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Sophomore Year #1
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Thanks for a new episode. I always enjoy another TJ story. You've done such a great job developing the TJ character that I've become fond of him. He's not overdone and is very real, with a kind of geeky character and quirks and weaknesses that you've kept consistent through the series. I like his combination of being worldly wise about some parts of life and naive about others, loving sex and always horny. His combined pride and anxiety about his long dick is endearing and amusing.
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This saga from the beginning has been proof that you don't need to be at the top of the New York Times Bestsellers list to be a better read than anybody on there 
Brilliantly polished, fresh, and entertaining work as always, Spike! I'll be keeping a sharp lookout for the next installment!
Brilliantly polished, fresh, and entertaining work as always, Spike! I'll be keeping a sharp lookout for the next installment!2008spike
Sex God
Thank you so much!!
2008spike
Sex God
Since I had been a sophomore at BU for like a month now, I felt like I owned the place. I knew BU. I knew Boston.
As a Freshmen, I'd been totally clueless. Of course!
Now, in my second year, I knew it all. It was time to start acting like an upper classman. Well sort of. Mostly, I was just a kid in a candy store. And for sure, when it came to important college activity, like sex in public, for example, I was definitely over my head. An amateur trying to find his way, in a group of professionals.
But, my brain forgot to mention this to my dick.
Onward.
So, after practically an entire year here at BU, I was getting to know what I needed to know to get by. I knew the streets around the university so I could make my way to class since we didn't really have much of an actual campus. I knew the running paths along both sides of the Charles—as a member of the track team, this tended to be pretty important. And, since I sort of liked to eat, I sort of knew the restaurants in the area of Allston and Brighton, plus a few in Brookline and in Back Bay too (not that I could actually afford to go to either of those fancier parts of town very often).
When it came to hooking up, I was getting to know all the good secret spots around the U where I could find good looking guys.
As usual, my dick didn't particularly care how public or how safe or how filthy the place was. Just so it's very simple needs got met. When my dick had these little internal debates with my brain, it was obvious who would win. Once I'd seen cops walking into a particularly skeevy bathroom just as I was about to shoot a huge load into a very nice Brazilian boy who was sucking me off.
My weenie got soft in like a nanosecond. And I almost fainted as all the blood rushed out of it and back into my body. But, I was back in that same disgusting men's room like three days later, praying that Mr. Brazil would show up again and finish what he started. After waiting around like two hours (well, maybe just 90 minutes, actually), I finally left since I had to study for a mid-term. And I took like a half hour shower that night, trying to scrub off the grime I was sure I'd collected after waiting in that bathroom.
But, of course my dick dragged me back again. I can't believe I didn't catch scurvy, or cholera, or malaria or something.
When I had a few hours between classes and didn't have to sweat through some big paper, I'd grown pretty fond of one particular bathroom in the basement of the divinity building. It was dirty too, but somehow knowing that Godly things were happening upstairs made up for it. That john was pretty notorious for guys taking religion classes to hang out, usually without their collars though. There were little holes behind the toilet paper things (probably created by male students, not the man upstairs). The holes were just big enough so that you could see through to the next stall if you moved the paper dispenser out of the way. Unfortunately, the little spaces in the walls of the stalls had sharp edges, and if you weren't careful, you cock could be cut to shreds.
I don't think the BU janitorial staff had actually set foot into the basement bathroom since sometime in the 1970's. Maybe they thought God would clean up, I don't know.
Anyway, the place was sort of crude and holy and smelly and exciting all at the same time! I became a regular.
And there was another men's room that my dick was fond of too. It was up on the second floor of the Student Union and it had bigger holes between a few of the stalls. You could actually get your entire dick sucked without worrying about gangrene. Or, if one was so inclined, you could suck somebody else's dick.
Generally I was so inclined, but I still found it a little weird to have a dick in my throat where I had no idea what the guy on the other side of the wall looked like. So I only sucked the nice looking dicks, not the ones that looked a little funny.
The student union bathrooms were a tiny bit cleaner, but they were a little on the dangerous side. There were constantly guys coming in to just use the bathroom while just a few of us were there for alternative purposes.
Come on!
On the other hand, my brain reminded me that most of the guys who came in and out of that particular men's room must have known exactly what they were getting themselves into. I mean, how could you not? Some guys who were way braver than me wouldn't even stop giving head when somebody fresh walked in; they just keep sucking away.
Still, despite all the risks, and all the crazy smells, the bathrooms at BU were always good for a quick tug when I had time. I suppose that I could have jerked myself off back in my dorm room when Alan wasn't around. But what fun would that have been?
I remember one time a guy with red hair and an extremely long and extremely white dick actually crawled under the wall of the stall to come into mine. It was a total turn-on to be actually seeing the entire guy and still be in a public bathroom! The guy also had extremely red pubic hair, by the way. Anyway, once he got into my stall, what we figured out was that one of us had to sort of crouch down on the toilet seat so that if somebody was looking under the wall of our stall they wouldn't be able to see two people, that there wouldn't be able to see two sets of feet on the ground. In case somebody came into the head and they decided to count feet, of course.
Who does that?
So even though I absolutely, positively had to get off, I couldn't. It was just too exciting and too scary all at once. This particular guy was new and I hadn't seen him around campus before. And, he was kind of hot, you know, in a red-headed Irish guy sort of way.
My brain started to hum 'Oh Danny boy' as he was sucking on my Johnson with his red Irish lips. And then, for maybe the first time in history, my brain won. My dick doesn't lose many, but that day was not my day. In the end, his dick was probably just too white and his pubes were probably just too shocking red. The whole Irish thing just sort of distracted me. His handsome green eyes looked a little sad when I started to get soft. I had been hard at first—all eight and a third inches practically poking a hole in the back of the poor guy's Irish throat, but then.....disaster struck and I completely lost my boner.
I pulled up my jeans, picked my backpack off of the dirty floor and headed back out into the real world. I'm sure I was as red as him when I closed the stall door behind me.
A few days later I bumped into him in the line at Starbuck's on Comm Ave. I wasn't exactly sure what the right thing to say was. But I was still embarrassed so I apologized. He looked at me like he didn't recognize me and said nothing. He ordered a non-fat latte with a dash of hazel nut.
Hmm, I wonder if that was code for something.
After bumping into him a couple more times walking between classes, and having him continue to totally ignore me and totally give me attitude, I finally started to catch on. Oh! So that's how this game goes. All right then. I could play along with the 'I never saw you before' game too.
All the same, I made a personal note that if I found him in a campus bathroom again, I would give him the best blow job of his life. Not matter if the campus cops were banging the dammed door down while I did. Of course, I'd have to close my eyes while I inhaled his cock. I didn't want to get freaked out by how pale and while his long cock was.
I know, I know. Call me shallow.
But, for those times when I was feeling a little bit more adventurous, and didn't want to have to endure the smells of a men's room, there was always the library.
The truly bat-shit crazy could have sex in the stacks, when just about anybody looking for a weird book could walk right up and catch you. Mr. Dick had no problem with that, of course, but Mr. Brain finally won that debate.
I'd heard about a conference room on the fourth floor of the library that always seemed to have an unlocked door so that it could be used to hook up. Somebody very helpful with a black marker had written a very clear description on one of my favorite bathroom stalls in the Divinity Building.
So, 19-year old pervert that I had become, I decided to check it out. Mr. Brain liked this plan, of course, since it meant that I could study too.
In the afternoons, when I didn't have class, I'd park myself in a strategically placed study carrel and open up a notebook. I'd watch and learn.
It took a couple days of careful observation, but eventually I figured out what you were supposed to do in there. It seemed that if the light was on under the door, that meant that the door was locked and you (or somebody else who was hot and knew the rules) should go in. After somebody went in, the light went off. The light then stayed that way until the two guys came out, separated by a minute or so, to try and confuse anybody who might be watching the door, of course. Clever. But I was the master sex detective and I was onto them.
Eventually, Mr. Dick could stand it no longer and we decided to give the conference room a try.
After a particularly long and dreadful Chemistry class, I scrambled up to the fourth floor of the library and grabbed my usual study carrel. I did a little studying and waited for somebody to go into the conference room that maybe I could deal with.
It took forever! I even got my homework done! Over the course of a couple hours I had to watch a few little sexual trysts run their course before Mr. Right finally walked in.
Mr. Penis took immediate notice when the light was left on and shone from under the door!
In this case, the Mr. Right who walked into the conference room on the fourth floor was tall and black and pretty fucking good looking! He had short-cropped dark hair, and he had on some wire-rimmed glasses. Nice! He had a nice face, and he sort of looked like a good kisser. Well, at least I hoped to find out!
I spit-combed my hair with my hand, moved my wiener from right to left (it shows better that way) and tucked my wallet into my back pocket. Not that I had anything valuable in it anyhow; I think I was down to like seven dollars. I left my books on the carrel, thinking that I'd just get back to studying when I was done having a very nice blow job from Mr. Right.
When I opened the door, the guy was standing with his back against the far wall, reading something from his notebook. He smiled when he saw me come in. His teeth were startlingly white in contrast with the darker color of his skin. He put his notebook down on the table and walked over to the door. He wedged a chair under the door knob and flipped off the light.
Instantly, everything in the room was pitch black. I stood frozen in one spot; it was sort of scary being in here with a stranger, nice rimmed glasses or not, who I had no idea what he had in mind for me.
Mr. Brain was screaming: "Oh fuck, we're gonna die here!" Mr. Dick was urging me to grab to forget about all that and just grab the other guy's crotch immediately.
While I broke into a sweat working all of this out, Mr. Right moved. A hand touched me lightly on the shoulder and I jumped like three feet into the air.
"Easy tiger," he said with a little laugh. He had a nice voice; he certainly didn't sound like an psychopathic killer.
"You okay?"
"Uh, it's dark," I said.
"Um hmm, got a problem with that?"
"Uh, only if you're gonna kill me," I said, half joking.
He laughed again. If he was smiling, I couldn't see his teeth in the darkness. If he even had teeth.
"Nope, but I am gonna rock your world," he said in a voice, trying to reassure me.
"Ha ha," I said. "Rock my world, that's funny."
In one quick motion, he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them down over my hips.
Whoa! That was fast. Mr. Dick felt the cool air on his backside, up at the top, where the bases peeked out of my shorts. I shivered.
"Uh," I said, "Is this...you know, is this...?" I stammered.
"Your lucky day?" he finished my sentence for me. Only that's not exactly what I had been meaning to say.
"Um, well yeah, you know, is this my lucky day?"
He exhaled in a sigh before responding.
His hands were on my hips, inside my underwear. I think I was shaking; I still hadn't decided yet if this was a very good idea. If he could get my pants down from my hips with one simple swipe, he could probably cut my throat in like half a second. He could kill me and dump my body behind the stacks and nobody would find me until spring when the cleaning staff finally showed up on the fourth floor.
"It is your lucky day if you like black dick. Big, that is. Big black dick."
"Um well, I do, I guess, I mean. Yes. I do. Definitely. I definitely like black dick, big black dick. Who doesn't?"
"Good, glad to hear it."
"I like it much better than being killed."
He laughed again.
And then something bit my nipple and I jumped out of my skin.
"Fuck!" I whispered.
"What?"
"You bit my nipple, right?"
"Yes, that was me. We're the only two in here."
"Well it scared the crap out of me."
"You get scared when somebody bites your nipple?"
"What? No, I like it. I mean, it's just that, um... Well, I wasn't expecting you to, you know..."
"Do you want to bite my nipple? We'll call it even."
"I don't know. I mean, yes I guess."
"Good," he said.
"Only I don't know where it is. It's dark in here! I don't really know where you are," I said.
"I'm right here..."
"Well fuck; I just can't see a dammed thing. I'm sorry. But I don't know where your nipple is. Or you for that matter!" I said, restating the obvious.
"I turned the light off. That's what you're supposed to do in here."
"Um, yeah, I guess. But, you know, you're black."
"Yes. Always have been. I was born that way. Clearly you're a college boy, smart."
I giggled nervously. What a smart ass!
"Yeah, well, it's sort of not easy to see you in the dark," I said.
"I know. I can't really see you either."
"But you found my nipple."
"Just got lucky. I took a shot in the dark."
Now we both laughed.
"So, are you gonna stay way over there? Or do we get started. I have a class to teach in 45 minutes."
"You're a professor here?"
"No, not yet. I'm just an associate. I'm not tenured or anything, I'm trying to get a full time job."
"I don't think that this would look too good on your resume."
"You mean, having sex with you in the library?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks for the tip; I won't put it on my resume then."
I giggled quietly. This guy was pretty funny.
"That's great," I said, bring the conversation back round to his employment status. "What department are you in?"
"Do you really want to have this discussion right now?"
"Um."
"Or do you want to get your cock sucked?"
"Um, well you're right. I don't think I really need to know all of that stuff. At least not right now."
"Good. Come back over here please."
I took a few steps back in the direction of his voice. At least I think I walked in the direction of his voice. It was so dark; I had to rely on my other senses. I could actually sort of smell him. So I followed my nose. He smelled like Zest. Or Dove. Or one of those soaps that my parents had at home.
As I got closer to him, I could feel the heat from his body. But I still couldn't see anything. I could smell him and I could feel this warmth. Then he reached out his hands again and grabbed hold of me. His hands wrapped around my waist and drew me in. They felt soft and warm. Mr. Dick was all in. Mr. Brain wasn't so sure.
"Whoa," I said.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting..."
"Are you always like this when you have sex?"
"I don't know. It's just weird doing it like this. You know, in total darkness."
"Plus I'm black. And that doesn't help."
"What? Right. I mean, no. I didn't say that. I mean..."
He put his fingers on my lips and shushed me. His other hand on my waist pulled me in closer. Our bodies touched. He was a rock. His abs were tight. His waist was lean and firm. His legs were solid.
"Wow," I said.
"Good, right?"
"Yeah, I'll say. What do you do to stay in such good shape?"
"Really? You still want to talk? I do Martial Arts."
I sighed.
"Really, that's really interesting."
He sighed heavily.
"No, I'll shut up," I said. "I won't say another word. Promise."
His mouth found mine in the darkness and his lips sucked me completely up inside of him.
Mmm.
We kissed like this for what seemed like forever. I kept my eyes open, hoping to see something. He was a fantastic kisser, just like I'd thought before when I watched him walk into the conference room. Making out with him got my dick completely hard. Despite my shorts, he noticed. And then he reached a hand down to cup the shaft of my dick with his palm.
"Very nice," he said.
"Thanks," I started to say before his mouth surrounded mine again.
He slid a hand inside of tighty whities (I still had like two pair. I mostly wore them only in emergencies, like when I hadn't done laundry in a while.)
His hand was way bigger than my dick, and this shocked me so I pulled my mouth away from his to start up the conversation again.
"Seriously?"
"What now?"
"I just can't believe how big your hand is," I said.
"I thought you said that you weren't going to talk anymore," he said.
"Yeah, I know, but..."
He slid my underwear down my legs and my dick sprang free. A few drops of pre-cum splattered us both. He wrapped his hand around my dick and swallowed up my balls too. Man!
"Nice."
"What?" I said.
"Shh."
As he stroked my cock, he didn't have to move his hand very much. He kissed me harder and I got lost inside of his mouth. One of his fingers found my butthole and he pressed against it.
"Ahh," I said into his throat.
I tried to wriggle my arms free and get a hold of his dick. Anybody with hands like this has got to have a dick of death. And he did. I felt puny next to him.
Finally he pulled his face away from mine. I inhaled deeply of the air. And got a major whiff of Dove.
He bit my nipple again. I jumped again.
"Fuck." I said again, this time not in a whisper.
"What's with you?"
"I don't know, this usually doesn't happen," I said.
"Good. You're not supposed to leap across the room when somebody touches your chest."
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll be okay. You can do it again if you want to."
He paused and had another heavy sigh. "Nope. Don't think I will."
"What?"
"You heard me. I don't think I will. I don't think I will go anywhere near your chest again."
I was hurt.
"Well, that's okay, I mean, you don't have to," I said.
"But I do mean to your penis in my mouth. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure, that's okay."
"Good. Here goes. I'm bending down now."
"Thanks for the warning."
As he went down on my, a finger popped into my ass. After the slam-fest I'd had recently with my two roommates, I was still a tiny bit on the sore side. But his thick finger slipped in pretty easily all the same.
"Whoa," I said, involuntarily.
Immediately he stood up. As he did, his finger came out of my butthole.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I think this isn't gonna work," he said.
"What are you talking about? I haven't even seen your dick yet. I mean, I haven't even touched it yet."
"I don't think it's gonna happen. I have to teach soon."
"But..."
"You're like. I don't know. You're too jumpy."
"I'm sorry. I'll stop. Really. I will."
"Plus you talk too much."
"I can stop that too," I said.
I groped in the darkness for the top button of his pants. It took way longer than it should have, but finally I found it. I pulled hard to open it up, but he stopped me by putting his hand on the top of his pants.
"What? Why can't I?"
"TJ, just stop."
I stopped. He knows who I am. Uh oh!
"TJ. You called me TJ. How do you know my name?"
Silence.
Oh fuck. Now I've done it. Now he knows I know. Now he filets me open like a trout and spreads my insides all over the 4th floor of the library. Behind the Anthropology books.
"Seriously. How do you know who I am?"
If I'm really gonna die now. Without getting a blow job. Well then I'd better keep the guy talking, maybe Mr. Brain would think of something.
More silence.
I reached down for my underwear to pull them up. It probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to be found dead and to have my pants down around my ankles! I could just see the headline in the local paper back home in Apple Valley!
"All right, just forget it. Maybe you should just tell me your name. Professor..."
He didn't say anything.
"I mean, after all, you know mine. It seems only fair, right?"
Maybe if he tried to kill me but didn't quite finish the job, I could speak his name to the police with one of my last breaths.
"You weren't supposed to know," he said finally.
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? What are you talking about? What wasn't I supposed to know?"
I found my pants all tangled up around my legs and struggled to get them up and over my hard dick. Sad, I know, but I was still hard as a rock. Even in the face of death. Mr. Brain was clearly no match.
"That this was a set up."
"What?"
"Someone you know set this up."
"That's crazy talk," I said.
Who do I know that would set me up to get killed? I thought quickly, I didn't think I had any enemies.
Well, actually there was that one time. That time when I had sex during a track meet last year with a guy named Jeff (or was it Jack?). Jeff told me he had a jealous boyfriend.
Hmm.
Naw! That was like months ago.
"Crazy? I'd say it was nice. I'd say that your friend was doing you a favor, TJ."
"A favor? You're mean you're not here to kill me?"
"Seriously? TJ? Are you really freaking saying that? You're really thinking that you're in this conference room on the fourth floor of the library to die and not have sex with me? Really? Come on!"
"Um, well."
"TJ, we're done. I gotta go teach my class."
"But..."
"Listen, a good friend of yours is in one of my study sections. I'm not going to tell you who it is, but, well, of course, he knew I was gay. And he knows you are too."
"Okay..."
"So, somehow he knows you've been hanging out here at the library on this floor. Sort of stalking this room."
"Okay."
So, he thought that you and I might like each other, that's it!"
"But."
"He asked me if I would come up here and smoke your joint. He said you were a pretty nice guy and that we would like each other. But..."
"But, what about....?"
"TJ, something is seriously wrong with you. We're supposed to be getting it on. Getting down on each other's dicks. Your friend said you're packing. Eight and a third inches or something like that, right? However the fuck you measure that third of an inch, I have no earthly idea. But whatever! That's a pretty prodigious piece of meat. Well, the truth is, I'm packing too. I've got my own version of eight and a third inches...or so...but you know what?"
My mouth was open, and there was a stirring down below in my shorts. All that Mr. Dick heard was the length of this guy's cock, and Mr. Brain hadn't caught on yet.
"I'm outta' here. See ya'."
He moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. Light from the library flooded in.
"History," he said.
All I saw was his back side, but even that was awfully cute. The guy had a fantastic body.
"I do History, your friend is in a class I teach," his voice trailed off as the door shut behind him.
History?
History? Oh, the History department. That's where he's trying to get a position. Huh. I made a mental note to take a History class next semester.
Or maybe I shouldn't.
I don't know. When the door closed it was dark in the room again. Fuck! And I sort of still had a hard on.
I buttoned my pants and got the heck out of there in like three seconds. I was back at my study carrel with my head in a Biology book in about six seconds. I took a deep breath. Maybe if I get busy trying to learn what makes a frog tick, I'll be able to put the whole sorry episode out of my mind. What an idiot I am!
For the rest of the afternoon studying was hopeless. I had to figure out who set me up with the History guy. Who knew that I was stalking this conference room in the library? I hadn't told Josh, or any of my other roommates. I hadn't told any of the guys on the team.
I had no idea!
The next day I went for a ten mile run with Josh along the river, all the way to Watertown. When we got back to the gym I was rubbing down my poor tired legs and didn't even see Josh strip down and jog off to the showers. It was late and he must have taken one of the world's fastest showers on record. He got out of there in like two minutes; I was still in my jock.
My legs really ached!
I think Josh explained to me where he was going, but my mind didn't really register it. I don't really remember. Being in a locker room, even one that's practically abandoned late in the day, always put my cock in charge. My brain was sort of on auto-pilot and just along for the ride.
I was still peeling off my socks when I discovered that I was not all alone in the locker room. Way, way off in the distance, I could hear that distinctive low whine of water running through a pipe.
Somebody was taking a shower. Yay! I listened again. It sounded like it might be coming from the coach's showers. In the far side of the gym, there was a little section that was set aside for the coaches and managers from all sports. They had bigger lockers over there, and there was sort of this funny twisty way you had to walk through a bunch of locker rows just to find it.
Mere students, like me, were supposed to shower in the main area and not really trespass into the forbidden zone reserved for the elite. But, of course, most of the guys from the track team looked awfully good naked so I had no objection and I showered with everybody else. And, to be honest, most of our coaches from track couldn't be bothered to have to walk way across the building just to clean up in their special reserved section, so they just showered with the rest of us. Plus, they probably thought that by getting nude and showering with us underclassmen, it would be good for team bonding. Our coaches were hot, so again, I had no objection.
But I heard water running, so, like a moth drawn to a flame, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed off in search of it.
It took me a while and I made a couple of wrong turns but I finally found the coach's showers. I hadn't ever been over here before so I wasn't totally sure what they were like.
When I got close enough and saw the source of the running water, I smiled. There were actually two showers running.
The coach's shower room was sort of retro, with real tile on the walls in a pretty pattern. The tile was yellow, and it actually looked clean! They didn't have formal dividers between the shower stalls, just sort of a little bump where the wall jutted out like a foot. Basically, you were in this big room where everybody showered together. The only thing you wouldn't be able to see in the shower stall right next to you was maybe the handle of the faucet. Cool.
I chose a stall directly across from the two men already there. They were next to each other, but both had their backs turned toward me, so I wasn't sure which coaches they were.
I tried to act like my being in this special section of the locker room was the most natural thing in the world.
I hoped my face looked like I was older, but that wasn't too likely. I still got mistaken for a junior high kid on occasion!
I turned to face the wall too, squirted some shampoo from the dispenser into my hand and set to work on my head. While the lather was running down my eyes, I thought I'd be brave and turn around.
Holy fuck!
The shampoo got in my eyes and burned them, but it was definitely worth it!
Guy number one, on the left, was a coach all right. It was Dyson Marshall. Actually Dyson Marshall, III.
Everybody knew Coach Marshall. He was one of the assistants from the Lacrosse team, but more importantly he was also the son of the university president. And like way hot too! Dyson Marshall III always seemed to be in the school paper, either because the Lacrosse team beat the crap out of somebody, or maybe because he was related to the big boss. Or most likely, just because we was just so incredibly good looking. A total New England blue-blood, but totally cute at the same time!
Coach Marshall on the short side, about 5'7" I'd say. But, he more than made up for that by having this very cut, very hot body. I'd seen him running along the river a couple of times and almost tripped over my feet as I went past. He had short, dark brown hair and very tight features. I'd estimate that he had approximately 0% body fat. I'd actually jerked off in my own bed thinking about the guy. Twice!
And now Dyson Marshall III was showering just a few feet away from me.
He had no hair on his chest, and just a dusting of it around his pubes. He probably had servants who were paid to remove it for him. And he was sort of pretty soaped up, so it was hard to get a good sense of his dick, partly because my eyes were on fire, but I was pretty sure that was not a flaccid dick.
Guy number two was my red-head from the bathroom, with all the attitude. And he was pretty soaped up too but there was no mistaking what he had going on below the waist. He was uncircumcised and you could see the little half head peeking out from his sleeve of foreskin.
And, he was almost totally hard!
I'm pretty sure the two of them must have thought that my eyes were closed since I had lather all over my face. After all, who would be so stupid to open their eyes when there was shampoo dripping down?
Well, me actually.
So anyway, they probably thought I hadn't actually seen anything—the hardening wiener of Dyson Marshall III, or even my favorite red-head from one of my BU bathroom adventures.
I turned back around quickly to face the faucet on my wall.
About a nanosecond later, as the water ran down my face and the stinging in my eyes got a little bit better, my cock got heavier and stretched out. That didn't take long. I hadn't even laid a hand on it! Uh oh, here we go, I thought.
I had to think. I needed a little time. What exactly did one do in this particular situation?
For the next few minutes, I made a huge deal about washing my rear end, over and over again. And, of course, I steered way clear of my dick. I used so much soap on my butt that I made this gigantic mountain of lather between my cheeks that fell in little splats onto the tile floor.
If the two of them were watching me, they must have thought now had the cleanest backside in Boston! Which, of course, was a matter of debate.
It had been like five minutes of butt-scrubbing when I finally got up the courage to turn around again. This time with no soap on my face and I got a clear view of Dyson Marshall III and Mr. Red-Head with the Attitude.
They were both stroking their dicks with soap and they were both totally hard.
The tip of Dyson's cock was bright red. From where I stood, I guessed it to be somewhere in the six to seven inch department. I'd already seen the redhead's dick up close and personal. It was still shockingly white but also had sort of a red tint out on the end. It was bigger and fatter than Dyson's.
Of course I had a hard-on too. At first Dyson didn't notice me, but the other guy did. He cleared his throat in a quiet little 'ahem' and Dyson looked up.
Dyson smiled. The red haired guy did too, but not quite so much.
Taking my cue, I squirted a little soap into my hand and began stroking the shaft of my cock. Just like they were doing.
For about a minute or so, the three of us worked our meat. Dyson Marshall III on his 6-7 incher. The guy with red hair and attitude on his 7 plus incher. And me on my eight and a third incher. It was a totally hot scene. Just like I'd imagined it in like a million or so of my greatest jerk-off fantasies.
We all kept half an eye on each other and half an eye on the entrance to the shower area. I'm not sure who we were exactly hoping would not come in, but we all kept up the vigil all the same. I was pretty certain that in the year or so that I'd been taking showers in the gym at BU I had never seen a single campus cop patrolling around.
So we kept beating off.
And looking at each other.
Finally, Dyson moved a little bit closer to the other guy. He responded in turn by moving closer to Dyson.
Oh my god! They were going to actually touch each other! Dyson Marshall III was about to actually touch another guy's weenie! Right in front of me! Holy fucking crap!
Without any warning, I came. Just like that!
Shit.
My little squirt of sperm shot like three feet away from me and made a straight line of white.
My two companions looked at me with funny grins. I turned beet red. What a time for me to get over-excited! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
After a moment of so, Dyson smiled a little bigger. He looked down at my load and then back up at me. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod.
I exhaled. Whew. A nod of approval.
Me cumming a little prematurely was apparently okay with him. I had just spooged in front of Dyson Marshall III and that was just fine. I stopped tugging on my cock and gave my balls a tug instead. Kind of by habit.
Dyson looked over at the red-haired guy and moved right next to him. He was totally out of the stream of his water now. As I watched closely, the other guy grabbed Dyson's dick. I took in a little quick breath and looked down at my penis. Sadly I was getting softer. But, but, I wanted to be grabbing some Dyson dick.
Oh well.
So, for the next five minutes, I watched my red-headed guy give Dyson an awesome blow job. A little masturbating. A little sucking off.
After a few more slurps from the red-head, Dyson's face contorted in a half twist. His abs tightened. And he blew a few drops of cum out from the top of his cockhead. Some landed on the other guy's cheek, and a little bit just kind of hung there, in mid-air, dangling from the end of Dyson's hard-on. Dyson looked over at me and I repeated the process of looking down at Dyson's load and then back up to his face. Finally I smiled, just like I'd seen him do with me. I tried to seem like I approved.
Which I definitely did.
Now there was only one of us left. Dyson and I looked at each other again, then back at the red-haired guy, whose ghostly white dick still poked upward. Dyson gave me a little head tilt, indicating that I should come on over and help him out to get the redhead off.
My eyes looked over at the other guy for a moment. Would it be okay?
For a moment the red-haired guy paused like he was thinking over some great dilemma. There was an uncomfortable pause as Dyson's dick began to droop. Mine even drooped a bit while the other guy thought over whether or not I was going to be allowed anywhere near his private parts. Finally, he smiled and nodded. He touched his index finger to his lips and then looked down at his boner. I took this to mean that I was to come over there and suck his dick.
As I have previously explained, I am always very agreeable. So I did.
I turned off my water and headed across to the other side. I got down on one knee and reached up for the long white weenie. But he stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and held it about three inches away from my goal. Dyson watched us. The redhead looked over at Dyson and made the same signal with his index finger on his lips. So Dyson turned off his water too and joined me on the floor.
When Dyson was in position, the red-haired guy finally released my wrist and allowed me to take hold of his dick. Dyson moved his head in close and the two of us met lips at the tip of the guy's cock. I let Dyson take the lead and he put his lips all the way around the fat head. I used my tongue on the bottom side of the shaft. Dyson pulled on the guy's balls and I put mine on his ass, my fingers digging lightly for the crease. While Dyson gave him head, I kept everything nicely lubed up with my tongue. Then we switched. I moved into a spot where I could get most of the guy's penis in my mouth and Dyson took up the licking. A few minutes later, Mr. Attitude lost control and really got into it. A couple of times, Dyson and I just jerked the shaft back and forth and managed a full-mouth kiss just between the two of us. Every time we did that I could feel Dyson's cool breath against the back of my throat and somehow that got my dick hard again.
While me and Dyson sucked off the redhead, Dyson reached over and found my cock. I had just gotten off but I was rock solid and erect already. Dyson smiled when he realized this. I grabbed for his dick too, but it didn't seem to have any life left. But I kept up stroking him all the same.
Oh my god, I was actually jacking off Dyson Marshall III!
Well, not exactly jacking him off, but you know, rubbing him up and down all the same while we both willed him to get harder.
Kissing Dyson was amazing.
He had a pretty small mouth, and really tight lips. It sort of felt like he was spring-loaded and tied up with rubber bands. But he was a really nice kisser and had very small but perfectly straight teeth. I'm sure that the university president had spent a fortune on Dyson's teeth!
Soon, kissing Dyson and man-handling his cock became much more important to me than sucking off the red-haired guy with attitude. Dyson seemed to appreciate that I had much more interest in him than in the other guy so after a while, Dyson and I just kept our mouths locked together. Meanwhile, Dyson stroked the red-head's cock with one hand, mine with the other. I pulled absently on the red-head's nut sack. Way up above us, I don't think he really noticed anyway; he was sort of lost in his own little world, trying hard to get off.
When the red-haired guy finally shot his load, it was pretty unimpressive. Dyson was at the helm for the final moment since I was too busy trying to get Dyson hard and concentrating on trying to get his entire mouth inside of mine.
We both looked up at the red-headed guy after he had cum. Dyson still had a fistful of sperm so he put it under the warm shower water from above to rinse it off. While he did, the red-haired guy turned off the water and abruptly left.
Dyson and I were still on the floor on one knee when he did. When we found ourselves alone, and Dyson still had sticky cum on his hand, we both smiled. True the red-haired guy was hot, but what a jerk!
Dyson stood up and turned the water back on. I joined him under the water. We kissed standing up. Dyson washed his hand off with a little help from me to get rid of a last few stringy bits. I was now completely erect, raring to go. There was a little extra something in Dyson's cock too. As we kissed some more, he got harder and harder.
It took about another half an hour for the two of us to finish up with our second orgasm of the afternoon. Well maybe it was evening by now.
When it was done, we walked back to Dyson's locker in the coach's section. He plugged my cell phone number into his cell and promised to call me the next day. I grinned to myself as I thought of Josh high-tailing it out of there after we'd gotten back from our long run. He'd missed out on a fantastic public fuck!
Too bad for him. Pretty fucking good for me.
As a Freshmen, I'd been totally clueless. Of course!
Now, in my second year, I knew it all. It was time to start acting like an upper classman. Well sort of. Mostly, I was just a kid in a candy store. And for sure, when it came to important college activity, like sex in public, for example, I was definitely over my head. An amateur trying to find his way, in a group of professionals.
But, my brain forgot to mention this to my dick.
Onward.
So, after practically an entire year here at BU, I was getting to know what I needed to know to get by. I knew the streets around the university so I could make my way to class since we didn't really have much of an actual campus. I knew the running paths along both sides of the Charles—as a member of the track team, this tended to be pretty important. And, since I sort of liked to eat, I sort of knew the restaurants in the area of Allston and Brighton, plus a few in Brookline and in Back Bay too (not that I could actually afford to go to either of those fancier parts of town very often).
When it came to hooking up, I was getting to know all the good secret spots around the U where I could find good looking guys.
As usual, my dick didn't particularly care how public or how safe or how filthy the place was. Just so it's very simple needs got met. When my dick had these little internal debates with my brain, it was obvious who would win. Once I'd seen cops walking into a particularly skeevy bathroom just as I was about to shoot a huge load into a very nice Brazilian boy who was sucking me off.
My weenie got soft in like a nanosecond. And I almost fainted as all the blood rushed out of it and back into my body. But, I was back in that same disgusting men's room like three days later, praying that Mr. Brazil would show up again and finish what he started. After waiting around like two hours (well, maybe just 90 minutes, actually), I finally left since I had to study for a mid-term. And I took like a half hour shower that night, trying to scrub off the grime I was sure I'd collected after waiting in that bathroom.
But, of course my dick dragged me back again. I can't believe I didn't catch scurvy, or cholera, or malaria or something.
When I had a few hours between classes and didn't have to sweat through some big paper, I'd grown pretty fond of one particular bathroom in the basement of the divinity building. It was dirty too, but somehow knowing that Godly things were happening upstairs made up for it. That john was pretty notorious for guys taking religion classes to hang out, usually without their collars though. There were little holes behind the toilet paper things (probably created by male students, not the man upstairs). The holes were just big enough so that you could see through to the next stall if you moved the paper dispenser out of the way. Unfortunately, the little spaces in the walls of the stalls had sharp edges, and if you weren't careful, you cock could be cut to shreds.
I don't think the BU janitorial staff had actually set foot into the basement bathroom since sometime in the 1970's. Maybe they thought God would clean up, I don't know.
Anyway, the place was sort of crude and holy and smelly and exciting all at the same time! I became a regular.
And there was another men's room that my dick was fond of too. It was up on the second floor of the Student Union and it had bigger holes between a few of the stalls. You could actually get your entire dick sucked without worrying about gangrene. Or, if one was so inclined, you could suck somebody else's dick.
Generally I was so inclined, but I still found it a little weird to have a dick in my throat where I had no idea what the guy on the other side of the wall looked like. So I only sucked the nice looking dicks, not the ones that looked a little funny.
The student union bathrooms were a tiny bit cleaner, but they were a little on the dangerous side. There were constantly guys coming in to just use the bathroom while just a few of us were there for alternative purposes.
Come on!
On the other hand, my brain reminded me that most of the guys who came in and out of that particular men's room must have known exactly what they were getting themselves into. I mean, how could you not? Some guys who were way braver than me wouldn't even stop giving head when somebody fresh walked in; they just keep sucking away.
Still, despite all the risks, and all the crazy smells, the bathrooms at BU were always good for a quick tug when I had time. I suppose that I could have jerked myself off back in my dorm room when Alan wasn't around. But what fun would that have been?
I remember one time a guy with red hair and an extremely long and extremely white dick actually crawled under the wall of the stall to come into mine. It was a total turn-on to be actually seeing the entire guy and still be in a public bathroom! The guy also had extremely red pubic hair, by the way. Anyway, once he got into my stall, what we figured out was that one of us had to sort of crouch down on the toilet seat so that if somebody was looking under the wall of our stall they wouldn't be able to see two people, that there wouldn't be able to see two sets of feet on the ground. In case somebody came into the head and they decided to count feet, of course.
Who does that?
So even though I absolutely, positively had to get off, I couldn't. It was just too exciting and too scary all at once. This particular guy was new and I hadn't seen him around campus before. And, he was kind of hot, you know, in a red-headed Irish guy sort of way.
My brain started to hum 'Oh Danny boy' as he was sucking on my Johnson with his red Irish lips. And then, for maybe the first time in history, my brain won. My dick doesn't lose many, but that day was not my day. In the end, his dick was probably just too white and his pubes were probably just too shocking red. The whole Irish thing just sort of distracted me. His handsome green eyes looked a little sad when I started to get soft. I had been hard at first—all eight and a third inches practically poking a hole in the back of the poor guy's Irish throat, but then.....disaster struck and I completely lost my boner.
I pulled up my jeans, picked my backpack off of the dirty floor and headed back out into the real world. I'm sure I was as red as him when I closed the stall door behind me.
A few days later I bumped into him in the line at Starbuck's on Comm Ave. I wasn't exactly sure what the right thing to say was. But I was still embarrassed so I apologized. He looked at me like he didn't recognize me and said nothing. He ordered a non-fat latte with a dash of hazel nut.
Hmm, I wonder if that was code for something.
After bumping into him a couple more times walking between classes, and having him continue to totally ignore me and totally give me attitude, I finally started to catch on. Oh! So that's how this game goes. All right then. I could play along with the 'I never saw you before' game too.
All the same, I made a personal note that if I found him in a campus bathroom again, I would give him the best blow job of his life. Not matter if the campus cops were banging the dammed door down while I did. Of course, I'd have to close my eyes while I inhaled his cock. I didn't want to get freaked out by how pale and while his long cock was.
I know, I know. Call me shallow.
But, for those times when I was feeling a little bit more adventurous, and didn't want to have to endure the smells of a men's room, there was always the library.
The truly bat-shit crazy could have sex in the stacks, when just about anybody looking for a weird book could walk right up and catch you. Mr. Dick had no problem with that, of course, but Mr. Brain finally won that debate.
I'd heard about a conference room on the fourth floor of the library that always seemed to have an unlocked door so that it could be used to hook up. Somebody very helpful with a black marker had written a very clear description on one of my favorite bathroom stalls in the Divinity Building.
So, 19-year old pervert that I had become, I decided to check it out. Mr. Brain liked this plan, of course, since it meant that I could study too.
In the afternoons, when I didn't have class, I'd park myself in a strategically placed study carrel and open up a notebook. I'd watch and learn.
It took a couple days of careful observation, but eventually I figured out what you were supposed to do in there. It seemed that if the light was on under the door, that meant that the door was locked and you (or somebody else who was hot and knew the rules) should go in. After somebody went in, the light went off. The light then stayed that way until the two guys came out, separated by a minute or so, to try and confuse anybody who might be watching the door, of course. Clever. But I was the master sex detective and I was onto them.
Eventually, Mr. Dick could stand it no longer and we decided to give the conference room a try.
After a particularly long and dreadful Chemistry class, I scrambled up to the fourth floor of the library and grabbed my usual study carrel. I did a little studying and waited for somebody to go into the conference room that maybe I could deal with.
It took forever! I even got my homework done! Over the course of a couple hours I had to watch a few little sexual trysts run their course before Mr. Right finally walked in.
Mr. Penis took immediate notice when the light was left on and shone from under the door!
In this case, the Mr. Right who walked into the conference room on the fourth floor was tall and black and pretty fucking good looking! He had short-cropped dark hair, and he had on some wire-rimmed glasses. Nice! He had a nice face, and he sort of looked like a good kisser. Well, at least I hoped to find out!
I spit-combed my hair with my hand, moved my wiener from right to left (it shows better that way) and tucked my wallet into my back pocket. Not that I had anything valuable in it anyhow; I think I was down to like seven dollars. I left my books on the carrel, thinking that I'd just get back to studying when I was done having a very nice blow job from Mr. Right.
When I opened the door, the guy was standing with his back against the far wall, reading something from his notebook. He smiled when he saw me come in. His teeth were startlingly white in contrast with the darker color of his skin. He put his notebook down on the table and walked over to the door. He wedged a chair under the door knob and flipped off the light.
Instantly, everything in the room was pitch black. I stood frozen in one spot; it was sort of scary being in here with a stranger, nice rimmed glasses or not, who I had no idea what he had in mind for me.
Mr. Brain was screaming: "Oh fuck, we're gonna die here!" Mr. Dick was urging me to grab to forget about all that and just grab the other guy's crotch immediately.
While I broke into a sweat working all of this out, Mr. Right moved. A hand touched me lightly on the shoulder and I jumped like three feet into the air.
"Easy tiger," he said with a little laugh. He had a nice voice; he certainly didn't sound like an psychopathic killer.
"You okay?"
"Uh, it's dark," I said.
"Um hmm, got a problem with that?"
"Uh, only if you're gonna kill me," I said, half joking.
He laughed again. If he was smiling, I couldn't see his teeth in the darkness. If he even had teeth.
"Nope, but I am gonna rock your world," he said in a voice, trying to reassure me.
"Ha ha," I said. "Rock my world, that's funny."
In one quick motion, he unbuttoned my pants and dragged them down over my hips.
Whoa! That was fast. Mr. Dick felt the cool air on his backside, up at the top, where the bases peeked out of my shorts. I shivered.
"Uh," I said, "Is this...you know, is this...?" I stammered.
"Your lucky day?" he finished my sentence for me. Only that's not exactly what I had been meaning to say.
"Um, well yeah, you know, is this my lucky day?"
He exhaled in a sigh before responding.
His hands were on my hips, inside my underwear. I think I was shaking; I still hadn't decided yet if this was a very good idea. If he could get my pants down from my hips with one simple swipe, he could probably cut my throat in like half a second. He could kill me and dump my body behind the stacks and nobody would find me until spring when the cleaning staff finally showed up on the fourth floor.
"It is your lucky day if you like black dick. Big, that is. Big black dick."
"Um well, I do, I guess, I mean. Yes. I do. Definitely. I definitely like black dick, big black dick. Who doesn't?"
"Good, glad to hear it."
"I like it much better than being killed."
He laughed again.
And then something bit my nipple and I jumped out of my skin.
"Fuck!" I whispered.
"What?"
"You bit my nipple, right?"
"Yes, that was me. We're the only two in here."
"Well it scared the crap out of me."
"You get scared when somebody bites your nipple?"
"What? No, I like it. I mean, it's just that, um... Well, I wasn't expecting you to, you know..."
"Do you want to bite my nipple? We'll call it even."
"I don't know. I mean, yes I guess."
"Good," he said.
"Only I don't know where it is. It's dark in here! I don't really know where you are," I said.
"I'm right here..."
"Well fuck; I just can't see a dammed thing. I'm sorry. But I don't know where your nipple is. Or you for that matter!" I said, restating the obvious.
"I turned the light off. That's what you're supposed to do in here."
"Um, yeah, I guess. But, you know, you're black."
"Yes. Always have been. I was born that way. Clearly you're a college boy, smart."
I giggled nervously. What a smart ass!
"Yeah, well, it's sort of not easy to see you in the dark," I said.
"I know. I can't really see you either."
"But you found my nipple."
"Just got lucky. I took a shot in the dark."
Now we both laughed.
"So, are you gonna stay way over there? Or do we get started. I have a class to teach in 45 minutes."
"You're a professor here?"
"No, not yet. I'm just an associate. I'm not tenured or anything, I'm trying to get a full time job."
"I don't think that this would look too good on your resume."
"You mean, having sex with you in the library?"
"Yeah."
"Thanks for the tip; I won't put it on my resume then."
I giggled quietly. This guy was pretty funny.
"That's great," I said, bring the conversation back round to his employment status. "What department are you in?"
"Do you really want to have this discussion right now?"
"Um."
"Or do you want to get your cock sucked?"
"Um, well you're right. I don't think I really need to know all of that stuff. At least not right now."
"Good. Come back over here please."
I took a few steps back in the direction of his voice. At least I think I walked in the direction of his voice. It was so dark; I had to rely on my other senses. I could actually sort of smell him. So I followed my nose. He smelled like Zest. Or Dove. Or one of those soaps that my parents had at home.
As I got closer to him, I could feel the heat from his body. But I still couldn't see anything. I could smell him and I could feel this warmth. Then he reached out his hands again and grabbed hold of me. His hands wrapped around my waist and drew me in. They felt soft and warm. Mr. Dick was all in. Mr. Brain wasn't so sure.
"Whoa," I said.
"What?"
"Nothing, I just wasn't expecting..."
"Are you always like this when you have sex?"
"I don't know. It's just weird doing it like this. You know, in total darkness."
"Plus I'm black. And that doesn't help."
"What? Right. I mean, no. I didn't say that. I mean..."
He put his fingers on my lips and shushed me. His other hand on my waist pulled me in closer. Our bodies touched. He was a rock. His abs were tight. His waist was lean and firm. His legs were solid.
"Wow," I said.
"Good, right?"
"Yeah, I'll say. What do you do to stay in such good shape?"
"Really? You still want to talk? I do Martial Arts."
I sighed.
"Really, that's really interesting."
He sighed heavily.
"No, I'll shut up," I said. "I won't say another word. Promise."
His mouth found mine in the darkness and his lips sucked me completely up inside of him.
Mmm.
We kissed like this for what seemed like forever. I kept my eyes open, hoping to see something. He was a fantastic kisser, just like I'd thought before when I watched him walk into the conference room. Making out with him got my dick completely hard. Despite my shorts, he noticed. And then he reached a hand down to cup the shaft of my dick with his palm.
"Very nice," he said.
"Thanks," I started to say before his mouth surrounded mine again.
He slid a hand inside of tighty whities (I still had like two pair. I mostly wore them only in emergencies, like when I hadn't done laundry in a while.)
His hand was way bigger than my dick, and this shocked me so I pulled my mouth away from his to start up the conversation again.
"Seriously?"
"What now?"
"I just can't believe how big your hand is," I said.
"I thought you said that you weren't going to talk anymore," he said.
"Yeah, I know, but..."
He slid my underwear down my legs and my dick sprang free. A few drops of pre-cum splattered us both. He wrapped his hand around my dick and swallowed up my balls too. Man!
"Nice."
"What?" I said.
"Shh."
As he stroked my cock, he didn't have to move his hand very much. He kissed me harder and I got lost inside of his mouth. One of his fingers found my butthole and he pressed against it.
"Ahh," I said into his throat.
I tried to wriggle my arms free and get a hold of his dick. Anybody with hands like this has got to have a dick of death. And he did. I felt puny next to him.
Finally he pulled his face away from mine. I inhaled deeply of the air. And got a major whiff of Dove.
He bit my nipple again. I jumped again.
"Fuck." I said again, this time not in a whisper.
"What's with you?"
"I don't know, this usually doesn't happen," I said.
"Good. You're not supposed to leap across the room when somebody touches your chest."
"Yeah, I know. Don't worry, I'll be okay. You can do it again if you want to."
He paused and had another heavy sigh. "Nope. Don't think I will."
"What?"
"You heard me. I don't think I will. I don't think I will go anywhere near your chest again."
I was hurt.
"Well, that's okay, I mean, you don't have to," I said.
"But I do mean to your penis in my mouth. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure, that's okay."
"Good. Here goes. I'm bending down now."
"Thanks for the warning."
As he went down on my, a finger popped into my ass. After the slam-fest I'd had recently with my two roommates, I was still a tiny bit on the sore side. But his thick finger slipped in pretty easily all the same.
"Whoa," I said, involuntarily.
Immediately he stood up. As he did, his finger came out of my butthole.
"What are you doing?" I said.
"I think this isn't gonna work," he said.
"What are you talking about? I haven't even seen your dick yet. I mean, I haven't even touched it yet."
"I don't think it's gonna happen. I have to teach soon."
"But..."
"You're like. I don't know. You're too jumpy."
"I'm sorry. I'll stop. Really. I will."
"Plus you talk too much."
"I can stop that too," I said.
I groped in the darkness for the top button of his pants. It took way longer than it should have, but finally I found it. I pulled hard to open it up, but he stopped me by putting his hand on the top of his pants.
"What? Why can't I?"
"TJ, just stop."
I stopped. He knows who I am. Uh oh!
"TJ. You called me TJ. How do you know my name?"
Silence.
Oh fuck. Now I've done it. Now he knows I know. Now he filets me open like a trout and spreads my insides all over the 4th floor of the library. Behind the Anthropology books.
"Seriously. How do you know who I am?"
If I'm really gonna die now. Without getting a blow job. Well then I'd better keep the guy talking, maybe Mr. Brain would think of something.
More silence.
I reached down for my underwear to pull them up. It probably wouldn't be a good idea for me to be found dead and to have my pants down around my ankles! I could just see the headline in the local paper back home in Apple Valley!
"All right, just forget it. Maybe you should just tell me your name. Professor..."
He didn't say anything.
"I mean, after all, you know mine. It seems only fair, right?"
Maybe if he tried to kill me but didn't quite finish the job, I could speak his name to the police with one of my last breaths.
"You weren't supposed to know," he said finally.
"What? Are you fucking kidding me? What are you talking about? What wasn't I supposed to know?"
I found my pants all tangled up around my legs and struggled to get them up and over my hard dick. Sad, I know, but I was still hard as a rock. Even in the face of death. Mr. Brain was clearly no match.
"That this was a set up."
"What?"
"Someone you know set this up."
"That's crazy talk," I said.
Who do I know that would set me up to get killed? I thought quickly, I didn't think I had any enemies.
Well, actually there was that one time. That time when I had sex during a track meet last year with a guy named Jeff (or was it Jack?). Jeff told me he had a jealous boyfriend.
Hmm.
Naw! That was like months ago.
"Crazy? I'd say it was nice. I'd say that your friend was doing you a favor, TJ."
"A favor? You're mean you're not here to kill me?"
"Seriously? TJ? Are you really freaking saying that? You're really thinking that you're in this conference room on the fourth floor of the library to die and not have sex with me? Really? Come on!"
"Um, well."
"TJ, we're done. I gotta go teach my class."
"But..."
"Listen, a good friend of yours is in one of my study sections. I'm not going to tell you who it is, but, well, of course, he knew I was gay. And he knows you are too."
"Okay..."
"So, somehow he knows you've been hanging out here at the library on this floor. Sort of stalking this room."
"Okay."
So, he thought that you and I might like each other, that's it!"
"But."
"He asked me if I would come up here and smoke your joint. He said you were a pretty nice guy and that we would like each other. But..."
"But, what about....?"
"TJ, something is seriously wrong with you. We're supposed to be getting it on. Getting down on each other's dicks. Your friend said you're packing. Eight and a third inches or something like that, right? However the fuck you measure that third of an inch, I have no earthly idea. But whatever! That's a pretty prodigious piece of meat. Well, the truth is, I'm packing too. I've got my own version of eight and a third inches...or so...but you know what?"
My mouth was open, and there was a stirring down below in my shorts. All that Mr. Dick heard was the length of this guy's cock, and Mr. Brain hadn't caught on yet.
"I'm outta' here. See ya'."
He moved the chair out of the way and opened the door. Light from the library flooded in.
"History," he said.
All I saw was his back side, but even that was awfully cute. The guy had a fantastic body.
"I do History, your friend is in a class I teach," his voice trailed off as the door shut behind him.
History?
History? Oh, the History department. That's where he's trying to get a position. Huh. I made a mental note to take a History class next semester.
Or maybe I shouldn't.
I don't know. When the door closed it was dark in the room again. Fuck! And I sort of still had a hard on.
I buttoned my pants and got the heck out of there in like three seconds. I was back at my study carrel with my head in a Biology book in about six seconds. I took a deep breath. Maybe if I get busy trying to learn what makes a frog tick, I'll be able to put the whole sorry episode out of my mind. What an idiot I am!
For the rest of the afternoon studying was hopeless. I had to figure out who set me up with the History guy. Who knew that I was stalking this conference room in the library? I hadn't told Josh, or any of my other roommates. I hadn't told any of the guys on the team.
I had no idea!
The next day I went for a ten mile run with Josh along the river, all the way to Watertown. When we got back to the gym I was rubbing down my poor tired legs and didn't even see Josh strip down and jog off to the showers. It was late and he must have taken one of the world's fastest showers on record. He got out of there in like two minutes; I was still in my jock.
My legs really ached!
I think Josh explained to me where he was going, but my mind didn't really register it. I don't really remember. Being in a locker room, even one that's practically abandoned late in the day, always put my cock in charge. My brain was sort of on auto-pilot and just along for the ride.
I was still peeling off my socks when I discovered that I was not all alone in the locker room. Way, way off in the distance, I could hear that distinctive low whine of water running through a pipe.
Somebody was taking a shower. Yay! I listened again. It sounded like it might be coming from the coach's showers. In the far side of the gym, there was a little section that was set aside for the coaches and managers from all sports. They had bigger lockers over there, and there was sort of this funny twisty way you had to walk through a bunch of locker rows just to find it.
Mere students, like me, were supposed to shower in the main area and not really trespass into the forbidden zone reserved for the elite. But, of course, most of the guys from the track team looked awfully good naked so I had no objection and I showered with everybody else. And, to be honest, most of our coaches from track couldn't be bothered to have to walk way across the building just to clean up in their special reserved section, so they just showered with the rest of us. Plus, they probably thought that by getting nude and showering with us underclassmen, it would be good for team bonding. Our coaches were hot, so again, I had no objection.
But I heard water running, so, like a moth drawn to a flame, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed off in search of it.
It took me a while and I made a couple of wrong turns but I finally found the coach's showers. I hadn't ever been over here before so I wasn't totally sure what they were like.
When I got close enough and saw the source of the running water, I smiled. There were actually two showers running.
The coach's shower room was sort of retro, with real tile on the walls in a pretty pattern. The tile was yellow, and it actually looked clean! They didn't have formal dividers between the shower stalls, just sort of a little bump where the wall jutted out like a foot. Basically, you were in this big room where everybody showered together. The only thing you wouldn't be able to see in the shower stall right next to you was maybe the handle of the faucet. Cool.
I chose a stall directly across from the two men already there. They were next to each other, but both had their backs turned toward me, so I wasn't sure which coaches they were.
I tried to act like my being in this special section of the locker room was the most natural thing in the world.
I hoped my face looked like I was older, but that wasn't too likely. I still got mistaken for a junior high kid on occasion!
I turned to face the wall too, squirted some shampoo from the dispenser into my hand and set to work on my head. While the lather was running down my eyes, I thought I'd be brave and turn around.
Holy fuck!
The shampoo got in my eyes and burned them, but it was definitely worth it!
Guy number one, on the left, was a coach all right. It was Dyson Marshall. Actually Dyson Marshall, III.
Everybody knew Coach Marshall. He was one of the assistants from the Lacrosse team, but more importantly he was also the son of the university president. And like way hot too! Dyson Marshall III always seemed to be in the school paper, either because the Lacrosse team beat the crap out of somebody, or maybe because he was related to the big boss. Or most likely, just because we was just so incredibly good looking. A total New England blue-blood, but totally cute at the same time!
Coach Marshall on the short side, about 5'7" I'd say. But, he more than made up for that by having this very cut, very hot body. I'd seen him running along the river a couple of times and almost tripped over my feet as I went past. He had short, dark brown hair and very tight features. I'd estimate that he had approximately 0% body fat. I'd actually jerked off in my own bed thinking about the guy. Twice!
And now Dyson Marshall III was showering just a few feet away from me.
He had no hair on his chest, and just a dusting of it around his pubes. He probably had servants who were paid to remove it for him. And he was sort of pretty soaped up, so it was hard to get a good sense of his dick, partly because my eyes were on fire, but I was pretty sure that was not a flaccid dick.
Guy number two was my red-head from the bathroom, with all the attitude. And he was pretty soaped up too but there was no mistaking what he had going on below the waist. He was uncircumcised and you could see the little half head peeking out from his sleeve of foreskin.
And, he was almost totally hard!
I'm pretty sure the two of them must have thought that my eyes were closed since I had lather all over my face. After all, who would be so stupid to open their eyes when there was shampoo dripping down?
Well, me actually.
So anyway, they probably thought I hadn't actually seen anything—the hardening wiener of Dyson Marshall III, or even my favorite red-head from one of my BU bathroom adventures.
I turned back around quickly to face the faucet on my wall.
About a nanosecond later, as the water ran down my face and the stinging in my eyes got a little bit better, my cock got heavier and stretched out. That didn't take long. I hadn't even laid a hand on it! Uh oh, here we go, I thought.
I had to think. I needed a little time. What exactly did one do in this particular situation?
For the next few minutes, I made a huge deal about washing my rear end, over and over again. And, of course, I steered way clear of my dick. I used so much soap on my butt that I made this gigantic mountain of lather between my cheeks that fell in little splats onto the tile floor.
If the two of them were watching me, they must have thought now had the cleanest backside in Boston! Which, of course, was a matter of debate.
It had been like five minutes of butt-scrubbing when I finally got up the courage to turn around again. This time with no soap on my face and I got a clear view of Dyson Marshall III and Mr. Red-Head with the Attitude.
They were both stroking their dicks with soap and they were both totally hard.
The tip of Dyson's cock was bright red. From where I stood, I guessed it to be somewhere in the six to seven inch department. I'd already seen the redhead's dick up close and personal. It was still shockingly white but also had sort of a red tint out on the end. It was bigger and fatter than Dyson's.
Of course I had a hard-on too. At first Dyson didn't notice me, but the other guy did. He cleared his throat in a quiet little 'ahem' and Dyson looked up.
Dyson smiled. The red haired guy did too, but not quite so much.
Taking my cue, I squirted a little soap into my hand and began stroking the shaft of my cock. Just like they were doing.
For about a minute or so, the three of us worked our meat. Dyson Marshall III on his 6-7 incher. The guy with red hair and attitude on his 7 plus incher. And me on my eight and a third incher. It was a totally hot scene. Just like I'd imagined it in like a million or so of my greatest jerk-off fantasies.
We all kept half an eye on each other and half an eye on the entrance to the shower area. I'm not sure who we were exactly hoping would not come in, but we all kept up the vigil all the same. I was pretty certain that in the year or so that I'd been taking showers in the gym at BU I had never seen a single campus cop patrolling around.
So we kept beating off.
And looking at each other.
Finally, Dyson moved a little bit closer to the other guy. He responded in turn by moving closer to Dyson.
Oh my god! They were going to actually touch each other! Dyson Marshall III was about to actually touch another guy's weenie! Right in front of me! Holy fucking crap!
Without any warning, I came. Just like that!
Shit.
My little squirt of sperm shot like three feet away from me and made a straight line of white.
My two companions looked at me with funny grins. I turned beet red. What a time for me to get over-excited! Fuck, fuck, fuck!
After a moment of so, Dyson smiled a little bigger. He looked down at my load and then back up at me. He gave me an almost imperceptible nod.
I exhaled. Whew. A nod of approval.
Me cumming a little prematurely was apparently okay with him. I had just spooged in front of Dyson Marshall III and that was just fine. I stopped tugging on my cock and gave my balls a tug instead. Kind of by habit.
Dyson looked over at the red-haired guy and moved right next to him. He was totally out of the stream of his water now. As I watched closely, the other guy grabbed Dyson's dick. I took in a little quick breath and looked down at my penis. Sadly I was getting softer. But, but, I wanted to be grabbing some Dyson dick.
Oh well.
So, for the next five minutes, I watched my red-headed guy give Dyson an awesome blow job. A little masturbating. A little sucking off.
After a few more slurps from the red-head, Dyson's face contorted in a half twist. His abs tightened. And he blew a few drops of cum out from the top of his cockhead. Some landed on the other guy's cheek, and a little bit just kind of hung there, in mid-air, dangling from the end of Dyson's hard-on. Dyson looked over at me and I repeated the process of looking down at Dyson's load and then back up to his face. Finally I smiled, just like I'd seen him do with me. I tried to seem like I approved.
Which I definitely did.
Now there was only one of us left. Dyson and I looked at each other again, then back at the red-haired guy, whose ghostly white dick still poked upward. Dyson gave me a little head tilt, indicating that I should come on over and help him out to get the redhead off.
My eyes looked over at the other guy for a moment. Would it be okay?
For a moment the red-haired guy paused like he was thinking over some great dilemma. There was an uncomfortable pause as Dyson's dick began to droop. Mine even drooped a bit while the other guy thought over whether or not I was going to be allowed anywhere near his private parts. Finally, he smiled and nodded. He touched his index finger to his lips and then looked down at his boner. I took this to mean that I was to come over there and suck his dick.
As I have previously explained, I am always very agreeable. So I did.
I turned off my water and headed across to the other side. I got down on one knee and reached up for the long white weenie. But he stopped me. He grabbed my wrist and held it about three inches away from my goal. Dyson watched us. The redhead looked over at Dyson and made the same signal with his index finger on his lips. So Dyson turned off his water too and joined me on the floor.
When Dyson was in position, the red-haired guy finally released my wrist and allowed me to take hold of his dick. Dyson moved his head in close and the two of us met lips at the tip of the guy's cock. I let Dyson take the lead and he put his lips all the way around the fat head. I used my tongue on the bottom side of the shaft. Dyson pulled on the guy's balls and I put mine on his ass, my fingers digging lightly for the crease. While Dyson gave him head, I kept everything nicely lubed up with my tongue. Then we switched. I moved into a spot where I could get most of the guy's penis in my mouth and Dyson took up the licking. A few minutes later, Mr. Attitude lost control and really got into it. A couple of times, Dyson and I just jerked the shaft back and forth and managed a full-mouth kiss just between the two of us. Every time we did that I could feel Dyson's cool breath against the back of my throat and somehow that got my dick hard again.
While me and Dyson sucked off the redhead, Dyson reached over and found my cock. I had just gotten off but I was rock solid and erect already. Dyson smiled when he realized this. I grabbed for his dick too, but it didn't seem to have any life left. But I kept up stroking him all the same.
Oh my god, I was actually jacking off Dyson Marshall III!
Well, not exactly jacking him off, but you know, rubbing him up and down all the same while we both willed him to get harder.
Kissing Dyson was amazing.
He had a pretty small mouth, and really tight lips. It sort of felt like he was spring-loaded and tied up with rubber bands. But he was a really nice kisser and had very small but perfectly straight teeth. I'm sure that the university president had spent a fortune on Dyson's teeth!
Soon, kissing Dyson and man-handling his cock became much more important to me than sucking off the red-haired guy with attitude. Dyson seemed to appreciate that I had much more interest in him than in the other guy so after a while, Dyson and I just kept our mouths locked together. Meanwhile, Dyson stroked the red-head's cock with one hand, mine with the other. I pulled absently on the red-head's nut sack. Way up above us, I don't think he really noticed anyway; he was sort of lost in his own little world, trying hard to get off.
When the red-haired guy finally shot his load, it was pretty unimpressive. Dyson was at the helm for the final moment since I was too busy trying to get Dyson hard and concentrating on trying to get his entire mouth inside of mine.
We both looked up at the red-headed guy after he had cum. Dyson still had a fistful of sperm so he put it under the warm shower water from above to rinse it off. While he did, the red-haired guy turned off the water and abruptly left.
Dyson and I were still on the floor on one knee when he did. When we found ourselves alone, and Dyson still had sticky cum on his hand, we both smiled. True the red-haired guy was hot, but what a jerk!
Dyson stood up and turned the water back on. I joined him under the water. We kissed standing up. Dyson washed his hand off with a little help from me to get rid of a last few stringy bits. I was now completely erect, raring to go. There was a little extra something in Dyson's cock too. As we kissed some more, he got harder and harder.
It took about another half an hour for the two of us to finish up with our second orgasm of the afternoon. Well maybe it was evening by now.
When it was done, we walked back to Dyson's locker in the coach's section. He plugged my cell phone number into his cell and promised to call me the next day. I grinned to myself as I thought of Josh high-tailing it out of there after we'd gotten back from our long run. He'd missed out on a fantastic public fuck!
Too bad for him. Pretty fucking good for me.
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Oh, oh! TJ is now into hot public sex.....I'll give him a little tip. Next time he is in a stall with someone else, he needs a shopping bag. One person stands in the bag and if anyone was to make a leg check, they'd only find a lonely shopper.....lol However, after meeting with Dyson Marshall III he probably won't be doing that much public work. I'm glad to see he is really learning at good old BU. Thanks, Spike, for the update.
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Terrific update from my favorite author
Craiger
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I agree with Scottyboi, Spike. The sophomore year is almost half over.... We all need our fix. At least a Christmas present from our Apple Valley boy.
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2008spike
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Sorry for neglecting the site for a while, I have been very busy. But here it is...
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Now that I was in my second year at Boston University, I had decided to be pre-med.
I always liked Biology, and I'd done pretty well in stuff like that so far. Plus, being a doctor was sure to allow me to pay off all my student loans.
On the other hand, somewhere in the back of my mind I suppose I recognized that doctors got to check out a lot of dick.
Some more rational part of my brain reminded me that seeing the weenies of the sick wasn't probably the very best reason for someone to become a doctor. But, you know, if I could help out mankind (and womankind, every once in a while, perhaps on a case-by-case basis) then a few extra bonus boners was not too bad.
So, if I was really going to do this, I was going to have to buckle down and study my ass off! I pretty much could only get straight A's from here on out if I had any hope of getting into a good med school.
TJ's BU Weenie World would have to wait. There would be plenty of time for that once I'd gotten all my work done.
Chemistry, Calculus, Physics, more Chemistry! All these classes I was going to have to get through practically wore me out just thinking about them. I'd taken a few of the pre-requisites for med school already, but there was plenty to do still. And lots of studying.
Lots.
In the stacks of the library, perhaps.
First semester, sophomore year, I was in Organic Chem, Physics for Dummies (at least that's what the Engineering guys called it), Math (again), and two other classes to make me well-rounded: Twentieth Century Russian History (what the fuck was going on in this class, I had no idea), and Jazz Theory (a Mick if there ever was one).
Many days I came home after classes, study section, and lab and my brain ached. Two or three times after I sat in Chemistry Lab across from an amazingly cute Greek boy named Stavros (sp?), my dick ached too. Since Stavros had a maddening way of pretending that I completely didn't exist, I had decided that I just had to have him. Abso-fucking-lutely.
Poor Stavros. He had no idea what he was dealing with here.
Regardless of what was bothering me, running helped. After all my years of training back at Apple Valley High, and now here in New England, running was just a part of my routine. Fortunately for me (and also for Stavros), my BU Cross Country season was in full swing. I had to put in a lot of miles. And that kept me from stirring up trouble for myself.
And for guys like Stavros.
This season, I was concentrating almost exclusively on the 8K. It had been a new event for me last year as a Freshmen. Now, in my sophomore year, I began to understand how to run it. And I started to race well, even winning a few events in our meets with other schools in league.
Unlike last year, I qualified for an invitational that was held every year down in New York City.
When Coach came to tell me that I'd made it, I was shocked. It was a great achievement. Only four other guys on the squad made it. Nobody else made it for the 8K though. My roommate Josh was another one who qualified—he would be running the mile.
Trying to prepare for my first ever Invitational, I'd put in a huge amount of time. Since Josh made it too, we ran together. Early, late, between classes. Whatever. He and I seemed to be always out there slogging along the River or zipping around the track. My parents were excited too when I told them that I'd made the meet, they told me I could pick up a few extra pair of shoes on the card. Thank god!
I was determined to do well. Josh was too.
One day about 10 days before we were heading down to New York, I was lying on my bed trying to decide whether to get up or not and get some Advil for my legs when my phone rang. I answered it on the last ring, just like usual.
"Hello."
"Amigo!"
I grinned. There's nobody else who calls me that. It was Danny Leeman.
"What the fuck? Where have you been, dude?"
"Oh, you know, the usual shit. Running. I'm a Duck, remember, it's what we do here. Not much else."
Danny and his twin brother David were buddies from my high school team. They both got into the University of Oregon. Danny was definitely the evil twin. He was a very talented runner. But he was always a total loud mouth too. An arrogant, sex-starved piece of work!
He was a duck all right. More like a fuck.
I sighed.
"Amigo, I saw your name on the list for the 8K for this New York Invitational," Danny said. "It's awesome you qualified!"
I squinted my eyes. Wait, did he qualify too?
"Um," I said. "Thanks."
"Thanks nothing," Danny interrupted before I could get my question out. "I'm running it too! And I'm gonna pound your ass into the track."
"Oh my god!" I said. "You're coming back here to run it?"
"You bet your ass, amigo," Danny said. "It's my fifth Invitational already this year."
Shit.
"My first on the East Coast though," he added. As if that should provide me with some comfort.
"Um, what about David?"
"Nah, he didn't make it?" Danny explained.
Not really a total surprise that David didn't make the time. Danny was always the better runner, even if he didn't have to work very hard at it. David had always done pretty well for himself however, just by sheer force of will alone.
"Aw, that's too bad, it would have been great for us all to be together again," I said, meaning about 50% of it.
David was not only the nicer one, the twin who tried harder. David was always much easier to be around too. Danny was always getting himself—or the rest of us—into some kind of trouble!
"Don't worry about my bro, amigo," Danny said. "He's fine. He's got himself hooked up with a little stud muffin upper classmen."
"Really, I didn't know..."
"His name's Victor." Danny pronounced it 'Week-tore.'
"He's Ukrainian or Latvian or something. He has a giant Russian sausage and my poor tender bro gets impaled by the thing practically every night."
"Oh."
"I mean it's really big, TJ," Danny whispered, conspiratorially. "Even you'd be impressed."
"That big?"
"I mean, I've never seen it of course, but you know, it's how my bro describes it."
"Um."
"Don't get me wrong, I've certainly thought about sneaking over to ol' Vlad the Impaler's dorm room on many occasion and pretending to be Danny."
"Of course you have." I smiled.
"But, you know, I've got plenty of my own."
"Of course Danny. Guys are banging your door down."
"Yup."
"Yup."
I paused and took a breath. Any conversation with Danny Leeman was always exhausting.
"So what about you amigo? Boys?"
I grinned. "One or two," I said.
"At the same time I hope," Danny added with a chuckle.
"Yup, always."
"That's my boy,. TJ."
There was a silence. I think I was supposed to ask Danny more about his conquests with the men in Eugene.
"And you? Are you still seeing Smash?"
"Smash?"
"Yeah, wasn't that what his name was? That guy who could always beat you? You know, from your team?"
"Oh Smash."
"Yeah."
Danny sighed. "Nope, just a one night stand. I think he's straight anyway. I've tried quite a few times since that weekend you were out here with us. But, believe or not, he is somehow resisting the temptation to have sex with me."
"Unbelievable."
"I know! Right?"
"Sorry about that Danny," I said. "Seemed like a nice guy."
"Yeah, he's all right. But he's sort of stuck on himself."
Uh, hello! Wasn't I talking to the King of Stuck on Himself?
"Oh, yeah, that's not good," I said.
"Yeah."
"So anyway, when are coming out to New York?"
We were back on track now. Talking about running was safe territory.
"Well, actually..."
"What?"
"Well, that's the thing. I thought since I hadn't been out to visit back east in a really long time...."
"What?"
"Well, actually, I thought maybe I'd fly into Boston and visit you there at BU. You know, spend a little time."
"Really?"
"You know, and then the two of us could, you know drive down to NYC together."
I took a breath. I needed time to think about this. Danny Leeman in Boston? Danny Leeman in a car with me all the way down to New York? Hmm.
"Well, I suppose."
"Do you have room for me? I mean, I could just sleep on your couch or something."
"Um, well, yeah, I guess. Sure."
"Do you have a couch?"
I laughed.
"Of course we have a couch. We have sort of a suite. There are four of us. I room with Josh in one room, and my other two roommates have the other bedroom. Alan and Gage."
"Gage?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that a porno name?"
"It's funny, that's exactly what I said to him the first time I met him."
"See, I told you."
"But he's just a wrestler," I said. "A fucking hot wrestler. Just like my other roommate Alan."
"Whoa! Let me get this straight. You live with three other hot guys. One from the track team, and two from the wrestling team?"
"Yup."
"And they're each fucking hot as hell?"
"Mm hmm."
"Holy fellatio Batman! I can't wait to hear some stories!"
I nodded into the phone.
"I mean, you have stories, right?"
I giggled.
"Yes Danny, there are a few things we could talk about."
"Jesus Christ! I knew it! Why can't things like this ever happen to me? Why can't I live in a fucking college dorm with three other hot guys and get my brains fucked out on a daily basis?"
Maybe it's because you're an obnoxious pain in the ass and nobody wants to live with you?
"I don't know Danny. Maybe it'll happen next year. When you're a junior."
"From your mouth to God's ears," Danny said peacefully. "I only hope my folks don't make me live with brother for the third year in a row!"
I laughed.
"I mean, we're twins. Not Siamese twins! It's time to cut our ties and move on with our lives!"
"Right."
"Besides, I think bro is going to want to live on or around the huge penis of Mr. Week-tore."
I laughed harder.
So Danny and I made the arrangements for him to fly out to Boston about two days before the meet in New York. He would stay on our couch.
Really. I swear.
And then we would either take the train down to New York, or catch a ride with Coach if there was room. I had a feeling that Coach would be glad to fit in a runner from Oregon. That was the college track Mecca, of course, and Coach was always talking about the resources they had in their program that little programs like ours at BU could only dream about.
Eight days later, I got another call from Danny Leeman. He was at Logan, and he was going to take the T into the city. I explained to him how to use the Silver Line to South Station and then catch the right train over here to Comm Ave.
Instead of studying Physics (what was really the point, anyway?), I decided to shower and clean up. Nothing quite like a double-clean butt.
Just in case.
I was tugging on my underwear when the room phone went off telling me that "A Meester Donny Reemer" was downstairs for me.
I agreed. Knowing full well that this was already not a very good idea. I hustled into the rest of my clothes before Danny could walk in and seem me half-naked. Obviously, the boy had seen me with nothing on plenty of times.
Sigh.
I suppose there would be time for that later.
The very loud knock on the door scared the shit out of me! I took a breath and opened the door. There stood Meester Donny Reemer.
"Amigo!" he shouted, hugging me and smacking me on the back of the head at the same time.
"Hey Danny! Great seeing you!"
Danny released me and leaned backward to check me out. His brown eyes moved like an elevator up and down my body, and then back up to the top again. He gave out a low whistle as our eyes met.
"Looking fucking great, amigo! Boston's obviously treating you well."
"Yep. Um, I mean thanks!"
"You're getting laid all the time, I bet!"
"Um, well..."
He reached out a fist to squeeze my nipple, but I thought he might and wriggled backward just in time. He laughed and dropped his bag on the floor with a thud. He hitched both thumbs into his jeans and tried out a James Dean look. I think this meant I was supposed to look him over and pay him a compliment.
"You look pretty good too, Danny," I said. "You've been running a lot."
Danny turned his James Dean face into a smirk. "Duh!"
I smiled.
"Of course I've been running. I'm a Duck! A fucking Oregon Duck! That's all we do! We run! We fucking run all the time!"
I chuckled.
"You're a fucking duck, all right," I taunted.
He grabbed his package and gave it a light tug. I shook my head at him. This boy would never change. He was never gonna grow up.
Danny clapped his hands. He looked around our little apartment. I had picked up some of the stuff usually lying around. It looked pretty neat. For a college apartment where four guys lived! "Not bad," Danny said, pursing his lips again. He walked over to the windows at our view of the Mass Pike. "Pretty," he added with a smile.
"Thanks," I said. I joined him at the window and pointed to the cars zipping by on their way in and out of Boston. "Sometimes, if we're lucky and there's some traffic, you get a really awesome view of some hot guys in their cars."
"Convertibles?"
"Naw! This is New England, dude! You can't have a convertible here, the snow would like, I don't know, it would break the top."
Danny laughed. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. "Who's here?"
"Nobody. Right now, at least, I mean, it's just me."
Danny nodded.
"What?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh." Danny was horny. Well, isn't that a shocker?!
"Do you think we have time to?"
I smiled. Probably blushed too.
"You know, I mean right now. Just for old time's sake."
I felt my cock stretch out in my pants. It had been a few months since I'd had sex with Danny and his twin brother. On the way back home from Oregon. Danny was like a little sexual dynamo. But so was I, so what the fuck?
"Okay."
He raised his eyebrows. "Yes? That's a yes? That's it? That's all I have to do? Just ask?"
I nodded. Our eyes met again. I slanted my head toward the door to me and Josh's bedroom.
"In there?"
"Mm hmm."
"That's your room?"
"Mm hmm."
Danny had his pants around his ankles by the time he got to my door. He was wearing black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I grinned and followed him in. As I closed the door behind me, I pulled the green rubber band from its hook on the door jamb and placed it on the door knob. Hopefully Josh would see it before he barged in.
Inside my room, Danny flipped his Polo shirt over his head and onto the floor. Standing there nude in my room, with only his Calvin's on he looked amazing. His dark brown hair had grown a little longer and fell lightly onto his upper back. He had a tiny growth of dark thin hair right over his breast bone. His skin was smooth and pasty white where the singlet always covered his torso, a sort of bronze tone on all the other spots the singlet didn't cover.
All us runners had similar tans back in California. That is, those of us who could run outside and not have to deal with Boston cold!
Danny looked at me looking at him. "Yeah, I try to get outside and run without my shirt when I can. Just can't seem to get rid of these lines."
I giggled. "At least you have lines," I said. "I can't even run in a singlet. Have to wear long sleeves back here."
Danny nodded and walked over to me. He held my head in his hands and drew our faces together. His lips found mine and we kissed. Hungrily. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel Danny's dick get hard through his shorts. We came up for air and we smiled at each other.
"Been a long time, amigo," Danny said. "You taste fucking great!"
I turned red.
"You too dude." I added stupidly.
Then his mouth covered mine again, his teeth on my lips. His hands pulled my hips forward, our mid-sections smashed together. We both had erections. Danny slid his tongue out of my mouth and licked my lips like he was eating an ice cream cone.
"Let's get these fucking pants off of you amigo," he whispered.
Deftly, Danny's fingers unhitched my khaki pants and they immediately fell to the ground. My underwear was a soggy mess where my pre-cum had soaked them through.
"Nice!" Danny yelped as his palm rubbed my dick head through my shorts.
Then I yelped. "Whoa!"
"What?"
I shook my head. "No, it's okay, I guess it's just a little, you know, sensitive today."
Danny smiled and slid my underwear down onto my thighs. My hard cock popped up and a little drip of pre-cum flew into the air, landing on Danny's wrist.
"That's what I remember," Danny said smiling. "Now let's get this puppy all lubed up."
Danny dove down and wrapped his mouth around my dick, deep-throating me effortlessly. One hand pulled my nuts down, the other held onto my butt, for balance.
"Aah," I said, liking the feeling of my penis in the back of Danny's throat. "You're still pretty....fucking...good...at...sucking cock.......amigo," I managed. I was getting a fantastic blow job and it was not that easy to talk.
Danny mumbled something unintelligible. Even with the sound, he kept up his rhythm. Stroking my cock shaft, tugging on my balls, pulling my ass forward into his face. Fuck! He was really good at this!
"Danny, Jesus, take it easy, you'll get me off in like two seconds!" I warned.
"That's the idea, amigo," he said.
"Um."
"Then after you shoot your load down my throat, I'm gonna keep sucking you until you get hard again."
"Uh."
"Then, you're gonna fuck me with this big, huge TJ pole."
"Well, okay."
"Long and slow."
"All right."
"My brother isn't here. And I want all eight and a third inches all to myself."
"Yeah."
"Today I'm not a twin. I'm just me."
I smiled. Must be tough for the poor guy, I thought to myself. As Danny eased his lips around the tip of my rock hard dick again, I stopped thinking about being a twin. All I could do was think about what Danny was doing to my penis.
"Mmm," Danny said, licking a bit of my pre-cum from the corner of his mouth.
Uh oh.
With a few more strokes up and down on my hard-on, Danny got me off.
"Holy fucking shit!" I squealed, covering my mouth with my hand. Fuck! That was a really fast one. I can't remember when anybody had given me such good head!
"Danny, that was incredible." I whispered loudly.
Danny looked at me with my cock in his mouth. He smiled. "Shh," Danny said, as he lustily licked around the shaft, all the way from the top to the bottom. When he was through cleaning up the spermy mess, he finally came up to kiss me again. My dick was spent and my mouth was dry. Danny's mouth tasted faintly of that soap I'd used in the shower earlier and what I knew to be my usual scent.
I made a face.
Danny gave my dick a squeeze to see if he could milk just a little more out of me. I was still hard, but the cum was all gone. All swallowed. I shrugged my shoulders and Danny yanked me a few more times. Nope, nothing. It was like he sucked every last drop of cum right out of me. Just like he seemed to want.
Danny put his tongue in my mouth again. I tasted more semen. All right, already! He seemed to sense what I was going to say. We both laughed.
"Danny, that was fucking amazing."
"Thanks, it's my goal to eventually give a blow job to everybody I know. I'm just working my way down the list."
"Oh really, how's that going for you so far?"
"Not bad, Teej. Not bad. I'll let you know when I get down to your dad."
I stuck my tongue out in disgust. "You're such a pervert!" I said.
"Fuck you. I'm not! I just like sucking dick." He grabbed hold of my weenie again and rubbed his thumb around the top. While he was distracted, I thought I'd take advantage of the opening and peel off the rest of Danny's clothes. I tried to move Danny's boxer briefs down from his waist, but he resisted.
"No, not yet. There will time enough for that in just a few minutes."
"Uh, well..."
"But right now, I'm gonna suck your dick some more. I want it in my ass!"
"You do?"
He nodded.
"Uh, well, okay. I have no idea how long it will take me to get going again."
Danny pursed his lips and shook his head, ignoring my remark. Then he bent his knees and went down on the floor again. His lips felt cool and damp on my dick. I was still in that very sensitive post-orgasm state and my butt contracted as I tried not to giggle. Reflexively I pulled away, but there was really no place for me to go.
We hadn't moved even an inch since we'd walked into me and Josh's bedroom. Sensing that some change of scenery was in order, I dragged Danny and his mouth over to the side of my bed. Owing to his uber-flexibility, his lips never left my cock. I eased myself onto the edge of my bed and Danny assumed a new position, kneeling between my spread out thighs.
Danny began to rub the outer fabric of his shorts. I could just make out the famous Leeman jewels. I felt a drop of saliva form at the corner of my mouth. If Danny noticed me watching him rub himself, he didn't let on. I sort of enjoyed the show. He was definitely hard, but he wasn't really trying too much yet. I could see a moist area where I was pretty sure the end of his penis banged up against his underwear. I didn't remember him to be a big pre-cummer like me. This was new!
It didn't take long before Danny had me going again. Hoovering away, he'd gotten me past that super-sensitive phase. Not I was starting to enjoy it again. And Danny knew it. He seemed to sense that my dick got a little stiffer once I relaxed.
He took his mouth off for a moment. He fisted the base of my dick and squeezed, making the parts above his hand get a little thicker.
"Fuck yeah, TJ!" he said. "Are you sure you're not up to nine and a third?"
"No Danny, sorry, I didn't grow an inch since you last saw me a few months ago."
He grinned. Then he went back to work. Why was the second time around always so much better? After a minute of two, Danny had me bucking my hips up and down in rhythm with him, another fantastic blow job!
"Danny, you'd better stop, you'll make me cum again," I said.
He lightened the pressure and let his lips linger just below the red ring. He moved his hand to my balls and played with those for a while so I could come back down to earth.
I watched as Danny finally pushed his Calvin's down.
His erect cock slipped out. It wasn't as big or as thick as mine, but it had a really nice shape. He had let his pubic hair grow a little more than the last time we had sex on the way down from Oregon.
It was a really beautiful dick! If I was going to take a picture of a penis and put it on my wall as a fine example of what they are supposed to look like, Danny's would have been just perfect! I longed to put it in my mouth, and I tried to sit up a few times and grab hold of Danny's hips to pull him up toward my face. Nothing doing, Danny wasn't interested.
"Danny," I said. I needed to register some kind of protest.
He shook his head. We both looked down at his cock approvingly. He rolled his eyes and then licked his fingers. He was using a mix of spit and whatever tiny little bit of my cum was left to moisten up his hole. He used one hand to sort of hold his own butt cheeks apart and he kept yanking on my cock with the other. I helped him out by using my own hand to hold his other ass cheek apart. This he let me do.
While he sucked me harder, I heard him say "Thanks."
"My pleasure," I said, grinning. He was being polite. Just before getting fucked, he had remembered his manners!
"Sure," I said, remembering mine too.
"Fuck me TJ."
"Okay."
"Now," he commanded.
"Okay," I said again.
Danny crawled up on top of me, facing me. He positioned my dick in the crack of his ass and we both blindly tried to find the opening.
"Yow," Danny said.
Apparently the opening had been located.
"You've got a big fucking dick, TJ," Danny said with a smile.
"Um, we don't have to do this," I said.
"Yes we do."
I raised my eyebrows at him, silently asking him again if he was sure. I mean, I had already gotten off. I would probably be okay if we stopped. Plus I could just return the favor and suck him off as well.
"That first few seconds are always the toughest," Danny reminded me unnecessarily.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Then, it's gonna be smooth sailing," Danny added.
Butt-fucking 101. Taught by Danny Leeman. This was a class I could take.
Danny took a deep breath and put my cock on the target again. I was about to remind Danny that I probably had some lube some place; we didn't have to do this with just saliva! We both heard the door to the outside hallway close. We both stopped and became quiet immediately, listening for sounds outside the bedroom door.
Who was home? I thought everybody still had late classes today. Josh had a Chemistry lab, I know, and my other two roommates, Alan and Gage were in an Econ lecture I thought. Plus then they both had wrestling practice. I had thought that Danny and I would have the place to ourselves for like 3-4 hours.
Then we heard a backpack was thrown noisily onto a table. The refrigerator door was opened. I heard the distinctive sound of a Coke can being opened.
Danny looked at me to see what we should do. I held a finger to my lips. We both turned our heads toward the bedroom door. It was closed, but I hadn't locked it. What an idiot!
Outside the door, I thought I heard somebody sit down on the couch. Danny and I stayed absolutely still, though in all the excitement Danny had somehow managed to get my cock into his butthole by about an inch.
A thud.
Danny pointed at his foot. Probably, whoever it was out there had just taken off a shoe and let it fall on the floor.
Another thud, this one slightly louder.
Danny and I looked at each other. Definitely the shoes.
Danny slipped down a little bit lower on my dick. I saw his eyes close as he willed away the pain. The good pain. His mouth opened and he took me in completely. Quietly, he remained perfectly still. Only breathing. Letting his ass get used to my dick inside there. Finally he sighed and opened his eyes.
"Good, right?" Danny asked in a whisper. "You're all the way in?"
I looked down. Danny's cock was standing upright, his ass straddled my hips. I could see no air between Danny's ass and the base of my penis. Yep, I was probably already completely in him.
"I think so," I said, nodding.
"Good," he said. "I don't think she could take much more Captain." Danny imitated the famous Star Trek line.
I laughed out loud. Even with a dick up his ass, the guy was pretty fucking funny.
"Shh," Danny whispered. This time, he held his finger up to his lips.
I mouthed the word 'sorry.'
Apparently Danny's finger must have smelled good to him. He stuck it in his mouth and gave it a lick.
"Ew," I said.
"You want some?" He popped his finger out and stuck it inside of my mouth. I tried to bat him away with an elbow but he was too quick. He finger wound up on top of my tongue. It tasted like butt.
"Danny!"
"Shh," he whispered again, more loudly.
We heard something slam outside the bedroom door. What was it? We both stopped what we were doing (actually I wasn't doing much of anything, other than trying to spit Danny's finger out of my mouth).
"Is somebody in there?"
I exhaled. The voice outside was Gage. It wasn't Josh.
Oh no, Gage didn't know the code with the door knob!
"Hello?"
Silently, Danny ground his butt around in a circle as if he was trying to make the hole bigger. I gave him my best 'what the fuck?' look.
I sighed.
"Hey Gage," I shouted. "Just me."
"TJ?"
"Yeah, I'm just studying."
Danny shot me a look like I was a moron.
"I guess I need a little quiet time right now," I said. "Big test coming up."
"Oh really," I heard Gage say.
I shook my head at Danny. He was grinning ear to ear, now starting to bounce up and down on my hips. There was a faint slapping sound. I used a hand to try and stop Danny from fucking himself on my dick. Now was not the time to be making any sound at all. Not while I was trying to lie to my roommate. Not while I was trying to keep him out of my bedroom by convincing him that I needed to study. Danny was not slowing down. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the little sounds his ass cheeks made as they smacked down again and again on me, skin to skin.
"TJ, I'm gonna make a sandwich, do you want something?" Gage asked.
"No thanks," I shouted. I tried to sound as if this was my final answer.
The bedroom door opened. "Are you sure?" Gage asked.
"Don't come in," I said, sort of in slow motion. Danny and I watched Gage's face as he slowly realized that he had just walked in on one of his roommates fucking another dude. He turned red and his jaw dropped.
"Whoa," Gage said.
Danny lifted one fist in the air. Like a rodeo cowboy. He was smiling, loving that he had just been caught in the act. Of course, Gage being fucking amazing looking helped.
"Gage, can you..." I started.
"Um, yeah, I mean, yeah, of course. I'm sorry. I didn't..."
He quickly closed the door.
Me and Danny were alone again. I sighed again.
I listened carefully. I wanted to make sure that Gage had really walked away and hadn't just closed the door so he could listen in. I heard nothing.
"Gage?" I said, mostly in a whisper.
The reply was instantaneous. "What TJ? Do you need something?"
"What the fuck, Gage? Are you standing right there?"
"Right where?"
Obviously he was. His voice came from just outside the bedroom door.
"Gage, why are you just standing there?"
Danny bounced on my cock some more, the skin on skin smacking sound louder than ever. Danny brushed my hands away as I tried to slow him down. He would have none of that.
"Um, how do you know I'm just standing here?"
"Gage. Seriously dude? I'm not an idiot."
Danny let out a little whoop. I shot him a look of death.
"It's true Gage," Danny decided to speak. "I can definitely vouch for my friend here. TJ is not an idiot."
Gage laughed. He was like inches away, the thin door made it seem like he was practically standing right beside us.
"Right," Gage agreed.
"And I can also verify another thing about our friend TJ."
I shook my head vigorously. Unsuccessfully I tried to pull my penis out of Danny's ass, but he clenched down around me and I was trapped.
"Oh yeah," Gage asked with a chuckle. "What's that?"
"I can verify that our boy TJ has a huge fucking wiener," Danny said calmly. One hand reached down and tugged on my nut sack.
"Aah," I said.
Gage cracked up.
"Jesus Christ, Danny!" I said.
"You're buddy is hung long and thick. Like a little pony," Danny added with a giggle.
I exhaled loudly and tried to pull my cock out of Danny. Again I failed.
"Thanks, but I already know that," Gage said.
"Oh really?" Danny said. He was bouncing up and down on my dick shaft like he was on a trampoline now. "TJ never mentioned that he had a roommate who knew the secret."
"The secret?" Gage asked.
"Well, you're right. I suppose at this point, it's really not such a secret back here in Boston," Danny said. "I mean, the guys been here for over a year now. I'm not surprised at all that most everyone know."
"Knows what?"
"That I have a big dick!" I shouted. "That it's eight and a third inches from top to bottom. That I love to fucking show it off. That I..."
Danny and Gage laughed out loud together. Clearly the two were enjoying this very odd situation. Danny clenched his butt again and wiggled side to side at the same time.
I let out a little moan. Despite everything, my dick was definitely having a good time!
The door opened. And there, once again, was the smiling face of my roommate Gage. He had taken off his shirt.
Oh fuck.
Danny whistled.
"Oh boy!" Danny said. "TJ never told me anything about you!"
"Really?" Gage asked.
Gage took a couple steps into the room. Danny kept springing up and down on my hips. I closed my eyes, covering them with my elbow.
Danny reached out to shake Gage's hand. "Hi, I'm Danny." Danny's rhythmic bouncing never missed a beat.
"Pleased to meet you Danny," Gage said, offering his hand as well. "Gage."
Danny nodded.
"And you have a very nice chest, Gage."
"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," Gage said.
Oh God. Here we go.
"Thanks dude. I run a lot. Plus they make us spend a crazy amount of time in the weight room."
"Yeah? Me too. Coaches here at BU are brutal tyrants."
"Same at Oregon."
"You go to Oregon? You're a Duck?"
"Yep. I'm a fucking Duck!"
I looked up at the two guys having this strange college conversation above me. "Guys! Seriously? Can we talk about this later? Over a beer?"
"Teej, you're being rude," Danny said. "I'm merely trying to be friendly with your roommate here. We've only just met. I was always raised to be polite."
Danny kept his eyes glued to Gage's chest. It was clean shaven and perfectly defined. Gage was having a pretty good wrestling season so far. I think some of the credit probably goes to the great conditioning.
Meanwhile, Danny kept fucking himself on my cock. Gage watched carefully as well.
"Nice ass," Gage said.
"Thanks amigo," Danny said. "When I'm done with TJ here, would you like to..."
Gage turned red.
Seriously? Now he gets embarrassed?!
"Would I like to what?" Gage asked. Clearly he knew what Danny was going to say. He was just playing with him.
"You know, would you like to see my nice ass a little more? You know, up close and personal?"
Gage smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Hmm," he said. He was pretending to think it over.
"I can verify for you roomie," I said. "Danny does have a tight little butt."
"All us runners do." Danny agreed.
Gage rubbed his chin. I could see that Gage's mid-section was even fuller than usual. No surprise there. Here in the apartment, the group of us had talked many times about Gage's ability to get an erection at the blink of an eye.
"Well, guys, it really sounds tempting, but..."
Danny frowned.
"I'm sorry, but I actually do have to study. I've got an Econ mid-term that I'm like way behind on."
"Aw," Danny whined.
"Plus I smell pretty bad. I had practice earlier and I didn't bother to shower."
"Yum," Danny said.
Gage grinned again. "Trust me, I'm gross," he said.
Danny reached out and tweaked one of Gage's nipples. Gage didn't move.
Gage backed away a few steps.
"Come on," Danny begged.
In one smooth motion, Danny lifted himself up off of my cock. As his butt released me, there was a little popping sound. Danny partially stood up and pointed his ass toward Gage, now at the door.
"See? Plenty of room for more, amigo."
"Very nice," Gage laughed. "Let me check back with you guys later. After I get through some of this stuff."
"Aw!" Danny said again.
Gage quietly shut the door. Danny and I were alone again.
"Huh!" Danny said.
I don't think that Danny was used to being turned down when he made somebody a serious sexual offer like that. And he was certainly not happy to have his offer declined when he was even pointing his butt in the air and spreading his cheeks wide!
Very classy, I thought to myself.
Danny lay down on my bed. This time on his back. He put my pillow under his hips and hoisted his legs into the air.
"Okay amigo, get back in there," he said. "You promised."
Classy or not, a fuck was a fuck.
So, I dutifully maneuvered Mr. Happy once again in between Danny's thighs. I bent my knees and then grabbed hold of both of his bare feet to get into the right angle.
Bingo!
Like a well-trained magnet, my cock miraculously found the perfect spot between Danny's cheeks and slipped right in. I hadn't done anything at all to help! I was in. I took a moment to let Danny breathe, and for his ass muscles to loosen up so I could move back and forth.
"Ahh," Danny said. He was smiling. His muscles relaxed and I plunged in all the way.
"Are you sure you can live with just me?" I asked, as I watched the shaft of my cock appear and disappear. "I mean, if you want to wait for Gage, it's okay with me."
A surprised expression came over Danny's face.
"No amigo, I'm ready to get fucked by you. I've been looking forward to this for a few months now. And now that it's happening, I'm going to do it. No third party needed."
"Okay then," I said.
"Of course, if he walked back in here with his man-meat hard as a rock, I might reconsider."
I smiled. Of course he would. Our eyes met and he blew me a kiss with his lips. My hips started smacking against Danny's ass, and I started to enjoy myself all over again. Fucking my high school track buddy was one of those good things in life that I thought about a lot when I beat off by myself. Only most of the time, I had myself being gang-banged by the pole vaulters or the sprinters.
I looked down at Danny. He had his eyes closed and was probably thinking about pole vaulters too.
"Fuck me TJ, fuck me," Danny shouted, way too loudly. Uh oh, there's no way Gage didn't hear that.
Outside the door, Gage laughed. Fuck.
Oh well, I thought to myself. Apparently Gage really was trying to study and really wasn't going to join us. At least, not yet. And so I rammed myself into Danny's behind as hard as I could.
"Is that good?" I asked, really wondering if I was doing a good job. I was definitely more of a bottom than a top and I was never sure whether I was all that great fucking somebody else.
"Aah," Danny shrieked. "Fuck yeah, amigo! That's fucking great!"
Shit.
"Guys!" Gage yelled from outside. "Can you keep it down just a tiny bit? I am trying to get some work done here."
"What? Does the guy not have his own bedroom where he can study?" Danny said softly to me. I put my finger on his lips to shush him. Then I giggled and jack-hammered Danny again with my dick. Danny let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure. I used my thumb along with my index finger and squeezed his lips together so that he couldn't talk.
The perfect way to hang out with my buddy Danny Leeman! Legs spread wide in the air, unable to speak. I blew Danny back the same kiss he had sent me before.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Danny said through his closed mouth.
Outside the room, I heard a loud bang.
"Oh what the fuck?" I heard Gage say through the closed door. Then footsteps.
Danny and I looked over to the door. It opened. There stood my roommate Gage. Still shirtless, one hand on the edge of the door, one hand down the front of his pants. He had a smirk on his face. His sandy blonde hair was still messed up from wrestling practice earlier. His gorgeous eyes zeroed right in on my cock, pounding the shit out of Danny's ass.
"All right, I'm not actually getting anything done out there," he said. "I might as well help you guys along. "
Danny grinned from ear to ear. "Yippee-fucking-yay!" he said.
"What do I do?" Gage said.
"Nothing," Danny answered. "Absolutely nothing! Just get yourself over here and I will do it all."
Gage smiled. "Okay, just go easy on me," he said.
Danny and I looked at each other. Yeah sure.
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Now that I was in my second year at Boston University, I had decided to be pre-med.
I always liked Biology, and I'd done pretty well in stuff like that so far. Plus, being a doctor was sure to allow me to pay off all my student loans.
On the other hand, somewhere in the back of my mind I suppose I recognized that doctors got to check out a lot of dick.
Some more rational part of my brain reminded me that seeing the weenies of the sick wasn't probably the very best reason for someone to become a doctor. But, you know, if I could help out mankind (and womankind, every once in a while, perhaps on a case-by-case basis) then a few extra bonus boners was not too bad.
So, if I was really going to do this, I was going to have to buckle down and study my ass off! I pretty much could only get straight A's from here on out if I had any hope of getting into a good med school.
TJ's BU Weenie World would have to wait. There would be plenty of time for that once I'd gotten all my work done.
Chemistry, Calculus, Physics, more Chemistry! All these classes I was going to have to get through practically wore me out just thinking about them. I'd taken a few of the pre-requisites for med school already, but there was plenty to do still. And lots of studying.
Lots.
In the stacks of the library, perhaps.
First semester, sophomore year, I was in Organic Chem, Physics for Dummies (at least that's what the Engineering guys called it), Math (again), and two other classes to make me well-rounded: Twentieth Century Russian History (what the fuck was going on in this class, I had no idea), and Jazz Theory (a Mick if there ever was one).
Many days I came home after classes, study section, and lab and my brain ached. Two or three times after I sat in Chemistry Lab across from an amazingly cute Greek boy named Stavros (sp?), my dick ached too. Since Stavros had a maddening way of pretending that I completely didn't exist, I had decided that I just had to have him. Abso-fucking-lutely.
Poor Stavros. He had no idea what he was dealing with here.
Regardless of what was bothering me, running helped. After all my years of training back at Apple Valley High, and now here in New England, running was just a part of my routine. Fortunately for me (and also for Stavros), my BU Cross Country season was in full swing. I had to put in a lot of miles. And that kept me from stirring up trouble for myself.
And for guys like Stavros.
This season, I was concentrating almost exclusively on the 8K. It had been a new event for me last year as a Freshmen. Now, in my sophomore year, I began to understand how to run it. And I started to race well, even winning a few events in our meets with other schools in league.
Unlike last year, I qualified for an invitational that was held every year down in New York City.
When Coach came to tell me that I'd made it, I was shocked. It was a great achievement. Only four other guys on the squad made it. Nobody else made it for the 8K though. My roommate Josh was another one who qualified—he would be running the mile.
Trying to prepare for my first ever Invitational, I'd put in a huge amount of time. Since Josh made it too, we ran together. Early, late, between classes. Whatever. He and I seemed to be always out there slogging along the River or zipping around the track. My parents were excited too when I told them that I'd made the meet, they told me I could pick up a few extra pair of shoes on the card. Thank god!
I was determined to do well. Josh was too.
One day about 10 days before we were heading down to New York, I was lying on my bed trying to decide whether to get up or not and get some Advil for my legs when my phone rang. I answered it on the last ring, just like usual.
"Hello."
"Amigo!"
I grinned. There's nobody else who calls me that. It was Danny Leeman.
"What the fuck? Where have you been, dude?"
"Oh, you know, the usual shit. Running. I'm a Duck, remember, it's what we do here. Not much else."
Danny and his twin brother David were buddies from my high school team. They both got into the University of Oregon. Danny was definitely the evil twin. He was a very talented runner. But he was always a total loud mouth too. An arrogant, sex-starved piece of work!
He was a duck all right. More like a fuck.
I sighed.
"Amigo, I saw your name on the list for the 8K for this New York Invitational," Danny said. "It's awesome you qualified!"
I squinted my eyes. Wait, did he qualify too?
"Um," I said. "Thanks."
"Thanks nothing," Danny interrupted before I could get my question out. "I'm running it too! And I'm gonna pound your ass into the track."
"Oh my god!" I said. "You're coming back here to run it?"
"You bet your ass, amigo," Danny said. "It's my fifth Invitational already this year."
Shit.
"My first on the East Coast though," he added. As if that should provide me with some comfort.
"Um, what about David?"
"Nah, he didn't make it?" Danny explained.
Not really a total surprise that David didn't make the time. Danny was always the better runner, even if he didn't have to work very hard at it. David had always done pretty well for himself however, just by sheer force of will alone.
"Aw, that's too bad, it would have been great for us all to be together again," I said, meaning about 50% of it.
David was not only the nicer one, the twin who tried harder. David was always much easier to be around too. Danny was always getting himself—or the rest of us—into some kind of trouble!
"Don't worry about my bro, amigo," Danny said. "He's fine. He's got himself hooked up with a little stud muffin upper classmen."
"Really, I didn't know..."
"His name's Victor." Danny pronounced it 'Week-tore.'
"He's Ukrainian or Latvian or something. He has a giant Russian sausage and my poor tender bro gets impaled by the thing practically every night."
"Oh."
"I mean it's really big, TJ," Danny whispered, conspiratorially. "Even you'd be impressed."
"That big?"
"I mean, I've never seen it of course, but you know, it's how my bro describes it."
"Um."
"Don't get me wrong, I've certainly thought about sneaking over to ol' Vlad the Impaler's dorm room on many occasion and pretending to be Danny."
"Of course you have." I smiled.
"But, you know, I've got plenty of my own."
"Of course Danny. Guys are banging your door down."
"Yup."
"Yup."
I paused and took a breath. Any conversation with Danny Leeman was always exhausting.
"So what about you amigo? Boys?"
I grinned. "One or two," I said.
"At the same time I hope," Danny added with a chuckle.
"Yup, always."
"That's my boy,. TJ."
There was a silence. I think I was supposed to ask Danny more about his conquests with the men in Eugene.
"And you? Are you still seeing Smash?"
"Smash?"
"Yeah, wasn't that what his name was? That guy who could always beat you? You know, from your team?"
"Oh Smash."
"Yeah."
Danny sighed. "Nope, just a one night stand. I think he's straight anyway. I've tried quite a few times since that weekend you were out here with us. But, believe or not, he is somehow resisting the temptation to have sex with me."
"Unbelievable."
"I know! Right?"
"Sorry about that Danny," I said. "Seemed like a nice guy."
"Yeah, he's all right. But he's sort of stuck on himself."
Uh, hello! Wasn't I talking to the King of Stuck on Himself?
"Oh, yeah, that's not good," I said.
"Yeah."
"So anyway, when are coming out to New York?"
We were back on track now. Talking about running was safe territory.
"Well, actually..."
"What?"
"Well, that's the thing. I thought since I hadn't been out to visit back east in a really long time...."
"What?"
"Well, actually, I thought maybe I'd fly into Boston and visit you there at BU. You know, spend a little time."
"Really?"
"You know, and then the two of us could, you know drive down to NYC together."
I took a breath. I needed time to think about this. Danny Leeman in Boston? Danny Leeman in a car with me all the way down to New York? Hmm.
"Well, I suppose."
"Do you have room for me? I mean, I could just sleep on your couch or something."
"Um, well, yeah, I guess. Sure."
"Do you have a couch?"
I laughed.
"Of course we have a couch. We have sort of a suite. There are four of us. I room with Josh in one room, and my other two roommates have the other bedroom. Alan and Gage."
"Gage?"
"Yes."
"Isn't that a porno name?"
"It's funny, that's exactly what I said to him the first time I met him."
"See, I told you."
"But he's just a wrestler," I said. "A fucking hot wrestler. Just like my other roommate Alan."
"Whoa! Let me get this straight. You live with three other hot guys. One from the track team, and two from the wrestling team?"
"Yup."
"And they're each fucking hot as hell?"
"Mm hmm."
"Holy fellatio Batman! I can't wait to hear some stories!"
I nodded into the phone.
"I mean, you have stories, right?"
I giggled.
"Yes Danny, there are a few things we could talk about."
"Jesus Christ! I knew it! Why can't things like this ever happen to me? Why can't I live in a fucking college dorm with three other hot guys and get my brains fucked out on a daily basis?"
Maybe it's because you're an obnoxious pain in the ass and nobody wants to live with you?
"I don't know Danny. Maybe it'll happen next year. When you're a junior."
"From your mouth to God's ears," Danny said peacefully. "I only hope my folks don't make me live with brother for the third year in a row!"
I laughed.
"I mean, we're twins. Not Siamese twins! It's time to cut our ties and move on with our lives!"
"Right."
"Besides, I think bro is going to want to live on or around the huge penis of Mr. Week-tore."
I laughed harder.
So Danny and I made the arrangements for him to fly out to Boston about two days before the meet in New York. He would stay on our couch.
Really. I swear.
And then we would either take the train down to New York, or catch a ride with Coach if there was room. I had a feeling that Coach would be glad to fit in a runner from Oregon. That was the college track Mecca, of course, and Coach was always talking about the resources they had in their program that little programs like ours at BU could only dream about.
Eight days later, I got another call from Danny Leeman. He was at Logan, and he was going to take the T into the city. I explained to him how to use the Silver Line to South Station and then catch the right train over here to Comm Ave.
Instead of studying Physics (what was really the point, anyway?), I decided to shower and clean up. Nothing quite like a double-clean butt.
Just in case.
I was tugging on my underwear when the room phone went off telling me that "A Meester Donny Reemer" was downstairs for me.
I agreed. Knowing full well that this was already not a very good idea. I hustled into the rest of my clothes before Danny could walk in and seem me half-naked. Obviously, the boy had seen me with nothing on plenty of times.
Sigh.
I suppose there would be time for that later.
The very loud knock on the door scared the shit out of me! I took a breath and opened the door. There stood Meester Donny Reemer.
"Amigo!" he shouted, hugging me and smacking me on the back of the head at the same time.
"Hey Danny! Great seeing you!"
Danny released me and leaned backward to check me out. His brown eyes moved like an elevator up and down my body, and then back up to the top again. He gave out a low whistle as our eyes met.
"Looking fucking great, amigo! Boston's obviously treating you well."
"Yep. Um, I mean thanks!"
"You're getting laid all the time, I bet!"
"Um, well..."
He reached out a fist to squeeze my nipple, but I thought he might and wriggled backward just in time. He laughed and dropped his bag on the floor with a thud. He hitched both thumbs into his jeans and tried out a James Dean look. I think this meant I was supposed to look him over and pay him a compliment.
"You look pretty good too, Danny," I said. "You've been running a lot."
Danny turned his James Dean face into a smirk. "Duh!"
I smiled.
"Of course I've been running. I'm a Duck! A fucking Oregon Duck! That's all we do! We run! We fucking run all the time!"
I chuckled.
"You're a fucking duck, all right," I taunted.
He grabbed his package and gave it a light tug. I shook my head at him. This boy would never change. He was never gonna grow up.
Danny clapped his hands. He looked around our little apartment. I had picked up some of the stuff usually lying around. It looked pretty neat. For a college apartment where four guys lived! "Not bad," Danny said, pursing his lips again. He walked over to the windows at our view of the Mass Pike. "Pretty," he added with a smile.
"Thanks," I said. I joined him at the window and pointed to the cars zipping by on their way in and out of Boston. "Sometimes, if we're lucky and there's some traffic, you get a really awesome view of some hot guys in their cars."
"Convertibles?"
"Naw! This is New England, dude! You can't have a convertible here, the snow would like, I don't know, it would break the top."
Danny laughed. He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked around. "Who's here?"
"Nobody. Right now, at least, I mean, it's just me."
Danny nodded.
"What?"
"What do you think?"
"Oh." Danny was horny. Well, isn't that a shocker?!
"Do you think we have time to?"
I smiled. Probably blushed too.
"You know, I mean right now. Just for old time's sake."
I felt my cock stretch out in my pants. It had been a few months since I'd had sex with Danny and his twin brother. On the way back home from Oregon. Danny was like a little sexual dynamo. But so was I, so what the fuck?
"Okay."
He raised his eyebrows. "Yes? That's a yes? That's it? That's all I have to do? Just ask?"
I nodded. Our eyes met again. I slanted my head toward the door to me and Josh's bedroom.
"In there?"
"Mm hmm."
"That's your room?"
"Mm hmm."
Danny had his pants around his ankles by the time he got to my door. He was wearing black Calvin Klein boxer briefs. I grinned and followed him in. As I closed the door behind me, I pulled the green rubber band from its hook on the door jamb and placed it on the door knob. Hopefully Josh would see it before he barged in.
Inside my room, Danny flipped his Polo shirt over his head and onto the floor. Standing there nude in my room, with only his Calvin's on he looked amazing. His dark brown hair had grown a little longer and fell lightly onto his upper back. He had a tiny growth of dark thin hair right over his breast bone. His skin was smooth and pasty white where the singlet always covered his torso, a sort of bronze tone on all the other spots the singlet didn't cover.
All us runners had similar tans back in California. That is, those of us who could run outside and not have to deal with Boston cold!
Danny looked at me looking at him. "Yeah, I try to get outside and run without my shirt when I can. Just can't seem to get rid of these lines."
I giggled. "At least you have lines," I said. "I can't even run in a singlet. Have to wear long sleeves back here."
Danny nodded and walked over to me. He held my head in his hands and drew our faces together. His lips found mine and we kissed. Hungrily. Our bodies pressed together, I could feel Danny's dick get hard through his shorts. We came up for air and we smiled at each other.
"Been a long time, amigo," Danny said. "You taste fucking great!"
I turned red.
"You too dude." I added stupidly.
Then his mouth covered mine again, his teeth on my lips. His hands pulled my hips forward, our mid-sections smashed together. We both had erections. Danny slid his tongue out of my mouth and licked my lips like he was eating an ice cream cone.
"Let's get these fucking pants off of you amigo," he whispered.
Deftly, Danny's fingers unhitched my khaki pants and they immediately fell to the ground. My underwear was a soggy mess where my pre-cum had soaked them through.
"Nice!" Danny yelped as his palm rubbed my dick head through my shorts.
Then I yelped. "Whoa!"
"What?"
I shook my head. "No, it's okay, I guess it's just a little, you know, sensitive today."
Danny smiled and slid my underwear down onto my thighs. My hard cock popped up and a little drip of pre-cum flew into the air, landing on Danny's wrist.
"That's what I remember," Danny said smiling. "Now let's get this puppy all lubed up."
Danny dove down and wrapped his mouth around my dick, deep-throating me effortlessly. One hand pulled my nuts down, the other held onto my butt, for balance.
"Aah," I said, liking the feeling of my penis in the back of Danny's throat. "You're still pretty....fucking...good...at...sucking cock.......amigo," I managed. I was getting a fantastic blow job and it was not that easy to talk.
Danny mumbled something unintelligible. Even with the sound, he kept up his rhythm. Stroking my cock shaft, tugging on my balls, pulling my ass forward into his face. Fuck! He was really good at this!
"Danny, Jesus, take it easy, you'll get me off in like two seconds!" I warned.
"That's the idea, amigo," he said.
"Um."
"Then after you shoot your load down my throat, I'm gonna keep sucking you until you get hard again."
"Uh."
"Then, you're gonna fuck me with this big, huge TJ pole."
"Well, okay."
"Long and slow."
"All right."
"My brother isn't here. And I want all eight and a third inches all to myself."
"Yeah."
"Today I'm not a twin. I'm just me."
I smiled. Must be tough for the poor guy, I thought to myself. As Danny eased his lips around the tip of my rock hard dick again, I stopped thinking about being a twin. All I could do was think about what Danny was doing to my penis.
"Mmm," Danny said, licking a bit of my pre-cum from the corner of his mouth.
Uh oh.
With a few more strokes up and down on my hard-on, Danny got me off.
"Holy fucking shit!" I squealed, covering my mouth with my hand. Fuck! That was a really fast one. I can't remember when anybody had given me such good head!
"Danny, that was incredible." I whispered loudly.
Danny looked at me with my cock in his mouth. He smiled. "Shh," Danny said, as he lustily licked around the shaft, all the way from the top to the bottom. When he was through cleaning up the spermy mess, he finally came up to kiss me again. My dick was spent and my mouth was dry. Danny's mouth tasted faintly of that soap I'd used in the shower earlier and what I knew to be my usual scent.
I made a face.
Danny gave my dick a squeeze to see if he could milk just a little more out of me. I was still hard, but the cum was all gone. All swallowed. I shrugged my shoulders and Danny yanked me a few more times. Nope, nothing. It was like he sucked every last drop of cum right out of me. Just like he seemed to want.
Danny put his tongue in my mouth again. I tasted more semen. All right, already! He seemed to sense what I was going to say. We both laughed.
"Danny, that was fucking amazing."
"Thanks, it's my goal to eventually give a blow job to everybody I know. I'm just working my way down the list."
"Oh really, how's that going for you so far?"
"Not bad, Teej. Not bad. I'll let you know when I get down to your dad."
I stuck my tongue out in disgust. "You're such a pervert!" I said.
"Fuck you. I'm not! I just like sucking dick." He grabbed hold of my weenie again and rubbed his thumb around the top. While he was distracted, I thought I'd take advantage of the opening and peel off the rest of Danny's clothes. I tried to move Danny's boxer briefs down from his waist, but he resisted.
"No, not yet. There will time enough for that in just a few minutes."
"Uh, well..."
"But right now, I'm gonna suck your dick some more. I want it in my ass!"
"You do?"
He nodded.
"Uh, well, okay. I have no idea how long it will take me to get going again."
Danny pursed his lips and shook his head, ignoring my remark. Then he bent his knees and went down on the floor again. His lips felt cool and damp on my dick. I was still in that very sensitive post-orgasm state and my butt contracted as I tried not to giggle. Reflexively I pulled away, but there was really no place for me to go.
We hadn't moved even an inch since we'd walked into me and Josh's bedroom. Sensing that some change of scenery was in order, I dragged Danny and his mouth over to the side of my bed. Owing to his uber-flexibility, his lips never left my cock. I eased myself onto the edge of my bed and Danny assumed a new position, kneeling between my spread out thighs.
Danny began to rub the outer fabric of his shorts. I could just make out the famous Leeman jewels. I felt a drop of saliva form at the corner of my mouth. If Danny noticed me watching him rub himself, he didn't let on. I sort of enjoyed the show. He was definitely hard, but he wasn't really trying too much yet. I could see a moist area where I was pretty sure the end of his penis banged up against his underwear. I didn't remember him to be a big pre-cummer like me. This was new!
It didn't take long before Danny had me going again. Hoovering away, he'd gotten me past that super-sensitive phase. Not I was starting to enjoy it again. And Danny knew it. He seemed to sense that my dick got a little stiffer once I relaxed.
He took his mouth off for a moment. He fisted the base of my dick and squeezed, making the parts above his hand get a little thicker.
"Fuck yeah, TJ!" he said. "Are you sure you're not up to nine and a third?"
"No Danny, sorry, I didn't grow an inch since you last saw me a few months ago."
He grinned. Then he went back to work. Why was the second time around always so much better? After a minute of two, Danny had me bucking my hips up and down in rhythm with him, another fantastic blow job!
"Danny, you'd better stop, you'll make me cum again," I said.
He lightened the pressure and let his lips linger just below the red ring. He moved his hand to my balls and played with those for a while so I could come back down to earth.
I watched as Danny finally pushed his Calvin's down.
His erect cock slipped out. It wasn't as big or as thick as mine, but it had a really nice shape. He had let his pubic hair grow a little more than the last time we had sex on the way down from Oregon.
It was a really beautiful dick! If I was going to take a picture of a penis and put it on my wall as a fine example of what they are supposed to look like, Danny's would have been just perfect! I longed to put it in my mouth, and I tried to sit up a few times and grab hold of Danny's hips to pull him up toward my face. Nothing doing, Danny wasn't interested.
"Danny," I said. I needed to register some kind of protest.
He shook his head. We both looked down at his cock approvingly. He rolled his eyes and then licked his fingers. He was using a mix of spit and whatever tiny little bit of my cum was left to moisten up his hole. He used one hand to sort of hold his own butt cheeks apart and he kept yanking on my cock with the other. I helped him out by using my own hand to hold his other ass cheek apart. This he let me do.
While he sucked me harder, I heard him say "Thanks."
"My pleasure," I said, grinning. He was being polite. Just before getting fucked, he had remembered his manners!
"Sure," I said, remembering mine too.
"Fuck me TJ."
"Okay."
"Now," he commanded.
"Okay," I said again.
Danny crawled up on top of me, facing me. He positioned my dick in the crack of his ass and we both blindly tried to find the opening.
"Yow," Danny said.
Apparently the opening had been located.
"You've got a big fucking dick, TJ," Danny said with a smile.
"Um, we don't have to do this," I said.
"Yes we do."
I raised my eyebrows at him, silently asking him again if he was sure. I mean, I had already gotten off. I would probably be okay if we stopped. Plus I could just return the favor and suck him off as well.
"That first few seconds are always the toughest," Danny reminded me unnecessarily.
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Then, it's gonna be smooth sailing," Danny added.
Butt-fucking 101. Taught by Danny Leeman. This was a class I could take.
Danny took a deep breath and put my cock on the target again. I was about to remind Danny that I probably had some lube some place; we didn't have to do this with just saliva! We both heard the door to the outside hallway close. We both stopped and became quiet immediately, listening for sounds outside the bedroom door.
Who was home? I thought everybody still had late classes today. Josh had a Chemistry lab, I know, and my other two roommates, Alan and Gage were in an Econ lecture I thought. Plus then they both had wrestling practice. I had thought that Danny and I would have the place to ourselves for like 3-4 hours.
Then we heard a backpack was thrown noisily onto a table. The refrigerator door was opened. I heard the distinctive sound of a Coke can being opened.
Danny looked at me to see what we should do. I held a finger to my lips. We both turned our heads toward the bedroom door. It was closed, but I hadn't locked it. What an idiot!
Outside the door, I thought I heard somebody sit down on the couch. Danny and I stayed absolutely still, though in all the excitement Danny had somehow managed to get my cock into his butthole by about an inch.
A thud.
Danny pointed at his foot. Probably, whoever it was out there had just taken off a shoe and let it fall on the floor.
Another thud, this one slightly louder.
Danny and I looked at each other. Definitely the shoes.
Danny slipped down a little bit lower on my dick. I saw his eyes close as he willed away the pain. The good pain. His mouth opened and he took me in completely. Quietly, he remained perfectly still. Only breathing. Letting his ass get used to my dick inside there. Finally he sighed and opened his eyes.
"Good, right?" Danny asked in a whisper. "You're all the way in?"
I looked down. Danny's cock was standing upright, his ass straddled my hips. I could see no air between Danny's ass and the base of my penis. Yep, I was probably already completely in him.
"I think so," I said, nodding.
"Good," he said. "I don't think she could take much more Captain." Danny imitated the famous Star Trek line.
I laughed out loud. Even with a dick up his ass, the guy was pretty fucking funny.
"Shh," Danny whispered. This time, he held his finger up to his lips.
I mouthed the word 'sorry.'
Apparently Danny's finger must have smelled good to him. He stuck it in his mouth and gave it a lick.
"Ew," I said.
"You want some?" He popped his finger out and stuck it inside of my mouth. I tried to bat him away with an elbow but he was too quick. He finger wound up on top of my tongue. It tasted like butt.
"Danny!"
"Shh," he whispered again, more loudly.
We heard something slam outside the bedroom door. What was it? We both stopped what we were doing (actually I wasn't doing much of anything, other than trying to spit Danny's finger out of my mouth).
"Is somebody in there?"
I exhaled. The voice outside was Gage. It wasn't Josh.
Oh no, Gage didn't know the code with the door knob!
"Hello?"
Silently, Danny ground his butt around in a circle as if he was trying to make the hole bigger. I gave him my best 'what the fuck?' look.
I sighed.
"Hey Gage," I shouted. "Just me."
"TJ?"
"Yeah, I'm just studying."
Danny shot me a look like I was a moron.
"I guess I need a little quiet time right now," I said. "Big test coming up."
"Oh really," I heard Gage say.
I shook my head at Danny. He was grinning ear to ear, now starting to bounce up and down on my hips. There was a faint slapping sound. I used a hand to try and stop Danny from fucking himself on my dick. Now was not the time to be making any sound at all. Not while I was trying to lie to my roommate. Not while I was trying to keep him out of my bedroom by convincing him that I needed to study. Danny was not slowing down. In fact, he seemed to enjoy the little sounds his ass cheeks made as they smacked down again and again on me, skin to skin.
"TJ, I'm gonna make a sandwich, do you want something?" Gage asked.
"No thanks," I shouted. I tried to sound as if this was my final answer.
The bedroom door opened. "Are you sure?" Gage asked.
"Don't come in," I said, sort of in slow motion. Danny and I watched Gage's face as he slowly realized that he had just walked in on one of his roommates fucking another dude. He turned red and his jaw dropped.
"Whoa," Gage said.
Danny lifted one fist in the air. Like a rodeo cowboy. He was smiling, loving that he had just been caught in the act. Of course, Gage being fucking amazing looking helped.
"Gage, can you..." I started.
"Um, yeah, I mean, yeah, of course. I'm sorry. I didn't..."
He quickly closed the door.
Me and Danny were alone again. I sighed again.
I listened carefully. I wanted to make sure that Gage had really walked away and hadn't just closed the door so he could listen in. I heard nothing.
"Gage?" I said, mostly in a whisper.
The reply was instantaneous. "What TJ? Do you need something?"
"What the fuck, Gage? Are you standing right there?"
"Right where?"
Obviously he was. His voice came from just outside the bedroom door.
"Gage, why are you just standing there?"
Danny bounced on my cock some more, the skin on skin smacking sound louder than ever. Danny brushed my hands away as I tried to slow him down. He would have none of that.
"Um, how do you know I'm just standing here?"
"Gage. Seriously dude? I'm not an idiot."
Danny let out a little whoop. I shot him a look of death.
"It's true Gage," Danny decided to speak. "I can definitely vouch for my friend here. TJ is not an idiot."
Gage laughed. He was like inches away, the thin door made it seem like he was practically standing right beside us.
"Right," Gage agreed.
"And I can also verify another thing about our friend TJ."
I shook my head vigorously. Unsuccessfully I tried to pull my penis out of Danny's ass, but he clenched down around me and I was trapped.
"Oh yeah," Gage asked with a chuckle. "What's that?"
"I can verify that our boy TJ has a huge fucking wiener," Danny said calmly. One hand reached down and tugged on my nut sack.
"Aah," I said.
Gage cracked up.
"Jesus Christ, Danny!" I said.
"You're buddy is hung long and thick. Like a little pony," Danny added with a giggle.
I exhaled loudly and tried to pull my cock out of Danny. Again I failed.
"Thanks, but I already know that," Gage said.
"Oh really?" Danny said. He was bouncing up and down on my dick shaft like he was on a trampoline now. "TJ never mentioned that he had a roommate who knew the secret."
"The secret?" Gage asked.
"Well, you're right. I suppose at this point, it's really not such a secret back here in Boston," Danny said. "I mean, the guys been here for over a year now. I'm not surprised at all that most everyone know."
"Knows what?"
"That I have a big dick!" I shouted. "That it's eight and a third inches from top to bottom. That I love to fucking show it off. That I..."
Danny and Gage laughed out loud together. Clearly the two were enjoying this very odd situation. Danny clenched his butt again and wiggled side to side at the same time.
I let out a little moan. Despite everything, my dick was definitely having a good time!
The door opened. And there, once again, was the smiling face of my roommate Gage. He had taken off his shirt.
Oh fuck.
Danny whistled.
"Oh boy!" Danny said. "TJ never told me anything about you!"
"Really?" Gage asked.
Gage took a couple steps into the room. Danny kept springing up and down on my hips. I closed my eyes, covering them with my elbow.
Danny reached out to shake Gage's hand. "Hi, I'm Danny." Danny's rhythmic bouncing never missed a beat.
"Pleased to meet you Danny," Gage said, offering his hand as well. "Gage."
Danny nodded.
"And you have a very nice chest, Gage."
"Thank you, you're not so bad yourself," Gage said.
Oh God. Here we go.
"Thanks dude. I run a lot. Plus they make us spend a crazy amount of time in the weight room."
"Yeah? Me too. Coaches here at BU are brutal tyrants."
"Same at Oregon."
"You go to Oregon? You're a Duck?"
"Yep. I'm a fucking Duck!"
I looked up at the two guys having this strange college conversation above me. "Guys! Seriously? Can we talk about this later? Over a beer?"
"Teej, you're being rude," Danny said. "I'm merely trying to be friendly with your roommate here. We've only just met. I was always raised to be polite."
Danny kept his eyes glued to Gage's chest. It was clean shaven and perfectly defined. Gage was having a pretty good wrestling season so far. I think some of the credit probably goes to the great conditioning.
Meanwhile, Danny kept fucking himself on my cock. Gage watched carefully as well.
"Nice ass," Gage said.
"Thanks amigo," Danny said. "When I'm done with TJ here, would you like to..."
Gage turned red.
Seriously? Now he gets embarrassed?!
"Would I like to what?" Gage asked. Clearly he knew what Danny was going to say. He was just playing with him.
"You know, would you like to see my nice ass a little more? You know, up close and personal?"
Gage smiled and rubbed his hands together. "Hmm," he said. He was pretending to think it over.
"I can verify for you roomie," I said. "Danny does have a tight little butt."
"All us runners do." Danny agreed.
Gage rubbed his chin. I could see that Gage's mid-section was even fuller than usual. No surprise there. Here in the apartment, the group of us had talked many times about Gage's ability to get an erection at the blink of an eye.
"Well, guys, it really sounds tempting, but..."
Danny frowned.
"I'm sorry, but I actually do have to study. I've got an Econ mid-term that I'm like way behind on."
"Aw," Danny whined.
"Plus I smell pretty bad. I had practice earlier and I didn't bother to shower."
"Yum," Danny said.
Gage grinned again. "Trust me, I'm gross," he said.
Danny reached out and tweaked one of Gage's nipples. Gage didn't move.
Gage backed away a few steps.
"Come on," Danny begged.
In one smooth motion, Danny lifted himself up off of my cock. As his butt released me, there was a little popping sound. Danny partially stood up and pointed his ass toward Gage, now at the door.
"See? Plenty of room for more, amigo."
"Very nice," Gage laughed. "Let me check back with you guys later. After I get through some of this stuff."
"Aw!" Danny said again.
Gage quietly shut the door. Danny and I were alone again.
"Huh!" Danny said.
I don't think that Danny was used to being turned down when he made somebody a serious sexual offer like that. And he was certainly not happy to have his offer declined when he was even pointing his butt in the air and spreading his cheeks wide!
Very classy, I thought to myself.
Danny lay down on my bed. This time on his back. He put my pillow under his hips and hoisted his legs into the air.
"Okay amigo, get back in there," he said. "You promised."
Classy or not, a fuck was a fuck.
So, I dutifully maneuvered Mr. Happy once again in between Danny's thighs. I bent my knees and then grabbed hold of both of his bare feet to get into the right angle.
Bingo!
Like a well-trained magnet, my cock miraculously found the perfect spot between Danny's cheeks and slipped right in. I hadn't done anything at all to help! I was in. I took a moment to let Danny breathe, and for his ass muscles to loosen up so I could move back and forth.
"Ahh," Danny said. He was smiling. His muscles relaxed and I plunged in all the way.
"Are you sure you can live with just me?" I asked, as I watched the shaft of my cock appear and disappear. "I mean, if you want to wait for Gage, it's okay with me."
A surprised expression came over Danny's face.
"No amigo, I'm ready to get fucked by you. I've been looking forward to this for a few months now. And now that it's happening, I'm going to do it. No third party needed."
"Okay then," I said.
"Of course, if he walked back in here with his man-meat hard as a rock, I might reconsider."
I smiled. Of course he would. Our eyes met and he blew me a kiss with his lips. My hips started smacking against Danny's ass, and I started to enjoy myself all over again. Fucking my high school track buddy was one of those good things in life that I thought about a lot when I beat off by myself. Only most of the time, I had myself being gang-banged by the pole vaulters or the sprinters.
I looked down at Danny. He had his eyes closed and was probably thinking about pole vaulters too.
"Fuck me TJ, fuck me," Danny shouted, way too loudly. Uh oh, there's no way Gage didn't hear that.
Outside the door, Gage laughed. Fuck.
Oh well, I thought to myself. Apparently Gage really was trying to study and really wasn't going to join us. At least, not yet. And so I rammed myself into Danny's behind as hard as I could.
"Is that good?" I asked, really wondering if I was doing a good job. I was definitely more of a bottom than a top and I was never sure whether I was all that great fucking somebody else.
"Aah," Danny shrieked. "Fuck yeah, amigo! That's fucking great!"
Shit.
"Guys!" Gage yelled from outside. "Can you keep it down just a tiny bit? I am trying to get some work done here."
"What? Does the guy not have his own bedroom where he can study?" Danny said softly to me. I put my finger on his lips to shush him. Then I giggled and jack-hammered Danny again with my dick. Danny let out a moan of pain mixed with pleasure. I used my thumb along with my index finger and squeezed his lips together so that he couldn't talk.
The perfect way to hang out with my buddy Danny Leeman! Legs spread wide in the air, unable to speak. I blew Danny back the same kiss he had sent me before.
"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!" Danny said through his closed mouth.
Outside the room, I heard a loud bang.
"Oh what the fuck?" I heard Gage say through the closed door. Then footsteps.
Danny and I looked over to the door. It opened. There stood my roommate Gage. Still shirtless, one hand on the edge of the door, one hand down the front of his pants. He had a smirk on his face. His sandy blonde hair was still messed up from wrestling practice earlier. His gorgeous eyes zeroed right in on my cock, pounding the shit out of Danny's ass.
"All right, I'm not actually getting anything done out there," he said. "I might as well help you guys along. "
Danny grinned from ear to ear. "Yippee-fucking-yay!" he said.
"What do I do?" Gage said.
"Nothing," Danny answered. "Absolutely nothing! Just get yourself over here and I will do it all."
Gage smiled. "Okay, just go easy on me," he said.
Danny and I looked at each other. Yeah sure.
Just when I thought the Mayans got it right and selectively ended the world of TJ et al, you proved they didn't know shit about predictions, and there was 8-1/3" to prove it. Just what BU needs, a nymphomaniac twin without the nice package of identical DNA, stealing all the good ones back east. TJ might be hung like a horse, but Danny might be the Trojan Horse who single handedly, or, more correctly, single assedly destroys BU's chance of winning a thing at the New York invitational. Spike, your timing was good with this update. I've been gorging myself on salmon and was ready to hibernate until I hear the boids choiping in the spring! 
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Yeah!, Spike!! 
What a Fantastic, Awesome, chapter!!
And, now I can't wait for MORE of TJ, Danny, AND Gage (and whoever else might "walk in")!
Thank You! Thank YOU!! THANK YOU!!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
What a Fantastic, Awesome, chapter!!
And, now I can't wait for MORE of TJ, Danny, AND Gage (and whoever else might "walk in")!
Thank You! Thank YOU!! THANK YOU!!!
Keep smilin'!!
Chaz
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Damn, Spike. It's good to have TJ and Danny back. And interestingly, Gage, as well. What a great chapter! It sure has given the fix we all have needed for a while. Going from sexy eroticism to pure comedy. Love it.
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can't wait to see what's going to happen ?? Please dont make us wait too long ....2008spike
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Thank you guys. Hopefully I won't leave it as long again!
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any updates on the story? I really miss TJ and his not so Tender but very juicy schlong...