My name is Randy. At the time of this story, I was a nineteen year old college sophomore living in a dormitory at our state university. I was a typical, straight appearing college boy. Six feet and one hundred eighty-five pounds with brown hair and blue eyes. My friends thought that I was shy with girls, but I was actually very much into other guys, but also very much "in the closet." It was 1969, and all of my college friends were straight. A group of my friends from freshman year had pledged one of the fraternities. It was a relatively new frat that did not yet have an off campus house, and so the guys stayed in their old dorm rooms.
I did not choose to join with them for two basic reasons. One was that a large part of fraternity life involved activities with the sororities. I had no interest in girls and did not want to have to pretend. The second reason was that I had heard a lot about the initiations, and there seemed to be a lot of stripping and humiliating the pledges. Sometimes they were stripped to their underwear, and other times they were stripped completely naked.
I found these stories to be highly arousing, but that was just the problem. I knew that if I was forced to strip by these masculine young guys, my cock would become instantly erect, and I would be exposed as a homo. It would be so humiliating to be standing there naked in front of the fraternity brothers, and my fellow pledges, with a throbbing boner. I did not want anyone to find out that guys, and not girls made me hard. I could not let this happen, so I did not pledge.
My roommate Marty had joined the fraternity, but we remained friends. We were not super close, but we both enjoyed hanging out together, and were both big sports fans. Marty was not a good enough athlete to play varsity ball, but he was hyper active and loved to play in any game that he could find. We were both from New York and were big Yankee fans, although most of our friends were more into the New York Mets. Marty was short and kind of skinny, but he was in good shape and always running and playing. He was a cute kid, but I was not interested in him sexually.
One afternoon, I was laying in my bed reading a boring history book, when the door burst open to the sound of Marty laughing with a kid that I did not know. But I could tell at first glance, that I would like to get to know him a lot better.
"Randy," Marty said, as they entered the room.
"This is Joey. He is also from Brooklyn. (I was from Brooklyn, while Marty lived in the Bronx.) And Randy, you're going to love this. He is a big Yankee fan too."
I got up at greet Joey. We discovered that we were from different parts of Brooklyn, and had attended different high schools. Joey was a freshman who was pledging Marty's fraternity. He was very friendly and cute. I was instantly attracted to him. Joey was the kind of straight jock boy that really fueled my fantasies in high school, and now in college. He was eighteen, a year younger than me. He was about six feet tall and weighed one hundred sixty pounds or so.
Joey was a very hot looking Italian teen, with a cute smile that revealed a chipped front tooth. He was proud to admit that he had chipped it in a football game. Joey had green eyes and from what I could see, a very lean athletic body. Although he was an athlete, this was the late 1960s and he had grown his curly brown hair down past his shoulders and had bushy sideburns that outlined his handsome young face. Joey was also into "partying," drinking beer and experimenting with marijuana and other drugs. He did not seem like the fraternity type, but most of my dorm buddies were not typical frat boys either. They had joined primarily as a way to meet chicks.
He became a regular visitor to our room, and we usually sat together at the dining hall, with a group of friends. Marty's fraternity was the perfect one for Joey to join, as most of the guys were "heads" as well as "jocks." Joey had broken up with his high school girl friend Debbie, and was eager to find some female companionship. He often bragged to us, how Debbie loved to fuck and how he was in need of regular pussy.
As I spent more time with Joey, I found myself becoming more and more attracted to him. Whenever he talked to me, I found myself lost in his beautiful green eyes, and I sometimes felt that he knew I was staring at him, but he never mentioned it. His only possible acknowledgment of my looking, was his crooked little grin, like he knew something that he wasn't supposed to know. I become obsessed with Joey and jerked off when I could, imagining myself sucking his hard teen cock.
Joey was very competitive and proud of his athletic process. He was always bragging about how many sit ups he could do. One evening he bet my roommate Marty ten dollars that he could do one hundred sit ups. He whipped off his tee shirt and asked me to hold down his feet, while he did his sit ups. I gladly went down on the floor and held his ankles, while Joey put his hands behind his head to begin his task. From my vantage point on the floor, looking directly at Joey's bare upper body, he looked perfect to me.
I gazed up at his hard hairless chest, and saw his two baseball sized biceps flex as he began to strain to raise his torso during the exercise. I also noticed a surprisingly thick patch of hair in his armpits. I caught a whiff of his body scent, and wished that I could bury my nose in those hairy sexy pits. The rest of his upper body was smooth, and as he exerted himself, a thin layer of sweat formed on his torso, giving extra definition to his rock hard abdomen. I could see the washboard like ripples, as he continued the sit ups.
I noticed as he approached the fifty mark that his jeans had worked their way down toward his crotch and for the first time I detected a thin line of light brown hair that began an inch or so below his navel, and traveled down into his covered groin. My eyes took in as much as I could from this close vantage point to my sex idol's sweaty, half naked body. I was now looking at the outline of his soft cock in his jeans, and I longed to get up and breathe in his body scent and run my tongue along that bulge. My cock was stirring and hardening in my jeans.
Joey completed his hundred, while counting out loud and then did ten extra for good measure. He lay on the floor breathing very heavily and I released his ankles and playfully smacked him on his hard stomach to congratulate him. I could feel his sweat on my palm, and I did manage to run my fingers lightly over his hard stomach muscles.
Later that night, Marty and Joey were out with the guys, and I remained in my dorm room jerking off, thinking about how hot Joey had looked, and remembering the smell of his body, and getting a quick feel of his hard sweaty tummy. I shot my load as I imagined seeing and tasting Joey's cock.
Although Joey continued his daily regiment of sit ups and push ups, and playing ball as often as possible, he also loved to smoke pot. One warm Sunday afternoon, Joey returned to campus from a weekend at home with his family. He came into my room, looking for Marty. I was studying and told Joey that I did not know where Marty was. Joey said that it was Marty's bad luck as he had scored some outrageous hash and wanted to get stoned. He persuaded me to stop studying and to go to his room with him. It really did not take much persuading to be alone with Joey. I told him that I would up at his room in ten minutes.
I finished what I was doing, and was very nervous about going up to Joey's room, but I wanted to be there with him very much, and was soon knocking on his door. He yelled out to come in, and I entered the room. This was the first time that I had been up there, as he was usually down in our room. Joey had a single room, as his former roommate had flunked out, and the college did not assign anyone else to bunk with him.
But, what I saw when I entered his room made me silently gasp. Sexy, straight Joey had removed his jeans and shirt on this hot spring afternoon, and was wearing only a pair of white cotton gym shorts, and nothing else. I could not help from looking at his crotch; and I saw the outline of his cock hanging five or six inches down the right side of his gym shorts. As I averted my eyes from his dick, I looked around the room and saw the jeans and red shirt that he had been wearing minutes earlier in my room, laying in a pile on the floor near his bed, and on top of the pile were his sweat socks and the white briefs that he had been wearing. I wanted to study them for piss stains or stray pubic hairs, but I had to re focus on Joey, as he was speaking to me.
"Lock the door Randy."
I felt my heart beating rapidly and found my breath coming out in deep gasps. I thought he was going to ask me to suck him off right then. I stood there feeling my cock getting hard in my jeans, but I was frozen and did not know what to do. Joey gave me an exasperated look and walked past me to lock the door himself.
"You can't leave the door open if we are going to smoke this hash. The R. A. will bust us in a minute"
In my horny state, I had forgotten why Joey had invited me to his room. Joey told me that it was very "trippy" hash and that to really get into it, he would play the proper music. My eyes followed his sleek young body around the room as he put a Doors record on the stereo, and then proceeded to open a packet of aluminum foil that was on his dresser. Next, he opened a pocket knife, to cut off a slice of hash, to fill the bowl of his water pipe.
Joey was either unaware or playing dumb about the effect his mostly naked body was having on me. I knew that once I got stoned it would be very hard to control my feelings. He seemed so graceful as he attended to his tasks. I could see the lean sinewy muscles of his arms and chest flex as he moved his body. His chest and stomach were so toned and smooth and I focused on that thin line of light brown hair between his navel and the top of his shorts, that I had first detected while holding his legs during his sit ups. Shit, I wanted to touch and to taste boy's body so badly, and I really had to avoid staring at his big floppy dick bouncing around in his shorts as he moved. I was really high on Joey; even before taking my first toke.
We passed the plastic tube back and forth taking long hits of the very strong hashish. Joey started coughing and then laughing hysterically at his own plight. I laughed too but was focusing on his tight abdominal muscles dancing against his taut smooth skin while he coughed, and then laughed. We were soon very high as we finished the chunk in the pipe. I started to say something but Joey told me to be quiet and to get into the music on the stereo. He told me to close my eyes and feel the music in my body. I decided that I would rather watch Joey's bare body, and so I only partially closed my eyes, and could still secretly watch my idol's God like body.
I watched as Joey relaxed by stretching his bare back to the wall beside his bed. He leaned back and laced his hands behind his head, revealing his hairy arm pits, contrasting with his otherwise smooth upper torso. As he leaned back with his eyes closed, he began shaking his head and body in rhythm with the music of Jim Morrison and The Doors. I looked around his room as well, all with half closed eyes. I could see that the clothes that he was wearing earlier today were not the only dirty laundry laying around the room. Socks and underwear and t shirts were all tossed about. I thought that this is why he doesn't usually have company in his room.
But I was getting turned on by the smell of him. The dirty underwear and socks, and the faint smell coming from his slightly sweaty underarms were all combining with the hash to make me super horny, ready to do anything that I could to service this young straight stud. I was thoroughly enjoying observing Joey in my stoned state when I realized that the album side had ended. Joey opened his eyes and got up to take the needle off the record. He then sat on the empty bed that used to belong to his roommate, opposite me and looked me right in the eyes, through his own red stoned eyes. He looked serious, but he had a little smile, or perhaps you could call it a smirk on his face. I stared at his mouth waiting for him to speak.
"You know Randy, this is really cool. Good music, great smoke. But you know man, there is one thing missing that could make this all perfect. You know what that is, Randy?"
"What is that, Joey?", I asked.
He smiled broadly now and said one word
"Pussy"
Then he continued
"I need a fucking pussy to stick this in," as he grabbed his crotch. My eyes followed intently.
"Smoking dope makes me so fucking horny. Debbie and me used to fuck like animals when we scored good smoke. Man, I wish fucking Debbie was here right now to take care of this."
I watched as he took his right hand and adjusted his cock in his shorts. Was he getting hard? I watched him now grope himself and then saw that he was looking at me and that I was watching him feel himself up. He smiled broadly, but kept squeezing his now expanding cock inside of his shorts. As he looked at me with that same little smirk as before, he spoke in a very raspy, sexually charged voice.
"You know man. It has been three fuckin months since I got laid. That's too long for this guy. I need to fuck all the time, or...."
He paused and looked at me.
"Or, at least I need to have this cock sucked. Deb used to do a number on my big dick."
I was still watching Joey rub his expanding cock, when he stopped and stood up, and approached me on the other bed where I was sitting. I stared as his semi hard cock pressing against the material of his shorts. Joey stopped a foot or so in front of my face. I looked up and could not help but gaze hungrily at his barely covered cock.
He stood there and put his hands behind his back and subtly moved his pelvis closer to my face. Then he asked me a question.
"When did you last have some pussy Randy? I never hear you talking about tits and eating pussy, and you always stay in your room on Saturday night. What's your problem, guy? Don't you dig chicks? "
He took another step closer and his straining cock was only inches from my trembling lips.
"Tell me. Did you ever have your dick in a pussy? Or maybe you aren't even into pussy. Is that the deal with you?"
I didn't answer and he went on.
"Maybe you like something else besides pussy. I see the way you drool over me. I think that you are a faggot."
He pushed his now hard cock right up against my face for a second, and then he pulled back. I had my mouth open and I was licking my lips.
"I thought so," he said with a knowing smile. "You are a faggot and you are going to give me a blow job right now. Isn't that right?"
"Faggot," he added.
I said yes, and reached out to feel the hard cock that I had been dreaming of for the past few months.
"Don't fuck around with it. Suck it faggot," Joey spit out, as he backed off and stepped out of his shorts. He was now naked and hard and standing right in front of my face, saying the words that I had been waiting for.
"Blow me faggot!"
I only got a quick glance at his naked prick, before he shoved it down my throat. I opened wide as I felt him insert his hard cock deep into my mouth and I felt a gagging sensation coming over me, as he started to force it into my throat. But then he suddenly withdrew his cock from my face and I watched as it slapped up against his hard smooth tummy. I could see saliva and pre cum dripping off the fat juicy head. The shaft was magnificent, with thick veins pumping blood to make it stand and bounce against his young naked body. It looked to be about seven or eight thick inches, and it matched or exceeded all my expectations. His cock was as masculine and beautiful as he was.
As I looked up at him to see why he had removed his cock from my mouth, he took his big dick in his hand, and smacked my face with it two or three times. As his cock passed my mouth each time, I stuck my tongue out to try and catch the head back in my mouth, to suck some more.
He then pulled his cock completely away from my face and looked at me, sitting on the edge of the bed with my mouth hanging open and a hungry look on my face.
"Make sure that you understand this, queer boy. I'm no fag, and I am into fucking women, pussy, understand."
I silently listened.
"But I am so fuckin horny and I really need this blow job or I would never even fuck with a faggot. But you better keep your faggot mouth shut about this, or I swear, you will regret it. Got that faggot?"
He waited for my reply, while gently stroking his hard cock. I had no choice, and when I said yes, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his dick back into my mouth, and back into my throat. When I started to sputter and gag on his fat cock, he just laughed as I was choking on it.
"If you want to be a cocksucker, you have to learn how to suck big dick. Open your throat and take it."
I tried to adjust, but he kept fucking my face at a frantic pace. My eyes were tearing and I felt my nose dripping, but I was now able to accept his cock, as he fucked my face. My nose was being rubbed in his pubic hair and he cursed me the whole time he was fucking my throat.
"Suck my dick. Come on faggot, eat me, suck me. Yeah that's it... Oh, that's good. Take it cocksucker..."
Joey was horny and was not gentle with me. I had only sucked off two other guys before Joey, and it was nothing like this. The other times, I gently sucked the head of the cock and used my hand on the shaft while licking and sucking, till they shot their loads. It was not like that with Joey. Joey was using my mouth like it was Deb's cunt.I could feel the base of his cock grow even thicker against my tongue, and start to pulsate as he was getting closer to releasing his load.
"Suck it faggot. Suck my fucking dick. I'm gonna cum. Eat me. It's cummmming. Ohhh Ohhhh"
And then he grabbed the back of my head and sent the final thrust of his prick down my throat and started to shoot off. I couldn't taste his cum, as his dick was wedged too far back in my throat, but he then pulled out a ways and he shot the next bursts right into my mouth, and I could taste the pungent cum as it filled my mouth. After several shots, Joey's cock just rested in my mouth with his pubic hair pressed against my nose.
I loved feeling his now softening cock in my mouth, and smelling his pubes at the same time. Joey then backed off and removed it from my mouth. I was sitting on the edge of the bed with my hair matted down and saliva and cum dripping from my face. I was watching Joey's cock as it was still leaking post cum globs. I got up to lick one off, when Joey pushed my face away.
"Enough man. My dick gets real sensitive after I cum. Leave it alone. I need to relax now"
I felt that I was being dismissed, and so I stood up, and had to adjust my hard six inch cock in my jeans.
Joey noticed, and laughed.
"Looks like you really got excited, sucking my dick."
We both were looking at the bulge in my pants.
"Can I jerk off, Joey?", I asked as I reached down to grab my dick.
"Not in my room, faggot" Joey answered.
"I told you, I am not queer like you, and I don't want no faggot beating off on my floor. Do it in your own room."
I was so horny and even if Joey would not touch my cock, I would have loved to get off by just looking at his naked body, but he made it very clear that it would not happen. Joey then picked up his gym shorts off the floor and slipped them back on. I was frustrated but turned toward the door to leave the room to go jerk off.
"Where do you think you are going, like that?", Joey asked.
"Back to my room. You are done with me," I answered.
"You stupid bitch!", Joey snapped back at me.
"You can't walk out of my room with my cum smeared all over your face."
He was right. I was so horny and flustered by what had just happened, that I forgot what a mess my face was.
"Can I have a towel?", I asked.
Joey looked around the room, and only saw dirty clothes, and then I saw his wry somewhat sadistic smile come back to his face. He walked over to the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, and with his bare foot, kicked the jockey shorts that he had been wearing that day, over to near where I was standing.
I looked down to the soiled underwear, and asked,
"Don't you have something clean that I can use to clean up with?"
Joey acted like he was all pissed off at me again.
"You faggots are something else. First you want to suck my big dirty cock down your throat, then you fuckin eat my scum and swallow it. And now you tell me that my jockey's aren't clean enough to wipe your face with?"
He folded his arms and stared at me. I bent over and picked up his jockeys and wiped my face clean.
"That's better, faggot." He was now grinning at me again.
"One more thing, faggot"
I stood there with my head bowed down, waiting to see what he had in mind.
"Get down on your knees, boy. And now give my dick a good night kiss."
I was stoned and embarrassed, and yet still turned on by this teen angel/devil. I asked if we could skip this and just to let me go.
"If you leave without giving my cock a proper good night kiss, you will never suck it again."
He was smiling in his arrogant way. He knew that I was hooked on sucking his cock.
I was humiliated, but I dropped to my knees. He stood there looking down at me for a minute and then he stepped closer.
"Say thank you and give my cock a nice little good night kiss."
I looked at the bulge that his now flaccid cock was making in his shorts.
I mumbled a feeble, "Thank you."
"Louder," he commanded.
I spoke up.
"Thank you for letting me suck you."
"That's better faggot. Now give my cock a kiss."
I put my lips to his bulge and gave a little kiss. Joey laughed at my willingness to obey him. Then he pulled the waistband down to below his balls and presented his now soft cock to my mouth. I opened my mouth and took it back in and started to lick and suck it. After a couple of seconds, Joey pulled back out and raised his shorts again.
"I said a kiss. Not another blow job."
He turned around, and I got up on wobbly knees and made my way out the door. The dorm was mostly empty on this warm Sunday, and as I got back to my floor, I slipped right into the empty bathroom. I went into a stall, pulled down my pants and released my straining cock. I reached for a wad of toilet paper to catch my load in, and I began to whack away on my dick. Within three or four strokes, my cock began to spurt, and I shot off into and over the waiting paper, and I also hit my tee shirt and I reached the door of the stall. What a fantastic orgasm. I knew that I was hooked on Joey's cock.
I spent some time thinking about what had happened. Joey had gotten mean and abusive while I was giving him head. But he did love the blow job, and he fed me his sperm. He even got into putting me in my place by making me kneel down in front of him and kiss his cock, before I left. Actually the whole situation was a great turn on for me, and Joey knew that I would do anything to get to worship his cock, and he was getting into the power that he had over me.
Nothing really changed in the weeks following the blow job. Except that when Joey was in a group of other guys with me, he would sometimes catch my eyes on his crotch. He would casually reach down and adjust his cock and give me a little smirk. But I kept waiting for another chance to suck his cock. Joey had been dating a couple of different sorority chicks and was out of the dorm a lot, and I had no chance to be alone with him.
I was getting very frustrated, and a couple of weeks went by, before I decided to go up to his room. He had told us not to bother him that night, as he was staying up late to prepare for his chemistry final. I wanted another taste of his cock, and went to his room. After he saw who came in, he pretty much ignored me and went back to his books, and saying that he was really busy. I asked if he needed a break. He asked what I meant.
I got up the courage and said, "I'd like to suck you off again, Joey."
"You what?", he shouted as he threw the book down on his desk.
"Come here," he ordered.
I stood near his desk to see what he wanted.
"I told you. I am not a fag like you. I was horny and stoned and you gave me a blow job. It happened, but you can't come sniffing around here whenever you are hungry for cock. I am not your fag boyfriend. I like girls, pussy. Got it?"
I stood there while Joey yelled at me, like a teacher or a parent reprimanding a disobedient child. When he was through, he picked up his book and ignored me. I said that I was sorry and turned to leave, when I heard him speak.
"Listen Randy. I'm sorry if I came down so hard on you. You are a good guy."
And then he broke out into his charming smile and said,
"And a real good cocksucker too. Now get out of here and let me study."
I smiled back at him and left. I thought, maybe not today, but he might need a blow job some other time, and he knew that I was available whenever he wanted it.
I did get to blow Joey again, and a few of his straight buddies from high school too. Please let me know if you want me to continue this story. All comments are welcome at SykQuinn@aol.com