Dorm Night

   (MM, gay)

   Edited by Lance Vargas

   Bourbon Street was hopping that night - loud music, strippers, beer and
hurricanes, all of which I consumed with abandon.  I remember little about
what happened later that evening, but my buddies told me later that I was
shaking hands with total strangers in Pat O'Brien's men's room, so they
decided it was time to go.  I remembered fighting off one of them trying to
feel me up, but they were just trying to get my car keys.  The last thing I
saw was my car door opening.

   The next thing I recall is my head falling down, but instead of hitting
something hard it felt soft and cool.  I realized then that I was lying in
my bed.  My eyes didn't work, and apparently neither did my body.  I tried
to move but I couldn't.  At first I thought that I was paralyzed, but then
I could feel someone pulling off my shoes and socks.  I felt like a rag
doll as my shirt was being pulled over my head.  I tried to say something,
but all I could do was mumble.  I heard him cursing me and saying "you're
stinking drunk, man, sleep it off."

   Next he undid my jeans and struggled to get them off.  Finally I felt
the sheets being pulled up on my back.  I heard my door latch click, and
all was silent.  He had left the small lamp on my desk turned on and
through my hazy eyes the room appeared to be bathed in orange.  Everything
was fuzzy and out of focus.  Then the room started swirling, and I passed
out.

   I have no idea how long I had been sleeping or if I was sleeping at all.
I can recall lying on my stomach, my face buried in the pillow.  I was
trying like hell to come to my senses but then remembered again that I was
drunk.  My mind started reeling again, and I dared not open my eyes for
fear of being sick.

   Then I felt something.  At first I thought I was imagining things or
dreaming, but no, it was real.  I felt a hand on my butt.  It definitely
was a hand rubbing my butt.  I tried with all my might to rise up or turn
over.  No dice.  I was out.  My body didn't want to listen to orders. 
Again, I thought I was paralyzed, but I could feel that hand.  Now it was
two hands rubbing my cheeks.

   Shit, what was going on here?  Am I dreaming?  No way, I can really feel
these things.  I could recall my exam on Friday.  I can remember
volunteering to drive everyone to New Orleans.  I must be awake.  But
what's happening to me?

   I felt cool air, and then I realized that my sheet was gone.  But my
mind kept returning to those hands running over my backside.  Then I felt
them grip my jockey shorts by the waistband and pull them down.  Oh no! 
What am I going to do now?  I've got to get up and stop this!  I want to
scream but nothing doing.  I can't do a damn thing.

   My underwear is gone.  There are the hands again rubbing my naked butt.
One slips lower and lower into my crack.  Finally he's touching my sac.  It
begins to tickle a bit, but the rubbing becomes a gentle squeeze.  He grabs
my right leg and moves it toward the wall causing my legs to spread apart.
Again he caresses my balls.  I'm waiting for him to go further.  My dick!
My mind screams at me, protect my dick!  How?  I'm wondering if I have a
boner.  Please don't let me have a boner.  I'm hard as a rock.

   He reaches up underneath me and rubs my dick with his hand.  He slides
his hand between me and the bed slowly and deliberately.  Damn, that feels
good.  I can't believe that I'm getting off on this - a stranger in my room
rubbing my dick and I can't do a damn thing about it.  He continues rubbing
for a little while.  I hear myself moan.  Then I hear him whisper, "That's
it, c'mon.  Uh hum, c'mon." I can't recognize his voice from the whisper;
hell, I can barely hear him.

   Finally, he grabs my rod and slowly moves it downward between my legs.
He continues rubbing the underside with a couple of fingers.  His other
hand is still on my ass.  Then I feel something else on my butt.  It's
rough like sandpaper.  What the hell is that?  Goddam, he's rubbing his
face on my ass!  Then I feel him lick me.  First he licks on one cheek,
then the other.  He continues licking and at the same time still rubbing my
dick.  I'm going wild and feel myself bucking inside.  I know I'm not
moving, but I sure think I am.  Then he starts to lick inside my crack. 
Nuh uh, I don't want this.  But I can't stop it.  I can't believe he's
doing this.  He licks me from the base of my balls to the top of my butt
crack.

   He keeps this up for a while then everything stops.  I can hear movement
but have no earthly idea what's going on.  Maybe the asshole got his rocks
off and went back to bed.  Hell, it could be morning already.  I have no
idea what time it is.

   With a shock I feel his hands at my right leg.  He moves it away from
the wall and closes my legs together.  Well, he must be finished.  I wait
for the sheet to be pulled back up, but I'm surprised to feel his hands at
my side.  He grabs me by my shoulder and thigh and forcibly pushes on me.
What's going on?  What's he trying to do?

   He does it.  He has turned me over in my bed so that I'm lying on my
back.  I'm completely naked and showing him everything I've got.  I want to
open my eyes so bad but I can't even manage to do that.  I want to see who
my attacker is, but I just don't have the strength.  All of my power seems
to be focused between my legs.

   I can hear him whisper again, "Oooh, what a cock.  You've got a
beautiful dick, man.  Mmmm, look how big and long." Then I feel him gently
caress it with one hand and point it straight up.

   "It doesn't look like you're cut, man.  I like that." he whispers again.
Then I feel him slowly stroke my shaft.  Up and down.  Up and down.  My
mind is wild.  I feel assaulted, but at the same time it feels fantastic!

   I then decide to let myself go.  I've resigned myself to the pleasure;
there's nothing I can do anyway.  He's in complete control.  And it just
feels so damn good.  He's jacking me off real smoothly.  I know I'm bucking
now.

   Then I feel his other hand taking my wrist and bringing it up to my
chest.  I don't know what he has in mind, but I soon find out.  He takes my
hand and brings it over to him, to his crotch.  He makes my hand rub
beneath his balls.  I feel his sack on the back of my hand.  He turns my
hand over to touch his balls with my palm.  He releases my dick and I feel
a little dejected.  But then he uses both hands to curl my fingers around
his dick.  I can't believe that I'm holding another guy's dick in my hand.
Then he starts to pump back and forth.  Finally I hold on with my own
strength knowing that if I took some initiative he might let go of my hand
and put it back on my dick.  He does.  I slowly pump him, somewhat
erratically.  And he's giving me an expert hand job.

   I feel like I'm going to cum any minute now.  But I then feel him move,
my hand falls away.  I don't have the strength to hold him while he moves.
He's still jacking me off, but he's moving somewhere.  I felt something
touch my lips, and I knew it wasn't his finger, either.  My eyes popped
open, but I immediately shut them tight as my lips parted and accepted his
hard dick into my mouth.  Never having had to suck a cock before I had no
idea what I was being asked to do.  I felt the head of his dick hit the
roof of my palette.  It was sloppy, I couldn't manage to close my mouth
around it because of the angle, and I'm sure I was drooling around it.  But
he wasn't complaining.  I felt him go in and out.  I tried to suck a
little, at least wrap my tongue around it.  I can't recall exactly what I
was doing, but he was moaning and groaning.  I had a fear that he was going
to cum in my mouth.  I don't think I could handle that, and I knew that I
would puke.  But there was little I could do it stop it.

   Then he stopped humping my mouth.  I felt him move and his dick almost
slipped out of my mouth.  He pushed himself forward a bit to keep himself
inside.  Then I felt something warm and moist on my own cock.  He was
tonguing me!  Damn, that felt good, so warm, so comfortable.  Then he
closed his lips around my dickhead.  He popped out of my mouth, but it
seems he didn't care.  I felt him pump on my on rod, his head bobbing up
and down.  Oh shit, I couldn't take much of this.  I know he couldn't get
all of me in his mouth so he just stayed sucking on the head, kind of
popping it in and out of his lips.  I felt my sac tightening and my dick
starting to jerk.  Then he started humming; the vibrations were terrific
but that was it.  I felt it surging from deep within me then bam!  I
started shooting, the semen was flowing like water.  He kept sucking away.
The feeling was awesome!  When I was finished I felt him lick me.  I jerked
when he hit the sensitive spot on my glans.  He was very gentle.

   Then I felt him stand up.  He grabbed my hand again and placed it around
his cock.  He started to masturbate using my hand.  I tried to pump him and
could just barely manage.  It didn't take long before I felt him shudder.
Then I felt something warm on my chest.  He had just shot off all over me.
It hit my chin and neck and even my right arm.  He moaned and then released
my hand.

   All was quiet for a few minutes.  Then I heard some movement and felt a
warm cloth against my chest.  He was wiping his cum off of me.  He was so
tender.  When he was finished I felt him kiss me on my lips.  That was the
last thing I remembered.

   ---

   I didn't wake up until mid-afternoon the next day.  My head felt like an
anvil and the sunlight was the mallet striking it.  My sight was fuzzy at
best.  I sat up slowly then realized that I was in my underwear.  I never
sleep in my drawers, I thought.  Then images started coming back.  It was a
blur.  Then I thought about the fantastic dream I had.  How real it seemed.
I felt my briefs to see if I had dried cum.  Nope, nothing.  I thought for
sure I had just experienced the strangest wet dream I ever had.  I made my
way to my feet and staggered over to my chair.  I sat down and immediately
got a surprise, something cold laid across the back.  I reached back a
picked up a washcloth.  The smell of spent sex was potent on the wet cloth.
Oh God, it wasn't a dream.

   For the rest of the day my mind was preoccupied trying to determine who
the intruder was in my room the night before.  Was it a friend or a
complete stranger?  Everyone I saw that afternoon was suspect.  My mind
operated like it never had before.  Every time I passed a guy in the hall I
thought about him sucking my dick.  What were my feelings toward him? 
Would I like him to do it again?  That last was the most important
question. There was no doubt that I enjoyed what happened, but would I want
to do it again?  Hoo boy, that's a toughie.

   At dinner I sat with a couple of buddies.  I ate quietly while they
talked basketball.  All the time I kept trying to figure out how to bring
up the subject.  Man, I don't want them to think I'm a queer.  But I gotta
know who is.  Who did this to me?  What are they thinking about me?  I look
for a hint, a clue in their eyes.  Nothing.

   The rest of the week was a tough one for me.  I tried to concentrate on
studies, no dice.  Homework was useless.  Every time I went in my room I
kept thinking about what happened in that bed.  Would it happen again?  How
could I make it happen again?  Did I just say that?  Yes, I really wanted
it to happen again.

   Friday night was a swimming party for the dorm.  It always turned into a
beer bust and everybody got thrown into the pool.  This one was no
different.  I went and drank my fill, being real careful not to overdo it.
I didn't want to get snockered like last week.  Shit, this was the weirdest
pool party I ever went to.  It was always a male-only gathering, but this
time I was checking out all of the guys there, gauging the bulges in their
suits.

   Finally I decided I had enough.  I was going crazy out there and told my
friends that I was turning in.  They said they had enough, too.  So we all
walked back to the dorm.  We joked and snapped towels at one another. 
Bryan said he had a date later on that evening and he was sure he was going
to get some.  He grabbed his crotch when he said that and the bulging meat
underneath his suit made my heart jump.  I couldn't believe I did that.

   A couple of guys broke off to go in their rooms and the rest of us
continued down the hall.  Quentin asked if I had a spare light bulb for his
lamp.  I said sure, but I'd have to dig for it.  We went into my room and
told the rest of the gang good night.  I threw my towel on the chair and
told Q to have a seat; I'd have to move some boxes to find my bulbs.  He
remained standing.

   I was mumbling to him while searching but he kept quiet.  Finally he
managed to stumble out, "Jim, I gotta tell you something."

   "Go ahead, Q boy.  I think I they're in this box," I muttered back over
my shoulder.

   "No, you gotta look at me.  It's serious."

   I stopped and closed the box and sat on top of it.  "What is it,
Quentin? What's going on?  You OK?"

   "Yeah, I'm fine.  Well, no...  I'm not.  Well, I'm...  Look, I gotta
tell you.  I jacked you off the other night."

   He just blurted it right out.  My heart sank or rose or did something, I
don't what.  But I felt my face burning red, and my stomach felt hollow.

   Quentin!  He was the one.  I would have never suspected.  He didn't look
gay.  He was just a nice looking fellow.  Kind of small, not really skinny,
but not built - just an all-around friendly type of guy.  But not a queer.

   "Q, what in the hell are you talking about?" I tried to just throw the
whole thing away making him think that I remembered nothing, but knowing
that he wouldn't let it rest.

   "The other night when we went into the city and you got blasted.  I put
you to bed because everyone else was going to let you sleep in the car. 
Well, we had gone to that nude place and watched the girls dance for so
long.  You were sleeping on the table, man, but I got horny as hell
watching those girls.  Shit, I just had to have sex with somebody.  Well,
when I brought you in here I took off your pants and shirt to make you
comfortable.  When I laid you down you were hard as a rock, Man.  Your dick
was almost sticking out of your shorts.  I was hard, too.  I went back to
my room to jack off.  I just had to get my rocks off.  But I kept thinking
about seeing your hard dick through your underwear.  That's when I decided
to go back to your room and jack you off.  I'm not a queer, man, you gotta
believe me.  I just wanted sex.  You know?"

   I kinda knew.  But I also knew it felt good and I wanted it again.

   "Are you OK, Q?  I mean, it's OK, I understand.  No one was hurt and I
don't remember it.  I'm OK with it.  But you can talk about it if you want
to."

   "You sure?  I mean, you're OK with it?"

   "Sure, hell, I wish I remember what it felt like if it was good."

   "Well, it felt good to me, that's for sure.  Damn, look I hope you don't
mind me saying, but you got one big dick.  I didn't know you were built
like that."

   I started to turn red.  I didn't think it would bother me to have
someone compliment me on my manhood.  But hearing a guy talk about my dick,
well, it was just unexpected.  But I was flattered.

   "Thanks," I stammered.  "I never really, uh, thought that I was bigger
than normal..."

   "And you're not circumcised either.  I've never seen a hard, uncut dick
before.  I was really surprised when I saw that."

   "Yeah, well, there's not a lot of uncut guys.  I mean, not that I know
for sure, but in the locker rooms and stuff, I just..." I was losing it.  I
did really know what to say I was kind of uncomfortable talking about this.
Quentin obviously was not.

   "Would you show it to me again?  I mean, if you don't mind.  If it
bothers you that's OK, you don't have to.  I just, well, it was kinda dark
in here and I didn't really get a good look, aw, you know.  I...  look, you
don't have to.  I promise I won't touch it."

   I was reeling again.  Here was a fella that wanted me to show him my
cock.  And I really wanted to, that was the kicker.  I didn't mind slipping
my pecker out of my pants, but I just didn't want him to think I was queer
or anything.  But, hey, he was asking me!  So, is Quentin gay then?  I
didn't know what to think, so I hesitated.

   "Uh, no, I don't mind.  It's just that....  "

   "Oh, you want me to show you mine, huh?  Yeah, OK, no problem." Quentin
reached back and turned the bolt on the door.  I reached inside my swim
trunks and began to untie the string.  He was wearing some old warm up
pants and sandals.  I could see his erection outlined in his pants.  He
probably wasn't wearing anything beneath them.

   He watched me fumble with my strings then he said, "You're probably hard
as a rock, huh?  Me, too.  Man, I can't believe we're doing this."

   Neither could I.  He was right, though.  My dick was so hard that if I
didn't jack off real soon I was gonna be seriously hurt.  I still couldn't
get the wet strings untied so I just reached underneath inside one of the
legs and grabbed a hold of my hard-on and popped it out.  It stood out
straight and proud, the head wet and glistening.

   "Good God, Jimbo, it's bigger than it was the other night.  Damn, that's
a nightstick.  Shit, man, you could really hurt somebody with that."

   Every time he talked about it my dick would jerk.  I was going to go off
any second, I could just feel the cum well up in my balls.  And I wasn't
even touching my dick.

   "Go ahead and pull your trunks down, Jim.  I wanna see your hair and
balls, too.  OK?"

   "Yeah, well, I'm trying but..."

   "Oh, yeah, you wanna see mine, too.  OK." And he grabbed his sweats by
the waistband and pulled down to his knees.  His arm was in the way, but I
saw his dick pop up in the shadow.  We he stood upright there was his proud
manhood poking out over 7 inches, and pretty thick, too.  This was the
first time I had ever seen another erect adult cock in real life.  I knew
mine was big but his seemed huge to me.

   "Damn, Q, you got a nice one, too.  It's real thick, man.  And your head
is big!"

   "You really think so.  I mean, it's not as big as yours..."

   "You think?  I dunno...  do you jack off a lot?"

   Quentin looked a little embarrassed, "Yeah, pretty much.  I just gotta
unload sometimes."

   "I know whatcha mean, man.  Sometimes my balls can't take it, like right
now.  I don't know why, but I'm about to blow my wad right here."

   "Me too, guy.  Go ahead, though.  Do whatcha gotta do.  But pull your
trunks down, OK?  I just wanna see your balls.  OK?"

   I finally got the strings undone and managed to pull my trunks over my
rock-hard manhood.  I pulled them to right below my balls and lifted my
dick so he could see.

   "Aw, go ahead and pull them all the way down.  Yeah, go ahead a take
them off.  I mean, you gotta get outa them wet things anyway."

   I couldn't defy his logic so without thinking I dropped them to the
floor and kicked them off.  I was completely naked in front of a guy.  I
couldn't believe it.  And I was ready to explode any second now.

   "Goddam, man.  That is a whopper," Quentin crouched and looked up under
my legs.  "Look, man, I know I promised not to touch, but you know I ain't
gonna do anything funny anymore.  Can I just hold it.  I won't jerk it or
anything.  I'll let you touch mine, too...  but only if you want to."

   Hell, yeah, I wanted to.  And I wanted him to touch me as well, and to
jerk me.  Shit, he could've done anything he wanted to with me.  I didn't
care, I just wanted to get off.  Real bad.  So bad that I would probably
suck him off if he wanted me to.  Or even more.

   "Yeah, you can go ahead and touch it," I said.  My dick jerked nervously
awaiting the feel of his hand.  I was scared that I would shoot off all
over him.  I bent my knees and spread my legs a little, kinda poking my
dick out for him.  His touch was so gentle, but so warm, and it felt so
damn good!  He slowly encircled my shaft.  I closed my eyes and just melted
away.  I opened them and looked at Quentin.  His eyes were trained on my
staff.  I looked down between his legs, reached out and gently grasped his
quivering dick.  This was the first time I had consciously touched a man's
penis, hard or otherwise.  It felt quite firm yet soft at the same time. 
He let out a moan and I did too.



   "Oh, shit, Q.  I'm gonna cum right now, better move your hand." I felt
my balls shaking and my cock getting even harder, growing in Quentin's
hand. Instead of removing his hand he started jacking me off.  He pumped my
rod three times and then pulled it all the way back to the base of my dick.
My cock exploded!  The cum flew to the other side of the room and hit my
desk and lamp.  Quentin stood in front of me holding my dick and I splashed
him on his chest.  He pumped me again and pulled back my dick, another load
erupted almost hitting his chin.  My knees almost gave way.  I heard myself
stutter as I shuddered.  Then I heard deep, guttural moans coming from my
throat.

   "Unnh, unnnh, oh, Quentin, unnh, unnh, dammmmnnnnnn, uhhhhn, shiiiittt."


   When it subsided I realized that I had a stranglehold on Quentin's still
hard staff.  He started quivering himself so I started to pump him up and
down.  He released my shaft and stood in front of me.  I got a most perfect
view of his tool with my hand riding up and down.  I placed my other hand
beneath his sac and pressed gently.  With a grunt Quentin released his
load, BAM!  Right in my face.  I felt it hit above my eye and on my mouth.
I heard him let out a nervous little laugh and then "...sorry..." but he
was lost again.  I continued pumping him and he continued pouring out.  The
other shots hit my chest and arms, and still another hit my dick.  The warm
fluid felt kind of nice against my hot dick.  Soon, Quentin was spent.  I
released his manhood and we both sat down on my bed.

   I guess instinct made me lick my lips.  I was stunned at first to
realize what I was doing or tasting.  Not gross at all.  I always thought
semen would be awful, but it was kinda like sweet sweat.  Not like piss or
anything else I imagined.

   "Damn, Quentin, you don't taste too bad." I joked.

   He was silent, just breathing real heavy, his limp dick laying to the
side over one leg, just as mine was.

   "Man, that felt good.  I never came like that before.  Shit, Jim, I
don't know what to say.  I mean, I didn't mean for this to happen, honest.
I really had no idea..."

   "Aw, man, lighten up.  Look, it felt just as good to me too.  I don't
mind, really, I don't.  It don't bother me, guy."

   "It doesn't.  Fuck, I thought I was in all kinda trouble when you
started cumming.  I just knew you were gonna blame it on me.  I thought my
ass was gonna be kicked outa here for life."

   "Naw, nothing like that, man.  It really felt good.  Damn good.  Shit, I
wouldn't mind feeling like that for a long time." I couldn't believe I just
said that, here it comes...

   "Really, you'd like to do that again?  Damn, me too.  Man, I could get
use to that."

   "Quentin," I was more somber.  "You do this a lot, I mean, with other
guys?"

   "Aw no, man.  I've never, ever done anything like this before.  Really,
I could never go up to somebody and jack them off.  This was different.  I
don't know why, I mean, you were drunk and stuff and well...  hell, you
were just there."

   "Yeah, I know.  Look, I wouldn't wanna make this a habit, but, you know,
if you ever need...  well, I mean, every once in a while we could...  you
know."

   "Yeah, right.  Shit, I'm getting hard again already."

   So was I.  Just talking about it was making me erect again.  And
watching his dick grow was stimulating me even more.  I reached down and
gently held his cock feeling it grow in my hand.  He did the same with mine
and in no time we were both hard as rocks again.  We pumped each other for
a little while both just looking at each other's dicks and not letting our
eyes meet.  Then Quentin got up and walked between my legs.  He put his
dick right on top of mine and started rubbing them together with both
hands. It was the weirdest feeling I ever had.  And the sight was pretty
excting, too.  Two purple heads being masturbated at the same time.  My
head would poke out a little farther than his from time to time.

   Quentin continued this for some time, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
Before I realized it my hips were pumping back and forth.  I reached down
and grabbed his hips and started rocking them back and forth.  We were both
in the throes of extreme pleasure.  Then Quentin stopped abruptly and
released our dicks.  He moved back a little way and got on his knees.  I
raised myself to my elbows to see what he was up to.  When I did I saw his
head go down to my lap.  Then I felt the warm presence of his mouth
surrounding my glans.

   "Oh, shit, Quentin.  Oh, no man, you better not...  no, man, I can't
hold it."

   He didn't stop just continued letting my dick fuck his mouth.  His head
bobbed up and down, his warm tongue surrounding my shaft.  I couldn't speak
anymore.  Seeing this sight of my shaft disappearing into Q's eager mouth
was almost too much.  I felt my balls rise again.  But before I could do
anything, Quentin released me from his lips.

   "Shhhh," he said, putting his fingers to his lips.  Then he slipped on
his warm-up pants, unlocked the door and left, closing the door quietly
behind him.  I was left lying across my bed with my boner at full attention
crying for attention.  I felt...  well, I felt heartbroken.  That's the
only way to describe it.  Like I had been left out or abandoned.  Then I
started getting pissed off.  What the hell does he take me for?  Did he
come to his senses or something?  Did he have second thoughts?  What was he
up to?

   I was about to get up from the bed when the door opened.  I reached
frantically for something to cover myself with when I saw it was Quentin
again.

   "What the shit's going on with you?" I whispered hoarsely to him.

   "Nothing, shh, just lay back down." Quentin whispered back pulling his
pants off again.  He had brought something else with him but I couldn't
tell what it was.  He immediately got back on his knees and returned to his
work like nothing else happened.  I couldn't continue arguing with him when
I felt his warm mouth around my cockmeat again.  He just put the head in
his mouth and with his hand he pumped on the base.  Damn, I was lost again.


   He continued pumping but he removed his mouth.  "Jim?"

   "Uh hmmmmmm?" I moaned.

   "You ever wanted to screw a guy before?

   ****

   What could I say?  No?  Well, yes, the answer was no.  I never wanted to
screw a guy before, at least before tonight.  With what was happening
tonight, now I wasn't so sure about the answer.  Quentin held me in one
hand, and with the other reached down and brought up a small white tube,
kind of like toothpaste.  He released my tool and opened the cap, squirting
a good amount in his hand.  It was a clear gel.  He rubbed his hands
together and then started to rub my dick with his hands.

   "K-Y Jelly...  for lubrication." he said matter-of-factly.

   I didn't ask him where he got it or why he had it.  He just continued
lubing my dick making it glisten even more.  Then he squirted more in his
hand and reached below him.  I thought he was lubing his own dick this
time. Instead, I looked up and saw him rubbing his hand between his legs
beneath his scrotum.  He was greasing his asshole up real good.

   "C'mon up here," he said.  He reached out and grabbed one of my hands
and helped me up out of the bed.

   "Yeah, over here by the dresser." He stood in front of my low dresser
and grabbed it by the edges.  He was bent over sticking his ass in the air;
his legs were spread wide and his asshole was staring me in the face.

   "Go ahead, Jim.  Do it to me!"

   Throwing all caution to the wind I grabbed my slippery dick and placed
it against the opening to his anus.  I heard him expel a little moan when
we touched.  My dickhead was rockhard again, but it looked way too big to
ever go inside of that little puckered hole.

   "Go ahead and push, yeah, just push it inside.  I'll relax, you go
ahead, but slowly....  OOOOOHHHHHH!"

   Penetration!  I just pushed forward a bit and the tip of my head
disappeared inside of Q's behind.  The feeling was like a wave overtaking
my groin first and then sweeping to the rest of my body.  I felt my dick
spasm.  No, I wasn't cumming I was growing.  His anus had a deathgrip on my
dick, and it was like squeezing a balloon.  All the blood was rushing to
the head of my dick and I was getting larger inside of Quentin.

   "Ooooh, take it slow, Jim.  Slow, slow, oooohhh."

   Little by little I fed myself to Jim's butt.  I watched as I slowly
inched inside of him, my full length being swallowed up.  After what seemed
like a half an hour I was all the way inside and just waited to him to get
use to the size.  When I felt the tenseness in Quentin's buttocks subside I
started to pump back and forth.

   "How does it feel, Quentin?" I had to know.  It was feeling so fantastic
to me to have my dick massaged so tightly that I wanted to make sure that
at least he was feeling some pleasure.

   "It feels wonderful.  Ooh, like someone jacking me off from the inside.
C'mon, pump."

   Always the one to oblige I began to rock back and forth.  I felt his
anus relaxing on each thrust.  Before long we were bouncing along in
rhythm, his backward presses coinciding with my forward thrusts.  Quentin
managed to stand somewhat upright with his legs spread and I grabbed the
top of his hips and began poking upwards sending my petrified meat back and
forth.  I glanced around his side and saw his own dick bobbing up and down
with each poke.  I reached around and grabbed his big dick, holding it and
masturbating him in time with my thrusts.

   It wasn't long before my balls began to swell and that familiar feeling
started welling up inside of me.  I released his dick and placed both hands
on his thighs.  My thrusts became deeper and deeper and more determined. 
He knew what was about to happen and he grasped the dresser again, bending
over as he did so.  I looked down and saw the white ring around Q's asshole
where the jelly had foamed.  Deep, deep inside I buried my man-sword,
pulling it out almost to the crown around the head, then thrusting it back
in.  Finally, that peak feeling when your dick tells you "THAT'S IT!" I
pushed myself completely against his bottom and held myself inside.  My
body started shuddering and finally I felt my dickhead explode for the
second time this evening.  This time I spent my seed completely inside of
Quentin's beautiful buns.

   When the spasms subsided we were both unsteady.  I removed my wilted
member from Q's butt and sat back down on the bed.  Quentin sat next to me,
his dick still at full attention.

   After about five minutes of heavy breathing Quentin spoke up.

   "You mind if I jack off, Jim?" he asked plaintively.

   "Yeah, I do, Q boy.  I do mind that you jack off," I answered.

   He looked at me puzzled.

   I said, "It wouldn't be right to have you take matters into your own
hands." And saying that I turned around and lay on my stomach across my
bed, my knees on the floor.  I poked my butt outward.  Quentin grabbed his
tube again and got on his knees behind me.  I felt his hands full of goo
massage my butt crack and hole.  I was feeling very apprehensive about the
whole thing, but I couldn't very well turn back now.  Not after what just
happened.

   Then I heard Q lubing up his own cock and soon I felt his hands
spreading my cheeks.

   "The secret is to relax your sphincter, Jimbo.  You have to act like
you're gonna take a crap.  OK?"

   It's damn hard to relax your sphincter when there's a big dick poking at
it.  But I tried as best I could.  No way.  Quentin wasn't going to get
inside, no matter how hard I tried to relax.  Then I heard Q pick up the
tube again, and again I felt his hands around my hole soaping it up with
K-Y Jelly.  He surprised me by inserting one finger in my anus.  It was
full of jelly so it went in easy.  He massaged the base of my anus toward
my penis.  The feeling was wonderful.  He continued his slow rubbing until
I could feel myself getting hard again.  He was causing me to have an
erection from the inside.  Without warning I felt another finger enter me.
There was no discomfort at all.  In fact, it was quite comfortable.  I was
lounging on my stomach feeling my dick poke the side of the bed, just
enjoying Quentin's fingers rubbing my insides when he removed both fingers.
I was about to make an issue of this when he re-inserted his finger, much
to my comfort.  Immediately I realized it wasn't his finger at all but the
very tip of his big dick.  Before I could fully register what was going on,
he popped the head of his dong inside of me.  I felt slight discomfort, but
a great wave of pleasure came over me.  It was coupled with the feeling of
satisfaction that I had knowing I could accommodate Quentin.  I only hoped
now that his orgasm was as strong as mine had been.

   I steadied myself as I felt Q start to move in me.  I swallowed his
shaft bit by bit feeling its length go past my anal opening.  He would
slowly pump and feed me a little bit at a time.  I felt so full that I knew
I was going to cum again myself.  His cock felt like a goddam football
inside of me.  It felt like my legs would be split apart.  I was imagining
how he felt with me inside of him.

   When he was all the way inside of me I felt him pause, just like I did.
I quickly became accustomed to his length.  Then I felt him start to pull
back, I felt his head brush against my prostate.  The feeling was
incredible.  In and out he travelled his full length inside of me.  He got
faster and I began to grind myself into him.  Soon he was pumping away.

   I turned my head back and whispered quickly, "Quentin, jack me off!"

   Without acknowledging he reached around and grabbed my pecker and began
to stroke it.  The feeling was incredible!  I had the motion of Q's dick
inside of me massage me internally, and his wonderful hand expertly
handling my manhood from the outside.  I felt the cum start rising again.
Three times in a half hour was too much, but it was true.  My tip was sore,
but my balls started shaking again.

   Then I felt Quentin start to shudder and his strokes became unsteady,
his thrusts erratic.  I felt Quentin grab me by the waist and push himself
full into my asshole, the pressure was tremendous.  Then I felt a flood
inside of me as Q released his load.  At that very same time I shot my wad
without anyone touching my dick.  I reached down and grabbed my cock and
pumped in time to Quentin pumping his sperm into me.  He came much more
than I did my second time.  I didn't want it to end.

   He laid on top of my back for a while, his semi-soft dick still imbedded
up my butt.  Finally, I made a movement and Quentin got up.  We both laid
back on the bed leaning our heads against the wall.  We wallowed in the
silence both reliving the experience we just had.

   "You OK?" Quentin broke the silence first.

   "Fantastic.  You?"

   "Me, too."

   That was all that was said for about five minutes.  Then Quentin got up
and started picking his things up.

   "Man, I don't know about you, but I'm still horny as hell."

   "Yeah, me too, but I'm sore all over the place.  Shit, I don't think I
could do anything about it if I could.  I know I'm gonna have weird dreams,
though."

   "Yeah, me too." Quentin put his pants back on and grabbed his sandals
and tube of jelly.  "Listen, this was just one of those things OK.  I don't
think I could do this every night, and I don't think I'd want to.  But I
wouldn't have missed this for the world."

   He voiced my sentiments exactly.  It was just one of those things that
had to happen.  It was a complete sexual experience, on quite a different
level than making love.  We had feelings for each other, but not as lovers.
More as experimenters.

   We had similar encounters since then and we learned more positions and
tried different things.  We don't think of ourselves as gay but definitely
bisexual.  Women play a big part in both of our lives and we have regular
relations with them.  In fact, we've had a foursome with two straight
females who were just overwhelmed at our ability to penetrate each other.
It heightened our episode with them as well.  They were quite appreciative
of us allowing them to experience such as thing.

   In two months we both graduate.  I'm already accepted on the West Coast
and Quentin's going to New England.  I can't say I'm not going to miss him,
but he'll be with me all of my life.  It has been an experience.
   

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