Something Big


Does your mother know you're reading this shit?

Warning: This story is PORNO. I have tried my hand at friction, now I'm trying fiction. This story contains vivid descriptions of sexual activity between teen boys.
It contains no truth, partial truth, or half truth. What it does contain is stroking material. If this kind of story turns you off, or offends you, please find something else.
The author does not encourage or condone sex between adults and underage children.

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This story is copyrighted, ©2005. It is therefore illegal to copy or use any part of this story without my written permission.

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      I had one ton of homework to do. College is much worse than highschool ever thought of being. The professors drone on and on and say nothing then pile the assignments on you by the truck load. If I'm going to keep my grade point up I have to knuckle down. Even if it is only the third day of my freshman year.
      Yeah, I squeaked it out. I had made it to school and, get this, it was the college I wanted so bad. I would have done anything to get into this school Fortunately they only wanted good grades and SAT scores.
      It was six thirty in early September so the sun was still up and it was bright outside. I figured my hunky roomy wouldn't be in for two or three more hours so I sat at my desk with nothing on but my briefs. I had my cushy under my butt. I can sit on this thing all night and my butt never gets tired or sore. My dad bought me this really nice blow up pillow to sit on. It is shaped like a ring, or more of an oval. Anyway he took me into his favorite office supply store and he and this really cute dude fitted a cushy to my butt. I could get off on that dude feeling me up to get my size.
      Okay, you guessed it, but truthfully, isn't that why you're reading this story on this site. You want to read about young, sweet faced kids with hard dicks that like to sucky suck and the lay back to fuck. Sadly you found such a tome. I'm one of them. I figured out what I was in the seventh grade when my neighbor fucked my brains out. He was fifteen and I was twelve. He said I had a cute ass and he wanted to see it. He could sweet talk me into anything, and he did.
      He fucked me daily until I left home to come to school He never finished school All he does is act like a leech and suck the blood out of his hard working, widowed mother. She should throw the ass hole out. I finally had my say on the last weekend I was supposed to be home. A cop friend of my dad's was in the driveway when Olsen whistled at me from his front porch. I had all I could take of him so I just laid it all out.
      "Can't you ever give a guy a break. I don't want to suck your dick today or let you fuck me. This is my last week end with my family for a whole semester. Leave me alone." My dad looked at me and I acted all mean and bad. "Well heck, daddy, he makes me do him every day and I am tired of it. He's nasty and doesn't even take a shower half the time anymore. I didn't really mind it when I was a little boy but since I've been in highschool..I fucking hate him."
      Yeah!! Okay, I outed the guy to the whole neighborhood. His mother heard what I said. My dad heard it real well as did his cop friend, whom I found out was a Sgt. Detective with the sex crimes division. I spent the next month being interviewed by cops, doctors, head doctors and the other kind that had to look up my butt to see how much damage had been done. I guess it was wrong but Olsen was a fat slob. He weighed a hundred and sixty pounds when he was fourteen and just kept on enlarging. Not up, out. His little dick barely made it past his jelly roll belly.
      I missed out on a cool job for the semester though. It would have put spending loot in my pocket while I'm here. I was supposed to come to school at the end of July and work in the cafeteria. The football and other sports teams as well as the marching band begin meeting in August, I guess. Anyway I would have gotten some time in and some money earned before classes began. Because of my big mouth I spent everyday with either some police snoop or some head snoop.
      I didn't really mind the cops so much but the doctor's were enough to scare a person to death. I asked one if he thought I was crazy. He asked me what I thought. I just looked him in the eye with as deadpan look as I could muster on my childlike face and told him, "Be aFreud, Be very very aFreud." I said that very slowly and in my most deepest voice as I slowly moved my head from side to side, and looked him in the eye.
      I know that I'll have to miss some classes this semester so that I can go to court and tell what he did to me. I did have one friend that wanted to mess around but I was afraid that he would find out about Olsen and me so I never let him do me. I did blow him a few times and he wanted to blow me but I just couldn't. I felt dirty and unworthy of him. Now he's married to the best looking girl in school and I have nobody, not even Olsen.
      Well, I had my writing assignment done and was heavy into my Trig when the door opened. I looked up. It was dark already. I looked at my watch, fuck times flies when you're having fun. It was almost eight. I looked at my paper for English comp. and it was twelve pages, typed, on the computer of course. Stupid paper isn't due for six weeks, oh well, it was done.
      Mark came in with a giggling girl. Oh shit. Is this the way it's going to be? I mean, who wouldn't want to be with Mark. He was everything I thought a young man should be. We were both seventeen year old freshmen but there the similarities ended unless you want to say we were both horny teenage boys. Mark had the body of a true jock. He swears that he hates sports and only likes to go to the opera. I'm sure he's jerking my chain. He always has his earphones on as he listens to his Ipod constantly.
      He struts around in super small and extra tight briefs. His package has stretched the pouch way out of shape. I have never gotten a glimpse of what is held together by those briefs but I have had a good whiff of what kind of essence they exude. I only wish that I could have time to really get off when I find a warm discarded pair. He goes into the can and tosses his undies back out the door. They always miss his bed and he asks me to pick them up for him and put them on his bed. Kind of presumptuous but I do it for my own perving pleasure.
      Mark and Miss Giggles were entwined as one on his bed. Sometime in the last few minutes of my day dreaming he had lost his pants and shirt. I watched as her clothes joined his in a pile beside his bed. She was on the inside and under him so I didn't have to look at her. I'm sure if I saw that naked twat I would loose my lunch. There is nothing uglier in the whole wide world than pussy.
      A girl looks mutilated, almost as if she is incomplete. I don't mind boobs as long as they're not huge. I did hide behind the old dating routine in highschool and I was famous for titty diving. I let myself be seen with my hands all over a small pair of boobs. I avoided the big breasted women. If I want a big breast I will go down to the Colonel and get a couple, fried, original recipe, please.
      Now I am in a hell of a mess. Mark just lost his underwear. I am sitting at my desk with nothing but briefs on and I am starring straight at his firm bubble butt. The boy only weighs in at one forty. He is so fucking buff. His ass is to die for and now I see the thinnest of tan lines. The guy hadn't worn more than a 'g'string bikini all summer. My finger was wider than the white outline across his ass.
      There is no way I can hide my boner. If I get up he will look to see what I am doing. Our clothes are in drawers in the wardrobe on the wall at the foot of his bed. He will see me no matter where I go. If I had a regular sized cock it wouldn't be so bad but I have this curse of being one of those one in a million guys with more cock than brains. Barnum and Bailey couldn't fill the tent I pitch.
      I know one thing for sure. I am going to rearrange the furniture in my room tomorrow. Our desks are in the middle of the wall under the window and turned perpendicular to the wall. My desk faces his bed and his desk faces mine. Our beds are all the way up against the same wall with the wardrobe on the other end of the room. The bathroom door is on his side of the room. The door into our room is on my side. There is about eight feet between our beds and maybe eight or nine feet from the desk to the wardrobes. Overall the room is like twelve feet by fourteen feet. Whoever designed this dorm saved a ton of space. Most efficient but no privacy.
      Just as I thought that I was in the worst situation of my life Mark rolled over on his back. My jaw dropped so hard it thunked as it hit the desk. Standing in the midst of the flattest groin I had ever seen was a cock that even made me envious. That uncut wonder was a hand over hand ten incher and as big around as my skinny wrist. The base of the monolith was adorned in bright yellow pubic hairs.
      The strange thing to me was the fact that it was dry. I was sure it would be all wet and slimy if it had been where I think it had been. I mean, I don't have any experience in these matters but Olsen's cock was always wet and slimy when he made me suck him after he fucked me. I have heard about women being wet in order to have sex. It makes sense to me that his cock should be wet.
      Mark was reaching around on the floor with his right hand, "I can't find them babe." He rose up a little and looked down, "Oh, here they are." He picked up her bikini panties and held them up for me to see as he smiled, wide and toothy, at me. He passed her the panties. Her legs went up in the air as she pulled them on. He was giggling at her as she giggled back. There was a lot of movement on the bed as she pulled the tiny silk garment on.
      Mark stood up. His cock never lost a bit of its rigidity. He stretched as she lay on the bed looking up at him and crooning. Is that still a word? I heard it in an old movie. I think it means something like singing a song. Well anyway that's what she seemed to be doing. She was singing her appreciation of his beautiful body. I was too but I was doing it in my head while I pretended to do my Trigonometry homework, which was due in the morning.
      Miss Giggles sat up and I saw one amazing set of tiny tits. I have seen boys with bigger tits, Olsen for one. She looked at me and giggled as Mark passed her the bra. She put it on then tugged on her short little skirt. She had a small top that left her shoulders and tummy bare. She put her feet into her sandals then gave Mark a quick air kiss and was gone.
      Mark walked over to me with his hard cock waving like a flag. I so wanted to grab it and show how I salute. He stood less than a foot away from me, his cock was actually in my face. "I am so horny. She gets me so worked up. Let's get off." He looked down at my lap. The front of my briefs were so wet that I could see through them. My leaking cock head was right at the waist band begging to get out.
      "Man, you just had sex with her in your bed. How can you still be horny after that fine piece?"
      "Her? You think she's fine? Man, I can't screw that. She my best friend." I shrugged as I looked into his deep brown eyes. I have never seen a blonde with brown eyes before. Mark was blonde, everywhere. I could barely make out the fine hair on his perfect legs. His crotch was to die for. I so wanted to run my fingers through his hair as he ravaged my ass hole with his enormous man pole.
      "'Sides that, she's my cousin. My first cousin." He was waiting for a reaction from me. I was working so hard to not give my emotions away. "And she's a lesbian." I lost it. I blew out a big breath that moved the hair on his groin. I could see little wet dots on his body. "And..." he looked me square in the eye and locked on, "she's the only one who knows that I am gay."
      My jaw slid from the top of the desk to the floor. "I know all about you. I had to beg to get this room with you. I want you so bad, I can't tell you. I have tried everything to get you to open up to me. I had her help me stage this for you. If you reject me now I..." A tear, a real tear rolled down his face. I stood up and put my hand in his and led him to sit on my bed. We laid our backs against the wall as we sat, our bodies touching each other down the whole length.
      "How could you know all about me?"
      "You really don't pay any attention to girls, even pretty ones like Linda. Linda worked this past summer at your doctor's office doing data entry. She watched you come and go every day as you came for therapy. She studied your file and learned your whole story. I want to kill Olsen for what he did to you. Linda made a copy of your shit and brought it to me when she found out that you were coming here to school. I sat in that doctor's waiting room with my face buried in a magazine, three times, just so I could stare at you. You are so...perfect is all I can say. Linda's girlfriend has connections with the housing office here on campus and she worked to get us into the same room." Her girlfriend has connections with the housing office and she worked to get us into the same room."
      "Why? So you can laugh at the poor molested and abused little boy?" I so wanted out of there. He reached over and stuck his hand down in my briefs and grabbed my, now soft, cock.
      "No, so I could get a chance to suck this. Linda saw you naked and she knew that you were everything I want in a man. Kenny, I have strutted my stuff in your face all fucking week. You won't give me a tumble. I leave my underwear for you to mess with. You just pick it up and toss it on my bed. Yeah, I see you sniff on it but you don't do anything. I am truly hoping that you are gay and that you can dig me. If not I am totally lost. Do you want me to move out? I can go to Linda's and sleep on their couch until I can get a new dorm room."
      "No, I don't want you to move out. Mark, I want you so bad it is tearing me up. I am not out there like you are. No I don't mean outed, I mean extroverted about being gay. I was ashamed of what Olsen made me do and I knew if anyone found out that they would laugh at me and ridicule me. I stayed to myself for the most part. I wanted to have friends but I was afraid to get close. If I brought anybody near my house I was afraid that Olsen would say something or force them to do him too. He was such a pig. I hate him." I began to cry.
      I lay in Mark's arms but I kept on crying forever, half over what I felt and half over the fact that Mark was there and he wanted me. Somewhere down the line I had lost my underwear. Mark was fondling my cock and squeezing my balls. It was late and we both had early classes. I knew we should go to sleep but Mark needed relief. I didn't know if I could do it or not.
      "Are you comfortable? Are you okay? Listen to me. Don't try to go where you don't want to go. Let's learn to be friends before we become lovers. I am here if you want me and believe me I want you. I do think that in view of what you have been through that maybe I need to back off a bit. I am sorry if I came on too strong. I just had to let you know how I feel."
      I felt him move. I was afraid he was going to get up. "Everything has been about what you want. Well, sir, I have wants too. What I want is to lay here in your arms all night. This bed is not all that big but if we lay close, close like I want to be with you, then we can both get some sleep. I do need some time. I do want you. I want that huge cock of yours up my ass so bad I can't stand it. But I am afraid. Can you give me some time? Just a little time?"
      The next morning Mark showed me how much he had prepared for this time together. In the bottom of his wardrobe, way back in the back was a box that contained a queen sized air bed. He had queen sized sheets and blankets. He was prepared. We went to class and hurried back to the dorm. We grabbed take out food and locked our door for the night.
      We skipped Friday classes and started our weekend together. Food was our only reason to come up for air. Linda and her girlfriend delivered Saturday and Sunday but Friday we had to go it on our own. Mark loves to suck my cock and he would not fuck me until I did him twice. He wants me to owe him so that I don't feel like I'm being used anymore. I think that this could be the start of something big.

Tell me what you think. Is it complete? Do you want more? What do you want to see?
My command is your wish, so wish on, big boy. Make me like you. Make me feel good.

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