Date: Tue, 25 Apr 2006 03:49:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My exhibitionist roommate - Chapter 8

"He did and we did and he has asked me over a couple of other times."

I couldn't process all of this again.  I needed to sit down.  I said I
wanted this and liked it, but this evening had really ripped shreds in my
reality of myself.

I must have nearly fallen down to the bed because Mike looked at me and
asked what was wrong.  "Mike, let's not look at those pictures quite yet.
I don't know if my head can handle it right now.  It has been a wild
night!"

He chuckled a bit, "Tim, it's okay.  I understand.  Up until you can cum,
you'll do anything, think anything, say anything to let the moment happen.
Once it does, then your cock doesn't care any more and lets your mind take
back control.  It tries to come to grips with everything that you just did
because your cock told you to."

He moved over and sat down next to me, "I'll tell you what, you just sit
there and listen.  I'll tell you about that guy and anything else you want
to know about.  Okay?" he said as he turned and looked me in the face.

What he had said made so much sense about where my mind was.  For a moment,
I didn't pay much attention to what he was saying as I rewound what had
just happened over the last several hours.  I shuddered and tried to focus
on Mike's words.  Not a shudder of disgust, but of amazement.  I had really
done all that?

"... So he took my cock in his mouth and," Mike was saying and I
interrupted him.

"Wait, back up, I missed something.  I was off someplace else."  He placed
his hand on my thigh and looked at me again.  I got up and moved away.
"Mike, let's cool it for a moment, please."  I was mixed up again.

"Okay, gets some clothes on and let's go for a walk."  He rose from the bed
and moved towards his closet.  "We will leave the scene of the crime."  He
turned and looked at me, "Unless you want to be by yourself?"

"No!  I need someone with me and yes I think walking will do me some good."

We got dressed on our own sides of the room and when dressed left the room
and dorm with out saying much.  Outside as we headed down one of the darker
paths, he put his arm around my shoulders and said, "Tim, what's up?  You
look like something is still troubling you?  I thought you had talked
through all of this."

He made me feel like a little brother and he was taking me under his wing
to help me. It actually made me feel better.  I liked the feel of his arm
on my shoulders.  "Mike, yes, we talked about this and I know what we were
doing felt great and awesome and I want more of it.  But I still have to
get through my head the changes that I am going through and," I stopped and
looked at him in the face, "and the things you are having me do."

I looked at him for a bit and then said, "You have made me do things I
would have never done.  Stuff that I can't believe I did because you told
me to.  But you are very compelling and," I paused again, "I like having
you tell me what to do.  Does that make me weird?"

He smiled just a bit and said, "No, Tim, it is just the way you are wired.
Some guys like to tell other what to do, others like to be told and some
like to do both.  I don't know yet if you will get off on telling someone
what to do, but we will find that out. Tim, that is, if you want to
continue on.  You went from a shy quiet guy to this wild exhibitionist gay
horny dude in a very short time.  That would knock anyone for a loop.  If
all of this is too much for you; let me know and I'll back off."

"Mike, I don't know.  It is so different, so wild, as you say, so amazing,
so mind-fucking-unbelievable, that I don't know if this is me."

He looked at me and then took my hand and placed it on his crotch.  I
looked around to see if anyone was nearby, no one was.  "Does that make
your cock swell?" he asked.

I nodded.

"Then you like it and it is you.  Now the rest of this - this
exhibitionism, this following instructions, and this letting me control you
- we can moderate as you see fit."  He thought for a moment and then said,
"And Tim, don't take this the wrong way and don't let me put things in your
head, but you sure seemed to like what was going on over the last several
hours.

"And quit worrying what other people are going to think.  You are you and
as long as you don't force what you want on someone, then you are fine.  I
mean, don't go sticking your dick in the face of everyone you see, but do
what you like within the constraints of your friends and especially your
roommate."  He smiled at that.

I nodded again.  I turned and started walking again; he walked along side
of me.  Finally, I said, "Mike, it is just so new and so raw.  Yes, I think
that is the word, raw.  It is so raw that it has a pain associated with it.
I mean kind of a mental pain.  It is so contrary to what I have always
thought about my life and myself.

"Mike, the other day, I admitted to myself that I had always wondered what
sex would be like with a guy.  But I always thought of that as just a weird
daydream, from something like a bad tuna melt.  I always thought that I
would, you know, get married, have kids, etc.  Now in a day or two, that
has all changed for me.

"And yes, the last several hours were so ball-busting-amazing that it makes
me wonder if all of it was real."  I walked a bit more and said, "But Mike
I am glad it is you that is showing me this side of myself and that you are
my roommate."  I stopped and looked at him.  Then I looked up and down the
paths and seeing no one, put my arms around him and squeezed him to me.  He
returned the squeeze.  I moved my face towards his and as if a trance
planted a kiss on his lips.  He squeezed me tighter and kissed back until I
broke the kiss.

I was nearly breathless.  But I felt better.  Like I had come to grips with
some of what was going on inside me.  I let go of him and stepped back.  I
put my arm on his shoulder and said, "I am starving!  All that sex has
worked up an appetite.  Where shall we go?"

"Let's go to Ray's."  Ray's was a pub, where lots of the college guys hung
out.  It had darts, fuss ball, a long bar and several tables.  They rarely
carded students and they had cheap beer.  "What time is it anyway?"

I looked down at my wrist and saw no watch.  I shrugged my shoulders and we
walked on towards Rays.  When we got there the place was really rolling. We
discovered it was about 1 am.  There was a bunch of frats there.  They were
all gathered around the fuss ball table, laughing, joking and drinking of
course.

Mike got us a table and ordered us 2 beers and some wings.  He asked me
about my family and I told him all about my Mom and my Dad.  He asked where
my Dad worked, so I told him about his work and what we used to do
together.  By then we had finished our first beer and were ready for
another.  I started to order another round for us but Mike stopped me. "I
want to have some fun."

He got up from the table and walked over to the frats gathered around the
fuss ball.  I followed along.  He watched and listened for a bit as the
guy's all talked about how they were going win and who was betting on whom.
After a bit he kind of slid into the conversation asking who was the best
player and who was the biggest better.

"So you like to bet?" he said to the guy who looked like a football
linebacker.

"Yeah, and I always bet on a sure thing."  Everyone around him laughed.

"Well, I have a bet for you."  Mike smiled.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Mike was talking and acting as if he was drunk and I didn't think he was on
one beer.

"My buddy and I need a beer and I bet you I can piss in your pocket.  If I
do, you buy us beers."

The guy laughed, "And if you can't?"

"Then I guess I'll have to drink recycled beer."  It took a moment for the
frats to figure out what he meant and then they all laughed.  Not ones to
let a bet pass, they talked amongst themselves and I could hear, "it's not
possible" and "I couldn't do it and I can do just about anything," and
more.

Finally, the guy said, "Okay, you're on."

Other guys wanted in on the bet, "I'll bet you $20 you can't do it."

A couple of other guys chimed in and put up their $20.  One guy, a little
red headed guy, took his beer mug, drained it, turned his back and faced
the corner. He turned around held up a full mug.  "Okay, dudes, I have the
recycled beer for you!"  Everyone laughed.

The guys all circled around as Mike staggered up to the guy.  He unzipped
his pants and looked up and around and kind of blushed and muttered, "Oh,
Shit!"

The guys laughed and started poking each other with their elbows.  Mike's
body leaned in and then back as he tried to line up on the guy's pocket.  I
held his back and pushed him forward a bit, playing along.  Then he said,
"Oh, hell, I might as well try."

Lots of "Yeah, big better, can't hold up his side of the bet," and "Better
get some more recycled beer ready."  The big guy moved back an inch or so
as Mike inched closer, but stood his ground when he backed into his
buddies.  Mike pulled open the guy's front pocket of his khaki's and stuck
his dick in.

He stood there a second and the guy said, "Okay, that's it, pay up," when a
wet spot appeared on the front of his pocket.  Mike pissed for several
seconds more before the guy jumped back an inch, pulling Mike's cock free,
which continued to piss on the guy's crotch.  Mike stopped the flow and put
his cock back into his jeans.

The big guy was turning red and looked like he was going to kill Mike, but
all his friends were laughing at him and telling him to pay up.  Guy's were
looking at the front of the guy's tan khaki's with its growing wet spot and
laughing until they had tears in their eyes.

They handed their money over to Mike and got us two more beers.  They
slapped Mike on the back and said, "How the hell did you do that?"  and "I
could never do it, no matter how much I had to pee."

Mike walked over to the rather drunk red-headed guy and clicked glasses
with him and then lifted his mug while the red head lifted his.  The guy
took a long gulp before he realized what he was drinking.  He spit it out
across the table and all the guys started laughing again and slapping each
other on the backs and pointing at him.  The kid grabbed a beer off the
table and chugged it down.

"Yuck!" he said as he stuck his tongue in and out of his mouth.  "I can
still taste it!"

One of his buddies yelled, "Tom, better be careful you might learn to like
it!"  and again uproars.

Another guy, "Tom, I can get you some more if you want," and made gestures
of unzipping his pants.  We left at that point and the laughter continued.

Mike added up his money and he had $100!  I couldn't believe it.  We sat
and had a couple more beers and finished our bucket of wings.

At one point I had to take a leak.  Mike went with me to the men's room.
It was one of those trough urinals and we stood side by side with our dicks
out.  Mike reached over held my cock in his hand and said, "Go ahead."

I couldn't go.  Mike started pissing a gusher and I still didn't manage to
get anything out and my cock was beginning to swell.  Mike laughed a bit,
let go of my cock and continued to piss.  I started to put my dick back in
my pants, but he stopped me and said, "No, we don't leave here until you
pee."

I took my cock out and tried to force a stream out.  That didn't work.  I
closed my eyes and all I saw was Mike's hard cock.  That didn't help at
all.  I opened my eyes again and looked straight ahead and tried to ignore
Mike.

I guess Mike pushed a button or something because the water started running
in the trough.  That did it and I finally got a stream going.  Then it
really began to flow and I sighed and had a piss shiver.

Mike chuckled a bit and slapped me on the back, "I knew you could do it."
I put Timmy back into my pants when I had shook the last drops off and
zipped up.  "We'll work on that until you can win your own bets!"

I smiled at the thought of that.  We finished our beers and wings as we
talked about family.  I realized I hadn't talked to my Dad in a couple of
days and I usually called him at least every other day.

We got back to the dorm and I was feeling the beer.  I stopped at the
bathroom and then back to the room.  By the time I got there, Mike was
naked and lying on his bed.  He smiled and watched as I undressed.

I hesitated a bit at my boxers and then thought, what the heck and shucked
them off.  I was still self-conscious of walking around naked in front of
him.  But his smile helped relax me a bit.

I lay down on my bed, on top of the covers.  I asked Mike about his
brothers, but I didn't hear much before I was asleep.

***

Mike had taken us back to the adult store.  He had stripped me and left me
in a booth.  Guys were sticking their cocks through the holes and I was
sucking them as fast as I could, improving my techniques as I went.  I
would suck cum out of their cocks until they pulled back.

Once in a while I would look through the hole to see whom I was sucking.  I
saw Pete and Bart, I think.  I lost track of the number of cocks I sucked.
Guys were jerking off through the whole I wasn't servicing and covering my
backside in cum.  The whole room was redolent with the smell of cum.  My
mouth and nose was full of the smell of cum and men and their musky sweaty
smell.

One cock was really big and I couldn't take very much of it.  But the guy
kept pushing more and more of it down my throat and I thought I was going
to pass out, but he kept on feeding me more and more of it, until it felt
like I had 10 inches down my throat.  I swallowed around and he began to
shoot.  I could tell by the way his cock swelled and spasmed in my throat.

He began to pull out as he was shooting, filling me with cum, hot load
after hot load.  After what seemed like several minutes he pulled out and I
licked the head as it went back through the hole.  Then I heard, "Man, that
was awesome.  Not many guys can take my cock like that.  I want to meet the
guy that can do that."  I heard him zip up and his door open.

Then I stood and turned as my door opened.  The guy had his hand out
stretched for me to shake.  I reached for it and look up to his face and
saw my Dad!

"NOooooooo!" I screamed, pushed past him ran out into the store and down
the street into the darkness screaming "NO!" over and over.

"It's okay.  It's okay," and I was being shook.  I fought the hand and arms
that were enfolding me.  "It's okay, Tim.  It's just a dream."

Finally, my mind registered and the fog cleared.  I was in my dorm in my
bed.  Mike was lying behind me with his arms around me holding me.

"Shhh.  It's okay.  It's just a dream."  I opened my eyes and turned to
look at him.

"What?"

"I woke up to you mumbling in your sleep and thrashing around on your bed,
screaming no.  So I came over and tried to wake you and you continued to
struggle, so I lay down and tried to wrap my arms around you to keep you
from hurting yourself.  I kept talking to you and shaking you.  Finally,
you woke up.  That must have been some dream.  You are covered in sweat."
He continued to hold onto me.

I lay there, trying to capture the last strings of the dream that was
losing some of its vividness.  I shuddered and Mike squeezed me tightly and
said, "It's okay.  If you don't want to tell me about it, it's okay."

I realized my face was wet.  I wiped my face and then turned to face Mike
completely.  He kept an arm over my shoulder and I put one over his.  He
raised his head and I slid an arm under his head, allowing me to move
closer to him.  "Maybe later, but right now, I am glad you are here and
want to just lay here with you."

He smiled and rubbed his finger down my cheek and then smoothed my hair
back over and over, just like my Mom used to do when I had a bad dream.

I must have fallen back to sleep, because the next thing I know, I am
waking up and Mike is sitting in a chair right next to my bed watching me.
"The whole drool thing is really cute," he said and smiled.  I reached up
and wiped the drool from the side of my face and blushed.

"Come on get up lazy bones.  Just 'cause it is Saturday, doesn't mean you
can sleep the day away.  I have plans for you, but first we have to get
your stinking ass cleaned up."  He laughed, stood up and slapped my ass.
"And don't touch that morning wood," I blushed again as I realized my
state, "we will take care of that a bit later."

He put on his robe, but didn't belt it very well, so that it just barely
covered his groin.  I groggily got up and found my robe and tied it
securely around me trapping my morning hard on.

I grabbed my shaving kit and towel, yawned and ruffled my hair, "Is it
really morning?"

Mike laughed as he opened our door and said, "Get your sorry ass out here
and get in the shower."  We passed several guys in the hallway and Mike
didn't seem to care that he was nearly naked.  He said hello to everyone
and called most of them by name.

We got to the shower and the last stall in each row was empty.  Mike took
one and I took the one opposite.  He took off his robe and hung it on the
hook.  Then he turned and let me drink in his body.  He chuckled and
scratched himself and jiggled his dick and his balls, noticing the focus of
my attention.

He started his shower and left the curtain open as he stepped in with his
soap and shampoo.  It dawned on me that he was waiting for me to do
likewise.  I undid my belt and took off my robe, freeing Timmy, who was
still standing at attention.

Mike smiled as he looked down to see this.  I looked down and he whispered,
"No, don't be ashamed, I like it."  I looked up and saw that he meant it.

I got my shampoo and soap out and stepped into the shower.  I left my
curtain open and watched Mike.  He watched me and we again did our mirror
image thing.  This was a wild way to take a shower!

At one point, Mike turned his back to the shower and I saw him begin to
piss.  I realized I needed to pee badly.  Timmy had gone down just a bit
and I was able to get a steam going.  It left so good!

Then I looked and Mike had his head back into the jet of water from the
showerhead and the image was awesome.  The water cascaded down his head and
across his chiseled chest, down his stomach and over his beautiful cock,
then ran in rivulets down his legs.  I wanted a picture of that.

He looked over from the spray and I realized he was waiting for me to
imitate him.  I did, knowing that I didn't look like he did.  But when I
looked back at him he was smiling and I looked down and saw that he had
begun to swell.

He turned off his water then and grabbed his towel.  I did likewise and we
dried in unison, relishing the feel of the towel on our bodies.  He dried
his cock and played with it and rolled his balls around.  Timmy liked what
he was seeing.

Mike shook his head and laughed just a bit.  When he finished he put his
robe on, left it untied, grabbed his shaving kit and towel and headed over
to the sinks.  I followed and left my robe untied.  I wanted to be just
like Mike.  I liked his smile when he saw I had followed suit.

We stood at the sinks, brushing teeth and shaving and I was struck again,
how much this made me think of having a brother.  I liked that image and it
made me have a swell of emotion roll up me body to my eyes and I felt a bit
of water there.  Man, next thing you'd know, I'd be crying at the Kodak
commercials!

I think he noticed because he gave me a quizzical look.  I shook my head
and whispered, "Later."  He nodded and finished brushing his teeth.  I took
out my toothbrush then and he reached over and took my toothbrush away and
put his in place.  I looked at him and the toothbrush.  I had never used
someone else's toothbrush, but I kind of liked the idea.  I shrugged, put
some toothpaste on it and began to brush as he combed his hair.

I watched as he did all of this then got his razor out.  I watched as he
lathered up his face, I had not watched someone shave since, I had watched
my Dad.  Shit!  Didn't want to go there.

Again he looked at me with a question on his face.  I shook my head again
and spit out the toothpaste, rinsed my mouth and the grabbed handfuls of
water and splashed it over my face, trying to rinse away the memory of the
dream.

He watched as I combed my hair and applied my shaving cream.  I didn't have
as thick of a beard as he did.  Mine was lighter in color and I didn't ever
get much of a 5 o'clock shadow.  It didn't take long for me to finish
shaving, rinsing my face and packing up my stuff.

While he didn't, I tied my robe before heading back to the room.  Once
again, he was unfazed when he passed guys in the halls talking to all of
them, completely exposed.  I noticed one guy he talked to, looked down at
Mike's crotch, then looked at me and blushed because I had caught him
looking.  I made a mental note of the guy's face.  I had to ask Mike about
him.

Back in the room, Mike slipped off his robe, hung up his towel to dry and
put away his shaving kit.  I was standing just inside the door, enjoying
the view and again thinking of what it would have been like to have a
brother.  That emotion swelled in me again.

Mike saw it again and said, "What's up?"  He stood facing me.

"I was just thinking how cool it would have been to have a brother when I
was growing up and I would have wanted him to be just like you.  You always
seem to be looking after me, helping me through difficult situations and
telling me what to do."  My eyes had welled again as I told him this.

"Okay, I'd like to be your brother.  But did you every think about sucking
a brother's cock?"

My eyes opened wide and he smiled.  "What?  You want to think of me as your
brother, but you have sucked my cock and eaten my cum."  I ducked my head
down then.

"Hey, it's okay.  My brother's were always teaching me things."  I looked
at him wonderingly. "Yes, I mean sexual things."  He saw my look of
astonishment.  "I had two brother's; one a year old and one two years
older.  They felt it was their duty to make sure my sex education was
complete.

"I already told you that we lived in a pretty open house.  There wasn't
much that was off limits.  And we were encouraged to try new things.  I
think my Dad knew some of what went on, but he never said a thing.  I think
he was glad his son's were sexually active.

"The only time he talked about it, he said that when he was a kid jerking
off was considered something that only perverts did.  He had no idea that
every guy did it, so lived with a lot of guilt about it.  He also wouldn't
mention it to any of his friends.  So he never got to have a circle jerk
with his friends or much less a I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours
session."

He walked over to me, "I'll tell you what we are going to do.  I'll let you
do something my brothers let me do when I was 14 or 15."  I wondered what
he had in mind.

"I am going to lie down on my bed.  I want you to come over and explore my
body.  You can check out it out, up close and personal and get to know
another man's body.  Yeah, we have done some intimate things and you have
watched me shower and all, but you've never had the chance to really
explore a man's body, have you?"

"No," I whispered.

"Do you want to do this?"

"Yes.  Did your brothers really let you do this?"

"Sure, each of them.  They felt that by exploring another guy's body, you
got to know more about your own. "  He was on his back, with his hands
folded behind his head.

"Where do I start?"  I said, looking him up and down.  Timmy was stirring.

He chuckled, "Why not start at the bottom?  I mean my feet," he said when
he saw the look on my face.

I sat down beside him at the foot of his bed and lift a foot and put it on
my lap.  I explored each toe, noticing the hair that grew out of the top of
each one and how the knuckles of his toes were pronounced and the arch of
his foot, the calluses on the ball and heel of his foot.

I proceeded to explore his legs.  It was amazing to get to look at the
patterns the fine hairs on his calves made and how they create a pattern
further up his leg.  I moved and explored the other foot and leg, noticing
the little mole he had behind that knee.

I asked him about a scar he had on the front of the leg, just below the
knee.  He told me how he had cut it sliding into home at baseball game when
he was a boy.

It was marvelous, taking the time to study his body inch by inch.  It was
so warm and smelled clean.  I put my nose down and inhaled various parts of
his body.

I found where he was ticklish on his ribs on the right side and then I left
his crotch alone for a bit and went onto explore the rest of him.  I traced
the pattern that his hair made on his chest and the trail it made down his
stomach to his navel and then down.

I moved up and explored his armpits noticing how the hair here was
straighter, thicker and wiry, compared to the fine hairs on the rest of his
body.

He was totally uninhibited and didn't seem to mind that I was taking this
slowly.  He answered questions and was never embarrassed by any of them.  I
went through his still slightly damp hair and felt a small crease in the
top left side of his head.  He laughed and told me how his brother's had
always joked that he had a steel plate in his head because of that.  He
didn't know what had caused that.

I looked up his nose, in his ears and had him open his mouth and explored
his teeth.  He only had one filling.  His breath was clean with the smell
of toothpaste but also with a hint of him in it.  I stared in his eyes and
saw the various colors of blue in his eyes.

I started to move back down to his crotch when he said, "Wait.  Save that,
let me turn over."  He turned over onto his stomach and I was presented
with a new canvas to search and explore.

I bent to the task and was enthralled with the new territory to explore.
The way his muscles moved across his shoulders and back.  I encountered a
couple more moles and scars and got the story on each of them.  I moved
down to his butt and once again traced the pattern the fine hairs made on
his ass.

I traced them as they merged into his crack.  I hesitated there and he
said, "It's okay, go ahead and explore.  It ain't going to bite you."

I took each muscular cheek in a hand and spread them apart, observing the
abundance of hair along his crack.  I couldn't help myself; I put my nose
down and inhaled; clean and fresh as the rest of him but with his own
unique musky smell.  I liked the smell of Mike.

I looked at the back of his head and saw that he was totally relaxed and
totally letting me do whatever.  So I grew a bit bolder and I spread his
cheeks down lower and looked for his hole.  I found this little rosebud
like hole and the hairs that circled it.  He must have flexed, because I
saw it tighten up and then relax.  I don't know what came over me, but I
put my head down closer and closer and then I had my tongue out touching
the same place my fingers had just been.

He didn't tense up at all, in fact he said, "Tim, I did the same thing the
first time, I saw my brother's hole."  He sighed and said, "We will do some
real exploring there in the coming days."  Timmy swelled at the thought of
that.

I then examined each arm in great detail, noticing the scar on one elbow.
He told me the story of how when he was 12 he had fallen off of a dock at
the lake his parents went to and had cut it on the wooden edge of the dock
as he fell into the lake.  His oldest brother had jumped into pull him out
the water and carried him up to the house to see what was wrong with all
the blood.

I had pretty much covered his whole body, except for one area.  He rolled
back over onto his back and his cock was nearly hard and I was totally
hard.  He didn't say a word, so I continued my exploration.  I took in how
I could open and close his piss slit.  How wonderfully warm and velvety the
head of his cock was.  Under my inspection, it was rising right up to
attention.

I noticed how, even though he had been circumcised, he still had just a bit
of loose skin below the head of his cock.  I bent and took in the smells of
his crotch, closing my eyes, so I could focus solely on the smells.  Man,
he smelled so good!

I went on to explore his big rounds nuts that hung low in their sack.  How
I could roll each one around and pull the skin of his loose and warm
scrotum.  That reminded me.  "Mike, why don't you have hair on your balls?"

"Because I shave them."

"You shave your balls?"  I asked incredulously.  Mike never failed to
provide me with new surprises and information.  "Why?"

That soft chuckle of his, "I like the feel of naked flesh against my legs
as I sit or walk.  I also shave off any hairs that spring up along the
bottom of my cock as well."

"Aren't you afraid you will cut yourself or something?"  I said, feeling my
balls draw up a bit and the thought of it.

His chuckle again, "Well, the first time my brothers shaved me, I was
scared shitless.  I didn't move a mm while he had the razor in his hand."

"Your brothers shaved your balls?" shock crept into my voice.

"Not just my balls, but my whole crotch, crack and everything," he said and
his cock swelled in front of my face.  "I can still remember the feeling of
laying there as they did their work and what it felt like afterwards."

"What did it feel like?" I asked delving more into the subject.

His chuckle again, "Tim, I think we just might have to do it to you, so you
can get the feeling yourself."

"You want to shave my crotch?"  Timmy jerked at the thought of that.

"Yeah, I think I should put that on the list of things to do."  He reached
down and ruffled my hair.

I took his rigid shaft in my hand and squeezed, loving the hard, yet a bit
yielding feel of it.  It was thicker than mine and probably a bit longer.
I wanted it again.  I wanted to devour it and suck him dry.

I lowered my mouth to the head of his cock and kissed it.  Then I stroked
him several times.  Then he whispered, "Lick your finger."  I raised my
right index finger and stuck it in my mouth and whirled my tongue around
it.  While I did this, he pulled his feet up and towards his butt,
spreading his legs.

"Gently, work it into my hole.  Use more spit if you need to."  He sighed
and pushed his dick up into my fist, which continued to encircle it.  I
licked my finger once again and took it out nice and wet and reached
between his legs.  I felt along until I felt his hole.  I felt him relax it
as I pushed the tip of my finger in.

At first I thought I had hurt him, because he gasped.  "Don't stop.  Keep
working it in, as far as you can."

I did.  I worked it around and slowly worked it in deeper.  It felt so wild
to be inside him like this.  I felt around and touched some kind of bump
and he jumped.  I started to pull out thinking that I had hurt him, but he
said, "NO!  Don't pull out.  That feels so good!  You have hit my prostate
and it is like sending an electric bolt through my cock."

His cock was leaking and it was rolling down the head.  I bent and licked
it up.  He sighed and groaned.  I continued to work the finger in his ass
and stroke his cock.  He had his eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying he
sensations.

I kept at it with the same intensity I was seeing in his body.  I was
slowly stroking, twisting it as I moved up and down the shaft.  My other
hand continued its work inside his hole, my finger playing over and around
the button I had found.  This was new information for me, along with the
multitude of other facts that were filling my brain.

He was so far into this whole thing; it was as if I didn't exist, just the
sensations on his cock and in his ass.  He began to moan and a groan built
up and knew he was close. I kept up the same rhythm and didn't change
anything, except pressing more on that magic button in his ass.

He took a sharp intake of breath over his teeth and tensed his body and
began to shoot.  The first shot took me by surprise, but then I bent my
head and put it over the end of his cock and began to drink in the hot load
of cum he was pumping out.

My own cock swelled as I closed my eyes and licked the head of his cock
between spurts, the salty tangy taste filling my senses.  I kept on until
he said, "Please, please, wait, stop."  He lifted my head from his cock and
sighed, his whole body relaxing and sagging into the bed.

He put his hand into my hair and opened his eyes and gave me a huge grin.
"That was incredible!"  I felt so good.  It was so great to see him so
happy.  I pulled my finger out of his ass and without thought brought it to
my nose to smell.  It wasn't the smell I was expecting.  I put my hand down
and looked over and saw the pool of cum that I had missed.  I bent to it
and licked it off of his stomach.

He ruffled my hair.  "You are a natural, you know that?"

"Mike, no you were incredible.  To let me just explore you like that and no
matter what I did or touched or said, you just let me do it."  I beamed.
"And then to let me bring you off like that, was amazing."  I thought for a
moment and added, "And that whole thing with your hole.  I never imagined
that anything like that existed."

"Yeah, it's amazing," he sighed again.

I thought again and said, "Mike, ah, do you think, I, ah, we could," I
stopped and looked at him.

That great chuckle of his, "You want to explore your ass that way?"

I nodded and looked down.

"Don't be shy or ashamed, it is something wild and I can guarantee that it
was already on the list of things we are going to do."  He smiled
mischievously, "That and a lot more; more than you can possibly imagine. "
He chuckled and ruffled my hair again.

"I am starving," he said, "Let's go get some breakfast."  He looked over at
me and I looked down at Timmy.  "Oh, I didn't forget about him.  It just
isn't his time yet."

"But," I started to say.

"I know, I know, you want to cum.  Your balls are churning and you think
you will bust unless you can nut as well."  He saw the look on my face,
"Yes, I do know what you are going through, but it won't hurt you and it
will only make it more incredible when you do get to cum."

"But I can't go out like this," I said motioning to my now dripping cock.

"Okay, I'll give you a sure cure for it."  He moved to sit beside me.  "Now
take your right ball in your left hand and the flick it.  You know the
middle finger and thumb thing," and he demonstrated in the air.  "And do it
really hard and then do the other one."

I looked at him, looked at my ball and then back at him.  He nodded his
head.  I lined up my middle finger and let it fly.  "FUCK!"  I grabbed my
balls; it hurt.  My stomach was knotting.

"Now the other one, harder," he commanded and I moved myself so I could do
the other one and I did and felt the throb of the pain race from my groin
to my stomach and back.  I thought I was going to be sick.

"Why?" I gasped as I clutched my aching balls.

"Is your cock hard?" he asked in a gentle voice.

I looked, although I knew what I would see.  I shook my head, not able to
speak.

"Then it worked!" he said again gently and smiled.

I sat there for a bit holding my nuts.  Then I could sit up straight I
looked at him and said, "Asshole!"

He laughed at me then, "Come on let's get dressed, we are going to get a
big breakfast and then we are going to have some more fun."  He looked at
me, "That is if you want to have more fun."

"Yeah," I said softly, "But I don't know if Timmy will want to come out and
play any more after that."

"Timmy will come out and so will you.  Tim, you will get used to doing that
as I direct you to get rid of your hard on, because it isn't your time to
cum yet.  And you will do it, right Tim?"  He looked at me.

I nodded.  He accepted that.  I got up to get my clothes.  I reached for my
boxers, "You won't be needing those.  If fact, I don't think you will be
wearing them again, except on special occasions."  I looked over and
watched as he pulled on a pair of khaki shorts and a t-shirt.  I found
something similar and got dressed, enjoying the fact that I was dressing
like him.

We slipped on rubber sandals and headed out.  Downstairs, he said, "It's
your turn to drive."  I shrugged and pulled out my keys and headed over to
my POS and climbed in.  He joined me and we headed out.  "Do you know where
the Moonrock Diner is?" he asked and looked over at me.

I knew where it was, I had passed it a couple of times and nodded.  I
didn't say much as we drove.  I was still playing the scenes from the
morning through my head.  I think Mike sensed this, as he didn't say
anything for a bit, then he reached over and undid the button on my shorts.
"Don't take your hands off of the wheel and pay attention to your driving.
We don't want to have a wreck while your cock is out."  He had worked the
zipper and spread the fly back exposing my cock.

I looked over at him and then back at the road.  He was smiling.  My cock
began to grow.  Just being exposed like that was turning me on.  Then Mike
reached over and pulled my balls free.

I sat up and tensed up for a moment, fearing that someone was going to
drive by and see me like this.  As I began to swell, he reached over and
played with my cock, making it rise faster.  My heart was racing and I
noticed I was practically panting.  Partly from fear and partly from how
horny I was feeling.

"I should take you down to Mardi Gras.  I could get hundreds of strings of
beads having you on display like this."  He gently pinched the end of my
cock making it jerk.

"I, ah," trying to look at him and at the road at the same time.

"It's a long story about the time my brothers and I went Mardi Gras and the
shit we got into!  I don't have time right now, but I promise you, I'll
tell you the story soon."

We pulled up to the diner and parked.  I parked as far away from other cars
as I could.  I didn't want anyone seeing me this way.  When I turned off
the engine, I reached down to put myself back together, but Mike stopped
me.

"Open you door, get out of the car, hold onto your shorts and I'll tell you
when you can zip them back up."  I looked at him in shock.  I trembled at
the thought.  "Do it because you promised you'd do whatever I asked you to,
no matter what."

I swallowed and looked around the lot.  I didn't see anyone.  I opened the
car door, then looked back at him.  He nodded his head.  I got out of the
car holding my shorts up and looking around, Timmy completely on display.
I turned and bent and looked in a Mike.  "Drop your shorts."  My mouth made
a big "O"

"You looked around before you did as I instructed as if you doubted I
wanted you to do this.  You wanted to check to see if it was okay before
you followed my instructions.  You should just do what I tell you to do.
So go ahead and drop your shorts as a punishment for not just doing what
you were told."

I gritted my teeth, biting back words, but I stood up and released my hold
on my shorts letting them drop to the ground. "Good, now turn around.
Slowly."

I looked straight ahead and slowly turned around, fearing I would see
someone or rather someone would see me.  When I finished turning I started
to bend and reach for my shorts, but realized he hadn't told me to put them
on.

"Good," he said.  "Now give it a stroke or two."  I thought I was going to
die, but reached down and gripped my cock and stroked it twice.  "Okay, you
can pick up your shorts."

I quickly bent and grabbed them up and began buttoning them.  "Stop.  Drop
your shorts.  I didn't tell you to button them up, just to pull them up."
I was sweating and my nerves were on edge, but I released them and let them
fall again.

"Okay, turn around again."  I did and stood waiting for his direction, my
heart racing in my ears.

"Okay, pull them up."  I did, but didn't move to button them.

"Okay, button them."  I did, but didn't zip up.

"Good, you are learning."  My cock was sticking out of the fly and the cool
breeze blew across it make it swell.

He laughed and told me to zip up.  I did and moved the head of my cock into
my waistband.  I felt a shudder run through my body.  This was going to be
a wild breakfast!



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