Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2012 09:00:17 -0400
From: Steven Bradley <zardac134@gmail.com>
Subject: Fishing poles: Part 2, Back on Campus

This is a work of fiction. Any people, places, or events presented in this
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is story contains explicit, erotic, gay content, please do not read it if
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Back on Campus

	Donnie flopped down on the bed and lit a cigarette as the streaks
of his cum that had landed on my chest and face slowly began to dry. I ran
my thumb through one of the jets in my stubble and licked it off, taking in
the briny flavor of Donnie's spunk. I put my hands behind my head and
closed my eyes, feeling just a little sleepy from the release.
	"That was great," I said in a quiet, satisfied sigh.
	"Yeah," Donnie said, exhaling smoke. "I just wish it wasn't the
last time, for a few months."
	"I know," I agreed, snuggling up next to Donnie; he put his free
arm around me.
	It was the end of summer, and we both had classes starting in a few
days. Mine started before Donnie's, the Wednesday of the next week, so I
had to move back in this weekend. I could have waited a little longer, but
my parents wanted to help and they didn't want to take time off from
work. Donnie's classes started the week after mine.
	We had fooled around all summer. Meeting up every chance we could
between ours jobs and our parents' absences. It wasn't very many times, but
it was enough for us to know what each other liked, and enough for us to
want it to continue.
	The best part it all was that, even though we had had each other's
cock in each other's asses, our friendship was still the same as it always
had been. We still went to the movies, got drunk all the time, went comic
shopping, and played video games together. The only difference was that,
now we would sometimes get naked and fuck. And it wasn't like we did it
ever chance we could, just when we felt like it. Sometimes we just felt
like hanging, and sometimes we felt like fucking. We could even play games
completely naked without getting too excited. It was all just whatever. But
all of that was now coming to an end, for a while any way.
	"Well, I'm gonna go," Donnie said putting out his cigarette, "I'm
exhausted and you have to pack your shit, so... I guess I'll see you before
you leave." He put his clothes on and left.
	I couldn't help but feel a little depressed as I cleaned off and
got dressed. Those few months of summer had been great, just me and Donnie
hanging out, getting drunk, and having great sex. We had a great thing
going, and now we were going to be hundreds of miles away from each
other. I was just being stupid I told myself, it was like every other time
we had been apart; no different, at all. I quickly put the thought out of
my head and turned my attention back to packing. I had to be back at school
soon, and that was no place to be sad over not being with another guy; I
had classes to worry about after all.
	The first two months of school had flown by, I barely even noticed
that they had.  Everything was going great; I was doing well in my classes,
had been to a few parties, I had even managed to hook up with someone once
or twice. I thought about Donnie every now and then, mostly when I was
horny – the boy made good jacking material. My classes were proving to
be extremely difficult. I had so much work that I had neglected to notice
the upcoming break; and god did I need one!
 	I finally had a week long break, and I was just going to go home
and chill out. That was the plan anyhow, until I thought about what Donnie
might being doing that week. With a quick text I found out that he too had
a break that same week, but it was shorter and he wasn't going home.
	"Coach wants the team to stay and practice during break," the
message read.
	"That sucks man!" the reply message. "I really wanted to hang"
	"Then how bout u come up here?" he suggested. "I mean, u have the
whole week off and everything. U could just come up and we could hang here,
I don't have anything to do other than practice 4 like an hour/two a day."
	"R u sure that would b ok?"
	"No one here would give a shit. You could come up this weekend and
just chill until my break starts Wednesday. And I think my roommate will be
going home for break."
	"Sounds like a plan," I responded as I began to pack my things. I
was so excited to see Donnie that I was packing the night before I could
leave, that way I could head out right after class the next day. I of
course planed to stop by at home; see the parents, drop off some laundry
for mom (man did that need to be done), get a good, hot meal, and then head
up state the next morning. I was packing so hurriedly that my roommate
began to worry; he asked if anything was wrong. I told him that I was just
going to see a friend that I hadn't seen in a really long time, and that I
really needed this break.  * * *
	It was one in the afternoon on Sunday, my stomach was full of
waffles, the laundry was with mom, and I was almost at Donnie's.
	"You up ass face, I'm almost there," I texted.
	 "Barely. Do you know where you're going?"
	"Of course I do," I said, also sending the address.
	"In that case, I'm going to take a shower, but my roommate will let
you in. c you then."
	A few minutes later I was heading up the stairs to the second floor
of Donnie's dorm. I passed by the bathroom on my way to his room and heard
the shower running, the thought of being in the room alone with Donnie's
roommate wasn't that appealing at the moment, but the possibility of seeing
Donnie half naked and glistening was. I swallowed my nervousness and
knocked on the door.
	"What did you do, forget your keys," I heard shouted through the
door. "Next time just leave the door crack... Oh! It's you. I thought
Donnie got locked out, sorry about that. Come on in, I'm Rick by the way."
	"Justin."
	Rick was wearing only a pair of long legged boxers. He was a tall,
slightly buff man with a light golden tan. His hair was dark red, almost
brown, which he had spiked, and his eyes were a deep emerald green. His
face was slender and warm, lightly covered with freckles (not to many, but
enough that they were noticeable from a distance), and clean shaven except
for a small soul patch and long side burns, which came down to the bottoms
of his ears. He was built, not in the way that Donnie was but it was clear
that he didn't just sit around eating donuts all day.  It was more of a
runner or swimmer's body and lacked the freckles normally found on
redheads' bodies, and instead had a dusting of that intense auburn
hair. And to top everything off, his plaid boxers hung just below the top
of his thighs, letting just a few pubes show.
	"Hehe, sorry about that," he chuckled grabbing shirt and throwing
it on. I happened to catch a glimpse of his pits as he put the shirt on;
they were the only visibly pale part on his body, and had a thick coating
of the same auburn hair. The guy was hot, and he was starting to turn me on
slightly, but no more than any other hot guy that I would see every day. "I
didn't have a chance to get dressed yet. Plus me and Donnie aren't that
uptight about nakedness."
	 "It's cool, I'm really not that prudish either."
	"Well don't just stand there being awkward, put your shit down and
have a seat," Rick said, gesturing toward a small couch under the window
behind me.
	I took his advice and flopped down onto the couch. Their room was
much nicer than my dorm. It was big for a dorm (about the size of a small
one story home's living room), had excellent furniture, and really high
ceilings. They even kept their room fairly clean for a couple of guys, with
only a few clothes lying around, some vacuuming needed, and lots of trash
to be taken out.
	"So, you're from the same place as Donnie?" Rick questioned very
comfortably, breaking the tension in the room.
	"Yep, at least since junior high any way. Before that, he lived
somewhere around here.  What about you, where are you from?"
	"California. I know, I know, a red head from California, unheard
of. But it's true. I'm even from southern California. I came here to get
away from all the Cali people, I just can't take the whole California
lifestyle anymore."
	"Com' ahn, Bar" I said in the most Californian accent I could
muster.
	Rick laughed and we continued talking; about college and the things
we planned to do in life, getting more comfortable with each other. We
talked until Donnie finally got out of the shower.
	"Did you finally decide your ass was clean, fuckwad?" I asked as a
naked Donnie entered the room. The residual water from his shower clung to
Donnie's body and made all his rippling muscles shine and, with his tan,
made his skin seem as though it was made of pure gold. My entire body
longed for the meaty member that lay just behind the damp towel that Donnie
had wrapped around his waist, but I restrained my urge to jump his bones
right then; Rick was there and probably wouldn't have been too thrilled if
some guy he just met and his roommate started to fuck like wild pigs in
front of him.
	"Hey dude, when did you get here?" Donnie asked, completely
ignoring my remark.
	"About twenty minutes ago."
	"We were starting to get worried," Rick joked. "Five more minutes
and we were going to send a search team."
	"Haha," he sarcastically laughed, grabbing a pair of baggy cargo
shorts that had been lying across the back of a chair, and pulling them on
under his towel. He took off the towel, dried his hair, and hung it up on a
rack on the back of the door. "Any way, who's hungry?"
	Donnie and Rick finished getting dressed, and we all went out to
eat. We ended up at a sort of pub; it was more like a restaurant but still
had all the attributes of a normal pub (Loaded bar, bar games, dim
lighting, those types of things). We all had a few drinks with our meals,
chatted for a while, and had a few more drinks each while we played darts
and pool. By the time we left, we were all much closers than we had been.
	We got back to the dorm well after dark. Even though we were
already pretty hammered at this point, we all started drinking again and
playing video games. All the alcohol was definitely lowering my
inhibitions, and as a result was starting to get a little flirtatious. The
game was really the only thing that was stopping me and Donnie from ripping
each other's clothes off right there; we were all but making out with our
hands down each other's pants. I knew that the only thing between me and
Donnie's cock was a thin layer of khaki cloth and Rick. In fact Rick was
the only reason I hadn't torn off Donnie's short already, I may have been
drunk, but I knew better than to start making out with some dude in front
of his roommate. But to be honest, Rick didn't seem to even notice me and
Donnie incessantly flirting right next to him.
	"Well... I thin... I think its... time for bed," Donnie drunkenly
said, getting up and stumbling at around 2:30.
	"Yeah, classes strat pertty*hic* early in the morning," Rick
agreed, taking off his shirt and climbing into his bed on the top bunk.
	I went to the bathroom and came back and passed out on the couch.
	"Hey dude, DUDE," Donnie woke me up. "I'm going to class, and I
won't be back until later. I'm going to leave the door unlooked so you
won't get locked out, but don't go out for too long. There's food and
drinks in the room, help yourself."
	He left, and I went back to sleep. I woke up several hours later,
totally hung-over. When I got back from a much needed piss, I noticed that
Donnie had left a bottle of aspirin out on his desk. I took three for the
pounding headache that I had, grabbed some food, and watched a little
TV. My hangover was almost gone by time Rick got back.
	"Hey, man. How was your day?" he said, dropping his books on the
floor next to his desk.
	"Oh, not too bad, except for the hangover."
	"I hear ya," he said as he began to pack his things. "I've been
nauseous all day."
	"Are you actually going all the way back to California for five
days?" I asked noticing him packing.
	"No," he laughed. "I'm just going to stay at my cousin's place a
few hours away. I haven't seen him in a while, and I really want to catch
up with him."
	When he was done packing, he changed his clothes, stripping down to
just his boxers.  He bent over to pick something up, and boxers rode a
little low; I could have sworn that I caught a glimpse of a tattoo on the
upper right part of his ass, but I couldn't be really sure. He finished
dressing and got the remainder of his things together.
	"Well, I had a blast last night. I hope we can do it again
sometime."
	"Yeah, I totally agree. Maybe we all can get together over the next
break or something."
	We finished saying our goodbyes, and Rick finally left. Not that I
didn't like being around Rick, or didn't want to hang out with him like I
said, I just came up state to be with Donnie alone for a few days. Now that
we could be alone, I removed everything but my boxers in preparation for
Donnie's return. I was horny, and from all the flirting he had done the
night before, I knew Donnie was too.
	By the time Donnie got back, I had gotten even hornier. As he
walked through the door, I gave him the most sensual `Hey' that I could
muster, but he didn't seem to get my hint. He almost seemed as though he
was still hung-over as he greeted me. He threw his bag, and took off his
shirt (more in an effort to get comfortable than anything else).
	"Is something wrong?" I asked as he rubbed his eyes with the palms
of his hands.
	"No, I'm just tired, and I never want to see a drop of alcohol ever
again," he complained as he walked over to the couch, stopping about a foot
in front of me.
	I grabbed the waist band of his shorts with my index finger and
pulled him closer.  "Maybe we can do something to fix that," I said as I
unzipped his fly. He gave me a lazy smile, took hold of my hands, and knelt
on the couch on top of my lap. He wrapped his arms around my neck, and his
tongue found its way to my lips. I rubbed his sinewy back while we made
out, causing his growing erection to stick out of his zipper slightly. We
lay over on the couch to get more comfortable; the button on my boxers was
under great strain and threatened to pop off. He turned his attention to my
ear, our legs intertwined, and my hands went down the back of Donnie's
shorts.
	"God I've been wanting this for months," I passionately said while
squeezing both of his furry checks.
	"I know what you mean," he whispered between nibbles. He lifted his
hips in suggestion, so I moved my hands around to the front of his pants
and unbuttoned them. He shimmied them down to his knees, I pulled them down
the rest of the way with my feet and he kicked them off well across the
room. The tip of his hard cock slid upward across my abdomen as his manly
weight returned to my body.
	  I place a hand on the top of his head and gave a gentle push. He
understood my intention and slowly kissed and licked his way down my neck
and to my nipples. I sighed and put one arm behind my head and the other on
the back of Donnie's head. He circled them with his tongue, and sucked them
each in turn, making them hard before biting them and moving on to the next
one. The pain flew though my body, all the way down to my toes making them
curl; I bit my lip, smiled, and let out a small moan. Satisfied with his
job so far, he made a move toward my exposed pit. His dick pulsed against
my stomach, mine against his thigh, as he tore through my pit hair.
	Quickly growing bored with my pits, Donnie moved further down my
torso. Midway down, he noticed the pool of precum that he had leaked onto
my stomach.
	"God I have missed the taste of this stuff," he said, running his
tongue through the pool.
	"I know where more is if your thirst hasn't been quenched." Donnie
looked up from my bellybutton and smiled wickedly. He grabbed the legs of
my underwear, sat up, and pulled them down to my ankles. He slid off the
couch onto the floor. I sat up, faced forward, and slid down on the couch
so my ass was on the edge of the cushion, my balls hung over the side and
my cock stuck straight out. I spread my legs a little so that he had enough
room in kneel in between them.
	He put his hands on my knees as his mouth rushed to my cock to
catch the precum that covered it before it dripped. Once clean, he turned
his attention to my hanging balls (the suction that he applied while doing
so sent my head spinning). He inhaled my right testicle, pulled back on it
slightly, a let it fall back and whack the sofa, grazing it a little with
his teeth as it left his warm mouth. He immediately did the same to the
left one. I could feel his hair brushing against my shaft as he juggled my
nuts with his tongue, it tickled and made me giggle.
	"Hold your legs up," Donnie commanded between tongue strokes.
	I quickly complied grabbing a hold of my ankles, exposing my anus
to Donnie. He pressed his tongue flat on my hole and licked across it and
my taint, all the way up to my balls, lifting my scrotum a bit with the
tip. He ran around my hole in circles and lapped at it for a few minutes,
making it completely wet with saliva. Once it was dripping, he wet his
middle and ring fingers and gently forced them into my ass.
	"That feel ok?" he asked making sure they were in comfortably
before moving on.
	"Hell yeah," I said, moaning. "What are you waiting for," I urged.
	He slowly began to move his fingers in and out of my ass. Each push
in sent a shiver up my spine, each shiver made me moan, and each moan made
Donnie smile more. Soon after, and without removing his fingers, Donnie ran
his tongue up the shaft of my drooling cock, and started to suck my dick.
	"God damn!" The feeling of pleasure from being fingered and sucked
off in unison was intense.
	"You like that huh?" he asked, only pulling off my dick enough so
that his question was audible, letting his hot breath cascade over the
shaft.
	"Hell yes! Don't stop!"
	He returned to sucking, flicking his tongue at the base of the head
as he nearly pulled off at each pass. And as if that wasn't enough already,
he began to separate his fingers at the apex of each thrust. I let out a
load moan as both sensations sent me over the edge. With a final thrust
into my ass and a little suction on the tip of my dick, and I felt my nuts
retract. I grabbed a tuft of hair on the back of Donnie's head and pushed
his nose into my pubes and trusted upward as I unleashed a hefty load into
his mouth and throat. He pulled up a little, and removed his fingers from
my ass to better handle all the cum. I wasn't sure how many times I shot,
but it must have been quite a few, as I felt a stream of hot cum run down
my cock.
	"I'm sorry, dude," I wheezed breathlessly, dropping my legs as
Donnie swallowed and licked up the remainder of the jizz. "I know you
wanted it to last longer, but I just couldn't hold it off."
	"s'Alright, I was feeling a bit famished anyway and that filled me
up, but you're starting to look a little hungry," he smirked. He wiped off
his chin and stood up on the couch, his legs straddling me, and his thick,
throbbing meat dangling in my face. He cupped his balls while holding the
base of his cock; he brushed my cheek with the shaft, I could feel its soft
spongy head and smell the meaty goodness that I had been longing to taste
for months. He placed his free hand on the wall and held his cock firmly in
front of my mouth, I licked and kissed the head then licked the
underside. Donnie exhaled deeply and slid his dick passed my open lips. Old
summer memories flooded back to me through my taste buds; his cock was
meaty, musty, and slightly sweet and salty from the leaking precum. His
hard cock pulsed with each thrust as Donnie slowly fucked my face. My
flaccid dick began to re-enter a semi-soft state.
	"God... your mouth is just as good as ever," he moaned. "Better
than anything I've had in a while."
	"Wha' eww mean by tha'?" I mumbled over Donnie's dick.
	"Just that I missed you, you ass!" He slapped the side of my head
and braced himself on the wall with both hands. He started to thrust a
little harder, but I wasn't going to let him dictate the way this was going
to go.
	Before he had a chance to get up some speed, I pulled off his dick
letting it slide across my face as I went for his hanging balls. I nibbled
the soft skin in between his nuts a little then placed my tongue as far
behind his sack as I could get it. I ran my hands up his hairy legs and
ass, across his toned abs and up to his hard nipples as I slowly dragged my
tongue over the underside of his balls. I tweaked his nipples as I coated
his sweaty nuts in a hefty layer of saliva, covering every inch, digging my
nose deep into his crotch (His manly smell was just as intoxicating as
ever). Donnie was clearly thrilled with what was happening between his legs
as he laid his head back and let out a low whistle, his knees trembling
slightly.
	"Damn, Jus! You've learned some new tricks in the last couple
months," he dropped his chin down into his chest and gave a little
smirk. "Was he as sexy as me?"
	"He was a she actually," I retorted. "But... to answer your
question... no, she was not, and not nearly as good in bed."
	"Is that a fact?" he asked, his wet meat pulsing against my cheek
as I massaged his hard nipples.
	"And for that matter, where did you pick up that little ass
fingering technique you used earlier?"
	"A guy I met at a party. And before you stop to ask, no he was
nowhere near as good as you, or as cute."
	"You're damn right he wasn't," I boasted, moistening Donnie's long
shaft. I paused before wrapping my lips around it to wet my finger with
spit. With my mouth firmly on his dick, I moved my hands down to Donnie's
ass, spread his cheeks apart, and worked his hole with the wet finger
tip. It wasn't long before his dick throbbing and longer moans warned me of
approaching jiz.
	Quickly searching for a solution to the problem, I noticed the
small coffee table in the room. "Hey, pull that table over here." With the
table in place, I laid down on the couch so that my head and shoulders were
resting on the table. He got the idea and stood over top of me, his cock
held straight down, in an instant. It certainly wasn't the most comfortable
method for dick sucking, but it sure did have a great view. Only about
three or so inches of Donnie could actually enter my mouth, but with balls
dangling on my nose and Donnie exposing his tight anus on every squat, it
didn't really matter all that much, at first anyway.
	"This really isn't working, Justin," he complained standing off to
the side, pushing the table out of the way. I sat back up on the couch,
"How `bout you just kneel on the floor? Yeah like that but lower," he
corrected. I was so low on the ground that I had to arch my back and
support myself with arms behind me to just be stable (much less
comfortable), my semi-flaccid cock brushing the rug. Looking up at him, he
placed one hand on the top of my head and guided his member down the middle
of my face with the other into my waiting mouth. Mumbled moans told my
agreement that this was a much more effective means for eating a dick; with
a simple tilt of the head and a relaxation of the throat and all seven and
half inches of meat easily went down. "Oh yeah!... Now that flows soooo
much better. Suck that dick!" he approved, bobbing up and down. Getting his
groove, he grabbed a clump of hair, dug in, leaned back, put his hand on
his ass and went to town. His cock flew down my throat, his head rolled and
jarred, him sighing, me grunting; it wasn't long before nuts drew up and
his knees quaked. He brought his hand up to his chest (Donnie really
enjoyed having his nipples rubbed, even if it was his hand), thrust down
one final time, letting just one shot of hot spunk hit the back of my
throat before pulling back out and letting the rest flow onto my
tongue. His jiz flew out like water from a fountain; he popped out once
(his knees twitched so much that it was all but impossible to stay in
place), but had enough control that he got back in with only a single
streak of cum on my chest.
	He pulled out finally, a look of complete satisfaction on his
face. Without swallowing, I stood up, embraced Donnie, and rammed my tongue
into his mouth, giving him a taste of his own cum (I, of course, keep some
for myself). We pulled apart and swallowed, a thin gossamer strand still
connecting us.
	"Damn dude, that was well worth the wait," I sighed, wiping the jiz
stain off my chest and picking my boxers up off the floor with my foot.
	"You said a mouth full," Donnie smirked, returning from picking up
his shorts with his deflating dick in hand. "Let's go get some food." We
got dressed, went out for a quick bite, then came back, undressed again and
passed out on the bed.
	A sudden blast of noise from Donnie's alarm clock, and the quick
movement of his arm from around my chest startled me awake. Wood squished
between my ass cheeks told me that Donnie may have been awake, but he
hadn't moved around too much yet. Stretching, I wrapped my arm around him
and his bubble butt a firm squeeze.
	"As much as you know I would love to stay and fuck your brains out,
I can't," he leapt out of bed. "I have practice. I'll be back later this
afternoon, around... maybe fourish. See you then!"  he had gotten dressed
and was out the door with that. Not wanting to move (it was quiet early
after all), I rolled over, feeling Donnie's warmth lingering, and fell back
to sleep.
	The afternoon sun had crept in through the window, landing across
my face and waking me around one. I got up, stretched, popped a few various
joints, scratched my bare ass and went over to Donnie's desk to check some
email. As I sat down I noticed a sticky note attached to the keyboard of
his laptop. `hey bro, no food in fridge. left door unlocked. DON'T BE GONE
TOO LONG. penis (he had dotted the i with a heart)' When my inbox was
cleaned out, I put on some clothes and headed out to grab some lunch.
	I got back to the room after a short post-lunch walk around campus,
with so few people around I was able to take in all the fall scenery. It
was a rather warm October day, the walk had made me sweaty, and as such I
lost my shirt the moment I entered the room. I dicked around on the
internet for a bit, then watched a little TV, but after a couple of hours I
was getting bored.  Restless, I decided to look through some of Donnie's
things (I'm still not sure why I did, it just seemed right or
something). All of the drawers in his dresser were packed with tee-shirts
and shorts, underwear and socks, and even a few dressier clothes. I
rummaged through a few things, admiring his collection of graphic tees and
boxers. I brushed some socks out of the way and caught the corner of a DVD
case. I pulled it out and chuckled a little (mostly at the horrible cliché
I had just stumbled upon). Donnie had hidden porn under his socks, and not
just any porn but hardcore, ball-slapping, gay sailor porn. I threw it into
the player, and flopped down onto the couch. I watched in amazement,
questions racing through my head: Why does he have gay porn? Is he that
into dudes? I thought it was just something to keep him going through the
summer.
	Haft way through the movie, the high quality of the film had me
bonered up pretty good. I unzipped my fly, letting the little guy poke
through. It was well after four, and I was getting way too horny. I wanted
to wait for Donnie, but I couldn't hold out any longer. I unbuttoned my
shorts and started to play with my ball sack. I nearly shit myself when the
door suddenly burst open. I turned to see Donnie standing in the doorway,
hair dripping wet. He smiled, threw his gear down, and dashed over to the
couch without closing the door. He pulled me up by my neck and rammed his
tongue into my mouth.
	My pants slid down to my ankles, "aren't you going to close the
door?" I asked as audibly as I could with him licking the roof of my mouth.
	"There's no one here, and I don't give a fuck," he retorted,
walking us over to the bed. I laid down sideways and propped myself up on
my elbow (I had lost my shorts on the way to the bed), as Donnie muted the
TV (leaving the porn on), and selected a playlist on his computer. I
laughed for the second time that day at his cheesiness. The music was stuff
that I listened to on a regular basis (not like make-out music), but I
could tell that he had chosen these songs specifically for their suggestive
lyrics.
	"What's the matter, don't like my music?" he asked turning around
and tearing his sweaty shirt off over his head.
	"No, actually this is one of my favorite bands, it's just... the
lyrics.  It isn't the usual fucking music, yet it still works."
	"Well I glad that you approve. Now lay back and relax." He dropped
his gym shorts, revealing his soaked jock strap; his meaty cock straining
to be freed. He knelt down by the bed, reached under, and pulled out a
small box. Curious, I sat up on my elbows to see what was in the box. I
couldn't really see into the box that much - he was trying to hide what was
inside – but I did notice a few DVDs and from the looks of it, they were
more pornos, but this time straight porn (Why did hide the gay on in his
socks, I wondered).
	Finally finding what he was looking for, Donnie stood up revealing
the item in question to be a length of cord. He stood by the head of the
bed and threaded the cord around the support bar. He gently pushed me back
down onto the bed.
	"W-what are you are doing?" I worriedly asked, my voice trembling
slightly.
	"Don't worry Justin, I'm not going to hurt you at all. I'm only
going to tie your hands together... loosely. I just want to try something
out." This was weird. Donnie had never taken this kind of inchoative in bed
before. I had always been the one to suggest new things, and it had never
been anything like this. I didn't like it too much, but I trusted Donnie,
so I let him do what he wanted.
	"There. Comfortable?" he asked knelling over me, his task complete.
	"As much as I possibly could be like this I guess."
	"Good. Now, this is going to go how I want it to. You good with
that?" He was demanding and firm, but compassionate at the same time.
	"I guess..." a cruel grimace crossed his face. "I mean... y-yes?
...Y-yes sir."
	 He smiled and ran his hands up my exposed sides, leaving streaks
of filth in their wake (a product of a dirty rugby practice). He pressed
his hot, sweaty body against mine; each muscle was moist and stuck to my
skin. He nibbled at my ear and ran his dirt encrusted hands through my
hair.
	"Uhm... so what brought this on?" I asked as Donnie ran his tongue
down around my neck and up to my lips.
	"Like I said, just wanted to try something new. Now, get to work."
He sifted and shoved his arm pit into my face. I nearly suffocated from all
the hair and the putrid stench, he knew that it reeked, but he also knew
that it would turn me on like nothing else. I kissed and licked at his pits
taking in the musky odor from his work out, my dick growing hard with each
passing second.
	"Hhmmm... you're doing a good job, but your talents could be put to
better use in other places." He sat up, his skin peeling off of mine, and
squatted over my face, cotton covered balls at my chin. "Now rim me, get my
hole wet with more than just sweat."
	His sexy ass hung above me, barely spread apart from the way in
which he was squatting. I strained my neck against the restraints, pushing
Donnie's cheeks apart with mine.  With my tongue extended as far as
possible with my neck strained, I began to spread Donnie's ass sweat
around, savoring the salty flavor and musty stink.
	"Umm, yeah Baby. Use that tip. Get in that ass."
	Unable to do any better, I circled Donnie's anus with the tip of my
tongue, flicked back and forth, and pushed into him the few millimeters
that I was able. A drop of something cold and wet, whether it was sweat or
precum, fell on my chin from Donnie's jock.
	He moaned softly and, without saying anything, got up from the
bed. With only a smile, he quietly removed the soaked jockstrap letting it
fall with a moist thump to the floor, his raging wood springing
forth. Taking a knee, he rummaged through the box. He removed a few items
from it, keeping them out of my field of vision, and quickly knelt at the
foot of the bed.
	"Legs up," he commanded.
	As I lifted my legs, he moved under them, let them come to rest on
his shoulders.  Craning my neck, I was able to see Donnie holding a small
rubber ring and smile.
	"W-what do you think you're going to do with that?" I asked in a
shaky tone.
	"I'm just going to place it around your balls. And no talking!" he
bellowed. He placed the ring over my hard dick, pulling the ball sack and
both testicles through the ring carefully. The tight ring constricted my
manhood, effectively making my hard-on ever harder and almost painful.
	"Damn this hurts," I exclaimed, pain shooting through my dick. "Why
do I have to ware this thing?"
	"There really is no stopping you from talking, is there?" I flashed
a smile through the pain.  "So be it, and I've told you, trying some new
things." He ripped open a condom and rolled it over his stiff dick.
	"What are you doing that for? I may have been with a few strangers,
but you know that I always wear condoms with strangers."
	"Yeah, but so have I. And I may not have been as careful once or
twice," he admitted. "I just want to make sure that we stay safe,
together."
	Donnie reached back down between my legs. Click. I heard the
opening of some type of tube. I stretched my neck even more to see what he
was doing, but unable to catch a glimpse I relaxed back down. Then a cold,
wet sensation on my anus sent a shiver all through my body.  Quickly
looking up, I saw Donnie rubbing the cold lube into my ass with his index
and middle fingers, and then applying some more to his protected cock.
	"Great, now I'm going to be farting lube for a week," I
exaggerated.
	"Oh, Shut up! Its water based, so only two, three hours tops,"
Donnie joked with a chuckle. He wiped his hand off on a nearby dirty towel
and gave my ass a hard slap, causing the cock ring to send a wave of pain
through my body once more.
	He grabbed hold of my ankles, forcing them higher, my toes pressed
against the top bunk. Lining himself up, Donnie's seven and half inches
slid into my lubed ass. The lube only made it easier for the stud of a man
to enter me fully; I could still feel every pulsating vain pressed against
my anal walls.
	He bottomed out, his thick pubes intermingling with my lube covered
ass hair, he took a couple of quick strokes, bottomed out once more (my
cock throbbing in unison with the member in my ass), his gorgeous green
eye's lock onto mine and he smirked.
	He leaned forward, leveraging on his knees, and started to his
work. Thrusting his hips at break neck speed, Donnie rammed his manhood
balls deep into my hole, nuts creating loud slapping noises on the slick
lube with every thrust. Cock ring seemingly growing tighter with every
passing second, my mind drifted to the thought of the open door. I wanted
to scream out, but also not wanting to be caught made me resist. Biting my
lower lip in both pleasure and pain and grimacing, I moaned as quietly as I
could.
	"Just fucking scream dude!" Donnie barked, obviously noticing the
pain I was in. "We're the only ones here! You can be as load as you need
to."
     The primal scream filled the empty hall, echoing down every hall and
empty stair well. "God Damn! This thing hurts! But your fucking hot cock
feels so fucking good! Hell yeah! Ram that Ass!"
	 "That's what I fucking like to hear!"
	Donnie quickened his fucking now that I was fully into it. My rock
hard dick flailed in every direction with the force of his fucking, sending
pre cum everywhere, and even smacking into Donnie's abs every so often as
his dick blitzkrieged into my ass.
	Screams now a constant roar, I barely heard Donnie give his
command. "Shut that shit up and get on your knees," he demanded, pulling
out and placing a foot on the floor.
	Panting, I rolled over and up onto my knees. My bound wrists
pressing my face into the pillow; I moved my face up as best I could so
that I could breathe more comfortably through my nose. Donnie saddled up
close to ass and pushed down on my hips to better align my hole with his
dick. He re-entered me in one quick motion. Not wasting a second, Donnie
rhythmically pistoned in and out, up and down to the beat for the music (I
didn't really catch what the song was, there was a lot on my mind). As his
rhythm changed with the song, I moaned more deeply, the pillow muffling
them to dull fragments of passion.
	"You like that, man?" he asked, seeking approval. I moaned more
deeply in agreement, but it must not have been enough for Donnie. "I asked
you if liked it!" he bellowed, delivering a harsh slap on the ass.
	"Fuck Yes!" I grunted out as loud as possible into the pillow.
	"That's better!" another slap. "You answer when I ask you a
question."
	The tempo changed, and with it the frequency of his strokes; he
continued to slap my ass every now and then. With the cock ring on, my junk
was swinging wildly back and forth to his rhythm, long threads of pre cum
landing where they may on the bed below. Donnie shifted his weight forward
and suddenly my dick stopped swinging; his dick moving in and out of my ass
side to side, and his hand moving up and down on my dick sent me into new
realms of pleasure, even the cock ring was beginning to feel good.
	"Fucking God Damn It Shit Bitches! Work those dicks"
	"You like that, Babe?"
	"I fucking love it!" I pulled up on the restraints, causing great
pain but freeing my face from the pillow, and let go of another primal
scream.
	Body trembling with waves of... everything, I knew I wouldn't last
must longer. Donnie, sensing my need to cum, pulled out.
	"On your back!" I quickly flipped, lifted my ankles, and he dove
back in his weight still forward. All rhythm was gone we were both ready to
bust. Donnie tensed, and reached back for my dick. I felt him cum into the
rubber moments before his jacking sent my hot load across my torso and
face.
	He pulled out, lick every drop of white jiz off my quaking body,
and came up for one final passionate, cum soaked kiss. Unbinding my hands,
he collapsed into me. I wrapped my swore arms around him and we kissed once
more.
	Rising from our embrace Donnie spoke, "I love you, Justin."
	I responded quickly, although a little taken aback, "I love you
too."
	"I don't th... I don't think I ever want to be with anyone else,
ever. You are all I need."
	"What are you saying?"
	"Are you that dense from the fucking? I'm saying that I want to be
your man and you mine. Like a relationship... or something. Is this too
gay?"
	 "You mean... you mean to say that you're gay now? Is that why you
have the hidden porn and have been having sex with guys at parties?"
	"Ever since that fishing trip during the summer, I've been way more
in to guys. I thought it might have just been something with you, but I've
been notice guys more around campus. Not that I'm not still into girls too,
you know." He sat up on one knee. "I just don't think I want to be with
someone other than you"
	"I can't say that I haven't thought about ever... And really it
wouldn't be any different than what we have now. We would just be open and
exclusive. And really, who better to have for a boyfriend –fuck does
that sound weird talking about you – than your best friend?"
	"Man will we have a lot to explain back home," Donnie half joked.
	"Well, my parents already know that I'm gay, but yeah this will be
big."
	"We'll worry about that later. Fuck am I hungry! Let's get showers
and get some dating on," he chuckled and got up for a clean towel. We took
a shower (yes the same stall), and went out for some food, awkwardly
holding hands while walking and during the meal.
	Rick came back the next day before I left. We all hung out for a
couple of hours before I had to be off. I regretted leaving my new beau,
but I had to be back in class on Monday. I gathered my things and said bye
to Rick.
	"And I'll see you on the next break, babe," I wrapped Donnie in a
big hug (he was shirtless, one last ogle for a while) and planted a big
kiss on him. "Talk to you soon." I caught a look at Rick's expression as I
left, pure shock. I knew that they too would have a long talk.

Sorry this took so long to get done, major writer's block. I hope it's
still good.

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