The following story is a work of fiction.  This story is intended for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY.  
Its contents are of a graphically sexual nature and may involve consensual or non-consensual sexual acts, which may not be legal in all localities. Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local 
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Bathrobe (MM oral anal first)
By Egress

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   Michael was a warlock, or so he told me.  
   He was always full of stories about how his magic got him laid, or how he summoned succubi.  "No one can refuse my cock," he'd say.
   There were times that I almost believed him.  He had more luck than any single human being should have.  Whenever we would talk about it he would go back into his mumbo-jumbo about casting spells on his dick.
   I'd end up tuning him out.  It was like asking a trekker about holo-decks.
   I had just returned from another night with no success at the one bar that doesn't card by the dorm.  I hit the room reeking of smoke and had to clean myself off.
   Michael was just going to the shower before bed as well.  He's an engineering major, so he had to pound the books instead of joining me in the persuit of female attention.
   The dorm shower was tiny, so I waited for him to return, steaming at my lack of action all the while. 
   When I got back from my shower he was still in his bathrobe, his hair wet as he sat on his bed, playing with his stereo.
   We chatted about nothing for a while.  Classes, people who pissed us off, sports.  You know, the usual.
   He lay back on his bed as the subject changed as usual to girls and sex.  He kept away from the magic for a change, and I listened intently to the lurid details.  My penis began to rise, and I pulled the robe to cover it, eventually sitting up with my erection hard against my stomach as I leaned forwards to hide it.
   He wasn't as concerned, gesticulating as his growing member tented his bathrobe.
   He rolled onto his back and his robe barely covered him.  He dropped his hands to his sides, his motions slipping his robe a bit further.  My eyes were rivited to the half inch of his cock shaft and the puff of hair that were now visible.  Ever so slowly more and more of his shaft appeared until the cloth flipped clear of the broad, pink head.
   I looked up at him, blushed when I realized that I'd been caught looking at his prick, and looked away.  He'd probably been watching me eyeing his cock since he lay down.  I was seriously busted.
   "It's Ok, man," he said, "Nobody can resist my cock once they see it."  He stood, his penis splitting his bathrobe open.
   "I'm not gay," I said, shivering.
   "Of course not.  It's just normal curiosity and experimentation."
   "But I don't really want to..."
   "Of course not."  He walked close to me and I had to sit up or his rampant cock would have bumped into my forehead.  I looked down into my lap.  My penis was peeking out.  He pulled my robe open.  I just sat there and let him.
   "Go on.  Your dick's hard.  Jack it.  Enjoy yourself."  Almost like he was trying to encourage me, he took his own dick in hand and began stroking it.
   I swallowed.  I don't know why I was so turned on, but I grabbed myself and began stroking.  I couldn't take my eyes off of his cock head as he stroked it less than a foot away from me.
   He put his left hand on my shoulder, then pushed my robe off, his hand warm on my skin.  The robe dropped around my elbows, and he moved in closer.
   "Why don't you get a feel of mine.  It's really wild."
   "I told you I'm not gay."
   "Did I say you were?  It's just something you might not get to try again.  You ever touch another guy's dick before?"
   I didn't answer.
   "Give it a shot.  You might not get the chance again.  You know what happens here stays between us."
   I looked up at him, then at his dick as it bobbed in front of my chest, then at my own, somewhat smaller cock, which was pointing up at his in rigid excitement.
   "Go on.  Touch it."
   I wasn't gay.  No interest at all in guys.  But I couldn't help it.  I watched my hand release my cock and move up to his big instrument.
   Hesitating a centimeter away, I watched as it swayed, smooth and large, pointing up at me as his hand held my shoulder, tense in anticipation.
   It was warm and smooth.  The texture was a lot like mine, but without the sensations coming from inside I could notice other things.  It was hard, but still a little spongey.  The vein squished out of the way of my hand smoothly.  The shape wasn't really round...  lots of little ideas occurred to me like that.
   He sighed as I grasped it.  "Yeahhh."  He shuffled in between my feet. 
   My robe caught at my elbow, so I released him for a moment as I pulled out of it.  As I took hold of him again he placed his hands on my shoulders.
   It was a private little space.  The world receeded to him and me and the little bit of space between us.  I began to stroke his hardness, sliding the skin of his shaft as my thumb slid under his dick-head.  It became a mesmerizing thing to watch; his reddening cock-head sliding into my fist, then re-appearing.  I rubbed my thumb around the sensitive underside as it came into range, and he began to breathe in rythm with my strokes.
   His hands slid back and forth from my shoulders to my neck as I rubbed his dick.  I found myself rocking forward and back in time with the slow strokes.  A bead of moisture appeared at his slit, and I spread it along his underside with my thumb.  He moaned and his hands slid into my hair.
   I watched the glossy head as I kept up my massage, his hairy sack below, testicles swinging in reverse of my strokes.  I took them in my left hand, the scratchy hair tickling my palm.  They slid about in their soft package.  I watched, jerking him in a more vertical path so I could see better.
   Looking up at him, his eyes were closed and he had a look of bliss on his face.  He was enjoying what I was doing to him, but wasn't close yet.
   I looked back at his dick.  He was right.  It was amazing to touch it.  I looked closer.  He smelled... manly...  Kinda good.  I never realized that guys gave off an odor.  I got closer, wondering if it was coming from his pre-cum or his balls.
   I took a peek up at him.  He was watching me, his expression calm.  I looked back at his dick.  He pulled me forward slightly and my thumb hit my chin.  I stopped jerking him and looked up again.
   "Go ahead.  It's ok," he said in a whisper.
   I looked at his penis.  I'm not gay.  I shouldn't be doing this.  But I'm so horny.  And it feels good.  Oh fuck.
   His hands held me lightly in place as his dick pointed at me.  
   I opened my lips about a quarter of an inch and leaned down to touch it, then closed my lips to feel it.
   The head was soft as I'd expected.  His lubricant was a little sweet, a little tangy.  I nibbled at it again, licking my lips as I came away.
   This time I returned with my mouth open wider, taking most of the pink helmet into my mouth, sucking on it gently as I licked the underside.  He moaned and I looked up into his eyes.  He was watching me, his mouth open.
   I slowly slid down his shaft and his eyes drew closed as he moaned.  I pulled back, then repeated the motion a few times.  I pulled off and watched it as I stroked it some more.
   As the saliva dried up he looked down at me.  "Suck it," he said.
   I felt drawn to his cock.  I took it into my mouth as deeply as I could, then started bobbing up and back.  I tried to push it up and lick the underside; I like when girls do that to me, but the position was wrong.  I sucked on it some more before pushing him back a little so I could get down off of my bed and onto my knees.
   I licked the underside from my new vantage point, teasing the sensitive skin.  It was smooth and cool under my tongue.  His hair was thick against my chin as I teased the base, but the shaft itself was clear of hair.  I worked my way back along the shaft to the pink mushroom head, ticking the underside before sucking on it again, sliding my tongue around the sensitive glans.
   So now I'm a cock-sucker, I thought, as I pumped his shaft as I sucked on him.  Why?  Why am I sucking on him?
   He was panting now.  I could feel his balls drop and rise as his orgasm approached.  It was strangely exciting to feel him tremble.  I opened my mouth and slid the sensitive underside against my tongue as I looked up at him.  His eyes were open, watching me, and his hands were holding my head tightly.  I wondered breifly if he would like to watch himself cum into my mouth like a cheezy porn-movie, before he pulled me back down onto his cock.
   I sucked with a frenzy that I couldn't explain.  I pumped him while I sucked, tongue sliding around like a snake, flicking through his piss-slit, searching for any of his ejaculate.
   He groaned, a deep sound, as he came.  Suddenly I found my mouth filled with his heavy cum.  I swallowed as best as I could, but it kept coming.  Some leaked out of my mouth and I strove to swallow but I choked on the volume and it spilled thickly down my chin to land on my stomach, dripping down into my pubes.  I kept up with the next few shots, then let go after he'd stopped leaking and let go of my head.
   He sat down hard on my bed, and I pulled myself back up on it.  My legs were strangely weak and I was beat.  I lay back naked across my bed, my pillow against the wall, holding my head up so I could still see my dick standing at attention, the hair covered in his spunk.  As narrow as the bed was, my butt was hanging over the edge of the bed, my tired legs holding me up.
   His hand slid over my stomach, and I shuddered.  He grasped my dick in his hand and stroked it.
   "I'm not gay," I said again, his cum strong on my breath.
   "Never said you were," he said as his hand kept up the massage.  Unbidden my hips began to thrust into his hand, fucking it as he masturbated me.  My pre-cum mixed with his cum as he pumped up and down.
   Without releasing my cock, he shifted to between my legs.  His free hand traced lines in his cooling sperm, scooping it up onto my tight balls, where it trickled down across my asshole.
   I could feel the cum building.  My legs began to shake as my brain stopped thinking logically.
   "Suck me.  Please suck me," I begged.
   "Sorry, man, but I'm a top, not a bottom."
   I couldn't put together what he meant, I was just bouncing under the assault of his hand.  I knew he was spreading his cum around on my butt, touching my sensitive anus from time to time.
   Then he pushed at my back-door.  His slippery finger slid in a bit too.  I grunted as he started thrusting it in and out.  
   It felt big.  I couldn't concentrate on anything.  There was too much.  His hand on my cock, pounding me towards my impending orgasm.  His finger in my ass.  My brain crying out against the assault.
   "Unnnnnnnngh" I grunted as his finger slipped deep inside me.  I was going nuts, my body jumping around without my own guidance.  I felt so full, the strange  thickness of his finger deeply penetrating me as his fist pressed into my ass.  It was at once disturbing and strangely calming.
   His finger wiggled around inside of me and more lubrication leaked out of my slit.  As he spread it around I held my breath.
   His finger slid out.  I felt empty as I watched him scoop up more of his cum, then retreat below my line of site.
   "Nooooouunnnnnghhhh..." I moaned as he skewered me again.  I was powerless in his grasp.  I couldn't move except to hump his hands as he pumped faster, both hands now; up and down as he thrust in and out.
   "Uhhh..." I was close.  "Nuhhhh"  I could feel myself clamping down on his finger with my sphincter.  "Yayaaaaaaaaghuuuuuuuhhh!!!!!!"
   I came in four or five big spurts that shot directly up and landed on my belly with a hot splat.  Michael looked down at me with a big grin as I began to sag, my body barely hanging on the bed.
   He let go of my dick and pulled out of my now far looser asshole.  I looked over my deflated cock to see his rampant erection.
   'I could suck him off again,' the thought slid through my tired mind.  I looked at his dick head, spongy and red, as he scooped along my belly, gathering up my cum in his big hand.
   My head was muzzy from the orgasm and I was beginning to get excited about giving him another blow-job.  He stroked his dick with his cum-filed hand.  'That's not as appetizing,' I thought, and wondered if he'd mind if I just jerked him off.  Then his arm went under my leg and I found myself looking up into his brown eyes, my legs over his shoulders.
   "My magic made all of the girls who saw my dick need it inside them.  I guess it wasn't limited to girls!"
   His dick sid slickly along my ass-crack until it wedged in my anus.  He put pressure on it.
   My anus felt like he was forcing a tin can in there.  "Ow!" I cried out.  "Stop!  That hurts!"
   He kept up the pressure, and I kept begging him to stop.  It was an even pressure, not thrusting, which I'm sure woud have torn me apart, though there was some sharp pain as I stretched to admit his fallus.  I wondered if he was going to tear me open.  After a moment, I felt him side in a bit, then a little more.  I groaned as his cock-head made it inside completely, pressing now at my inner sphincter.
   I realized as my body grew accustomed to his girth that I had begged him to stop, but I didn't try to push him off with my legs, and I probably could have.
   Then my inner muscle reented and he slid smoothly further until his hips came to rest against my cheeks.
   "You're fucking me," I said in amazement as I looked up into his green eyes.  The pain had shifted to from the sharpness at my asshole (which was there if I thought about it, but wasn't so bad anymore) to an uncomfortable fullness.
   He pulled back, then slowly returned.  Each thrust made me exhale as if the wind was knocked out of me, even though the thrusts were gentle.
   I began to feel a strange titilation.  I had no other word for it; it was sexual excitement although my penis had nothing to do with it.  My nipples were tight, I was breathing in gasps, and the butterflies of lust were fluttering in my stomach.
   He was now siding in and out of me easily.  I loved the feeling of him sliding in, the contrasting emptiness as he slid back out.  I began to grunt in time with him.
   My body was curved tightly in a ball, legs pointing at the ceiling like so many women I'd had sex with.  My arms lay quietly on the mattress as he took his pleasure.  I looked up at his face as he thrust in again and again, each time bringing an ache as he filled my bowels completely, his full balls patting my ass as he reversed direction.  He was smiling, big green eyes open wide.
   One hand came to stroke my balls as they rocked back and forth.  To my amazement the stimulation brought my penis back to life.
   Now we were moaning in concert.  He had begun to stroke my hardening penis as he fucked me.  I couldn't believe that I was enjoying this, being completely controlled by another person, completely at his mercy.
   He was close now.  I could see his concentration faulter as he approached the brink.  I was not all that close myself, though I wished I were.  
   Then he sped up, his thrusts more needy, less controlled.  His eyes closed and he sped up more, the friction heating my anus.  I would have trouble walking tomorrow, I thought.
   "Ohhhhhh," he gasped, not slowing.  "Ohhhhh."  Then hard thrusts.  "Ungh!  Yeah!  Oh yeah!!"  I felt his cum filling me, not so much each spurt, though I knew his thrusts were coming along with them, but as he filled me some cum slid back to add to the lubrication, and eventually to slide down my back.
   He leaned forward after he came.  I was uncomfortably squished, but as the squishy pressure in my ass felt good I figured I could deal with it.  My feet, on either side of his head, were touching the wall.  My knees were beyond my head, and his hips had curled mine to a foot or so above my own head.
   My penis was still in his hand.  He was squeezing it rythmically, which felt nice, if it wasn't enough stimuation to let me cum.
   Then he began to stroke my cock again.  I watched it, mezmerized as he stroked my own cock only inches from my face.
   I began to moan and whimper as he brought me closer.  He was going to make me cum in my own face.  That's so degrading.  No.  I don't want to.  I'm not gay!  But I couldn't say anything.  I just lay there moaning as he wanked me off, his softening dick in my ass as he put more weight on my back and stroked my hard cock.
   At last I realized that his fist was less than an inch from my lips.  My back was terribly stretched.  It hurt.   I was beginning to wonder if it would break. Yet my cock was nearly ready to shoot.
   "Open your mouth," he said.  "Take it all."  I didn't want to.  But I coudn't think.  I couldn't move.  I opened my mouth, and looked into his eyes as sensations flooded my brain; his slick hand on my cock, the cool wall on my knees, his hair teasing the soles of my feet, the wind from his pumping fist softly fanning my open mouth.
   At last a white-hot streak of light ran through me and I came, pinching his softening prick with my ass until it popped out of me as his fist pulled my cock towards my mouth.  
   One and another spurt of bitter liquid filled my mouth.  I stuck out my tongue to lick the slit as a third hot squirt of my semen returned to its source.  I licked again as the pulses turned to a sticky, slimy drip, landing on my lip and leaving its tinny, sour residue that lasted through the evening.
   At last he got off of me.  I uncurled onto the bed, my back protesting, my anus sore and aching. His penis had slipped out as I came, but lots of his semen was still inside me.  It slipped out as I lay there, leaving a huge wet spot on the sheet.
   I lay there and breathed deeply.  I'd never had such an amazing sexual experience.  Never.  But am I gay?  Do I want to suck cocks again?  To be dominated by another man?  I looked over at Michael as he lay down on his bed, nude, un-selfconcious, his penis flaccid.  Then I looked down at my own and tasted the residual favor of my own spendings as I licked my lips in the cool air.
   I came to college to learn the answers.  Why is my life so full of questions?




