert, Bill had them share a plate of profiteroles. "Geez, Sir. These are like cream puffs with a college education." "That's sort of right Joey." He smiled. "Kind of like you. My cream puff with a college education." "What do you mean Sir?" "Well, no question you're filled with cream, but you're soft as can be on the inside. You've got this hard, almost brittle outside, but if someone knows how to break through it, they get to all the good stuff you're hiding."
Joey looked at him for a minute. Bill held his gaze. "Why did you pick me Sir?" Bill smiled. "Let's have some after dinner drinks for that one Joey." When their brandy came, Bill sighed. "I like younger men, can't lie about that. And living in a university town, no end of possibilities." He paused. "But the good looking ones always have an agenda. They're gold diggers, or they have no heart, blah blah blah."
Joey was thinking that it sounded like his father talking about women. "But Adam had told Kevin about you, and Kevin and I go back a long, LONG way. Adam had told him that , frankly, a lot of the team shat on you because you didn't come from 'the right people' and that you tried, and you tried your best, and no one would give you a break. So, I said that if you were handsome, and willing, I'd give it a try. That's why you had to take those pictures . And to be honest, I was perfectly ready to send you home after one night, if things didn't work. But Joey, angel boy, you tried everything. You were, for lack of a better word, HONORABLE. Your folks raised you right. You made a commitment, and you kept it. And you know what? I think along the way, you began to like it, maybe a little?"
"No Sir. I like it a lot. A WHOLE lot." Bill smiled. "So, that's why I picked you, and why I asked you to come back. Does that help?" "It does Sir. " He paused. "You sure we have to wait for the weekend?" Bill looked at him. "Is that you talking, or is it the alcohol?"
"Maybe a bit of both." "Tell you what Joey. We'll try tonight. We'll go real slow. The minute it hurts too much, you tell me. And we'll stop And I won't send you home. " "Let's go home Sir."
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They were silent on the way home. Joey knew he was going someplace he had never thought he'd go, and he was processing it. Bill respected that need for introspection. When they got to Bill's house, he said "I'll get the bags tomorrow morning. For now, grab your books. I'll get your gym bag. That's all you'll need tonight."
They moved Joey's books into the library, and the gym bag into the bedroom. Joey began taking off his shirt, and Bill smiled. "No no. We're gonna do this right. Button up that shirt and go sit on the sofa."
"Yes sir." Joey was confused. It sounded like Bill wanted to be romantic, and he didn't think fucking involved that.
Bill came out, sat down next to him, and put his right leg over Joey's left. Then he slid his hand down inside Joey's shirt and found a nip. He kissed Joey's ear and whispered "so you like what I do to your nipples?" "Yes sir... OOOOOH. You make them feel so good." They both saw Joey's cock growing in the pants. Bill slipped open another one of Joey's shirt buttons, and he moved his mouth to a nip.
"OOOOH GOD SIR. OOOOOOH. I couldn't do this to myself. OOOOOOH.. " BIll smiled but didn't say anything. He covered Joey's lips with his mouth and pushed in his tongue. Joey was much more receptive than the week before, and he wrapped his arms around Bill . He whispered "take me daddy. TAKE ME." Bill laughed. "Surfing the internet again, huh angel boy?"
"Yes sir." "I'm gonna take you . NOW we can go to the bedroom. But you're gonna follow MY lead, and MY instructions. "Yes sir. I will. " Get undressed. Buck naked. Then pose prisoner style for me. " "Yes sir. Joey did what he was told, and locked his hands behind his head, with his legs spread. His cock shot out in front of him. Bill dropped his voice to a whisper "Nice.. VERY VERY Nice.. He ran his hands over Joey's torso. He whispered. "At some point, I'm gonna tickle the shit out of those pits." "FUCK." said Joey, and that got a slap to his ass. "THE ONLY ANSWER I'LL ACCEPT IS YES SIR."
"on the bed. On your back." "Yes sir." Bill saw that Joey still had the largest dildo in him. "You sat through that car ride, and dinner with this in you? " "Yes sir. I put it in this morning. Didn't take it out unless, well.." Bill got undressed and climbed on top of him. "Joey, you're a trooper... He kissed his forehead, then kissed his whole body in a line, down to his balls. He took each ball in his mouth one at a time. "OOOH GOD. OOOH SIR. " Then, Bill picked up a jar of lubricant. "Ok, this is gonna be a little bit cold, but you'll need it tonight angel boy." He lubed up a finger, and slid it into Joey. The boy gasped, but took it greedily. Bill followed with a second one. "You good Joey?" "Yes Sir. They're not as thick as the dildos." He saw Bill smile, and then saw him rip open a condom. He saw Bill slip it onto his cock. "Ok, Joey. Tell me if this hurts. I'll stop at any time it does. Do you trust me?" "Yes Sir. I do. I wanna try this. I wanna try this SO BAD." "Me too angel boy. Me too." Bill began sliding in. He saw Joey close his eyes. His face wasn't contorted. It was, almost angelic. "OH YEAH. SO GOOD." came out of Joey's mouth, and Bill pushed in further. 'WOW. OH WOW. JUST FUCKING WOW SIR." Bill smiled. "You have no idea how much you just stroked my ego.." He pushed forward and this time, Joey gritted his teeth. "Should I stop, sweetie?" "No sir. Just let me get my breath." Bill froze until Joey said "Ok Sir. More please." He slid in further, and soon, he was all the way in. "How do you feel Joey?" "JUST FINE SIR" "Okay, I'm gonna start sliding. Just go with it. I think you'll be happy. I know I'll be." Bill had experience with young men , but he had never fucked a young one who seemed to enjoy it so much. Joey was smiling and making kissy gestures toward him. "You like this Joey?" "HELL YEAH SIR. HARDER. TAKE ME HARDER. " Bill obliged, pushing and ramming it into Joey who looked at him and grinned. "that all you got, stud?" Bill tickled his ribs. "I'm gonna have to edit your choice of films. That one is twenty years old.. But for now, grab your cock Joey. Jerk off for me while I'm doing you. THANK YOU SIR. YES SIR." Joey began stroking and soon, he was moaning. "I had a cat who made noises like that," thought Bill. Then he began pumping faster. He was close. REAL close. "OH YES YES YES YES ANGEL BOY YES." He began shooting into the condom. He could feel that he was overloading it, and pulled out. He shot the rest of it on Joey's chest, just as Joey climaxed. Bill fell on top of him and kissed him. "Joey babe, let me tell you something," He began stroking Joey's hair. "You may very well have dozens of men in your life. I hope not, but you may. But remember: there's only one man who took you first, and that's me. And I'll always be able to make that claim." Joey whispered into his ear. "I'm so glad it was you Sir. I'm so glad I talked you into tonight." Bill looked at Joey and kissed him. "Let me be clear, you sexy beast. We'll do more of this , this weekend. But you WILL study, and if you don't, it won't be a play spanking. "
"Yes sir. I understand." "Now, how about we get some sleep? We have to get up tomorrow. I gotta get you to class - NO, you don't get to cut class because you lost your virginity - and I have to work. But I'll pick you up after class, and we'll start the weekend. "
"Yes sir. Can I sleep on your chest tonight." Bill smiled. "Sure angel boy."