Date: Wed, 03 Oct 2001 20:50:59 -0400
From: lukex <lukex@subdimension.com>
Subject: Danny in the Dorm, Chapter 2

Danny in the Dorm
Part 2


	After that day, when I was tied up on my knees and sucked Danny
off, things were quite a bit different between us.  Danny seemed to carry
himself with a little more swagger, a little more arrogance, I think in
part because he got off on the idea that I was sexually attracted to him,
and because he liked the idea that that gave him some kind of control over
me.  Also, I would occasionally find him eying me from across the room when
we were both home studying, as if he were trying to figure me out.  And he
became an even less considerate roommate in a lot of ways, like cleaning
out the mini-fridge and keeping his stuff on his side, which I wouldn't
have thought possible.
	But mostly things were different because from that point forward, I
was Danny's personal cocksucker, and whenever he wanted a blow job, he
rammed his cock down my throat.
	It started the next morning.  I awoke to the feeling of being
shook, and as I slowly blinked my eyes open, I saw Danny standing beside my
bed, shaking my shoulder.  He was wearing a T-shirt and gray boxer brief
underwear.  I lay there for a second, trying to get myself awake.
	"Hey, homo, get up," he said.  "I got my morning hard-on and I want
it sucked.  Get to it."
	I reached out my arms to stretch, still trying to wake up, but I
guess I wasn't moving fast enough for Danny, because he grabbed hold of me
and pulled me off the bed and onto the floor.  I fell in a bit of a tumble,
and he reached down and grabbed my arms and pulled me up to my knees.
"Come on, cocksucker, let's go.  Blow me."
	His crotch was right there before my eyes, inches away from my
face.  I could see the outline of his stiff dick beneath his underwear.
That sight, and the thought of his beautiful dick, was enough to get me up
(in more ways than one).  I reached out and pulled down his underwear, and
his dick flopped out, hitting me in the face.  I took a hold of it in my
hands and started rubbing.  It was hard and spongy, and began reacting to
my touch, growing even further.  This was really the first good look I had
gotten at his dick, since the previous day he pretty much kept it in my
mouth the whole time.
	Danny's dick was, like the rest of him, perfectly
well-proportioned.  It wasn't either the biggest or the fattest dick I'd
even seen, but it was a very good size, I would guess 7-8 inches and pretty
thick.  His balls were large, larger than most, and then hung rather low
and freely.  I kept pulling at his dick, and then looked up at him.  He had
his head slightly arched back, looking up and away, and it made the muscles
that sloped from his neck to his shoulders stand out in relief.  I wished
he weren't wearing a T-shirt, because I really wanted to see his smooth,
hard chest and flat stomach.
	I looked straight ahead at his cock again, and I could see a drop
of pre-cum at the tip.  I leaned in and licked it off, and then licked
around the head.  Danny moaned very softly, and then said to me, "Hey,
homo."
	I looked up.
	Danny was looking down at me.  "I gotta get to class.  Suck me
now."  And with that, he grabbed my head and thrust his cock forward, past
my lips and into my waiting mouth, and kept pressing forward until the head
of his dick banged against the back of my throat, and my nose was pressed
deeply into his golden brown pubes.  I was unprepared for this, and gagged
and sputtered a little, until I was able to catch my breath.
	"What's your problem, faggot?  Can't take a real man's dick?"
	He loosened the grip on my head, and then he started to fuck my
face.  Like the previous day, he maintained a pretty steady fucking rhythm,
sliding his dick all the way into my mouth and then pulling back almost all
the way out.  I knelt there, taking it, licking and sucking on his dick,
and he pounded my face.
	"That's good.  Feels good, cocksucker.  Gonna blow me every
morning, aren't you, faggot?"  Danny kept up a steady stream of
conversation while I sucked on his thick rod.  After just a minute or two,
he started to really pick up the pace and fucked my face rapidly.  At one
point, his dick flopped out, and he grabbed it with the hand that wasn't
holding my head, and said "Keep that dick in your cocksucker mouth," and
slapped me hard in the face with it a few times before shoving it back in.
I felt the slippery precum and saliva that was coating his dick all over my
cheeks where he had dick-slapped me.  He kept jerking himself at the base
as he slid my head up and down on the top half of his cock, his fist
banging up against my mouth with each thrust.
	Danny started to tense up.  As he was pulling my head away, I felt
a strong spurt that shot from his cock just inside my lips and violently
hit the back of my throat.  Then his dick was out of my mouth, and he kept
jerking it, shooting a couple more times, big wads that hit me in the nose
and cheeks, until he pushed it back in and shot a few more times.  Again,
he pulled it out, and two more shots of cum spewed forth, one landing on my
chin and one just above my eye.  Then it was over, and he rested his dick
against my face for a minute.
	Danny took a couple of steps back.  I looked him over, his cock
still glistening and now beginning to soften.  His strong, muscular legs
were covered with a thin layer of blonde-brown hair.  I looked up at him;
his eyes were closed, and I noticed the way his pecs caused to T-shirt to
hang away from his body.  My own dick was hard and leaking, and I reached
down and rubbed it through my underwear, looking at Danny and licking the
cum around my lips as I did.
	Then he opened his eyes and looked at me.  "What the fuck do you
think you're doing, faggot?" he said harshly, and he kicked at my hand,
hard.  Then he grabbed me by the hair and angled my face to look up at him.
"You do not play with yourself in front of me, you got that?  You suck me
off, you drink my cum, and that's that.  Got it?"  Without waiting for a
reply, he pushed my head roughly so that I fell backwards against my bed.
	"Alright, I gotta shower and get out of here.  Thanks for the blow
job, faggot." And Danny put his underwear back on, grabbed a towel, and
walked out.


	For that first week, I probably sucked Danny off twice every day.
And every one of those times, it was the exact same blow job.  Me on my
knees while he stood above me, him holding my head tight and sliding his
dick in and out of my mouth.  Most of the time he shot his load into my
accepting mouth, a couple of times he shot all over my face, and once he
just started wagging his dick like mad as he was cumming, and sprayed cum
in my hair and on my face and on my shirt and on the floor behind me.
	Danny came like no guy I had ever seen.  I'd probably sucked off
about 20 guys before (high school adventures -- but that's another story),
but never one who shot as much cum as Danny, or as many times, or as far.
When he would cum, he would shoot 8, 9, 10 times, most of them pretty big
shots, and they were forceful.  When he came in my mouth, I could feel it
violently spewing, hosing the back of my throat.  And when he came in my
face (or around it), I could see his cum shoot out with a real force and
travel far.  (Once, I was kneeling in the center of the room, and he shot
over my head and his cum landed in the middle of his bed.  He chastised me
for moving my face, and then ordered me to go lick it off his bedspread so
it wouldn't leave a stain.)
	Once, after a particularly rousing cum bath, when he left to go to
the bathroom, I stood and walked over to the mirror.  I was astonished to
see how much cum was on my face.  It looked more like two guys had shot
their loads on me.  It so happened that he came in sooner that I expected,
and caught me looking at myself in the mirror.
	"Like what you see, faggot?" he asked.
	I didn't reply.  Then Danny walked over to me, and stood behind me,
so that I could just see his face behind mine in the small mirror.  "You
like having a faceful of cum?"  I didn't want to tell him how much I loved
having his hot sticky jism all over my face, so I didn't say anything.
	"All that sperm going to waste.  That's Grade A, high quality
sperm, full of protein.  Hey, you could use some more protein in your
diet."  Then, suddenly, he placed his left arm around my head, and
maneuvered my head into the crook of his elbow, holding it tight, while he
swiped his right thumb along the edge of my face, sweeping up the cum that
was dangling there.  Danny roughly pushed his thumb into my mouth, pressing
it back and down tightly in a manner that was quite uncomfortable.  "Suck
my cum off, like a good faggot."  I sucked most of the still warm cum off
his thumb as he pulled it out, and then he spooned up some more cum and
stuck his thumb back in.  He kept this up until I had pretty much swallowed
all the cum off my face, each time more forcefully plunging his thumb in my
mouth.
	And so it was for that first week.  I couldn't believe my luck.
Danny was an unbelievably hot stud, and if wanted his dick sucked often, I
certainly wasn't complaining.  I would have sucked him five times a day if
he'd demanded it.  I would usually wait until he left for class and then I
would jerk myself off, the taste of his cum still fresh in my mouth, or
sometimes his cum still sticky all over my face.
	In the weeks that followed, the blow jobs became slightly less
regular, as we each got more involved with classes and studying and just
college life in general.  But there was never more than 2 days in between
blow jobs, and usually Danny would have me suck him off just about every
day.  Once, after he'd been away for the weekend and I hadn't blown him for
4 days, he gave me a real rough workout, and shot an unbelievably huge
load, even for him.
	And there was finally some variety.  He would occasionally sit on
the edge of his bed and have me kneel in front of him, or I'd be sitting at
my desk and he would just come stand next to me and immediately start
rubbing his crotch in my face.  A few times, he laid back on his bed while
I kneeled on the bed between his legs and blew him.  Or I might lay on my
bed, while he kneeled over me, sometimes holding down my hands over my head
as he stuffed his cock down my throat.


	A Tuesday night.  We were both studying at our desks.  We had set
up our desks so they faced each other, which gave us more floor space in
the room, and for me had the extra advantage of when I looked up from my
books, I saw the gorgeous face of a hunky stud.  We both had exams that
week.
	Danny said to me, "Hey."
	"Yeah," I said, not looking up.
	"I think I would study better if you were blowing me."
	I laughed.  "Maybe at the end of this chapter."
	"No, Luke, I'm serious.  Now, come over here and suck me."
	I looked up at him.  He was half-smiling.  I wanted his dick.  I
pushed back from my desk and walked over to his bed, where I waited for
him.
	"Why don't you come over here and do it?"
	I looked at him.  "Where?"
	"Down here," he said, pointing at the floor in front of him.
"Under the desk.  That way I can keep reading while you go at it."
	"Uh uh."  I said, shaking my head.  "Just come over here."
	"Hey listen, homo, I gotta read this shit.  Now get your faggot ass
on the floor under my desk."  When I still didn't move, he snapped his
fingers and pointed at the floor in front of him.  I walked over to his
desk, and he pushed back his chair so that I could get under the desk.  It
was cramped, but I managed to get on my knees, and holding my head down I
could just fit under the desk.  Danny pushed in his chair so that his
crotch was near my face.
	"Take it out," he said.
	I reached up and unzipped his jeans, and then pulled out his dick.
It was half-hard, and I slurped the whole thing into my mouth and began
sucking on it.  I could feel it hardening in my mouth, until he was stiff
and his cock completely filled my mouth."
	"That's the way, queer.  Now just suck on it and take your time."
Danny reached under the desk and placed his hand on my head.  There was
very little room to move down there, and at first I wondered if he was
going to start caressing my hair.  But he just rested his hand there while
I sucked on his rod.
	A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door.  I tried
to remember if it was locked; this was a dorm after all, and people walked
into other people's rooms all the time.  We were always pretty careful to
lock the door whenever I was blowing Danny, but we hadn't this time.
	"Who is it?" Danny shouted, and we heard a voice say "Mike."  Mike
was a friend of mine who lived down the hall, a good guy that I had struck
up a solid if still early friendship with.  I immediately went to move
away, put Danny pushed his cock up and my head down, and pushed his chair
even further forward, so there was no where for me to go, and no room to
move my head.
	"Come in," said Danny, and I really started to freak out.  The desk
had a full panel on the side, so that I didn't think I could be seen, but I
did not want my friend to catch me under Danny's desk.
	"Hey," Mike said to Danny.  "You seen Luke?"
	"Um," Danny replied.  "He was here, and then he said he had to go
down."
	"Go down?" I heard Mike say, with a weird tone in his voice.  "What
do you mean, go down?"
	"You know, go down.  Go down and get something to eat."  There was
silence.  "Down to Cooper, to the grocery story."  I desperately wanted to
pull myself away from Danny, but I was trapped, and with his dick pushed so
far down my throat and no way for me to pull back, I was starting to have
trouble breathing.  "You know how much Luke likes to go down and get
something to eat."
	"Uh, yeah, whatever," Mike said.
	"He's probably eating something right now," Danny said.  "Yup, I'll
bet he's chewing on something even as we speak."  I was getting closer and
closer to choking.  There was no way I was going to stop it.
	"Yeah, right," Mike said, and I could hear in his voice that he was
confused and annoyed.  "Just tell him I came by, okay?"
	"You bet," Danny said.  I heard the door close, and finally lost
it.  Unable to breathe, I coughed and gagged, spitting all over Danny until
he released his hold and I pulled back and took a deep breath.
	"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I said to Danny, angry.
	"Oh, shut up, and get back where you belong, sucking cock," Danny
said back and once again pushed his chair forward and his dick in my mouth.
I sucked him off until he blew his load, and I swallowed it down.  Then he
pushed back and let me out from under the desk.
	"Why'd you say that shit to Mike?" I said as I was coming out.
	He grabbed me by the collar as I passed him.  "Listen, faggot, I
say what I want to whoever I want.  And don't forget it.  Or else."


	The room was hot.  It was late October, but the heat was messed up
and our room was boiling.  Danny had come in a few minutes earlier, and
almost immediately started complaining about the heat.  It was really hot,
I was wearing only gym shorts and a T-shirt, Danny had on jeans and a
sweater.  "Christ, it is so fucking hot in here," he said, and then he
peeled off his sweater.
	I watched him from the bed where I was sitting, admiring the
muscles of his chest and his perfectly flat, hard stomach, or his strong
back when he would turn around.  He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his
socks (Danny almost always took off his shoes and socks when he came in, he
was a little obsessive about it.).  Then he plopped himself down on his
bed, and rested his arms above his head.  From where I was sitting, he
looked so fucking hot: shirtless, the muscles in his arms and shoulders in
profile, his bare feet jutting out from his snug jeans.
	I got up and walked over to his bed and then kneeled down between
his feet and reached for his crotch.  This was the first time I had ever
made a move to blow him without him first telling me too.  I half expected
him to tell me to stop, but he just lay there, looking up at me with his
sparkling green eyes, his hair hanging in a mop against the bed.  I
unbuckled his belt and jeans and then pulled down his fly.  He lifted up
slightly to let me pull down his pants and underwear; his cock was already
starting to grow.  As I started to lean in towards it, he pulled back his
leg and placed his foot against my chest and pushed me back.
	"I didn't say that you could suck me." Danny said, looking at me
with a sneer.
	I didn't reply.
	"Did I?  Did I say you could suck my dick?"
	I shook my head.  "No.  No, you didn't."
	"You need to earn the right to suck my cock.  Perhaps you can start
by asking me politely."
	"May I suck your dick, please?" I said.
	Danny pushed me harder with his foot, and I leaned back.  He lifted
his foot from my chest and brought it higher.  "Maybe you should kiss my
feet first."
	His foot was right in my face.  I kissed the bottom of it, then
licked it a few times.  "Hmm," Danny said.  "I don't think that's quite
enough.  A lowly cocksucker like you should do better than that.  You need
to lick my feet all over, and beg me to let you suck my dick."
	I started licking Danny's foot more and more, really slobbering on
it.  He pushed his toes into my mouth where I sucked them.  He would stick
his toes deep into my mouth, trying to push as much of his foot in as he
could.  And I sucked on it.  Then he brought his other foot up, and pressed
both his feet into my face, sometimes alternating which foot's toes were in
my mouth, sometimes holding my face between his two feet.
	He kept this up for a couple of minutes and then said again,
"You're doing a pretty good job of kissing my feet, cocksucker.  But I
don't hear you begging to eat my dick."
	"Please, Danny," I said, pulling his foot out of my mouth
momentarily.  "Please let me taste your hard dick.  I want it in my mouth
so bad.  I am desperate to have your cock down my throat.  Can I please
suck on it?"
	"Maybe," said Danny.  "First tell me what will do."
	"I'll suck your cock deep down my throat, and make it feel real
good.  I'll make it all nice and warm and moist and deep throat you so far.
I'll make you shoot your hot cum like crazy, you horny stud."
	Danny rested his feet back down on the bed.  I leaned forward again
to put my mouth on his dick, but he said "Ah, wait a second."  I looked up
at him, my head less than a foot from his dick, which was now fully erect
and pointing towards the ceiling.  "Ask me again."
	"Please let me suck your cock, Danny," I said.
	He stared at me hard, held my gaze.  "What are you?" he said, with
a tension in his voice.  When I didn't answer, he said it again.  "Tell me
what you are."
	"A cocksucker."  A pause.  Your cocksucker," I said, looking deep
into his eyes.
	He smiled and nodded.  "That's right.  Now go for it, faggot."  And
I buried my face in his crotch, rubbing his hard cock all over my face.
	Danny just lay back as I sucked him, keeping his arms over his head
on the bed, relaxed.  For a change, I started to jerk his cock and then
leaned in and began sucking his balls.  I pulled one all the way in my
mouth and rolled it around.  "Ooh," he said.  "Yeah, suck on those balls,
faggot.  Suck the other one."  I moved to his other testicle and then
alternated sucking and licking them.  "Yeah, lick those balls."
	I kept jerking him while I sucked on his balls, and then as I was
adjusting my position and was kneeling straight up, he started to cum.  I
jerked him even faster, and watched as he shot arcs of cum through the air.
As usual, he shot far and often, with a couple of them shooting up past his
nipples and onto his pecs, one landing on his left nipple, and the rest
pooling just at the top of his hard abdomen.  It was a beautiful sight, his
cum shooting across his strong, muscular torso.  As the last of his cum
shot out, and he lay there in the afterglow, I could not resist.  I leaned
all the way in and began licking the cum off his pecs.  It was the first
time I'd ever touched his chest, and as I licked one pec I rubbed the other
one.  Then once I had licked all that cum, I took his cum-covered nipple in
my mouth and began to suck on it.  I swallowed down the hot juicy cum that
was there and kept playing with his nipple, when I felt him start to move.
"Alright, faggot, that's enough," he said, and pushed he off him.  "Keep
your faggot mouth where it belongs from now on, in my crotch."
	He sat up and I looked at the rest of his cum dripping down his
body.  I desperately wanted to lick it off him, but I could tell from the
look on his face that that was not a good idea.
	"Get off my bed, homo," he said, and I returned to my own bed.  He
looked uncomfortable with my watching him.  "Give me your T-shirt," he
demanded, and I pulled off my T-shirt and handed it to him.  He used it to
rub himself clean and then walked over to me.  He pushed me down on my bed,
and then pushed the cum-covered T-shirt in my face.  "Here, faggot, you
want my cum that bad, you can have it, queer."  Danny started really
rubbing it all over my face, pressing down really hard.  I reached up to
stop him, but then pushed down my arms and knelt on them.  He again started
roughly smashing the T-shirt into my face.  I could feel the gooey liquid
rubbing off on me.  "You can have all my cum, all over your cocksucker
face."  After a couple more minutes of this, he pulled back suddenly and
got off me.
	I lay back fully on the bed for a couple of minutes with the
T-shirt still covering my face.  The smell of Danny's cum was strong, and
my dick was really hard.  I hoped he would leave so I could jerk off, but
he didn't; he put his sweater back on and then just sat down at his desk
and started going through his book bag.
	He didn't look like he was paying attention, so I started to rub my
dick through my jeans while I lightly rubbed the cum on my face.  I knew I
wouldn't be able to pull my cock out and jerk off, but I couldn't stop
myself.  Danny walked over to his closet, not even looking at me.  With my
hand in front of my face, I wasn't really paying attention to him either,
but then he was suddenly at my bedside.  I looked up at him, confused, and
he was scowling.  "I told you never to touch your little fag dick in my
presence, didn't I?" he said.  I immediately pulled my hand away from my
crotch, and he jumped on top of me.  Then he quickly pulled my arms above
my head and knelt down on my upper arms while he wrapped a rope around my
wrists.  (Of course -- the closet!  He had gone to get a necktie to tie me
up again.)  He tied the tie firmly around my wrists, and then pulled on
them and tied them to the bed post.  "If you can't keep your hands off your
dick, then we'll just have to make sure you won't."
	I struggled underneath him but it was clear I wasn't going to be
able to release my arms.  Then he stood, walked over to the closet again,
and came back with more ties.  This time he sat on my legs and tied my
ankles together.  Then he used another rope to tie my ankles to the base of
my bed, so that my body was stretched tight.
	Danny stood and looked down at me.  He reached across me for the
T-shirt that had fallen by my side.  "Here, you wanted this cum, right?"
And he began slowly and methodically pushing the T-shirt into my mouth,
little by little.  When he had completely filled my mouth, he stopped,
stood, said "so long, cocksucker," and walked out.
	Shortly after he left I was able to spit out the T-shirt.  Then I
lay there, immobilized and now even more desperate to cum but unable to.
Several hours went by.  Danny didn't come back until late that night.  When
he came in, he said to me, "Don't say anything, homo.  Not one word."  He
turned on the light by his bed, and I looked at him.  He looked a little
drunk.
	He took off all his clothes except his underwear (it was still
really hot in there) and came over and kneeled on the bed next to my head.
Then he leaned way in towards my face and said "Where's your little cum
rag?  You done chewing on that?"  Then Danny pulled down his underwear and
began jerking his cock.  "This stupid girl I was with all night, and then
she won't even put out.  Fucking waste of my time.  But I thought, hell, at
least I can get a blow job from the faggot when I get home."  He placed his
cock, now half-hard, across my lips.  "Don't open your mouth."  I just
waited, feeling the pleasant weight of his cock on my lips, smelling his
great teenage jock smell.
	Then Danny took his cock in his hand again and began jerking it.
"You know what, faggot?  You don't deserve to suck my dick tonight.  Not
after your misbehavior earlier.  You can just think about it while I jerk
off."  And he proceeded to rub his cock, inches away from my face.  I stuck
out my tongue trying to reach it, but he laughed and pulled back in time.
I pulled on the ropes to try and get myself closer, but the way I was tied
up I couldn't move more than an inch in any direction.
	After a few minutes of this, I could sense Danny's breathing
starting to get heavier as he neared his orgasm.  He started jerking
himself really hard and fast, and then he let out a moan as he shot his
load.  Cum poured out of his dick and onto my face; he shot his usual 7 or
8 big gooey loads, every one of them hitting me right in the face.  It went
on my lips and cheeks and chin, and on my nose and forehead and a little in
my eye.  One shot I think landed in my hair.  When he was done coming, he
looked down at me and said "You are all covered with cum, faggot."  Next he
rubbed his still hard dick all over my face, squeezing one last drop of cum
out, and spreading all the cum that was there all around, so that every
inch of my face was covered with his sticky jism.  He especially made sure
there was plenty on my upper lip, and the smell of it was strong and
intensely arousing.
	Between the earlier blow job I'd given him, the fresh load he just
dumped on my face, and being tied up so tight for hours, I desperately,
urgently needed to cum.  I figured that as soon as he untied me, I'd go to
the bathroom and jerk off in a stall.
	But Danny walked over to his bed and started to climb in.  "Wait,"
I started to say.
	"I said don't say anything, homo.  I told you never to touch your
dick.  But apparently, when you have cum on your face, you can't help
yourself.  So now you will get to spend the entire night with a load on
your face, so you can get used to having a face full of cum and not playing
with your dick."  He flicked off the light.  "Goodnight, faggot."


To be continued....
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