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.

