Date: Wed, 14 Mar 2012 01:05:48 +0800 From: Ben Ng Subject: Rick's Diary Part 10 - The Next Day The next morning I woke up and Mike was still on top of me. I once again savored the feelings of having this hunk so close to me, so intimate. I gently caressed his back, feeling the fine hairs on him. I reached up and felt his blonde hair and thick neck. I probably won't get another chance to touch him this way so I made sure I enjoyed every moment. His cock has deflated, but it was still in me. It has stayed in my ass the whole night. I slowly reached down and grabbed his ass. I loved his big, round ass, so I took advantage of the fact that he was asleep and groped him. I gently massaged every part of his body my hands could reach, feeling every muscle. He really had a great body and I absolutely adored it. I guess my massage was really good because I could hear him moaning. His head was rested on my shoulders so his moans were right next to my ear. It was so sexy. I felt him up more and he started to stir. I could feel the cock in my ass starting to expand. His morning wood was growing right in me. He started gently thrusting and he grunted. He wasn't fully awake, yet he was already fucking me. I grabbed his ass, pushing him in. I really enjoyed his big, beefy body against mine. He continued to thrust in me, gently and slowly at first, then gradually gathering speed. By then, he was awake. He was looking right at me, his face inches from mine. His eyes were still dreamy, but it was full of lust. His mouth was open and the expression on his face was one of pure enjoyment. I wanted to reach up and kiss him, but I thought better of it. It was amazing to see how much enjoyment I was giving to this big man. For a moment I wanted to please him as much as I can. I opened my legs wider, allowing him better access. He reached down, grabbed my ass and lifted me higher. He got on his knees and started thrusting me harder. I took a pillow and put it under my ass for support. He grabbed my legs, put them on his shoulders, and went to town. He kept banging me hard, pulling out almost all the way then slammed back in. He was so forceful that every thrust pushed my whole body back a little. His balls were slapping against my ass. His pubes were brushing against mine with each push. He started moving further up, bending my body more. After a while, he was almost pushing right down into me. He was grunting and panting above me, looking at me with a lustful, determined expression. I was totally his bitch at that moment. He was pounding me relentlessly in a superior position. I looked up at him, urging him on. It reminded me so much of Ben fucking me. He did it in the exact same position. I wonder if dominant males like this. I knew he couldn't last long, but I didn't care. He was good. He was so thoroughly fucking my ass I didn't care about anything else. It was timeless. He started thrusting even faster and harder and then he climaxed, uttering a guttural sound then shooting his cum deep into my ass. He was breeding me like an animal. Slowly, he released me and I lay back on my bed. Then he did something totally unexpected. He gave me a big bear hug. He hugged me so tightly I couldn't breathe. He buried his head in my neck and said, "That was the best sex I ever had, last night and just now. Thank you, Rick." His sound was muffled because he was pressing on the pillow under me. I stroked his hair with my right hand and his back with my left. "You are welcome, Mike. Anything for you." His body starting trembling and I could tell he was sobbing. That took me by surprise and I didn't know how to react. "No one was so good to me before. Everyone hated me." He was sobbing louder and was shaking. "It's ok. You just had some bad experience in high school. College will be better, I promise." "Thank you, Rick. I don't know how to repay you." I can think about several ways he could, but it was not the time to say anything. "You are welcome, Mike. You are really a good guy. People just have to get to know you." He lifted his head and faced me, eyes still red. "I don't know what will happen if you didn't become my roommate." "Well, I am, and we are going to have a lot of fun." I gave him a smile. "I'm sure we will." He responded with a warm smile. So, things have gone better than I could imagine. At first, I was treating this like a game. I wanted to seduce this straight jock and see how far he would go. Then I heard his pathetic sex stories and took pity on him, offering to help him get better. I didn't know it meant so much to him. He was really responding to me with gratitude and admiration. And now, I was his best friend, his savior, and I have grown attached to him as well. I kind of treat him like a little brother. I want him to be happy. I want him to have what he didn't have in high school. I want his life to be better. I don't know what this feeling is. Is this love? As Mike held onto me tightly, he drifted back to sleep. I guess the sex just now was exhausting. I thought about my relationships so far. I thought about Ben. I could say without a doubt I love him. Yet, I just let Mike fuck me. What does that mean? Do I love Mike? As I thought about it, I knew Mike and I wouldn't be romantically involved, ever. We can only be fuck buddies. And I suspected, once I got him to be good enough at sex, he would be fucking girls in no time. At that point, he probably wouldn't even look at me. That would be sad, but then I already got more than I expected. I have to learn to let go and let him fly. I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep, enjoying his body against mine. For the next few weeks, he fucked me a lot, in every position imaginable. He was really getting into it. He stopped wondering about if it was gay; I guess he convinced himself he was only doing it to get better at sex so he could fuck girls. And he was getting better. I made him last longer and longer each time, setting higher and higher goals. Sometimes he could do it, other times he just couldn't control himself and fucked me wildly. I enjoyed both treatment, but he definitely was improving. He was also gaining confidence on the way. I started to get addicted to him fucking me. I thought about it in class, during meals, and any time I wasn't with him. I was obsessed. The first thing we went back to our room was to strip and fuck. No words were needed. I thought about how long this would last. When he inevitably got better, he would stop fucking me. I would miss him. I missed his big, burly body pressing on me; I missed his wild animal fuck; I missed the grunting and groaning sounds he made. I got to get a hold of myself before I totally fall for him. I knew it wouldn't end well if this continued. So, I decided I didn't want to get totally addicted to his fucking that I couldn't live without it. I got to wane off him, slowly. And I got to replace it with something else. I got a plan. I thought about how I could execute it; I needed help. It was almost a month later that I found the perfect person for my plan.