Date: Wed, 13 May 2009 20:54:43 -0400
From: stories@nc.rr.com
Subject: GAME NIGHT

Game Night

(college, mast, auth, cum denial, humil, feet, drug use)

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PLEASE SEE END FOR AUTHOR'S NOTES AND LIST OF OTHER STORIES...


GAME NIGHT -- A PROMISE FULFILLED - FRIDAY, MAY 29th 2009

	Ryan mounted the weight bench in the improvised workout room of
their apartment, fully prepared to assume his role as tonight's
entertainment, allowing his hands to be secured to the uprights normally
used to support a hefty barbell.  Lifting his legs, he looked to the
wall-mounted television in the corner of the overcrowded room.  Jason, his
roommate for the past two years, was connecting Ryan's video camera to the
monitor with high-definition cables.  Once ready, he pompously announced to
his buddies it was time to begin.  Andrew, a longtime friend of Jason's,
would be afforded the privilege of being the first to penetrate the
submissive boy spread out below.  Tommy and Matt, regular guests along with
Andrew, stood expectantly nearby, waiting to watch the show and take a turn
themselves.

	The past month had been difficult for Ryan.  Over the last
twenty-nine days, his roommate had somehow morphed into a curious
combination of bully and boyfriend, persecutor and protector.  He'd been
led to this point incrementally, step by agonizing step, and tonight was
the culmination of Jason's work.  On this night Ryan was simply a hole to
fill, at least to the three invited guests, and Jason was going to take
great pleasure in watching the upcoming debasement, made all the more sweet
a victory by the fact that Ryan would enjoy it more than anyone else in the
room.

	Andrew spread wide the legs of the staked out pussyboy lying on the
bench and positioned his angry, red cock at the well-used entrance.  He
pushed hard, showing no mercy, bottoming out on the first thrust before
stopping to allow his dick to soak in the velvety glove provided by Ryan's
newly discovered cunt.  Since Jason had been providing updates to his
friends throughout the month, everyone knew what would happen next - Ryan
was going to cum from nothing more than the stimulation of a hard cock
inside his twat.  Humiliated beyond words but unable to control his body's
response, Ryan winced as his aching cock failed to contain his jizz, the
first shot easily clearing his head and drawing a loud roar of approval
from the onlookers.  Overloaded by both the pleasure and shame of such a
slutty display, Ryan allowed his mind to wander as the waves of orgasmic
bliss racked his body.  It hadn't always been this way.  He hadn't always
been such an obvious, cock-hungry slut...

BEGINNINGS -- AN AGREEMENT MADE - FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

	"Fuck you, Ryan!!!  I can't believe you're doing this again!!!"

	By now, Jason had been shouting at his roommate for over fifteen
minutes.  Grabbing his checkbook, he stormed out of their second floor
apartment warning "don't think we're done, Ryan -- you're gonna regret
this!"

	It should have been a pleasant day.  Warmth had returned to North
Carolina, the welcome sun prompting rebirth and renewal.  Jason's fury,
however, blinded him to this annual miracle as he walked with deliberate
speed toward the leasing office.  Moments ago, his roommate Ryan had
revealed he'd be late with his half of the rent and utilities - for the
third month in a row.  Jason had little choice -- this month he'd have to
shoulder the entire cost.

	But money wasn't the cause of his rage.  Jason's affluent southern
family provided generously and he'd never miss the additional funds.  His
anger stemmed from the misconception that Ryan was irresponsible.  This was
not true; his roommate was normally quite dependable.  Thanks to excellent
grades, he'd secured a scholarship to their prestigious Durham University
but the grants scarcely covered tuition and books.  To pay rent and other
expenses he worked as a waiter at an upscale restaurant in the historic
downtown district.  Until recently, this provided enough for living costs
but the recession had cut into his earnings.  His hours had been reduced
and he was netting significantly fewer tips.  Unfortunately, this caused
their living arrangement to grow ever more strained.

	"I have to teach him a lesson," Jason grumbled as he walked back to
the apartment.  He made a decision to act quickly, before his temper
cooled.  Ryan needed to know the full extent of his fury.

	When Jason returned, Ryan was sitting on the couch, the unspoken
language of his slender body indicating his heightened tension.
Wordlessly, Jason rushed to the utility closet and retrieved a screwdriver
from the tool box.  He beamed inside as he considered what he was about to
do.

	Moving quickly to Ryan's room, he opened the door and raised the
tool before coaxing the screws out one by one.  The door was fully off the
top hinge by the time Ryan dared to approach.

	"What are you doing to my door?" he asked hesitantly.

	Jason initially ignored both the question and his roommate.
Squatting to reach the bottom hinge, he began to extract those screws as
well.

	"YOUR door?" he finally responded without looking up.

	"Yeah," Ryan repeated.  "What are you doing to my door?"

	"You know -- it seems to me that this isn't YOUR door, not for the
next thirty days anyway.  This is MY door for the next month.  I'm the one
who paid for it."  He jerked it free of the over-painted hinges and stood,
lifting the confiscated slab of wood and walking it down the dark hallway
toward his room.  Ryan was only a few feet behind, complaining all the way.

	"You can't do this, Jason -- I need a fucking door!!!"

	Jason slid his stolen cargo underneath the bed before answering.

	"Now would be poor time to be raising your voice to me, Ryan."

	The hardness in Jason's eyes was menacing and the fine blond hairs
on Ryan's forearms stood on end.  The precise emotion to blame for this
response was difficult to identify -- was it rage, fear, or some
combination of both?  He wisely lowered his voice before continuing.

	"I'm sorry, Jason.  It's just that I need my door."

	"Why?"

	"For privacy -- why else do people use doors?"

	Justin maintained his fierce stare, raising his eyebrows and
cocking his head slightly to one side upon hearing Ryan's defiant tone.

	"So you'll jerk off in the bathroom for the next few weeks.  Maybe
this will encourage you to pay your rent next month."

	Ryan decided to try a different approach -- reconciliation.

	"I'm sorry -- listen, I'm sorry for everything - the rent, the
utilities, and for raising my voice.  Just please, let's put the door back
up."

	Jason, unmoved, stoically crossed his arms in front of his chest.

	"You'll get your door once you've paid the rent.  I think that's
fair."

	Ryan, frustrated and unmistakably beaten, turned to walk away.

	"If you're willing, maybe you could earn it back," Jason offered.

	"How?"

	"Instead of finding the cash -- which might be difficult - you
could be in charge of all the domestic responsibilities around here.  That
way, at least you'd be contributing to our living arrangement."

	"So you want me to clean the apartment for the rest of the month?"

	"Yes, but when I say clean -- I mean clean.  You'll do the kitchen,
the living room, both bedrooms and bathrooms - everything.  You'll also be
in charge of the laundry -- yours AND mine."

	Like most college students, they were doing well to give the
apartment a light cleaning every few weeks.  This was going to be a
tremendous additional burden to Ryan's already hectic schedule.

	"And if I agree to this, you'll put my door back up?"

	"Maybe -- if I'm pleased with your work," Jason teased.  Ryan
rolled his eyes and sighed.

	"Dude, I don't have the time to keep up with my classes, work at
the restaurant, AND be your fucking maid!"

	Jason felt his anger about to boil over.  He'd just offered Ryan a
fair compromise and the ungrateful bastard was yelling at him.

	"Fine -- then I'm done with you.  I want you out of this apartment.
I don't intend to support you if you're not gonna pull your own weight.
You've got until the end of the month."  His ultimatum delivered, Jason
began to close his door.  To Ryan, the proposal suddenly seemed less
ridiculous.

	"Wait!  I need this place.  You know I'll never find an apartment
on what I make.  Please, I'll take care the cleaning and everything..."

	Jason briefly considered before answering.

	"No, too late -- now you've pissed me off.  That deal's off the
table."

	"What?  Please, I'll do anything!"

	"Is that so?"  Jason's eyes gleamed as his mind began to work.

	"Yes -- anything you want."

	"So, whatever I say, even if it makes no sense, you'll do it?"

	"Yes, yes!" Ryan said emphatically.  "I'm desperate here."

	Jason's features softened, melted by a puckish grin as he
considered the mischief he could cause.  He relished the idea of having an
outlet for his bullying, an inherent need that hadn't been adequately sated
since high school.  But first he needed to test Ryan's sincerity.  There
was no genuine need to do what he was now considering, but as angry as he
was it seemed an apt penalty.

	"Follow me," he commanded as he walked to Ryan's room, the missing
door allowing easy entry.  "Jesus -- it's a mess in here.  Gather up your
underwear."

	"What?"

	"You heard me -- do it now and stop asking questions."

	Ryan opened his dresser and collected his jockeys.  When nothing
but socks remained, he turned to face his roommate.

	"Is that all of `em?  Are there any in your hamper?" Jason asked.

	"A few..."

	"Get them too -- every last pair.  Hurry up!"

	After placing his clean underwear on the bed, Ryan moved to the
hamper, sorting the contents to retrieve the soiled shorts.  Once done, he
looked up curiously for his next instruction.

	"You got `em all?" Jason asked.

	"Yeah -- I think so."

	Jason snatched the clean shorts from the bed and motioned for Ryan
to follow him into the living room.  He opened the sliding glass balcony
door with Ryan in tow, still clutching his dirty jockeys.  Jason removed
the lid to their small hibachi grill and tossed the shorts inside.

	"Go on -- throw yours in too," Jason instructed.

	Ryan, in no position to bargain, begrudgingly placed his dirty
shorts on the pile and they were soon doused with lighter fluid.  With the
flick of a lighter and a loud "whoosh" of flame, the ruined garments began
to burn.  Jason searched his roommate's face for a reaction -- and got
another idea.

	"What about the ones you're wearing?" he asked.

	Jason got the reaction he was looking for -- Ryan begged.

	"No, Jason, can't I keep these?  They're my last pair."

	"Take them off and watch `em burn."

	"Why?"

	"...Because you pissed me off!!!" Jason shouted angrily, taking a
step forward and moving uncomfortably close.  "For the next month, I want
you walking on eggshells around me.  You need to know there will be
consequences for getting me angry.  A month without underwear, without any
privacy, and few measly extra chores isn't too high a price to pay for
staying here rent free, is it?"

	Ryan looked down at his feet and muttered, "I guess not..."

	"Then unless you wanna be homeless, you'd better get those shorts
off before the fire goes out."

	Jason was inventing this humiliation on the fly, enjoying the
feeling of control that came with it.  If his roommate didn't move soon,
he'd retrieve the underwear himself.  Ryan retreated into the living room
to give himself more space and to keep from being seen by the people in the
parking lot below.  He turned his back to Jason while latching his thumbs
under the waistband of his sweats, pulling both them and his underwear down
together.  After slipping them off, he stood and separated the garments,
his back still turned to Jason.  The smooth, white globes of his ass mooned
his roommate as he bent forward to step back into his sweatpants.  When he
turned around, dirty jockeys in hand, Jason stepped away from the sliding
door and made a grand gesture toward the grill.

	"Burn `em, dude..."

	Ryan stepped outside, his soft cock and low-hanging testicles now
swinging unsecured inside his sweats, and tossed his last pair of underwear
onto the fire, watching as they too were consumed by the inferno.  Jason
replaced the lid to squelch the flames and ushered his roommate inside.

	"OK -- let's review.  For the next month, you'll take care of all
the housework.  The entire apartment will be cleaned daily.  You got it?"

	Ryan nodded in affirmation.  "Yeah, I understand."

	"Good, then we have a deal.  Actually, since leaving home I've
kinda missed having servants around.  This might work out nicely for both
of us.  You get a free month of rent and I get a maid."

	"Oh, come on, Jason -- don't call me that!"

	"You do NOT wanna piss me off again," Jason threatened, pausing to
allow the words to sink in before continuing.  "Get started on your chores.
Remember, the guys are coming over to play cards tonight."

	Noting the unhappy look on his roommate's face, Jason had another
idea.

	"Do you still have your workout kit from freshman PE?" he asked.

	"Yeah, somewhere -- I think I kept it."

	"Wear that tonight.  Think of it as your servant's uniform."

	"Those shorts really shouldn't be worn without underwear."

	Jason smiled as he felt Ryan's anxiety skyrocket.  This was going
to be a lot more fun than he'd first thought.

	"I know, dude.  I know..."

GAME NIGHT -- A SIMPLE REQUEST -- FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

	Once a month, the guys hosted a poker night for three of their
friends.  In truth, they rarely played cards for long, choosing instead to
simply drink heavily, smoke weed, and watch inane programming on Spike TV
-- they were nights of beer, bongs, and bullshit.  Andrew, Matt, and Tommy
were closer to Jason than Ryan, as all four were business majors, spending
their days on the same part of campus.  Ryan, a science major, rarely saw
the other three at school.  "Game night" was a firmly entrenched routine
among the five of them -- and it was unfortunately scheduled for tonight.

	When the doorbell rang, Ryan had just finished his housework and
was obediently changing into his old PE clothes as instructed.  He'd filled
out since his freshman year and the t-shirt was far too tight across the
chest, his rubbery nipples plainly visible through the worn material,
poking out like pencil erasers.  Of more immediate concern were the flimsy
blue shorts and the prospect of wearing them without underwear.  With wide
leg openings and a high slit along each side, they barely contained his
unruly cock and scrotum.  Trying to put these worries out of his mind, he
answered the door.

	"Hey Ryan -- how've you been?" asked Tommy while Andrew and Matt
rushed to the kitchen with their amply supply of beer.  As he took note of
what Ryan was wearing, he added "Must be laundry day, huh?"

	"Oh, yeah..." replied Ryan, trying to keep from blushing.

	"Where's Jason?"

	"He's in his room.  We had an argument and I think he's still mad."

	"Well, he'd better get over it -- at least for a couple of hours.
I don't wanna deal with another one of his moods tonight."

	Jason emerged and greeted his friends, briefly grinning at his
roommate to indicate approval of his wardrobe selection.  Ryan retreated to
the couch and turned on the TV.  Jason spoke in vague terms about the
argument this afternoon, but graciously left out most of the details.

	"Hey Ryan, you want a beer?" yelled Matt from the kitchen.

	"Sure, I'll have one..."

	"Uh, uh -- no way," Jason interrupted, explaining the new
"agreement" to his friends.  "Ryan serves us tonight."

	Matt and Andrew joined Ryan on the sofa while Jason continued to
clarify the new hierarchy.  Matt gently nudged his arm, whispering "don't
worry about it, dude -- it's just Jason being Jason.  He'll cool off in a
couple of days.  But for god's sake, don't get him mad again..."

	Ryan smiled meekly and nodded his agreement.  It was sound advice.
They'd known Jason a long time; his temper and the mean spirit that
accompanied it were legendary.  While listening to the story, Andrew pulled
a bag from his pocket.  After retrieving the bong from under the coffee
table he prepared a bowl.

	"So...what do you guys wanna do tonight?" asked Jason.

	They settled on a few hands of poker and moved to the dining room -
less a room than an open space off the kitchen.  As Jason began to shuffle,
Ryan fished his last few dollars from the hidden pocket--flap inside the
waistband of his athletic shorts.  It wasn't much but he'd set it aside in
case they played cards.  Jason noticed.

	"Hey -- I thought you were broke!" he said with a menacing tone as
he continued to shuffle.

	"I am," Ryan stuttered.  "I mean, it's just twenty dollars."

	"Can you believe this, guys?" Jason chuckled.  "Not a dime for rent
but he's got money to gamble!"

	"Maybe I'll win enough to pay you back," Ryan said optimistically.

	Jason scoffed at the notion.

	"You won't win -- you never do -- you can't bluff worth a damn.  In
fact, I think I'll just take this as a down payment on what you owe."
Reaching across the table, he took the money.  "Besides, I don't gamble
with the help..."

	"Oh, come on, Jason -- give it a rest", interrupted Matt, visibly
unhappy with the tension between the roommates.  "We didn't come over to
listen to you two bitch all night."

	"It's OK, Matt", said Ryan, trying to keep the peace.  "I shouldn't
be gambling if I can't pay the rent.  I'll just watch -- and I can get your
drinks.  He's right anyway -- I can't bluff worth a shit."

	"Let him play, dude," added Tommy.  "Whatever problems you have,
put `em aside for a few hours.  You're gonna ruin our evening."

	They sat watching Jason for a few seconds as he prepared to deal.
It was clear he was in charge - whatever he decided would be final.

	"Is there still a bottle of bourbon in the kitchen?" he asked.

	"Yeah, I think so," answered Ryan.

	"Go get it."

	After he returned with the bottle and five shot glasses, Jason
continued.

	"OK, I'm keeping your money -- you'd just lose it anyway.  But I
will let you play.  You're gonna bet with shots.  For every ten dollars you
bet, you'll do a shot.  If you win some real money, you can use that to
cover your bets first, but otherwise you pay up by drinking up.  You cool
with that?"

	Ryan wasn't in a position to complain -- besides, this wasn't as
bad as some of the things Jason could've concocted.  Actually, it was a
pretty sweet proposition -- a chance to play without risking any money.
He'd probably end up drunk but that usually happened anyway.

	"That sounds fine to me," Ryan agreed.

	"You're gonna be drunk off your ass tonight, dude," Jason said with
a disturbing chuckle.

	Ryan knew little about this game, unable to remember "what beats
what" without a cheat sheet.  This was going to be difficult.  He folded
during the second round of betting with only ten of his imaginary dollars
on the table.

	"Go ahead and pay up," prompted Jason.  Ryan poured the shot and
quickly tossed it back, the flavorful amber liquor warming his throat.

	By the end of the first hour, he was feeling the effects of rapid
alcohol consumption.  Having never stopped to eat dinner, there was little
in his system to slow the absorption of alcohol.  Already drunk, he decided
to cut his losses.

	"I think I'm done guys," he announced, his speech already slurred.

	"Can't hang with the big dogs, huh Ryan?" taunted Jason.

	"I just need to slow down -- you guys keep playing.  I should sit
out for a while."  Jason tried to gauge his roommate's level of
intoxication.

	"OK, how about this?  I'll loan you fifty dollars so you can play
the next couple of hands..."

	"Thanks, man -- that'd be awesome!"

	"But only on one condition..."

	"What is it?" Ryan asked while watching a terrifying grin spread
across Jason's face.

	"Wear your underwear on your head for the next hand!"

	Ryan's face fell and he fidgeted nervously as Andrew and Tommy
burst into laughter.  Matt rolled his eyes at the ridiculous, juvenile
suggestion.

	"Damn Jason, leave him alone," Matt interjected.  "You don't need
to humiliate him."

	"Yeah -- I kinda do," he answered, his eyes burning into his
worried roommate, silently reminding him of who was in charge without
revealing too much to his friends.  Tommy tried to diffuse the situation.

	"Ryan, you don't have to do that - Jason's just being a prick.  But
if you're gonna sit this one out, go ahead and fire up the bong."

	Ryan grabbed the pipe and lit the sticky, green weed inside, hoping
it would help him relax.  He held the smoke for several seconds before
exhaling and hitting it again.  After the current hand, the guys passed the
bong while Ryan served a fresh round of drinks.  As Andrew dealt new cards
to the four remaining players, Ryan retreated into his thoughts, reliving
today's events.  It felt like he'd been gone for hours when Jason called
his name.

	"Hey, Ryan, snap out of it -- I asked for a bourbon and Coke."

	"Oh shit, I'm sorry," he apologized while shaking his head, trying
to clear the cobwebs from his mind.

	Forcing himself to stand, he wandered to the kitchen.  Since the
bourbon was still on the table, he only needed a glass of ice and a coke
but it seemed to take forever.  Abruptly, the guys began to whisper and
Ryan's paranoia kicked in.  He returned to the table and prepared the
drink.

	"Wanna earn your twenty dollars back, Ryan?" Jason asked.

	"Huh?  Oh, how?" he asked apprehensively.

	"I'll give you twenty bucks for a foot massage," Jason stated,
plainly serious, as he stared at his stoned roommate.  The other three wore
mischievous grins, revealing the topic of their clandestine conversation
and irritating Ryan enormously.

	"You don't think I'll do it, do you?" he asked defiantly.

	"If you need the money you will," answered Jason as he started to
deal.  After an uncomfortable silence, Ryan's significant buzz got the best
of him.

	"I'll do it..."

	"Really?" asked Matt, the surprise evident in his voice.

	Ryan shrugged his shoulders in an effort to appear nonchalant as he
spoke.  "Ah, it's just a foot rub."  He moved his chair toward Jason.
"Here, you can prop your feet up on this.  It's just for one hand, right?"

	"Nope, I want at least twenty minutes -- a minute for each dollar."

	"Oh...well, that's fine I guess."

	"And I'm not propping my feet up.  Just crawl under the table."

	The atmosphere in the room seemed less friendly now, causing Ryan
to question the wisdom of crawling under a table surrounded by these guys.
Jason noticed the hesitation and eased his chair back to open a path,
arrogantly holding up the money and asking, "So you gonna do it or what?"

	As Ryan knelt and crawled under the table, Jason returned his chair
to its initial position, effectively trapping him underneath.  Ryan waited,
staring at his roommate's sneakers as he listened to the opening round of
betting.  Jason finally had to nudge him with his foot to get him moving.

	"The twenty minutes doesn't start until you get my shoes off."

	Ryan's hands were trembling as they reached for Jason's enormous
athletic shoes, his feet seeming so large from this vantage point.
Grasping the laces and pulling gently, he felt steamy heat escaping from
inside the sneaker.  As he slipped the moist shoe off, Jason wiggled the
toes of his sock-covered foot in response to the new-found freedom, their
incredibly potent scent filling Ryan's nostrils.  Curious, and still
holding the sneaker, he pulled the tongue back to find the size.  Thirteen!
Jason wore a fucking size-thirteen sneaker!  He heard laughter from above.

	"Shit, Jason!  You run out of soap this week?" asked Tommy.

	"If you think this is bad, imagine what it smells like under the
table!  Ryan, get the other one off and we'll start the twenty minutes."

	A distant-sounding voice asked a question from under the table.

	"Do you want your socks on or off?"

	"Shit, Ryan!  I'm paying for a foot massage -- you'll have to touch
my feet.  Now take `em out and get to work!"

	Choosing the left foot first, he peeled off the damp, foul cotton
sock, refusing to look until he'd done the same to both.  Since they were
roommates and Jason preferred to go barefoot in the apartment, he saw these
feet nearly every day.  Still, he'd never looked at them LIKE THIS before.
It was an odd, bizarre sensation -- being this close.  The thick, black
hair of his roommate's calves tapered and thinned as it spread over the
tops of his feet.  Wiry tufts of the same color appeared again on the first
joint of each toe.  Jason's big toes were exceptionally large and angular,
the underside reminding Ryan of the head of a snake - or perhaps some other
familiar shape he couldn't quite put his finger on at this moment.

	Cautiously, he cupped the foot in his hands and began to massage,
digging his fingers into the hot, damp flesh of the arch.  Jason sighed in
an overstated manner, causing the others to laugh, but Ryan didn't care.
He was fascinated by these feet and tugged gently on each of the toes -
something he did when he rubbed his own - hoping Jason would enjoy it as
well.  Changing feet, he gave the same high-quality service to the other.

	Drunk and high, Ryan couldn't tell how much time had passed.  He
was about to ask when Jason lifted a foot toward his face.  He tried to
dodge but there wasn't enough room.  The smelly, still-damp sole of Jason's
foot touched his cheek and rested there, toes flexing, repeatedly grasping
at his ear.  Ryan kept quiet, not wanting to call attention to what was
happening.  Moments later, the foot slipped forward and the dirty toes
grazed his lips.  Jason flexed his colossal big toe, dragging the lower lip
down, trying to work the smelly digit inside.  Ryan panicked and rose
suddenly, bumping his head loudly against the tabletop, initiating a round
of boisterous laugher from the guests.  Jason subtly removed the foot
torturing his roommate and casually used it to feel around for his
discarded socks, using his agile toes to grasp the cloth firmly.  He lifted
it to Ryan's face, rubbing the soiled, acrid fabric over his nose.

	Ryan was horrified when he realized the effect Jason's actions were
having on him.  After crawling under the table, his cock had slipped from
his shorts but since no one could see, it didn't seem to matter.  This
changed when he noticed the onset of an erection.  He futilely tried to
stuff his swollen prick back inside, adding to his stimulation and causing
him to go fully hard.  Worse, he realized he'd started to ooze precum.
Jason's voice startled him.

	"Time's up, dude -- you can come out now.  Go get Matt another
beer."

	"SHIT!!!" Ryan silently cursed, grasping his shorts in a pointless
effort to tuck his erection inside.  The small amount of available material
was simply not adequate for the job.  Even if he could get it covered, his
arousal would still be noticeable.  He crawled from under the table between
Tommy and Matt, despite the fact that this wasn't the most convenient exit.
That way he could stand with his back to the others and disappear into the
kitchen, out of their line of sight, and return his dick to its proper,
less shameful, location.  Once in the kitchen, he discovered he'd leaked
more precum than originally thought.  Though only semi-hard by now, when he
peeled back his foreskin to blot the head dry, the built-up fluid spilled
on his shorts.  Jason shouted after him from the dining room, clearly
growing impatient.

	"Ryan, where's that beer?  Hurry up!"

	"Maybe they won't notice," he thought, knowing he'd draw even more
attention if he didn't return soon.  Swallowing hard to muster his courage,
he approached the table with the beer, the front of his shorts still damp
and stained - his partially hard cock jiggling as he moved.  Matt noticed
the dark, wet spots as he was exhaling smoke from the bong.  Ryan didn't
realize it yet, but his life was about to change forever.

GAME NIGHT - MOST EMBARRASSING BONERS -- FRIDAY, MAY 1st 2009

	"What's up with your shorts, dude?" Matt asked curiously.

	"Oh...nothing," Ryan stammered, looking down and pretending to
notice the moisture for the first time.  "I must've got some water on
them."  He returned to his chair, trying to act casual during the awkward
pause that followed.  Sadly, what he'd admitted to earlier was true - he
didn't know how to bluff.

	"Wait, I don't remember hearing any water running," Andrew
observed.

	"Me neither -- come to think of it," added Tommy, his interest
peaked.

	Ryan continued his lie but decided it needed embellishing.  "I just
rubbed Jason's feet.  Did you want me to get Matt's beer without washing my
hands?"

	"Don't be rude, Ryan!" snapped Jason impatiently.  "Stand up and
let us take a look."

	Ryan's eyes rolled upward in their sockets but he stood anyway,
allowing them to examine his damp crotch with ease.  Four sets of
inquisitive eyes scrutinized the splotches while Ryan waited.

	"I know you didn't run any water, Ryan," Jason continued.  "I'd
have heard it.  So how did your shorts get wet?"

	"I told you already.  It was the sink!"

	"Stop lying to me!  Now how did it happen?"

	Ryan was frantic.  His lie had backfired but he couldn't admit the
truth.  Normally his mind functioned better than this.  Had he not been
high perhaps a better story might have come to him.

	"I don't know.  Maybe condensation from the beer dripped on them."

	"So...you rubbed Matt's beer on your crotch?" Andrew asked
sarcastically, drawing a laugh from everyone but Matt, who was sipping from
the bottle.

	"Dude, you gotta do better than that," noted Jason, who found
watching his roommate squirm extremely satisfying.

	"Yeah, Ryan -- just tell us the truth," prompted Andrew.

	"Guys, just drop it, OK?" he begged.

	"Did you piss yourself?" asked Tommy as he took a hit off the pipe.
"Do you have a bladder control issue, Ryan?" he added comically.

	"No!!! No way!" cried Ryan.

	Jason slammed his hand against the surface of the sturdy wooden
table hard enough to topple an empty beer bottle, creating a thunderous,
startling noise.

	"Then WHAT!!!" he barked menacingly.

	Unfortunately, the sudden noise made Ryan jump and his dick
reflexively released more precum.  The new moisture was restrained by his
foreskin but he knew it would soon leak into the shorts.

	"Alright, alright -- while I was under the table, my shorts bunched
up around my crotch and there wasn't enough room to fix it.  The pressure
made me hard and I started leaking precum.  It's precum - there -- you guys
happy now?"

	No one spoke.  He nervously tried to fill the silence himself.

	"I'm sorry I lied but it's not the kind of thing normal people talk
about.  I just assumed you'd let it go -- SHIT!"

	The three invited guests felt a bit sorry for Ryan.  It was just
some harmless, good-natured teasing, but they'd obviously upset him.
Jason's thinking, however, was diverted in an altogether different
direction.

	His initial objective had only been to teach Ryan a lesson.  As an
over-privileged bully, he knew the value of a little humiliation in getting
what he wanted.  To date, his "modus operandi" had been to disgrace a
person once then use fear of continued embarrassment to keep his victims
compliant.  The worried look etched on Ryan's face took him back to those
carefree alpha-male days in high school -- flushing freshmen heads down
toilets and stealing clothes in the locker room, playing keep away with
them until he tired of the game.  He didn't feel sorry for Ryan; instead,
he saw an opportunity to experience that same gratification once more.
Maybe he could convince his friends to take part as well -- acting as a
pack could prove even more entertaining.

	"God Ryan, don't get upset," said Matt after a few seconds.  "We
were just having a little fun."

	"Yeah," added Tommy.  "That used to happen to me all the time."

	"Me too," agreed Andrew.  He grinned and added with a good-natured,
humorous voice, "That's why you should wear underwear, dude."

	As they laughed, Ryan's precum navigated through his foreskin and
seeped into his shorts, causing a new stain to spread across the front.  He
felt the moisture but couldn't force himself to look.

	"You're still leaking," Jason observed.

	"I'm sorry, guys.  It sometimes takes a while to stop."

	"You must've been really turned on," Jason teased.

	"I wasn't `turned on' - the shorts were just rubbing me weird."

	Ryan casually brought his hands together in front of his crotch,
using them as a shield.  It was an awkward maneuver.  No one stands like
that unless they're trying to hide something.

	"Well, stop touching it," ordered Matt.

	"I'm not!"

	"Calm down, Ryan," interrupted Andrew.  "I'm tired of this game
anyway.  What else you guys wanna do?"

	"I don't know.  I'm pretty buzzed," said Tommy.  "Don't pick
anything that requires a lot of thought."

	"Let's just hang out in the living room," suggested Andrew.  "This
chair's killing my ass."

	"You guys go on," said Jason.  "I'll help Ryan get some snacks."

	As the three guests headed to the couch, Jason ushered his roommate
into the kitchen.  They heard Tommy's voice calling after them.

	"What kinda snacks?"

	"The usual - chips, pretzels, party mix," answered Ryan.

	"I don't know," replied Tommy.  "I'm hungry.  I need real food."

	"We could order a pizza," suggested Matt.

	As they phoned in the pizza, ordering more food than they needed --
which is often the case with potheads - Jason cornered Ryan in the kitchen.

	"Dude, what's up with you tonight?  Why'd you get hard under the
table?"

	"I told you.  The shorts bunched up and the pressure caused an
erection.  It happens -- no big deal."

	"So it had nothing to do with my feet?"

	"NO!!! Hell, no!  It wasn't like that!"

	"So if you were to do it again, maybe with one of the guys out
there, you wouldn't bone up just like before?"

	"Of course not!"

	"I don't know, Ryan," Jason said with a smirk, moving disturbingly
close.  "For some reason, I've got this nagging feeling about you..."

	Ryan sighed in frustration and rolled his eyes again.  This type of
reaction -- dismissive, like everyone else was an idiot -- was starting to
get on Jason's nerves.  He resisted the urge to slap his roommate hard
across the face.

	"Look," Ryan began.  "I'll say it again as clearly as I can - I AM
NOT INTO FEET."  He then opened the fridge, poking his head inside.

	"Wanna make a bet?" asked Jason.  His roommate's ass was sticking
up invitingly as he searched the refrigerator for more beer.  Jason found
himself watching it.

	"No...I don't need to prove anything to you."

       That was it.  Jason couldn't help himself.  With lightening
reflexes, he jerked Ryan's shorts to his knees and viciously smacked his
milky-white ass, leaving a burning handprint and eliciting a loud yelp.
Then, grabbing the back of his t-shirt, he yanked upward, whirling Ryan
around to face him.  The flimsy shorts slipped all the way to his ankles,
leaving him fully exposed.

       "Don't you EVER talk to me that way again, Ryan!" he stated in cold,
calm, simple terms.

       "You...you...you just hit me," Ryan stuttered, cowering, still not
believing Jason actually struck him.

	The noise from the living room had abruptly ceased after the loud
slap, plunging the apartment into unnatural silence.  Both guys heard
Andrew's hesitant voice.

	"Um, is everything OK in there?"

	Jason responded for them.

      "Just a little attitude adjustment -- nothing to be concerned
about..."  He then continued with Ryan, lowering his voice so the others
couldn't hear.  "I smacked your butt because you were being a smart-ass.  I
asked if you were interested in a bet.  If you win, I'll put your door
back.  Hell, if you win, I'll even buy you some new underwear."

	"What kind of bet?" Ryan inquired cautiously.

	"As casually as you can, you know - without it sounding too weird,
get the conversation on feet -- I don't care how you do it.  Convince one
of them to let you rub his feet while we wait on the pizza.  If you don't
get hard, you win -- it's that simple."

	"What do you get if I lose?"

	Jason smiled.

	"My prize will be the look of complete humiliation on your face
when that hungry pack of guys notices your hardon."

	"That doesn't sound like much of a reward," Ryan replied.

	"Oh, it is dude -- it so fucking is!" answered Jason with a
malevolent chuckle and a shit-eating grin.  He released his roommate,
allowing him to pull up his shorts.

	"And I'll get my door back if I win?"

	"You have my word.  So, are you in or what?"

	"I'm in...But god knows how I'm gonna get them talking about feet."

	"You'll find a way."  Jason gave him a playful slap on the ass as
they left the kitchen and joined their guests.

	Ryan smoked more pot as his mind swirled with ideas on how to steer
the conversation to the subject of feet.  About five minutes later, as they
were complaining about school, Andrew mentioned how far he had to walk
between buildings during one of his class changes.  It might be the best
shot he'd get.

	"You should be careful, Andrew," Ryan chimed in.  "There are two
hundred and six bones in the human body, with fifty-two in the feet --
that's twenty-five percent."

	The guys looked at each other curiously.  Matt suddenly laughed,
"Science majors -- always showing off."

	"It's true," Ryan continued.  "Most people don't realize how
complicated the structures in their feet are.  You need to take care of
them."

	"Whatever..." replied Andrew dreamily, unmistakably enjoying his
buzz.

	Jason took tremendous pleasure in watching Ryan struggle to get the
guys talking about their feet.  Tommy unwittingly picked up the
conversation thread.

	"No, he's right.  We had a guy in high school on the soccer team
who injured his -- what do you call it, Ryan -- metatas, metatur, no,
that's not it."

	"Metatarsal?"

	"Yeah, that's it, thanks.  Broke his fucking metatarsal and looked
like he was in pain for two solid months.  He missed the whole season."

	"What's a metatarsal?" asked Matt.  Ryan's last few hits had kicked
in and it took him a second to realize the question was directed at him.

	"Oh, sorry -- they're the five bones that connect the toes to the
bones farther back in the foot."  He knew his next statement would sound
awkward but he might not get another chance.  "Here, take off your shoe and
I'll show you."

	To his surprise, Matt didn't appear to find the suggestion odd in
the slightest.  In fact, he seemed strangely interested in learning
something new about his body.  As he removed his right sneaker, Ryan knelt
on the floor in front of the couch.  When the foot was finally bare, he
unashamedly grabbed it with both hands, holding it in an almost clinical
fashion.

	"The metatarsals run from here..." he said, running a finger along
the sole of Matt's large foot, "...to about here.  They're prone to stress
fractures and sports impact injuries."

	Jason was impressed.  Ryan had managed to get his hands on Matt's
bare foot without arousing a hint of suspicion.  The guys even seemed
impressed as he discussed sports medicine and gently massaged the foot,
demonstrating how to relieve stress.  Ryan was pleased as well.  He'd
satisfied the terms of the bet and was in little danger of getting hard.
Science was his element, the medical terms and information completely
nonsexual -- until Matt made a joke.

	"Just be careful touching my foot, Ryan -- we don't want you
messing your shorts again."  Ryan flushed as the room erupted in cackling.

	"It wasn't like that," he objected, placing Matt's foot on the
floor.

	"Relax, I'm just teasing...and don't stop.  You're pretty good at
it.  Go ahead and do the other one."

	Ryan took the other foot and removed the sneaker along with the
warm, damp sock.  Matt moaned as Ryan's fingers dug into the flesh of his
sole.

	"Oh, shit!  That feels fucking awesome!  Yeah, just like that."

	"Damn!" said Tommy.  "Does it feel that good?"

	"Haven't you ever had a foot massage?" asked Andrew.

	"Nope."

	"Gimme five more minutes and he can do yours," offered Matt.  "I
mean, if he wants to.  You don't mind, do you buddy?" he asked as his hand
tousled Ryan's blond hair playfully.

	"No, it's OK -- I don't mind."

	"That's good.  You're a good guy, Ryan -- you know that?  I've
always liked you.  I'm sorry we gave you so much shit before, you know,
about your shorts.  It's not like I've never gotten hard at the wrong
time."

	"Where's the most embarrassing place that ever happened?" asked
Justin.

	"Oh, man!" yelled Tommy enthusiastically as he moved closer.
"...Most embarrassing boner stories!  Mine always happened on the bus."

	"You rode the fucking bus, dude?" asked Jason with a condescending
chuckle.

	"Shut up, Jason," spat back Matt, defending his friend.  "We
weren't all rich growing up.  Tell your story, Tommy..."

	"Well, there was something about the vibrations on the bus.  I
mean, the thing shook like it was gonna fly apart going down the highway --
and all that stopping and starting.  Anyway, I'd almost always get hard.  I
couldn't help it.  I'd put my book bag on my lap but that just added
pressure.  As soon as I got home, I'd run to the bathroom and jerk
off...how about you, Andrew?"

	"Mine was in algebra class.  I was in tenth grade and my teacher
was Ms. McAllister.  It was her first teaching job and she couldn't have
been much older than we are now.  She had an ass to fucking die for!!
Watching her write equations on the board kept me hard the whole year."

	"That doesn't sound so embarrassing," noted Jason.

	"Well, one day she asked me to come to the board to finish a
problem in front of the class.  I was in no condition to stand up.  I told
her I didn't understand the problem and she picked somebody else, but
before she did, she looked at me and, I swear, dudes -- she knew -- she
just fucking knew!"

	Matt was not impressed.

	"Shit, Andrew -- Jason's right -- your story sucks!  You didn't get
caught and that whole `she knew' thing was probably all in your head.  If
you want embarrassing, I'll give you embarrassing."

	"What happened?" asked Ryan, still rubbing Matt's foot in his hands
and enjoying not being the center of attention for once.

	"I got a hardon in front of a doctor and my basketball coach!"

	"You're shitting me, dude?  Really?" asked Jason with an amused
smile.

	"It was one of those damn pre-season physicals.  We went in the
coach's office one by one and the doctor did the physical while the coach
worked at his desk.  I guess he was some kind of witness or whatever.  I
was fine until he asked me to lower my underwear.  As soon as I did, I
started to bone up.  He could tell I was embarrassed and said, `It's OK,
kid -- it'll be over in a second'.  Of course, this just made the coach
look up.  By the time he started fingering my nuts, I was raging.  What's
worse is I throw leaky ones like Ryan here.  You should've seen it -- me
standing there, dick bouncing up and down when I coughed once, then again.
A drop of precum actually fell on his wrist!  I pulled up my shorts and ran
outta there.  I passed the physical but was shook up so bad I didn't join
the team until the next year."

	The room was quiet as Matt's story sank in.  Tommy whistled -- a
gesture acknowledging how humiliating that must have been.

	"Damn!  You definitely win the award for most embarrassing story!"

	"I don't know about that," said Jason.  "We haven't heard from Ryan
yet."

	Ryan glanced at Jason and realized his plan -- talking about
getting an erection was likely to cause one.  He was lucky he wasn't hard
already just from listening to the others.

	"What?  Tonight wasn't embarrassing enough for you guys?" he
replied with a laugh, trying to deflect attention.

	"Come on, Ryan," prompted Tommy.  "It's time for my massage anyway.
You can tell your story while you rub."

	He moved toward Tommy while trying to keep his cock from falling
out of his shorts.  As he removed the sneakers and dirty socks, he tried to
think of a more embarrassing story but came up empty.  Tonight had
definitely been the worst.  He'd gotten hard at inappropriate times before,
everyone has, but he'd never been caught with an erection before this
evening.

	"Tonight really was my most embarrassing hardon," he said honestly.

	The guys considered his claim and appeared to buy it.  Tommy
reclined into the couch and stretched, letting out a satisfied moan as
Ryan's fingers worked the sole of his right foot.  He wriggled his toes
playfully, spreading them wide, and Ryan caught of whiff of the scent
coming off of them.  From above, he heard Tommy speak.

	"Yeah, I guess getting a big, leaky bone while massaging some
dude's feet would be pretty hard to top.  Where's that fucking pizza?"

	Ryan almost let the comment go without reply.  After all, it was
obviously a throw-away line rather than an accusation, but he couldn't
resist.  He didn't want his friends to think he had a foot fetish -- a
man's foot fetish at that!

	"I didn't get hard because of the feet -- it was the..."

	"I know I know..." interrupted Matt, sounding extremely irritated.
"It was the shorts, blah, blah, blah -- they gathered up in your crotch -
we get it already!  For fuck's sake, you've told us enough times!"

	"I'm not sure I believe him anyway," added Andrew as he lit a
cigarette and opened another beer.

	"Yeah," agreed Tommy, clearly enjoying the emerging feeling of
superiority as his feet were massaged.  "Stand up, Ryan."

	Ryan struggled to get to his feet.  Bourbon and pot, as well as his
rapid rise, left him momentarily off balance, light-headed, and dizzy.  He
sensed movement behind him and saw Andrew approaching.  Before he could
react, his shorts were around his knees, his cock and balls displayed for
everyone.  He tried to pull them up but heard Jason snap his fingers.

	"Uh uh, Ryan...hand `em over.  Come on, be quick about it."

	He hesitated for a second before slipping the shorts over his bare
feet and kicking them to Jason.  He now stood naked from the waist down,
his overly tight t-shirt the only thing separating him from total nudity.

	"Alright, fine...as you can see, I'm not hard!"

	"Maybe he only bones up over Jason's feet," suggested Tommy.

	"Come on, guys -- don't do this," Ryan pleaded.  Jason stared
almost contemptuously at his roommate, his look one of absolute arrogance.

	"I just wanna test your theory that it was the shorts.  Now that
they're gone, you can't blame them."

	"No - give me my shorts back!"

	"Relax, we're just gonna recreate what happened under the table and
see if you get hard.  Now get back on Tommy's feet."

	Ryan knelt and restarted the massage, his cock already beginning to
swell.  Since Jason was the only other person who knew exactly what had
happened under the table, he provided instructions to Tommy on how to
proceed.

	"There wasn't that much room under the table," observed Jason.  "I
think his face was closer to my foot than that."

	Tommy pushed his foot closer.  At this distance the smell was easy
to detect.  Ryan's cock responded by throbbing in time with his heartbeat,
bobbing higher with each consecutive pulse.  Jason continued...

	"And I'm pretty sure I was wiggling my toes more.  Try that, Tommy
- see if it has an effect."

	The toes in Ryan's face began twitching and flexing repeatedly,
causing his nostrils to fill with their dank aroma.  His dick continued its
rise, the foreskin beginning to retreat.  He felt himself becoming moist.

	"Try putting a foot on his face," Jason suggested.

	Tommy lifted his other foot to Ryan's cheek and began to rub it
around.  The sensations were too much and, despite his embarrassment, Ryan
felt his resolve fading.  He was starting to break.  Jason interrupted one
last time.

	"Wait, Ryan -- didn't I have my toes on your lips at one point?"

	"OH, FUCK -- GODDAMMIT!!!" Ryan cried as his penis went painfully
erect, standing fully hard, swollen, and proud.  His foreskin slipped
behind the crown and the smooth, reddish tip started to drip a steady
stream of fluid.

	Without warning the doorbell rang.  Jason stood, enjoying the
priceless expression on his roommate's face and his friend's enthusiastic
contribution to his hazing.  He hoisted Ryan to his feet, shoved two
twenties in his hand, and pushed him toward the door before sprinting down
the hall with the other three.  Andrew yelled from wherever he'd gone to
hide...

	"Answer the fucking door, dude!"

	Ryan stood alone as the doorbell rang again.  He searched for his
shorts but they were gone -- Jason had the foresight to take them.  The
bell rang a third time, followed by a loud knock and the word "pizza"
yelled from the other side.  If he waited much longer the guy might leave,
possibly upsetting Jason and their three hungry guests.  With nothing
remotely appropriate to hide his erection, he approached the door and
flipped the security latch to keep it from opening more than a few inches.
Cracking the door slightly, he kept his body behind it as he dealt with the
pizza guy.

	"Sorry that took so long," he apologized.

	"No problem.  Let's see -- you had the two meat lover's?"

	"I guess -- I wasn't in the room when they ordered it."

	The delivery guy's eyes shot up and he grinned knowingly.

	"...They?  Wow, you must be having fun tonight."

	"What do you mean?" asked Ryan.

	The young man leaned in close and whispered.

	"Sex - you were having sex, right?"

	"GOD - NO!  There's nothing but guys here tonight.  Believe me, I
was NOT having sex," Ryan said a bit too emphatically.

	"I'm sorry.  It's just that it took you so long to answer the door
and I can smell the weed from out here.  Plus, when people hide behind the
door it usually means they're naked."

	"I'm not naked," Ryan protested, shoving the money through the
crack in the door.  "Here -- will this cover it?"

	"Sure...you need change?"

	"Absolutely not," Ryan answered definitively.  "Just leave the
pizza by the door."

	"Sorry, we can't do that anymore -- the store changed the policy.
I have to actually hand it to you."

	Humiliated or not, Ryan wanted this encounter to end.

	"...Oh, for fuck's sake...fine!!!"

	He angrily slammed the door and removed the latch before reopening
it.  The young man's eyes widened when he saw Ryan standing in the doorway
wearing only a t-shirt, his throbbing boner dripping between his legs.  He
removed the pizzas from the bag and handed them over.

	"Enjoy your pizza."  As the delivery guy walked down the stairwell,
Ryan thought he heard him add, "...and whatever else you're up to."

	Four starving guys were behind Ryan by the time the door closed.
Matt took the pizzas and disappeared into the kitchen.  Tommy tapped Ryan's
face playfully with the palm of his hand.

	"Cheer up, Ryan.  Look at it this way -- next time we tell
embarrassing boner stories -- you'll have one!"


JASON'S DISCOVERY -- SATURDAY, MAY 2nd 2009 (EARLY AM)

	By the time the guys finally left, Ryan was exhausted.  Keeping a
fresh beer in their hands was no big deal -- after all, he was a waiter.
At the restaurant, however, he got to wear pants (most patrons actually
prefer it that way) and wasn't subject to incessant teasing.  As an
additional indignity, the repeated erections caused him to leak absurd
amounts of precum wherever he went.  As a joke, Andrew finally gave him a
bar towel to keep across his shoulder to wipe up the drops that broke free
and fell to the floor.

	After their departure, Ryan was instructed to clean up while Jason
relaxed, propping his massive feet on the coffee table, channel-surfing
from the comfort of the couch.  Though he appeared to be watching TV, he
was actually thinking about today's developments.  He'd never intended
Ryan's humiliation to be overtly sexual.  But after watching him parade
around shamelessly in front of his friends, he was thinking darker
thoughts.  How far could he go?  How deep would he sink?  So far, Ryan had
been a good sport, taking most of the teasing in stride.  Sure, he'd
bitched some but that was to be expected.  Jason recalled the way Ryan
looked on the floor massaging Matt's feet and suddenly realized his cock
was swelling.  This may not have been what he'd planned but it was turning
out to be gratifying nonetheless.  He grinned as his cock pulsed again.
"Oh yeah," he thought to himself, "this could be hot..."

	When the last drained beer bottle was thrown into the recycling
bin, Ryan approached Jason and stood quietly, almost afraid to speak.

	"Yeah, what do you want?" Jason asked without looking up.

	"I finished cleaning.  Do you mind if I call it night?"

	Jason stretched his arms over his head, puffing out his chest and
arching his back, grunting as he did.  He looked up and smiled.

	"Stay up a while longer.  Do we have any beer left?"

	"A couple..."

	"Get me one -- hell, get one for yourself, too.  I think we have
some things to talk about, don't you?"

	Jason watched his roommate's smooth, milky-white ass cheeks jiggle
seductively as he walked away.  "Not bad," he mused silently.  Ryan
returned with two beers, handing one to Jason before taking a sip of his
own.

      "I really need some sleep," he complained.

	Jason opened the drawer beneath the coffee table and retrieved a
small, brown prescription bottle.  He tossed it to Ryan.

	"Take two of those and you'll be fine," Jason demanded.

	Ryan looked at the bottle and was surprised.  His roommate had
never mentioned he took these.

	"I didn't know you had attention deficit disorder."

	"Why would I tell you?  It's not something I talk about.  Besides,
there's a lot you don't know about me."

	"Well, it doesn't matter, I can't take these."

	"Why not?  I've got plenty."

	"That's not the point.  They have a weird effect on people who
don't have ADD.  Besides, the instructions say to take one pill twice a
day."

	Jason closed his eyes and sighed -- Ryan was testing his patience.

	"Listen, it's just fucking Ritalin.  It's not gonna hurt you to
take two.  Or do you wanna go for three?"

	"I can't believe this," Ryan grumbled loud enough for Jason to
hear.  "It's two o'clock in the goddamn morning and I'm taking Ritalin..."

	After he swallowed the pills, Jason smiled and patted the cushion
next to him on the sofa.

	"Come on, Ryan -- sit with me.  You won't be able to sleep now
anyway."

	"Can you gimme back my shorts?"

	"You don't need `em.  I don't care if you sit on the couch naked."

	"That's not what I meant -- oh, nevermind!"  Ryan sat beside his
roommate, the upholstery from the cushions providing an odd sensation on
his bare ass.  "So, what do you wanna talk about?"

	"I just wanna get to know you better.  I don't really know that
much about you, considering how long we've been roommates."

	"What do you want to know?" he asked suspiciously.  This was unlike
Jason and felt a little creepy.

	"Tell me about where you grew up, your family..."

	"I grew up in southern Virginia.  I have two brothers and a
sister."

	"Did you have your own room?"

	"No, I had to share with my brothers."

	"Damn!  That sucks, dude.  Where'd you go to beat off?"

	"The shower mainly..."

	"I bet you were glad to get outta there."  Jason was speaking in a
soft, reassuring, almost seductive tone.  "It must've been awesome when you
moved in here and got your own room."

	"You just don't know, Jason.  You have no idea," he answered with a
grin.

	Jason grasped his roommate's shoulder in a friendly, supportive
manner and let his fingers linger.  It felt weird and natural all at the
same time.  Ryan knew typical roommates didn't behave like this and
nervously pulled at the label affixed to his beer.  Jason squeezed his
shoulder again and continued.

	"So...you were saying how good it felt to have your own room, a
place to jerk off with some privacy."

	Ryan laughed at Jason's paraphrased version of what he'd said.

	"Well, that's not exactly how I put it but, yeah, it was nice."

	"Now that I know, I feel kinda guilty about taking your door, dude.
I wish I could give it back to you."

	"That's OK," Ryan said with a chuckle, amazed at how comfortable he
seemed with his roommate.  Turning his head toward Jason almost
affectionately, he added, "After all, I did lose the bet..."

	Jason shook his head affirmatively.

	"You sure as hell did!  Fuck!  Look at it this way, Ryan -- at
least you've still got the shower."

	Nearly a minute passed before anything else was said.  Ryan was
unusually alert from the stimulants but this effect was tempered by the
relaxing way Jason kept squeezing and releasing his shoulder.  More
troubling was the sight of his neglected cock as it leisurely hardened once
more, bobbing and tensing every few seconds as it swelled.  Though what
remained of his modesty objected to this lewd display, he realized there
wasn't much point in trying to hide it now.  Jason was watching it pulse
and grow as closely as Ryan, grinning as it grew more insistent and needy,
begging to be touched.  When the skin around the head peeled back, a gentle
moan escaped Ryan's lips.  He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the
couch as the muscles in his groin contracted, sending clear fluid up the
shaft.  Jason's voice, comforting though it was, startled him.

	"You're leaking again, Ryan.  It's about to drip on the couch."

	Ryan, fearful of making a mess, began to get up.  Jason held him
still.

	"It's an old couch, dude.  A little precum won't hurt it.  Relax
and let it happen."

	"Let what happen?"

	"Nevermind..."  Jason slid even closer to his troubled roommate.
"You're still thinking about my feet, aren't you?"

	Ryan stared at his aching cock and watched another bead of precum
ooze from the slit.  Carried by gravity, it slimed over the tight, red skin
of the head and gathered in the folds of his peeled foreskin.  He closed
his eyes and let out a deep breath but did not answer the question.  Jason
wanted to keep this going but wasn't sure what to do next.  It took several
minutes -- agonizing minutes for Ryan -- but he finally got an idea.

	He stood and reached forward, grasping the bottom of Ryan's
t-shirt.  Taking his time, he pulled it over his roommate's head before
tossing it across the room, leaving Ryan completely nude.  When he rejoined
him on the sofa, he sat impossibly close, draping one arm across his
shoulders - practically snuggling him -- near enough for Ryan to feel the
heat of his breath.

	"I can understand why you won't admit you're into my sweaty, stinky
feet.  So we can talk about something else..."

	"Thank you," Ryan whispered.

	"If you're not into feet, what does turn you on?  What do you think
about when you jerk off?"

	Ryan tried to stand but the arm around his shoulder calmly held him
still.  His struggle was short-lived and futile.

	"Tell me, Ryan..."

	"I can't talk about that."

	"We're friends, aren't we?  Friends share their darkest secrets
with each other.  This could be good for us -- you can tell me your
fantasies."  Then he whispered directly in Ryan's ear, "Trust me..."

	Ryan began to turn his head but realized this would put their faces
too close together.  He imagined Jason trying something similar with his
high school girlfriends -- a clumsy, inexperienced attempt to score some
pussy.  For some reason, this thought made his dick ache even more.  A
viscous stream of crystal-clear prefuck exited his cocktip and slid lazily
down his prick.

	"Fuck, Ryan -- you're really turned, aren't you?"

	"Yeah, I am..."

	"You wanna jerk off with me?"

	"What?  Really, are you serious?" Ryan breathlessly answered.
There was a hopeful, optimistic tone in his voice.

	"Sure, haven't you ever done that -- I mean, jerk off with someone
else?"

	"No."

	"It's no big deal.  I used to do it with a friend from high school.
I'd be willing to do it with you."

	Jason smiled when Ryan's right hand began to inch timidly toward
his dick.  He allowed his roommate to ALMOST touch it before gently pulling
the arm back.

	"Not yet, buddy.  Tell me what you think about when you stroke."

	"God, please, Jason -- it's starting to hurt a little."

	"I'm sure it does.  So unless you want a serious case of blue balls
in the morning, you'll tell me what I want to know.  When it's for
something I really want, I can be very patient -- I've got all night,
Ryan."

	With the hand dangling from Ryan's opposite shoulder, he lightly
tweaked his nipple.  His roommate came unhinged, his cock pulsing with each
beat of his racing heart, dripping more juice each time it throbbed.

	"Please don't touch my nipples," he begged.

	"Why?  I love playing with mine when I jerk off.  Don't you?"

	Ryan arched his back and inhaled sharply as a Jason squeezed it
again.

	"Yeah, I do that too.  It's just that -- that..."

	It immediately dawned on Jason what Ryan was afraid of.

	"OH -- MY -- GOD!!!" Jason whispered slowly, relishing his new
epiphany.  "You're afraid you're gonna cum, aren't you?"

	Ryan turned his head despite its proximity to his roommate.  His
short, ragged breathing and clenched jaw confirmed Jason's conclusion.
When he opened his eyes, Jason saw fear in them.

	"Yeah, I might..."  Jason gave his nipple another pinch.

	"How close are you?"

	"Oh, FUCK IT!!!  I'm really close.  Please stop!  Please!!!"

	"Don't cum, Ryan -- not yet.  Calm down..."

	"Let go of my nipple -- please," Ryan sobbed, frantically on edge.

	Jason allowed the rubbery nub to slip from his fingers and backed
off, withdrawing his arm completely.  He stood in front of the couch and
reached for his cigarettes, lighting one while taking in the sight of his
roommate so close to cumming.  Jason knew an orgasm would utterly humiliate
Ryan but decided it would have more impact if he waited a bit longer.  He
grabbed the bong and passed it to Ryan.

	"Here -- take a hit, dude and calm yourself down."

	While Ryan fired up the pipe Jason continued to think, his mind
returning to the dark places he'd visited earlier.  He needed to get inside
his roommate's head, to learn his fantasies.  Such knowledge would be
invaluable in breaking him down.  He remembered Ryan's ass, how soft and
smooth it looked.  It was as nice, if not nicer, than some of the girls
he'd fucked.  His mind was instantly flooded with images from every anal
scene in his substantial collection of porn.  He'd always wanted to try ass
fucking and the idea of using Ryan for just that purpose was gradually
increasing in appeal.  His underdeveloped morality tried to break through,
tried to object, but Jason hastily squelched it.  "What do I have to feel
guilty about?" he mused.  "I'm not gonna hurt him and he might even like
it.  It's not like I planned for this to happen."  This much, at least, was
true - he'd never intended for this to be the ultimate outcome.  But there
was no denying it now - he wanted it.  The idea had taken root in his mind
and he'd never be content with someone to simply bear the brunt of his
bullying.  No, he wanted a sex slave -- a trophy even -- someone to parade
around as a testament to his masculinity and power.  "Oh, Ryan - you poor
bastard," he thought as he silently considered the possibilities.

	Of course, he'd have to be careful.  If he got sloppy, pushed too
hard or too quickly, Ryan might run off to file a sexual assault charge.
Jason needed something to keep him in his place.  Better yet, make the poor
cunt need it, convince him that he wanted it too.  Jason smiled wickedly at
the thought -- Ryan bent over, playing with his hole, begging Jason to fuck
him, begging Jason's friends to fuck him -- and meaning every filthy word.

	While these thoughts infiltrated Jason's mind, his cock grew
increasingly thick.  With the Ritalin running through Ryan's system, there
was no reason why they shouldn't start tonight.  Nothing too difficult,
nothing too extreme, but it was time to begin.

	"You still about to cum?" he asked, snuffing out his cigarette.
"It's difficult to tell since you're so fucking hard and drippy."

	"No, I'm fine now -- I won't cum, I promise..."

	It was a better response than Jason expected -- compliant, eager to
please.

	"When was the last time you jerked off?"

	"Wednesday night."

	"Two days, huh -- I bet your nuts are really aching."

	Ryan winced at the truth in the observation.

	"You know," Jason continued.  "I could stand to bust one out
myself.  I'd still like us to jerk off together."  Ryan looked confused.

	"I don't understand why -- it sounds a little gay," he stated
timidly, prompting animated laughter from Jason.

	"You're one to talk, dude," he answered between chuckles.  "Think
about it.  You got hard with my big toe on your lips - you just let that
sink in for a second.  And look at you now -- leaking all over the place!
You almost shot when I touched your nipple.  You might want to reevaluate
that little `gay' comment."

	Ryan tried to blot out the voice.  He couldn't.

	"So, I'll offer again.  Are you ready to relax and have some fun?"

	Ryan saw Jason cupping his package through his shorts.  Damn!
Lowering his eyes, he looked at his own tortured dick and knew how badly he
needed it.

	"Yes..." he whispered.

	In a flash, Jason bent forward at the waist, his face only inches
from Ryan's.

	"Then tell me what you fantasize about..."

	"I can't, Jason...I just can't..."

	Jason straightened up, a grimace etched on his face.  This wasn't
working.  Ryan was resisting too much.  He needed another approach, a new
idea.  Where could he find out what got his roommate's libido racing?
Suddenly, he knew the answer.

	"Stay there, Ryan.  Don't get up and don't touch your dick.  I'll
be right back."  Jason disappeared into Ryan's room and returned carrying
his laptop computer.  He delighted in his roommate's expression - it was
the most panicked look he'd ever seen.  "Yeah," he said almost
psychotically.  "Now you're worried, aren't you?"

	After placing the laptop on the coffee table, he made himself
comfortable on the floor and booted the machine, hoping for enough battery
power to search the contents.  When the login appeared, on a lucky hunch
Jason left it blank and pressed ENTER.  The operating system continued to
load.

	"Please don't do this," Ryan begged.  "Please don't go through my
stuff.  This wasn't part of our deal -- none of this was."

	Jason ignored the frantic pleas and went directly for the browser.
Since there'd been no password protection on the main screen, he wasn't
sure he'd find anything useful.  He soon learned Ryan had an application
running that erased the browser history each time Internet Explorer was
closed -- including temporary files.  "OK," thought Jason, "I'll try the
file system."  Most of the folders were school related -- an astronomy
simulator, a virtual biology lab.  Finally, he went to the documents
folder.  My Pictures was empty and My Videos contained only a chemistry
demonstration and Jason closed it immediately.  Ryan continued to complain
about the invasion of his privacy.

	"I take that computer to school -- you really didn't think I'd keep
porn on it, did you?"

	"There's porn on mine," Jason responded coolly, without looking up.

	He was about to admit defeat when he spotted something odd - a Word
file named "ToDoList.doc".  He had spotted it earlier but the name sounded
so boring that he'd ignored it.  This time he noticed the file size, which
was unusually large.  "Who keeps a to-do list that long?" he wondered.  His
attempt to open it resulted in a password prompt.  "And who puts a password
on a to-do list?"  He casually cleared his throat to speak.

	"Hey, Ryan -- what's the password for the `ToDoList.doc' file?"

	Ryan clumsily lunged for his computer, inadvertently proving his
roommate had stumbled onto something valuable.  Jason easily smacked his
hands away and yelled, "SIT!!!"

	"So what's the password?" he asked again.

	"I'm NOT going to tell you.  That's my computer and those are MY
files.  You have no right to go through them," he defiantly protested from
the sofa.

	Jason had a solution to this insolence already devised.  He stood
with the laptop and walked to the balcony door.  Stepping outside, he held
the machine precariously over the railing.

	"Tell me the password, Ryan.  Tell me or I swear I'll drop it."

	"Don't!!!  All my school stuff is on there - I can't replace it!"

	"Are you gonna tell me the password?"

	There was no answer.  Jason prepared to the throw the computer
across the parking lot.  That got Ryan's attention.

	"Wait!" he begged.

	Jason stopped but kept the machine suspended over the railing.

	"Last chance -- you gonna tell me the password?"  A wave of
complete and utter defeat washed over Ryan as his mind processed what he
was about to do.

	"Yes -- FUCK!!!  I'll tell you, just please don't break it!"

	Seconds later, Jason and the laptop were both safely back inside.
He wisely located a scrap of paper and a pen to write down the password in
case he needed it again.

	"OK, what is it?"

	Ryan swallowed hard before beginning.  As he recited the
characters, he knew he was in serious trouble.

	"The number one, lower-case u, lower-case v, 45, lower-case k,
exclamation point, upper-case N..."

	"Is that all of it?"

	"Yeah..."

	Ryan hoped Jason would just open the file without spending much
time analyzing the password.  Instead, Jason stared intently at the string
of numbers, letters, and special characters he'd just written.  At first
glance, they looked random -- "1uv45k!N" -- but the more he scrutinized,
the closer he got to the truth.  He tried to sound it out but the number
five kept throwing him off.  Once he realized it represented an "S", he had
it.

	"Luv4skin!  Dude, your password is Luv4skin!  That's fucking
hysterical!"

	Ryan's skin felt as though he'd been set on fire.  This was easily
the most humiliating thing he'd ever experienced.  The sight of his
roommate's face creeping toward such an extreme shade of crimson,
especially while his hard cock still jutted upward as yet untouched, might
have been the most satisfying thing Jason had ever witnessed.

	"So, Ryan -- you love foreskin, huh?  Good to know, good to
know..."

	"Please don't open that file..."

	"Oh, you know I'm gonna look," he answered with a depraved laugh.
"What's in it anyway - a bunch of pictures of hot cocks with long foreskins
shooting loads all over the place?"

	Ryan's cock pulsed with renewed vigor as Jason continued this
teasing for an additional five minutes before deciding to see what his
roommate was hiding.  He entered the password and waited for the document
to load.  Ryan groaned loudly when he saw Jason's eyes widen and jaw drop,
looking like a kid that had just discovered a mountain of presents under
the Christmas tree.

	"D-U-D-E..." Jason whispered in astonishment.  He'd hit the mother
lode.

	What he saw was an incredibly long diary containing more entries
than he could count.  The majority were text only, though some also
included images of Ryan jerking off in various locations.  Jason couldn't
determine where all of them had been taken but a few were clearly in public
places.  Embedded in some of the entries were short video clips of Ryan's
orgasms.  Jason had never seen his roommate ejaculate, but from the looks
of it, the guy shot forceful, impressive loads.

	"What am I looking at, Ryan -- some kinda jerk-off journal?"

	Ryan looked away, thoroughly ashamed, but muttered a weak "yes"
anyway.

	"Oh, man," Jason whispered, his eyes still glued to the glowing
screen, "Wait `til the guys see this!"

	Jason dashed down the hall, returning with a blank CD in his hand.
While opening the drive, he looked at his mortified roommate and asked,
"You don't mind if I burn a copy - do you?"

	After the file transfer, Jason took the CD to his bedroom and
returned with his digital camera.  Sitting at the computer, he scrolled to
the bottom of the journal.  The last entry was dated Wednesday, April 29th
2009.  Placing the cursor at the end of the text, he pressed ENTER twice.

	"What are you doing?" Ryan asked after hearing the keystrokes.

	"Making a new entry...let's see -- it's Saturday, May 2nd 2009 --
3:15 AM," Justin said as he typed.  After pressing ENTER twice more, he
looked up with a diabolical glint in his eyes.

	"OK, get started, dude!" instructed Jason as he stood, camera in
hand.

	"What?" Ryan asked, not believing what he'd just heard.

	"Start jacking it!  Beat it like you mean it...make it memorable,"
commanded Jason, as if his roommate could ever forget this evening.

	Ryan opened his mouth to argue but glimpsed his obstinate cock
pointing upward obscenely.  Precum was everywhere, dripping into his pubes,
creating a drenched, matted, sticky mess.  He badly needed to jerk off and
Jason had already seen so much.  Knowing it wouldn't take long to shoot, he
decided to just get it over with rather than fight.  His hand tentatively
closed around the sticky shaft and he closed his eyes, lowering his head to
rest against the cushions.  A flash of light from the camera penetrated his
eyelids and he knew his picture had been taken.  He opened his eyes
fleetingly to see Jason looking at the preview screen of the device.

	"Nice," Jason muttered.  "It'll be good to have some face shots to
put in your journal.  You'll really like this..."

	Ryan knew their relationship would never be the same.  Jason would
never let him live this down.  Still, he urgently wanted to cum and
masturbated quickly, pushing himself to the edge.  His cock, now that it
was finally receiving some attention, began to seep additional fluids,
self-basting the shaft for continued stroking.  Ryan relished, as much as
was possible under the circumstances, the feeling of his foreskin
continually enveloping then releasing his cockhead.  He was approaching the
inevitability of orgasm when Jason spoke.

	"Change positions."

	"Huh?"  Ryan was visibly irritated by the interruption.

	"You heard me, change positions."

	"What do you want me to do?"

	"How about lying on the couch?  You know, all stretched out."
While Ryan shifted positions to accommodate his roommate's request, Jason
added "Were you getting close?"

	"Yeah, I was almost there," he admitted.

	"Sorry, I know you really need to cum.  Bear with me -- I wanna get
pictures of you jacking in several different positions."

	Ryan's urgency was already returning and Jason sensed it.

	"Did you hear me, Ryan?  Don't cum until I say it's OK.  I wanna
video your cumshot and I'll need to change camera settings first."

	Ryan ignored the coaching and failed to answer, his face contorted
with extreme concentration and pleasure.

	"HEY!!!  I'm talking to you!  Do you understand what I want?"

	"I'm not sure I can hold it, Jason."

	"Take your hand off if you get too close.  You can always start
over."

	Ryan soon lost track of how long he'd been masturbating.  Every
time he was about to shoot, Jason forced him to either stop or change
positions, taking photographs in nearly every room of the apartment.
Stopping his orgasm became increasingly difficult as the night wore on.
Ryan knew Jason would make his life miserable if he shot without permission
-- mercy was not a quality he held in abundance.  After one particularly
close call, he was instructed to relax until he cooled off.  In no mood to
relax, he virtually screamed.

	"I REALLY need to cum!!!  Can't I keep going?"

	"Relax, dude!  I'm gonna let you nut during the next shot so just
calm down and take your hands off it.  Here - we'll both take a smoke
break."

	Ryan grudgingly released his abused cock and accepted a cigarette.
Jason lit his smoke and passed the lighter to Ryan, whose fingers were so
slick with precum he couldn't get it to strike.  Jason giggled as he
watched the struggle.  He held his cigarette out so Ryan could use it to
get his own started.  "By the way, you can just keep that lighter -- I
don't think I want it back now."

	As they smoked, Jason explained what he wanted for the final
session.

	"OK, listen carefully.  You'll stand on the coffee table and spread
your legs until your feet are on the edges.  I'll be on the floor in front
taking pictures -- DO NOT CUM ON ME!  Once you're ready to blow, stop long
enough for me to get out of the way and switch to video mode.  Once I'm
ready, stroke it SLOWLY five times then put your hands behind your head and
wait for permission to shoot.  Once I authorize it, feel free to cum.  You
think you got it?"

	Ryan agreed to the rules, so happy to cum he didn't care how many
hoops he had to jump through.  By the time they finished smoking, he'd
backed off the edge but his cock remained locked and loaded.

	Mounting the coffee table, he spread his legs until his toes
gripped the edges.  He waited until Jason was in position then fisted
himself hard.  As much as he hated to admit it, he knew the photos from
this angle were gonna be incredible.  Thoroughly drenched in sweat, he
approached orgasm and obediently removed his hands, watching his untouched
cock swell and pulse.  Jason, pleased by Ryan's compliance, moved to one
side and changed the camera settings.

	"OK, Ryan -- now for the five slow ones...count `em off."

	Ryan wrapped his slippery fingers around the shaft and his legs
began to shake.  Agonizingly slow, he ran his fist from base to tip and
swirled slightly around the knob, as was his habit, before returning to the
bottom.

	"ONE..." he moaned.

	"Fucking nice, Ryan -- keep going..."

	The second pass was even more difficult.

	"TWO..."

	Panting heavily, he struggled to maintain control during the third
stroke.  It reminded Jason of the way women breathe during labor.

	"THREE..."

	"That a boy -- almost there..."

	Ryan felt his nuts drawing up inside his sack.

	"FOUR..."

	Jason worried his roommate might fall off the table.  During the
fifth stroke, his legs shook so violently he could scarcely keep his
balance.

	"FIVE..."

	"Hands off your cock, dude!  Put `em behind your head and wait -
don't shoot until I give the word."

	That last stroke, however, had been one too many.

	Even as Ryan's fingers clasped behind his head, the internal
machinery responsible for ejaculation had been irreversibly set in motion.
He bit his lip, sucked in his breath, and squeezed hard on the muscles in
his crotch but it was to no avail.  He could stave it off for a few seconds
but no longer.

	"Don't you fucking cum, Ryan!!!" Jason sternly warned.

	"It's already started, Jason -- I can't help it..."

	"Fucking hold it, bitch!"

	"Oh, FUCKKKK!!!  I'm cumming, I'm cumming..."

	Despite Jason's orders to wait, Ryan was ultimately unable to
comply and his cock defiantly erupted in a spew that impressed both of
them.  His dick, now pulsing untouched, began a slow ooze of juice just
seconds prior to contracting vigorously, causing the swollen organ to lurch
aggressively upward, carrying the first stream of milky cocksnot with it.
The arc was elegant and beautiful, the top sweeping as high as Ryan's neck.
Due to his elevated position, the initial jet of semen traveled more than
six feet at an incredible velocity, slamming into the wall and barely
missing the television.  He winced hard and bit his lip as the second
erupted with nearly the same force and volume.  Struggling to maintain his
balance, he blasted a third time, the explosion painting the carpet white
between the wall and the coffee table.  The next two created a second
gooey, chaotic puddle of dickslime near the first.  The sixth emission
failed to get much distance but was impressive in another way.  Ryan's
slimy prick contracted multiple times in quick succession, the last looking
somewhat painful, and a lengthy, slow dribble of his remaining juice poured
out of his knob, flowing along the length of his shaft, off his balls, and
onto the coffee table, splashing bits of sticky jizz onto his naked feet.
His mind had barely processed the fact that he'd just been filmed shooting
an astonishing load in front of his roommate when Jason's meaty hand pushed
him off the table and onto the couch.  Jason was already yelling even as
Ryan's cock remained in the final throes of this mind-blowing orgasm.

	"I told you not to shoot, you dumb fuck!!!"

	Ryan, scarcely able to breathe after his exertions, repeatedly
sobbed "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."  Jason allowed his roommate to regain his
bearings while he reviewed the footage of the cumshot -- it was
extraordinary in spite of the disobedience.  He decided they'd done enough
for one night and that Ryan needed to rest, but not before modifying their
"arrangement".

	"New rule, Ryan -- listen up!"  He pointed to his roommate's still
twitching, cum-covered dick.  "Anytime it's hard, that thing between your
legs belongs to me.  If it's soft, do whatever you want with it - clean it,
take a piss with it -- hell, you can even play with it.  But the instant
that fucker gets stiff, it belongs to me.  And let me tell you, nobody --
NOBODY touches my stuff without explicit permission from me.  Let's see if
your big, oversized brain understood that.  When your prick is soft, whose
is it?"

	Ryan thought for a second, wanting to make sure he got this right.

	"It's mine?"

	"But once it goes all fucking boned, who does it belong to?"

	"You...it belongs to you."

	"That's right!  Are you gonna play with my stuff without
permission?"

	"Stop and listen to what you're saying, Jason," Ryan begged.  "You
sound fucking crazy!  Don't you think this is going a little too far?"

	Jason extended his arm, genuinely pissed by this backtalk, and
thumped Ryan's taut, slippery cockhead with his thumb and middle finger,
causing him to roll off the sofa, grasping his genitals protectively.

	"ARE YOU GONNA PLAY WITH MY STUFF WITHOUT PERMISSION?" Jason
yelled.

	"No, please Jason, stop -- I won't!  Please..."

	Jason lowered his voice to a more soothing level before continuing.

	"Feel free to ask anytime you wanna play with it.  I won't always
say yes, but it never hurts to ask.  Are you positive you understand?  We
don't want any more screw ups."

	"Yeah, I got it," Ryan whined.  "I only touch it when it's soft --
unless I ask first and you say I can."

	Jason nodded affirmatively.

	"So unless you learn to cum without getting hard, you won't be
doing that without my permission either, right?"

	The conditions of his surrender were beginning to sink in.  "Right,
I won't cum, Jason.  I promise..."

	"Good!  What hours are you working tomorrow?"

	"From two until ten..."

	"Shit!  You'd better clean up this cum and get to bed, bitch."

	Jason headed to his bedroom and was cranking one off within seconds
of closing the door.  Ryan grabbed the bar towel and began cleaning the
puddles of sticky cum he'd sprayed on the living room carpet.  Just when he
thought he'd finished, he noticed the drippy goo still clinging to wall.
"Fuck!  I shot a lot," he whispered as he wiped it off.  By the time he was
done, fatigue finally overtook him and he collapsed, exhausted and alone,
in his doorless bedroom.  Fortunately, sleep found him quickly, giving him
little time to contemplate what had happened here tonight -- and what else
might be in store.

PUSHING HIS LIMITS -- SATURDAY, MAY 2nd 2009

	"You're gonna be late for work!  How are you gonna pay next month's
rent if you fuck around and get fired?"

	Jason grabbed Ryan's arm and hoisted him effortlessly out of bed.
He smirked when Ryan's rock hard morning erection slipped free of the
sheets and slapped his abdomen audibly as it struck.  He brutishly pulled
Ryan from his room and led him to the bathroom before positioning him in
front of the toilet and ordering him to piss.

	Ryan, his mind foggy from the sudden rousing, reached for his cock
and angled the stubborn erection toward the bowl.  Jason punched him in the
bicep with a pointed knuckle.

	"Hey!  Don't touch my stuff, bitch!"

	Ryan immediately recalled this last-minute rule from the previous
evening, berating himself for being so easily manipulated.  Releasing his
dick, he stood silently in front of the bowl, not knowing what to do.
Jason sneered and took a washcloth from the sink.  Using the cloth to keep
his bare fingers from touching Ryan's dick, he wrapped his hand around the
unrelenting erection and angled it down, farther than was really necessary,
causing Ryan some minor discomfort.  He was amazed at how rigid the penis
in his hand felt.

	"Well, get to it, Ryan -- piss!"

	He tried to get the stream started and was nearly there when Jason
rubbed the cloth covered hand up and down the shaft twice, returning the
cock to its fully swollen state and pinching off the flow of urine before
it could start.

	"You pee shy, Ryan?  Like I said, you don't wanna be late for work
-- get going before I get impatient."

	"I could pee if you'd leave it alone..."

	"Are you trying to tell me what to do with my own things?"

	Remembering the thumping he received last night, and realizing it's
never a good idea to antagonize someone holding your dick, he quickly
answered "no".

	This went on for nearly twenty minutes.  Every time Ryan thought he
could urinate, Jason gave him two or three slow, gentle tugs -- the last
time even reaching around and pinching his nipple, eliciting a groan of
pleasure.

	"I know you're not thinking about using my dick to cum, Ryan."

	"Maybe if I get in the shower it'll go down and I can pee."

	"Well, you're the one who has to clean the bathrooms -- if you
think you can piss in there, go ahead."

	Ryan started the water and jumped inside, pulling the curtain
closed behind him.  Jason yanked it back open.

	"No way am I leaving you alone with my property.  I don't trust you
yet.  Go ahead and shower but don't touch that dick until it's soft."

	Ryan knew it would be difficult to lose his erection without
pissing first.  He relaxed, focusing on the warm water cascading over him.
Eventually, a stream of hot morning piss shot out like a hose of yellow,
mixing with the clean water and creating a temporary pond around his bare
feet before swirling down the drain.  His bladder finally emptied, Ryan's
cock began to leisurely deflate while he shampooed his hair.  He was only
semi-hard by the time he was ready to clean his crotch.  Before he touched
it, he looked at Jason.

	"Is this soft enough for me to touch it yet?"

	"Not quite -- it needs to be completely limp."

	"It's just that -- well, I should clean under my foreskin,
especially after last night."

	"That's not my problem, Luv4skin," answered Jason, using Ryan's
password as a nickname just to humble him further.  Reaching inside the
shower, he cut off the water.  "We can't wait all day -- like I said,
you're gonna be late."

	He monitored his roommate as he toweled dry then watched him dress
for work.  Out of habit, Ryan opened his underwear drawer but found none,
the look in Jason's eyes telling him it would be futile to object.  He
slipped on a pair of trousers despite the difficulty of stuffing his
semi-hard prick inside without touching it.  After zipping up, he couldn't
even adjust himself.  He looked obscene, the rim of his cockhead clearly
visible through the slacks.

	"Jason -- please, they won't let me wait tables like this."

	"Don't you wear an apron to hold your pad?"

	"Yeah, but we get those from the cleaner's bin once we're there.
They'll see me walking in like this."

	Jason took two steps forward and pinched Ryan's nipple again,
causing his cock to expand further, twitching inside the tight pants.

	"Then you'd better get soft during the drive over there," he
explained, twisting the nipple slightly before releasing it.  "Then you can
adjust yourself and avoid any unwanted attention.  Finish getting dressed.
What time will you be home?"

	"Sometime between 10:30 and 11:00..."

	"The guys are coming over this afternoon to hang out and we might
pick up some sandwiches.  Want me to get anything for you?"  It was a
generous offer -- all things considered -- and Ryan was surprised by the
gesture.

	"No thanks, I'll just eat at work."

	"Alright, suit yourself..." he said on his way out.  "By the way,
since you slept so damn late, you haven't done any of your chores yet.
You'll need to finish those tonight - our original agreement still stands,
remember?"

	"Yeah, I know..."

	During the drive, Ryan's cock deflated enough to reposition.
Regrettably, this morning's teasing had it leaking freely into the fabric
of his pants.  After parking at the restaurant, Ryan left his car and
looked down.

	"Motherfucker..." he muttered as he turned to walk inside, going
immediately for the aprons so he could cover his shame.

	For a Saturday, it was a dreadful afternoon.  Ryan's tips were
poor, netting him only $47.00 for the entire eight-hour shift.  Had it not
been for base pay, he wouldn't have hit minimum wage.  Tired and depressed,
he headed home.  Approaching the apartment door, he heard the noisy voices
of Matt, Andrew, and Tommy inside.  He inserted his key and entered.

	"Hey, buddy!" yelled Jason, tipping a half-empty beer bottle in
Ryan's direction.  "How was work?"

	The place was an absolute wreck - beer bottles and un-emptied
ashtrays littered the dining room and coffee table.

	"What the hell happened in here?" he asked.

	"I'm sorry for the mess, dude.  We've been kinda busy today and I
guess we got a little sloppy.  But hey, what's the point in having a maid
if you never give her anything to do, huh?"

	Ryan choked back his anger - he didn't have time for this.  Sensing
his sublimated rage, Jason approached and wrapped a large arm around his
shoulders, giving him a friendly hug.

	"Don't be mad, Ryan.  I think you'll like what we did today."

	He pointed down the hall, drawing his roommate's attention to his
bedroom.  His door had been remounted!  A wave of relief washed over the
exhausted houseboy, taking his anger with it.

	"You put my door back!  Thank you, Jason!"

	"No problem -- I enjoyed doing it.  I really mean that, too!"

       This last sentence prompted suspicious laughter from the other three
but Ryan, ecstatic over the return of his door, chose to ignore it.

       "Hey guys," Jason suggested, "how `bout we help Ryan clean up this
mess so he can get back to his room."

	Now Ryan KNEW something peculiar was going on.  After helping him
clean, all four followed him to his room while giggling like children.
Swinging the door wide, he was dazed at what he saw.  Everything he owned
was gone, the room filled instead with home gym equipment.  There was a
weight bench, a stationary bike, several mats, and an orderly row of free
weights lined against the wall.  Ryan noticed that his television and DVD
player remained in the room but had been mounted on the wall in the corner.

	"Where the hell is my stuff!" he demanded heatedly.

	"Reconsider your tone, boy," Jason stated with deliberate calm.

	Ryan took a deep breath to steady his nerves.  Choosing his words
carefully, he began again.

	"I'm sorry for yelling, Jason.  But where are my things?"

	"Everything you need is in my room -- your clothes, computer, and
your books -- all that shit's in there.  Everything else is in my storage
unit."

	"Why would you do that?  It doesn't make sense."

	"Remind me, how much rent did you pay this month?"

	Sadly, Ryan knew immediately where this was going.

	"None..."

	"So you didn't really pay for this room, right?"

	"No...I don't suppose..."

	"That's right!" Jason interrupted.  "Since you're not paying rent,
I got the guys to help take my gear outta storage and set up a gym in the
spare room I'm paying for.  Then we took your crap down to the unit.  Great
idea, right?"

	Ryan decided it might be easier to reason with his roommate if the
other three weren't listening.

	"Jason, could I speak to you alone?" he requested.  Jason asked the
others for a few minutes and once they cleared the room, Ryan continued.

	"Am I gonna have to sleep on these mats?"

	"Oh, god no," Jason laughed.  "Is that what you're worried about?
You can bunk with me for the next four weeks."

	"What, on the floor?" Ryan asked sarcastically.

	"No, you idiot!  You can sleep in the bed.  What, didn't you ever
have sleepovers when you were growing up?"

	"Well, yeah..."

	"It'll be just like that.  Think about it this way, we can bond --
it'll probably do us good as roommates.  Was there anything else you wanted
to ask?"

	"Yeah, how much did you tell the guys about what happened last
night?"

	"You mean about your jack off journal and the interesting password
you were protecting it with -- luv4skin, wasn't it?  Or maybe the way you
hosed down the living room after they left?"

	Ryan gazed down at his work dirty shoes as he admitted, "yeah,
that..."

	"Everything," Jason plainly stated.  "I told `em about it all --
the diary, the password, AND how you can't follow instructions worth a
damn.  I don't hide shit from these guys -- they're my friends.  Actually,
they kinda enjoyed reading your journal and Andrew loved the video - though
Matt had some issues about going anywhere near the coffee table this
afternoon."

	"But now they'll think..."

	"What were you expecting me to do, Ryan?" Jason interrupted.
"Blackmail you?"

	"Well...I hadn't put it past you."

	"Shit!  Blackmail's for pussies - not really my style.  I'm telling
you straight up right now that they'll know everything that happens over
the next month.  I don't need to blackmail you to get what I want, do I?"

	"No, but I wish..."

	Jason cut his roommate off in mid-sentence, preferring not to
listen to another objection.

	"Great!  Back in my room I've laid out some clothes for you.  The
guys will be here a while longer so why don't you go change and meet us in
the living room."  Jason then took a step closer and lowered his voice,
sounding almost like a parent talking to a child.  "Wear ONLY what's on the
bed -- nothing else.  We can either spend a really nice evening together or
a really difficult one, the choice is yours.  Go on now, get moving..."

	Ryan quickly walked to Jason's room, his eyes going immediately to
the bed to see what he had to wear.  It appeared to be a neatly folded
white t-shirt and a pair of underwear.  "It could've been worse," he
muttered as he stripped off his work clothes.  Once nude, he grabbed the
pre-selected garments.

	Unfolding the shirt first, he noticed lettering on the front,
shuddering as he read the words "FOOT LICKER" emblazoned across the chest.
"Fuck," he grumbled as he pulled on the degrading piece of clothing.
Reaching for the other garment, he realized it wasn't normal underwear or
even a jockstrap.  It consisted of a waistband with a hanging mesh cup but
without any leg straps.  Though he managed to tuck his junk inside the
pouch, any careless motion would easily jar it loose.  And since it barely
covered him now, it would certainly not contain an erection.

	"Get your ass out here, Ryan," he heard Andrew yelling.  "I need a
beer!"

	"Shit -- goddamn -- motherfucker..." Ryan cursed as he wandered
down the hall, a chorus of catcalls and whistles erupting as he came into
sight.  Turning the corner without acknowledging them, he opened the fridge
and grabbed a beer for Andrew.  They were still laughing when he handed it
to his guest.

	"We had that shirt made up special, Ryan.  How do you like it?"
asked Tommy with a sneer.

	"I hate it," replied Ryan honestly and with considerable venom in
his voice.  "Besides, it's not even true -- I NEVER licked your feet."

	"Night's still young, little foot-licker -- the night's still
young," answered Tommy, propping his bare feet on the coffee table.

	"I'm not licking your fucking feet," Ryan said bluntly.

	"Don't be rude, Ryan!" snapped Jason.  "Tommy is a guest in our
home.  Now he worked hard today and I'm sure his feet hurt like hell.  Is
it too much to ask for a little appreciation?"

	Ryan looked at the large feet propped on the coffee table, the toes
wriggling seductively, and felt his cock plump inside the flimsy mesh.  He
also saw the shit-eating grin on Tommy's face.  He couldn't keep giving in
to their ridiculous demands.  It was now or never and he decided to make a
stand.

	"I won't do it -- no -- NO WAY IN HELL!"

	Jason was instantly on his feet, closing the distance between them
before Ryan could react.  He raised his hand and brought it down hard, palm
flat against the creamy cheeks of Ryan's ass.  After the first slap, Ryan
attempted to scramble away but Jason's other hand held him like a vice.
Four subsequent blows struck his backside, the slaps reverberating loudly
in the small room and causing Ryan's cock to fall from the pouch.  Now
free, it expanded rapidly, much to amusement of the onlookers.  Ryan tried
to stuff his swollen dick back into the absurdly small prison but Jason
smacked his hand away.

	"Looks like that cock belongs to me now...unless you want five more
swats you'll keep your hands off my property.  Understood?"

	"Yes -- I understand.  Please, no more..." Ryan whimpered.

	"This was just a little lapse in judgment on your part, right?  I
won't have to spank your bottom again tonight, will I?"

	"No, I'll be good, please...no more..."

	"Now apologize to Tommy...see if he still wants you to lick his
feet."

	With his erection pointing the way, Ryan walked toward Tommy.

	"I'm sorry I was so rude.  I'll lick your feet if you want..."

	Tommy abruptly removed his feet from the table, slid them into his
sneakers and stood, reaching inside his pocket.  Matt and Andrew did the
same, each pulling out a twenty and handing it to Jason.

	"Fuck, dude!  You were right.  I didn't think he'd cave so fast."

	"I told you guys -- I fucking told you," Jason said proudly.

	As the three of them headed for the door, Andrew turned to Ryan and
said, "Next time I see you, dude -- that twenty's coming outta your ass!"

	The door slammed, leaving Ryan alone with his gloating roommate.
Jason made himself comfortable on the sofa, arms stretched up, fingers
laced behind his head.  He slipped his feet out of the sneakers he'd worn
all day and rested them on the coffee table where Tommy's had been only
moments earlier.  His toes curled and flexed, and Ryan could detect their
scent from where he stood.

	"Don't worry, buddy -- you can still lick mine!"

	Ryan's ass still stung from the spanking.  Not wanting to risk
another round of abuse, he knelt by the coffee table and grabbed one of his
roommate's massive feet, digging his fingers into the sweaty arch.  Jason
moaned his approval and allowed his submissive roommate to work his foot
for ten minutes before wrestling it from his grip and replacing it with the
other.

	The young man kneeling at Jason's feet couldn't understand why his
cock was so incredibly hard.  As he gazed attentively at the long, slender,
masculine foot in his hand, he realized it wasn't nerves or exposure -- he
was in fact becoming sexually aroused by his roommate's moist, sweaty feet.
Though this admission was silent, his cock indicated its agreement by
spilling several beads of precum from the slit.  The stream of silvery
moisture slipped down the underside of his shaft until gravity pulled it
loose just above his balls.  He wanted to touch it but didn't dare.
Instead, he focused on the task at hand, giving Jason the best foot massage
he'd ever received.

	"Ryan, I was serious about you licking `em tonight.  You're not
just stalling me with this massage, are you?"

	"I'm not stalling.  It's just, well -- are you really gonna make me
lick them?  I don't mind doing this.  I could do it all night."  Ryan made
an unpleasant face when he realized how that sounded -- and that it was
true.

	Jason smiled.  He knew what Ryan's cock was doing on the other side
of the coffee table -- he could see it in the reflection from the glass
patio door and loved that his feet were the reason for that moist cock.
Despite his claims, Ryan obviously wanted to try it.  He just couldn't get
over the mental hurdle.  Jason decided to push him further.

	"You know what?  I'm a good sport.  If you don't want to, I won't
make you.  But I'll say this -- I really WANT you to lick `em.  I'd be --
well, appreciative, if you did."

	Jason was a quick study and could already read Ryan well.  He knew
the boy was about to submit and continued to sell the idea, modulating his
voice so the tone was soft and soothing, honest and trustworthy.

	"I mean, eventually somebody's gonna FORCE you to do it.  If not
me, then Matt, Andrew, maybe Tommy -- sooner or later one of us is gonna
jam our toes in your mouth and watch you suck all the funk off.  I was just
thinking it might be nice if your first time was more peaceful and relaxed
-- like we are right now.  That way you could go at your own pace."

	"I don't know," he muttered, still sounding skeptical.  But Jason's
soft, comforting words were almost hypnotic.

	"What are you afraid of?  They're just feet, Ryan.  You're touching
them, aren't you?  You're spending a lot of time looking at my toes."

	"That's different.  You're talking about putting them in my mouth."

	"And why would that be so bad?"

	"Well, they're dirty for one thing and they kinda smell."

	"So if they were clean you'd put `em in your mouth?  That would
still make you a foot-licker, wouldn't it?  What's the difference?"

	Ryan felt like a calf being herded into a farmer's pen.

	"Maybe if we washed them first -- I could go get a cloth..."

	"No, Ryan," Jason interrupted.  "...Like they are now.  Are you
afraid you'll like it?  I know you enjoy looking at them, touching them,
prying your fingers between the toes.  Maybe you're worried you'll enjoy
licking `em too."

	Jason expected an argument or at least a weak protest.  There was
none.  Ryan remained silent as he tried to come to grips with this
experience.

	"You're already on your knees rubbing my feet," Jason continued.
"What's the big deal in taking a lick?  Go ahead, Ryan -- just try it."

	There was no response.  Jason flexed his big, angular toe in Ryan's
face.

	"Is your dick hard?" he whispered, knowing full well the answer.

	"Yeah, it is..."

	"Is it wet?"

	"Uh-huh," Ryan breathlessly moaned in affirmation.

	"Then the thought appeals to you.  Go on now, stick out your tongue
and lick the bottom of my big toe...just one lick...go on, try it."

	Ryan's cock tensed utterly out of control and he couldn't resist
any longer.  Lifting the rank foot, he opened his mouth, running his tongue
along the underside of Jason's large, fleshy toe.  The taste wasn't
unpleasant -- just sweaty, salty, and male.  The texture of the skin
against his tongue was smoother than he'd expected and the smell incredibly
strong at this distance.  Rather than finding it repulsive, he discovered
the scent increased his sexual heat.  His unattended prick swelled,
dripping more consistently.

	"That's it -- just like that," Jason encouraged while lighting a
cigarette and reclining to watch his roommate denigrate himself.

	Within minutes Ryan looked like a starving man at a buffet.  His
tongue pried between the toes, licking sweat from the crevices.  Slurping
from heel to toe and back again, he bathed the acrid foot with saliva
before switching to work the other.  Jason could hardly believe he'd done
it -- his roommate was on the floor licking his fucking feet!  And it had
been so easy!  Once Ryan began a slow, gentle toe-sucking session, he
decided to risk pushing for more.  Standing quickly, he removed his shirt
and unbuttoned his jeans, allowing them to fall to his ankles before
stepping out of them.  Now wearing only his worn, loose-fitting boxers, he
sat and returned his feet to the table.  This might take some time, but
before bed tonight, Ryan was gonna taste his cock.

	Using the remote control, he turned on the TV and powered up the
DVD player.  Ryan returned to servicing his feet without being asked.

	"Hey, buddy -- you mind if I watch some porn while you lick?"

	When Ryan indicated he didn't care, Jason started the movie.  It
was one of his favorites, each scene ending with an incredible internal
anal cumshot.  His dick wasted no time responding to the visual
stimulation, pulsing as it expanded, lifting the leg opening of his boxers
slightly as it swelled.  When Ryan finally noticed, Jason suppressed a
laugh -- this was just too funny.  Forgetting discretion, he blatantly
stared at the rising cock, all while continuing to worship Jason's feet.

	Ryan was spellbound by Jason's cock.  Mesmerized, he watched it
lengthen steadily before abruptly widening, the head concealed by the
longest foreskin he'd ever seen.  Even as the knob swelled, thicker and
meaner, the skin still encased it, stubbornly refusing to reveal what lie
underneath.  At least three inches of Jason's semi-hard meat now hung from
his boxers yet he made no move to adjust or touch it, choosing instead to
let Ryan enjoy the show, clenching his ass occasionally to send an extra
pulse of blood through the organ to hasten its rise.  He smiled as Ryan
openly stared, either unaware or unconcerned with the way it made him look.
The cock flexed again and the bulky tube lifted from Jason's thigh, tense
for a second before relaxing once more.  After the next pulse, the swiftly
expanding prick refused to return to rest against Jason's leg.  Instead, it
hung suspended in air as if by magic, still not fully hard.  The rest of
his erection occurred rapidly by comparison and Ryan was soon peering at a
massive, hard pole jutting up from his roommate's crotch, tantalizingly
close, skin still covering the mysterious head.  Jason sighed deeply at the
feeling of power his rock-hard prick always gave him.  He tried to lock
eyes with Ryan but he was transfixed with the veiny, pulsing shaft.

	"Ever see a cock that nice before, Ryan?" he asked softly, forcing
his fledgling sex slave back into reality.

	"It's a pretty nice one, I guess..."

	"What do you mean `I guess', dude?  This cock is fucking perfect,
everything about it.  You've been staring at it for the last ten minutes."

	"I've never seen another guy get hard before...I mean, not in real
life."

	"Does it make you horny?  Watching it, I mean..."

	Though Ryan continued to lap at Jason's feet with his tongue, his
attention was focused on his roommate's obscene cock display.  His own
prick went dangerously stiff, drooling steadily and ready to fire,
desperate to unload.  He needed to cum, needed it in the worst possible
way, and tried to sneak a few quick pulls from behind the coffee table.
His fingers barely grazed the insanely hard, gooey shaft when Jason stopped
him cold.

	"What the fuck are you doing?"

	Ryan hastily released his tormented cock but did not answer.

	"I asked you a question..."

	"I was touching it," he meekly answered.

	"We've been over this, dude.  Who does it belong to when it's
hard?"

	"You, but please..."

	"Then why were you touching my stuff?"

	Ryan's face glowed from the embarrassment of getting caught.  He'd
gone from arousal, to outright horniness, but now he was in heat -- the
state where reason and good judgment fail even the most intelligent man.

	"Please, Jason - I need to jerk off," he shamefully begged.

	"No way - especially since you grabbed it without permission!  You
gotta learn that actions have consequences, dude."

	Ryan's eyes closed and the muscles in his groin spasmed against his
will, sending his cock into a frenzy of wild gyrations.  The tip grazed the
side of the coffee table leaving a trail of slimy prefuck behind.  Jason,
remembering the way Ryan unloaded last night, worried he might cum.

	"Stand up -- quick!" he yelled.  As he struggled to rise, Jason saw
just how on edge he really was.  "Take off those fucking clothes, now!" he
commanded.  Seconds later, Ryan stood fully naked and exposed in front of
his leering, increasingly domineering friend.

	"Remember the spanking I gave you?" Jason asked calmly.

	"Yeah," Ryan responded, his knees shaking and jaw clenched.

	When Jason continued, his voice was stern and serious -- calm and
calculated.  It was a statement of fact and Ryan knew he meant every word.

	"If you cum, I swear to god, I'll flip your naked ass over my knee
right here and spank you until this movie's over.  Hold it, Ryan.  Hold
it!"

	Despite the threat of a spanking -- or perhaps because of it --
Ryan found it difficult to comply with this instruction.  Though Jason had
every intention of carrying through with his threat, that wasn't what he
wanted.  He had other plans for tonight and the boy wouldn't be as easy to
train if he got relief now.  Ryan needed a distraction -- and soon.  Jason
used the remote to pause the movie and gave him a new task, something to
temporarily get his mind off shooting.

	"Go make me a bourbon and coke," he barked.  "Make yourself one too
-- a STRONG one."  When Ryan hesitated, he yelled, "MOVE!!!"

	Jason watched his roommate's tight, creamy ass as he shamefully
walked to the kitchen.  Glancing at the television, he noticed the paused
image frozen on the screen.  The first scene had reached its climax and the
camera was zoomed in ultra close.  A long, hard cock filled most of the
screen, emerging from a well-fucked asshole.  While Ryan was gone, Jason
pressed the frame forward button and watched the cock inch deeper inside,
unnaturally slow, only to emerge again even closer to unloading.  Using the
remote, he adjusted the speed, slowing it further until the guy ceased all
motion, his cock half inside.  It pulsed and twitched, the taint
contracting over and over, obviously dumping a load inside the wet pucker.
Jason instantly wanted to do that to Ryan.  The thought had crossed his
mind yesterday but tonight it seemed more plausible, within reach.  He
could talk Ryan into it -- he was almost positive.  Hell, Ryan would
probably end up begging Jason to fill his twat with sperm.  Sure, he could
just fuck him now -- nothing was standing in his way.  He could barge into
the kitchen this second, throw Ryan on the counter and plow right through
his cherry.  Somehow though, Jason imagined it would be hotter if his
roommate truly wanted it -- and that might take time.  With the proper
balance of control, humiliation, and seduction, he could talk that fucker
into just about anything.  Returning the porn to normal speed, he watched
the thick cum spill from the hole.  "Nice -- fucking nice," he whispered
while nodding and grinning lewdly.

	Ryan returned with the drinks and stood awkwardly, his cock
intractably hard, looking as though three or four good, firm strokes could
bring him off.

	"Are you still about to nut?" Jason asked.

	"Not right now..."

	"You still want to nut?" he added rhetorically.

	"FUCK, yeah -- please," Ryan whined, his dick bouncing at the
prospect.

	"Maybe there's a compromise," Jason began as he pretended to think.
"No, it's a stupid idea -- you wouldn't be interested."

	"What is it?"

	"There's nothing in it for me if I let you cum.  But if we made it
into a game, you know -- something to amuse me - maybe it'd be worth it."

	Another stream of precum emerged from Ryan's inflamed slit and
drizzled down the pole while Jason watched closely, adding to his
humiliation.

	"What...what kind of game?" he stammered.

	Jason grinned wickedly.

	"You'll need to be high for this, dude.  There's a bag of weed in
the top drawer of my dresser along with some papers.  Go get it.  On your
way back, grab my stopwatch from your old room.  It's hanging from the
stationary bike."

	Ryan sprinted to the bedroom, his cock slapping his abdomen loudly
as it bounced.  Returning with the items, he noticed the coffee table had
been pushed back, providing more room on the floor near the sofa.  Jason
pointed at the carpet by his feet and Ryan immediately sat, patiently
waiting as Jason rolled a joint from the contents of his bag, eagerly
toying with the tops of his feet.

	"I'm feeling generous, Ryan.  While I roll this you can touch your
cock, but just with your fingertips - don't jerk it and don't cum."

	Ryan was teasing his needy cock almost instantly, lightly grazing
under the head where the folds of skin gathered.  By the time the joint was
completed, his fingers were liberally coated with goo.  Lighting the
makeshift cigarette, Jason took a deep hit, held his breath, and offered it
to Ryan.  Then Jason noticed his fingers.

	"Dude, you got precum all over your hand.  I don't want you
touching the joint with your slimy fingers..."

	"I'll go wash it off," answered Ryan as he started to stand.  Jason
easily stopped him with a hand on his shoulder.

	"No need, little buddy, no need...you ever shotgun?"

	"Umm, not with a guy," Ryan answered apprehensively.

	Unperturbed, Jason took a second, even deeper hit.  This time he
bent forward, motioning for his roommate to meet him half-way.  Ryan leaned
in before the more inhibited parts of his psyche could voice objection and
their lips met.  Stubbornly, his mouth remained closed and Jason was forced
to pry it open with his tongue.  Ryan submissively allowed this violation
and sucked in the recycled smoke, inhaling deeply, holding it while his
roommate maintained this intimate connection longer than necessary.  When
he felt Jason's tongue gently exploring his mouth he tried pull away.
Instantly, a strong hand grasped the back of his head, forcing him to
remain linked until he coughed.  Smoke billowed from between their lips.
Only then did Jason release him.

	"Don't get shy on me now, dude - we're smoking this entire joint
just like that.  And don't say you didn't like it.  Your fucking cock
almost exploded."

	Even without looking Ryan knew it was true.  He was close --
perilously close.  As badly as he wanted to cum, he couldn't let it happen
like this, not while so intimately connected to his roommate.

	"Calm down for a second and I'll give you another hit."

	"I don't wanna do that again..."

	Jason reached forward and wrapped his fist around Ryan's cock,
noting how small it seemed compared to his own monster dick.  He leisurely
pulled the foreskin forward, temporarily re-covering the bright red, sticky
knob before releasing it and watching it retreat, drawing an involuntary
moan of exquisite satisfaction from Ryan.

	"Liar," Jason mocked as he took another hit and pulled Ryan close,
locking lips and blowing smoke inside his mouth.  This time he was more
brazen about invading Ryan's oral space and held the position even longer,
gratified when his roommate began to tremble with need.  If Ryan had a
spontaneous orgasm under these conditions, it would completely crush him.

	It took repeated hits and almost fifteen minutes to smoke the
entire joint.  Ryan was finally relaxing, the walls of shame collapsing in
his mind.  He was into this - REALLY into this.  Just before they separated
the last time, Jason felt Ryan's tongue playing with his own and saw his
hand moving for the back of his head.  Ryan's fingers softly caressed
Jason's thick, black hair and tried to pull him closer.  Jason's depraved,
warped brain immediately thought of a new, tortuous mind-game to play.  He
pushed Ryan back harshly and stood, a disgusted expression etched on his
face.

	"Dude, you kissed me!!!"

	"But you - no, you were the one!  It was your idea to..."

	"They were SHOTGUNS!!!  Jesus fucking Christ!  What's wrong with
you?"

	"I'm sorry -- I didn't mean to.  I would never -- I mean, never..."

	"Stop babbling, you goddamn whore!!!  SHIT!!!!"

	Jason scrutinized his roommate during the uncomfortable silence
that followed and determined the plan had worked.  Ryan was ready --
horniness and humiliation had left him broken.  He'd do anything he was
told tonight.

	"You're still fucking hard, bitch," Jason observed.

	"I know..."

	"Still wanna play our game?  You still wanna cum tonight?"

	"God yes -- please -- FUCK!!!"

	Jason picked up the stopwatch.

	"Good.  Listen close - here are the rules.  For every second you
spend licking my dick you'll earn a second to cum.  When you think you've
banked enough time you can stop and we'll give you a chance to shoot.  I'll
reset the watch and see if you can get your nut in the same amount of time.
Got it?"

	"I have to put your dick in my mouth?"

	"No, you can just lick it.  As close as you are, you'll probably
only need twenty seconds or so."  Jason was intentionally planting the
erroneous idea that this wouldn't take very long.  "You understand the
rules?"

	"Yeah," he answered cautiously.

	Jason leaned back into the sofa, sliding his crotch closer to Ryan
for easier access, holding the stopwatch at the ready.

	"Then get to it!"

	Ryan leaned forward, his tongue already extended, and the stopwatch
clicked as he connected with the skin-covered knob.  He couldn't believe
what he was doing -- licking his roommate's dick for permission to touch
his own.  He lifted his head and Jason stopped the timer.

	"That was short," he observed.  "Eighteen seconds.  Do you think
you can cum in eighteen seconds?"

	Ryan nodded energetically -- he could probably shoot in half that
time.

	"Stand up and we'll see."

	Ryan stood and grasped his slobbering, greasy bone, knowing he was
just moments away from orgasm.  Jason forcefully slapped the hand away.

	"Hey!  Hands off, dude!  What the fuck?"

	"Huh?  You said I could jerk off for eighteen seconds!"

	"I never said that - you gotta learn to listen.  I said you could
TRY TO CUM for eighteen seconds.  That cock still belongs to me so I'll do
it for you.  Here, get the watch ready.  Yell `TIME' when it hits
eighteen."  Jason raised his hand in preparation.  "Three, two, one, GO!!!"

	Ryan hit the stopwatch and Jason's meaty hand engulfed his weeping
cock, leisurely corkscrewing all the way down before retreating back up the
shaft.  Eighteen seconds expired before he'd even returned to the crown.

	"TIME," Ryan yelled far too loudly for this hour of the night.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!"  He'd been stopped on the absolute edge of ecstasy.

	"Wanna try again?" Jason asked.

	Without prompting, Ryan fell to his knees between his lewd
roommate's legs but Jason blocked access to his cock before he could start
licking.

	"During round two, you only earn half the time.  Lick for a minute
and you earn thirty seconds.  Understand?"

	Ryan nodded his assent and Jason allowed him to begin.  He seemed
more enthusiastic this time, more passionate, covering more of the bulging
shaft.  It was difficult to keep track of the time and he still quit too
early.

	"Damn!  You only put in forty-six seconds.  That means you get
twenty-three.  Kind of optimistic, don't you think?  You don't really think
you'll be able to cum in twenty-three seconds, do you?"

	"Maybe..."

	"Well, let's give it a try - just do your best.  This time, I want
you to count the seconds out loud -- don't cheat."  He passed the watch to
Ryan and positioned his hand over the pulsating, desperate cock.  "Ready,
get set...GO!"

	Like before, Jason wrapped his hand around the dick, rotating
slightly while pushing toward the base.  As Ryan counted, he felt Jason's
fist graze his cocktip, causing it to emit another stream of wet, slippery
goo.  Jason smiled cruelly at his roommate's uncontrollable horniness and
began to flick his thumb randomly under the slit.  Ryan was breathing so
heavily he could hardly count.

	"Twenty..."

	"Come on, dude -- you can do it!  Shoot that fucker!" Jason
encouraged.  Ryan entire body spontaneously began to shake, looking very
much like he was having a seizure.

	"Twenty-one..."

	"You're almost there, man!  I can feel it.  You need this bad!"

	"Twenty-two..."

	Jason's fist was already relaxing around wet pole, the fingertips
slipping off the slippery red crown as Ryan uttered...

	"Twenty-three..."

	He fell to his knees, unable to support himself, his breath coming
in short, ragged gasps.

	"D-U-D-E," Jason said agonizingly slow.  "You were right there that
time, weren't you?"

	"Yeah, please -- for fuck's sake, please let me cum!"

	The begging was music to Jason's ears.

	"Then I take it you wanna play some more?"

	"Yeah, please -- gimme another chance..."

	"You might wanna take a bit more time this round -- especially
since you're only gonna earn one out of every ten seconds you give me."

	Ryan groaned his understanding and returned to Jason's uncut
cockhead.  The dick seemed wetter this time - it was precum.  The slick,
silvery fluid had filled the foreskin to capacity and was now spilling down
the shaft.  Ryan whimpered as he tasted his roommate's juice for the first
time.  Instinctively, his hand reached up to milk out more prefuck - maybe
even slide that stubborn foreskin down.  Jason grabbed his wrist, pulling
the hand away.

	"Just your mouth, dude - but I won't stop you from sucking it."

	Ryan's lips parted, delicately enveloping Jason's cockhead.  Using
his tongue to slip under the skin, he felt dickslime escape into his mouth.
It pleased him to hear Jason moan and he tightened his lips around the
foreskin, gripping it snugly, and forced his head farther down, trying to
pull the skin along as well.  Jason lightly touched the back of his head,
encouraging this behavior.  Maybe it was the weed, but only when Jason
began to push his head downward did Ryan realized he was giving a blowjob.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been doing this, but the sudden epiphany
shocked him into pulling his lips from the glistening cock.  Jason stared
at him inquisitively.

	"You done?" was all he asked.

	Ryan nodded to indicate he was finished.

	"How long did I go that time?" he asked expectantly.

	"You got in a full ten minutes, buddy!  And unless I'm wrong, you
started enjoying it about half way through!"

	Ryan's squirmed nervously...he'd just become a cock-sucker.

	"So, at the ten-to-one exchange rate, you get one minute to cum.
Think you can do it?"

	"Yeah, this time I think I can," he answered while trembling on the
floor between Jason's legs.

	"I don't doubt it -- just look at you.  You really need it, don't
you?"

	"FUCK YESSS!!!!" Ryan moaned.

	Jason smiled lecherously, nodding his head slowly in approval.

	"You're just a fucking bitch in heat -- am I right?"

	"God, yeah -- fuck!  I need to cum real bad, please..."

	"I don't think you can take it standing up again.  You almost fell
over last time.  I may seem mean but I don't want you to get hurt.  Pull
the coffee table over here and lie down on it."

	Ryan was flat on his back without delay, his drippy erection
throbbing painfully from his sloppy wet pubes.  Jason positioned himself
over his prone roommate, using his large, muscular frame to further
intimidate his prey.  Leaning forward, he whispered in Ryan's ear.

	"Close your eyes for this one, buddy.  On your mark, get set, GO!"

	Jason's delicate touch was intended to coax Ryan closer to the edge
while still denying the sweet release of orgasm.  Fingertips danced over
the head and shaft of his prick, teasing in random, capricious, feathery
motions.  Ryan's dick objected, flexing uselessly and spilling more precum
than Jason thought possible.  His balls were painfully tight, having
virtually disappeared inside him, prepared for the coming blast.  As he
crept closer to orgasm the fondling became more erratic.  Now sweating
profusely, his chest began to heave.  If he could just get a little
friction, just a fraction of a stroke, he would cum so hard as to make last
night's shot pale in comparison.  Jason was now using just a single finger,
barely scratching the rim of his crown with the rough nail.

	"Fifty-six..." Jason said, sending Ryan into a panic.

	"FUCK NOOOO -- please let me cum, please, oh god, fuck, please..."

	"Fifty-seven..."

	Ryan bucked his hips in a pitiful effort to rub against the single
remaining finger.

	"Fifty-eight..."

	"SHIT!!!!  Fucking goddamnit!!!  Make me cum, Jason -- PLEASE!!!"

	"Fifty-nine..."

	It dawned on Ryan that it wasn't going to happen.  One last
excruciating swipe and it was over.

	"Sixty..."

	Ryan audaciously grabbed his dick, forcing Jason to yank the boy
off the table to prevent him from completing the deed.  Obstinately, his
hands fought their way back to his cock - resulting in a stinging slap
across the face.  Jason picked up Ryan's discarded strap and used the
elastic to secure his wrists behind him, pushing down hard on his
shoulders, compelling him to kneel.  When Ryan looked upward, he saw the
disappointment in Jason's face.

	"That was a big mistake, dude - BIG mistake.  I was gonna let you
cum tonight, but now -- after that display, I'm gonna need some
convincing..."

	It was over and Ryan knew it -- he was owned.

	"What do I have to do?" he asked meekly, prepared to accept almost
any price.

	Jason didn't speak.  Instead, he lit a cigarette and picked up the
camera.  As he smoked, he took several new pictures of his conquered
roommate in this subservient position, all the while fingering his raging
monster hardon.

	"Beg to see me cum, bitch.  Beg me to fucking nut all over you.  If
I'm convinced you want it, I might let you cum too."

	Knowing it wouldn't make him feel any lower than he already did,
Ryan begged.  Though feeble and uninspired initially, after the first few
minutes he began to sound like he meant it, like he actually wanted Jason
to spray all over him.  Jason's degenerate grin returned when he noticed
the subtle change in tone.  It was no longer Ryan's need to cum, but a
hunger for Jason's, providing the fuel for the constant stream of filth
leaving his mouth.

	Jason stepped closer, cruelly stroking his cock just inches from
Ryan's mouth, leisurely teasing himself to the edge.  He chuckled when
Ryan's prick spasmed, spilling yet more precum.  Interrupting the rambling,
desperate begging, he made an observation.

	"You know, Ryan...since I own your cock whenever it's hard, it's
kinda like I have two dicks.  I must be the only man in the world with two
cocks.  It's a pretty nice feeling."

	He paused for dramatic effect.

	"Look at me!!!" he prompted sternly.  "That's right, open your
mouth but don't talk.  Keep your eyes open too - I want you to see this.
There you go, watch it close, just like that.  Now stick out your tongue
like a good bitch."

	Jason was almost there.

	"As I was saying, it's like I have two cocks -- too bad only one of
them is gonna cum tonight..."

	White, slimy jets of goo painted Ryan's mouth, cheeks, and eyes as
Jason's cock violently exploded with cum.  Grabbing the back of the boy's
head, he forced himself inside and finished his nut by skull fucking his
bound, kneeling roommate, the heat of his mouth coaxing several more fitful
blasts from his thick, wet cock.  Ryan accepted this violation without
protest or struggle, even as he felt sperm sliding down his desecrated
throat.

	"This is how it should be, you fucking cumhole - me fully satisfied
and you begging for relief.  God, it's good to be me!!!"

	Moments later, Jason was dragging Ryan to his room, throwing him
into the bed.  Jason joined him and pulled the sheet over their naked
bodies.  He rotated his roommate to face the wall then ran a hand
delicately over the warm, smooth ass exposed to him.  Ryan panicked when he
felt Jason's still-hard cock nestle in his trench.

	"Please," Ryan whimpered.

	"Please, what?" asked Jason seductively, fully expecting to hear
him beg to cum.

	"Please don't fuck me," Ryan practically sobbed.  "I couldn't take
that.  I just couldn't take that.  Please don't fuck me..."

	Jason grinned deviously and pulled him closer, thrusting his
cum-slicked cock up and down the crevice roughly.  It would be so fucking
easy to shove it inside right now -- so fucking hot to take his cherry.  He
decided against it.  Placing his mouth over Ryan's ear, he whispered...

	"Don't worry, baby -- not tonight.  When I fuck you -- and I WILL
fuck you -- you'll be the one asking for it, not me.  Good night,
cum-breath..."

	It was difficult to fall asleep that first night with Jason - he
was being held securely from behind by a naked man with a hard cock poking
around near his ass.  He assumed once Jason fell asleep that he'd roll over
and release him.  This turned out not to be the case -- Jason was a
snuggler and was soon snoring noisily, his face just behind Ryan's head,
his arms still enveloping his smaller roommate.  Eventually, after mentally
adjusting to this newest situation, Ryan relaxed and realized Jason's body
heat felt nice, comforting in a strange way.  As paradoxical as it seemed,
he felt safe - only then did sleep find him.

BONDING WITH JASON -- SUNDAY, MAY 3rd 2009

	Ryan woke to find Jason still soundly sleeping, lying on his back
with his arms over his head, exposing the thick bushes of wiry, black hair
growing from his pits.  As he shook the cobwebs from his mind, Ryan was
surprised by the body position he'd adopted prior to waking.  Lying on his
side, turned toward his roommate, his head rested peacefully on the broad
chest rhythmically rising and falling underneath.  His upper leg was bent
at the knee, wrapped around Jason's torso, causing his morning hardon to
grind into Jason's hip.  He lifted his head to look at his serenely
sleeping owner.  He wanted to jerk off badly but dared not risk waking him.
They would be spending the entire day together in the apartment, as was
frequently the case on Sundays, and Ryan didn't want to get off on the
wrong foot today.  Perhaps, if he could keep Jason happy, it wouldn't be
such a bad day.  As he thought about last night, one of his fingers
absent-mindedly swirled around the nub of Jason's right nipple.  Stretching
his legs, his foot bumped into his roommate's long, slender feet.  Part of
Ryan's mind objected to this simple act of intimacy but his cock was
strumming more adamantly than ever, belching precum onto Jason's skin.

	He decided to get up and let his roommate sleep.  Cautiously
creeping from the bed so as not to wake him, he looked for something to
wear but wasn't sure where his clothing had been stored and didn't want to
risk a noisy, clumsy search, so he chose to remain naked.  His throbbing
morning erection pointed him toward the kitchen and he started a pot of
coffee.  Jason joined him, still nude himself, about thirty minutes later.

	"Oh, you made coffee -- nice!  Can I get a cup?" he asked as he sat
on the sofa and lit his morning cigarette, gratefully accepting the coffee
Ryan brought to him.  "So, what's on tap today, Ryan?  What do you need to
get done?"

	"Well, I have to clean the apartment then finish a lab report.
What about you?"

	"I've got calculus homework -- I'm glad it's my last math course!"

	"I thought you liked math -- you're a business major."

	"I like money, not math -- besides, this whole derivative,
anti-derivatives shit just doesn't make any sense."

	"I'll be glad to help if you need it," Ryan offered.

	"That's right -- you science guys have to take it too, don't you?"

	"Yeah, we do," Ryan answered, enjoying this pleasant, relaxed
morning conversation despite his nudity.  "What else are you gonna do
today?"

	"I was thinking about working out since I've got a new home gym,"
he answered with a knowing smile.  "You should join me -- I'll be fun.  We
can be workout buddies."  Ryan was flattered.

	"OK -- but I don't work out much.  I'm afraid I won't be able to
keep up with you."

	"That's fine -- I'll take it easy on you.  Speaking of taking it
easy on you, I've been thinking about our `arrangement'.  I came down on
you pretty hard Friday afternoon."

	"You were mad -- and you had every right to be mad.  Besides, I can
handle the housework.  It was a fair deal."

	"Oh, fuck the housework," replied Jason dismissively with a wave of
his hand.  "We can go back to sharing it.  You have, well - other ways to
contribute around here.  I AM keeping the gym though, at least `til the end
of the month.  Hey, can you get me some more coffee?" he asked, passing the
empty cup to his roommate.

	Ryan walked to the kitchen, blushing since he'd gone fully erect
while Jason had been speaking.  The housework was time consuming but at
least it wasn't humiliating.  Did Jason intend to continue using him
sexually?  Had last night's promise to fuck him been serious?  An even more
troubling question came to mind.  Would he ultimately beg to be fucked,
just as Jason predicted?  As he poured the coffee, contemplating these
questions, he felt a drop of precum land on his foot.  "What the fuck is
wrong with me?" he whispered before returning the cup to his roommate.

	"By the way, where'd you put my clothes?  I'd like to get dressed."

	Jason laughed playfully at Ryan's desire for modesty.

	"You wanna hide that dick from me, don't you?  There's a chest in
the back of my closet.  I dumped all the stuff from your drawers in there.
But you don't need any clothes today -- just stay naked."

	"...Really?  It makes it kinda difficult to stay focused."

	"Get used to it, dude.  Besides, it's just us today..."

	Ryan looked uneasy at the idea of being nude the entire day.  He
imagined how hard it would be to concentrate on his lab report if he had to
be naked while he wrote it.  Jason tried to ease his mind and made an
offer.

	"If it'll make you feel better, I'll stay naked too -- It'll be
`naked roommate day'!  Let's get our homework done then we can work out.
We'll just play the rest by ear.  How's that sound?"

	Since Ryan had been denied relief yesterday, his erection persisted
for most of the morning.  Fortunately, Jason ignored his needy condition
without additional teasing and Ryan became increasingly comfortable sitting
with Jason while in this state.  He was still rigid and dripping as he
opened his laptop and began to work on his paper.  Jason left him alone for
this task, knowing how important it was, and spent the time lying on the
bed finishing his calculus homework, periodically looking up from his book
to check the status of Ryan's cock.  Eventually, the guys were ready for
some recreation.

	Their workout session was surprisingly pleasant.  They spotted for
one another, offered encouragement, and Jason helped Ryan develop a routine
matching his current fitness level with realistic goals, making certain to
include a number of exercises designed for his ass.  Except for a few lewd
jokes about how much protein he'd need to consume, Ryan found himself
enjoying Jason's company.  In the two years they'd spent as roommates, this
was the first time they were bonding in any meaningful way.  Jason, having
considered his plan further, had come to the conclusion that dominance
alone might lead to counterproductive behaviors, including the possibility
of Ryan becoming so distressed he simply moved out.  Some locks you can
smash with brute force -- but others need gentle, intricate manipulation to
pry open.  He imagined Ryan was in the latter group.  Besides, he was
starting to like the guy.  If he could accomplish the same end result
without being overtly cruel, it was worth a try.

	As the sun faded, they relaxed together on the sofa, enjoying a
well-earned beer.  Ryan sat on one end while Jason fully reclined on his
back, his long, bare feet resting in his roommate's lap, the un-coerced
massage extremely gratifying.

	"You're REALLY good at that, you know?  The massages, I mean --
you're a natural," observed Jason with a reassuring smile.

	"Thanks, I suppose..."

	"You don't seem to mind it as much as you did Friday."

	"Well, we're alone -- and you haven't been yelling at me all day,"
he answered with a chuckle.

	"Yeah, I know, but as soon as I put `em in your lap your dick went
all hard."  Ryan kept quiet, not knowing how to respond to this scrutiny,
choosing instead to continue the affectionate footrub.  "For god's sake,
Ryan -- don't be embarrassed - I don't care.  I think it's kinda sweet that
you like `em so much.  Do you know what size they are?"

	"Thirteen..."

	Jason smiled knowingly.

	"You checked inside my shoes, didn't you?"

	"Yeah, I did..." Ryan answered reluctantly.

	"They ARE kinda big, aren't they?"

	"Really big -- just like your co..."

	Ryan halted himself mid-sentence, letting the words drop off
abruptly when he realized what he was about to say.  Jason tried not to
laugh but found it impossible to contain his amusement.

	"Just like my cock, huh?" he finished, grabbing his semi-hard dick
by the root and waving it around playfully.  "Bigger than yours, anyway..."

	Ryan took offence and instantly objected.  "My dick isn't small.
Average is between six and six and a half -- mine's almost seven."

	"Yeah, but it's so much skinnier than mine.  I mean, if you had a
tube the size of my cock, you could stick yours inside and still have room
to move it around."

	Ryan narrowed his eyes and shot his roommate an angry look, causing
Jason to giggle.  He couldn't help but think Ryan looked cute when he was
angry.

	"Hey, I'm not trying to put you down," Jason continued.  "...just
pointing out a fact.  Here, let's prove it.  Wrap your fingers around your
dick -- you know, like you were jerking off."

	Ryan's hand hesitantly made a fist around his cock.  It responded
by belching out a wad of pent up precum.  Jason removed his feet from
Ryan's lap and sat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

	"See where your thumb and fingers meet.  Remember that spot."  Then
he added, "Now do the same to mine."

	"What?"

	"Come on, Ryan -- don't get bashful now.  We're just comparing
boners.  Wrap your fist around it.  Go on, you know you want to."

	Though difficult to admit, Ryan did want to touch it.  Overcoming
his discomfort, he extended his arm and grasped the cock lying in Jason's
lap.  It was only half hard and his fingers met his thumb at roughly the
same spot.

	"See," Ryan said almost gleefully.  "You're not THAT much thicker."

	"Dude, it's not even hard," Jason laughed.  "That only proves I'm
as thick soft as you when you're boned.  Get me stiff, smartass - you'll
see the difference."

	Ryan eased his fist up and down Jason's penis.  Its first response
was to radically lengthen.  Next, as the spongy chambers inside began to
fill, the prick pulsed and widened, actually prying his fingers apart.
Enthralled by his roommate's steadily expanding dick, he increased the pace
of his stroking.  The cumtube underneath became more pronounced, a bulging
line running down the center of the shaft from below the tip all the way to
the base.  Soon the entire piece reached its final, remarkable girth.  If
he squeezed hard, Ryan could force his thumb and middle finger together but
while holding it gently - they didn't even touch.

	"See, I told you, dude.  Thick, ain't it?"

	"Damn," Ryan whispered, sounding awestruck, as he continued to
leisurely stimulate his roommate's fully erect cock.  "It's fucking
huge..."

	"Wanna play with it for a while?"

	"You want me to jerk you off?" Ryan asked suspiciously.

	"We'll start with that and see what happens.  But let's go back to
the bedroom -- I'm getting tired of the couch."

	The two started down the hall, their throbbing dicks leading the
way.  Jason reclined comfortably and turned on the television.  He wasn't
sure what was in the DVD player but it didn't matter - he'd be focused on
Ryan tonight.  He pressed play, muted the sound, and laced his fingers
behind his head.

	"Go ahead, dude - knock yourself out.  It's all yours - play as
long as you want."

	The bed was far more comfortable than the sofa, allowing Ryan
better access and the ability to move about with ease.  He wrapped his fist
around the thick erection and began to work it, slowly at first, but soon
with increased passion.  Jason's cock felt so hot and firm, the skin silky
smooth and loose on the shaft - so loose he could complete an entire up and
down cycle without pulling the foreskin hood off the veiled knob.

	"Have you ever measured it?" Ryan asked, immediately regretting the
question, embarrassed to feel this comfortable masturbating his roommate.
Jason laughed heartily.

	"Yeah, of course I have -- every guy has."

	"Well, how big is it?"

	"Guess -- how big do you think it is?"

	"Umm, I don't know.  I'd say around nine inches, close to it
anyway."

	"That's a pretty good guess, buddy.  Actually, it's just a fraction
over nine.  It feels different to touch a really big one, doesn't it?"

	"It does," Ryan admitted.  "I hate to say it, but it REALLY does.
And you've got so much skin..."

	Jason laughed again, a good-natured laugh, pleased Ryan was showing
so much interest in his cock.

	"That's right -- I almost forgot!  You've got a thing for foreskin.
I'd have never guessed LUV4SKIN would be your password or what dick dude
you are."

	Ryan was so caught up in what he was doing he didn't notice the
uneasy reminder of how this all began.

	"Does it ever peel back on its own?  Mine does as soon as I get
hard."

	"Never - if you wanna see it skinned you'll have to do it yourself.
I can jerk off from start to finish and never even see the head of my cock.
Feel free to take a peek if you want."

	Using his fingertips, Ryan applied gentle downward pressure,
forcing the skin to retreat from the head, finally exposing the damp,
crimson surface of Jason's knob.  Since neither roommate had showered
today, it wasn't particularly clean; the familiar smell of uncut cock
filled Ryan's nostrils - it was a smell he knew well, a scent he made
himself.  He delicately traced a complete loop around the rim of the
flange, gathering up the debris he found there.

	"You get this too, huh?" Ryan asked.

	"Oh yeah, sorry...it gets kinda funky under there.  I bet it's
worse than usual since I forgot to clean it last night.  It's pretty gross,
huh?"

	"Mine does the same thing so it doesn't bother me.  You should keep
it cleaner, though.  I don't think girls like it."

	"Fuck `em," replied Jason, a hint of distain in his voice.  "Most
girls don't understand cock like you.  A couple years ago, one girl
actually said my cock was ugly with all that skin.  UGLY!!!  Can you
believe that?"

	"It's definitely NOT ugly," replied Ryan, a bit more emphatically
than he'd intended.

	"THANK YOU - that's what I think!" Jason said passionately.  "It's
nice to finally have somebody appreciate it.  And the smell, I kinda like
it."

	"You do?"

	Ryan was surprised they had this in common.  His fascination with
his own foreskin was what led him to create the now infamous password in
the first place.  He never thought Jason would share this interest.

	"Don't you?  I mean, you grow up smelling it when you jerk off and
I guess you get conditioned by it.  It reminds me of sex, you know -- sweat
and cum.  You can hold it a tighter, dude -- you won't break it."

	Ryan squeezed firmly and milked the big dick several times, causing
a bead of precum to exit the slit.

	"FUCK," Jason moaned.  "You're good at that, buddy.  Based on your
diary, I guess you've had lots of practice.  Relax and get comfortable.
Here, rest your head on my stomach.  That way you can keep looking at it
while you stroke."

	Ryan hesitated, not because he didn't want to -- he had another
concern.

	"You're not gonna cum on me, are you?"

	"Probably," Jason answered honestly, but almost tenderly.  "...but
not `til later."

	Ryan lowered his head to Jason's solid abdomen.  From this
position, it felt like he was staring down the barrel of a gun.  He
squeezed more precum from the slit and smeared the sticky fluid around the
head.  Jason moaned and placed his hand gently on Ryan's head, his fingers
affectionately combing through his hair.  Eventually, he inched him farther
down, closer to the red, drippy knob.

	"Lick it for me," he whispered while still stroking Ryan's hair.
When there was no response, he simply repeated the command.  "Go on, lick
it."  After a minute of coaxing, Ryan's tongue finally made contact.
Though uncertain at first, he was soon exploring deliberately, lapping
gently, distributing precum over the tip, and flicking around the rim.
Keeping his voice low and seductive, not wanting to disrupt his
concentration, Jason explained what he wanted.

	"Put it in your mouth, Ryan - just the head.  Wrap your lips around
the ridge and just hold it there."

	Ryan's obedience was all but immediate.  The slippery head
disappeared inside his mouth, his lips forming an airtight seal around the
flaring rim.  He felt the thick cock flex, contracting aggressively, and he
tasted additional juices flowing from it.

	"Fucking nice, man," Jason groaned.  "Yeah, just like that, buddy.
Relax and go slow - it'll take some practice to go down on the whole
thing."  Startled by this statement, Ryan removed his lips to speak.

	"I don't think I can take it all, Jason."  It was evident from his
tone that Ryan's objection wasn't based on revulsion, just worry.

	"That's just crazy talk, Ryan.  You're the biggest cock hound I've
ever met.  I know it's big but you can practice a little every day.  I bet
you'll be sucking it to the pubes by this time next weekend."

	"I don't know, Jason," he replied hesitantly.  Though reluctant, he
was clearly thinking it over.  "Can I jerk off while I suck it?"

	"No way, dude!  That'd be too distracting.  You need to focus on
me."

	Ryan forced his eyes from his roommate's bulky cock, twisting his
head upward to plead with Jason.  He didn't want to beg, but he was
desperate.

	"Please...you didn't let me cum last night."

	Jason's broad chest expanded and relaxed as he sighed deeply.  It
was a sigh of disappointment and Ryan could sense it.  He spoke with slow,
measured words, the frustration evident in his tone.

	"Listen, Ryan.  I've gone outta my way to be nice today.  Please
don't pick a fight with me now."

	"I wasn't trying to pick a fight..."

	"Then just do what I fucking tell you and things can stay enjoyable
for both of us.  Put it back in your mouth and keep your hands on me."

	Spending the day with Jason had been pleasant -- in fact, it had
been the nicest day they'd ever spent together.  Ryan was in no mood to get
him angry now.  He only hoped he'd be allowed to jerk off later.  The wide
cockhead slipped back inside his mouth and he resumed sucking.

	Jason was enjoying both the attention and stimulation when his cell
phone rang.  Ryan began to lift his head but Jason promptly held him down
while stretching toward the nightstand and grabbing his phone.

	"Hello..."

       Ryan couldn't believe Jason was going to have a phone conversation
while getting his dick sucked.

       "Oh, hey Andrew... (pause) ...yeah, he's here... (pause) ...we just
started -- he's got it in his mouth now... (pause) ...dude, I told you he
would... (pause) ...not too bad.  I've had better but give him a break --
he's new at this.  He'll be a pro in no time..."

	The phone was unexpectedly lowered to Ryan's ear.

	"Andrew wants to talk to you..." he heard Jason say.

	"Hello..." Ryan said into the phone.  Andrew was clearly drunk.

	"Hey, are you really sucking his dick or is he just shitting me?
Wait -- before you answer let me put it on speaker..."

	"Yeah, it's true..."  Ryan heard laughter and could only assume
that Matt and Tommy were with him.

	"Are you enjoying it?"  When there was no immediate answer he
added, "Is your dick hard?"

	"Yeah," Ryan sheepishly admitted.

	"So, uh, are you gonna slurp on my joint next time I come over?"
Ryan didn't know how to answer.  He looked to Jason for advice.

	"He wants to know if I'll suck him too..."

	"Do you want to?"

	"Jeez, Jason -- I don't know..."

	"Gimme the damn phone..."

	Ryan gave back the device and returned Jason's cockhead to his
mouth.

	"Leave him alone, Andrew... (pause) ...yeah, I know what I said but
he ain't ready for that yet... (pause) ...that's right... (pause) ...uh
huh... (pause) ...just give him a few weeks.  Damn!!!  I could barely talk
him into doing me tonight... (pause) ...fine, I'll ask him..."

      "Ryan, do you have to work Friday night?"

	"Yeah, I'm scheduled from five to ten..."

	"What about Saturday?"

	"I'm off Saturday."

	"OK, guys -- he's working Friday.  You can come over Saturday and
we'll see, but I'm not making any promises... (laughter) ...great, now get
off the damn phone so I can nut... (pause) ...yeah, see you tomorrow..."
Jason closed the phone and returned it to the nightstand.

	"We've got plans for Saturday, Ryan.  I hope you develop a taste
for cock by then because you're gonna have plenty to keep you busy."  When
Ryan tried to protest, Jason used his hands to hold him still.  "Shhhh,
buddy -- calm down...we can talk about that later.  Right now, just
concentrate on what you're doing."

	Unable to speak with the thick cock filling his mouth, Ryan
consented, relaxed, and focused on Jason.  Until now, his technique
couldn't accurately be called "sucking" as he was more or less simply
allowing Jason to rest his cock inside his mouth, only occasionally swiping
his tongue across the smooth skin.  Eventually, he started to create the
slightest of vacuums, his lips forming a strong seal around the ridge.
When Jason moaned his approval, Ryan repeated the action, over and over,
creating and releasing the suction almost as if he was nursing.  Jason's
strong hands began to press gently downward, encouraging but not forcing
Ryan's lips past the flange and onto the shaft proper, pushing only an inch
before lifting his head and repeating the motion.  This continued for
several minutes before Ryan got the idea and adopted the new movement
without further prompting.  In fact, he managed to slide even farther down
the shaft all on his own, making much better progress than Jason expected.
The hot, wet, gently-sucking mouth leisurely worked him toward orgasm and
Jason relaxed to enjoy it, reclining contently with his hands once again
behind his head.  Without Jason holding him down, Ryan had more freedom of
movement and he took advantage of it, pulling off briefly to slurp the head
with his tongue.  He then slid down the pole until the head grazed the back
of his throat.  Jason wanted so badly to force him down to the balls, to
rape his face until the fucker was about to puke.  He resisted that urge
knowing full well Ryan would be on him balls deep soon enough.  Jason
closed his eyes and whispered...

	"Yeah, buddy, suck it down -- fuck, your mouth feels so good!"

	The verbal encouragement spurred Ryan to try even harder and soon
Jason was ready to blow.  His cock swelled conspicuously, the cumtube
pulsing with inconceivable need.  Simultaneously, Jason inhaled sharply.

	"I'm gonna cum now, baby.  I could force you to swallow but I'm
hoping I won't have to.  You can do that for me, can't you?  Fuck your
mouth is hot.  I'm gonna blow -- gonna fucking nut!  Take it Ryan, take
every drop!"

	Despite Jason's warning, Ryan was still surprised when the cock
spasmed vigorously once, twice, then a third time before ejaculating inside
his mouth.  The cramped cavity filled with semen impossibly fast -- by the
third potent spurt his mouth was at capacity.  Respectfully following
instructions, he kept sucking even as the thick, salty fluid began to ooze
down his throat.  One spurt, poorly timed, ejected as he was taking a
breath and went down his windpipe.  He coughed involuntarily and semen was
forced upward into his nasal passages, a wave of humiliation washing over
him when he realized he had cum running from his nose.  The thick juice
kept shooting and Ryan decided he'd have to swallow or drown.  Jason
groaned as Ryan's throat swallowed his remaining jizz.

	"Fuck!!!  Bitch, that was INCREDIBLE!!!"

	Though he wasn't pleased with the word "bitch", Ryan had other
things on his mind.  Through sloppy, cum-covered lips he begged for his own
orgasm.

	"Please, Jason -- I need to cum bad."

	"So, you're saying you enjoyed this?"

	"Uh huh," Ryan quickly answered, nodding his head affirmatively so
there would be no mistake.  "Please, god, please..." he nearly sobbed.

	"You're really THAT close?"

	Ryan licked Jason's cum off his lips and nodded again.  "Please..."
he moaned one last time.

	"Shhhh," whispered Jason tenderly while reaching to turn off the
lamp.  "You shouldn't nag a man right after he cums, Ryan...no matter what
you need.  Scoot up here and get into bed.  Maybe I'll let you cum
tomorrow.  Let's get some sleep, OK?"

	The room fell into darkness as Ryan crawled under the sheet, his
agonizing cock frantic for release.  Jason wrapped an arm around him and
held him tightly.  He placed his mouth over Ryan's ear and whispered...

	"Tomorrow, little buddy.  You can wait one more day, can't you?"

	"Sure," Ryan choked on the words and the taste of fresh cum in his
mouth.  "I can wait..."

INTERLUDE - THE FIRST WEEK

	With the weekend gone and classes resuming, time became the chief
limiting factor for sex, even more so on the evenings Ryan worked.  He
remained uneasy going to class without underwear, especially since Jason
kept him naked and aroused whenever they were alone in the apartment.  The
much needed, promised orgasm never materialized and by mid-week Ryan was
going out of his mind.

	Jason demanded Ryan find the time for daily blowjob practice - even
if this kept them awake well past a reasonable bedtime.  Ryan accepted his
duties as best he could, but found it tricky to juggle school, work, and
satisfying Jason.  He'd try to make his roommate cum quickly, hoping he'd
get to sleep sooner, but Jason would postpone his orgasm until Ryan relaxed
and became aroused himself.  Only then would Jason shoot, usually in his
mouth but almost as often on his face.  He'd then turn off the lights and
ask his horny roommate to hold on for "just one more day".  Ryan was caught
masturbating Wednesday morning and the penalty had not been pleasant, not
for him anyway, but the disciplinary spanking gave Jason an opportunity to
get his hands on Ryan's milky white ass cheeks.  He'd found perverse
satisfaction in pulling them apart, smacking the flesh until it glowed.  By
Thursday, Ryan was walking around campus and waiting tables with a
persistent semi-hardon dripping into his pants, made all the more
embarrassing due to his lack of underwear.  At the apartment, per
instructions, he'd shed his clothes at the door and sport a drippy, wet
erection even while doing otherwise non-sexual tasks -- such as making a
sandwich or working on his homework.

	He couldn't wait to leave work Friday evening, since they could
stay up as late as they wanted and Jason might allow him to cum.  His
conditioning was firmly underway and off to an excellent start.  A single
week ago, he'd never considered sucking another guy's cock.  Now, a mere
seven days later, he was looking forward to serving.  Jason had
successfully linked Ryan's pleasure to his own.  Jason's orgasm meant at
least the POTENTIAL for one himself.  So, like it or not, Ryan's mind was
filled with thoughts of Jason's hefty cock and how to best please it.  It
was in this context that he pulled into the parking lot of his apartment
complex Friday night, ready for whatever Jason had in store.

RYAN SWALLOWS IT ALL -- Friday, MAY 8th 2009

	"Hey, buddy.  How're you doing?" asked Andrew as Ryan walked
through the door.  The sight of him sitting casually with Jason was
unexpected to say the least.

	"Andrew...hey, what are you doing here?" stammered Ryan as he
tossed his keys on the lamp table.  "I didn't think I'd see you until
tomorrow."

	"Don't worry -- I'm not staying.  I just stopped by to pick up
Jason."

	Both Andrew and Jason noticed the confused, crestfallen expression
that washed over Ryan's face.

	"We're headed out to a party," Jason explained.

	"Oh, well OK, I thought we were gonna -- you know, hang out
tonight."

	"I won't be gone long," Jason said with a smile.

	"Yeah, you guys can `hang out' when he gets back," added Andrew,
using air quotes around the words "hang out", and drawing a chuckle from
Jason.

	"Then I guess I'll see you when you get home...have fun."  Ryan
started down the hallway but heard Jason call his name.

	"Ryan, get back here."

	He stopped, suddenly uptight, and turned to face them.

	"What the hell are you doing?" Jason asked.

	"Going to the bedroom...I thought I'd do some reading while you're
gone."

	"You can't walk around the apartment like that.  You know better."

	Andrew laughed loudly and joined the discussion.

	"Yeah, you've been home what, like two minutes, and you're already
breaking the rules."

	"Go on, Ryan -- you know what to do," Jason prompted again.

	Knowing it was pointless to argue and not wanting to anger them,
Ryan toed off his shoes and removed his socks, stuffing them inside the
shoes.  After slipping off his shirt, he unbuckled his belt and stepped out
of his pants.  His eager cock, already wet, slapped against his abdomen as
the slacks released it.

	"Damn!" exclaimed Andrew.  "You weren't kidding, Jason.  He is
horny.  When's the last time you shot, Ryan?"

	Jason answered for him.

	"It's been a week, dude," he said, the amusement evident in his
voice.  "Unless he managed to sneak one past me...I can't watch him 24/7."

	"Has it really been a week?" asked Andrew.

	"Yeah, last Friday -- well, early Saturday morning," Ryan admitted
reluctantly.  When nothing else was said, he added "Can I go now?"

	Jason stood and approached his roommate.

	"Sure.  We need to head out anyway.  There's something I want you
to do for me while I'm gone," he explained as they walked toward the
bedroom.  After closing the door, he motioned for Ryan to sit at his
laptop, which was on but hibernating.  "I've bookmarked some websites for
you to look at.  They're in a folder labeled `homework'."

	"Jason, you didn't fill up my hard drive with porn did you?"

	"Dude, bookmarks don't take up much space.  Jesus, don't start with
me.  I'm gonna let you cum tonight."

	That got Ryan's attention.

	"You are?"

	"Yes...no joke!  But you need to check out those sites.  Can you do
that?"

	"Of course -- no problem," he answered, the promise of an orgasm
rendering him outright docile.

	"You won't cum until I get back, right?  I can trust you, can't I?"

	"I promise -- I'll wait for you."

	Jason stared at him sternly for a few seconds, trying to ascertain
if Ryan meant the words -- the promise appeared genuine.

	"All right then -- you seem sincere enough.  I guess I can trust
you.  Get started and I'll see you when I get back."

	Ryan waited until he heard the deadbolt before opening his laptop
and powering it up from hibernation.  When the desktop finally appeared, he
was shocked to find his wallpaper changed.  Filling the screen was a close
up image of a hard, uncut cock in the throes of orgasm, a long, white
stream of expelled semen jetting from the tip.  As he stared closer, he
realized the cock in the photo belonged to him, apparently taken last
weekend when he'd exploded in the living room.  He immediately
right-clicked on the desktop to remove the obscene reminder of that evening
only to find he no longer had sufficient permissions to make the change.
Jason had taken advantage his lax security by password protecting the admin
login and creating a second user for Ryan allowing only basic rights.  He
still had access to his school files but almost nothing else.  Though upset
over this new infringement of his rights, Ryan put it out of his mind for
now - he could work something out with Jason before Monday to get the
elicit image off his desktop.

	He opened the browser and pulled down the bookmarks menu, searching
for the folder labeled "homework".  Inside were ten links, all of which
Ryan needed to look at before Jason returned from the party.  He expected
the sites to be pornographic but found most were not, the majority being
predominately text -- "how to" guides for various sexual activities.
Clicking on the first entry, he was taken to a site written by a sex
therapist on the topic of fellatio.  Written in medical language, the
article was astonishingly interesting and Ryan read it in the same manner
as a textbook.  The next two were on the same topic but were more casual,
full of slang and conveying a "dirtier" feel.  The forth was a tutorial on
"deep-throating" -- a step by step guide to overcoming the gag reflex to
get an entire erect penis down your throat.  Ryan felt sick to his stomach
as he read the article, knowing full well Jason intended him to put this
information to practical use.

	Beginning with the fifth entry, the subject turned to anal
intercourse and Ryan found himself more uncomfortable.  Topics included
hygiene, relaxation, preparation, and good positions for beginners to use.
Of the sites devoted to this theme, one was written in the style of an
advice column responding to a question from a woman whose boyfriend wanted
to try anal.  It included specific suggestions for preparing for the
attempt.  "Don't start with a penis.  Instead, try anal penetration with a
finger covered with lube, so your body gets used to the feeling."  Ryan
grimaced in solitude as he read the text.  He'd never even considered
putting anything inside his anus prior to Jason mentioning it last week.
Even then, in the back of his mind, he assumed it was a joke -- he didn't
truly intend to do that, did he?  He continued to read.  "We recommend
manual penetration nightly for a week before you try it with the penis."

	"Fuck," Ryan whispered.  He could finger himself for a year, three
times a day, and not be ready for Jason's enormous cock.  The article went
on...

	"How big is your boyfriend's penis?  You might want to try a second
week with two fingers before moving on to the penis.  And you know what?
If he's really big, it might be a long time before you can comfortably take
his penis."

	Ryan's mouth hung open as he read the advice.  There was no way
Jason could fuck him without tearing him in half.  Curious, and with no one
to see, he warily moved a finger to his hole and probed gently around the
edges.  "It'll never work," he muttered.  "It's too tight -- even with a
whole bottle of lube.  He'll kill me if he tries that."  So alarmed at the
prospect of being fucked, he failed to notice that his cock was responding
with far more enthusiasm than he was, spilling precum onto his chair.

	He at last reached the final bookmark.  This time, rather than an
article or advice column, he was taken to an adult website.  Jason had set
up a user name and it was already populated in the field -- "Needs2CumNC".

	"Very funny, Jason," he said to the empty room.

	The password field was blank.  Checking the desk to see if Jason
had written it down somewhere, he found nothing.  On a hunch, he typed
"1uv45k!n" in the textbox and it worked.  Ryan blushed despite the fact
that no one was present to witness his embarrassment.  His cell phone
suddenly rang.

	"Hello..."

	It was Jason.  Ryan assumed he was still at the party since he
could hear numerous raucous voices and music in the background.

	"Hey, it's me.  Have you gotten to the last link yet?"

	"I just opened it..."

	"I forgot to tell you the password.  It's..."

	"Don't say it!" Ryan interrupted frantically.  "There are people
around you!  Besides, I already figured it out."  There was a brief pause
and Ryan could tell Jason was impressed.

	"Clever, clever boy, Ryan...anyway, you've got a `favorites' folder
on that site and I've selected some videos for you to watch.  You should
have time to get through them all by the time I get home."  Jason must have
walked outside because the background noises faded.  His voice lowered to a
more discrete volume as he continued.  "Have you cum yet?"

	"No -- I said I'd wait for you."

	"Nice.  I'm proud of you.  Are you looking forward to me coming
home?"

	Ryan hesitated before answering, "I wish you were here now..."

	"You gonna suck it all the way to the bottom tonight?"

	"I'll try but I'm not sure I can."

	"You'll do fine -- I believe in you.  Enjoy the videos -- I'll be
there in about an hour.  See ya..."

	Alone with his laptop and dripping cock, Ryan opened the folder,
deciding to start at the top and simply work his way down.  None of the
clips was very long, most being under five minutes.  The first few were of
blowjobs and Ryan noticed the cocks being serviced were similar to Jason's
in size and girth.  He was amazed the guys were able to get their lips all
the way to the base.  The clips soon turned to fucking.  Once again, Ryan
was flooded with apprehension as he watched a monstrously large prick
sliding into another guy's asshole.  Even more astonishing, the bottoms
seemed to enjoy the sensation, most remaining rock hard while being fucked
and moaning in ecstasy.  Despite his concerns, Ryan was turned on by the
movies and his need to cum was growing.  As he neared the end of the list,
the videos began to include internal cumshots rather than the standard
pull-and-shoot variety.  The first one caught Ryan off guard - the hard
cock pounding the poor overly-excited bottom suddenly stopped, buried to
the hilt, and flexed repeatedly.  It wasn't until it slid back out,
dragging the creamy jizz with it, that Ryan realized what had happened.
The top had just cum in the other guy's ass!  Fascinated by this depravity,
he replayed the last few seconds, just to make sure he'd see it right.

	All the clips from this point on ended with internal cumshots and
the brutally of the fucking, the pure animal nature of the sex, ramped up
swiftly as well.  Ryan's cock pounded untouched between his legs, dripping
dogwater, clearly stimulated by the initially disturbing images.

	The final clip was the most graphic.  A single young man,
resembling Ryan in many ways, was lying on a hotel bed while numerous men
milled about the room casually.  His legs were in the air and he was being
fucked repeatedly in this position.  Ryan tried to count the men in the
room but they moved around too much to get an accurate number.  What's
more, they seemed to come and go as they pleased making it difficult to
determine if he'd already counted them.  The first guy shot inside the boy,
pulled out, and another climbed on, plowing right through the semen oozing
out of his hole.  A second load was dumped and another cock took its place.
Though he'd not been able to count the guys in the room, he did manage to
count the loads this poor guy had taken.  After the sixth, Ryan realized if
he wasn't careful, he was going to cum -- even without masturbating.  He
pressed pause and took a deep breath before resuming the movie.  A new top
was plowing hard and deep with a speed that seemed unreal.  The bottom's
asshole never closed completely as he was repeatedly penetrated.  Without
warning, it began to leak copiously, the previously deposited cum dripping
out in amounts that seemed unthinkable.  The top sensed the additional
wetness and went into overdrive, whipping the slimy, intermingled loads
into a frothy mess.  The onlookers encouraged the top to plow harder,
faster, to fuck the boy up.  Another man climbed on the bed, pulled the
bottom's hands over his head, and sat on them to keep him from playing with
his dick.  Suddenly, the mean fucker stopped and screamed, emptying his
nuts inside the worn out asshole.  Given the nature of this clip so far,
Ryan had predicted this would happen.  What he hadn't counted on was the
bottom arching his back, moaning loudly, and spraying his own load as his
ass was breed for the seventh time.  His tired ass lips couldn't contain
the volume of injected semen and it flowed out onto the bedspread.

	Ryan gripped the arms of the chair, his doggedly needy cock poised
to fire.  "Jason's gonna kill me," he whispered.  "Don't cum, Ryan, don't
cum," he repeated like a mantra until the screen went black.  He was on the
verge of shooting when he heard a key in the door and the deadbolt being
drawn back.  "Thank god," he muttered gratefully as he heard Jason walking
down the hall.

	"You didn't cum yet, did you?" he asked.

	"Not yet," he forced himself to say through clenched teeth.  "But
I'm really close."  Jason looked surprised, pleasantly surprised.

	"Wow.  That's a better response to those videos than I expected.
Are you looking forward to trying that?"

	"No!  We can't do that Jason.  It'll kill me..."

	"Nonsense!  We won't start you out like that.  You'll work up to
it.  That guy enjoyed it -- so can you.  You just need to go slow and
practice."

	"FUCK!!" Ryan cried, trying with all his might not to cum.  Though
he managed to stave off ejaculation, he couldn't help but wonder if he was
having an extended orgasm even as Jason stared at him struggling to regain
control.  His sappy cock flexed and swelled constantly as it jutted up from
his damp pubes.  Ryan's head fell backwards and his eyes rolled in their
sockets during the last spasm and a single drop of pearlescent white
emerged from the slit.  It remained perched on the tip of pulsing cock for
a second before sliding down his shaft and getting lost in his bush.

	"Shit..." Jason whispered in astonishment.  Last week he'd been
tempted to just fuck Ryan and get it over with, but nothing compared to
witnessing this.  He could fuck the cum out of his roommate this very
instant despite the pain of it being his first time out.  Still, this isn't
how he wanted it to happen and he pushed the idea from his mind.  "Calm
down, Ryan," he said gently.  "You'll get to shoot tonight.  I'm serious --
not just screwing with you.  Do you need something to drink?"

	"Yeah, that'd be nice."  Ryan was sweating profusely.

	"What do you want - bourbon and coke?"

	"Just bring the bottle..." he moaned through gritted teeth.

	Jason laughed to himself as he retrieved the liquor.  This was
proving to be even more amusing than he'd hoped...more than amusing,
actually.  He'd not been able to think about anything but Ryan while at the
party and was genuinely looking forward to the time they were about to
spend together.  He handed the bourbon to Ryan, who promptly tipped it back
and took a shot straight from the bottle.

	"So you ready to suck?"

	"I need another minute," Ryan panted.

	"That's fine -- we got all night."

	Jason casually stripped in front of Ryan and reclined, comfortably
nude and still soft, on the bed.  The soles of his large feet faced his
roommate, the sight and smell of them making it even more difficult for
Ryan to calm down.

	"Do you want me to rub your feet?" he asked hopefully.

	"Can you do it without cumming?"

	"I think so..."

	"Then knock yourself out.  I'm gonna watch some porn while you calm
down.  Don't take too long -- you still have to practice your blowjob
skills.  I want you able to take it all by the time the guys get here
tomorrow."

	Ryan groaned at the thought, took another shot of bourbon, and fell
to his knees on the floor by the foot of the bed.  As his hands grasped
Jason's left foot and began to kneed, a thought suddenly dawned on him.
He'd assumed Jason's refusal to let him cum was just his sadistic side
torturing him.  Now it seemed possible there was another explanation -- to
make him so horny he'd freely and yes, even enthusiastically, service his
domineering roommate without objections of any kind.  It bothered Ryan he
could be so easily manipulated, even as his mouth inched closer to Jason's
toes.  Just prior to placing them in his mouth, he pried his nose between
the big toe and its neighbor -- and inhaled deeply.  Too late, he realized
how instantly recognizable the action had been.

	"Dude, did you just take a hit off my feet?"

	"Yeah," replied Ryan, knowing it pointless to dispute the obvious.

	"How was it?" he asked with a devious smirk across his face.  He
wriggled the toes in Ryan's face, causing additional funk to seep into his
nostrils.

	"They smell like feet," he answered as indifferently as possible.

	"But do you like it?  I mean, it was your idea to huff on `em just
now."

	"Fine!  I admit it -- I like the smell."

	To say that Jason was pleased would be an absurd understatement.

	"Nice!!!  You're full of surprises tonight, Ryan.  A week without
cumming has done you good.  You got five more minutes, dude.  Then you
gotta get busy sucking, OK?"

	Despite the short allotment of time, Ryan licked every square inch
of the size-thirteen, monster feet propped lazily on the edge of the bed,
including between the toes.  When he was told to stop, he noticed Jason
stroking his massive, uncut dick.  Tonight's cocksucking lesson was about
to begin.  Ryan reached for the swollen organ and lowered his head to place
the tip in his mouth.  Jason unexpectedly stopped him.

	"No, Ryan -- you can't just start like that.  There are three
things you need to remember when you're sucking cock.  First, a man wants
to feel like he's important to you, that his dick is important to you.
Look at it like you love it...let the guy see it in your eyes, like you're
in awe.  And remember, we can tell when you're faking.  Do you understand
why this look would get a man hot?"

	"Yeah, I can see that..."

	"Good.  This will be important tomorrow when the guys stop by.  I
want you to be convincing.  I can't have them thinking you don't know what
you're doing."

	"Are you really gonna make me suck them?"

	"You wouldn't want me to break a promise, would you?  And keep in
mind it's only `til the end of the month.  I only own you until then.
After that, things go back to normal around here.  You can handle one
month, can't you?"

	Ryan was speechless.  Had Jason just used the word "own"?  He
nodded to indicate he could continue to live with their agreement.

	"Excellent...you're making this really easy for me tonight, Ryan.
You're being such a good boy.  I'm proud of you!"  The sincere praise,
delivered in such a soothing tone, made Ryan feel curiously good inside.
Jason continued to coach him on the finer points.

	"Now...back to the three things.  We've covered `the look'.  Next,
find something about the guy's dick to compliment.  Don't use an old, tired
line like `oh, it's soooo big' or something stupid like that.  Choose
something you really like about it, something that applies to him,
personalized to make him feel special; you know, something you don't say to
every guy you suck.  Practice a few on me.  How would you compliment my
cock?  And don't say it's big -- I know that already."

	Ryan played with the big dick in his hand as he thought.

	"Well, I like your foreskin -- but you already knew that too."

	"That's a good start but not specific enough.  Tell him WHY you
like it."

	"Oh...OK, I like the way it covers the head even when you're hard."

	"See, that's much better already!  You're great at this, buddy!
Try and come up with a few more -- it'll be good practice for tomorrow."

	"Uhmm, I like that you make a lot of precum -- just like me."

	"That's good...but most of the guys you're gonna suck won't be
interested in your dick, so try not to reference it.  Try again..."

	"I like this part underneath that sticks out when it's hard, how it
runs all the way to the bottom."

	Jason nodded his head with satisfaction.  This exercise was getting
Ryan worked up and he excitedly came up with yet another flattering remark
for his roommate's prick.

	"OH, OH yeah -- and I really like the head of your cock.  When I
peel the skin back, it's so smooth and such a bright red color.  Since the
skin on the shaft is so pale, the contrast is beautiful..."

	Ryan was all but hypnotized by the cock in his hand, studying every
inch as he slowly milked it.

	"Very convincing, dude - I'm impressed.  It was sincere and has the
added benefit of being true.  You almost made me believe you love it..."

	"I do love it..." he whispered, his voice barely audible and
slightly garbled.  Jason wasn't even sure he'd intended to say it out loud.
Still, he knew what he'd said.  He considered making Ryan repeat it, louder
this time, but didn't want to ruin his focus.

	"The third thing to remember is this -- always ask first..."

	Ryan's head spun around to look at Jason, apparently surprised.

	"Why is that important?" he asked inquisitively.

	"Guys love blowjobs.  But usually, we waste a few dates, a bunch of
money, and STILL have to talk `em into it.  For you to ask us -- well,
that's fucking hot as hell.  When a guys sees somebody between his legs,
fascinated by his cock, and then they beg to suck it -- that's just as good
as it gets, dude."

	Hearing Jason talk sent Ryan over the edge mentally.  He wanted to
get started now no matter how it made him look.

      "Please let me suck it..." he asked shamelessly.

	"Just like that, buddy!" Jason said excitedly, mistaking Ryan's
request as simply additional practice for tomorrow.  "I swear you'll send
Andrew into orbit if you ask him like that."

	"I'm serious, Jason...please, let me taste it."

	"Damn!  That's nice, Ryan.  You ARE hot for it, aren't you?"

	"Yes, can I suck it now?"

	"Just tell me the three rules first..."

	"First, look like you love it.  Then find something unique about it
to compliment.  Finally, ask first.  Please, Jason...let me suck it."

	"You're gonna take it all, right?"

	"I'll try..."

	Jason narrowed his eyes rather sternly.  Ryan was afraid he'd
angered him.

	"I will -- somehow.  I will..." he corrected.

	"Go on then...do me proud, Ryan...do me proud."

	Jason relaxed, his head sinking into the pillow, hands behind his
head, as Ryan devotedly went down on him.  He'd improved quite a bit this
week and was working the head and first few inches well, using his hand
only at the base.  Not wanting the distraction of verbal coaching, Jason
allowed his right hand to migrate to Ryan's head, running his fingers
through the soft, blond hair, caressing his scalp gently.  Then he began to
press down, lightly at first, but soon with enough pressure for Ryan to get
the point.

	Another inch slipped inside and Jason knew his roommate's mouth was
full.  Saliva began to extrude from the tight seal provided by his lips.
Jason left his hand in place, not allowing Ryan to retreat up the shaft.
He gently pushed again, probing the entrance to his throat.  After allowing
Ryan a few minutes to adjust his breathing, he pushed again, this time
snapping his hips up slightly.  The inner gate breached and the head
slipped inside, predictably causing Ryan to gag.  Jason's hips pulled back
but he maintained the vice-like grip on his roommate's head.  He was
patient, knowing that Ryan was doing his best, and gave him a few seconds
to catch his breath before snapping his hips upward again.  The tight
column of his throat felt marvelous and Jason held him longer this time.
He moaned loudly to signal to his trainee how well he was doing.  When Ryan
was ready for another attempt, Jason pushed again.  This time he made it
almost to the bottom before gagging.  Assuming Ryan now possessed both the
skill and the desire to finish the job himself, he released his roommate's
head and let him work.  It didn't take long.  Three attempts later, Ryan's
nose was buried in sweaty pubes.  Jason moaned at the exquisite pleasure of
being serviced and flexed his cock inside his roommate, feeling the power
of his dick as it impaled him.  Ryan held this position momentarily before
rising long enough for a quick breath and slipping back down the throbbing,
slippery cock.  Jason was getting close and contemplated whether or not to
warn Ryan of the impending flood of semen.

	"Oh, baby...that feels so good," he whispered, expecting Ryan to
pull off or at least retreat to some extent.  He didn't.  Jason decided to
give a less subtle signal.

	"You're gonna make me cum, Ryan..."

	There -- he'd given fair warning.  It was now Ryan's duty to use
this information as he wished.  The anticipated, sudden withdrawal of his
cock and frenzied final few strokes to finish the job did not occur.
Instead, Ryan began to quiver, moaning himself, and opened impossibly wide,
forcing his throat to accommodate the wickedly hard, pulsing shaft.  When
he started making swallowing motions that was all Jason could take.  He
unloaded fiercely inside Ryan, all the while comfortably relaxed on his
bed, contributing nothing but his hard cock and sticky semen to this
encounter.

	Ryan tasted nothing during this orgasm.  The fluids bypassed his
tongue entirely, pulled toward his stomach by the regular swallowing
motions he maintained throughout.  Only once the cock stopped spasming did
he lift his head, milking a few stray curds of semen onto his tongue before
releasing it completely.  His hand took over as his lips slipped free and
he looked up at Jason hopefully.

	"Was that OK?" he asked foolishly, not realizing what a remarkable
job he'd done.  Jason, still catching his breath, rolled his eyes and
laughed heartily.

	"Get up here you stupid fuck," he said playfully.  Ryan carefully
changed positions to recline next to him.  "That was incredible.  I knew
you'd be able to do it, but DAMN!!!  You're amazing, man!"  Then, almost as
an afterthought, he added, "Hey, you still wanna cum?  You've earned
it...and then some."

	Ryan's expression instantly fell, appearing suddenly worried and
slightly embarrassed.  His voice broke as he timidly spoke.

	"Now, Jason - don't be mad."

	"What?"

	"I kinda already did..."

	"What, you shot?  When?  Your hands were on me the whole time..."

	"...right after I figured out how to time my breathing - you know,
so I wouldn't choke.  Then I got too excited.  Once it started, I couldn't
stop."

	Jason leaned forward and looked for himself.  There were puddles of
sticky, white cum everywhere.  Since he knew where his had been deposited,
it must have been Ryan's.  The fucker must have had an amazing orgasm and
Jason wished he'd seen it happen.

	"Shit!!!" he cried in amazement.  "How did I not notice?"

	"I'm sorry.  I couldn't tell you with your dick down my throat."

	"Fuck!!!" he whispered, still staring in disbelief at the slimy
mess his roommate had made.  Ryan mistook this reaction for displeasure.

	"Please don't be mad.  And if you are, please don't spank me -- I
just hate that.  I'll do whatever you want but you've gotta stop it with
the spankings."

	Normally Jason wouldn't have allowed Ryan to talk this way but he
was in too excellent a mood to care.  He'd calculated the various possible
outcomes of pushing Ryan down this path, but this exceeded the most
optimistic scenarios.  He looked up at his roommate, a broad smile on his
face.

	"I'm not mad.  You just spontaneously nutted while going down on
me!  Dude, that's amazing!"

	"So you're OK with it?  I mean, we're OK?" Ryan asked cautiously.

	"HELL YES!!!  That's the biggest compliment you could've given me.
You actually love my cock!"  Despite what he'd just done, Ryan still
blushed.

	"It looks like I kinda do..."

	"I bet you shoot when I fuck you too."

	"Jason, listen.  I'm still not sure I can..."

	"Shhhh -- we can talk about it tomorrow," he interrupted.  "Roll
over and I'll pull the sheet up."

	Ryan complied wordlessly, assuming the spooning position his
roommate preferred.  Once the lamp was off, his muscular arm wrapped around
Ryan's waist, pulling him tighter, his face inching toward his neck.  He
could've sworn he felt Jason's lips brush against his hairline, just behind
the ear.

	"My cock is bent the wrong way, baby," Jason whispered seductively.
"Reach behind and fix it, would you?"

	Ryan angled his arm behind him, grabbing the still-hard, slippery
cock, and adjusted it into a more comfortable sleeping position, placing it
directly between the cheeks of his ass.  Jason moaned his thanks and gave a
few sensuous thrusts along the trench.  It was only a matter of time now.

GAME NIGHT -- COCK SUCKING PARTY -- SATURDAY, MAY 9th 2009

	With the entire day to themselves, Ryan had additional
opportunities to practice his new skills.  Jason was careful not to let him
shoot this time since he wanted Ryan horny for the party.  To this end, he
also edged him throughout the day, getting him just shy of cumming before
stopping and leaving him aching for relief.  The last session went right up
to the time their guests were expected.  Jason left him hanging on the
precipice of orgasm before heading off to take a quick shower before the
party.

	The guys arrived at 9:15 just as Jason was stepping into the
shower.  Upon hearing the doorbell, Ryan checked the peephole and hid
behind the door, opening it just wide enough to allow them passage.  Matt,
Tommy, and Andrew slipped through the narrow opening and, as was their
custom, headed immediately to the kitchen to store the beer and liquor
they'd brought.

	"Dude, don't you ever wear clothes anymore?" asked Andrew.

	"Not around the apartment..."

	Matt was storing his beer in the fridge when he asked, "Where's
Jason?"

	"He's taking a shower - he'll be out soon."

	Matt swiftly walked closer, motioning for the others to follow.
They formed a semicircle around Ryan and lowered their voices.

	"Good, we wanted to talk to you alone anyway.  This'll give us a
chance," Matt explained.

	"...About what?"

	"Jason told us about all the stuff you've been doing.  Last weekend
was fine and all, I mean -- it was just some harmless teasing.  But this is
starting to get serious."  Tommy interrupted Matt to get to the point.

	"What he's trying to say is -- are you really into this or is Jason
making you do it?  We know what a prick he can be -- I'm sure you do too,
and he can get a little obsessive.  You're supposed to give us blowjobs
tonight but if he's forcing you, we're not doing it..."

	"Speak for yourself," interjected Andrew.

	The sound of running water from the shower abruptly stopped.

	"Anyway," Tommy continued.  "You need to tell us.  If he's forcing
you or hurting you, we can talk to him.  Hurry up...he'll be out soon."

	"He doesn't hurt me," Ryan clarified.  "He spanked me pretty hard
last week but it's not like he's torturing me, if that's what you mean."

	"What about the blowjobs?  If you don't wanna go through with it,
we'll figure out a way to stop this from getting out of control."

	Ryan thought before answering, shifting nervously as his cock began
to swell.

	"I've known this was coming all week.  I'm over the mental
hurdle..."

	"So, you're OK with it?" Tommy asked.  "You're sure?"

	Ryan shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

	"Yeah, I'm fine with it," he answered.

	Tommy and Andrew looked at Matt, who still didn't seem satisfied.

	"Is that good enough for you, Matt?" Andrew asked.

	"I still don't know -- I'll think about it and decide later," he
said while walking to the living room with his first beer of the evening.

	"What was that about?" Ryan asked Andrew.

	"He's not sure he wants a guy to suck his dick, that's all," he
explained.  Turning his head to Matt and raising his voice loud enough to
be heard, he added "He worries too much!"  Matt responded with well-timed
obscene gesture.

	"So, I guess you two don't have a problem with it?" Ryan asked.

	"Hell, no!" answered Andrew as he and Tommy burst into laughter.
"Little man, I've been looking forward to this all week."

	Once Jason joined them, the evening began much as they usually do.
They drank, smoked some pot, and made small talk as they half-watched
television, everyone but Matt ignoring the fact that one of them was naked.
He seemed distracted, worried and tense.  After a few shots and a couple of
hits, even Ryan was less edgy than Matt.  His angst increased further when
Ryan moved to the floor between Jason's legs and began casually massaging
his large feet.  The novice cocksucker's dick had been oscillating between
fully erect and semi-soft, but once he touched Jason's feet, it sprung
upward and stayed that way, pulsing and needy.  Given his recent
experiences, it scarcely bothered Ryan to be seen in this condition anymore
- but it did bother Matt.  He unexpectedly stood, placed his beer on the
coffee table, and headed for the door.

	"This fucked up!  I -- I just can't go through with this.  You guys
have fun.  I'm leaving..."

	"Matt!" Jason called out sternly.  Ryan had never heard his
roommate take that tone with anyone other than himself.  "Don't be stupid.
You can't drive right now.  You've been drinking -- not to mention the
pot."

	"I'm NOT gonna sit here and watch him blow you," Matt declared.

	"Nobody said anything about you having to watch!  They can take him
back to the bedroom -- it's more comfortable anyway.  You can just sit out
here with me until they're done."

	"Matt, sit down you fool," said Andrew.  "We drove together,
remember?  And we're not ready to go yet.  Just relax -- damn!!!"

	Unmistakably ill at ease, Matt reluctantly returned to the sofa and
sat, picking up the bong and taking another hit.  The room was momentarily
silent, the air thick with tension before Jason decided to get things
moving.

	"OK, who wants to go first?"

	"Me!  I do -- let me go first!" cried Andrew, actually raising his
hand like a student as he spoke.  Ryan couldn't help but grin - the guy
seemed so excited.  The others noticed his unusual eagerness as well.

	"Damn, Andrew!!!" commented Tommy.  "You'd think you never had a
blowjob!"

	"Fuck you!!!  Let's go, Ryan."

	The two disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind
them.  Andrew quickly reclined on the bed and noticed the television and
DVD player.

	"Does Jason keep any porn back here?" he asked.

	"Yeah, he's got a ton of movies in that case over there."

	"Bring it here and let me pick one."  Ryan retrieved the DVD
organizer from the desk and handed it to Andrew.  "Take my shoes off and
rub my feet for a few minutes while I find something to watch..."

	Ryan obediently untied his sneakers and slipped them off his moist
feet.  He wasn't wearing socks and the smell was quite intense.  Ryan
noticed, almost shamefully, that he could tell a difference between this
smell and Jason's.  He ran his fingers into the steamy, soft flesh of the
arch then the tougher skin of the heel before working his way to the toes,
gently working each in tiny circles to work out the stress he found there.

	"He sure does have a lot of movies," Andrew noted.

	"He's got a lot of money," Ryan answered playfully.

	"Do you swallow?"  The question was asked in a natural,
non-judgmental manner with no modesty and no hang-ups.  When Ryan didn't
immediately answer, he continued.  "If you don't that's fine, I just wanted
to know..."

	"Yeah, I swallow," Ryan replied awkwardly as he switched feet.

	"Nice," Andrew responded without looking up from the binder.
"Nobody's ever swallowed my spooge before.  Here, this'll do."  Andrew
slipped the disc from the pocket and handed it to Ryan.  "Pop that in and
let's get started."

	Ryan took the disc, looking at it before placing it in the tray.
It was entitled "To Completion: Cum Guzzling Whores".  He was a bit
self-conscious.  After all, he was about to do the very same thing for
Andrew and couldn't help but wonder what that said about him.

	He crawled between Andrews legs and unbuttoned his jeans.  Slipping
his fingers inside the waist, he pulled both them and his jockeys down at
the same time.  It wasn't until he'd tossed them on the floor that he
noticed Andrew's cock.  His dick was already fully hard, not nearly as
massive as Jason's but larger than Ryan's.  Rule number one, as it had been
taught to him, was to look at the cock as if you love it.  He found himself
fulfilling this rule without even trying.

	Inching closer, he wrapped his fingers around it, marveling at how
rigid it felt compared to Jason's, whose cock was so meaty it kept a small
amount of give even when fully hard.  Andrew was circumcised but the skin
wasn't overly tight.  Ryan angled the meat down and released it, letting it
snap back up.

	"Whoa...intense," Ryan whispered in admiration.

	"What?"  Andrew was clearly enjoying the attention.

	"It's just so fucking hard.  Do you always bone like this?"

	"Yeah, every time.  You like it?"

	Ryan glanced upward, smiling mischievously.  "It's nice -- really
nice.  I can see your heartbeat in it."  He fondled it for a few more
minutes while Andrew found a scene to watch on the DVD.  As he played with
the pulsing cock in his hand, Ryan realized he wanted to put it in his
mouth.  He'd hoped Andrew would force him down on it or simply command him
to suck but no such order materialized.  He knew it would make him sound
like a slut but he couldn't stop the words from leaving his mouth.  "Can I
suck it now?"

	Andrew looked surprised and made a curious face.

	"That's what we're here for, dude..."

	Ryan's lips enveloped the spongy tip, forming a tight seal with his
mouth and drawing a loud moan from his friend.  Using his tongue, he traced
around the flange and under the slit, repeating this motion for several
minutes while increasing Andrew's sexual intensity.  He opened his eyes,
peering down the pole to his untamed bush.  While sucking Jason's knob,
there always seemed to be so much left to swallow.  By comparison, he'd be
able to take Andrew rather easily.

	Gradually, he began his descent, inching toward the bottom.  Once
he felt the head lodged at the gateway to his throat he checked his
progress -- only an inch, maybe an inch and a half to go.  Ryan steadied
his breathing and relaxed.  The cockhead popped through the inner ring and
he plunged the rest of the way down, feeling the wiry pubes tickling his
nose.  Andrew moved without warning, either from pleasure or the surprise
of having his dick swallowed, and caused Ryan to gag.  For some reason,
this reflex seemed to please him.

	"Fuck yeah, bitch -- take it all," he groaned.

	Undeterred by this setback, Ryan tried again, this time staying
down much longer.  Once he adjusted to the fullness and was sure he
wouldn't choke, he began the swallowing motions Jason enjoyed so much.  The
rhythmic contractions provided Andrew with significant pleasure and he made
this known.

	"FUCK!  Nobody's ever done that.  Don't stop, dude!"

	That sentence opened the floodgates for Andrew and during the next
five minutes he spoke incessantly, spewing forth a constant stream of vile,
filthy comments.  Ryan objected to some of them but was in no position to
do anything about it.  Eventually, Andrew approached his climax.

	"You gonna swallow my cum like a good little bitch?  Keep it up and
I'll feed you good.  Yeah, almost there -- almost -- yeah, FUCK -- I'm
cumming, slut -- I'm cumming -- drink me - FUCK!!!"

	Andrew was yelling loud enough for everyone in the apartment to
hear when the first blast emptied into his cocksucker's throat.  As was the
case with Jason, the milky sperm bypassed his tongue altogether, each
contraction of the iron-like rod forcing it directly into his digestive
tract.  Ryan continued the swallowing motions unabated during the orgasm,
partly to intensify the sensation and partly to clear his throat for the
next volley.  Only once Andrew's body conspicuously relaxed did he allow
the dick to slip from between his lips.

	"There's still some jizz in it," Andrew noted.  "...squeeze it out
and clean it, would you?  I hate putting it back in my pants like that."

	Ryan milked the shaft from base to tip, extracting a large bead of
slippery, white semen.  He obediently lowered his head and lapped it clean,
the friction of his tongue causing one last full-body spasm from Andrew.

	"Fuck!!  That was hot, dude - you took the whole thing!  Just let
me catch my breath and we'll head back out there..."

	They emerged several minutes later to a round of applause from
Jason and Tommy.  Matt continued to brood over his beer, looking more
uneasy than ever.

	"That must have been good," Tommy observed.  "The whole damn
building heard you screaming..."

	"Did you swallow like I taught you?" asked Jason.

	Ryan nodded affirmatively, indicating he'd eaten it all.

	"Shit!  Let's go -- NOW!!!" yelled Tommy as he stood and ushered
Ryan back down the hall.

	Tommy was overly excited, his cock out of his pants before he even
closed the door.  Unlike Andrew, he wasn't interested in porn or foreplay.
He simply instructed Ryan to kneel and forced his cock inside.

	"So much for the rules," thought Ryan as this newest cock bottomed
out in a single fluid motion, hardly stopping as it entered his throat.  It
happened so fast he'd barely gotten to look at it, much less find something
to compliment.  From the way it filled his mouth, he assumed it was
comparable to Andrew's in size, though maybe a bit thicker.  The erratic,
forceful thrusts were new to Ryan, since both Jason and Andrew preferred to
let him do all the work, and made it difficult to breathe, causing him to
gag multiple times.  Copious amounts of saliva flowed from his lips,
lubricating the shaft in a bubbly, sticky sheen.

	While Ryan's oral rape continued, Jason and Andrew tried to get
Matt out of his persistent funk.

	"He's really good, Matt -- just fucking amazing," Andrew noted.

	"This doesn't seem right, guys," Matt objected again.

	"You didn't see him -- he WANTED it.  He even ASKED me for it!"

	"Because Jason's got him all turned around and confused.  He
doesn't know what he's doing.  For god's sake, Jason, he's scared to death
of you."

	"No, he's not," answered Jason dismissively.  "Sure, maybe for the
first few days, but not anymore.  I swear - he's doing this because he
WANTS to."

	"It's just so weird," Matt continued.  "We've known him for almost
two years and he's never given us any indication he was interested in
having sex with a guy."

	"He's never given us any indication he was interested in sex AT
ALL!" Jason responded.  "Name one person, male or female, he's dated since
you've known him."

	"I - I can't think of any," Matt reluctantly admitted.

	"Based on his journal, he got all the satisfaction he needed from
beating off," added Andrew with an arrogant smirk.

	"Not anymore..." pointed out Jason, raising his eyebrows and
flashing a wicked grin.  Andrew agreed with this assessment.

	"I know -- it was like I was doing HIM a favor," he noted.

	Suddenly, the piercing sound of a loud, animal-like roar filled the
apartment, causing a brief pause in the discussion.

	"Was I that loud?" asked Andrew.

	"You were louder," said Matt in a clearly judgmental tone.

	"Look, Matt," said Jason.  "It's only gonna get more intense around
here before the end of the month.  If you can't handle it, we understand.
But you should probably make other plans for the next few weekends."

	Andrew had a different suggestion.

	"I think you ought to spend some time with him, even if you don't
do anything.  You'll see he's OK with this -- nobody's forcing him."

	"That's not a bad idea, Andrew," said Jason.  "Just take him to the
bedroom and talk.  Spend, I don't know, maybe twenty minutes with him."

	Another series of loud grunts filled the room, followed quickly by,
"FUCK!  I'm cumming -- I'm cumming -- SHIT!!!  GODDAMMMMMNNNNNN!!!!"

	"I don't guess that could hurt," Matt grumbled, ignoring the
screams from down the hall.

	Not long after, Tommy and Ryan returned to the living room.
Obviously spent, Tommy grabbed his beer and collapsed on the sofa.  Ryan
waited for orders, his cock throbbing urgently from his crotch, liberally
leaking precum.  Jason looked at his face and chuckled.  He cleared his
throat to draw Ryan's attention and moved a finger to the corner of his
lips.

	"Dude, you got a little -- uhmm, you know, on your mouth."

	Mortified, Ryan raised a hand to his lips and wiped off the semen
he found there.  Even worse, before he could think, he put the finger in
his mouth and licked it clean -- like whipped cream from a dessert.

	"FUCKING NASTY!!" yelled Andrew as he burst into laughter.

	Matt stood, disturbed by what just happened and ushered Ryan to the
bedroom.  After closing the door and locking it, something none of the
others had done, he sat on the bed and looked up at Ryan.

	"Can you put on some underwear or something?"

	"Uhmm -- I don't really have any."

	"Well, wear a pair of Jason's then -- I don't care.  I'm getting
tired of looking at you naked."

	After slipping into a pair of his roommate's shorts, Ryan listened
as Matt explained why he was here.

	"Relax, dude -- I'm not gonna make you blow me."

	"You're not?  Why are we here then?"

	"...to get them off my back!  We'll stay for a few minutes then go
back to the living room."

	"Oh...OK, what do you wanna do then?"

	Matt looked completely exasperated and demanded an explanation.

	"Dude, WHY are you doing this?  It can't be what you want.  Last
weekend, I thought we were just hazing you -- I've seen the frats do worse
during pledge week.  But if I'd known it would lead to this..."

	"You don't need to feel bad," Ryan said after a moment, thrown off
balance by Matt's contrition.  "I'm the one who agreed to it."

	"He's got you so confused you don't know what you're doing."

	Ryan moved to sit on the bed near Matt.

	"That's not really true," he admitted.  "Well, it started out that
way but I've sorta gotten into it..."

	Matt rolled his eyes, unable to comprehend how that was possible.

	"Don't get me wrong," Ryan continued.  "Before last weekend, I
never imagined I'd be doing this.  But now that I am...it's not that bad."

	"So, you're telling me you enjoy sucking cock?"

	For some reason, Ryan felt the urge to laugh.  He attempted to show
restraint but it welled up stubbornly and couldn't be squelched.

	"I guess so..." he said through his chuckles.  "And apparently, I'm
pretty good at it..."

	For the first time this evening, Matt laughed too.

	"Based on the noises Andrew and Tommy made, I'd say you're damn
near amazing!"

	The two enjoyed another laugh until Matt reminded Ryan of where
this path was headed.

	"You do understand if you keep this up, Jason's gonna fuck you?"

	"Yeah, so he tells me.  By the way, what are you gonna tell him we
did?"

	"I'll say we just talked."

	Ryan bit his lip and made a concerned face.

	"That's gonna irritate him," he pointed out.

	"What do I care?  He's not gonna do anything to me."

	"You're not the one whose gonna be alone with him all day
tomorrow."

	"He'll be a jerk about it, won't he?" Matt asked.

	"Oh yeah..." answered Ryan, raising his eyebrows and sighing.

	"OK, we'll tell him you sucked me off.  Nobody has to know you
didn't.  You - I can't believe I'm saying this - `swallowed' with Andrew
and Tommy so it's not like they'll look for evidence."

	Ryan spent a moment thinking over the plan.  It seemed shrewd
enough but for one minor flaw.

	"Jason asks a lot of questions.  I'm sure he'll ask about your dick
since nobody thought we'd do anything.  I won't know what to say.  If he
catches me lying, he'll be even madder."

	"You wanna see it?" Matt asked guardedly.

	"If that's OK..."

	Matt considered the unusual request for a few moments then stood by
the foot of the bed.  Surely it wouldn't hurt to let him see it.  Lowering
his zipper, he reached inside and fished his cock out.  It was still soft
and easily the smallest dick in the apartment, smaller even than Ryan's.
It was uncut, however, and that caught his attention at once.  Quite
unintentionally, Ryan got "the look".

	"You've got foreskin," he observed.  "Andrew and Tommy don't..."

	"...Yeah?  What about Jason?" Matt asked.

	"He's uncut too -- lots of skin."

	Matt giggled at how ludicrous this circumstance seemed.  He was
about to put it back inside his jeans when he noticed how intently Ryan was
staring.  Amused by his apparent interest, he said...

	"Dude, you look hypnotized -- snap out of it!"

	"I'm sorry," he apologized, debating whether or not to actually say
what he was thinking.  Lowering his voice to a whisper, he decided to just
spit it out, "It looks better than Andrew's..."

	The indiscrete comment drew a hearty laugh from Matt.  "Oh man, I
can't wait to tell him that!"  Ryan immediately regretted his decision.

	"Please don't!  Andrew's almost as mean as Jason -- and the two of
them together...they'll kill me."

	"Oh, relax -- I won't say anything.  I just never thought it looked
all that nice and it is kinda small.  I've always wished it was bigger."

	"It's not THAT small.  And, like I said, it looks better."

	"You're just saying that because of the skin.  Jason told us about
your password."  Ryan felt a rush of heat to his face as he blushed.

	"That's not the only reason.  It's also pale and smooth, and
look...you can see the network of veins just under the skin.  Can I see
your nuts, too?"

	"...Why not?"

	Matt lowered his jeans but found it difficult to stand with them
wrapped around his ankles so he stepped clear of them completely.  He'd
never had anyone seem so fascinated by his penis before, and was frankly
enjoying the attention.

	"Wow..." Ryan whispered as Matt straightened up.  "Nobody but Jason
has you beat in the nut department."

	"...Seriously?"

	"Yeah," Ryan whispered.  "...and your sack hangs so low."

	He noticed Matt's cock plump somewhat as a surge of blood rushed to
it.

	"Can I touch `em?"

	Matt looked torn, inwardly debating his response.

	"If you touch my balls I'll probably get hard," he admitted.

	"Dude, I just sucked off two guys...seeing you with a boner won't
be any big deal."

	Matt chuckled and gave his consent, his cock swelling before the
fingers even reached the furry, wrinkled skin of his scrotum.  Once he
began to tenderly caress the sack, the penis shot straight up.  It was
shorter than the others but certainly not undersized -- just average with a
respectable thickness.  Like Jason, Matt possessed an extremely long
foreskin and it remained firmly in place during its expansion and rise.

	"You're dick is so hot," Ryan whispered.

	Matt grimaced as Ryan continued to fondle his balls.  "Your fingers
feel better than I expected -- damn!"

	His dick began to pulse in the same frantic manner Ryan's often
did.  As the cock-sucker watched in admiration, a drop of crystal clear goo
emerged from under the puckered folds of skin and ran down the shaft.  The
strand broke and fell on Ryan's wrist.

	"Fuck!  That's so hot, Matt.  Do you make a lot of juice?"

	"Yeah," Matt moaned.  "It drips pretty much continuously while I'm
hard."

	Ryan released his scrotum and licked the drop from his wrist.

	"Shit, Ryan -- you're really into this, aren't you?"

	"Yeah," he answered while laughing.  "I'm sorry if that grossed you
out."

	"No, it's OK."  Matt stared down at his cock as it pulsed untouched
from his wild bush.  Now that he was aroused, he didn't want to stop.
Hesitantly, he prompted Ryan to continue, "If you want more, I'd be OK with
that..."

	Ryan moved quickly before Matt reconsidered.  Reaching forward, he
gently placed his fingertips on the quivering shaft.  Using his thumb and
forefinger, he milked from base to tip, causing a heavy stream of clear,
slick juice to flow over his hand.  After several repetitions of this
motion, Matt was as slippery as Ryan on his horniest day, tossing his head
back and moaning gently as the boy between his legs lovingly teased his
cock.

	"Matt?" Ryan asked carefully.

	"Yeah?" he answered between subtle grunts.

	"Please let me suck it."  He looked Matt directly in the face to
finish his pleading.  "It looks so fucking hot.  Please..."

	Matt sneered at the begging young man, his look growing almost
scornful.

	"They were right about you.  Go ahead," he answered with derision.

	Ryan's lips engulfed the skin-covered head, freeing it from its
prison as he descended the length of the shaft.  This was an easy suck for
Ryan, the tip of Matt's cock pushing against, but not breaching, his throat
each time his nose smashed against his sweaty pubes.  This cock was also
leakier than any he'd sucked and he found himself glad to be able to taste
it.

	"You're really good at this," he heard Matt moan from above.

	Ryan expressed his appreciation for the praise by using his tongue
over the now exposed, drippy cockhead.  His enthusiasm wasn't lost on Matt
and his prior indecision rapidly evaporated.  He placed both hands on
Ryan's head and thrust inside, holding him down.  Since his windpipe was
not fully obstructed, he was still able to breathe through his nose, which
was buried in the dark, wiry hairs of his damp bush.  The smell was
exhilarating and the boy's cock escaped through the fly of Jason's boxers,
needy and primed to shoot without any stimulation other than the taste of
Matt's cock.  He prepared to swallow this third load of the evening.

	Matt had other plans, however.  As he neared the inevitability of
orgasm, he abruptly pulled Ryan from his cock.  While his left hand firmly
grasped Ryan's hair, holding him near, his right flew into a frenzy of wild
stroking to force him over the edge.

	"Take my fucking cum," he panted.  "Gonna shoot -- god -- here it
comes..."

	Ryan sat with his mouth open, ready to take the spew.  Instead,
Matt took great pleasure in spraying everywhere BUT his mouth.  The first
shot nailed him over the left eye and the slimy, white curd hung nastily
from his brow.  The second and third volleys left trails of thick, starchy
semen in erratic lines covering his forehead and right cheek.  Matt laughed
loudly when the fourth accidentally shot directly up his nose, causing Ryan
to struggle against the startling sensation.  By the time he'd finished
spasming, Ryan's face was covered.  Matt may have had the least sizable
cock but it was clear his enormous balls produced the largest volume of
cum.  After milking the last few drops and smearing them on the tip of
Ryan's nose, he bent to retrieve his jeans and slipped them back on.

	"Stand up, you fucking slut!" Matt commanded as he opened the
bedroom door.  Grabbing the waistband of Jason's boxers, he roughly pulled
them down to Ryan's ankles, exposing him once again.  He noticed Ryan's
hand move to his face, apparently on a mission to wipe the burning cum from
his eye.  "Leave it..." he cruelly demanded as his palm connected with a
loud smack to the ass.  "March..."  Fully demoralized, but about to cum
himself, Ryan began the walk of shame down the hall, this time with a face
full of semen.

	The living room erupted into strident laughter as the two joined
their friends, Andrew cackling so hysterically his eyes watered.  Matt left
Ryan standing disgracefully in the center of room as he lit a cigarette.

	"Wow, dude," said Jason to Matt.  "It looks like you changed your
mind."

	"You guys were right...I'll admit it.  I wasn't gonna do anything
but he fucking begged me for it!"

	"We told you, man," added Tommy.

	"Why'd you cum on his face?" asked Andrew.

	"...Proof!  I figured you guys would want confirmation."

	They left Ryan standing as they drank and discussed what had
happened tonight, even as Matt's cum began to cool, becoming runny and
difficult to keep on his face.  After about fifteen minutes, Andrew stood,
walked behind Ryan and knelt.  He pulled the pale ass cheeks apart and
attempted to inspect his hole.  Ryan resisted, sending droplets of Matt's
cum flying across the room.

	"Stand still, Ryan -- let him look," demanded Jason sternly.

	Andrews's fingers repeated the violation and this time successfully
exposed the tight virgin pucker, probing the pink rim.

	"So when you gonna fuck him?" he asked plainly.

	"He's scared...we'll have to work up to that," Jason answered.

	"SHIT!!!" yelled Tommy.  "If it was me, I'd fuck him tonight!"

	"...Then I guess he's lucky it ain't you," Jason shot back.

	"You gonna let us fuck him too?" asked Andrew as he prodded Ryan's
hole.

	"That's up to him, Andrew.  I'm not gonna force him."

	"What do say, Ryan -- you gonna let us fuck you too?"

	Ryan felt dizzy -- this was just too much.  His cock waved and
pulsed as Andrew rubbed his hole and he found it difficult to answer these
unfamiliar, awkward questions, especially with Matt's cum still dripping
from his face.

	"Guys, I don't know.  I'm not sure I'll like it..."

	"But if you do like it, you'll let us?" asked Matt unexpectedly.
"I mean, if you end up liking it as much as sucking cock?"

	Ryan decided to give provisional consent.

	"I guess that would be OK.  But I'm not making any promises..."

	"Well, there you have it," said Jason loudly, a hint of pride
evident in his voice.  "Ryan, go take a shower and get to bed.  I'll be
there once the guys leave.  Don't jerk off -- I'll let you cum tomorrow.
Go on, get moving..."

	Ryan walked to the bathroom but realized there were no clean
towels.  He quietly re-entered the hallway to get one from the linen closet
and heard Jason speaking to the others.  Though he knew he shouldn't
eavesdrop, he couldn't help himself.

	"Listen up guys `cause this is important...Matt, pay attention!" he
heard his roommate bark.  "I know how Ryan acted tonight but he's a nice
guy and he's new to this.  Outside this apartment, treat him like you
always have.  Don't make his life miserable and for god's sake, don't
mention this to anybody at school.  The little man is starting to grow on
me and since I'm responsible for him acting this way, I'm feeling a little
protective.  I won't let you hurt him.  Understood?"

	Despite the humiliation of the past week, Ryan felt an emotional
bond to Jason as he spoke those words, never imaging his roommate could
serve as both tormentor and protector.  The conversation grew distant as he
returned to the bathroom and showered.  Once clean, he went to bed but
found it difficult to sleep with all the noise.  He was almost there when
Jason slipped under the sheets with him, pressing against his back as
always.  He draped an arm over his exhausted roommate and squeezed his
cock.

	"Hmmmm," Jason moaned with his lips grazing Ryan's ear, his hot
breath sending waves of excitement through his body.  "Still
hard...nice...I'm proud of you, Ryan.  You made me very happy tonight."

	"Jason?" he asked timidly, still facing the wall.

	"What is it, Ryan?"

	"Why do you want to fuck me?"

	"Because you've got a hot little ass, buddy.  Everybody thinks so."
Jason's tongue snaked out of his mouth and licked the tip of Ryan's
earlobe, causing him to moan in sexual heat.  "We'll start practicing
tomorrow, baby.  You'll see -- you're gonna love it..."

TAMING RYAN'S ASS -- SUNDAY, MAY 10th 2009

	The day got off to a rocky start.  The guys slept until almost noon
and had barely started their coffee before Ryan's cell phone rang.  It was
his manager from the restaurant - he needed Ryan to come in for a brief
staff meeting, promising it wouldn't take more than thirty minutes.  Ryan
dressed quickly and drove down for the meeting.  Unfortunately, it was bad
news.  Due to continued poor customer traffic, three members of the wait
staff were being let go - Ryan was one of the three.  In shock over losing
his job, he wandered back to his car and drove home.  Jason was not going
to be pleased.

	To his surprise, Jason wasn't upset.  In fact, he seemed happy to
hear the news, explaining that the restaurant was taking up too much of his
time anyway.

	"You'll find another job, Ryan.  Don't worry about it."

	"But I won't be able to pay the rent if I'm not working."

	"Ah, who cares?" he replied dismissively with a wave of his hand.

	"WHAT?  A week ago you were ready to kill me for not paying the
rent!"

	"A week ago I didn't know how good you were at giving head.
Believe me, I'm not gonna kick you out on the street.  Relax, everything
will work out.  Come on, I need to pick up a refill at the pharmacy - ride
with me."

	Despite Jason's assurances that he'd have a roof over his head,
Ryan knew this meant an extension of his services.  Though he'd grown
accustomed to sleeping in the same bed with Jason, he'd been looking
forward to getting his own room back.  That was unlikely to happen unless
he could pay the rent.

	At the pharmacy, Ryan sat in the car while Jason went inside,
presumably to pick up his Ritalin.  He returned with two large bags.

	"What else did you pick up?" Ryan asked.

	"Several bottles of lube and a bunch of enemas...you should've seen
the face on the cashier as he rang it up," he answered with a laugh.  He
noticed Ryan wasn't laughing and looked over to see the dismayed expression
on his face.  "Relax, dude -- I could have made you go in and pay for `em."

	By the time they got home, it was late afternoon and Jason was
ready to get started.  Assuming his brainy roommate was bright enough to
figure out how to use an enema, he gave him both the privacy and the time
to get through this new experience.  Once finished, Ryan stored the extra
bottles under the sink in the bathroom and joined his roommate on the bed.

	"Are you nervous?" Jason asked.

	"Of course I'm nervous -- how in the hell could you possibly think
I WOULDN'T be nervous?" he answered a bit more defiantly than he'd
intended.  Jason smiled and took no offense at his roommate's belligerence,
knowing he was tense and in a fragile state of mind.

	As had become routine, the encounter started with a blowjob.
Ryan's body responded predictably and soon his cock was at attention and
leaking freely despite the knowledge they would be going further tonight.
Once both guys were primed and ready, Jason asked Ryan to change positions.

	"Move up here and straddle my chest -- facing my dick."

	Ryan consented without argument, placing his knees on either side
of his roommate's broad chest, his ass perilously close to Jason's face.

	"Go back to sucking and don't stop no matter what.  OK?"

	"Don't hurt me," Ryan whined, truly worried about how this would
feel.

	"I won't...you just need to trust me."

	Ryan bent forward at the waist and eased his roommate's thick cock
between his lips.  This position was difficult to maintain unless he rested
his forearms on the bed as well, forcing his ass even higher in the air,
reminding him of the stance a cat adopts when she's in heat, trying to
attract a mate.

	Jason used both hands to tenderly massage Ryan's ass cheeks,
opening and closing them repeatedly, exposing the tight, squeaky clean
hole.  He took his time with this massage, knowing full well how uptight
Ryan was.  Between losing his job and the knowledge that he was about to be
fingered, he was distracted and more stressed than Jason had ever seen.

	Eventually, Jason became more brazen in massaging his roommate's
ass, his thumbs working ever closer to the actual target.  He was tight,
this much Jason could see.  It would take at least two weeks of practice
before he'd be able to fuck him without tearing him in half.  "Patience,"
he thought to himself.  "Just be patient...you want him to enjoy it too."

	Jason opened a bottle of lube and poured a few drops over the
tense, virgin pussy.  Without making any attempt to push forward or breach
him in any way, he delicately began a slow, sensual massage around the
outer ring.  Ryan instantly tightened his hole -- he couldn't help it -- it
was simply a reflex action.  Undeterred, Jason continued the low-pressure
massage, coating the entire opening with the slippery lube.  The muscle
eventually relaxed under Jason's skillful manipulation and with it, Ryan
seemed to calm down as well.

	"How's it feel, Ryan?"

	"Weird..."

	"Bad?"

	"No...Not bad, actually -- just weird."

	"You'll get used to it.  We'll do this a lot over the next few
weeks."

	"Jason?" he asked.  His voice sounded like he was panting.

	"Yeah, baby?"

	"We need to stop -- oh god, we need to stop now!"

	Ryan inhaled fiercely and Jason slowed the pace of his massage, his
index finger poised directly over the slippery, clenched hole.

	"Why?  Did I hurt you?"

	"No -- no, that's not it," he ineptly tried to explain as he
started to shake, his entire body quivering curiously.

	"Then why do we need to stop?"

	As embarrassed as he was, Ryan decided to just tell the truth.

	"I might cum soon..."

	Jason smiled wickedly.

	"That's OK, baby -- completely normal.  In fact, anytime I'm
fingering your ass, you feel free to cum whenever you want, as many times
as you want -- but only when I'm inside you, OK?"

	"So...I can cum now?" he asked.  It was clear he was ready to blow.

	"Have I put anything inside you yet?"

	"No..."

	"Then wait `til my finger slips in.  As soon as you feel it, you
can cum -- but not until then.  You understand?"

	"Yeah," he muttered in frustration before swallowing Jason's cock.

	Fascinated by Ryan's hole, Jason kept him teetering hopelessly on
the edge for another ten minutes.  The blowjob he was receiving became more
enthusiastic as the young bottom's need increased.  Ultimately, Ryan became
so overheated the contractions in his groin were being reflected in his
hole as well, ever so faintly pulsing along with his painfully engorged
cock.

	Slowly, the tip of Jason's index finger probed the opening,
stubbornly refusing to breach it yet, causing Ryan's arousal level to
skyrocket.

	"Want me to stop?" Jason teased.  "I don't wanna push you too fast,
baby."

	"No -- please.  Keep going..."

	Jason added a few more drops of lube to make the penetration as
smooth as possible.  He then repositioned the finger over the quivering
opening and pushed slightly -- not enough to slip inside but with more
pressure than before.  Ryan moaned despite the humiliation of submitting to
his roommate in such a lewd display of sexual heat and began to look
forward to coming violation.  Almost as if reading his mind, Jason allowed
his finger to slip past the ring of tight muscle.  He went slowly but
consistently, without stopping, until the finger was buried to the second
joint.

	Ryan's prick exploded hands free as his hole gave way, coating both
of them with sticky, white semen.  He lifted his head to express his
disbelief that Jason had just fingered the cum out of him.

	"OH FUCCKKK!!!" he screamed as another blast jetted from his
untouched cock.  Jason was more than satisfied by this reaction.

	"Yeah, it feels good, don't it?" Jason whispered seductively.

	"Oh god -- I'm still cumming -- FUCK!  That feels so good!"

	"Relax and enjoy it, Ryan.  Let's get all that nasty cum out..."

	Since Ryan had risen slightly during his orgasm, several thick
lines of cum landed on or near Jason's cock.  As the spasms subsided, he
lowered himself again, lapping up his slimy juice before going back down on
the massive, uncut pole in his face.  Jason inadvertently sank a bit deeper
when he felt the warm mouth wrap around his penis.  He'd planned to
withdraw his finger once he'd forced his roommate to shoot, assuming Ryan
would want to stop.  But when he gave no such indication, Jason just kept
going.  He was approaching his own orgasm when Ryan lifted his head to ask
a question.

	"Jason?" he asked while panting heavily.

	"Yeah, baby?" Jason whispered.

	"You said I could cum as much as wanted, right?"

	"That's right."

	"Just checking..."

	Less than a minute later, Ryan was shooting again.  It wasn't
nearly as intense as the first, and he didn't stop sucking this time, but
Jason could feel his ass ring contracting repeatedly around his finger as
the cum splashed down on his abdomen.  He imagined how good those reflexive
pulses were going to feel around his cock when he fucked the spooge out of
him.

	"Ryan, I can stop now if you want.  It's the first time you've had
anything up there and I don't wanna hurt you.  You want me to stop?"

	"No -- keep going..." he whimpered.

	Jason was startled by the timbre of Ryan's voice - it sounded like
he was crying.  Listening more intently, he did hear gentle sobbing noises
coming from his roommate.

	"Are you OK?" he asked, genuinely concerned about him.

	"GODDDD!  Why does this feel so good?"

	Jason gently removed his finger before pulling Ryan back to lie
beside him.  While his body might be enjoying this new activity, his
emotions weren't adapting as quickly and he'd had all he could take for one
night.  Now that Ryan was no longer obscuring his view, Jason looked at his
stomach, amazed at the amount of cum he'd managed to work out of him.
Though he'd already shot two loads, Ryan was still trembling in ecstasy,
looking very much like he was high.  Pulling him closer still, Jason held
him tightly, face to face, the first time they'd ever laid in this
position.

	"Shhhh...Calm down, Ryan...you're shaking -- it's OK."

	"It made me cum, Jason -- twice," he stammered between sobs.

	"I know, baby...I know.  But that's normal -- don't feel bad.  In a
couple of weeks, you'll be ready for me to fuck you."

	Ryan whimpered for a few more minutes before speaking.

	"We could try it now..."

	Jason couldn't believe what he heard.  The guy had just cum twice
and was asking, in as subtle a way as his mind would allow, for Jason to
pop his cherry.

	"That's ambitious, little buddy -- and also kinda stupid.  You know
how big my cock is -- there's no way it'll fit yet.  But I'm glad you
enjoyed yourself.  Now roll over and get some sleep."

	Ryan was quiet for a few minutes and Jason thought he'd drifted
off.  He barely heard it when the young man spoke.

	"We're gonna do this again tomorrow?"

	"Every day..." he whispered in his most comforting voice.

	The simple, scarcely audible words "thank you" were last Jason
heard before they fell asleep.

ANDREW THE SITTER -- FRIDAY, MAY 15th 2009

	Classes resumed Monday as did the evening stretching sessions.  Now
jobless, Ryan found quite a bit more time to practice as well as service
his roommate.  He was astonished at how much he enjoyed Jason's finger
inside him.  Though it was a difficult psychological barrier to overcome,
his shame quickly fell as he surrendered to the exquisite sensations it
brought.

	By mid-week, Ryan wanted to accelerate the pace of training,
looking forward to Jason finally mounting him -- "taking his cherry" as he
called it.  Jason was steadfast in demanding patience, however, using only
a single finger each night, and after slipping it inside, moving no more
than necessary to keep Ryan craving more.  His horny bottom would squirm
and moan on the finger, begging for deeper penetration or extra thrusting
before cumming, sometimes multiple times per session, always spontaneously,
without touching his cock.

	On Thursday, Jason's mother called to ask if he could come home
over the weekend.  Though he didn't want to, she insisted and they reached
a compromise.  He'd drive down the next day after class and spend the night
before returning to Durham Saturday afternoon.  Not wanting to leave Ryan
alone, he asked Andrew to spend the night Friday evening, leaving specific
instructions as to what he was expected to do during his absence.

	Ryan came home after his last class and immediately stripped, the
apartment seeming eerily large and lonely without Jason.  He sat at the
desk, opened his books, and finished his homework while waiting for Andrew.
Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed an envelope with his name on it,
the handwriting clearly Jason's.  Opening it, he read the following...

	"Be good and do whatever Andrew tells you - he understands what I
want you to do tonight.  There's only one thing I'm worried about -- DO NOT
LET HIM FUCK YOU!  I want to be the one to open you up and as horny as you
get, I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself.  Keep in mind, you
belong to me.  Be a good boy and don't do anything stupid.  I'll see you
Saturday..."

	Ryan's cock was pulsing by the time he finished reading -- just as
the doorbell rang.  Andrew entered the apartment, tossed his book bag on
the floor, and took a long look at Ryan, grinning wide at the excited boy.

	"Hey, bitch -- you ready to play?"

	"Yeah," responded Ryan awkwardly, somewhat ashamed to be standing
like this in front of Andrew and nervous as to what was planned for this
evening.

	"Well, let's get to it then.  Grab my book bag, would ya?"

	Ryan lifted the bag and followed Andrew to the bedroom.  He went
directly for Jason's case of DVDs, flipping through the pages casually as
he spoke.

	"Jason said something about you needing to get `cleaned up' before
we start -- he said you'd understand what that means."

	"Yeah, I know what he means."

	"Well, go on then.  We got the whole evening together and I wanna
watch some of your boyfriend's movies.  I'll just pick out a few while you
take care of business."

	Ryan slipped into the bathroom and shut the door, the word
"boyfriend" sticking in his mind uncomfortably.  The more he thought about
it, the more annoyed he became.  Yes, he and Jason had a sexual
relationship, but they were hardly lovers -- and for some reason, that
seemed an important distinction for him.  He was still thinking about it
when he emerged from the bathroom, fresh and clean.

	"Jason's not my boyfriend," he bluntly stated.

	"Whatever..." came the flippant response.  Fully dismissing Ryan's
protest, Andrew continued to browse through the collection of DVDs, a small
stack of them already selected and placed on the nightstand.

	"I'm serious -- he's not!" Ryan repeated.

	Looking annoyed, Andrew rolled his eyes, sighing loudly as he did.

	"Dude, you're all he fucking talks about anymore!  He's never been
this into anybody."

	"He thinks of me as property -- nothing more than that."

	"How goddamn naïve can you be, Ryan?  I've known him since high
school -- I know how his mind works, better than you, better than anybody.
Just accept it, dude, and move on."

	"I don't believe you," Ryan said coldly, utterly defiant.  He was
running the risk of angering Andrew but couldn't let this go.  "Jason does
NOT have those feelings and I certainly don't."

	"I'm getting tired of this conversation, Ryan -- drop it."

	"I -- DON'T -- LOVE -- HIM," he objected one time too many.  Andrew
slammed shut the case of DVDs, his eyes wild with anger.  Ryan prepared for
retribution -- it didn't come.  Instead, Andrew took a deep breath and
forced a smile.

	"Fine...you don't love him.  But you have promised your pussy to
him.  Now tell me this, which is worse -- a gay man genuinely in love with
his roommate or some confused straight guy stretching his cunt every
night?"

	The words stung more harshly than any of the physical consequences
Ryan had expected.  He stood wordlessly as the truth of them set in.
Andrew nodded his head when he realized he'd struck a nerve.

	"That's right, bitch.  If you really don't care about him then what
you're doing is worse -- MUCH worse."  He paused for dramatic effect.
"Besides, Jason feels the same way about you."

	"Jason's not gay," Ryan muttered.

	"Oh who knows what he is?" Andrew quickly answered in frustration,
his words as rapid and staccato as machinegun fire.  "...And who cares?  He
just does whatever the hell he wants and I admire that.  But something's
happening, dude.  Like I said, he talks about you all the time and the WAY
he talks about you is changing.  The first couple of days, he was so full
of himself we thought he might actually hurt you.  When he told us about
the spanking, Matt almost called the police to leave an anonymous tip.  But
over the past few days, when he talks about you it's different.  Maybe he
loves you, maybe he don't -- it's really none of my business, but
something's going on..."

	"Really?" asked Ryan, unable to accept what he was hearing.

	"Yes!" Andrew said emphatically.  "Let me ask you something -- at
night, when you guys go to sleep, does he just roll over and start snoring
or does he hold you?"

	"He holds me..."

	"He doesn't do that, you fool - Jason doesn't hold people!  He
dated this girl I knew for almost a year -- she told me.  Once he cums, he
rolls over and ignores you the rest of the night."

	"I just thought he did that to feel in control..."

	"Maybe it started out that way.  Have you noticed any changes in
his attitude toward you?"

	"He's been really nice to me this week -- demanding, but nice."

	"Would you go so far as to say he's been kind?"

	"Compared to the first week, yeah..."

	"Does that sound like the Jason?"

	"No...No, it doesn't."

	"Draw your own conclusions, man.  And by the way, this conversation
NEVER happened.  I'd rather not spend tomorrow night in the emergency room
having a splint put on my nose.  Got it?"

	"Yeah, I won't mention it.  I'm not sure I'd wanna talk about it
anyway."

	"Good, now if you don't mind, I'd appreciate a foot massage while I
finish going through these videos -- come on, chop-chop..."

	Ryan moved to the end of the bed and took Andrew's large feet in
his hands, continuing to think about what had been said.  He tried to place
those thoughts aside, but found it like putting toothpaste back in the
tube.  In time, the feeling of Andrew's feet, coupled with the persistent
and distinctive smell filling his nostrils, allowed him to focus on his
duties more than the troubling ideas brought to light.  He decided to
devote all his energy to pleasing Andrew, hoping to force the uncomfortable
feelings from his mind.

	"Jason likes it when I lick his feet.  Do you want me to do that?"

	"If you want `em, dude, go for it," he answered without giving any
real thought to his response.

	Ryan moved to the floor to be closer to Andrew's feet.  He opened
his mouth and slipped a big toe inside, sucking it gently before running
his tongue between it and its neighbor.  Andrew was absolutely oblivious to
this service, slipping another video from the sleeve and placing it aside.
Ten minutes later, he zipped the case closed and handed his selections to
Ryan.

	"Put one of those in the player and pull off my pants."

	After inserting the first disc, Ryan removed his jeans and
underwear while Andrew stretched, removing his t-shirt himself.

	"Go ahead and make me cum.  Then we'll do the exercises Jason left
for you.  By the time you're ready for a break, maybe I'll be set to shoot
again."

	Andrew's cock was less familiar than Jason's but he accepted the
command without complaint and hastily took the shaft into his mouth.  Much
like last Saturday night, Andrew was extremely passive during the blowjob,
focused instead on the movie he was watching, mentally placing himself in
the position of the guys on screen who were also being blown.  Ryan was
beginning to wonder how long it would take to get him off when he felt the
cock contract and begin spurting down his throat.  Andrew was quiet this
time, limiting himself to moaning and writhing on the sheets, forgoing the
foul language he'd used last weekend.  Once spent, he allowed his cock to
soften somewhat inside Ryan's mouth as he caught his breath.

	"Go get me a beer, dude -- I'm parched.  You wore me out!"

	After Ryan returned with the cold bottle, Andrew asked for his book
bag and the boy passed the heavy pack to him.  He unzipped it, extracting a
black plastic bag which he placed aside.  He then opened an inner pocket
and retrieved a clear plastic bag filled with weed.

	"Wanna smoke some before we get started?" he asked.

	"Sure!" Ryan answered enthusiastically.  Like most of his friends,
Ryan rarely passed up an opportunity to get high.  It was particularly
potent stuff and half an hour later and both guys were clearly baked.

	"What's in the black bag?" Ryan asked.

	"Jason gave me that -- it's some toy you're supposed to use
tonight.  Take a look if you want," he explained, handing the bag to Ryan.

	Ryan opened it cautiously and pulled out a long, slender anal
probe.  It wasn't any thicker than Jason's finger but its obscene
appearance gave him chills.  A thin, white cord ran from the base to a
control mechanism of sorts.

	"What's this for?"

	"It vibrates, dude -- haven't you ever seen one before?"

	"No."

	"There should be some batteries in the bag too.  Load it up and
we'll take it for a spin."

	He found a pack of AA batteries in the bag and soon had them in
place.  After closing the latch, he turned the dial and the thin vibrator
sprang to life in his hand, actually startling him as he held it.  Andrew
laughed in amusement when he saw Ryan jump.

	"D-U-D-E," he said ultra-slowly as was his tendency when high.
"Your pussy's gonna go ape-shit for that thing.  Go ahead and put it in."

	Ryan turned the device off and opened the nightstand drawer to
retrieve some lube.  After slathering it up well to cut down on discomfort,
he reclined on the bed and lifted his legs, all in full view of Andrew.

	"Oh, man -- this is so fucking hot," chuckled Andrew as he shifted
positions to better watch the insertion.

	Ryan placed the tip of the wand at his hole and pushed.  Jason
usually massaged his anus prior to pushing a finger inside, relaxing the
hole for penetration.  Since this had not happened tonight, the initial
breach was less pleasant, though hardly painful.  It felt unnatural at
first, since the wand was much colder than a finger.  Despite this, Ryan's
cock was soon leaking profusely onto his abdomen.  Andrew waited patiently
for something to happen but Ryan was taking things slow -- too slow.  He
soon became impatient.

	"You need to push it in and out, dude...really work your hole."

	It took some time but eventually Ryan was able to work most of the
slender shaft inside, marveling at how different it felt to be filled more
completely.  As he relaxed further, movement became easier to manage and he
pulled the device back several inches before easing it back in.  Finally,
he felt the base of the wand reach the entrance to his ass.  It was
completely inside -- he'd taken it all.  Arching his back and enjoying the
sensation, he moaned loudly.

	"Now we're talking, bitch.  Fuck yourself with it!"

	Ryan complied and was soon pounding the wand up and down, forcing
the column of latex in and out of his accommodating hole.  His muscles
relaxed and the last vestiges of discomfort evaporated quickly, leaving him
with only the pleasure provided by the new toy.  Andrew reached for the
control switch and turned the dial.  Ryan squealed in both surprise and
satisfaction while Andrew laughed wildly.  He turned the dial to max simply
to watch Ryan writhe on the bed, pushed closer and closer to orgasm.

	In addition to the sound of the toy, the guys suddenly noticed a
new source of vibrations coming from Andrew's book bag.

	"Shit!  My cell..."

	Fortunately, he adjusted the dial to low before answering.

	"Hello... (pause) ...hey, Tommy -- what's up?"

	Ryan moaned loudly, causing Andrew to place his hand over the
mouthpiece.

      "Not so loud, bitch -- I'm on the phone," he demanded
unsympathetically while continuing his chat.

	"No -- I'm at Jason's.  He asked me watch Ryan while he went to see
his mom... (pause) ...really?  I thought he told you... (pause) ...sorry, I
can't.  I'll be here all night... (pause) ...no, you can't come over..."

	Andrew's voice faded as he took the cell and wandered down the
hall, out of earshot.  Ryan eased the thin dildo in and out several more
times and watched as a stream of precum exited his slit, pooling in his
navel.  His toes flexed, curling tightly as he experienced pleasure he
didn't know was possible.  The device was going to make him cum and he knew
it.  He fought to hold back and was making headway but as soon as he moved
the wand he was on the edge once more.  He heard footsteps from the hall
and Andrew re-entered the room.

	"Don't cum, dude," he said plainly.

	"What?  Jason lets me cum when he fingers me..."

	"I'm just following instructions, man -- don't blame me.  He said
you get no relief until he gets back."

	"FUCCKKKKK!!!!" Ryan screamed in frustration.  The loud,
animalistic cry truly surprised Andrew with its raw emotional need.

	"Damn!  You like it that much?" he asked.

	"Yes -- oh fuck -- it feels so good."

	"Well, turn it off for god's sake before you nut.  He'll kill us
both if I let you cum."

	Ryan scrambled for the control box while trying to hold back his
jizz.

	"You're supposed to use it for thirty minutes then rest for thirty.
How long has it been in?"

	"I don't know," Ryan sobbed.  "Maybe fifteen..."

	"OK, go fifteen more then take it out.  I'm gonna watch some TV in
the living room.  Come join me when you're done."

	"What happens after the thirty minute break?"

	"We repeat the cycle until bedtime.  You can blow me during the
breaks."

	Andrew walked through the doorway but then stuck his head back
inside.

	"And don't cum..."

	Four hours later, Ryan was out of his mind from the repeated cycles
of intense anal stimulation and servicing his "babysitter".  After Andrew's
second cum, he wasn't ready to go again for some time and simply watched
television, smoked pot, and drank as Ryan pumped his hole and fought off
the feelings of impending orgasm.  They ended up in the bedroom, Ryan flat
on his back, vibrator up his hole, while Andrew watched porn and fingered
his dick, which had finally returned to life for a third go.  He knew this
was the last one he had in him, at least for tonight, and wanted to make it
a good one.

	"Want me to fuck you?" he asked at the peak of an intense edge,
while Ryan was extremely vulnerable to suggestion.

	"Yeah, but I can't..." he honestly answered.  There was no shame in
his voice this time, only heat.

	"...Why not?"

	"Jason wants to be first."

	"We won't tell him, you fucking idiot!" Andrew laughed wickedly.
"You think I want him to know I stole his prize?  I'll be our little
secret."

	"We shouldn't..."

	"It'll hurt less if you let me be first.  I know how big his cock
is..."

	This came as a surprise to Ryan.

	"He told you about his dick?"

	"No, I've seen it.  We used to jerk off together in high school."

	The close, intimate friendship between Andrew and Jason suddenly
made a lot more sense given this new information -- apparently, he was the
friend Jason had referenced several weeks earlier.  He continued to
persuade Ryan to give up his cherry.

	"So I know it's gonna hurt when he fucks you -- you could practice
for six months, Ryan -- it won't make a difference."

	"I don't know, Andrew..."

	"Come on, take that thing out."

	Ryan withdrew the vibrator and felt empty.  While looking at
Andrew's firm cock, he instinctively reached for his ass and thrust a
finger inside, moaning loudly as he sank it in deep.

	"See...you need it, dude.  Let me break you in..."

	Andrew took matters into his own hands.  He positioned himself
between Ryan's upraised legs, spreading them further and pulling his
fingers away from his virgin pussy.  He placed the head of his cock in the
cleft and held it there, the angry head pushing against, but not entering,
the slippery channel.  He grabbed Ryan's ankles and doubled him up, ass in
the air, poised to fuck.

	"Ask me to fuck you, Ryan," he demanded.

	"Don't -- please, I promised..."

	"Ask me!  You wanna feel me inside you...I can see it in your
face."

	Andrew was right -- Ryan did want this, wanted it urgently.  All he
needed was to consent and Andrew would snap his hips forward, taking his
virginity.  Still, he just couldn't give that consent.  Looking up at
Andrew's tense face, he realized he wanted the face staring back at him to
be Jason's.  No one else would do -- no matter how badly he needed it.
From somewhere deep inside him, he mustered the courage, the willpower, and
indeed the strength to push against the man pinning him down, sending him
flying off the bed.

	"I SAID NO!!!!" he screamed.

	Andrew was startled by this unexpected reaction and scrambled to
his feet, a new respect in his eyes for Ryan's determination.

	"Chill, dude -- and lower your fucking voice.  You win...but you're
gonna pay for that later.  Go to bed -- I'll sleep on the sofa."

	He turned off the lights as Ryan covered himself with a sheet.
Andrew's voice could be heard muttering irately to himself as he walked
away...

	"Fuck!  `Not my boyfriend', my ass!  I wish I had a bitch that
devoted to me..."

	Ryan rolled onto his side in the empty bed, realizing a painful
fact, admitting it to himself for the first time -- he missed Jason.

POPPING HIS CHERRY -- FRIDAY, MAY 22nd 2009

	Jason returned the next day and called Andrew to ask about the
previous evening.  Conspicuously missing from the report was any reference
to his hard line attempt to pop Ryan's cherry.  Jason detected uneasiness
in his friend's voice and made a mental note to demand more details when he
saw Andrew in person.

	The sessions between Jason and Ryan resumed in earnest, including
the use of two fingers during the remainder of the weekend and throughout
the following week.  By Thursday evening, Ryan was begging to be fucked and
Jason concluded he was ready.  He denied his roommate any release that
night but promised tomorrow would be the big day.  Ryan was finally going
to get fucked.

	Now that the loss of his virginity was imminent, Ryan grew
apprehensive, barely hearing a word from his professors as he wandered like
a zombie from class to class.  His cock was hard more often than not that
day, continuously oozing into his jeans and leaving a wide, dark spot he
only remembered to hide half the time.  When he at last arrived at the
apartment, he found it empty.  Checking his voicemail, he listened to a
message from Jason explaining he'd be late, probably not getting home until
close to nine.  The message included an apology, but promised it would be
worth the wait as well as an admonition not to cum until he got home.  Ryan
hoped Jason had been in at least a semi-private location when he recorded
the message.

	Wandering to the bathroom, he stripped and took care of his hygiene
needs before making his way to the bed.  He searched for his toy but it
wasn't in the nightstand, its usual home.  Frustrated, he lubed two fingers
and inserted them, moaning as he felt the welcome penetration.  Ever
conscience of Jason's large size, he then experimented with three, wincing
at the brief, stinging pain.  Once it subsided, he removed the trio of
fingers and compared their combined girth to his roommate's cock - not even
close.  His anxiety grew exponentially and he hoped he was making the right
decision.  He needed a drink...

	After preparing a double bourbon and coke, he lit a joint and
smoked nearly half of it by himself as his stubborn, neglected cock pulsed
and bobbed relentlessly.  While he drank, he re-watched the videos from the
website, the clips seeming much hotter this time.  He envied the look of
unadulterated ecstasy on the faces of the bottoms as they were plowed and
bred repeatedly.  Casually fingering himself, he grew more aroused by the
minute.  At long last, he heard his roommate's voice.

	"Ryan?"

	Jason grinned as his roommate nearly tripped over his own feet, all
but running down the hall to greet him, his hard cock flopping as he moved.

	"Damn, dude -- are you drunk?" Jason asked.

	"A little," he admitted.  "I needed something for nerves."  Jason
nodded affirmatively - given what they were about to do, it made sense.  He
laughed heartily at what he heard next.

	"Jason, I need you to fuck me."  The desperation in Ryan's voice
was beyond amusing...it was also hot.

	"Now THAT is the way a man needs to be greeted when he gets home,"
Jason said emphatically.  "You're ready for it, aren't you, baby?"

	"Yeah -- let's go."

	Ryan brazenly grabbed Jason's hand and tried to drag him down the
hall.

	"Whoa, whoa, whoa -- little man!  We do this my way, OK?"

	Ryan took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, less nervous already
simply from his roommate's presence.

	"OK, what do you wanna do?"

	To Ryan at that moment, Jason appeared to be the hottest man ever
put on this earth.  Dressed casually in a t-shirt, jeans, and worn
sneakers, his eyes sparkled, framed from above by his jet-black hair and
from below by his roguish grin.  His wide shoulders and broad chest tapered
to his narrow waist and Ryan refused to look lower for fear he might cum
this very instant.  He knew this was the same guy who only three weeks ago
humiliated him in front of their friends but he didn't care.  He just
wanted this man on top of him -- and soon.  He barely heard Jason answer
his question.

	"I bought you a little something to commemorate this special night.
I hid it in the utility closet.  Go get it..."

	Ryan opened the door to the cramped, dirty, rarely-entered space
and lifted a package from the floor.  It was plainly wrapped in simple
paper but had his name written on the top.  He took the package back to
where Jason stood.

	"Go on -- open it..." he encouraged.

	Speechless, Ryan tore off the paper and examined the box he held in
his hands.  Though thankful for the gift, with everything else on his mind,
he didn't quite understand its purpose.

	"Thank you, Jason.  But why did you think I needed a video camera?"
	Before the words even left his mouth, he realized what an
incredibly stupid question that was -- the purpose of the camera was clear.

	"It's for tonight, silly!  Most people lose their virginity in some
clumsy encounter they'd just as soon forget.  But your first time is gonna
be special, it's gonna be with me.  I'm sure you'll want to go back and
watch it."

	"Jason, I'm not sure that's such a good..."

	"Shhhh, trust me.  We ARE gonna record it, understand?  I won't
debate this with you.  Tomorrow morning, if you don't wanna keep it, just
erase the hard drive.  But I won't let you deny yourself this just because
you're nervous or embarrassed.  And by the way, the camera is yours to
keep.  If you decide at the end of the month you wanna just be my roommate,
you can use it when you're jerking off and put the footage in your journal.
Now go set it up somewhere near the foot of the bed.  I'll wait out here
for you to finish."

	Ryan wasn't sure he wanted a record of what he was about to do but
he trusted Jason and the last thing he wanted was make him angry -- not
tonight, not with so much at stake.  He started down the hallway with the
camera.

	"Oh, and Ryan..." Jason called out.

	"Yeah?" he answered, stopping abruptly and turning to face him.

	"You should probably wash your hands before you set it up.  You've
got precum all over them..."

	Ryan ignored the camera's detailed instruction manual -- it was
just too long to read right now.  Instead, he used the quick start guide
and set up the camera on the desk.  He realized the angle was awkward in
this location so he moved it beside the television.  Checking the LCD
panel, he verified the entire bed was in the frame.  As he worked, he
thought about something Jason had said.  Was he going to give Ryan the
choice to end this and return to being roommates?  If so, what was he going
to do?  He wasn't sure he could go back to that now -- too much had
happened, too much had changed.  If he enjoyed tonight as much as he
thought he would, there was no way he could return to jerking off alone in
his bedroom.  Once everything was ready, he returned to Jason who was
sitting casually on the sofa smoking a cigarette.

	"The camera's set up.  What now?" he asked.

	"Well, for starters you can make me a drink.  I need to sit and
relax a few more minutes before I do anything."

	Ryan sprinted to the kitchen to prepare Jason's drink and quickly
returned it to him.  He then sat nearby, not entirely sure what to do.
Jason snapped his fingers and pointed to the floor.

	"...My feet, Ryan -- get busy.  I didn't wear socks today and those
sneakers have been on for over twelve hours.  They're extra hot and stinky
for you."

	Jason wasn't kidding.  As Ryan slipped the sneakers from his feet,
the toes wriggled in his face and the smell was potent.  Most rational
people would have found it unpleasant, but he wasn't thinking rationally
anymore.  To him, the smell of his hot roommate was more intoxicating than
anything he could imagine.  He greedily sucked each toe in turn, using his
tongue to lap between them, slurping up every drop of sweat and the tiniest
specks of debris.  Knowing they had the entire night, Jason was in no hurry
to move things along.  Instead, he relished the sight of his horny boy
slurping on his massive feet while he casually sipped his drink and took
hits from the bong.  Finally, he wrestled his foot from Ryan's mouth,
playfully slapping him across the face with it.

	"Go get your toy, boy."

	Ryan took off down the hall, stopping mid-way when he remembered
not being able to find it earlier.

	"I don't know where it is," he explained as Jason smiled knowingly.

	"Oh?  Were you looking for it?" he asked.

	"Yeah, before you got home."

	"I see -- couldn't wait, could you?"

	"No, do you know where it is?"

	"Bottom dresser drawer, pushed all the way back under some jeans.
Go on now.  Get it."

	Jason was enjoying the hell out of this.  He'd never felt this
completely in control of a situation -- and it was nice.  Ryan would now do
anything to please him.  When he returned with the wand, Jason instructed
him to lie across his lap, ass turned up.  He spent five minutes simply
massaging the pale globes of flesh as Ryan ground his hips into his
roommate's jeans.  Jason smacked him hard on one of the upturned cheeks.

	"Stop trying to cum, bitch!  You're gonna wait until I take your
cherry!"

	Ryan stopped, fearful of another slap, and waited for Jason's next
move.  He ran a finger over Ryan's twat and noticed he was already lubed.
"Nice..." he thought as he picked up the slender dildo, easing it inside
with a single, slow, fluid movement and extracting a loud moan from his
docile new boy.  He propped his feet up on the table with Ryan lying across
his lap and turned on the TV, flipping channels, seemingly indifferent to
his roommate's escalating need.

	Once he'd settled on a rerun of "Ultimate Fighter" on Spike, he
turned the control box dial to low and let Ryan simmer until the first
commercial break, at which time the vibrations were increased a notch.  He
couldn't suppress a laugh when Ryan started to squirm again.  Another
stinging slap across the ass put a stop to that.  After this smack, Jason
noticed his jeans felt wet.  He whacked Ryan's ass again, significantly
harder this time - certain he'd just lost his load.

	"Did you just cum?" he demanded angrily.

	"No," Ryan answered frantically.  "It's just precum..."

	Jason rolled him forward to look for himself.  The fluid was
obviously not semen.  Before meeting Ryan, he didn't know a guy could
produce this much juice.  Returning his boy to his former position, he
turned the dial again, causing him to quiver from the sinful vibrations.
Despite the way it appeared, Jason wasn't being cruel.  He fully intended
to give Ryan the most incredible orgasm of his life, but wanted it to
happen at precisely the right time -- at the moment of his penetration, the
ultimate submission.

	By the end of the show, the dial was set to maximum and Ryan was
frantic to feel his domineering roommate mount him, to take his cherry.
Jason extracted the wand and ordered him to the bedroom.  Once there, he
checked the camera to verify it was set up correctly.  Satisfied, he
pressed record and started issuing orders.

	"Lie on your back and put your legs in the air.  Pull your ass
apart and show me your pussy while I get undressed."

	Under normal circumstances, such a display of lewd behavior
would've been humiliating for Ryan, but he was beyond caring even as the
camera captured his virgin rosebud prepped for fucking.  Jason took his
time removing his clothes, leering knowingly as he stripped.  He wasn't
wearing underwear today so as his jeans fell from his muscular thighs, his
hard cock snapped up and swelled to its final, impressive length and girth,
the foreskin still clinging stubbornly to the moist head.  When Ryan saw
it, he began making an odd new noise, one Jason had never heard before -- a
kind of high pitched, whiny, panting noise.  His cunt was opening and
closing rhythmically with each tiny, boyish grunt.

	"Don't cum," Jason sternly admonished him.  "If you do, I'll make
you wait another week."

	"NOOO!!!"

	"Then calm down and wait for me..."

	Jason watched Ryan try to control himself.  The poor guy was so
turned on he'd almost shot just from watching him strip.  If Jason didn't
move fast the boy would never make it.  He liberally coated his cock with
lube and climbed between Ryan's upturned legs, positioning his prick near
the muscular ring before allowing his upper body to fall forward, pinning
Ryan underneath his weight.  Their faces were only inches apart.

	Jason rubbed his cock along the trench, using the motion for both
stimulation and to distribute the lube.  Though he knew Ryan wanted it,
that much was clear, he could still see the fear in his eyes and was aware
this would be difficult -- it was going to hurt no matter what he did.
Drawing back his hips, he let the head of his dick find the target, holding
it there for a moment, flexing as he prepared to savor the precise instant
of penetration.

	"Look at me," he whispered compassionately.  "For the next few
minutes, keep your eyes on me.  Don't shut them -- I'm gonna help you
through this, OK?  Nod your head if you understand me..."

	Ryan looked up into those dark eyes and something inside him
melted.  His asshole began to spasm around the cock lodged there.  He
nodded.

	"Take a deep breath and push out with your ass -- relax and trust
me."

	Jason saw his roommate inhale and felt the relaxation in his cunt.
The time had finally come -- he pushed, forcing the hole to accept him,
forcing the young man to give up the most intimate part of himself.  In
doing so, he also forced Ryan to cum.  He paused long enough to allow him
to enjoy the first few contractions of his orgasm but then used the
distraction to slowly sink the rest of the way in.  The strategy worked for
the most part and he took more than seven inches before the awesome
fullness overcame him and he tensed up.  Jason paused, lowering his face to
Ryan's.  The young man's expression was a contorted mixture of absolute
bliss and tremendous pain but his eyes were still open and fixed on
Jason's.  Moving closer still, even as Ryan completed his cum, Jason
allowed his lips to meet those of his roommate -- and he kissed him.
Ryan's twat suddenly relaxed and opened further still, allowing Jason to
sink all the way to the base.  He held the kiss while waiting for the pain
to subside.  Once the worst had passed, he allowed his lips to slip from
Ryan's.

	"I'm in, buddy," he whispered.  "You're not a virgin anymore..."

	"I guess not..." Ryan responded through his panting, forcing a
smile.

	"How're you doing?  How does it feel?"

	"It hurts," Ryan managed to say, a painful grimace etched on his
face.

	"I know, baby...I know.  You're getting your pussy opened up.  I
can pull out if it's too much.  Do you want me to stop?"

	Ryan, still staring into Jason's eyes, nodded a vigorous "no".

	"I'm gonna lie still, just like this, until you unclench your twat.
Relax...focus on your breathing.  You know I'm not trying to hurt you,
right?"

	"Yeah...I know."

	"If I start moving while you're this tight it'll hurt like hell.
Calm down and trust me..."

	Jason held this position patiently for more than five minutes, all
the while coaching his roommate through the initial pain.  Eventually, he
felt the clenched muscles in Ryan's ring soften and he pushed out, causing
an incredible sensation for both of them.

	"That's it, baby -- keep it up.  You're almost ready for me to fuck
you."

	Ryan involuntarily began to make a subtle noise -- a cross between
a quiet whimper and a moan of pleasure.  He pushed outward again and felt
his opening relax, as if it were trying to draw in even more cock.  Jason
pulled back very slightly -- so imperceptibly that the loose tube of his
foreskin was able to accommodate the movement without causing any new
friction against Ryan's pussy.  Then he pushed back in.

	"Ahhhhhh," Ryan groaned, biting his lip and pushing against the
cock.

	Jason withdrew his cock several inches and slowly plunged the
massive girth back in.  Ryan welcomed this thrust by grinding up with his
cunt to meet it halfway.  At that moment, something broke inside his mind,
a wall fell, and he knew this was what he was put on this planet to
experience.  He was meant to be filled completely and as often as possible.
So exquisite was this epiphany he began to squirm as he lay pinned beneath
Jason, not out of pain but out of delight.  The last reflexive, autonomic
measures his body had been using to keep the invader out gave up the fight
and the ring of muscle surrounding Jason's cock relaxed completely.  He
still felt over-stuffed, that wasn't likely to change soon, but the sharp,
distracting pains associated with his rigidity disappeared, leaving him
with only the joy of being fucked.  His mouth fell open and his eyes took
on a wild, animal-like expression.  He was vocalizing continually now.
When Jason withdrew and thrust inside again, he knew he was ready for more.

	"Fuck me," he whispered passionately.

       Jason smiled wickedly.  It was done.

	"What was that, baby?" he tormented his writhing roommate.

	"Fuck me, Jason," he repeated breathlessly.

	Jason withdrew, leaving only the head inside.  He paused at the
high point before rutting back into the relaxed hole.  Though Ryan had just
cum, he felt another one building.  If they fucked much longer, he knew
he'd shoot again.  He reached for his cock but Jason gently removed his
hand from the slimy shaft.

	"Don't worry about your dick, Ryan.  You'll cum -- three or four
times probably before I'm finished - but not from jerking off.  Let me fuck
the cum outta you.  Let me do that for you.  Just focus on my cock in your
pussy."

	Ryan had never particularly enjoyed having his ass referred to as a
cunt, pussy, or twat, but he had to admit, given what he was currently
doing, the terms seemed appropriate.  He consented to ignore his own dick
and focus on his ass but this left him wondering what to do with his hands.
During the next few penetrations they grasped at the bed linens but then
moved to encircle Jason's torso.  He'd never embraced Jason's body like
this and it felt good.  He ran his hands up and down his back, feeling the
taut muscles anchored to the spine before exploring farther down,
descending to Jason's ass.  While allowing his cunt to be violated, he
latched onto his top's meaty cheeks and began to pull his roommate into
him, silently encouraging him to fuck faster.  His need to cum increased
another notch.  He stared up at Jason and whispered...

	"You're gonna make me cum again."

	"I know, baby -- let it happen..."

	"Jason?" he whimpered.

	"Yeah, is something wrong?"

	"Could you maybe -- uhmm, go a little faster?"  Despite his
pleasure, this experience was still new to him, and the request remained a
bit embarrassing.

	Jason increased the speed of his thrusts while watching closely for
signs of discomfort -- there were none.  Ryan's only reaction was to
increase the rate and volume of his vocalizations dramatically.  When Jason
fucked harder still, his boy began to cum.

	"FUCK -- I'm cumming, I'm cumming, keep going, please -- GOOODDDDDD
-- keep going -- FUCCCKKKKKK!!!!" he cried repeatedly as Jason smiled in
astonishment.  In his wildest dreams he'd never imagined Ryan would take to
being fucked with this much enthusiasm.  Jason feared the regular,
uncontrollable spasms of his anal ring caused by his orgasm would hurt,
stretched as it was, but Ryan seemed to be in no pain at all.  As his
second cum subsided, Jason lowered himself completely, allowing his entire
body to drape over his roommate's, creating a sticky sandwich with the
spilt semen between them.  His forehead rested on the pillows beside Ryan's
ear.

	"Ryan," he whispered.  "Tell me what it feels like."

	"Oh god...it's incredible.  I've never felt anything like this.  I
never thought I'd enjoy it -- but this -- shit, this...is...FUCK!!!" he
muttered incoherently as Jason continued to gently rock back and forth
inside him.

	"I'm proud of you, baby -- do you know why?"

	"No...Why?"

	"Andrew told me what happened last week."  Ryan moaned anxiously,
not knowing where this was going.  "I knew he'd try something.  He denied
it at first but I dragged it out of him.  He told me how he tried to fuck
you, how he almost thought you'd let him -- but then you fucking kicked him
off the bed.  I laugh every time I think about it."

	Ryan winced at the memory.

	"He's really pissed, isn't he?" asked Ryan as Jason sank deep,
grinding his hips into his roommate, opening him from a somewhat different
angle, flexing the thick cock inside.

	"Yeah, he's pissed -- but that's not my point.  I know how bad you
wanted this -- a hard cock inside you.  Why didn't you let him fuck you?"

	"You told me not to...you even left a note."

	"I don't think that's the reason, baby," he said as he began to
lick the outside of Ryan's ear, his hot breath entering the canal.  "You've
disobeyed me before when you get horny enough -- and you could've gotten
away with it.  I'd have never even known.  But you didn't -- why?"

	"You wanted to be the first..."

	"True...but it's still not the reason.  Think about and be honest
-- tell me -- why didn't you let Andrew take your cherry last week?"

	It was odd given Ryan's complete physical submission that speaking
these words would still be so difficult.  He felt Jason raise his hips,
withdrawing his cock until even the head slipped out.  He moaned at the
vacant feeling its absence left.  The cockhead prodded the open hole and
prepared for another thrust.  As he was filled again, the truth spilled out
of his mouth.

	"I -- I wanted you to be the first...oh, fuck Jason -- I wanted it
to be you.  I wanted you to be the first one inside me..."

       Ryan's cock throbbed untouched from his confession.  He wondered how
many times he was going to cum tonight while pinned beneath his roommate.

	"Oh, baby - see how much better you feel when you tell the truth?"

	"Jason?"

	"...Yeah?"

	"Are you gonna cum in me?"

	"Do you want me to cum in you?"  Jason lifted his head so he could
watch Ryan's face as he answered.

	"I do -- I wanna know what it feels like."

	That was good enough for Jason.  Now that he felt it unlikely he'd
inadvertently hurt Ryan, he began to fuck more quickly and with far greater
passion than before.  This time the orgasm he was trying to cause was his
own.

	"If you want me to cum in your pussy, you gotta tell me how bad you
need it...and don't stop until I give it to you."

	Ryan's mouth began to expel a frenzy of lewd, foul language --
constantly goading his roommate into blowing inside his hole.  The longer
Jason fucked him, the nastier the commentary became and by the time Jason
was close, Ryan felt like a complete degenerate, worse than any porn slut
he'd ever seen.  Jason was so thankful he'd bought a video camera.

	"Cum in my pussy, Jason," he whispered shamefully.  "Fuck my cunt
and blow your thick, nasty load inside me..."

	Jason went into overdrive upon hearing Ryan refer to himself that
way and watched his eyes open wide as he was pummeled hard, his prostate
banged time after time, faster than he'd felt before.

	"I'm gonna shoot, bitch -- open that hole and take it."

	Jason began to sweat profusely, the drops flying not only onto Ryan
and the bed sheets, but also scattering onto the floor nearby.  Both guys
approached the edge simultaneously.  Jason took one of his large, strong
hands and grabbed his obedient boy's chin roughly, the index finger inching
inside his mouth, temporarily silencing him and forcing him to look up.

	"This is your pussy's first load, baby.  I want you looking at me
when I give it to you."

	The forceful nature of Jason's grip and the sheer power he
demonstrated while fucking was too much for the poor boy to take and he
began to spasm again, his third time tonight.  He was about to cum while
being bred.

	Jason's mouth opened and the loudest, most fervent, animalistic
howl Ryan had ever heard left his mouth as he continued to pound.  At the
height of the roar, Ryan felt the substantial tool inside him contracting
rhythmically, followed by a sudden wave of wetness that lubricated his
channel.  The ejected semen felt white hot as it filled the cramped space
quickly.  Ryan's asshole spasmed and he sensed that fluid was seeping out
of him.  Unexpectedly, a splash of cum hit Ryan in the eye and he realized
it was his own.  Jason couldn't help but be impressed and wondered how many
loads he could fuck out of him.

	Coming down from their mutual orgasmic highs, Jason collapsed
completely onto his roommate, leaving his cock buried deep, only
occasionally rutting it around, amply lubricated by his spent cocksnot.
Ryan spread his legs further as a result of the additional weight pressing
down on him and reached back to push Jason's ass forward.

	"More..." he whispered.

	"You've had enough for one night -- you'll be sore as it is."

	"I don't care..."

	Jason softly stroked his roommate's hair and found it soaked in
sweat.  He'd certainly not intended to feel this way about the young man
underneath him but after taking his virginity he couldn't help it -- he
felt protective, almost like a guardian.

	"Well, I care..." he answered.

	He gently rolled off his roommate, carefully extracting his cock.
Ryan felt the flood of pent up juice pour from his cunt and his mind went
back to the videos he'd seen earlier, understanding now why those bottoms
acted the way they did.  Both guys knew they needed to change the sheets
but they were exhausted and neither could be bothered with the effort.
Instead, Jason collapsed beside his roommate, still breathing heavily, and
wrapped his arm around Ryan's waist.

	"Goodnight, Jason," Ryan whispered as he became lost in the sweet
release of sleep.  He imagined, as he drifted deeper, hearing Jason's
comforting voice speaking to him.  Exhausted and already half asleep, he
couldn't make out the words, but the sound alone, uncommonly tender, was
enough to send him dreaming...

INTERLUDE - COMING TO TERMS -- SATURDAY, MAY 23rd 2009

	Ryan awoke unusually anxious and rose to start the coffee,
recalling the prior evening, pangs of guilt gnawing at him.  He was no
longer a virgin and his roommate had been the one to take it.  He couldn't
believe some of the things he'd said, the way he'd acted.  His agitation
was reaching critical mass when Jason wandered into the kitchen, still
completely nude, his hefty, uncut meat swinging between his legs.  Ryan
ignored his presence even as a strong arm encircled his waist and drew him
close, beard stubble grazing his neck.

	"Morning," Jason drawled slowly, using his most seductive voice.

	He was surprised when Ryan struggled, resisting his advances.

	"Hey, what's wrong?" Jason asked, taken aback by the sudden
opposition.

	"Nothing's wrong -- I made coffee.  Do you want some?" Ryan asked
curtly, trying to deflect and change the subject.  Jason shot him a look
indicating both annoyance and bewilderment over his strange behavior.

       "Sure.  I'll be in the living room.  When you bring it to me you'd
better have an explanation for what you just did."

	As Ryan prepared his roommate's coffee he tried to sort through his
feelings.  He had undoubtedly enjoyed getting fucked.  Still, in the light
of day, sober and no longer horny, he felt regret.  After delivering the
steaming cup to Jason, he sat, not on the sofa beside him, but in a nearby
chair.

	"So, what's up with you this morning?  Does your ass hurt?" Jason
asked with a playful, disarming smile.

	"No!" he spat venomously, causing Jason to scowl menacingly.

	"Watch your tone, Ryan!  I know you feel bad about what we did last
night, but I won't let you speak to me like that.  Get over it."

	Jason was being patient - such an outburst could have easily
resulting in a spanking, but it didn't.  Ryan realized he needed to be more
diplomatic if they were going to have this discussion.

       "I'm sorry, Jason.  It's just -- well, I never used to think about
guys like this.  And I certainly didn't think I'd ever let one fuck me.
But now..."

       His sentence fell apart, trailing off to nothingness when he decided
he'd rather not complete his train of thought.

	"But now it's all you think about," Jason finished for him.  "Am I
right?"

	"Yes," he admitted honestly.

	Jason chuckled as he enjoyed another sip of coffee.

	"Don't laugh -- this is serious."

	"Look, Ryan -- you enjoyed yourself and so did I.  Personally, I
don't see the problem.  I had sex with a man last night too.  Do you think
I should feel guilty?"

	"No..."

	"Then why should you?  You had a good time, didn't you?"

	"Yeah..." he admitted awkwardly.

	"Fuck yeah, you did!  You shot three times, dude!  And unless I'm
wrong, you'll wanna do it again.  You're getting hard just from talking
about it.  Admit it - you want me to fuck you again, right?"

	"Well, not right this minute," he answered with amusing sarcasm.

	Jason laughed at the humor -- and after a moment, so did Ryan, the
tension in the room gradually dissipating.

	"So what's the big fucking deal, dude?" Jason continued.  "You
should be thanking me for helping you figure it out.  Come sit with me,
Ryan.  I don't like you being so far away."

	Ryan rose bashfully, moving to the cushions beside Jason on the
sofa.

	"You know," Jason said once Ryan had settled.  "I tried really hard
to make your first time special."

	Ryan forced a smile as he looked up at his roommate.

	"I know you did..."

	"Once you get used to it, I can fuck you the way I want to.  You'll
like it, dude -- mean, hard, and raging."

	Jason couldn't stifle his laughter when Ryan's cock swelled to
attention, his foreskin peeling back as it reached its full size, pulsing
from his crotch.

	"You were almost too gentle last night.  After the first twenty
minutes I could've taken it rougher," Ryan commented -- not comprehending
the potential power in his roommate's hips.  Jason laughed derisively.

	"Dude, no -- no, you couldn't.  The only reason you're able to sit
this morning is because I went easy on you.  Maybe next weekend you'll be
ready for the guys."

	Ryan had forgotten about his promised gangbang.

	"Are we still gonna do that?"

	"I'll leave it up to you.  I doubt they'll be gentle.  If you're
looking for a hard fuck, I'm sure Andrew can give it to you.  He's still
mad at you, remember?"

	A pearl of gooey precum emerged from Ryan's cocktip.  Jason
noticed.

	"Oh, you like that idea, huh?  Just think about it -- your pussy
getting pounded all night by three drunken guys, filling you with cum.
Your ass will be dripping for days, baby."

	Ryan's body jerked involuntarily and a hushed moan escaped his lips
before he thought to stop it.  The sudden motion prompted an additional
bead of precum to escape his cock, the combined drops oozing down the
shaft.

	"Calm down, Ryan.  You look like you're gonna cum," Jason
admonished.

	"No, I'm OK -- I'm not that close, just excited.  I'm sorry."

	"Don't apologize.  I'm a little jealous.  You shot three times last
night.  Have you always been able to do that?"

	"No, that's new.  I think it's because I'm not touching it when I
cum."

	"Why would that make a difference?" Jason asked, genuinely curious.

	"It's kinda hard to explain -- imagine a switch in your brain
labeled `Orgasm Achieved -- Initiate Shutdown'.  When I cum without
touching my dick, for some reason the switch doesn't get flipped -- it's
like my mind doesn't get the message.  Instead of feeling like I'm
finished, my body keeps going like it never happened."

	"Damn, Ryan -- that's fucking hot!  And the power of knowing I can
fuck it outta you, that's even hotter.  I wonder how many times you'll cum
while the guys are pounding your twat."

	Ryan's body contracted again and he sucked in his breath, amazed
that nothing more than a casual conversation over a cup of coffee could get
him so on edge.  Jason tweaked one of his nipples.

	"Oh god -- don't do that -- I'll cum..." he moaned.  Jason placed
his nearly empty cup on the table.

	"You know, if you're actually gonna let the guys fuck you next
weekend, you should get in a little more practice."

	Ryan's eyes shot up, his mouth open.  There was a hopeful look on
his face.  Lowering his gaze, he noticed Jason was hard as well.

	"We'll need lube..." Ryan pointed out.

	"I've got an idea.  Here, straddle my lap," Jason commanded.

	Without a second thought, Ryan eagerly slung one leg over his
roommate's pelvis, pivoting as he did to face him.

	"Finger your hole until you cum.  Don't touch your dick -- I wanna
test your theory."

	Ryan inserted a finger into his tender asshole, using his other
hand to massage his outer ring.  It didn't take long -- he was ready to
explode in less than a minute.  He felt like an exhibitionist, squatting
lewdly over his roommate's lap, playing with his cunt until he drove
himself over the edge.  Sensing ejaculation was inevitable, Jason used a
single finger to angle Ryan's cock downward, aiming it at his own dick as
his boy obediently sprayed a massive morning load on the large, uncut
organ.

	While Ryan shuddered through his orgasm, Jason worked the spilt cum
into a frothy, white foam, coating his dick with the slippery semen.
Pulling Ryan closer, he positioned his cock at the entrance and popped the
head inside.

	"OK, baby -- sit!"

	Ryan exhaled slowly as he impaled himself on the jizz-sloppy pole.
It took several minutes of half-starts and repeated attempts but eventually
he relaxed enough ease it all inside.  Moving his hands to his roommate's
shoulders, he rose a few inches and slid back down.  Jason was pleased --
yet again, he'd underestimated Ryan's need for, and ability to take cock.

	"Damn, that's good, Ryan.  Make yourself cum again.  I wanna see
you nut while you're riding me..."

	Ryan's earlier statement proved enormously accurate -- from the way
he fucked himself, no one would've guessed he'd cum just a few minutes
earlier.  Jason struggled to hold back his own orgasm, wanting to see if
his roommate could actually do it.  In the end, it took thirteen minutes,
their cocks exploding simultaneously.  The first discharge of Ryan's juice
hit Jason on the chin, the slimy curds hanging nastily before slipping onto
his chest.  The boy continued to ride, oblivious to everything but his own
heat, as he worked both of them through their climaxes.  The additional
lubricant supplied by Jason's cum reduced friction significantly and he
continued to bounce until Jason, his cock suddenly sensitive, placed a hand
on Ryan's shoulder to stop him.

	"Whoa there, bitch - I need a break.  You may be a sperm factory
but I'm not.  It'll take me at least thirty minutes."  Ryan stopped,
exhausted, and leaned into Jason, resting his head on his shoulder.  "Come
on, hop off -- we'll take a shower and then I'll fuck another load outta
you..."

	After the shower Jason offered to go pick up something to eat,
telling Ryan to change the sheets while he was gone.  While cleaning up
last night's mess, he noticed the video camera, still perched near the
television.  Curious, he rewound the footage to the watch Jason shoot
inside him.  Though he hadn't been sure about recording his virgin fuck, he
was suddenly glad Jason had demanded it - the footage was hotter than
anything he'd seen online.  As he watched, he realized the camera had kept
recording after the sex -- they'd forgotten to turn it off.  He was about
to hit the stop button when he heard Jason's voice on the recording...he
didn't remember this part.  The voice was compassionate and tender, if he
didn't know Jason so well, he'd almost say vulnerable.

	"I know you're almost asleep, Ryan...if you were awake, I'm not
sure I could say this.  I just wanted you to know - shit, I've never been
very good at this kinda thing -- nobody in my family is.  Maybe one day
I'll be able to tell you how much..."

	On the tape at that moment, Ryan started to snore, interrupting
Jason and causing him to laugh.  He reached out and quietly stroked Ryan's
hair before briefly continuing...

	"OK, I'll shut up.  I'm gonna miss it if you stop sleeping in here
next month...I wish you knew...sleep tight..."

	Ryan stopped the video playback, his mouth hanging open in shock.
Andrew had been right -- Jason did harbor those feelings, though it was
clear he didn't realize he was being recorded.  June would be here in just
over a week, and Ryan knew he'd need to sort through his own emotions
before then.  He had only begun to analyze his options when he heard Jason
return with their lunch...

GAME NIGHT REVISITED -- GANGBANG -- FRIDAY, MAY 29th 2009

	Over the remainder of the weekend, Jason and Ryan discussed the
option of proceeding with the planned game night gangbang.  Earlier in the
month, he'd made a promise of sorts to Matt - if he discovered he enjoyed
getting fucked he'd let the guys have a shot at him.  Since he unmistakably
enjoyed it, Jason encouraged him to make good on his word but did not force
the issue, leaving the final decision to Ryan.

       Truth be told, Jason was torn.  The idea of parading his cock slut
in front of his buddies appealed to him -- he boned up every time he
thought about it.  But on the other hand, he wasn't sure how he felt about
letting other guys "touch his stuff" - though there was more to it than
simple territoriality.  "What the hell," he reminded himself.  "After this,
I'll have him all to myself.  I should let him have some fun."  Andrew was
still nursing a grudge against the boy for rejecting his advances but Ryan
knew he could take it, even if it got a little rough.  After all, he'd
learned to take Jason's cock without difficulty even as their fucking
became more aggressive.  Since Andrew's dick was shorter and considerably
less thick, he shouldn't have a problem.  By Monday evening, he consented
to proceed with the party.

	As was tradition, the night was set for Friday.  Ryan took the day
off from school, emailing his professors to tell them he was sick.  Jason
stayed home as well, casually fucking his boy a few times but refusing to
let him cum in order to assure he was in a heightened state of sexual need
before the guys even arrived.  Jason wanted his friends to see Ryan explode
as soon as the first cock disappeared up his ass.

	When the doorbell rang at 9:35, Jason welcomed his quests as Ryan
prepared for tonight's activities, making certain he was pre-lubricated and
ready to play.  He now held no doubts about tonight -- he knew he wanted
this.  He'd made great progress this week in overcoming his reservations.
In fact, he'd have been disappointed if the plans fell through.  He joined
the others in the living room, already nude with a pounding erection, a
condition he'd grown comfortable with.  Sitting on the floor by Jason's
enormous, size-thirteen feet, he began to massage them affectionately as
the others spoke, waiting to speak until he was asked a question, per
Jason's instructions.

	"So guys, when we wanna do this?" Andrew asked, finally broaching
the topic after they'd burned through a couple of bowls.  The others
laughed at his apparent enthusiasm.

	"Can't wait, can you?" asked Jason.

	"I've been looking forward to this.  I owe your boy grudge fuck."

	Jason, having spent considerable energy planning for the evening,
began to explain how he thought they should proceed.

	"I've been thinking.  Since tonight's our regular game night, we
should play games, goddamnit!  I've decided to put up three hundred dollars
in prize money that we can divide between the various games.  But I'll need
your help because I've only come up with one competition so far."

	"What's that?" asked Tommy.

	"Well, I told you about the way he cums while getting fucked.
You'll each guess how many times he'll shoot tonight - closest to the
actual number without going over wins.  I won't be playing, of course."

	"Fine by me," Andrew stated while nodding his head approvingly.
"But you're right; we need more than one game.  I'd say at least three -- a
hundred dollars per game.  So what else could we do?"

	"I've got a question," interrupted Tommy.  "I should've asked this
before now, but do we have to wear rubbers?  I didn't bring any..."

	"No, you don't need `em," answered Jason casually.

	"So, uhmm, we'll be pulling out before we shoot?  I just wanna
understand the rules," Tommy asked awkwardly.  Normally as unflappable as
Andrew and Jason, he seemed unusually self-conscious to be asking the
question.

	"No, you fucking idiot!" cried Andrew in disbelief.  "You just nut
inside him, dude."

	"Ryan, look at me," demanded Matt, drawing the young man's
attention away from Jason's feet.  "Is that true?  You really want us to
cum up your ass?"

	"I always assumed you would..."

	"You gotta pay attention, dude!" Matt said harshly.  "That's not
what I asked -- do you WANT us to?"

	Ryan bit his lower lip, knowing the truth but still uncomfortable
with speaking the words out loud.

	"Yeah, I kinda do," he answered.

	Matt leaned forward on the sofa, clearly enjoying the power he felt
over Jason's toy, and demanded more.

	"You `kinda do' what?" he asked, wanting specifics.

	Ryan paused momentarily.  He was about to admit to something he
couldn't take back later.  He'd never be the same after this, not in his
own eyes, nor the eyes of anyone else in the room.

	"I want you to cum in ass, Matt.  All of you -- that's what I
want..."

	The room fell silent upon hearing these cum-hungry words.  Ryan
abruptly felt as though he were surrounded by a pack of wolves.

	"S-W-E-E-T," Tommy said slowly, nodding his head, happy to hear the
news.  "Hey, how's this for a game then?  The guy who can nut the most wins
-- but no jerking off or facials allowed -- cream pies only."

	"Jason's got a movie that's kinda like that -- it's hot as fuck,"
Andrew added.  "I'm OK with it if everyone else is."

	The guys looked at each other and agreed.

	"Fine," started Jason.  "That's two games -- anybody have another?"

	A moment of quiet ensued as the guys thought over the
possibilities, forced to dig deep into the most hidden, dark recesses of
their perverse minds.  Matt finally had a suggestion.

	"If he can cum as many times as Jason claims, how about we keep
track of who's fucking him each time he shoots?  The person who works the
most loads out of him wins..."

	Listening to this laid-back discussion of his unusual sexual
abilities had Ryan ready to cum now, especially as he played with Jason's
feet.  It required considerable effort not to blast while sitting on the
floor.  Though he managed to hold back, his cock was dripping constantly
now, the beads of precum being absorbed into the carpet beneath his balls.

	"Now that is an excellent idea," agreed Jason.  "Don't you think
so, Ryan?"  He playfully tousled his roommate's blond hair while asking his
opinion.

	"I just need to cum.  Any game where I get to shoot is good."

	Everyone laughed at the boy's unusual candor, perhaps not realizing
how serious he was.  Given the intensity of his need to orgasm, Ryan
decided to express it more bluntly.  Though he'd been advised not to speak
unless spoken to, he couldn't stop the words from spilling out.

	"Really guys, we need to start soon or I'm gonna cum..."

	Jason nudged him with his foot, his big toe poking between two
ribs.  It was a subtle gesture meant to indicate he'd overstepped his
bounds.

	"Hold your horses, Ryan -- and don't talk to these guys like that.
We'll start when we're good and damn ready and you will not cum until then.
Do you understand what I'm saying?"

	Ryan winced at the reprimand, his cock throbbing painfully.  It
expelled another large wad of pre-seminal goo that oozed down the trembling
shaft.

	"Yeah, I'm sorry," he apologized.

	"Anyway," Jason continued.  "We still need to decide who goes
first..."

	"Why does that matter?" asked Matt.

	"The first guy is guaranteed to fuck a load out of him.  Going
first would be an advantage," explained Jason.

	"Let's just roll dice or draw cards -- I don't care.  Let's get
moving," said Andrew impatiently.

	"Ryan, bring the cards and let the guys pick one," instructed
Jason.  "High card goes first, next highest goes second.  Agreed?"

	The oversexed roommate shamefully stood, his dick poised to explode
any second, swinging obscenely and dripping juice in his wake.  He
retrieved the cards and offered the deck to Andrew first, who drew a king.
Tommy got an eight and Matt ended up with a five.

	"It looks like I win, little buddy," said Andrew, the words "little
buddy" sounding paradoxically menacing.

	"OK, how many times do you think he'll shoot, Matt?" asked Jason.

	"Uh...four..." he guessed.

	"He's not gonna nut four times, Matt," interjected Tommy.  "Jason's
full of shit!  My bet is two..."

	"Dude, I spent the night with him a couple weeks ago.  I bet we get
seven loads out of him - easy," predicted Andrew.  The other two players
rolled their eyes at his optimistic assessment.

	"We're all set then," noted Jason, the preliminaries finally
complete.  "Let's take him to the weight room..."

	The guys escorted Ryan to what used to be his room, laying him on
his back across the weight bench and securing his arms to the barbell
support beams.  Jason prepared the camera to record his roommate's
multi-fuck while the others quickly stripped down.  Andrew, having already
won the privilege of going first, was already boned and primed to pound.

	He positioned his cock at Ryan's eager twat and snapped his hips
forward viciously, showing no mercy, sinking to the balls on the first
thrust.  After having been denied for days, teased endlessly, Ryan knew he
wouldn't last long, even in the face of a rough, gut-punching fuck.  Andrew
backed out for a second push and that was all it took.  Ryan's body could
not contain his pent up jizz and the muscles governing ejaculation expelled
it violently from his body, the first slimy stream clearing his head and
splashing onto the exercise mats.  A loud round of applause broke out from
the onlookers, impressed by this display of raw sexual heat.  Andrew could
not contain his satisfaction.

	"Fucked the jizz right outta you didn't I, boy?  You could've had
this cock two weeks ago if you hadn't acted like such a cunt.  Just because
you shot don't mean I'm finished.  Payback's a bitch, dude!"

	"For the record, that's cumshot number one," noted Jason, more for
video narration than anything else -- no one in the room could possibly
have missed the explosive orgasm.  He was pleased beyond words at his boy's
ability to perform.

	Andrew went into overdrive, pounding with the clear intent of
making Ryan uncomfortable.  Jason watched for signs of significant
discomfort, ready to reign in Andrew or even stop him if it became
necessary to protect his boy.  Instead of pain, a look of sexual
exhilaration washed over his features as he became lost in the exquisite
feeling of being filled.

	"Damn, look at him guys!  He's enjoying this," observed Tommy.

	"I told you!" said Jason proudly.  "The fucker loves getting
dicked!"

	The hard, slamming fuck was affecting the others as well.  Both
Tommy and Matt were growing more erect by the second, especially when Ryan
began making small, whimpering noises.  His need had been unabated by the
recent hands free orgasm and Andrew was pushing all the right buttons.

	"That's right, bitch!" Andrew cried, staring malevolently into
Ryan's eyes and increasing the force of his fucking yet again.  "You love
this fucking cock.  Say it -- say it now!  Tell us how much you like it..."

	Ryan, who had been uncharacteristically silent save for his
moaning, looked at Jason for confirmation before complying with the demand.

	"Go ahead, Ryan," prompted Jason.  "You knew this was coming.  You
can't stay quiet all night.  Go on and tell him..."

	"Oh fuck, Andrew -- your cock feels so good.  Please fuck me.  God,
I can't wait to feel you cum in my hole."

	As if on cue, Andrew's nuts rose in his sack.  Knowing he wouldn't
last much longer at this intensity, he slowed briefly and issued a silent
signal to Jason, who knelt between his legs with the camera.  After the
auto-focus adjusted, the device caught a marvelous shot of his best
friend's cock buried inside his roommate's slippery twat.  Andrew looked up
to the monitor, thrilled by how powerful his cock appeared from this angle.

	"Hey, cunt," he said sadistically.  "Look at the television..."

	Ryan grunted as he saw Andrew's cock plunge inside brutally before
delivering a series of ultra-fast, stabbing thrusts.  This time he had no
intention of slowing down.

	"Fuck guys -- I'm getting close.  Goddamnit!  Fuck...here it
cums!!!!"

	Rather than remain motionless as he shot, Andrew continued to fuck
throughout his orgasm.  His hot, slippery cocksnot filled the cunt but
quickly spilled due to the constant churning.  Ryan saw the droplets of
spent semen running down the pistoning cock, coating the edges of his anal
ring.  It flew off in all directions as he was plowed with a passion that
sent him over the edge as well.  A large, nasty wad of his own semen hit
him in the face.

	"F-U-C-K," whispered Matt in amazement at the debauchery being
displayed before him.  "I can't believe he just shot again..."

	"Tommy and Matt," laughed Andrew.  "Take that, you bitches!  You'll
need him to nut twice just to break even!"  Suddenly exhausted, he allowed
his cock to slip from Ryan's hole.  The lips of his anal muscle gaped open
and a thick ooze of white slipped from inside.

	"OK," started Jason, still serving as tonight's videographer and
score-keeper.  "Ryan's cum two times -- and both will be credited to
Andrew.  Plus, Andrew scored a load of his own.  You ready, Tommy?"

	"Shit, get the hell outta my way, Andrew..." said Tommy, pushing
his buddy from between Ryan's legs and plowing straight inside the
trembling boy, his cock slipping easily through the cum slicked entrance.

	"Fuck," moaned Ryan as he felt himself being violated by a second
dick.

	Tommy wasn't interested in Ryan's pleasure and after everything
he'd just witnessed, fucked the same way he like to get sucked -- rough,
fast, with the goal of shooting as quickly as possible.  Jason noticed his
determination.

	"Whoa there, dude -- don't hurt him," Jason advised.  "Besides
we're trying to see how many times he can shoot, too..."

	"Not me," Tommy replied, while picking up speed.  "I only bet he'd
cum twice and he already has -- I don't WANT him to shoot again..."

	"You could still try to get the most loads out of him," Matt
pointed out.

	"With the lead Andrew's already got, no way.  My only chance is to
shoot the more than anybody else," Tommy responded.  He suddenly screwed
his face into a painful looking scowl.  "And here comes my first
one...FUCK!!!"

	Unlike Andrew, Tommy pushed deep and held still as he unloaded.
Ryan felt the stationary cock spasm inside his guts as it emptied.  The
additional hot fluid felt amazing but he wasn't close enough to cum again,
even as he saw the monitor and the rush of white spooge dripping from his
hole.

	"Goddamn!  That felt good," Tommy panted as he wiped his brow.

	"You're up, Matt," noted Jason.

	"I can't believe I'm about to do this," he said stoically, more to
himself than any of the others.  He positioned his uncut meat at Ryan's wet
entrance and pushed, sinking more slowly than either Andrew or Tommy.

	"Ohhhhh," he moaned as his cock bottomed out.  "This feels a lot
better than I thought it would."

	"I told you, man," answered Jason.

	"He's so fucking wet!  Shit, how much cum did you guys pound up
there?"

	Matt was in no hurry.  Rather than a quick rut, he settled into a
nice, slow plunge-withdraw cycle, amazed and incredibly aroused by the way
Ryan's ass lips gripped his prick, clinging to the shaft slightly each time
he withdrew, as if they didn't want to release him.

	"You gonna fuck him or make love to him?" asked Andrew
sarcastically.

	"I was wondering the same thing," said Tommy.

	"Hey, gimme a break -- I like it slower and I wanna enjoy this."

	"Fine by me," answered Tommy.  "I need to recharge anyway.  Andrew,
you wanna go have a smoke?"

	"Sure," he responded.  "You'll keep score while we'll gone, right
Jason?"

	"Oh, yeah," he answered.  "Go on and get your smoke.  Andrew, you
know where I keep the porn if you and Tommy wanna watch some.  Help
yourself."

	As Andrew and Tommy left for a cigarette, Matt settled into a slow,
gentle rocking fuck.  His cock, which was smaller than the others, felt
extremely nice to Ryan, almost soothing.  He knew he'd be able to shoot
again if Matt kept up this pleasant pace.  He allowed himself to grunt and
moan, expressing the acute bliss he was experiencing.

	"He really does like this, doesn't he, Jason?"

	"Yeah, if you keep that up, you'll make him cum again."

	"How does he do that?"

	"He tried to explain it to me.  It has something to do with
shooting without anything touching his dick -- he says the part of his
brain that tells his body to stand down doesn't get the message that he's
already cum."

	"So, if he was to shoot normally -- you know, while his dick his
being stimulated -- he'll stop cumming?"

	"Not completely, but it'll take a lot longer.  He won't be able to
unload every ten minutes."

	Suddenly, Ryan spoke.

	"Guys, I'm right here...do you have to talk like I'm not even in
the room?"

	Both Jason and Matt were silent for moment.

	"Be glad Andrew didn't hear you say that," Jason stated.  "We
talked about this -- tonight your only job is to take cock.  You don't need
to speak unless we ask you a question or you wanna say something slutty..."

	"Fuck, Jason -- you totally own him," Matt said as he slowly sank
to the base again, unable to grasp Jason's ability to dominate his
roommate.

	"Yeah, but we both like the arrangement.  I wouldn't have made him
do this if he didn't want to and he knows that..."

	Less than a minute later, Matt got a wickedly clever idea.

	"So, Ryan -- while Andrew and Tommy are gone -- tell me how to make
you cum," asked Matt.

	"You're doing a pretty good job already..."

	"I know you like it, but what can I do to guarantee I get a nut
outta you?  Or is that cheating, Jason?"

	"If the others had cared enough to ask, I'd of let `em...but they
didn't," he answered.  "Go ahead and tell him what you want, Ryan."

	After a moment to think, Ryan offered some advice.

	"Well, if you'd angle your dick up a little more, that usually
helps."

	"Like this?" he asked, while repositioning his hips to thrust
inward at steeper angle.

	Ryan's eyes widened as he groaned and pulled at his restraints.

	"OH FUCK!!!  YEAH, just like that.  Keep going, Matt.  Please, I'm
close..."

	"Really, just from a different angle?" he asked, more to Jason than
Ryan.

	"Yeah, there's a bit more skill involved in this than you'd think.
It's wasted on the other two," explained Jason.

	"Go ahead and cum, Ryan," Matt prompted, giving him another slow
poke to the prostate.

	"Oh god -- fuck, shit -- I'm cumming -- I'm cumming!!!!"

	His cock throbbed untouched from his messy crotch and dumped his
third load of the evening.  The volume was less than his prior ejaculations
but from the noises he was making, as well as his facial expressions, Matt
knew it still felt damn good.

	"Nice, Ryan -- how long will it take to get another one outta you?
I'm getting close myself but I really wanna beat Andrew.  You don't want
that piece of shit to be the one that fucks the most cum outta you, do
you?"

	"If you keep hitting that same spot, I can probably shoot again in
seven or eight minutes..."

	"Alright, then -- let's go..." he responded as Jason smiled in
approval, happy that Ryan's needs were being attended to.

	Matt was determined to bring Ryan off again before allowing himself
to orgasm.  He slowed the pace of his fucking further, angling his hips as
Ryan requested, and learned from the boy's facial expressions where the
mysterious internal spot was located.  Eventually, he honed in on the site
precisely and knew exactly how to reach it.  Armed with that knowledge, he
began to pummel it repeatedly, massaging Ryan to the edge from inside.
Ryan's prediction was only off by a few minutes -- he reached his forth cum
in just over ten minutes.  There were barely three short volleys of fluid
this time and the semen was thicker.  Jason knew they were getting down to
the last dregs of his stored fluid.

	"Fuck!  The way he clamps down when he cums feels really good
around your dick," Matt observed.

	"Don't it though!" Jason agreed enthusiastically.  "It's incredible
the way it massages you."

	Just then, Tommy and Andrew re-entered the room.

	"Damn, Matt!  Haven't you cum yet?" asked Andrew.

	"Shut up, Andrew!" answered Matt.  "I've already fucked two loads
out of him while you were gone and I'm gonna top you by one before I
finish."

	Tommy and Andrew looked at them in shock.

	"Is that true, Jason?" asked Tommy.

	"Yep, it seems Ryan has taken a shine to our boy Matt here."

	Despite his desire to work another load out of Ryan, Matt was
getting close and knew he couldn't hold back much longer.  Additionally,
now that he had an audience, he felt like showing off a little.  He
increased the speed of his fucking, all while his cockhead rubbed
incessantly over Ryan's prostate, keeping him horny and on the edge of
another orgasm.  As Matt passed the point of inevitability, he threw his
fuck into over-drive and did something surprising.  He grabbed Ryan's dick
and jerked it hard, matching the strokes to the exact rhythm of his
plunges.  Both of them shot simultaneously.

	As Ryan's hole filled with semen once more, his own cock released
the last remnants of his sperm.  Since his dick was being stroked to orgasm
instead of flailing about helplessly, Matt had guaranteed he wouldn't be
able to nut again for some time -- hopefully not until it was his turn
again.

	"Hey, what are you doing?" asked Tommy angrily.

	"Yeah, you can't do that!" added Andrew.

	"I never heard anybody say we couldn't touch his dick.  He can't -
but nobody said we couldn't.  Am I right, Jason?"

	"He's right guys -- we never said.  I have to count it," Jason
ruled.

	As Matt pulled his cum-sloppy dick from Ryan's hole, Jason
summarized the results so far.

	"OK, he's cum five times now -- so Tommy you're out of the running
since you only bet two.  Andrew's made him cum twice but Matt's ahead by
one.  You're all even on the number of times you've creamed inside him.
Andrew, are you ready for round two?"

	"Hell yeah, but can we move him?  The bench was a good idea but the
height is all wrong.  I have to squat and it's making my quads sore."

	"Crybaby," mocked Tommy.

	"I suppose we could put him on the exercise mats," suggested Jason.
Then, to Ryan, he added "If I untie your hands, you'll keep them off your
dick, right?"

	"I promise, Jason.  It would be nice to get off this bench..."

	After removing the ties that bound him, Jason helped his submissive
boy to the floor and Andrew wasted no time in plowing back into him.
Thanks to Matt, Ryan wasn't going to cum again for some time -- thirty to
forty minutes at least.  Expecting another quick nut from this evening's
slut, Andrew fucked far too fast and had his second orgasm without as much
as a peep from Ryan.  In fact, when he pulled out, the boy wasn't even
completely hard.

	"Are you sure he's up for this?" asked Tommy when he noticed Ryan's
cock.

	"Ask him," said Jason.

	"Do you want me to fuck you again, Ryan?  I was planning on it but
if you're getting sore or something, I'll understand..."

	"No, I want you to fuck me -- please, go ahead.  I've just cum so
much already -- that's why I'm not hard..."

	Tommy didn't need more prompting.  His second fuck wasn't as rough
as his first and by the time he was ready to blow again, Ryan's cock was
showing signs of returning to life.  But as spent as he was after Matt's
trick, he was still not close to emptying his balls again, even as Tommy
threw a second nasty load up his pussy.

	This changed, however, when Matt re-mounted him.  His previous
experience had taught him exactly where to poke with the greatest
efficiency.  With this new stimulus, as well as the passage of time, Matt
was able to fuck another, albeit much smaller, load from Ryan's sore balls
before emptying into his guts.

	By the end of the evening, Ryan had been fucked for over three
hours and was limp with exhaustion, his cunt barely able to close anymore.
He'd cum eight times during this marathon gangbang, making Andrew the
winner of one hundred dollars for his fairly accurate guess.  Matt was
responsible for six of those orgasms.  After he'd learned the trick to
making the boy cum, no one else stood a chance.  He earned a hundred for
that as well as another for edging out Andrew by a single cream-pie.
Unfortunately, it just wasn't Tommy's night, and he went home with nothing
more than the satisfaction of having shot three loads inside the fucked out
boy lying in a heap before them.

	Once the games were finished, Jason brought Ryan some water as well
as a small plug he'd purchased for this evening.  He ordered Ryan to insert
the soft, tiny latex device to keep the injected spooge from leaking out
just yet.  As the guys got dressed, Andrew asked Jason a question.

	"So what's going on with you two now?  Is he like your boyfriend or
something?"

	There was a fleeting awkward instant as Jason thought about how he
wanted to respond.  He looked affectionately at his worn-out roommate
before answering.

	"Yeah, he is," Jason stated bluntly.

	The others paused, shocked by the barefaced admission, and even
Ryan raised his head to look at the man he'd come to respect and admire so
much over the past month.  When no one spoke, Jason added...

	"Does anyone here have a problem with that?"

	"No," said Tommy cautiously.  "It's just...well, it's gonna take
some getting used to."

	"Yeah," added Andrew.  "I knew there was something going on, but it
feels weird to hear you say it out loud."

	"Are you sure he's OK with it?" asked Matt, nodding his head
towards Ryan.

	Jason noticed his roommate staring at him adoringly.

	"Yeah, I think so.  But you guys need to get the hell outta here so
we can be alone..."

	Ten minutes later, immediately after the door shut and the deadbolt
turned, Jason helped Ryan to the soft, comfortable bed.  Lifting and
spreading his legs tenderly, he removed the small plug and placed the head
of his cock at the slimy entrance.  Knowing he was sore, he went
exceptionally slow, making certain not to cause his boy any necessary pain.

	Once fully enveloped by the warm, wet ass, he leaned into Ryan,
draping him with his entire body -- and kissed him deeply.

	"How do you feel about being called my boyfriend?" he whispered
warmly as he eased his cock leisurely out and began a slow, comfortable
rocking fuck.

	Ryan looked into Jason's dark eyes.  Despite everything that had
happened, the bizarre, unconventional circumstances that set this
relationship in motion, he knew at once he loved the man who was inside
him.  He started to cry.  Jason misunderstood the reaction.

	"You don't feel the same way, do you?" he asked as he began to
withdraw his cock.  "After the way this all started, I can't say that I
blame you."

	"What?" Ryan asked between sobs.  "Of course I do, couldn't you
tell?  I'm just surprised.  I didn't think I'd ever hear you say it..."

	Jason smiled and his hips moved forward, filling his boy once more.
As Ryan came for the ninth time that night, it was his boyfriend who pulled
it out of him...

THE END




AUTHORS NOTES -- SPOILER ALERT

	Thank you for reading!  First, let me say how much I enjoyed
writing this story.  Most of my posts involve the evolution of the bottom
throughout the narrative but the dominate partner is essentially the same
person at the beginning as he is at the end.  This was an amazing journey
to flesh out and mold both partners, showing how their developing
relationship changed each of them during the month.  I hope you enjoyed it!
Thanks for all your emails of support. I save every one of them...

OTHER STORIES BY THIS AUTHOR ON NIFTY

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"Manipulated" -- Completed -- Full text in archive.
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