My college roommate experience

[dr_bates]

part 1:

There is a fair amount of anxiety moving to college. It's a whole new environment with new classes, new living arrangements, and lots of new faces. Though I wouldn't admit it, I also wondered about getting off. Prior to this, I was getting off regularly; however, having a roommate, I feared it might not be possible.

I was paired with Eric, a dirty blonde of Polish descent. He was friendly and I was glad for this pairing, especially when seeing his taunt smooth chest and fuzzy blonde legs.

It didn't take long and I walked in on him trying to wank. Of course, he refuted it, say he was just adjusting. Turns out he did a lot of adjusting. If he would have forthcoming, I would have been more comfortable with joining. From our talks he seemed to love women; I didn't want to weird him out. (I didn't want to give him reason to think I was gay.) Nevertheless, it became a bit of game for me, stopping him from completing his wank.

Once I even caught him (what looked like) humping his pillows, bare ass clenched. He said he heard an unusual noise while getting dressed. The window was by his bed, but I doubted his explanation. Looking for truth, when he went off to class shortly thereafter, i investigated the scene.

To get to the pillows, I pulled back the cover of his bedding, revealing a pair of his used underwear. Moving the pillows, I could clearly see several dried cum stains and, the most recent, was still wet. It was his cum!

I knew what I had to do. I dropped my drawers and slid my cock between his pillows. While humped, I picked up his used underwear and breathed heavily into the fabric, smelling his musky scent. It didn't take long for me to deposit another load among his collect of cum stains.

That night my cock put me in agony, as I envisioned Eric breathing in the scent of my cum. It throbbed in pain. I wondered if I could survive till his next class!

 

[dr_bates]

part 2:

I thought the correct word to describe his seemingly insatiable appetite to wank was "nymphomaniac"; however, that really pertains to just women. For men, it's satyriasis, which isn't a word as easily remembered.

As I lay there trying to ignore my throbbing cock, unsuccessfully trying to conjure unsexual images, I heard rustling. Though he tried being silent, I was definitely hearing Eric stroking. He was just a few feet away. There was a slick sound to rustle, telling me he was leaking precum. As his breathing became more labored, I got more and more jealous of his boldness, for I desperately wanted to wank myself.

After a few minutes, I couldn't take it any longer. I cried out, "Hey, are you wanking?" It certainly wasn't the first time I posed that question.

"No," he said meekly, with the rustling sounds suddenly stopping.

I broke through the silence, asking him if he was the type that liked getting off regularly.

"Yeah," he admitted.

"Me, too."

I broke through the silence again, saying that it would unfortunately be weird for two guys to get off together.

"Yeah."

"Unless, of course, there was wager," I added.

"A wager? What do you mean?" he asked inquisitively.

"Well, you know a competition, say the last to cum has to buy dinner tomorrow."

This time he broke the silence after a few long moments. "I like Chinese food."

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Hell yeah, I want a side of egg drop soup with pepper steak and egg rolls."

It was a deal and we both started wanking ourselves under our own covers. The room was filled with moans and deep breaths.

It didn't take long and he gasped. I swear his bed shook.

"I win!" he exclaimed, turning the lamp on to show me his gooey, cum drenched, fingers.

In the now lit room, he looked over, watching my face as I reached my own climax with my cock happily spraying my seed over my stomach.

Sure enough, we went to a Chinese restaurant, dining full heartedly with plenty of leftovers to spare.

 

[dr_bates]

The next day being Saturday, we had no classes. Yeah, we had our Chinese food. I don't recall if he actually ordered pepper steak. I don't even remember what I had, spending much of my attention on his silky blue eyes and smirky smile that seemed to energize me.

We spent the day together; I was like glue, sticking to him completely. We watched TV, went for a walk, played video games, and talked endlessly about fucking. Sorry, Mom, we didn't spend a lot of time studying, except immediately prior to an exam to attempt circumventing impending doom.

That night we went to bed as usual. After several minutes of lying in the dark, he spoke up. "Shall we make another wager?" Staying close to him paid off, for it was doubtful he was able to get off all day. I smiled, knowing he was horny.

"What's the wager?"

"I'd really like a Blooming Onion and steak at the Outback," he quickly replied.

"We already competed for food and anyway you have half your Chinese still in the fridge."

"Hhhmmm." He pondered, surely thinking of a way to get off.

Making a pun, I suggested, "You like steaks. I think it's only proper to raise the stakes."

"How about the loser has to walk to and use the bathroom completely nude tomorrow?" The bathrooms were communal and to get there meant passing several other rooms.

"Interesting," I said. "But tomorrow is Sunday. Nobody but us will probably be here."

"Okay, then the loser has to do that naked all week," he burst out.

"Interesting," I said. "Shawn will surely freak out!" (Shawn, we thought, was raised in a repressed home. He went to great length keeping fully dressed at all times. We even asked his roommate if he sleeps in Ms jeans.)

"You never know," Eric mocked, "Shawn might like it." (Eric had his suspicion Shawn was gay.)

"Let's not traumatized the poor boy. We can do better than that, something even more daring."

"Oh?" Eric asked cautiously.

"Well, we know you like to get off," I started.

"Frequently," he added.

"Tomorrow, you're going to probably want to get off again."

"A morning wank is the best," he said in agreement.

"Right. So, how about this: the loser has to give the winner a handjob tomorrow morning."

"Damn, that is raising the stakes." Even though I was horny, knowing he was struggling with trying to get off made the urge bearable. After a long silent moment he added, "I don't know. I like a long slow wank on Sundays. I wouldn't want to tire your wrist."

"I am sure your arm will manage." We both snickered. After another long moment, I pressed forward, "So are you game or I am going to sleep?"

"Fuck it. I'm in." he cried out.

LIke last time we stroked ourselves under our own covers. This time I turned my bedside lamp on prior, wanting to catch his orgasmic face. Again the room was filled with moans and groans. The movement of his hands made his blanket flap up and down. His breathing was becoming more deep. He was close.

Fortunately, I was close too. And I went beyond the point of no return; my cock started to throb and pulsate. I shot my load. I breathed in heavily to regain oxygen. "I won," I blurted, showing him gooey fingers. He did look up; his eyes were closed, for he was coming too.

After a long period of heavy breathing, he yelled out, "Fuck, I was so close!"

I turned the light off and went to sleep, quite contentedly.

 

[JosephAmity]

Cant wait to read more

 

[dr_bates]

part 4:

I awaken the next morning with light gently cascading through the blinds. The rustling noise wasn't a bird; he was trying to sneak in an early morning wank. Eric was insatiable.

"Hey, there," I said, which I knew would get him to stop his wanking. Of course, it also served to let him know I was awake.

As I suspected, he immediately stopped wanking. He was however hesitant to respond. "Morning."

We both continued lying there in complete silence. Eventually, I felt obligated to test the water. "Are you ready to give me my winnings?"

"Ugh, I was hoping you'd forget about that."

He slowly got out of bed and made his way to mine, wearing just boxers that had a prominent tent showing. While he ambled over, I slipped my underwear off. He sat in the edge of my bed; his hairy legs were now so close! "Here's goes," he said, as he his pushed his hand under the covers.

I momentarily stop him. "I like a long, slow wank on Sunday." His eyes rolled, knowing I was simply giving him his line back.

His fingers reached my cocked, gripping the shaft. "Fuck, you're huge." He threw back the covers and put both hands on it. He examined it closely. "I never saw one this big." I just smiled and leaned back to enjoy the pleasures to come.

With his hard cock keeping the bulge in his boxers noticable, he stroked me, varying the speed from gentle to hard. Both felt incredible.

Eventually the rubbing was causing friction. "Hey, it's getting a little sore."

"You don't make as much precum as me," he said dryly, then, much to my surprise dribbled some spit on my cock head. He rubbed the spit over the shaft. The pleasurable feeling increased ten fold with his personally made lube.

When I got close, he attentively would stop momentarily, keeping me merrily on the edge. Eventually he did heed and stroking. He even quickened the pace with fingers gripping firmer. Fuck, he has me cumming. My legs started shaking and my body got tense. I shot several times with some hitting my chin.

Once reality started to seep back into my faculties, I noticed he was still holding my cock. I tell him, "I am ready for round two."

"You want to go again? I haven't went once!"

"I'm still hard; so, I don't think you're finished. But, go ahead do yourself too."

He mumbled something but started stroking my cock again. With one hand he pushed his boxers down, stealing his pretty cock surrounded in blonde curly fur. He knelt there, stroking us both. Not to complain but one handed was not as satisfying. I told him how much better two hands felt.

Whether to satisfy me or some inner kink, he moved, straddling my legs. He resumed two fisted but this time a long with his own. He was sliding his cock against mine.

With his own cock in the mix, he didn't need to use spit. His cock was leaking profusely, glazing both our members in his fluid.

"Damn, you do leak a lot!"

He smiled with that smirk. "I told you."

It is difficult to edge with that much stimulation and it didn't take long before we were both coming, loads shot across my torso. Our seed mixing together.

I didn't want that moment to end. But he wanted to dash off to take a shower. I continued lying there a few more minutes, savoring the musky smell of our cum.

 

[KingVel]

Hot!

 

[dr_bates]

part 5:

The nature of cum isn't to stay gooey. The white masses get watery and runs. The loads on me started dripping from my torso. I tried preventing my sheets from getting drenched by rubbing the fluid into my skin. There was so much however that it kept dripping. I reached for Eric's boxers, which were left on the bed, and used them to soak up the vast supply of this aromatic fluid.

Now up, I too opted for a shower. After cumming twice in that wanking session, I stood in the hot cascading water contemplating about the encounter, hoping for more. It was a long shower, filled with my steamy thoughts.

Eventually I got out and made my way back to our room. Eric was lying on his bed, ferociously wanking. "What!? You're wanking again?"

He no longer tried concealing his actions. "What? You got off twice; I only got off once!"

I knew he really had an addiction to masturbating. "I guess we're done competing then," I stated.

Holding his manhood, he stopped stroking. He snickered. "What's the fucking wager? I already got you off twice."

"Any idea?"

"Yeah," he says as he waved his cock about. "You can suck this."

"Dang, a blowjob. That is steep." I said.

"I want one bad."

"So if you lose, your willing to give me one, eh?" I asked.

"Fuck, no. How about if you lose I get a blowjob and if I lose you get free handjobs for a week."

"That doesn't seem fair," I countered.

He thought about it briefly. "Okay, you get the handjobs and I'll get my nuts licked."

"What? That still doesn't seem fair!"

"That was my last offer. Take it or leave it." He said dryly. I feared that if he started openly wanking our adventures would end.

"If that's the case, I get to choose how we compete."

"Well, I don't know," he said. "Let me hear your plan." I dropped my towel and got on his bed. "Where are you going?"

"Be patient." I sat opposing him with my legs over his. Our cocks were menacingly close. He looked puzzled. "The goal is to last the longest. The first to cum loses."

"We couldn't have done this in our own beds?" he asked.

"To ensure fairness, so that neither can just stop, we wank each other."

"To win, I have to make you cum first?" he asked still puzzled.

"That's it."

He let go of his manhood and gripped mine again. I took hold of his and we both started wanking. While mine was long and straight as an arrow, his was slightly curved up with a prominent large head.

The first few minutes seemed a bit awkward but soon it was apparent he was fighting not to cum. He squirmed with a face clenched in determination. I'd like to say that I remained calm; however, I, too, was unbearably close. He added his other hand, grasping my dick head. The extra stimulation was too much to endure. Volleys of spunk shot out. "Fuck!" I yelled.

The matter was settled; I lost. I released my grip from his cock; however, he told me to continue, as he wasn't yet done. It only took a few more strokes and he was pumping out cum too.

We looked at each other, spent and exhausted. He smirked devilishly. "Next time you're going to lick my bad boys!"

 

[Citiboii]

This was so fucking hot. Omfggg

 

[dr_bates]

part 6:

Returning from the bathroom, I let Eric know that I ran into Shawn. Eric seemed disinterested. "What did he want?"

"He seemed lonely, so I invited him to spend time with us."

His crown furrowed. "You invited a fag?" he said in an irritated tone.

"Well, if you're lucky then, you'll finally get your dick sucked." I snipped back. He simply lost himself into a video game, concentrating on killing all the epic virtual monsters.

An hour or so later, Shawn actually surprised me, taking my invitation.

While Eric had an average stature and blonde hair, Shawn was tall, quite lanky, and a ginger. Whenever he took his cap off, you could see the mass of curls. Having straight hair, that made me rather envious.

We watched a movie, had snacks, and had a rather interesting conversation. We all got on rather well together.

Shawn responded to the kindness, eventually opening up. Turns out he wasn't just from a conservative family but one that was puritanical. Later he even confessed, as if it were no big deal, he was abused. I felt his revelation explained a lot.

When we watched the movie, instead of having him sit uncomfortably on my desk chair, he spread across my bed. His leg would occasionally touch mine. I'll admit I am not fully attuned to the nuances of flirting; however, I had my suspicion.

Shawn stayed for quite a long time; he wasn't motivated to leave, having a roommate that didn't like him. Eventually, of course, he did retreat to his own room.

As soon as he left, Eric locked the door, exclaiming quit proudly, "Time to get my nuts licked!"

I told him it wasn't going to be long; I didn't want him to think I was excited to do it. I let him know I wasn't going to be doing it all night.

After a brief negotiation, I was only doing it till the first of us cums. Having me trying to get off, will ensure he won't spend all night edging.

He had it all worked out. He had me lying on my back. His knees straddled my head, giving me view of his delicate, yet hefty, nuts which were surrounded by golden flocks that seemed to shimmer in the light. The lush blonde forest extended through his taint and into his crack.

When he descended, the nuts rested on my face. The smell was heavenly, I swear the scent was like a bouquet of sandalwood with a hint of musk. I was fully hard and started wanking. Likewise, he began stroking himself. He cried out, "Those nuts won't lick themselves."
I gently lapped the skin of his sack, causing him to deeply moan. "That feels so fucking good."

I was charged and renewed. I licked intensely, covering his entire sack thoroughly with my tongue. Then I surprised him by gently sucking a nut inside, passionately rolling my tongue over the its surface. I was so into caressing his nuts that I had to keep reminding myself to resume my wanking.

He moved slightly forward; whether momentarily or by accident, I didn't care. I leaned forward and licked his fuzzy taint. His groans told me of his delight. He kept himself there, giving me access to the taint. "God, yes. That feels good."

I was stroking myself hard, getting closer and closer. He tells me to stick my tongue out, which I complied. He humped his hips, sending the nuts across my tongue. "Come on, stick your tongue out more." To comply, I open my mouth more, waiting for the nuts to slide by. Instead, my mouth was invaded by his dick. He forced it down deep, as I felt his warm spunk fill my mouth, with his ass pulsating in spasms. With his cock still at my throat, I erupted, coating my torso with another load.

He held his cock there for at least a minute before withdrawing. "Maybe some day I'll get a proper blowjob."

I pretended to spit his seed out. In truth, it was entirely swallowed before he withdrew. As I was trying to get my breath back, he continued, "Damn, that was a lot of fun."

I didn't want to let him know but I was in agreement.

 

[3bearz]

Love your story, delicious!

 

[Aphan2]

This story is unfolding at such a fantastic pace! I can't wait for the next installment!

 

[Citiboii]

Fuuckk yes. I love where this is going.

 

[dr_bates]

part 7:

You can learn a lot of great things in college; there are a lot of exciting experiences to partake, even when excluding classes. I certainly was enjoying college, except for calculus. Who could possibly enjoy that?

The next morning Eric was actively trying to fulfill his inner craving. Controlled by his addiction, he was wanking again.

I didn't stop him; instead I pretended to ignore him. Whether knowing I was truly watching or wanting attention, he kicked his covers down, openly displaying his actions. He slapped his cock against his hand and waved his cock. He would occasionally hold his hand steady, while humping his hips; in effect he was fucking his fist. But he surely wanted to feel that euphoric release of dopamine and oxytocin, not trying to prolong the wank long. With a grunt, his white fluid leaked over his abs. It's great waking up to such entertainment, even if I was only an observer. I would never tell him but he was a stud.

After class, I met up with Shawn. We walked around campus together, then retreated to his room to "study". While we complained about classes, he decided to get comfortable, which (I felt) was a big deal. He took his long sleeve shirt off and put on sweatpants. In the process I couldn't help but see those thin legs with the palest skin, covered in a golden hairy haze.

We browsed the internet, watching corny videos of people doing dumb things. (Such videos aren't hard to find.) At some point, I happened to blurt out a particular performer was hot. That guy could have been a model. Shawn gave me a quirky smile, then proceeded to the next video. It didn't take long and he was pointing out a different guy. "I think this guy is cuter."

I looked more critically, then examined Shawn face. "Are you serious. He's cuter?" I muttered.

"I think so. He's my type." I was momentarily lost contemplating those words. Like I said, I never was the wisest at distinguishing the nuances of flirting. I probably looked confused. He sheepishly added, "He looks a lot like you." His eyes turned away. He was moving away, as if scared he said too much.

My arm pulled his shoulder closer. His head turned toward me and we ended up kissing. One small peck turned into a wild lip locked frenzy. Our hands pawed at each other. One of my hands slipped under his T-shirt, feeling his smooth skin.

His hand snuck in the waistband of my pants. I stopped him. Knowing of his past abused, I didn't want to go too fast, having him think I only want him for sex. He kissed me again, then said, "I want to. I really want to."

He unbuckled the pants and immediately inhaled my whole hard cock. His tongue covered my shaft, lapping urgently. He gave special attention to the head. "You like that cock?" I muttered, now helpless to his worshipping lips.

"Oh yeah!" He said with a wide smile. "It's awesome." He bobbed his head with his throat massaging the head with every thrust. I was lost in lust. I warned him of the impending release but he wouldn't stop. I helpless cried out as I shot into his awaiting mouth. He lapped up the few drops that dribbled from his mouth, not wasting any of my spunk.

As I rode the waves of euphoria after orgasmic satisfaction, he kissed me, giving me a taste of my own seed. I kidded him, saying, "So, you really think I'm cute, huh?"

Our fingers interlocked. "Yeah. You and your cock." He smiled before resuming the kissing. He coyly added that he spent the time in my room hard, worried his bulge would be noticed.

"Wow, you think I'm that cute?" I asked incredulously.

"I was excited for both you and Eric."

I snickered. "Ah, you like the blonde boy."

"Well, he has merit." he cautiously said. I just kept smiling. He added, "I bet he fucks girls really hard."

I was surprised he was admitting such thoughts. I had to pry. "So, you thought about him having sex."

He blushed. "Yeah. Hard to stop thinking. I thought of both of you."

I smiled wide. "I've seen him masturbate."

"What!? Are you serious?"

I couldn't tell him more, as we heard Shawn's roommate returning. I was hoping to reciprocate more but no longer could. I left telling him we'll continue "studying" later.

That evening, as I was settling for bed, Eric started playing with himself. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

"This dick demands it," he says, as he fingers his hard member. I prop up my pillows and lie there watching. I figure if he is going to openly show, I might as well as openly view. "God," he brags, "I could do this all night."

I snicker. "I bet you can't last an hour, let alone all night."

"Well," he said trying to get out of the bet while clinging to his macho image, "I have classes tomorrow."

"You don't have morning classes tomorrow."

"Oh yeah." He paused trying to think. "What will will I get?"

"If you succeed, I'll get you off tomorrow. If not, you can take us for that Blooming Onion." He accepted and continued stroking. I now had a valid excuse to keep watching.

After fifteen minutes he was squirming, as his dick begged to cum. After thirty minutes his dick was so tender he could barely touch it. He pressed on with his face seemingly in pain. He got so close at one point he cried out, "Fuck". He grabbed the base of the cock. He jumped out of bed, doing a couple jumping jacks to distract himself. "Damn, I almost cam!" He continued the struggle, trying his best not to cum.

He past the hour point; but I neglected to tell him. His low hanging nuts have been pulled tight. He grab at them, trying to help further his struggle. His moaning came out with sobs. I finally released him from his anguish, telling him he made it.

"Thank God," he yelled, as his cock spurted seconds later. His load was huge. While normally the cum leaks out, this time his spunk spurted all over his bed.

While his chest heaved, he said, "There 60 whole minutes!"

"Actually, it was about 100 minutes." I added dryly.

"What?" he asked confused.

"It was fun watching you in agony, so I let you keep going."

Still naked, he jumped on my bed, wrestling me down. He over powered me with my hands held above my head. His face barely an inch from mine. "You thought that was funny, huh?"

I smiled but was also struggling. Our faces got closer. Whether it was heat or hormones or adrenaline, our lips touched and we started kissing.

After a few seconds, reality must have seeped back into his mind. He released my hands and strode back to his bed nonchalantly. "It better be a great handjob."

 

[dr_bates]

part 8:

I was comatose. In a monotone chant, the professor prattled on about tangents, equations of curves, infinity, and various seemingly all important numbers. I was lost trying to comprehend calculus. Thank you, Sir Newton. Of course, it was hard concentrating on math with a hunk sitting near me. When he turned, I could see flocks of his black chest hair escaping from his collar. His prominent five o'clock shadow, even in the morning, compelled me to think of little else but sex. I had competing thoughts, trying to best visualize him as a top or bottom. For him, I could handle either - or both. Dear Lord, I was entering a most carnal flip fuck with him, when suddenly everyone started getting up. Hallelujah, I made it through another class. With his hot stubble, he smiled at me as he departed. (I wondered if he was reading my mind.)

After class I walked across campus to meet Shawn. Enroute I recalled my morning with Eric. When I was getting up, he was starting his morning wank. I sat on the edge of his bed, taking hold of his cock. He rested back, putting both hands behind his head. "Yeah, stroke it." I caressed his bush and felt his balls. As I stroked, I touched his taint, massaging it gently. His legs spread wide. His cock was leaking precum prodigiously. He closed his eyes and moaned in delight. The fingers on his taint, started tenderly touching his hole. His brow furrowed and he muttered, "No, not the hole." I didn't listen. With a finger covered in his precum, I proudly prodded it into his inner sanctum. As I stroked him, I massaged his prostrate. "Oh God, what are you doing to me?" I kept rhythmically stimulating his cock and ass; he started humping his hip. "Oh, I going to cum!" he yelled out. That's when I stopped and went to the shower. "Fuck, no. You can't leave me like this!"

"I promise you'll get an even better job tonight."

As I shut the door, I could hear him yelling, "You better!" I wasn't concerned about his wrecked orgasm; he'll keep going.

Shawn and I met at the commons, having an early lunch. Afterward, we made our way back to his room. We didn't really talk. We were too busy making out, lips locked in mutual admiration.

While still kissing, I lifted his shirt. His arms raised and I pulled it off. My fingers traced through his ginger covered chest. I gently tweaked his prominent nipples of the palest pink. I lowered myself to tenderly nibble the right nipple. I sucked upon his left.

We hurriedly threw off our clothes and laid there with our limbs intertwined. The friction of our cocks rubbing ignited feverish passion. While gazing in his eyes, I softly muttered, "You're so beautiful." Our tongues delightedly danced together.

He spread his legs and maneuvered my cock to his taint. I slavishly sucked on his neck, while humping my cock against him. "I want you to fuck me," he seemingly pleaded. Our eyes met and we both smiled.

I rubbed spit over my cock and against his hole before pressing it to him. My forehead rested on his. I felt his breath. His hands grabbed my ass, pulling me forward. My cock slowly penetrated his tight temple, shrouded in his moist heat. His ass consumed me, overloading my faculties with pleasure. With hips thrusting, my balls slapped against his ass. I rubbed his large, thick dick against my fuzzy belly. His mushroom headed dick was that same pale pink. Our bodies gyrated together becoming one. I wanted it to last forever but cascades of bliss ran through us, leaving us drenched in spunk. Much of mine stayed deep within him.

After we recuperated, we went for another walk. Content simply being being together, we spoke little but smiled a lot. Though lost for words, at some point, I said, "That was awesome."

"You were great!" he replied. We shared smiles. "I really like your cock." I could feel my face blushing.

While we walked through town, we nearly walked by a novelty sex shop. Being adventurous and over eighteen, we decided to take a peek. For both of us, it was a new experience. We were met with racks of skimpy lingerie, shelf after shelf of every conceivable type of porn DVDs, and an assortment of gadgets -many neither of us recognized. For fun, I decided to get a couple things.

On our return, I told him that Eric should get a job there, knowing his addiction to wank. Some of this I explained to Shawn, who thought I won the roommate lottery. "I am so jealous. He's actually masturbated in front of you?" he asked incredulously.

"Oh yeah. Plenty of times. He even wanked me off."

Shawn stopped in his path; his mouth hit the ground. "What!? How the hell did that happen?"

I told him briefly about our bets and his eagerness to get off. "Okay. I am officially gobstruck."

I didn't make it back to my room till after dinner. Eric was there playing videogames and chowing on the remnant of a cold pizza. He seemed chilled and discussed the merits of his day. When he was finished telling me all the details of his boring life, he asked, "What have you been up to?"

"Besides class, I was hanging with Shawn."

"He seemed okay. But I still think he's gay." he said nonchalantly. Holding a video joystick, he asked, "You want to play?" That was big; he never asked me to play before. For the next several hours we sat side by side, shoulder to shoulder, playing the game. Whenever I made a foolish move his elbow would jab at me. Then to further the odd behavior, he offered me his last piece of pizza. Being full, however, I politely declined. I got the feeling he wanted to discuss something; mentally I assumed it was going to be bad. "You know. Um, we've done some pretty queer stuff together." I nodded. He continued, "Yeah, if it was with anyone else, I'd probably be freaking out. But you've been cool."
I smiled and reciprocated the thanks. "I mean it. You're like my best bud."

I replied, "I won the roommate lottery."

He wrestled me down, pinning me to the floor with hands immobilized. Our faces were again a mere inch apart. I could smell the pepperoni on his breath. He smiled wickedly. "Ready to give me that handjob?" I wanted to kiss, that's what I truly wanted. Instead, I winked.

We both got comfortable. He was naked, excluding his watch and socks. I kept my boxer on, and watched him excitedly get comfortable on my bed.

"Your bed is over here," I stated pointing to his bed with blue striped sheets.

"Let's do it here," he said while lying on my sheets and fluffy my pillows for his use. "This way I won't have to sleep in any wet spots tonight."

I climbed on my bed kneeling astride him and touched him. My finger tips glided over his upper legs and abs. He cock laid there soft. Even limp, it looked masculine. It occurred to me that this was the first time I saw his flaccid cock. I slowly massaged life to his member as it got steadily harder. Once hard, his hands moved behind his head and he closed his eyes. He muttered, "None of that ass stuff tonight."
As I stroked him, I tweaked a nipple, noticing how much redder his was than Shawn. He made a full breath, becoming totally relaxed. His cock was leaking steadily. I continued stroking, encouraged by his soulful moans.

I reached for my bag of recently acquired treasures, telling him to relax. "You're going to love this." I lubed up a masturbation sleeve and gently push it onto his dick.

His eyes opened wide. "Fuck. That's amazing!" He watched me slide it on and off his cock; I pumped his meat with the silicone sleeve. He groaned with every thrust. For awhile I held it steady, allowing him to hump into it, fucking my toy. "This feels so good."

I tell him to relax and enjoy it. He closed his eyes, surrendering to my will. I soon repositioned myself, straddling his legs. I lubed my now free cock and introduced it to the sleeve. With both our cock in the sleeve, I leaned forward, telling him, "We sharing a pussy." He smiled excitedly. With both my arms against the bed, his hands reached down to hold the sleeve. We both humped into the sleeve. My balls slapped against his. My head dropped and I kissed his neck. He smiled, so I dropped down licking his neck and nibbling his earlobe. One of his arms circled over my back, drawing me closer. We were both panting heavily. He reached up and kissed me.
I broke free from the kiss but he softly whispered, "Do it." My head plunged back and we were kissing. It was just our lips, our tongues greedily explored each other. We were caught in passion, neither of us cared, being overcome with lust. While we kissed, he grunted wildly and I felt his cock throb against mine. He was cumming. He cam in the sleeve which lubed the interior for mine. His cock flipped free, while he continued to maneuver the sleeve. I kissed his jaw line as I shot through the sleeve and onto his stomach. I collapsed upon him, exhausted. Our chest skin to skin heaved for air together.

"I'm too tired to move," he eventually said.

I rolled off him and onto one of those wet spots he mentioned. "That sleeve robbed our strength," I added.

"Maybe someday we can share a real pussy," he said. I simply smiled at my poor boy in denial.

 

[Brooks17]

“Do it”. What a gem.

 

[dr_bates]

part 9:

I carefully examined my choices. The cafeteria in the commons wasn't bad. It wasn't good either. There was some pasty meat that I assumed was Salisbury steak next to a huge tray of mashed potatoes. You could build your own salad. The lime gelatin with suspended flakes of carrot made me terribly uneasy. Eventually I selected spaghetti with meatballs.

Shawn not only chose the Salisbury steak, he had a large serving of the lime gelatin. "How can you eat that?" I asked while cringing.

"It's good," he said, before taking a hefty spoonful of that shimmering green slime. He slurped it from the spoon, sending shivers down my spine. He laughed at my response. "You certainly seemed to like it when I sucked your cum up."

"My stuff," I said trying be to discreet, "is more nutritious." While I was chewing a meatball, he smirked. "What's so funny?"

"You better be more gentle with my balls." I motion seductively with my eyebrows while taking another bite. "So did Eric give you another show?" Telling him about Eric, I thought, may have been a bad thing.

"He's been pretty boring," I lied. "Who knows maybe he'll be horny again soon." Who was I trying to kid? Eric was always horny!

"That's too bad," he said. "I don't know how you resist. Seeing that, I would have been blowing him instantly."

"Maybe we can jump him together," I kidded.

His eyes pierced threw me. "I don't get the impression you're the sharing type." I just smiled, content with my meatballs.

When I was getting up, Eric wasn't engaged in his normal behavior. It was odd but he wasn't even trying to wank. Before I left though he asked if he could borrow that masturbation sleeve. It was easy to reason that he was delaying a wank to get the better pleasure of fucking.

"I tell you what, Eric," I said while looking him squarely in the eye. "If you don't use it and refrain from getting off, I'll make it up to you tonight."

He looked confused. "You mean we'll go out for dinner?"

"I mean I will give my roommate that I won in a lottery a very special time."

"Very special?"

"Yeah," I said. "It'll be a very, very special time." His mind was clearly busy trying to comprehend his potential earning. "If you get off though, nothing." There was a moment of silence before I continued. "Kapeesh?"

"Kapeesh," he replied. I left him deeply contemplating.

After lunch, we made our way straight to Shawn's room. We were fortunate his roommate had several labs and spent most days gone.

I was looking forward to playfully making out but Shawn was all about business. He nearly ripped my clothes off and shoved me on his bed. His own naked body followed, as he carnally covered my body with his eager hands and lips. I caressed his frame as he devoured my essence. I held one of his hands and began sucking his fingers. He cried out, "Man, I love your dick," before plunging back up on it.

I pulled at his frame, encouraging his lower half to move forward. There I was with his crotch in my face. As I carefully examined his large pale pink headed cock, I smelled his earthly aroma. I kissed the head, swirling my tongue around the large swollen tip. It tasted delicious, intoxicatingly sweet. I plunge further down, sucking hard, trying to get more of his sweetness. We continued worshipping each other's cock, while groaning and moaning, until I asked him. "Can I fuck you?"

He was eager for it. I got up and spread myself across his roommate's bed. "Come on, ride me," I said, holding my cock straight up from the base.

"You kinky bastard, if he finds out he'll kill me." Despite the fear, he didn't hesitate. He climbed on facing me and immediately started teasing his hole with my rod. As he lowered himself, my cock slowly entered his sultry haven. His hip undulated, making his hard cock flop and bounce.

I started stroking him while he rode, bucking onto me rapidly. His tight hole was hot; it was eager and hungry. It was perfect. With hips still undulating, he leaned down, locking our lips together. Soon his body became tense. He pulled from the kiss with his face in euphoric bliss. I could feel his hot seed raining down across my chest. His elation put me over the edge. I grinded up, pushing my spunk deep within him.

After several minutes of silence, he spoke up. "Damn, you're still hard!"

"Yeah, it sometimes wants a second round."

He grinned lustfully. As I instructed, he knelt with his head on his roommate's pillow. With his ass up, I reentered, this time doggy style. His hole was still hot and tight but it was now slick with my cum. I didn't hold back. I held his hips and fucked deep and hard. Occasionally I would slow to kiss his back and neck but would quickly resume the rough pounding. I grabbed his hair, pulling his head back. "You like my dick, huh?"

"Yes, sir."

"Yeah, that's right. And your ass is mine!"

"Yes, sir. It's all yours." His hand reached back, massaging my sack that was slapping his ass. His other hand was rubbing himself. Drops of perspiration fell from my brow, dripping on his back. I took aim with every hard thrust to hit his prostrate - to surrender its will to my dick. Shawn whimpered, crying out moans to every plunge. I nearly cam several times but held back, edging in his ass.

With his hands clenching the pillow, I continued to rail his ass. "Fuck," he screamed, as he cam. His cock releasing its load handsfree, coating his roommate's sheets in jizz. I pulled out and cast my load over his ass, glazing his crack.

Exhausted, he whimpered, "I can't take a third round." While I wiped the last remnants of spunk on him, reality set back into his mind. "Fuck, these sheets are drenched. He's going to kill me!"

(After using some paper towels, a wet washcloth, and a few sprays of Febreze, it was barely noticable.)

When I returned to my room, I brought a pepperoni pizza with bread sticks. It was more than I could eat but Eric will ensure nothing will go to waste. "Hey, brought us some pizza."

"Fuck yeah, I'm starving." He immediately reached for four slices. We ate largely in silence, excluding the repeating videogame jingle. He was certainly less talkative tonight.

"So," I asked, "did you use it?" I nodded toward my silicone sleeve.

He looked sheepish. "No." It certainly did look untouched.

"Wow. That's great." I watched him nervously eating. "But you still wanked yourself without it."

"Hey," he blurted out. "A man has urges."

"I think the man has an addiction."

"No. It's not that bad," he mumbled.

I seemed disinterested, moving my attention to a magazine.

"Does that mean there's nothing special happening tonight?" I ignore the question and flipped a page. "Come on, it's not that big of deal. It was just one wank." I kept reading. "Okay, I did it twice. I'm sorry. But it's my dick."

"It is your dick," I said in agreement.

"Oh come on. We were getting close. Don't let that fuck it up."

"Hhhmmm," I muttered. "Do you trust me?"

"Well, yeah. You're my best bud."

I told him, "Then tonight I will help you with both."

"Both?"

"Just trust me. You'll experience the best orgasm." I continued pretending to read. He seemed content, as he chowed down like normal.

Later that night I asked him if he was to begin. His boxers fell to his ankles immediately. He stood there hard, waiting directions.

"Let's have you lying down," I said, throwing a towel over my bed. Instinctively he raced to his bed. I patted the towel. "No, over here." He eagerly rushed to comply. If only he knew what I had in store for him.

As my fingers tips grazed ever so gently over his body, I tell him the rules. "I am going to get you to cum. You aren't allowed to touch your cock." My fingers continued to trace his frame. He was just lying there with a beaming smile. "What are rules?" I asked.

"You'll get me there and no touching. Got it."

My fingers touched more firmly from his balls to his nipples, only occasionally giving his cock a light stroke. A drop of precum trailed down his cock.

I moved my attention to his right foot, palpitating the sole. I traced his toes, one by one, gently massaging each. He reached for his dick, giving it a wank.

"You're violating the rule."

"Damn it!" he cried, quickly pulling his hands away.

After tending his other foot, I pushed legs up. "This is the where the real fun begins," I tell him. He looked inquisitively. "I'm going to give my bud's balls some attention." I breathed in his manly scent before tenderly lapping his delicate nuts. He moaned approvingly. It didn't take long and his hand returned to his dick. He was stroking again.

I started tying a spare shoelace around a wrist. "Hey, what's that for?"

"You can't stop touching yourself. You aren't following the rules so either we secure the hands or we're done right now.

"Oh fuck," he said, as he stopped giving resistance. I secured both wrists to the middle of my bed's headboard. I figured the headboard would come in handy, which is why I selected my bed.

Once secured, I went back for a few more licks at his balls and taint. He looked down with a smirk. "Are you going to blow me too?"

"Maybe," I said giving him a wink. I held his hard cock up and brought myself close. I kissed the tip ever so lightly, then giving his cock more stroking.

I stopped to affix a blindfold on him. "What's this for?"

"I feel self-conscious having you watch."

"It better be a good blowjob," he insisted.

My hands migrated from his neck, down to his chest and across the stomach, to his hard cock. I have fantasized about worshipping his, now it lay there ready and helpless before me. I took it all in before truly sucking, giving it my all. He cooed approvingly.

I straddled his legs, wanking our cocks together, before creeping forward. I kissed his jawline, then moved to his lips. He followed my lead, returning kisses. Creeping forward more, I rest my cock on his wet puckered lips.

He knew what it was, sighing, "Oh God, you're going to make me." His tongue lapped out tentatively, tasting my manhood. I pushed it forward and his mouth enveloped half the shaft, before he started to gag. I humped cautiously, being gentle to his virgin mouth.

I disembarked, telling him I was getting the sleeve. In truth, I was letting Shawn in, who was waiting in hall.

While Shawn quietly removed his sweatpants and t-shirt, I told Eric I wanted to milk him and helped him roll over. He propped himself up on his knees. Shawn got underneath and took Eric's cock greedily.

I watched Eric fuck Shawn's mouth before climbing on the bed too. As I rubbed my cock in Eric's crack, he rubbed his blindfold off. "What the fuck!?" he yelled.

I playfully slapped his ass. "You're about to have your best orgasm." I leaned over him, hugging his torso and kissing his neck. "I'm going to go gentle." He pushed his head in the pillow. I rubbed his back and slowly entered his virgin masculine ass with my heavily lubed cock.

Shawn sucked while I fucked. Together we lavishly serviced him until he cam -twice.

Shawn's dream can true. I got what I wanted. I didn't hear Eric protesting. He admitted it was a powerful experience. Before untying him though, Shawn and I got out my other newly acquired toy, a cage, which we securely locked Eric cock in.

His anguish has just begun.

 

[dr_bates]

part 10:

Despite significant begging and whining, Shawn didn't change his mind. He was going home again this weekend. He felt obligated to his parents, as they had plans for his birthday. Of course, before he left I gave him a present, telling him to think of me while eating cake.

Eric meanwhile was going through the colorful stages of emotions before getting to acceptance. Though angry, that first night he boasted it was no big deal. "Wanking is not THAT important." By morning, he was into rage. He screamed exotic words and threw his pillows at me. I ignored his frantic yelling. He quickly got dressed and stormed out.

It was a gamble enclosing his cock in a chastity cage. This prank could still turn sour. The idea however of controlling his well used cock was too titillating to ignore.

He isn't one to go away long; this time though he stayed away nearly all day. When he got back, he refused to talk. He played his videogame in silence, clearly pouting. Isn't the third stage depression? He was mastering that well.

I got off my computer and got undressed for the night: boxers and a t-shirt. While sitting in my desk chair, I fished my cock out and started to wank. Once it was fully hard, I spun in the chair to face him. He could no longer get hard, let alone wank. I thought I would reinforce what he was missing.

He saw my self pleasuring actions but quickly turned away. He tried ignoring my actions by concentrating on his game. I lowered my boxers to my ankles and started stroking more seriously. I was putting on a show, whether my hot masculine roommate appreciated it or not.

I took turns going hard and fast to slow and soft. I used both hands and alternated. Occasionally I would massage the sac and pull it gently taunt. I cupped both fists and, while humping my hips, would fuck my hands.

Eric's game was paused. His attention was fully on me. I smiled and kept edging. He rubbed his crotch, telling me his dick was trying in vain to get hard. Despite his wishes, it wasn't going to get hard tonight. I waved my dick, showing off the size to him, and kept edging. I would occasionally glance up but his eyes didn't stray.

I thought about asking him to offer spit for lube. Under the circumstances, I figured that was asking a lot. I used my own and kept edging. I would get incredibly close with Eric seemingly eager to see my "money shot" but then, just before losing it, I'd stop.

I kept teasing my cock for nearly two hours. The call to cum was getting too strong to control. I didn't just need to cum; I had to cum. "Get me a tissue," I asked urgently. I stood wanking with both hands, telling him I was cumming. I didn't take the tissue but instead, aimed my cock at it. He instinctively held out the tissue, capturing my spunk.

A dirty thought past my mind. I considered cumming in glass and offering it to him. He did after all forced his seed down my throat. Seeing him handle the very wet tissue was satisfying enough. I could always dream about the cup.

We had a pizza delivered and watched some TV. I couldn't really enjoy either, for he spent the entire night begging. He was confident that, if he offered labors or bestowed kindness, I would unlock his cock, freeing him. Those generous offers were met with deaf ears. I simply went to bed, leaving him unable to get off.

He didn't wake me with the sounds of masturbation. He instead past the night tossing and turning. Clearly he was unable to relax. His addiction surely kept him thinking about getting off and having relief. He wanted to get hard.

The next day was sunny and beautiful. He came over to my bed while I first stirred. He knelt on the floor by the bed. "I'll do anything you wish."

"Oh?" I said. "Anything encompasses a lot."

"I know. And I will do whatever. I'll even give you a morning blowjob."

I thought hard but could never remember passing a morning blowjob offer. Today wasn't going to be an acception. He pulled off my covers and immediately engulfed my cock. While he sucked, I felt the hard metal cage that imprisoned his mighty manhood.

He wasn't bad. He was quite attentive: licking the shaft, fondling the nuts, massaging the head, and sucking it all in a most agreeable rhythm. Nevertheless I eventually muttered, "I want to fuck something so bad!"

"If that's what you want," he said, as he got into position, like last time with his ass up.

"This time, I would prefer you on your back." I wanted to watch his face while I fucked him. He rolled over and I lifted his legs. I placed a pillow under his lower back and put my cock against his tight pink hole. With my cock in position leaned into him, bringing our faces close. "Last time I was gentle. This time, I'm going to be rough." His face tensed, as he prepared for my onslaught.

I pressed hard, forcing it all inside. He squealed and started panting. I held it there, fully inside him. "Was it too much?"

"Damn, you're big," he said. After a few moments he motioned he was okay and I started to fuck, rough and hard. I called him my slut. His ass was mine. With long deep strokes I pounded him hard. He moaned out loudly, but his sounds were muffled with a kiss. He pulled my shoulders in closer and we kissed deeper.

I asked him if he wanted my load inside. "Do you want me to breed your ass?"

"This is all for you," he replied.

I wanted to cum deep within him but instead I pulled out, cumming on his cage. His prison was glazed with my spunk.

When I stopped breathing hard, I thanked him for starting my day so great.

"I was hoping that you'd be nice to me, since I was nice to you," he said.

"Thank you for being nice," I said.

"Will you be nice to me?" he begged.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"I want to be free."

"I can't." I said.

"What!?" he yelled. "Why the hell not?"

"I don't have the keys. I gave them to Shawn for his birthday present." Eric face looked mortified. I think he then understood his dilemma.

He just muttered, "fuck," as walked to his bed, rubbing his sore ass.

 

[Man2kiss]

Amazing story

 

[Azewrath]

part 10:

Despite significant begging and whining, Shawn didn't change his mind. He was going home again this weekend. He felt obligated to his parents, as they had plans for his birthday. Of course, before he left I gave him a present, telling him to think of me while eating cake.

Eric meanwhile was going through the colorful stages of emotions before getting to acceptance. Though angry, that first night he boasted it was no big deal. "Wanking is not THAT important." By morning, he was into rage. He screamed exotic words and threw his pillows at me. I ignored his frantic yelling. He quickly got dressed and stormed out.

It was a gamble enclosing his cock in a chastity cage. This prank could still turn sour. The idea however of controlling his well used cock was too titillating to ignore.

He isn't one to go away long; this time though he stayed away nearly all day. When he got back, he refused to talk. He played his videogame in silence, clearly pouting. Isn't the third stage depression? He was mastering that well.

I got off my computer and got undressed for the night: boxers and a t-shirt. While sitting in my desk chair, I fished my cock out and started to wank. Once it was fully hard, I spun in the chair to face him. He could no longer get hard, let alone wank. I thought I would reinforce what he was missing.

He saw my self pleasuring actions but quickly turned away. He tried ignoring my actions by concentrating on his game. I lowered my boxers to my ankles and started stroking more seriously. I was putting on a show, whether my hot masculine roommate appreciated it or not.

I took turns going hard and fast to slow and soft. I used both hands and alternated. Occasionally I would massage the sac and pull it gently taunt. I cupped both fists and, while humping my hips, would fuck my hands.

Eric's game was paused. His attention was fully on me. I smiled and kept edging. He rubbed his crotch, telling me his dick was trying in vain to get hard. Despite his wishes, it wasn't going to get hard tonight. I waved my dick, showing off the size to him, and kept edging. I would occasionally glance up but his eyes didn't stray.

I thought about asking him to offer spit for lube. Under the circumstances, I figured that was asking a lot. I used my own and kept edging. I would get incredibly close with Eric seemingly eager to see my "money shot" but then, just before losing it, I'd stop.

I kept teasing my cock for nearly two hours. The call to cum was getting too strong to control. I didn't just need to cum; I had to cum. "Get me a tissue," I asked urgently. I stood wanking with both hands, telling him I was cumming. I didn't take the tissue but instead, aimed my cock at it. He instinctively held out the tissue, capturing my spunk.

A dirty thought past my mind. I considered cumming in glass and offering it to him. He did after all forced his seed down my throat. Seeing him handle the very wet tissue was satisfying enough. I could always dream about the cup.

We had a pizza delivered and watched some TV. I couldn't really enjoy either, for he spent the entire night begging. He was confident that, if he offered labors or bestowed kindness, I would unlock his cock, freeing him. Those generous offers were met with deaf ears. I simply went to bed, leaving him unable to get off.

He didn't wake me with the sounds of masturbation. He instead past the night tossing and turning. Clearly he was unable to relax. His addiction surely kept him thinking about getting off and having relief. He wanted to get hard.

The next day was sunny and beautiful. He came over to my bed while I first stirred. He knelt on the floor by the bed. "I'll do anything you wish."

"Oh?" I said. "Anything encompasses a lot."

"I know. And I will do whatever. I'll even give you a morning blowjob."

I thought hard but could never remember passing a morning blowjob offer. Today wasn't going to be an acception. He pulled off my covers and immediately engulfed my cock. While he sucked, I felt the hard metal cage that imprisoned his mighty manhood.

He wasn't bad. He was quite attentive: licking the shaft, fondling the nuts, massaging the head, and sucking it all in a most agreeable rhythm. Nevertheless I eventually muttered, "I want to fuck something so bad!"

"If that's what you want," he said, as he got into position, like last time with his ass up.

"This time, I would prefer you on your back." I wanted to watch his face while I fucked him. He rolled over and I lifted his legs. I placed a pillow under his lower back and put my cock against his tight pink hole. With my cock in position leaned into him, bringing our faces close. "Last time I was gentle. This time, I'm going to be rough." His face tensed, as he prepared for my onslaught.

I pressed hard, forcing it all inside. He squealed and started panting. I held it there, fully inside him. "Was it too much?"

"Damn, you're big," he said. After a few moments he motioned he was okay and I started to fuck, rough and hard. I called him my slut. His ass was mine. With long deep strokes I pounded him hard. He moaned out loudly, but his sounds were muffled with a kiss. He pulled my shoulders in closer and we kissed deeper.

I asked him if he wanted my load inside. "Do you want me to breed your ass?"

"This is all for you," he replied.

I wanted to cum deep within him but instead I pulled out, cumming on his cage. His prison was glazed with my spunk.

When I stopped breathing hard, I thanked him for starting my day so great.

"I was hoping that you'd be nice to me, since I was nice to you," he said.

"Thank you for being nice," I said.

"Will you be nice to me?" he begged.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"I want to be free."

"I can't." I said.

"What!?" he yelled. "Why the hell not?"

"I don't have the keys. I gave them to Shawn for his birthday present." Eric face looked mortified. I think he then understood his dilemma.

He just muttered, "fuck," as walked to his bed, rubbing his sore ass.

Please more this is hot

 

[dr_bates]

part 11:

Eric didn't linger; he got dressed and walked out abruptly. There was no point in just waiting. We didn't know if Shawn was going to return that night. He may simply go first to his classes tomorrow morning. Surely, Eric wasn't in a talking mood - at least he didn't want to talk to me.

I fed Ares a morsel of food, just a few flakes. He was a beta fish with long flowing red fins that I kept in a small aquarium. It was more of a small bowl than an aquarium. He would endlessly swim around, looking for other betas to fight. I wondered if Eric's confinement was like this fish. The fish has desire but nothing to quarrel with.

That surely was not right. Eric's cock being caged wasn't like Ares. No, his dick was more like a gennie. All that potential power was trapped in a tiny little space. Not being able to find someone to rub the lamp could keep the power of gennie contained for eternity. Waiting for Shawn to return must have seemed like forever.

I considered my options of things to do. Frankly, nothing sounded good. Seeing his bed gave me some fond memories. I figured I might as well, so to speak 'what the hell!' I could certainly go again.

I climbed on his bed and stuck my dick between his soft pillows. I humped slow and steady, savoring the feeling of his fabric on my firm shaft. It also provided a heady ego surge, as I primitively declared dominance.

I held his pillows firmly and fucked hard, grinding my hips and slapping my nuts against the cushions that he'll soon use. Internally, I wanted to last forever but I also feared his early return. I didn't edge and pushed through, waves of elation coursed through me. My large gooey load seeped between his pillows, leaving my spunk and scent for him to enjoy.

Luckily for Eric, Shawn did return later that day. I felt lucky being able to describe Eric's torment before he pressed for his release.

"Eric is going to want out. He's getting desperate," I said. "He is going to demand being released tonight."

"I didn't get see him struggle," Shawn protested. "You said I could do anything I wanted with it."

"Yeah, but he's getting sour. I have to live with him after all."

As he pondered over my words, Eric rushed in, slamming the door shut behind him. "Get me out of this thing," he insisted.

I was surprised how calmly Shawn reacted. "Prisoners don't make demands," he countered.

Eric responded politely, "I am sorry. May I have the key?"

Shawn grabbed Eric's crotch, holding him by the cage. "To earn your freedom, I have three Herculean tasks for you."

"What do you want me to do?" Eric asked with an impatient tone.

"Remove your clothes," Shawn insisted. "I'm going to tie you to this chair."

I watched while Eric got nude, excluding the cage of course. Shawn tied his wrists and ankles securely, then fondled the cage. "Must be a bitch not being able to get hard." Eric was surely hoping he was about to be freed.

Shawn instead retrieved an electric trimmer. "Task one. You're going to lose your golden flocks." Eric's mouth opened in disbelief. Shawn turned the trimmer on and quickly zipped off his fluffy mantle of blonde pubes. He spent time going carefully around the cage, trying to ensure a complete job. When Shawn was done, Eric was quite bare and looked dumbfounded. "Don't worry," Shawn said. "It'll grow back."

He fished a key from his back pocket and slowly removed the lock. As he carefully removed the hoops and metal dome, he told Eric more. "Task two: you're going to cum for me." Eric whimpered from the handling of his goods from its unyielding metal enclosure. Before it was completely removed, he was rock hard. "Feels good to be hard, doesn't it?"

Eric whispered, "Yes," while looking at his now throbbing and hairless member.

He wasted no time. Shawn gripped the shaft and started stroking, giving the dicked wanted pleasure. Eric's legs spread wide and his head leaned back, as he finally received stimulation.

In his frustration, Eric neglected to shave over the weekend. His jaw line was covered in golden stubble, as was a developing mustache. I kissed his lips, feeling the rough manly texture of his face.

Shawn edged him good, bringing him ever so close to cumming before stopping. Each time he'd ask, "Are you going to cum for me?"

Eric would mutter "yes"; each time, however, Shawn would stop, making him wait longer. "Please let me cum," Eric begged. His balls were tight and sore, needing to desperately cum.

Eventually, Shawn didn't stop. Eric yelled, "God yes, I'm going to cum!" Shawn kept stroking, as Eric's muscles tightened. When he shot his load, Shawn meticulously captured it all in a glass.

"Dang, that was some huge load," Shawn said, examining the precious fluid. Eric's body relaxed in the afterglow of post orgasmic bliss. The bliss was shortlived. Shawn resumed stroking, particularly massaging the sensitive head. Eric's body jerked, as it was over flooded with stimulation. Eric was crying and yelling simultaneously, as he tried in vane to endure the extreme pleasure and pain.

"Fuck, stop!" he cried out. Shawn didn't relinquish. If anything, seeing the struggling, made Shawn more committed to keep going.

After several cruel minutes, Eric sobbed with his cock releasing a second load. "Please, stop. please, stop," he kept muttering in desperation.
Shawn kept stroking, telling him he needs to hear the magic words. "Please! Please! Please!" Eric yelled out.

"Not that. You should be thanking me," Shawn insisted, as he rubbed the head mercilessly.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you, Shawn, for making me cum," Eric blurted out.

Shawn stopped tormenting the poor cock and
unbuckled his pants and fished out his own cock. As he was getting himself hard, he requested my participation. He said we were both going to wank off in front of him to reinforce what he was missing.

I didn't question Shawn's directive, though his dominance was surprising. I dropped my boxers and stood there stroking. The two of us put on a show, letting him watch our cocks. Shawn removed his hand, letting his dick bob menacingly before him. "Which of our cocks do you like the best, Eric?" he asked teasingly.

Eric didn't respond right away. "Come on, which cock do you like the best? Which one would you like to suck?"

Eric's eyes looked terrified. "I don't know. Neither."

"You have to pick one or you'll be sucking both," Shawn insisted.

"Your's," Eric hastily answered.

"Ha!" Shawn yelled out to me. "He likes my ginger cock over your big beast."

"Being smaller, it's easier to suck," I teased back. Shawn grinned at me menacingly.

He held the glass, telling me to cum with him. Our pace quickened and our breaths labored. He would periodically tense. He nodded at me, as he lowered his cock to the glass. I shoved my own near the rim with one arm wrapped over Shawn's shoulder. Our cocks flooded the glass with two more loads.

Shawn jiggled the glass, helping to merge our fluids. "Our DNA is united," he quipped. Then squarely looking at Eric, he said, "Okay big boy, drink up."

"Fuck no!" he insisted.

Shawn grinned. He told Eric that if he would taste our fluids, he'd make me wear the cage.

"Excuse me!" I blurted out. "I'm not wearing that."

"It's just for tonight. Anyway you said I could do whatever I wanted with it." My brow furrowed in irritation. "Don't you want to see him drink your seed?"

I truly did want that. "Come on, it's only for one night." I begrudgingly helped Shawn cage my cock. As he was placing the lock, my thoughts strayed. We didn't wash the cage, so my cock was lying against Eric's sweat. I started to get hard but, then suddenly realized, I couldn't.

He brought the glass up to Eric's face. Eric hesitated. He then said, "Only if I get the key."

Shawn didn't hesitate. "Deal."

Eric opened his mouth, allowing Shawn to pour the mixture of our spunk over his tongue. He closed his mouth and swallowed. He took that like a champ.

For the remainder of the evening they sat side by side unison playing videogames, quite chummy. I however brooded on my bed, wondering what laid ahead. My gennie was trapped.