Date: Thu, 1 Jun 2006 10:17:18 -0700 (PDT) From: Harry Rod Subject: My Exhibitionist Roommate - Chapter 11 On the way back to the dorm, Mike told me to open my shorts. I did. Looking at my shaved crotch, made me think of all the stuff he and Todd had done to me and I started getting hard again. Mike smiled as he saw my reaction. "We are going to have lots of fun with that," he said nodding to my cock. "Like what?" I asked eagerly, taking hold of my growing cock enjoying the feel of it as it swelled in my hand. "Oh, you will have to wait and see." He grinned as he said that and then he reached over and took my cock from me and squeezed it. I moaned and pushed up into his hand. He laughed then and said, "But it doesn't including cumming in the car. Yet," he said with a big grin on his face. He gave my cock a couple of strokes and I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his hand on my cock. It still amazed me to have a guy holding my cock. He moved his hand down and cupped my balls. "They feel so great without any hair," he gave them a gentle squeeze, "don't you think?" "My whole crotch seems more sensitive. Like everything, every touch, every feeling is magnified ten times." I still had my eyes closed as I relished the feel of his warm hand on my balls. It made me think of when he had me "ping" my balls and I felt them tighten up a bit at that thought. "Just wait until we get a little bengay on them," he chuckled again. I winced at the thought of that. I had accidentally gotten some on my crotch once and it had burned like hell. "Have you ever had bengay on your balls?" I wondered out loud. He took his eyes off of the road for a moment and looked at me with that twinkle in his eyes. "Yes, my brothers did it to me a couple of times. Actually, they made me do it to myself. Burns like shit! I thought I was going to lose my dick and balls. But the great thing is that it doesn't do any damage and a little be can be very stimulating." "It can?" I asked incredulously. "Sure, if you are hard and put just a bit on area below the head of your cock, as it heats up your cock swells and feels so wonderfully hot! Pun intended. My brothers and I used to watch porn together and would have sessions with bengay. "One time we were having a contest on who could put the most on their cock and balls. Each of us started with just a dab - applied to our finger by another brother to make sure the amounts were consistent. "Each one put a bit more on in turn and we would wait a minute or so as the burn developed and then add more. "We were all so macho competitive that we kept trying to outdo the other one." "Who won?" I asked as my cock twitched at the thought. "We all did or no one did. We kept going until we had lathered our cock and balls with it and even put a bit around our holes. None of us had anyplace else to put it. We had tears in our eyes as we waited for the burn to pass. "There is nothing you can do to reduce the heat either. Wiping it off does nothing and putting water on it only makes it seems like it is burning more. I tried all those things the first time and my brother just sat and laughed at me." "Sound painful!" "It is, but we were trying to prove our manhood. I know it sounds stupid, but we were so competitive we would do almost anything to out do the others." "When we first talked about this, you said you had only done something with your brothers once or twice. But now you have told me all kinds of stories about what you have done." "You were so new to what we were talking about; I didn't want to freak you out." He looked over at me and smiled I had opened my eyes staring at him to see if he was telling the truth, "I wanted to break you into this slowly." "You call this slow!?" I said, thinking of everything that had happened in the last week. He laughed and said, "Well, let's see. We haven't rimmed or fucked. That's two." "What's rimmed?" He nearly went off the road he laughed so hard, "It's called rimming." He was stopped at a red light and he turned to watch my reaction as he told me, "It is when you lick a guy's asshole." I took in what he said, and then as my hole closed tight my mouth made a big "O" "And this is a good thing?" I asked wondered. "I think so," he said, moving his hand and squeezing my cock again. I moaned and tried to imagine, first what it would feel like to have someone licking my hole. My hole closed tightly at the thought and then I thought about what it felt like when Mike and Todd had played around with my hole. My cock swelled in Mike's hand at the thought and I moaned again. Then I wondered what it would be like to have my tongue on Mike's hole. I remembered tasting it briefly while exploring him. I remember how much I enjoyed the smell of him down there and knew this was something I wanted to try - both giving and receiving. By this time we were entering the parking lot at the dorms, with my parents right behind us. "Mike, I can't get out of the car with a hard-on. My parents are right behind us!" I loved his chuckle, but right then I didn't know how to appreciate it. "You know how to get rid of it. You learned it well," he said as he parked the car. I was panicking and breathing faster. He looked at me and saw my panic. "Just ping your balls or I can squeeze then for you." I quickly took hold of my left ball and flicked my index finger at it and the quickly did the right one before I could register the pain from the first one. Then it hit and I felt it rush up from my balls to my gut and back. I doubled over and cupped my balls. Then I quickly pushed my now softening cock and balls back into my shorts, zipped up and then buttoned up as Mike got out of the car. Mike was almost giggling as he opened the trunk and took out my gym bag that held my few belongings. He carried it while my Dad and Mom walked into the dorm with me. Just as we were getting to our room, I felt a wave of panic again. What had I left in my room? What was on my computer screen? Mike was opening the door and my folks were walking in as I felt my heart speed up. I heard my Mom say, "Oh, my," and I thought I would pass out right there. "You boys certainly keep a neat and clean room," she was saying as I walked in behind them. I looked around the room, thinking that maybe we were in the wrong room, because no one would ever call our room neat or clean. But it was our room, but not like I had ever seen it. I don't think it looked this organized we first moved in. The beds were made and the desks were neat and organized. The bulletin board didn't hold any of the usual notices of parties or my photos of girls. I was glad they were gone anyway. I almost laughed. A picture of my Mom and Dad and one of my dog was pinned to the board, with my schedule of classes and a list of assignments. Mike's side of the room looked similar. His board had a picture of his brothers and him at the beach and one of his entire family, a holiday picture. "I thought I was going to have to spend the afternoon cleaning up your room. It certainly doesn't look like your Father's room at college. In his room, you couldn't see the floor for the litter of dirty clothes. And he had all these posters; posters of bands and nearly naked women. I must say, I am amazed." She was looking at every aspect of the room as she scanned it, one finger alone the side of her face as if she was appraising a new real estate listing. I kept my mouth shut, because I didn't know what to say. "Well, since I don't have to do that, your Father and I will go out and do some shopping for you two," she said as she turned to look from Mike to me. "How about we take you two out for a final dinner before we head back home tomorrow?" "That would be wonderful, Mary," Mike said. How and when he had switched to calling my Mom by her first name, I don't know. My parents left the room and when the door closed, I turned to Mike and said, "Thanks! You saved my ass!" I was going to lose it again. Mike was just too good to me. He looked at me, then he walked over and put his arms around me and squeezed. "Hey, I have parents, too. I know what Mom's like to see. You would have done the same. I hope you don't mind that I went through your stuff." I squeezed back and squeezed my eyes tight to hold back the emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. I could have held onto him for a long time, but he broke the hug and pushed me back, holding onto my shoulders. "You look wiped out and I am sure that being tired and weak is not helping your emotional state. Why don't you take a nap until dinner time?" He stepped back then and began stripping out of his clothes. "Ah, that feels better," he said scratching his crotch as he got naked. He didn't leave the clothes on the floor, though. He took them to the closet and put them on hangers and pegs there. I liked looking at him naked. I liked the way his ass flexed as he moved, how the muscles moved across his chest and back and best of all I like the way his cock and balls moved as he walked back towards me. "What? You're not going to get naked anymore?" He stood with his hands on his hips looking at me. It clicked and I came back from my admiration of his body. I took off my shirt and shorts. I hung mine up as well. We looked into the bags my parents had given us. There were boxer shorts, shorts, t-shirts, socks, a pair of pants, a dress shirt and, of course, handkerchiefs. They didn't all match, but they were similar colors and styles. My parents! I put away my stuff thinking about how great they had been about everything, especially my dad. When I turned to head back to my bed, Mike was lying on his bed. He patted his bed and said, "Why don't you lie down over here?" with a sly smile on his face. I smiled myself as I moved towards his bed and climbed up beside him. He indicated I should put my back to him, so he could spoon behind me. He had one arm under my head and once I was in position, he scooted up close behind me and wrapped his other hand around me. He had gotten my pillow, so my head rested on it as well as his arm and his rested on his pillow. I loved the warmth of his body. His free hand traced up my thigh and then over to my stomach. He left it resting there. "This feels great," I said, settling back into him more. "Yes, it does," he whispered into my ear. I lay like that feeling him breathe behind me and relishing his presence. I was thinking of how my life had changed in the last week as I slipped off to sleep. I woke to him gently shaking me, "Time to wake up, sleepy head." He had moved from behind me and was crouched over me looking at my face when I opened my eyes. My eyes fluttered a couple of times, getting the sleep out as I focused on his face. He was smiling and I couldn't help but smile as well. He leaned in closer and brushed his lips across mine. I pushed up with my head trying to increase the pressure, but he said, "Not now, we have to get ready for dinner." He reached down and stroked my heavy cock. "I know what I want for dinner," I said reaching for his cock. He smiled wickedly and said, "Maybe for dessert," he pulled away and got off of the bed. I stretched on the bed and then propped my head on my hand and watched him move. "I think I would like that. And there are lots of things I want to try," I said thinking of my earlier thoughts of rimming. We actually dressed up a bit, khakis with long sleeve shirts, with socks and shoes. He combed my hair and smelled my breath and gave me a mint. It felt so wonderful having him around, like the big brother I had always imagined. He clapped me on the shoulder as we headed out the door, "I have to look after you, or otherwise your Dad will beat the shit out of me." I turned to look at him, but he just pushed me out the door. Dinner was a nice steak dinner and there was a nice discussion over dinner, with my folks finding out more about Mike, his family, his major, his studies, etc. My Dad embarrassed me with stories of when I was a kid, like the time when I was 10, on a soccer team, when some of the players from the other team pulled my shorts, leaving me standing on the field in my jock strap and shirt. Or how embarrassed I was when I had to buy my first jock strap. It was very nice to have my parents so accepting of Mike. Mike seemed to enjoy himself as well. And I know I was lost in a fantasy of imaging this same type of situation 6 or 8 years from now, with Mike and I still together. It was so great to think about that, but I had no idea what Mike would think about that. They dropped us back at the dorm, said their goodbyes. They handed us each a big bag of stuff they had bought, Then it was Mom crying and Dad patting me on the back and shaking hands with Mike. They were heading back home first thing in the morning. Mike made me take the old clunky elevator up to the room. That was twice in one day and was very unusual for us. But he said, he wanted me to save my strength and grinned. As soon as we were in the room, Mike turned to me and started taking my clothes off. He stripped off my clothes and threw them to the floor. I was still a bit shy about being so much the center of attention while naked. My cock started to swell again. I reached down to hide it and Mike told me not to. He sat on his bed and looked at me for a bit, then he stood and nearly ripped his own clothes off getting naked. I was hard by the time he was done. His clothes had joined mine on the floor. My heart was thumping in my chest as I took in the site of his naked body. He stood when he was naked and looked at me, "Now what was it you wanted to try?" He looked eager as he licked his lips and looked me up and down. I looked down at my feet and mumbled, "Rimming." "Speak up. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Just tell me what it is." I cleared my throat and said a bit louder, "Rimming." He smiled and said, "That's a good place to start. Why don't I show you how it should be done," and he smiled again and licked his lips again. "Lay down on your bed on your back." I did as I was told and Mike moved up onto the bed between my legs. He took my legs and pushed them up and then back, "Now hold them back there and keep your butt open just like that." He ran his fingers up and down my crack and I shivered. He looked me in the eyes as he lowered his face to my crack. He kept eye contact with me as he stuck out his tongue and touched my hole. Wow, what a sensation! My mouth opened wide and Mike smiled and then lowered his head and concentrated on his task. He began to licking my crack and then swirled around my hole. His warm breath on my hole just added to all the of the sensations. I was moaning as he worked his tongue around my hole and then pushed in on the hole with his tongue. At first, I tightened up my hole, but as he continued to lap, I relaxed and he began working his tongue into my hole. I sucked in breath then and thought I was going to explode. I heard him chuckle and work his tongue deeper into my hole. He did this for a while and I became lost in the pleasure of it. I was wet and dripping as he stopped and pulled my legs down. I whined and wanted more. "Your turn," he said as he moved up away from between my legs. He moved over and lay down on his bed on his back and pulled his legs up and raised his hips, exposing his hole to me. It was wonderful to see. He made it tighten and loosen as I watched. I was mesmerized. His cock was rock hard as he looked between his legs at me. What a sight. I licked my lips and moved over and got on the bed. I lined up on his crack and put my face lower and lower, enhaling as I went, taking in his scent. I liked the hint of sweat and musk and Mike. I tentatively licked up and down his crack. He shuddered. I loved the feeling of my tongue running over the hairs there. I went down and put my tongue on his hole. I had done this quickly before when he allowed me to explore his body. This time I left it there longer and then brought it back to experience the taste. I wanted more. I put my head back and my tongue back on his hole. I lapped at his hole getting all of the taste I could of it. I was wild. It was nothing like what I had imagined. I liked this and it was obvious that Mike was enjoying it as well. He continued to moan, gasp and shudder as I worked on his hole. He relaxed and I realized I could go deeper. I was forcing my tongue into his hole, deeper and deeper, letting it dart it in and out. I kept this up, getting deeper and deeper and getting completely lost in the tastes and smells. After a while, I heard a long drawn out moan start and raised up to look, "Don't stop!" Mike said and I lowered my head back down and went back to my duties. The moan continued until I heard a gasp and his hole tightened up. I felt a shudder go through his body and knew. He had been jerking his cock and he had cum. Soon, I heard a sigh and he began lowering his legs forcing me away from his hole. "Wow, you are a quick learner and a great rimmer." He was still gathering his breath, breathing raggedly. I smiled, "I had a great teacher." I looked at his cum covered chest, "But you got to cum and I didn't. When is my turn?" He dipped a finger into his cum and brought up to my lips, "Not yet. Don't want to put any stress on you, yet." He smiled and wiped up another gob and put it in his own mouth. I smiled and opened my mouth. He brought more to my mouth and I licked his fingers clean. We alternated doing this until we had eaten all of his cum. "Time for a snack. What is it going to be tonight? Your choice: Burgers, Chinese, Japanese, Mexican, BBQ, Thai, what?" "Wow, when you mentioned Mexican, I thought of Chicken Mole, but then you said, Thai and I thought of Chicken Curry. Man, I don't know, but I am hungry." I thought for a minute, then smiled. Then I laughed, "I guess I better not have Mexican if you are going to be eating my ass again." I laughed some more at the look on his face. "Order us some Japanese food. I have to go take a piss!" I realized I really did have to go. He laughed, opened one of the drawers in his closet and pulled out an empty coke can. "Here use this." He handed me the can. I looked at the can and then at him and back to the can. I took it from him and held it below my cock. Nothing happened for a bit and he said, "Think of Niagara Falls." I closed my eyes and began to picture the falls and the noise and soon I was pissing in the can. I opened my eyes to make sure I was hitting the opening. That reminded me of my question. "What do you do with all the ones you have pissed in?" He did his little chuckle, "Well, you won't believe this, but I take the full cans and leave them in a men's room toilet stall in the library and then later get a replacement can from some guy." It was the first time I had seen him look the least bit sheepish. "Explain that a little more." I said as I finished pissing in the can. "I take the can and leave it behind the toilet bowl in the last stall in the third floor men's room. If I go back a couple of hours later or early the next morning, there is a full diet coke can of piss." "And you don't know who the guy is?" "No. One day, I had been studying in the library and had to take a leak and was in the middle of something, so I put my cock can under the table and filled it up. Then later I took it into the men's room. I sat it down while I took a dump and forgot about it. Then a couple hours later, I stopped back by as I remembered it and there was a diet coke can and it was full of warm piss." "And what do you do with this guy's piss?" "Actually, a couple of things." He was being his usual self now and was boldly telling the story. "The first time, I just took the can and poured it over my crotch as I sat there on the toilet." He looked at me and smiled. "I got so hard having some stranger's piss poured over my cock, that I sat right there and jerked off with the squishy sound of my pounding my piss soaked cock." "You said, first time. How many times and what else have you done?" "Once or twice a week, I will drop off a can and then get a can. I have brought them back here and taken then to the shower and poured them over me while standing naked in the shower. Turns me on and I stand there and jerk off. Other times I have tasted it." He looked sheepish again. "And what does it taste like?" I asked a bit incredulous. He got a big smile again, "That you will have to find out for yourself." And he slapped me on the shoulder and laughed. He handed me a container, like a thermos that held the can just barely and I put the lid on. He went over and called in the order. He picked up the clothes and put them in the corner. He then had me sit on the bed and he checked over my bruises and my eye. He put some medicine on it and said it was continuing to get better. "It's all the special treatment you keep giving me." I laughed. He was putting away the supplies when there was a knock on the door. He reached over and got some money, handed it to me and motioned to the door. I started to reach for my shorts and he said, "No!" I looked at him and again made that stupid "O" with my mouth. My mouth got very dry as I headed towards the door. As always, thanks for the comments and suggestions, they are always appreciated. I enjoying hearing how far the story has traveled, guys from which countries are reading it and identifying with it. Harryrod575@yahoo.com Have fun harry