By Max H. Lilperv76@yahoo.com
Chapter 5
This story involves sex between men. If you shouldn't be reading such things, move on.
The characters in this fantasy may not always practice safe sex. In the world we live in everyone should practice safe sex.
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Todd made me leave the party before I was ready, saying I'd had enough to drink and that I was to take a cold shower. Then he told me to put on shorts and a tee. He'd said Jake wanted to see me. I thought I was in for my first go at sucking Jake's cock or being fucked. When Todd went with me next door to Jake's room, I wondered what was up.
Jake was waiting for us.
"Hey guys. Grab a seat." He seemed to be in a good mood, so I relaxed. I didn't expect he'd do anything to me with Todd there. Or, to put it another way, I didn't think Todd was the kind to want to watch while Jake used me.
"Look, I've got to get back downstairs to the party, and so do you, Todd. But some of the guys were wondering why we'd put Thom in your room. So I think we'd better tell him what we've decided to do."
My new roomie nodded.
"Last year the chapter elected Kip Parsons treasurer. Kip's a great guy, real easy going. I think he was flattered when he was nominated for the office. Over the summer, though, it occurred to him that he sucks at math. He called me all in a sweat, saying that no way could he be responsible for the chapter's money and for keeping the books."
He looked at me and grinned.
"That's where you come in. You're an accounting major. Being the chapter treasurer will be a snap for you. And it's a good reason for you to be sharing Todd's room. The three of us, as we'll tell the brothers, can confer whenever we need to about money matters and keeping records."
He looked very pleased with himself.
"Clever, huh?"
"So I'm now the chapter treasurer?"
"Yup."
"Well, that does seem like a good reason for me being Todd's roomie."
Jake stood up, tousled my hair as if I were a kid, and said, "I'm glad you approve. Now, Todd and I had better get back downstairs. You can come back, too, if you want."
"What was the cold shower about?"
"Just to make sure you were sober when we told you all of this. We've got to explain all this to some of the brothers, and we didn't want you to hear it downstairs and be surprised and say something to fuck it all up. Now that you know, you can rejoin the festivities."
"Yeah," Todd said, "but you'd better take it easy on the booze, Thom. I don't want to have to pour you into bed. Or clean up if you get sick."
"Okay, guys. I promise."
We all went back to the party in the basement. Things had moved along while we were gone, and I think we were the three soberest men there. At some point Kip came up and put his arm around my shoulder.
"Thommy, I owe you bigtime, man."
"Why's that, Kip?"
"For bein' willin' to take over the treasurer's job."
I didn't tell him that I'd had no choice in the matter. "No problem, man," I said. "Anything for the good of the order."
"Well," he said, "just so you know. You gotta friend."
"Thanks, buddy."
By 2:00 the party wasn't much fun anymore. Most of the guys who were still there were too drunk to carry on a conversation. I found Jake, who seemed perfectly sober and, when he was alone for a moment, asked if I could go to bed.
"You don't need my permission to hit the sack, man."
"Well, I just thought you might, uh, you know, want me."
"Oh, yeah. Well, not tonight. See ya tomorrow."
Like all fraternity men on the Sunday after a party, Todd and I slept late. It was almost noon when we got up, showered, shaved, dressed and went in search of food.
He and I joined a bunch of guys throwing a Frisbee around that afternoon, making the usual comments when chicks walked or drove past. I think some of them were cruising fraternity row just checking out the meat.
That evening since we didn't have studying to do, Todd and I watched an NFL game on tv. It was early in the season, and both teams made a lot of mistakes, but it was something to do. Todd acted toward me as if we were just buddies and roommates. We sat there in our shorts with our shoes off. Neither of us wanted a beer, so we just kicked back, making comments about the game and occasionally sharing information about ourselves as new roommates will do.
Just as the game was ending, there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Jake standing there. "Come on over, Benson. It's time for your debut."
Then he looked at Todd. "Unless you had plans for him tonight, that is."
Todd looked embarrassed. "No, uh, I . . . That's all right. You go ahead."
Once we were in his room, Jake pulled off the tank top he'd been wearing.
"Man, I'm all horned up. Spent all afternoon with Tiffany, but we can't be together tonight because she has a sorority meeting." Tiffany was his girlfriend. He'd dated her all the previous year, but they had seen each other only a couple of times during the summer. "So," he said, grinning at me, "you know what that means."
I sighed. "Tell me what you want me to do."
He dropped his shorts and boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. Then he kicked off his topsiders. His cock was not pointing straight out, but it was standing up off his balls. He sat on the edge of his bed and motioned for me to come to him.
I was about to kneel in front of him when he said, "You know, Benson, I'm not particularly interested in seeing you naked, but it doesn't seem right for me to be naked and you to have your clothes on. Strip, boy."
It didn't take me long to get out of my shorts. That's all I was wearing, except for my socks, which I left on.
"Now, lick my balls."
I knelt and lifted his semi-hard dick out of the way as I began to lick and suck on his balls. I never liked that. If guys would shave their balls, it might be different, but I hated all the hair. My instinct was to spit or try to use my fingers to get the loose hairs out of my mouth, but I thought that would piss him off, so I just went ahead. Obviously he liked what I was doing.
"Oh, yeah, man, I've never found a chick who would do that." I could feel his tool swelling and hardening in my hand.
After a few minutes of that, he said, "Okay, Thommy boy, show me what kind of cocksucker you are." I'd never especially enjoyed sucking a cock, but thanks to Matt, Josh, Leo, and especially Hank, I'd had lots of practice, so I knew what to do. Soon Jake was moaning.
"Awww, man, that's fantastic! You really suck a great cock, man! Keep it up. Oh, yeah, there! So good! Geez, I was saving up for Tiff, but you're gonna get it, gonna get all my cum, right in your faggot mouth, down your faggot throat."
As I would discover, Jake never called me or anyone else a fag, so far as I knew, except when he was having sex with me. He seemed to love to talk trash while he was getting his jollies.
I slowed down and quit using my tongue, just sliding my lips up and down his shaft. I didn't want him to come yet. I enjoyed having this much control over him. In fact, I brought him to the edge a couple more times. He'd begun to sweat.
"Shit, man, that's fucking stupendous. No girl's ever made me feel like this. Yeah, cocksucker, yeah, just like that. Oh, God!"
Finally, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me down all the way onto him as he blasted his seed down my throat. He pulled back to let me lick the last bit of cum off the tip of his cock. Then he ruffled my hair again and said, "Good job, Benson. I can't wait to fuck your ass."
I must have looked hopeful, for he grinned. "Not tonight, though. I have an 8:00 tomorrow, and I don't want to be late for the first class. I hear the prof's a bitch on attendance. So, get your clothes on and go. Maybe Todd will want to try you out tonight, too."
I was embarrassed when I went next door to our room because Todd knew where I'd been and had a good idea what I'd been doing.
He'd been writing an email when I came in. He grinned and asked, "So, do you want to take a shower or just use some mouthwash?"
I grinned back. I couldn't help it. Todd was just a likable guy. "Bastard! That's a sneaky way of asking me what happened with Jake."
"Don't make me pull rank on you, sophomore. Tell me what happened."
"He just wanted a blow job."
"I assume he got it."
I think I blushed. "Yeah, said it was the best one he'd ever had."
"Wow! Considering all the women he's been with, that's quite a compliment."
"Well, Todd, men should be able to do it better. After all, we know what feels good."
"Yeah, so I've heard. But how can you . . . " He stopped.
"How can I do disgusting things like that? Is that what you were going to ask?"
"Yeah. Sometime I really want to ask you about all that. But it's getting late. Some other time you can `splain it to me, Lucy.'"
"Uh, Todd?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm not coming on to you or anything, but Jake thought maybe you'd want to, as he said, try me out."
He gave me a sweet smile. Not a grin, but just a nice smile. "From the endorsement Jake gave you just now, I'm gonna have to check it out. I admit I still have some hang-ups about having a guy blow me, but I'm getting hornier by the day. Maybe you'd better pencil me in for tomorrow night." He winked when he said "pencil me in" so I'd know he was funnin' me.
"Pencil you in? You jerk. As if I were the fraternity whore?" I was grinning to let him know I wasn't really mad."
"You haven't gotten to that point yet, roomie, and I really hope you won't."
Todd and I were having lunch together the next day when Jake stopped at our table. He leaned over and put a hand on each our shoulders, as if we were having an officers' conference.
"Man, Todd, this guy has a talented mouth. Have you tried him yet?"
"Not yet, but you're getting me pretty eager."
"Tell ya what, guys. I won't bother either of you tonight. You two can do whatever you want. Tiff and I are going to get together anyway, and I'm gonna get me some nookie even if we have to use my car."
I almost giggled trying to visualize the two of them trying to have sex in Jake's convertible, which wasn't all that roomy.
"You could bring her back to the room, you know," Todd said.
"She says she doesn't like to advertise like that, doesn't want everyone in the chapter knowing she and I were getting it on. Go figure. I think everyone in her house and everyone here knows we're doing it, but she doesn't want to be obvious. Women!"
He gave each of us a punch on the shoulder and moved on, stopping to chat with several other guys before he left.
"It looks like this is going to be one very interesting evening," Todd said as we left for our afternoon classes.
I didn't say so, but I agreed. My disinterest in sucking cock seemed to be fading as I looked forward to actually getting a good, long look at my hot roomie with no clothes on and as I contemplated making him feel good. I knew he'd never been sucked off by a guy before. I knew he had some hang-ups about it. I knew he was curious. I just wondered if he'd despise me after it was over. He'd been great so far. But after he'd gotten his rocks off, would he have regrets, guilt? `Oh, well,' I said to myself, `all I can do is try to make him enjoy the experience. If he doesn't, maybe I'll only have to service Jake this year. If he does, maybe he'll want to go on to better things.' I was really hoping Todd would eventually want to fuck me.
After supper he and I both worked on reading assignments until about 10:00. Neither of us was old enough to buy beer legally, but some of the older brothers would get it for us. We kept a stock in the little fridge in our room. So we put away the books and had a beer. As I said earlier, our computer room was big enough for a sofa and a couple of leather-covered easy chairs. We flopped into the chairs and enjoyed our beers. I'd never been fond of the taste of beer, but I was getting used to it. And I was grateful for it that evening because it took the edge off my nervousness.
We'd already talked at supper about our first day of classes, we'd pretty much caught up on the getting to know you stuff, so there wasn't much left to talk about except when and how Todd was going to use me. Finally I decided to get to what I knew was on both our minds.
"Okay, guy. Jake says tonight's your night to do whatever you want with me."
"Ouch, Thom. It sounds so nasty when you put it that way."
"Todd, you're a nice guy. If there weren't this shit between us, I'd really like you as a room mate and as a brother. Some people think gay sex is nasty. I'd say non-consensual sex is nasty. But you're the one that brought up the term. Face it, I'm yours pretty much whenever and wherever you want me, unless Himself (I nodded toward Jake's room) pulls rank on you."
"Damn, you're bitter!"
"What the fuck would you expect? You're straight. How'd you like to be a captive in a sorority house and made to do whatever the officers there told you to?"
He grinned. "After the first year or so, I suppose I'd get tired of it."
"Okay, don't take me seriously. You're the one who seemed surprised I'm not too happy with this arrangement."
He was quiet for a while. Then he took another swig of his beer and said, "Yeah, bro. I see what you mean."
"Yeah? Really?"
"I think so. Now I feel really shitty about all of this."
There! He'd said it. That was what I wanted, to make him see what it was like from my perspective.
He was quiet for a while. I sipped on my beer and waited.
"Look, man, I apologize for being a part of this. You and I didn't get to know each other very well last year. Now I think we might have a chance to be buddies. I don't care if you're gay or bi or whatever it is you are. I just like you. Shit. This is hard. I've never had a conversation like this before."
"Me neither."
"No, I suppose not." He thought for a minute or two. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm not going to ask you to do anything sexual for me. I may have to pretend with Jake, at least for a while, that I'm using you like he does. But I won't do it. Let's just be roomies and friends. If you'll forgive me for my part in Jake's blackmail scheme, that is."
I wanted to hug him, but I thought that might not be such a good idea.
"You're a good man, Todd."
"Actually, I'm feeling pretty ashamed of my part in all of this. I wish there were something I could do to get you freed from the position you're in with Jake."
"You mean on my knees?"
He looked startled, and then he grinned. "You can joke about this?"
"I may as well. There's not much else I can do."
"Jake's smart and he's mean. I'll see what I can do, but until he's gone and I'm president of the chapter, I don't think that will amount to much."
"Thanks, bro."
I took the last swallow of my beer, crumpled the can, and tossed it into the waste basket across the room.
"Hey, there's that quarterback at work," he said, grinning at me. He finished his beer, got up, and walked to the waste basket, where he deposited it. "No way am I gonna compete with you."
He sat back down and we looked at each other, as if to ask, "What happens now?"
"Todd," I said.
"Yeah, bud?"
"You've never had a blowjob from a guy?"
"Nope."
"You said you weren't going to ask me to do anything involving sex with you, didn't you?"
"Right."
"Well, uh, what if I offered?"
He looked startled. "Offered to what?"
"To give you a better blowjob than you've ever had, maybe."
"You're offering?"
I grinned. "I think that's what I said."
"Well, uh, shit, man, I dunno."
"Suppose we say this is an educational experience. Sucking dick isn't my favorite thing to do, but I'm told I'm pretty good at it. And right now I'd like to give you some pleasure."
"After me being involved with Jake and us blackmailing you?"
"You've already apologized for that. You've promised not to coerce me into doing anything sexual. And I think we're getting to be pretty good friends. So I'd like to thank you while at the same time adding to your stock of experiences."
He raised an eyebrow. `You don't think you're gonna make me gay, do you?"
"Come on, Todd. Nobody can make you gay. If you're straight, you're straight. But I do think I can make your cock feel real good and maybe give you a pretty good orgasm."
"And you'd do that for me?"
"Yes, dumbass, I'd like to do that for you. Are you horny?"
He nodded.
"Stand up a minute."
He stood. I walked over to him, knelt, and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling them to the floor. He wasn't hard, but his package made a nice bulge in his CK briefs. I nuzzled his balls and then put my mouth on his tool through the briefs. It began to harden.
"Shit, Thom. I – "
I ignored him and began to suck on his growing cock. Soon my saliva had the white cotton wet, and there was a big tent in his briefs. I pulled the waist band way out so I could pull it over his thing, which by that time was sticking straight out. I lowered the briefs, and he stepped out of them and his shorts. When I looked back up, there was his cock, pointed straight at my face.
"Maybe you should sit down," I said.
He backed over to the bed. I knee walked, my hand always on his hard cock. When he sat down, I began to lick it as if it were an ice cream cone in danger of melting.
"Ohh, Thom, that's so nice," he said, his eyes closed. He put his hands gently on my head, a typical reaction to getting your dick sucked, I've discovered.
After giving his cock a good tongue washing, I began to work on his balls. Again the hair. Hank and I had kept our balls shaved for each other the year before, and I really recommend that. It's the best way to keep from having a mouth full of hair when you really want to taste and feel skin.
But getting his balls licked and sucked must have been a totally new experience for Todd. He was incoherent as he moaned. Occasionally he twisted my hair so much it hurt, but I didn't object. I was making him happy, giving him good feelings, which was what I wanted.
When I took his leaking cock in my mouth, I tasted his precum. It was nicer than Hank's for some reason. He shuddered as I began to work up and down, still moaning his appreciation. I planned to try the edging technique I'd used the previous night on Jake, but I never got to do that. Instead, Tom practically yelled, "Ohmygod, I'm cumming," and erupted into my mouth. Although I'd taken him deep, at that point I'd pulled back to get some air, so his cum flooded my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could, but some of it ran out and down my chin.
The tip of his dick must have been super sensitive, because he pushed my head away. I sat back on my heels and smiled up at him.
"I'm sorry, bro," I said. "I should have eased off so it would last longer. I didn't realize you were so full."
"Are you shitting me? That was in-fuckin-credible, Thommy. I've never felt anything like that before. Next to having my dick in a really hot pussy, that was the best, man."
"We aims ta please," I said, still looking up at him.
"Wait a minute," he said. He went to his bedside table and got a Kleenex, which he brought back. He wiped the cum off my face and put the tissue in the waste basket.
That was such a kind, caring gesture that tears came to my eyes.
There was an awkward moment as I stood up. Then he sat in one of the easy chairs and I sat in the other.
"So that was a kind of a gift?"
"Yes, and, I hope, a learning experience."
"Thanks, Thom. That was a very special thing for you to do. I feel bad that I can't, um, reciprocate."
"I don't expect you to. I hope we can just be friends."
He grinned. "I think we're off to a good start."
It was Thursday of that week when Jake demanded my presence in his room about 11:00. When I finished my class assignments for the day, I went into the bathroom to take a shower.
Todd, who knew about the summons from next door, said, "Uh, Thom, don't be pissed. I'm just curious. Why are you taking a shower now? Won't you want to take one when you're finished with Jake?"
"You mean when he's finished with me, don't you?"
"Well, um, yeah."
"I'm going to shower and clean myself out. I've got a douche kit."
"Oh." He thought about that for a moment. "So you're doing that to make it better for Jake?"
"Not entirely. I would for a guy I cared about. Jake doesn't deserve any consideration from me. But I don't want to piss him off, either. Besides, he might ask me to clean off his cock after he's finished, so the cleaner I am, the better."
"Yuck! For real?"
"Oh, yeah."
"I just don't know how you can do that."
"Well, that only happens when some bastard is forcing you to do it. It doesn't happen between guys who really care about each other."
"I hope not!"
Jake didn't waste any time on pleasantries.
"Good, you're on time. Strip and get on the bed."
After I'd taken off my tee and shorts and kicked off my sandals, I asked him, "what position?"
"On your hands and knees, bitch."
"Do you have any lube?"
"Why should I use lube? I don't care whether you enjoy this or not."
"Because it will feel better for you if you do. Fucking a tight, dry ass can be uncomfortable for the guy doing the fucking."
I didn't really care whether he was comfortable or not, but I thought that might convince him to use some lube. It did.
I hadn't had anybody or anything up there in a couple of weeks, and when he rammed his cock into me, it hurt like hell. "Fuuuck!"
"Quiet, pussyboy, we don't want the brothers to know what we're doing, do we? Besides, I thought you liked getting your cunt fucked."
I knew better than to say anything.
After he came up my ass, Jake slapped me on the right butt cheek and said, "What's wrong Benson? I thought you loved getting fucked. What's the matter, I'm not good enough for you?"
"I don't get off on being called those names, Jake. And I don't get off on what feels like a grudge fuck. I've never done anything to you."
"Well, if you think we're gonna get all lovey-dovey and queer while we're doing this, you've got an attitude adjustment coming. This is for my pleasure."
"Okay, but you did ask."
"Get your shit on and get out of here."
When I got back to the room, Todd was waiting for me. Again, he more or less knew what was happening in Jake's room.
"He fucked you, didn't he?"
"Yeah."
"He told me he was going to. I heard you yell once. Did he hurt you?"
"Yeah."
"But Thom, I've seen the videos. You seemed to be enjoying yourself in them."
"I don't even remember that night when they made the first video. They had me so drunk or drugged up or both that I must have been flying. But I have no recollection of any of it. In the second video, I didn't get fucked, if you recall. I think Kevin Briggs must have told Jake that I liked taking it up the ass."
"But you do, don't you?"
"Yeah, with the right guy. In the right circumstances. I admit I love having my ass played with, being finger fucked, having a dildo or a butt plug worked in and out, and especially having the cock of a caring guy sliding back and forth over my nut. But what Jake was doing to me was uncomfortable and degrading. Actually, it was like being raped, since I had no choice in the matter. I was glad when it was over."
I took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and said, "Now if you wanted to try it, I think I might enjoy it."
He looked at me very seriously. I could really enjoy getting intimate with this gorgeous guy. His blue eyes were darker than usual as he studied my face.
"It's never gonna happen, Thom. I appreciate what you're offering me, really I do. I want to be your friend, but the idea of putting my dick up your hole is a real turnoff."
I grinned at him. "I was pretty sure that's what you'd say, bro. But you can't blame a guy for trying. Just remember the offer is still there if you ever change your mind. I promise, though, not to come on to you again. Now, I've gotta go get that shower."
He grinned back. "Yeah, you're smelling up the room!"
The rest of sophomore year seemed to go quickly. I enjoyed my classes. I had some social life, dating occasionally, doing things with my fraternity brothers.
I heard from Matt by email from time to time. He'd broken up with Brad, the bitchy little gymnast, but he said he had another boyfriend, some guy majoring in psych. He was really loving his anthro and was taking courses in archaeology as well. In the spring he told me he was going on a summer-long field experience, a dig in the Southwest somewhere, I think he said.
All that year, of course, I had to submit to being vigorously fucked by Jake whenever he was horny and couldn't find a chick to take care of his problem. That meant he was usually in a bad mood, so our sessions seldom were any pleasure for me.
My friend Hank from freshman year had taken an off-campus apartment with a gay friend. They weren't lovers or anything, just friends. Occasional sex with Hank when his roomie was away helped keep me sane.
Todd and I became great friends. I don't know what he told Jake, but Jake never said anything to me about my having sex with Todd. Maybe he just assumed we were. He was so self-centered he probably never thought about it. And, of course, he did have his duties as chapter president, along with his studies and his dating life.
Getting back to Todd. He was so sexy I'd have happily rolled over for him any time. By the end of the year I'd gotten over my crush, but I knew that I had a real friend in Todd.
At the end of the spring semester, the chapter elected me treasurer for another year and John Spencer, whom everyone called Spence, vice president. So I was to stay in the room I'd shared with Todd, who'd be moving into the president's quarters, and Spence would move in with me.
After all that was arranged, Todd told me one evening that we needed to talk. After our studying was done, we each popped a beer and sat in our usual chairs, facing each other. He told me that he'd persuaded Jake not to say anything to Spence about the pictures of me or the blackmailing or anything. He said Jake, who was concerned about graduating and grad school, simply gave him the pictures and videos.
"Here they are, Thom. You can have the pleasure of destroying them. And I promise I'll never tell Spence about any of this. As soon as Jake is off campus, you're free. And if you destroy those pictures right away, even if he says anything, it will just be his word against yours."
With tears in my eyes, I stood and held out my arms to Todd. He came to me, and we had a hug. A hug between good friends.
A few days later my sophomore year came to an end, and I went home to work in my dad's office again. When I got home, I ran all the still pictures through the shredder and broke the two dvd's into little pieces of plastic. Once a friend of mine and I had put a cd in the microwave for a couple of seconds. That produced some great sparks and made the thing totally unplayable. But my mom had freaked out when we did it. Besides, I felt good smashing those particular cd's.
I felt free for the first time in nearly two years.
TBC