Date: Tue, 08 Jan 2002 19:53:34 -0800
From: Peter in Los Angeles <sailboyla@hotmail.com>
Subject: dorm-domination-3

Dorm Domination
Chapter 3

by SailboyLA@hotmail.com

Disclaimers:

* Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you live.
* This is a story about men having sex. If you don't want to read this, go
elsewhere.
* The characters aren't having safe sex because this is fantasy. Please use
condoms when you have sex.
* Post this story freely and widely, but please include my email credit if
you do.

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>From Chapter 2:

I sat next to him, and he looked at me. "You did well tonight," he said, and
then he did something which surprised me more than anything he had done
tonight. He kissed me. He pulled my neck to meet him, and he pushed his lips
hard against mine. His tongue snaked out and found mine, and was gone before
I knew what had happened. This man - this GOD - had kissed me.

"Goodnight," he said as he fell back in bed, and turned out the only light
in our room. Stunned from the kiss I had just gotten (What did it mean? I
didn't think he would do anything to please me. What the HELL?!), I stumbled
to my bed. As I lay down, I could still smell his scent - crotch, cock, ass,
cum - on my face. With my belly full of Mike's cum, I fell asleep and
dreamed of sex.

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Chapter 3

In my dream, I was in the middle of a group of hot, naked men, cocks and cum
and asses everywhere. I was being pushed and pulled by these men, and I was
being held up by their hands only, like being in a naked mosh pit and having
a finger or cock in every one of my holes.

When I woke up, I was being pushed around - by Mike. He had grabbed my
shoulders and was pushing me around on my own bed. He quickly had me
positioned on my back with my head hanging over the edge of my bed, my neck
extended.

"What the hell . . ." I started to ask. That was all I could get out before
my mouth was stuffed full of Mike's cock. Quite a wake-up call.

"Morning, sunshine," Mike said. He grunted as his cock hit bottom inside of
my throat, his balls now resting on my nose. I could smell our sex from the
night before. I started swallowing his cockhead lodged inside of me, trying
to give him even more pleasure.

"I get real bad morning wood, bitch, but luckily you are here to
accommodate. My morning wood is now your problem, even more than it is mine.
I warned you that this cock was your responsibility now, cunt." He pistoned
his cock in and out of my throat. I had to gasp for breath.

"Put your hand on your throat, bitch," Mike commanded. I reached up and his
hand pressed mine down on my throat, holding it there, not strangling me.
"Now feel this." He pushed his cock head from where it had been in my mouth
down into my throat. I could feel my throat expanding as his dick filled me
up.

"That's my cock inside of you, slut," Mike said, holding his dick deep. He
pulled out an inch, then rammed back in. I could feel exactly where his dick
head was. "You can feel me filling you up, faggot. Keep your hand there."

He pumped in and out of me. I kept one hand on my throat, feeling his cock
penetrate my throat with each thrust. With my other hand, I reached behind
him and found the back of his thigh. I felt his furry legs up to his ass,
and put my fingers in his crack. He was hot and a little sticky from our
mixed cum the night before. I got my finger wet with the cum and ass juices
there and brought my hand to my face.

"You can't get enough, can you, cumslut?" Mike asked, snorting. I put the
finger under my nose and inhaled the smell of cum and Mike ass. I nearly
came then.

"I wish I could take my time, but I've got a 9 o'clock class. Just enough
time for a blow job from my whore." Mike was grunting more and more. "You're
gonna get it directly from the source this time, faggot. I'm gonna shoot
down your throat, right into your stomach. Don't worry; I'll let you taste a
little bit."

He started bucking harder now and I knew he was close. His balls pulled up
off my nose, I felt his cock lodge deeper in my throat than before, and I
could feel the spurts shoot into me. His ass shook and pumped. I was his.

As he was slowing down but still coming, he pulled his cock most of the way
out of me, leaving just the cockhead in. He reached down and finished
jacking his cock into my mouth, feeding me several spurts of cum directly on
my tongue. I lapped his dick head and sucked hard to try and get every last
drop. He slapped my cheek, saying, "Careful. My dick is sensitive now." He
pulled out and I felt empty, filled a little by the cum in my stomach. I
swirled his cum around my tongue, savoring the flavor.

"My class and work out schedule are on the desk," Mike said as he got
dressed. "Memorize them by the end of the day. Get a pager today and leave
the number on my desk by 6 o'clock." He gathered up his backpack and turned
the door knob to leave. He stopped and turned around. He snapped his fingers
and pointed to the ground in front of him. I knew what he wanted without him
having to tell me: Knees. Now.

I crawled from bed and fell to my knees in front of this man. His ass facing
towards me, he dropped his pants and bent over. His ass crack, that amazing
crevice, faced me.

"Give me a kiss before you leave," Mike said. "Big, sloppy wet kiss."

I leaned forward and spread his ass cheeks. His hole was pink and a little
puffy from where I had rimmed him a little too hard the night before. I saw
some dried cum around the edges of his asshole. I licked from the base of
his balls to the hole, then cleaned the hole. The smell - cum, sweat, ass,
man - was stronger than even last night. My cock raged with a mind of its
own. I had just pressed my tongue past his tight ring when he pulled his
pants up.

"You can jerk off and shower, but don't wash your face today," Mike said. "I
think we both want everyone to know what a whore you are. And you never know
- someone else may want a piece of you."

He left before I could protest. I looked in the mirror. I had cum and ass
juice all over my face. It wasn't completely obvious, but I smelled of sex.
Anyone who got near me or sat next to me today would know what it was. I
sighed, resigned to the fact that I wouldn't wash my face today, and came in
five strokes. I ate my own cum, something I rarely did, but today I wanted
to. Mike had given me a thirst for cum I was only beginning to understand.

As I got out of the shower, Greg the RA was brushing his teeth. My face
flushed and I knew he could see the dried cum on my face.

"How are you and the new roommie getting along?," he asked. He always seemed
to be smirking.

"Great," I said. "We seem to have a lot in common."

"Glad to hear it," he said. "Let me know if I can help. With anything."

"I'll do that," I said, rushing to get out of the bathroom. In spite of my
embarrassment (or maybe because of it), my dick was pushing against the
towel around my waist.

I headed off to class, trying my best to memorize Mike's schedule as I went.
Geography, English, Weight training, Wrestling practice. I memorized as much
as I could before I walked into class.

I wanted a seat in the back for my Psychology class. I didn't want anyone to
see my face, or to smell the sex we had last night. I found a seat in the
far corner. Lecture started and luckily no one sat in my row.

Five minutes after class started, Zak walked in. Zak was the hottest guy in
our class and I tried to sit behind him whenever I could. He had a habit of
leaning forward in his seat and I could look down his shorts and underwear
to the crack of his ass. He wore tight shirts and baseball caps turned
backwards. He was the absolute last person I wanted to see today, and he was
heading for the open seat next to mine.

I tried to put my backpack over the seat, but Zak got there first. "This one
taken?," he asked, looking at my face. I told him it wasn't. A look of
surprise was gradually replaced by something that looked like understanding.
He smiled, big, and sat down.

My face burned with shame as I continued to take notes. Zak was sitting
right next to me, our legs touching. He had to smell me. He said nothing.

I looked over and he was writing in the margins of his notebook closest to
me. He wrote, "Looks like one seat was taken last night." I was puzzled, and
put a question mark next to his comment.

"Looks like your FACE was used as a SEAT last night, dipshit. Musta been
fun. I envy the fucker who rode you."

I literally slouched down in my chair and wished I could evaporate right
there. He did know. And he liked it.

"Who was it?" he wrote. I wrote back, "Can't say." He wrote back, "Tell me,
or I ask the professor why one guy would let another guy sit on his face."
He had me. "Roommate," I wrote. "Lucky guy," Zak finished. My cock, thinking
for itself again, pushed against my jeans.

He whispered something I couldn't make out. I leaned in to hear better, my
ear nearly touching his mouth.

"I said, sit forward and pay real close attention to the professor," he
whispered. "You make one sound and everyone around here will know what a
faggot asslicker you really are."

I leaned forward in my seat and nearly jumped out of it when Zak put his
hand on my back. His touch was electric through my shirt. When he untucked
my shirt and put his hand on my warm back, my cock throbbed.

He ran his hand down my back until he found the crack of my ass. I let out
an involuntary moan which caused the girl in the row in front of me to look
back. I smiled and tried to look absorbed in taking notes. I couldn't let
that happen again.

Zak's fingers probed my ass crevice. When he got as far as he could reach,
he pushed me forward so just the edge of my ass was on the seat. His finger
made contact with my hole, and I did jump a little. His finger snaked inside
of me and I felt utterly helpless, literally wrapped around the finger of
this college stud.

He leaned in to whisper to me again. "Now, whore, you are going to reach
into your pants and jack yourself off. Right here, right now. You are to cum
in your hand. Any questions?" I shook my head no. His mouth inched forward
and he bit my ear, hard, while he stuck his tongue in it. The pleasure/pain
was intense. The girl looked up again, just after Zak had taken his mouth
away, and I realized I had moaned again.

I put my hands in my pants (I was glad I worry the baggy ones today) and
began to jack my already leaking cock. Zak's finger had found my prostate,
and I was dripping enough precum to make a visible drop on my jeans. I was
getting close to cumming when Zak pulled his finger out of my ass. I looked
at Zak to see what was wrong. He had put the finger from my ass up to his
nose and was casually smelling it.

"Not bad," he whispered. "I might have to taste that direct from the source
one day." My eyes bulged at this straight guy who had just smelled my ass on
his finger.

"Get it wet," he said, putting the finger to my mouth. "Someone might see. .
." I started. "GET IT WET," he said, more firmly. This time a fairly hot guy
to our right heard and looked. Before he got any louder, I stuck the
stinking finger in my mouth and cleaned it off. I could taste my ass juices
on his finger and it got me harder than ever. The eyebrows to the guy on our
right shot up and I couldn't look at him any more. My face was flushed with
embarrassment and exertion from jacking off in class.

Zak plugged the finger back into my hole and began to push and pull in my
ass, stimulating my prostate. The taste of my own ass, this stud finger
fucking me, and the guy to my right watching pushed me over the edge. I
began coming.

As I began shooting, Zak raised his free hand, and interrupted the
professor. "Professor Miller, I had a question. . ." The abrupt interruption
made everyone in the class turn around and focus on Zak . . . and the guy
sitting next to him shooting a load into his hand in his pants. "Could you
repeat the part about the dominance of the alpha male over the other males
in the pack?"

I tried my hardest to maintain a normal composure as I shot my load in my
pants with this stud's finger in my ass. He suddenly added a second finger
which caused a third and then forth wave of orgasm to hit me, all while the
professor is talking about the necessary role of alpha males to maintaining
order in wolf packs. The guy to our right said, "Fag!" just load enough for
us to hear him. My hands were getting soaked in cum.

As attention shifted back to the lecture, Zak pulled his finger out and made
me clean it. "Show me your cum," he said. When I did, he said, "Eat up. You
have 30 seconds before class ends." I gobbled the cum off my fingers and
finished just as the lecture ended. Zak leaned over and whispered, "Sometime
we should have more fun when we're not in class," and left. The guy who had
been sitting on our right murmured, "Faggots!" as he left. I looked down to
my notes and saw that Zak had written down his phone number right under the
heading "Alpha Males" in my notes.

After class, on the way back to the dorm, I stopped by the student union and
got a pager. The guy who signed up the service leaned over the counter at
one point and sniffed, then looked at me. This was turning out to be a long
day.

I got home and waited for Mike. There was nothing on his schedule, yet he
wasn't back by dinnertime, so I ate alone. Even though I had known him a
little over a day now, I missed him.

I played with my cock, downloaded some porn off the internet (one picture I
found looked a little bit like Mike, or Mike's younger brother), and did
some homework. Still no Mike. I went over to his dirty laundry basket. A cum
crusted jock was buried about half way down. The smell was bitter and musky
and acrid; I couldn't get enough of it. I jerked my cock until I was just
about to cum - visions of Mike shooting down my throat bolting through my
head - but held back. I didn't think Mike would want me to cum this late at
night.

When Mike arrived at 2 in the morning, I rushed to unlock the door. He look
completely exhausted.

"Where have you. . .?," I started.

"I'll tell you later," he said. "Right now I just need sleep." He stripped
out of his clothes slumped into bed, and I started to get into mine.

"Push your bed over to mine," he said. I hesitated only a moment before I
complied. Would I get to sleep with him?

"I need a cockwarmer," he said. I looked confused. "Get under the covers and
put my cock in your mouth. Don't suck it. I want to go to sleep with my cock
in your cumwhore mouth." He smiled at that. He liked that he could call me
his cumwhore and that I liked it.

I got under the covers, and lay down next to him, scooting down so that my
arm around his bulky thighs and my mouth even with his cock. His cock was
flaccid and looked as exhausted as Mike did. I hugged his legs tight and
admired his body. I felt closer to Mike than ever. It was an intimate
furnace with his heat and mine trapped under the sheets.

"No sex for you tonight, bitch," he said. "We've both got a big day
tomorrow. Make sure you have that pager on all day tomorrow, understand?"

I nodded yes as I started to take his dick in my mouth. He slapped the top
of my head.

"What?," I asked.

"You forgot something." He lifted his leg. I was still confused.

"Kiss me goodnight," he said, and I knew he wasn't talking about his mouth.
I wedged my head between his muscular, furry thighs and my mouth found his
beautiful ass. I kissed his hole once, just the outside, and inhaled his
scent deeply.

"Nice bitch," he murmured sleepily. He was already falling asleep.

He closed his legs and I took his cock in my mouth. It tasted of cum and . .
. ass? Not mine. Someone else's? It turned me on that Mike's cock might have
been in another guy's ass. I wanted him to fuck me, to be inside me, but
tonight would not be the night.

I fell asleep with Mike's soft cock in my mouth, breathing through my nose.
I had never been happier.

TO BE CONTINUED. . .

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* Special thanks to IAFratBoy@hotmail.com and his series "Special Dorm
Delivery" for the inspiration.
* Thanks for all the encouragement so far. Fan emails are welcome but not
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* I have a rough outline for part 4, but it might take me a while to write
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