Date: Sat, 11 Mar 2023 15:41:58 -0600
From: Logan Prejean <loganprejean337@gmail.com>
Subject: My Silence Will Cost You 2

This story was dreamt up over the past few months and is the sole property
of me. The characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and none
of this happened in real life, only in my filthy mind and soon to be
yours. Our goal is to publish one chapter a week until our 6th and final
chapter. Enjoy.


WARNING: This story will contain bullying, sexual coercion, and
blackmail. If this is a potential trigger for you or not your cup of tea,
then I highly recommend you move on.

Show some love and $upport to Nifty for keeping this service free for us to
use! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html


--------------------

Chapter 2: The Uniform and the Confrontation

--------------------


As the week progressed, we settled into a groove. I would work most of the
day getting the store ready for the deluge of students to invade the campus
and Kyle would be at morning practice, afternoon weight training and
evening practice so by the time we got back to our room, we were both
pooped.


That said, nearly every night we continued with the in-the-dark circle
jerk. But now we started talking, moaning, and being really loud when we
bust. This was so hot, and even though I have yet to see his cock fully
hard, just having us both there, working our cocks over, telling each other
how we liked to be blown, talking about WHO, WHERE and HOW we last fucked
was just too damn hot and something I always looked forward
to. Interestingly he wasn't grossed out by my stories, not that I had that
many, but for the few guys who fucked me and the one guy I fucked, he
seemed interested in the logistics. HOW we went about doing it. The need
for lube, how tight an ass was, and he seemed fascinated that I let guys
blast their load deep inside me. He saw that as a level of intimacy, mostly
because he has never gotten to bust inside a woman yet, at least not
without a condom strangling his dick.


"So get this, this bitch was bobbing up and down on my cock," he is telling
me as we continue one of our late-night stroking sessions. "I met her
through my older cousin and she had a kid already. She was really working
my cock over with the best blowjob I have ever had, at least up until this
point. I just knew that in minutes I would be sinking deep inside her gash
and pounding her like no tomorrow. So she is swinging on my dick, rubbing
my balls and almost deep-throating me, and the next thing I know - the
bitch stops. Says she has to leave! She left me, leaking like a faucet, and
up and walked out! I swear, I nearly died that night of cum poisoning! That
ever happen to you, Sean? Has some dude left you hard and dripping?" He was
really getting off during tonight's session. He seems to want to prolong it
as well, as we have been edging ourselves for close to 45 minutes or more.


"Fuck, well not like that... but one night we were caught by the dude's
dad!" I tell him, continuing to stroke my cock. "Yah, and I knew he was
going to let me fuck him, too! We had just started to get the lube and I
had his right leg up over my shoulder. Right as I was getting ready to
slide into his virgin ass... and next thing we know, his dad walks into the
room and sees us, sees me lined up to take his son's ass."


"No fucking way! You gotta be kidding me! What did he do?" he says as he
stops stroking himself for a minute to ponder this scenario.


"It was terrible! I was hard and dripping, much like I am now; we had been
fooling around for like 2 hours up to this point. I had his ass all
loosened up and ready to take my cock. He was so scared because of how big
I am, so he kept slowing us down."


"He was scared of your cock? Shit, he would have run screaming if he saw
mine!" Kyle says with a laugh. A dismissive laugh. A laugh that rubbed me
in all the wrong ways. So I finally pushed back.


"Dude, I have a large cock and that is why I normally let guys fuck me,
because they say I am just too big for them." I have to say my chest puffed
up a bit saying this. After enduring his little jabs, here I am, pushing
back on him, and I know this time I can deliver the goods, too. I have seen
him chubbed up and I know I am at least an inch or more longer than him.


"No fucking way, beanpole! Here, let me see!" and as he says that he breaks
our unspoken rule that we have been operating under for nearly two weeks
now: he turns on the light on his desk and aims it right at me. Well I
always spend our sessions laying on top of my sheets and comforter, so
there is nothing I can grab to cover myself up... and so, whoop, there it
is!


"Holy shit..." he sits up and swings his legs off over the side of his bed
and approaches me. Standing above me and watching me, I take one stroke of
my cock... and how I didn't shoot right there and then, I have no damn
idea, because this is the most erotic thing I can remember happening to me!
This hot jock who loves to belittle me is standing over me, inspecting my
8.5" cock.


"Damn, dude! Your cock is huge! Fuck yeah, proud of you, beanpole! My
fucking roomie, hung like a donkey!" Just as he says that my cock belches
up a huge stream of precum that drips down over my lightly clenched fist,
and I take that nectar and stroke myself a few times as Kyle reaches for
his own cock. With his trademark long slow strokes, he starts stroking
himself from the base up to the tip, giving a quick squeeze and then
sliding back down to the base again. I have never seen him do this, but it
is just as I imagined, having heard him do it so many times.


"Beanpole, how the fuck don't you have a right bicep as big as my head with
how much cock you got to stroke?!" He laughs and speeds up his stroking. As
he is doing this I sit up so I can have a better view of his cock... hell,
if he is getting a show, so will I. As I sit up against the wall, he plops
down right beside me on my bed.


"I hope this isn't weird, but you have a great cock, Kyle!"


"Thanks beanpole! Your donkey dick could wreck some ass, no wonder you take
it up the pooper so much!" He says as he continues to stare at my hard and
dripping cock. We synchronize our stroking together like we have nearly
every single night we have been roomies... but this time, neither of us
takes an eye off the other.


"I guess we have a real circle jerk going on now, don't we?" I say to him,
not taking my eyes off his cock while I do, clearly wanting him to know
that I am fixated on his cock.... His smaller cock. Heh.


"Yah, I guess we do, roomie! Fuck, you do precum a LOT, bro!" He says as he
can see how much my cock is pushing out with nearly each upstroke of my
hand.


"Fuck bro, this is kinda hot, I am getting close. You ready to bust?"


"Yah" I say, breathing very shallow, nearly overloaded from the
stimulus. Truth be told, I have been ready to bust since the light went on,
but I've been holding back.


"Come on roomie, let's bust then!" Right as he says that my cock
erupts. This orgasm that has been building as we had been edging ourselves
for the past hour combined with finally getting to see this hot mother
fucker sitting not 3" from me I exploded. I shoot over my head and into my
hair, on my cheek and then onto my chest. Barely able to keep my breath and
crying out as I do, this was an epic orgasm of mythic proportions.


Just as I start coming down from this orgasm, I see Kyle get up onto his
knee, aim his cock at me and he starts firing his load. This load lands on
my chest, my stomach and then his last two shots hit my dick. Not even
thinking, I move my hand and lick his nut off my finger as he watches me in
disbelief.


"Dude! That is sick! You just ate my nut!"


"Dude you just busted on me, what the fuck was that?" I say to him, trying
to save face. At the same time I know this is some sort of macho bullshit
of owning my gay ass. If it weren't so hot, I would really be pissed!


"Fuck yah, I already showered and I didn't want to cum on your sheets and
shit! Figured I would just bust on you. Hell, I know you wanted my load
anyhow. How do I taste, Roomie?" He cracks up laughing, and not in a good
way. I don't know why, but this one hurt. YES! It was hot as hell to feel
his hot cum splashing up against my skin and hitting my dick. But it wasn't
done to be HOT. It wasn't done to please me. It was done to degrade
me. That is not cool.


"I'm going to shower," I say to nobody in particular, certainly not to him.


I close and lock the doors to the bathroom. I feel degraded, but damn it, I
just can't find it in myself to be pissed at him. I'm more pissed at myself
for allowing him to treat me like this. Shit. Am I overreacting here? Fuck,
a straight guy that I have been obsessing over since I found out he was to
be my roommate. He just shot 7 distinct pulses of his extremely potent cum
on me. FUCK! I tasted him. Damn it if he didn't taste sooo good. Slight
salty flavor combined with a rich male musky flavor that remains on my
tongue. Shit. I need more of that.


I am such a slave to him. Why am I still hard?


I ignore my cock, lather up and get as clean as I can, washing away all my
regrets and hyping myself up to address this when I get back in the
room. Yes, it was hot. Yes, I want him to do it again. But on my
terms. Fuck the degradation. I have to tell him this. I have to set the
rules here.


As I shave, I keep hyping myself up for this conversation. I can stand up
for myself and still have fun. I don't have to sacrifice my self esteem for
his folly. Fuck, especially not to a kid who likely won't even last the
semester once he is busted for cheating. That is a one strike and you are
expelled kinda thing. Surely, he is going to get busted. Though knowing
this football school they won't take action until football season is over.


Shit, I forgot to bring clothes in here. Gonna be hard to stand up for
myself while I have my dick flopping about. Might have to wait until
tomorrow when I am thinking more clearly.


I leave the bathroom and it appears that Kyle turned on my light, and he is
already fast asleep. Shit. It was nice of him to think ahead and turn on my
light so I would be able to see around the room when I came out of the
bathroom. Damnit. That pisses me off. He can be so cruel, then so sweet at
the same time.


I hear him roll over and realize, damn, he has a nice ass. I haven't gotten
this close of a look before at the perfect clefts of cheeks he has. His
left cheek has this super hot dimple in it. Damn, you can tell his weight
training has produced some amazing glutes. I would love to make a meal out
of that ass!


I don't put on any clothing as our room seems to always run a bit hot, but
I do reach for my sketch pad. The soft glow produced by my desk lamp casts
these perfect shadows on his ass that I have to capture. He has this
perfectly round ass that I didn't notice before. Shit, I have got to see
him in his uniform. I bet he looks so hot! I have to go and watch his
scrimmage this Saturday.


He rolls over onto his side and now his semi-hard cock is hanging so
perfectly flopped over his leg. He settles in and remains breathing steady
so I flip over to another page and start sketching this perfect man. Wow, I
hate how beautiful he is. How sweet he looks as he sleeps. When his cock is
soft like it is now I can see that he wasn't cut too close when he was
circumcised. I love that what is left of his foreskin is making a nice
turtleneck around the head of his cock.


Looking up to his chest as it slowly rises and falls I can see the power
and the strength behind this virile body. Those perky little nipples - even
in this soft light - are just screaming for attention and standing out on
his hairless chest. I wonder if anyone has ever tested them to see if they
brought as much joy to him as mine bring to me. How I would love to suck
them into my mouth as my hands made steady work of massaging the rest of
his chest and down to his perfectly chiseled 8 pack of an abdomen. My gaze
drifts further south as I notice how nicely he keeps his pubes trimmed.


It looks like he must shave his balls rather frequently as they are nice
and smooth. His right nut is hanging a bit lower than the left right now,
but I love how they are big enough and the room is warm enough for them to
pull away and hang down over his leg. Looking at him like this, in this
soft light near perfection in any way, it's hard to fathom how he could be
so insensitive to me. It's equally hard to imagine that he is defrauding
the entire University while skating through life with few cares.


I grow tired as my body screams for sleep. After finishing both of the
sketches of this man and having committed nearly every inch of him to my
memory I decide it is time for some sleep. However, my cock has been hard
and at the ready for the last hour as I lovingly caressed Kyle's body with
my gaze. Looking down at my todger I notice that it looks rather angry. The
head is pulsing and nearly blood red as it screams for attention. Who am I
to deny it the attention it deserves?


Placing my sketch pad on top of my desk, I reach over and pull my lube out
and take two squirts, the perfect amount to get started. Even with emptying
my balls just over an hour ago, I know this is going to be one hell of a
load.


I reach up to turn off my light and then think twice of it, i wanna be able
to watch him. Watch his chest continue to rise and fall as he is no doubt
dreaming of more ways he can torment me. As if on cue, he rolls a bit
further back from his side onto his back. The forward movement of the roll
causes his cock to flop over and land perfectly onto his lower abdomen -
it's aimed almost perfectly at 2 o'clock as his nuts sag even lower to
cover his taint. I have to inspect him more closely.


I stand up and walk the three feet over to his bed. What will he think if
he catches me standing over him like this? What will he think I was doing?
Fuck, I don't care. Wow, he smells so good. I lean down a bit to smell the
nape of his neck as I continue the slow but steady pace of stroking my
rock-hard 8.5". My cock has a near-steady stream of precum that has begun
to make a wet slapping sound as I continue to stroke. I stand above him as
he reaches up and scratches his nose with his left hand falling on his
right pec, covering that pert little bud of a nipple. His cock seems to
have plumped a bit, or maybe that is just my mind playing tricks on me.


It is utterly captivating to watch his hand laying perfectly on his pec as
if holding onto himself as his chest slowly rises and falls. What I
wouldn't give to take his cock into my mouth right now and taste him, to
show him what a real blow job is like. What someone who wants to be sucking
his cock can actually do. Just thinking of this has me super close to
shooting. Feeling myself approaching this point of no return and not really
thinking, I start to shoot, with the first two spurts hitting the
floor. However the third shot lands on his hand that is cupping his chest!
It's not a huge shot, but it's enough as I panic and continue shooting,
this time purposefully aiming at the floor. Nervous and shocked, but turned
on to a level I didn't know possible, I grab my t-shirt and wipe up the cum
from the floor... but I leave the drop on his hand.


Sure, he doesn't know I just shot on him, thus leveling the playing field
between us. But I know I just did that... and I promise myself it won't be
the last time.


Classes have started up so my alarm goes off at 7:45am and I nearly beat
the shit out of my phone. Slowly stretching and pulling myself out of a
deep sleep, I look over at my roommate and see that he rolled over onto his
stomach and flipped his pillow over his head when he heard my alarm. Wonder
if he will notice my dried cum on his hand? I stand up, proud of my morning
wood as Kyle looks over at me from under his pillow and shouts for me to
"put that thing away before you hurt yourself!" Apparently he is a comedian
in the morning. I am NOT a morning person AT ALL.


I take care of all of the essentials and finish brushing my teeth. I open
the door as Kyle squeezes in behind me, rubbing up on me much more than he
ever had to with his own morning wood pointing straight out. His cock
slowly swipes my ass as he dramatically makes his way past me and pushes
into me a bit causing his cock to sandwich itself in between my cheeks.


"Now don't get all excited, you know this monster of a cock is only for the
ladies!" Right as he says "ladies" he pumps into me yet another time. I
wonder who he is really trying to convince with this show? Next thing I
know he is showcasing his superhuman talents of taking a piss while still
almost completely hard! I never understood the guys who can do that. I can
barely piss with a chub let alone full bone!


Kyle makes some small talk about hating that he has to start going to class
now, when he was just getting used to his rigorous team schedule. I give
him a few grunts of approval and agreement and keep to myself. This morning
chipperness is going to be a problem. Or at the very least I am going to
need a coffee maker in this crib.


He finishes pissing and I notice that his cock has gone down a bit as he
shakes it more than a respectable number of times and then starts to
dramatically pass me again, though this time not nearly as convincing.


"Dude, you just wiped your piss on me! Gross!" I clammer, pulling away and
smashing my own cock into the cold sink. "Give me a minute while I finish
up in here!"


I take to working on my hair. Having showered last night before bed to wash
away the two huge loads of cum plastered throughout my chest and my pubes,
I didn't need to shower this morning, though I do check the areas to make
sure there is nothing funky happening. I then wet my hands and take to
messing up my hair, adding a bit of extra product to keep it looking good
and staying manageably sloppy.


As I re-enter the room and go to my closet, I start looking through some
clothes trying to pick what I am going to wear today. Polo and jeans seems
to be the order of the day. I grab a pair of my nice, form fitting black
jeans and a red polo, sporting my school spirit for the first day. Kyle
interrupts as I am pulling on the polo.


"Dude, you are really good!" Kyle says. I'm not really paying him much
attention; again, I'm not even really awake at this point, just on auto
pilot.


"Oh, you like my school spirit?" I say, half joking, half not caring.


"No, your sketching, dude you are really good. I mean I could do without
all the penis in here, but damn! You drew all of this?"


I quickly look over to him as he is flipping through my sketchbook. He is
nearly half way through the book and I walk over to him with every intent
of ripping the book away from him, when he turns a bit and keeps flipping
through it. "Um, Thanks dude, but this is kinda private, I mean, I
just... not many people have seen my work!"


"Bro, I've seen you blast a huge load of cum, and I watched you taste my
nut," he says dismissively. "Surely this can't be as private as that!" I
try one last time in vain to pull my sketch pad away from him, to no avail.


"Look, Kyle, I didn't mean anything by... I mean, you said I might be able
to... look ... I'm..." I stammer to him as he flips to the last 7 sketches
in the book. The first five are rather tame but clearly they are all
drawings of him. Obviously him. No questioning, I nailed him. Two are of
him sitting and playing his video games, when he thought I was studying,
one is of him talking to a teammate while leaning back in his desk chair,
another was him sitting at his desk working on his computer, number 5 was
him laying in bed with a sheet draped over his bits but scrolling on his
phone and then... the last two.


The last two were the ones I sketched not even 8 hours ago... AFTER I had
completely perved out on him and shot my load, mostly on the floor but at
least partly on him.


"Woe..." he says. "Dude, this is trippy!" He says as he is taking it all
in, looking at every single stroke of my pencil. He then finally looks up
in my eyes with this kind, puppy dog-like look that I have never seen from
him before.


"Seriously, dude. This is amazing." He is clearly looking at me in a
different way than he ever has before. Does he get the amount of work this
took? Does he see the amount of care I put into this? Did I crack this jock
veneer he holds up as a shield? "You gotta let me have some of these! Damn
I want to frame them, bro!" With that "Bro" uttered from his perfect lips I
can tell he has switched back into his jock mode.


"Umm, sure. Let me figure out which ones and ... Yah, I mean I guess if you
really want one or two of them... Look, I gotta get to class." I say to him
as I slowly take my sketchbook from his hands and close it up and place it
on my bed.


"Dude, I don't know how you managed..." he says as I grab my backpack and
slide my laptop into the protective pocket.


"What?"


"I don't know how you managed to sketch me so well, and not shoot cum from
that cock all over your work! I mean I know you must have blasted several
times as your cock drooled over my hot body!" He says this with this wry
smile and a little giggle at the end.


"I managed..." I say to him as I walk out the door... and just as the door
closes, I say to myself, "I managed to shoot on your hand last night, you
self-involved ass!"


------------------------- Thursday, Weekend Eve


Thursday was a full day for both of us, each leaving our room by 8am. I was
just walking into the elevator around 8pm when up rolls Kyle and my mouth
nearly hits the ground. He was in his white "away" uniform. Holy,
motherfucker. We both grunt a hello to the other and then as I am taking in
his full body we walk onto the elevator together and head up to the 6th
floor. Damnit, he smells so good in this small elevator. "Keep it together,
Sean!' I scream at myself.


We walk into our room and drop everything we are holding onto our beds.


"OK, I did this on purpose! I did it for you, so go ahead!" Kyle says as he
starts to slowly turn around, giving me a bit of a show.


"You did what for me? I mean... huh?" I say, stammering as I can barely
handle this and how good he looks right now. His uniform is plastered to
his body and there are stains, sweat and lord knows what else, showing that
he had just practiced REALLY hard in this uniform.


"Dude, I knew you would love seeing me up close in my uniform. So, roomie!
This is for you! Take it all in! Just remember..."


"Yah, I know... no touching!" I say as I shake my head. Like in the last,
almost 4 weeks, I have never even tried to cop a feel. But he has to keep
saying this? It pisses me off... but holy fuck he looks good in this.


As he spins around and I take in his perfect ass inside these skin tight
pants, I can see just enough to know that he is wearing his team-issued
jock under the pants. So damn hot seeing those straps frame out those
muscular cheeks that I love so much. I must have grunted my approval
because he then chimes in with...


"Oh, you like that angle, huh? I can tell you do from all your sketches!
You focus on my ass a lot. It must be killing you to have this perfect ass
so close to you, but you know you can't touch it! This ass sleeps every
night not 3 feet away from you, and yet you won't ever get to touch it." He
says this with a biting hostility just under his breath and fuck if he
wasn't right... but damn, it's cruel to mention it like this.


He turns back to the front again, showing me that perfect package of those
oversized balls nestled into that jock. There they are, behind the
ridiculously thin, skin tight pants that he wears in front of over 10,000
fans... yet that show is for the masses. This show is just for me.


Looking closely I can see the head of his cock hanging slightly to the
right and giving just enough VPL to make this all the hotter. Sure, I have
seen his cock up close and personal. Hell, he was mere inches away from me
when he blasted all over me last week. But this, THIS was different. This
was almost more intimate. He knew he was putting on a show, just for
me. His roomie. Was this sweet? Was this because he got off on me lusting
after him? Was he just being an asshole jock hoping I would make a fool out
of myself? Who knows.


Fighting to pull myself out of the trance of this hot man, I hear him and
he has apparently been talking for a while, perhaps to cut through the
sexual tension.


"... I'm right, aren't I? You would do anything for me. You would do
anything for me to touch my body right now. To feel me up in this uniform?
To strip me from this uniform? Hell, I bet you would even lick the sweat
right off me! I've seen you fags do that, you know in those porn videos
that pop up. I've seen it. You sick fuckers. I mean, to each their own and
all, but damn!"


I don't even know what to say to this assault, but fuck me if it wasn't all
completely true. Damn, he has pegged me to a tee. I would. I would love to
be licking his chest clean of the sweat from practice, to take each one of
those perky little nipples of his and make sure they were spotlessly clean
by teasing them with my tongue. IN fact, I would take my tongue to every
solid inch of his near perfect man and he would be in heaven. So I mean,
what do I even say to him on this?


"Well, yah... I guess you busted me. You are hot, and my cock is doing the
thinking right now, so yah... you know I would love to show you a good
time. But I would never cross that line."


"Fuck! I knew it, Sean! I knew that you had a thing for me! I knew by
wearing home my uniform that has two days worth of practice dripping off of
it, that you would be putty in my hands. Fuck! Now if I could only find a
woman who would feel this way!"


He says this and starts stripping out of his uniform. It's quite a
production as his jersey is so tight yet it has his shoulder pads in there
as well, making extracting himself no small feat, but oh so fun for me to
watch. I plop myself down on my bed to watch, wishing I only had a cold
beer and some popcorn for this show.


He finally gets out of his jersey and pads. I never knew they took them off
together, but with as much of a struggle as he was having I can certainly
see why. But I make sure that I follow HIS rules through this: I don't dare
help him for fear of him freaking out from my touching him.


His white compression undershirt was simply magic. There is just something
about a tight compression garment that pulls out all of the muscle contours
in such a special way, causing the light to bounce off and call attention
to every single hour that he put into making each one of those abs stand
out and be noticed. He keeps looking back at me to make sure I am watching
his seductive striptease. Those lucky bastards on his team get to see this
every single day without having to deal with all the rules and drama he
causes. I am just loving this with every ounce of my body and especially my
dick.


He sits down on his bed and he pulls off his shoes and socks making a nice
pile of his discarded items bound for a washer somewhere. I fully expected
a terrible smell to come wafting over to me as he pulled his feet from his
shoes and socks, but interestingly enough, it just smelled like clean
sweat. You know the difference. Clean sweat from just having a hard workout
vs a body odor of not being clean BEFORE you started that sweating. That
clean sweat made me melt and my hand journeyed into my joggers that I wore
today. I was openly stroking my cock inside my joggers and not even trying
to hide it. He knew he was hot. He knew he was making me hot, ergo me
stroking my cock!


Kyle looks over at me with this crooked smile as he sees me touching my
cock like this while he is only in his football pants, jock and that oh so
tight compression shirt with his perky little nipples just screaming to be
recognized. He stands up and begins to peel down his pants and expose that
white jock that was struggling to keep everything held together for him. I
kinda wish I had seen the days when football pants had those sexy laces
that kept things all tight, but now they have these smooth fronts which
accentuate the VPL of all the boys brave enough to just wear their jocks
and not some sort of compression shorts under the pants. Pure bliss.


There he stands in just his jock, with a more hard than not cock, and he
stops and stands right in front of me. He walks over to me, and runs his
hands up his chest and over his pecs in a sultry way. I keep stroking
myself as his cock strains against the failing elastic of his jock. His
hands slowly trail down to the bottom of the shirt and he begins to peel it
up and over his head. Time seems to slow completely down and this shirt
peels back, revealing his near-perfect abs, then his pecs and the valley
between them, and then finally up and over his head. The shirt is soon to
join his socks in the pile to be cleaned. Now he stands before me in only
his now tented jock. He gives me one last spin, showing me that perfectly
framed ass. He flicks his butt cheeks for me, making them dance, before he
tightens down showing just how much of this perfect ass is solid
muscle. Then, he strips off his jock. He's facing away from me as I get to
see him bend forward, exposing the most perfect hole I have ever
seen. There is only a light dusting of dark hair inside the crack of his
perfectly sculpted mounds framing a perfectly tight, pink hole that I swear
winked at me.


"Soon," I think, soon I will be tasting that perfect hole, and if I am
good, I will be sliding all 8.5 inches into it as well. Soon.


The pile having been completed, he then pulls his pads out of his jersey
and grabs everything else and shoves it all into his mesh red bag, one
assumes to take his uniform back in tomorrow for it to be laundered for
him.


He then goes into the bathroom and empties his bladder while I pull down
the front of my joggers, grabbing one of his socks and stroking myself
about 5 more times until the perfect arch shaped shot of cum flies out of
my cock and into his dirty sock. Fuck that felt good, and just as I hear
him flush, I quickly toss his sock back into the bag, spin around and snap
closed my sweats as he re-enters the room.


"Subway in the union is closing soon, you want anything?" I ask my clearly
exhausted roomie.


"Oh man, really? Yah, could you get me a footlong Philly, on white, with
Mayo and extra cheese and get me two bags of Miss Vickie's Jalapeno chips
too! Thanks roomie! I guess I'll have to give you some more shows if you
gonna treat me this good!" He says with that same smirk.


I head down to the union and place our orders, and within 30 minutes I am
walking back into our room. Before I unlock the door (which automatically
locks behind us when we close it), I hear the moaning of a woman. Damn it
,he better not have brought some chick back here. "Fuck it, i'm too tired
for this" - and I walk into the room.


There he is with his phone on his chest as he is stroking his large and
dripping cock, watching some porn clip on his phone.


"Hey roomie!" is all he says to me as he keeps the clip running and I place
his bag onto his bed beside him as he keeps stroking himself. I notice that
he grabbed my lube while I was out.


"Wow, help yourself to my lube, I guess... ROOMIE!" I say to him rather
sarcastically.


"Dude, I'm sorry, but yours is so much better than that lotion I was
using. Us straight guys can learn a lot from you fags..."


He is right, they really could, but he doesn't get to call me that. "Look,
you are using that word all too much, cut it out, OK? That is derogatory
and you don't get to use it."


"Jeez. I'm sorry, yo. Seriously I didn't mean anything by it; I heard some
gay guys use it so I thought it was OK. But I won't any more. We cool?"


"Yah, we cool!" I say as I turn my back on him and roll my eyes. I have a
hard time taking him seriously with his cock hard, dripping and him
stroking it while talking to me about the meaning of life and feelings and
shit.


Just then his phone rings and some girl is on the other end of it; I don't
know who it isbecause, to my knowledge, he isn't seeing anyone.


"Babe, yah, shit I wish we were not so far away from each other..." he says
into the phone and makes eye contact with me and rolls his eyes. So this
wasn't a serious phone call. Course I don't know if he has ever been
serious with any woman from the way he talks about them.


"Yah, I wish I was with you too! You know I would be all over you right
now! Damn, I need to be loving on you right now! Damn, baby! I know you
would like that, you miss your big man, don't you?" He continues talking to
her while he moves his right hand down to his already lubed cock and
continues stroking while talking with her.


"Yah, sure... Hmmm yah... Really..." random responses that barely show he
is even alive let alone engaged in this conversation. But he continues to
stroke his cock.


"Baby just hearing your voice has me so hard right now! Damn, I wish you
were sucking me. I remember how good your mouth felt on my huge cock."


I'm looking him right in the eye as he winks at me and continues to stroke
his cock.


"Oh really baby? You miss my big cock, don't you? Baby you gonna let me
slide it into you finally! Damn baby, you know we both need that. I would
take such good care of you! Damn my cock is rock hard baby. Only you get me
this fired up."


While he is saying all of this he is looking at me! What kind of a mind
trip was this guy playing at? The thing that pisses me off so much is I am
sitting here, rock hard watching him and locked eyes with him... that is,
only when I am not staring at his hard cock. He motions for me to whip my
cock out, sending me some sort of psychic message and somehow I knew
exactly what he wanted me to do. And I do it. He has a remote control over
me, and he knows it.


I stand up and pull down my joggers and my cock flops up and slaps my
stomach. There is already a drop of precum on the head of my cock, and,
without even thinking, I run my right index finger over the top of it and
quickly bring that to my mouth.


"Holy shit! I can't believe you just did that!... No baby, not you. My
roommate just poked his head in the room. No baby, I wish you were here
with me right now. Damn, I want to be feeling your beautiful body. You know
how much I love your body, don't you babe? You are the hottest girl in Lake
Charles, by far!"


I stack my pillows up at the head of my bed, against the wall so I can prop
myself up with a front row view of my hot roommate as he has phone sex with
this girl right in front of me. It seems like he is performing for me. I
turn off my bedside lamp in hopes it will allow me to see him better as his
bedside lamp was shining right on him.


"Fuck baby! You make me so hard!" he says before he scoots to the side of
his bed - and the next thing I know, he is walking over to my bed. Standing
right in front of me and continuing to stroke himself, he gives me the sign
to slide over. He mutes his phone as I can hear her muted voice yammering
on in his ear. "Move over roomie, you shouldn't have to strain your eyes to
enjoy my body. I know you want a front row seat." He unmutes his
phone. "Fuck baby, I promise I will get back over there to see you! We have
been so busy with football, you know I want to make you proud of me. Your
stud boyfriend delivering the W so you can brag when you see me on TV!"


This guy is out of control, I mean yah, he is right, I love having a front
row seat to this, for sure. But damn it, I hate this. I am so pissed that
he does this to me, knowing I am powerless to resist him. He goes back and
grabs his pillow and folds it over and props it at the foot of my bed and
climbs into the small single bed placing his naked legs on the outside of
my legs and blows me a kiss as he gets situated. He's stroking his cock and
staring directly into my eyes. I turn my light back on and aim it right at
his crotch. He's putting on a show and you better bet I am going to make
sure he is well lit!


"Baby, yes. I am going to make love to you and show you what a special girl
you are. You would like that, wouldn't you baby? You want to finally have
me sliding into you, don't you? You wanna be that close to me, taking it a
step further than we ever have before, don't you?" Again he is staring me
straight in the eyes as he says that. Is he talking to me? Or to her? He
then licks his lips!


"I know baby, we shouldn't do this, but you know how bad you want it. You
have wanted this... me... for a long time. Since you first saw me. You
wanted me. I could tell. That's OK, baby! It makes me feel good knowing how
bad you want me. But you have been a good girl, and I respect that. But we
may need to take it to another level. Very soon!" he says as he moves his
legs and they brush up against mine. He keeps his eyes locked with mine.


"Oh babe, you got me so worked up. You can't go now. What am I supposed to
do with this rock hard cock? Oh wow. OK. Tell your mom I said hello... and
thanks for nothing! Bye babe."


He hangs up his phone and lets it fall to the floor beside my bed, but he
keeps looking right at me, looks down at my cock and my steady stroking
matching his cadence. I notice I am getting a bit dry so I grab my lube and
give myself two more pumps. Kyle holds his hand out so I lean forward and
motion like I am going to hand him the lube. He instead reaches over with
his stroking hand and has me pump two shots into his hand.


"Dude, she left me blue balled," he says to me as he keeps his intense
stare at me and then back to my cock. He clearly isn't comfortable the way
he is leaning back on his thin pillow. So he moves and gets up on his knees
and moves even closer to me. Holy fuck.


"Damn, you are like totally obsessed with my cock, roomie! Look at you! You
are almost drooling looking at my cock! Look at you! Ha! This is intense!"


"Well, my cock is certainly drooling!" I say to him, trying to lighten the
mood, as I hate it when he goes into his full-on asshole jock mode.


"Yah, yah you are. Damn, I about died when you licked that precum off your
finger!" he says with this smile on his face. He then immediately goes into
a very serious look and says, "Roomie, can you keep a secret? Seriously,
you can't tell this to anyone! I will deny it if you do!"


"Kyle, of course I will keep our secrets in this room!" He just shakes his
head knowingly and then he leans in closer to me, his face only about a
foot away from mine.


"I frequently taste my precum too! I've even eaten my own load a few
times," he says with a serious, almost vulnerable, look on his face. "It
wasn't too bad, felt I needed to know what it was like. I don't know why
girls don't like it though... I thought it tasted really good, especially
my precum!"


"Fuck, that is really hot, Kyle! Well you should feel comfortable doing
that when it's just us. I agree - mine tastes really good, too!" I say to
him, not looking him in the eye, but watching him stroke his cock. He
stretches his knees out further and touches my knees with his as he is
right in between my legs now. "... perhaps not as good as yours, though," I
say to him, reminding him that I did get to taste some of him.


"No shit, you liked that did you?" he says to me with a very proud smile
taking up his entire face. "Dude! I wish you could see yourself right now!
You can't take your eyes off my big cock! Fuck! You are a slave to my dick,
aren't you, Sean? You would do anything to get your lips on this hard cock,
wouldn't you? To drink down my load! Shit, if I wasn't such a pussy hound I
might just let you. Figures the biggest pussy hound gets roomed with the
biggest cock sucker. What a waste!" He licks his lips again, but this time
he is watching my stroking very closely. Something has changed here, but he
is certainly being more of a dick than before.


Fuck, this dude just thinks he is untouchable. He is so damn cocky.


"Damn, this feels really good, watch me stroke this down to my balls like
this." he says as he runs his hand all the way down to the base of his
cock. He then reaches his other hand down to rub his balls; running his
fingers down under his balls. Quickly he takes his hand up and smells his
fingers.


"Fuck yeah, that is jock musk, buddy! Here, smell this!" and he brings his
hand that was just rubbing his taint up to my nose and rubs his fingers
under my nose. This leaves his musk on my face. Holy hell, that is
hot. "Ha! I knew it! Look at you! You are out of control, beanpole! Look at
you! You like that smell from my nuts on your nose? You love my smell,
don't you?! Damn you got it bad, boy! Damn, I'm getting close. You want me
to shoot on you again tonight? You do, don't you?"


Damn it. He has me. Of course I want him to shoot on me!


"You gotta say it, beanpole. If you want my load you have to ask me for
it. Admit it, you are a slave to my cock. You want my load, it's OK. I'm a
stud, I know it. You know it! But if you want me to blast my load on your
fa... gay body... then you gotta ask me for it. First time was free; this
time, you have to beg me for it."


"Fuck, OK. yah... I want your load," I say to him with a sheepish
voice. Totally embarrassed, but he is totally right. I am a slave to this
boy and I hate it. But right now, right here, there is nothing I want
more. Nothing I NEED more than for him to shoot his potent spunk up on me.


"You gotta say it louder, Sean. Own it, bro! It's cool. Say it! Ask me for
it!"


"Please, Kyle... please give me your load! I need your load, roomie," I say
to him, this time a bit stronger, even more mortified than before, but fuck
it! We both know where we are at.


"Dude that is hot, say it again... I am so close!"


"Give me your load, stud, shoot on me with that straight load!" This time I
am clearly in heat and so close myself, as my cock is dripping with
anticipation.


"Fuck yah, Sean! FFFFuuuuuuuccccckkkk!" he says as he is grunting and fires
at least 6 shots of molten hot cum - two shots hitting me in the chest and
three on my cock and balls as I begin to shoot too. This time, one of my
shots lands on his knee! Yes! I did it! It may only be one drop, but still
- my load shot on him for the SECOND time!


Kyle falls back onto his pillow and shoots his legs out from under him as
we both lay back and try to catch our breaths.


"Dude, you got some of your gay juice on me! Damn it! You gotta be more
careful!" He grabs the bottom corner of my blanket and makes a big
production out of wiping his knee off and getting the cum off of him! "Damn
it, now I gotta take a damn shower! Jesus, I do you a favor by giving you a
show and this is how you treat me? Dude! Not fucking cool!"


I can't take this. I didn't ask for any of this! He has been the one
teasing me, tempting me and playing into my attraction to him. This is so
not fair! This son of a bitch better settle his ass down!


"Are you even going to apologize to me? ... Sean? Sean! I am talking to
you! Are you going to apologize?" he says as he is now standing over me
looking intensely at me right in the eye.


"Shut the fuck up Kyle and go take your damn shower and stop being such a
bitch!" I say to him in a calm, measured voice.


"What did you just say to me, you faggot?"


I start to stand up as my still hard cock swings out in front of me and
Kyle jumps back so as not to touch it. "I said, Kyle, to shut the fuck up
and go and take your shower as you really don't want to piss me off right
now, cause I will end you, son!" I have finally had enough, I am not
putting up with this shit anymore. It is one thing when he is all dominant
in our stroke sessions, this is a complete other.


"Excuse me, you will END me? You better not be writing any checks with your
mouth that your boney ass can't cash!" he says as he stands right in my
face.


"If you lay a hand on me, I am walking into the Chancellor's office
tomorrow and showing him that you are cheating your way through his
college. I have all the evidence I need for him to kick your ass all the
way back to Lake Charles! Close your damn mouth, you know what I am talking
about. You are paying for the answers to all of the tests in each of your
courses and you have been doing it for a long time. Need I remind your dumb
jock ass that cheating is an expulsion-level offense? I know, that is an
awfully big word for you, so let me break it down for you. No more
college. No more football. No more cheerleaders. No more adoring fans. No
more girls from your backwards town of Lake Chuck throwing their panties at
you. Gone! You will be lucky, LUCKY to get a job at Home fucking Depot! So
check yourself, asshole; you will NOT be bullying me anymore. NOW, as you
consider what YOUR next move will be... I will be in the shower, washing
off your load and mine from my body and you can wait until I am done for
your shower. You got me? Any questions?"


I say all this to him and I am fuming.


Kyle's entire body went from being ready to fight to shrinking what seemed
like an entire foot. He slouched down and his eyes were darting around -
first at me, then at the floor, then seemingly looking far into the
future. He physically looks like the wind was knocked out of him and his
rich roux like coloring washes completely out to a pale white. When he
finally looks me in the eye there is a level of pain, shame and loss that
is permeating this entire soul.


I purposefully decided to not go as hard as I could have. I am sure my face
is glowing red as it feels like it is on fire! I push past him and I head
into the bathroom, locking both of the doors as the LAST thing I need right
now is for our two NEW adjoining roommates to come in and interrupt
this... this... fight.


As soon as I hop into the shower, I feel like absolute shit. Damn, I never
should have said any of that. He didn't deserve that. Fuck. Us gay guys
when we cut a bitch, we go for the jugular and shit, he didn't deserve me
going that hard.


But damn it, he was being a real ass. So-the-fuck what if a DROP of my cum
landed on his knee? What did he expect - he was basically sitting in my
damn lap and KNEW I was going to blast off when he did. Hell, we have been
cumming together for several weeks now, albeit in our own beds, but
still. What a dumbass.


Shit, would I really do this? Would I march into the chancellor's office
and show him the emails? Would I really do that? Fuck, why am I feeling
guilty?! He is the fucking cheater here! He is doing the deed! Fuck, I am a
mess.


My skin starts to prune up; I have been in this shower far too long. I turn
off the shower and grab my towel and slowly start drying off. I stare at
myself in the mirror. Who even am I? Am I really this person? Wait, the
ball is in my court now... shit now I am using sports analogies, what the
actual fuck? If I hold the cards now, what do I want for it?


You better bet, I am going to get something for this. And the first thing
is going to be respect.


All dry, I walk out of the bathroom and notice that he is already in bed
and covered up with his blanket and his light is off.


I get myself ready for bed, making sure that my bed isn't covered in cum. I
check it and there appears to be no cum drippage on the center of the bed
and the corner that Kyle used to wipe his knee is kinda wet. I look at it
and then smell it. It smells clean.


"I used my washcloth to wipe off that bit of cum from the corner of your
blanket. It's just water," Kyle says to me in the mousiest of voices.


"Sean, I am sorry. I am so very sorry. Please, please don't ruin my
life. I'm sorry I took it too far. You are my friend and I was an ass, but
I beg you, please don't ruin me." His voice is quivering as he says this to
me; he is CLEARLY shook.


"Kyle, I won't `ruin you,' but some things will have to change," I say to
him in a stern voice, praying that my voice doesn't crack as I say this.


"Anything, Sean. Anything you want, I promise you I will do it," Kyle says
with an almost pleading tone to his voice.


"We'll talk tomorrow, Kyle. Be sure to come home right after practice, OK?
I will pick up dinner for us so we can talk. Cool?"


"Yah, sure. Thank you. Yes, I will be here," he says as his voice trails
off and I hop into bed and turn off my light.


"Goodnight, roomie!" Kyle says to me. I don't respond.


I struggled to fall asleep.  The ping pong game playing through my head was
driving me nuts.


On the one hand, this guy is skating through life on easy street and has
the balls to insult me at every turn because he thinks he can?  Because he
is a jock and that is somehow better than me?  Fuck THAT!


Yet on the other hand, I was really hard on him. And was he really that
bad? I have endured so much worse growing up from the other jocks who
seemed to exist just to pick me apart. I think he doesn't even realize he
is being so ugly in his comments to me. He likely thinks he is being
playful.  I suppose I would see them as playful, normal jock humor if I
didn't really have feelings for this guy.  Who knows what kind of feelings,
but it hurts.  It hurts the way only someone close to you can hurt you.


I mean, this is the typical jock humor he has always engaged in, and all
the guys in the locker room just laugh off?  Damn it! Why am I giving him
the benefit of the doubt here?  He doesn't deserve it!


I slept maybe two hours that night (if that), but what sleep I did have I
had some of the most vivid dreams, sex dreams, of my life. They all
involved Kyle and me taking full advantage of him, so my plan was coming
into focus. Can I pull this off?


---------------------------


Thank you for reading Chapter 2! Please reach out and let me know if you
liked this and if you are excited for Chapter 3! You can follow me on
Twitter @LoganPrejean or you can email me LoganPrejean337@gmail.com . Show
some love to @Trappedinthecl1 by giving him a follow and thanking him for
his superb work on this project as my editor, friend and partner!


Stay tuned for chapter 3 which we plan to release within the week and
continue with a chapter a week release until the grand finale in chapter 6!