Date: Sun, 03 Sep 2000 17:50:50 EDT From: Lil Guy Subject: Private School Roommate - Part 2 Private School Roommate - Part 2 ============================================================ "Can I fuck you?" I froze at Blake's question. I was scared. I admit too, I didn't really understand what he was asking me. I hadn't much experience with gay sex... well with sex at all really, and what he was asking of me just didn't make any sense. Then it started to dawn on me what he wanted. "I... I don't know Blake," I whispered back to him in the darkness. "Won't that hurt?" "I don't know, man. John, I... I don't want to hurt you but I still..." I wanted nothing more than to please him, to make my hero feel as good as possible. I looked at him in the pale blue light of the moon, listened to our breathing against the quiet hum of the residence furnace pumping warm air into our room. I saw only beauty in his pale eyes. I stroked his dark hair, and traced my hand across his strong, square jaw, brushing the stubble with the tips of my fingers. Blake had rescued me, he was my knight, my protector. I wanted to please him. I wanted to let him try. "I want you Blake. I want you to fuck me," I kissed him. He answered back, his lips tangling with mine, his stubble rubbing against my smooth hairless face. He got out of his sitting position and lifted me off his lap and lay me on my back on the bed. I turned over onto my stomach to give him better access. He laid himself on top of me and rested his cock along the crack of my ass. I felt his hardness against me, and his firm, muscled body crushing my slight frame. "Am I... am I too heavy. You're such a little guy, I don't want to hurt you," he whispered. "Yeah. God, yeah. Please. Just hold me, Blake. Please?" I felt him bring his arms around me and hug me as he nibbled on my ear, probing it with his tongue. I moaned gently as he slowly humped his cock along the crack of my ass. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he whispered through the darkness. "We don't have to. I don't... I would never make you do something you didn't want to. Do you still want it?" "Yes." He slowly pulled himself off of me, kissing the back of my neck as he got up. He positioned the head of his hard member against my hole and pushed, gently increasing the pressure. It felt good, but I was really tense. Afraid. Nothing happened. His dick didn't go in. It just pushed firmly at my hole without opening me up. "Shhhh, relax." "I'm sorry, Blake. I'm sorry, I'm just really nervous. I'm so sorry." "Don't be sorry. Don't. I... John, I... don't be sorry." "Maybe if you get it wet first..." He paused, considering this for a moment, then I felt him shifting his body around behind me. I felt his face move down to where my ass was. He let a small glob of spit wet my hole. He then used his finger to rub it in. I moaned with pleasure as he gently probed me. Taking this as encouragement he put more spit on my hole and gently pushed his finger in. The strange feeling of penetration was quickly converted to one of ecstasy as he slid easily in. He added more spit and began to push in and out of my hole. I was writhing with pleasure, moaning into the pillow I held my face over trying to be as quiet as possible. Blake carried on for a few minutes as I became more and more used to the sensation. I never knew anything could feel as good as that. I unconsciously began to push back on his finger, fucking myself against his hand. I vaguely heard his breathing become more heavy as he too moaned, trying to push himself into me deeper and deeper. Finally after several minutes of intense pleasure, he pulled his finger out, leaving me empty and panting, exhausted from the excitement. Blake got up on his knees while I lay still on the bed. I listened as he lubed his big cock up with more of his spit. I felt his large body move up the bed and over me. He positioned his left hand next to my shoulder, and his weight made that part of the mattress sink, causing me to tilt slightly. I listened to the silence in the building as I looked out the window at the blue light of the moon. I breathed in the smell of the pillow. Blake's pillow. Blake's scent. I tried to still my breathing. I could hear nothing except for my heart beating heavily in my head. Silence echoed in the halls of the residence. I felt Blake's cock position itself on my hole. And Blake pushed in. An intense pain burned its way through the ring of my ass hole as Blake pushed his well-lubed cock all the way into the hole. I groaned in pain as I felt my sphincter muscle clench tightly around his big hard cock. I felt it slip so easily through, while at the same time it hurt so much. I bit into my pillow as tears welled-up in my eyes, trying not to cry out for fear of waking the other boys in the residence. I vaguely heard Blake's breathing intensify and become more ragged as he shoved his prick all the way into me. He whimpered as he bottomed-out; I felt his balls press against my ass cheeks and his cock filled me. The pain was still there, but it slowly began to fade, revealing another sensation underneath, a sensation of pure pleasure. I could feel him touching places deep within me, places I never realised were there. He then slowly lowered himself onto my body, crushing me once more. He brought his rock hard arms around my body again and held me to him, while his cock rested inside of me. He kissed my neck gently and then realised that there were tears on my cheeks. "Are you... are you okay?" he whispered worriedly as he began to pull out of me. "Don't pull out. Please. You feel so good. Please." He lowered himself onto me again, and I felt his cock slip back in to the hilt. I moaned, my body tensed to the incredible sensations that were overpowering my body. I had never felt anything so intense as this. I wanted to absorb him to take him into me. I felt like he wasn't deep enough, I wanted to take his whole body into me, to absorb him, to feel every inch of his hard body, to grope and feel and possess every muscle. "God. You feel so good," he whispered in a strained voice. I could sense that he was trying not to push, afraid that he might hurt me. "I think... John, I love you." I felt a tear fall against my cheek as Blake whispered into my ear. "I love you so much it fucking hurts." "Fuck me, Blake. Please." Blake held me tighter as he began to gently hump my ass. He didn't pull out, he just pushed his already buried cock deeper into my ass, moving it about inside of me. I moaned into the pillow as his cock touched the nerves deep inside of me, making me shake with pleasure. His cock felt huge within me, filling me so completely. He then slowly began to pull his shaft out of my ass, the friction throwing another wave of joy through me. Then, carefully, gingerly, he began to push back in, his breathing was ragged and nervous. I moaned again as he descended into my depths. Encouraged by my moans, Blake began to go faster, still trying to control himself, for fear of hurting me. I could hear him whimpering as I clenched the muscles of my ass around his cock, trying to increase both my pleasure and his. He pushed in and out of me, and I writhed beneath him, grabbing his arms and pulling them around me, bringing his whole weight down on my body, groping his strong arms, feeling his big callused hands rubbing against my flesh. Blake began to fuck me faster and faster, and I began to push against him again, humping my ass back, trying to take more and more of him into me. Pretty soon we both began to lose control. Blake threw his cock into me over and over again until he finally began pounding my ass, bottoming out each time. I felt his balls bounce against me as he repeatedly hit a spot deep inside my body that threw me into a state of ecstatic joy. We were consumed by the rapture of this moment, this sharing of our bodies. We felt like one being, like one body, as he pistoned in and out of me, and as I pushed back to take him over and over again. I could feel him breathing in my ear as we both panted and ecstatically whispered incomprehensible nonsense to each other. His breathing started to become more and more ragged as his thrusts became more and more rapid. I couldn't feel the individual thrusts anymore he was going so fast, all I could feel was a deep glow of pleasure radiating through my body as he ploughed me faster and harder. His breathing became more and more rapid as he crashed down on my body over and over again, his huge muscular, sweating mass pounding me into the mattress as I moaned and groaned along with him until finally he lost all control and he buried his mouth and his cries and his whimpers into the meat of my shoulders as he came and came deep within me, erupting, filling me with his hot molten seed. As he came I felt like I did too, but not through my cock, I felt like I was having an orgasm deep in my guts as the glow of pleasure from his fucking exploded outwards consuming both he and myself in its radiant glory, blotting out everything but the sensation of our joining, as if in that one moment the entire world had ceased to exist and the darkness of the building was wiped out in that explosion of love and rhapsody. The world had stopped, everything had stopped in the brilliant white light of our climax. Nothing existed in that timeless place that Blake and I, that our tangled bodies and souls occupied. Slowly though, sadly, the world started to shift back, as we descended from that beautiful epiphany. Soon I became aware of the mattress underneath me, and Blake's heaving chest against my back. Our sweat mingled between us. As if coming back from unconsciousness, Blake began to stir. He began kissing the back of my neck. I shivered at the feeling of his stubble against my ultra sensitive skin. He hugged me again, held me deep in his arms. Slowly he pulled out of me, his now flaccid, but still large member popped out of my ass eliciting moans from both of us. He gently rolled to my side, and I shifted closer to the wall to give him space on the tiny bed. We kissed intensely, coming down from our high. I cuddled up to him, and he held me in his arms again. We could feel our distinctive bodies again, felt the separation of our bodies, feel the skin between us. We kissed and held each other, trying to recapture the moments in which we had been one, afraid that we would forget what that magic had felt like. Soon, inevitably we fell asleep. We held each other all night, afraid that if we let go, the other person would disappear. When morning finally came, the breaking sun shone through the window of our room. The glossily painted white concrete walls were so stark in the intense yellow light. So different from the pale blue darkness we had made love in the night before. I opened my eyes and took it all in. I felt Blake against me. His breathing was strong and slow. I looked up at his sleeping face, stubble shadowed his face. He looked so peaceful. He was so beautiful, his square jaw, his dark sleep-messed hair, and his soft, gentle expression. He was an angel. He loved me. He had said it to me so fervently last night in the darkness, during our passionate love-making, but now, in the bright light of the morning the thought seemed peculiar. Alien. What had happened last night in the darkness, what would it mean here in the harsh light of day? To be continued...