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SOMETHING ABOUT DANI live in Northern California now, but a few years ago I was livingin L.A., land of movie stars, traffic insanity and loads of awesomelycute young dudes, in a small house in West L.A. proper. At that timeI considered myself bisexual, but hadn’t had nearly as much sex as Iwanted (with either gender). It wasn’t that I was bad-looking. Infact, I was flirted with by both genders nearly every day. I waswell-tanned, and worked out enough. Green eyes, buzzed dark brownhair. I was kind of on the slender side, but toned enough. A littlechest hair. I was worried ‘cause I was 25, and, well, shouldn’t I begetting more? But then, are there any guys except porn-stars thatactuallydo get enough? And though handsome, I wasn’t porn-star materialwith my 6.5″ dick. Even if it’d been bigger, I wasn’t a slut…Anyway, there I was, living in a small house on a treeless L.A.street, with beautiful brown L.A. grass and a lot of L.A. concrete tospice up the scenery. Anybody who’s lived there will know what Imean.At the beginning of June my roommate and friend Michael told me hewas moving back to Vancouver, B.C., where he had grown up. Afterfive years in L.A. he’d had enough and wanted to be near his familyagain. This even after he’d finally gotten his green card! I waspretty crushed because Michael was my best friend at the time. We’dbeen roommates for over three years. Fortunately I’d never fallen forhim,but he was older than me, and I usually get crushes on younger guys.I realized I had to get a roommate if I was going to keep living inthis place…two bedrooms for $1,000 but in L.A. everything was wayexpensive. I put an ad in the Santa Monica Outlook. Got a few callsover the next three weeks but no one particularly serious…I forgotto mention that flaky people are another integral part of the L.A.landscape…but you probably knew that.Then one day I came home from work to find that another potentialroommate had left a message. A cool, nonchalant masculinevoice spoke: “Hey, this is Dan, and I’m looking for a roomfor the summer. My number’s _______. Later.” I didn’t know if it waspossible to fall for someone by their voice alone, but if Dan lookedanything like he sounded, I was going to be excited…and reallynervous…to meet him. I called Dan back and found out he was a19-year old UCLA engineering student (um, like, yum…). We agreedto meet late the next day. I didn’t really want to rent out the roomjust for the summer, but I would if I had to. Nobody else wascalling, and I couldn’t afford the rent by myself.For some reason I couldn’t get Dan off my mind that night. Michaelwas leaving in two days and I needed a roommate really soon. But Ididn’t know if I wanted to live with someone who would drive me crazywith lust, especially if they were straight. I’m kind of theobsessive type, and though I knew it at the time, I really had noidea how obsessive I could get until Dan moved in (but more aboutthat later). Unfortunately, Dan sounded like a total breeder.I lay in bed that night, as usual trying to relax by thinking ofsucking off some guy, but I kept hearing Dan’s voice.Globs of cum from an imagined 19-year old UCLA boner wereshooting into my mouth and dribbling down the stubble on mychin as I fell asleep with visions of Dan.The next night I came home from work to find Michael almost packed upand ready to go. I was supposed to take him to the airport the nextday and felt pretty sad. Fortunately we were able to talk aboutstuff like this and I told him how I was feeling. He gave me areally big hug, said he’d really miss me too, and also said he’dprobably come visit during the winter when it was “cold as a witch’stit” in Vancouver. That cheered me up some. Michael said he wasgoing out for an errand. That was cool with me ’cause I didn’t wantthe distraction of him there with Dan coming over any minute.Michael left and I sat looking out at the backyard. Then a knock atthe front door. Wow, a punctual college k**. Rapid heartbeat.Palms kinda sweaty. Am I shaking a little? What’s going on here, Ihaven’t even met the guy…. Wipe my hands on my shorts. Open thedoor. There he is: oh my God,he…is…a…fucking…dreamboat…studpony.(This is definitely not the fictional part of the story.) Of coursehe wasn’t anything at ALL like I’d imagined. I’ve still never reallypictured someone correctly before meeting them, even when they give adetailed description.Dan had a slender but toned build, and short black hair buzzed on thesides. His face was similarly slender, beautifully-proportioned,with dark brown eyes and a perfect nose (noses can make the man, youknow?). But at 19, I could still see a slight boyish quality to hisgenerally masculine features.His beautiful olive skin seemed to be a mix of Caucasian andsomething else. For a minute I thought he might be Mexican, but Ifound out later that his father was from Peru and his Mom hadScottish ancestors…what a gorgeous mix. I found my voice. “Um, hey,I’m Tim,” I sputtered. “Come on in.” My throat felt dry.”How’s it going,” said Dan. He was wearing a red baseball cap turnedbackwards. It’s a cliched fashion now and was even then, but it stilltotally turns me on. He was obviously still at that age wherelooking cool was important. Somehow the idea of that turned meon even more. We shook hands. My palms felt sweaty again alreadyand I hoped he didn’t notice.”Well, let me show you the place,” I said. I led him into Michael’sroom and Dan looked around. He didn’t seem like the picky type.”$400 a month?””Yeah. I pay $600, but it’s a bigger room.””That’s cool. Is there a deposit.””Yeah. Last month’s rent.””OK.”As Dan looked around the room a final time, I noticed he wasseveral inches shorter than me. I always liked that.I stared at the Pearl Jam concert tour T-shirt he waswearing. It seemed a size too small, and barely reached down to hisjeans. Tight asscheeks. He turned around quickly to ask a questionand I brought my eyes up to meet his. I was worried that he’d caughtme staring at his tight teen ass. But he didn’t say anything. Aftera few more questions, he said he definitely wanted the room. I saidit was his, and he wrote a check for the deposit and said he’d bemoving in the day after tomorrow, on Sunday.”See ya, Dan. Nice to meet you.””Later, dude.” Yeah, I should have said that too. Why couldn’t I bethat cool? Maybe that’s why I wasn’t getting any. I stared out thewindow as he walked to his car. This cool collegiate boy looked likea baseball player, or maybe a swimmer, but I didn’t know which. Heprobably got laid whenever he wanted it. He got into an old brownMustang, revved the engine really loud (it was probably on its lastlegs) and drove off.I sat down on the sofa and took a deep breath. Damn it all, I forgotto ask WHY he needed a room. What if he was trouble to live with?He better pay the rent on time; even his cute little ass wouldn’t makeup for being late on the bills.Jesus, Tim, what have you got yourself into now?INTERLUDEThe next day were the final goodbyes with Michael. I almost criedwatching him walk on to the plane at LAX. I was in a really sadstate. And now I had to deal with Dan.THE WRESTLING PRACTICEFortunately it turned out that Dan was a pretty likeable guy. But healso had an attitude, even if it only showed in the occasional taunt atme. His normal expression had a faint trace of a punkboy sneer, but itcouldbrighten up into a beautiful toothy smile when I told him a goodjoke. He had quite the smile. But my worry about obsessing andlusting over this stunning UCLA boyman actually lessened a bit.Maybe we could just be friends, like me and Michael.Dan did like his brew. His side of the frig was usually crammed witha six-pack or two, usually of Bud (he wasn’t exactly a connoisseur).Since he was only 19, he must have had an older friend who kept himwell-stocked. Just about every day after getting home from schoolhe’d have a couple brews, and occasionally I’d have one with him. Thefirst couple of weeks after Dan moved in he wasn’t home too much sinceit was near the end of the spring quarter. He seemed pretty stressedout by school. Occasionally I’d get up to take a whiz in the middleof the night and would see him trying to mellow out in front of theTV. Luckily he was also polite, and kept it down low.But as the days and nights wore on, I realized that Dan was becoming,unintentionally, my primary sexual fantasy. Every night at bedtimeI’d think of him. Unfortunately, sometimes I also woke up in the middleof the night thinking about him, and then nothing would get me back tosleep except getting out the hand lotion, sloshing it on my dick, anddoing some serious rubbin’. I’d never done this before, but somethingaboutDan made me do it: when I was close to sperming, I’d hoist my ass offthe bed and point my rod at my face. As I creamed it all over mylips I’d be fantasizing it was Dan’s collegiate cockhead gushingcreamy spunkjuice all over me.Yeah, right. Well, cumming served its purpose: it let me get backto sleep, even if I had to make sure I wiped off good first so Ididn’t walk out in the morning to greet Dan with a faceful of thedried nasty.About two weeks after he moved in, and right in the middle of hisfinals week, I woke up in the middle of the warm June night (OK, Idon’t really remember the exact temperature of that night, but let’sjust say it was, well, warm). I heard some noises from the livingroom. I looked over at my clock: almost two in the morning. Ineeded to piss so I got up and stumbled out the door. At theentrance to the bathroom, which was in the center of the hallway justoff the living room, I could see Dan’s feet lying off the end of thecouch. He was watching TV, a couple Miller cans beside him on therug. (Occasionally Dan strayed from his usual Bud…daring.) I tookout my dick, hanging half-hard over my frustrated nuts, and managedto piss after doing deep breathing for a minute. Looked back at Dan.Was he asleep? Was he fully clothed? I went out to the livingroom…Dan was staring blank-faced at the TV. Man, there were morethan two beer cans…six, I think. He was drinking hard. How was hegoing to pass his exams like this? I nudged him on the shoulder. “Heydude.”That did something, ’cause without warning, Dan reached out andcircled his arms around the back of my knees, toppling me to thefloor. (It wasn’t hard because I wasn’t fully awake.) In an instanthe was on top of me. What was going on?! “Mmmfgh, Dan, what’re yadoing, ya little fucker?” I was kind of mad, but though half asleep,couldn’t help notice how good it felt to have him on top of me. Inabout five seconds flat he had me pinned on my stomach, and wassitting on my ass holding my right arm tightly behind my back, whichkind of hurt. And he was shorter and definitely lighter than me!But then he loosened his grip and let me turn over. I glanced at hisshorts and could swear I saw them twitch. My own dick stirred,half-hard again. Dan was sitting on my thighs, and if he’d looked down,would have seen the bulge in my shorts. I took a deep breath to tryto un-bone. Don’t look down, Dan. Good thing I’d pissed or I would’vebeen totally hard and there’d be no hiding what I felt for him.I looked up at his face. He was just grinning at me, a smirky,fuck-you-you-wuss kind of look. It turned me on even more.I struggled to get out from under him before he would notice.Luckily he didn’t resist me, and I managed to roll away from him. Hesat back down on the sofa.”What’d you do that for?” I managed to whisper.Dan smiled a cocky, almost insolent grin. “Practice, dude.”I was still breathing hard. But I got out “For…for what?””Wrestling practice, dipshit.” He laughed. “I was on my high schoolteam and I like to keep in shape. Use the moves or lose’em.””Oh, uh, cool.”Dipshit? He must have been really drunk to call me names like that.Dan crashed back on the couch. He was seriously brewed out. So thiscollege boy who could be nice, could also be an aggressive young manafter a few beers. His behavior would probably have pissed most guysoff, but it just turned me on. But was it really just for wrestlingpractice? I wasn’t all that muscular, and was probably skinner thanhe was. Not much of a match. Well, as he laid there and I ponderedhow to get back on my feet and back to bed, I thought to myself, youcan wrestle me anytime you want, Dan-o.Back in bed, I kept thinking about what had happened. Could he be acloset case? No way, my logical mind chimed back. So, what wasgoing on?In the morning Dan was still around kağıthane escort (he usually left early for schoolway before I got up). As I came into the kitchen, he offered me someraisin bran. He told me he just had one afternoon final that day.”Hope I didn’t freak you out last night, I was way wasted, ya know.””Yeah, uh, no problem. It’ll keep me on my toes.” This young guyreally was a man. He could drink a few beers and pin me down, andcall me a dipshit, but he could also apologize. Well, kind of.The week went slowly on but I only thought more about Dan, sometimesfinding myself at work staring blankly into space thinking about him.My boss walked by and made a joke about it. Fortunately he was a coolguy who knew I was a good employee overall. I tried to focus onwork, but that week there was always Dan, haunting me….WATCHING DANThe more obsessed I became with Dan the more frustrated I got at howmodest he was. I’d never seen him with his shirt off, let alone nude.He’d been taking showers in the early morning to get to his firstclass, while I was still asleep. I tried to imagine him, buttnaked.I knew he must have a smooth chest…I just had a feeling. What werehis nipples like? Were they small, light brown, delicate, like aboy’s nipples, or did they stand out conspicuously dark-brown on hischest? He didn’t look super-muscular, but I knew he had to had haveSOME muscle. And did he have washboard abs? He didn’t seem to havemuch body-fat. That made me wonder about his navel. Did he have aninnie, outie, or “inbetweenie” (my fav)? Navels have always been aturn-on for me, and I really wanted to see Dan’s. Was his asscomposed of the perfect tight fleshglobes I imagined? And of course,what was his cock like? My size or an eight-incher? Cut or not?And most of all, what would he feel like, hard, touching the back ofmy throat? But I doubted I’d ever have a chance to find out any ofthese things, especially the last.Strangely, he’d never mentioned a girlfriend. I was hesitant to bringthe subject up, cause I didn’t want to admit that I didn’t have one(“What, are you like a fag, dude?” I could hear him say as he poundedme to the floor), but also, I didn’t want to know if had one or evenif he dated. The thought of any girl getting boned by Dan made meinsane with jealousy, so I tried not to think about it, and silentlyprayed I’d never know about it if it did happen.How was I going to see him naked, or even shirtless? I guess mysubconscious worked on that one, because the next day I noticedsomething about our house that I hadn’t noticed before. Namely thatthe doorknobs inside were about fifty years old, and each one had anold-fashioned keyhole. I got down on my knees and looked through thekeyhole of my bedroom. Damn if I couldn’t see straight down the hall,about twelve feet to the doorway of Dan’s room. Between us was thebathroom, so he had to come into view to take his morning shower.I couldn’t believe how obsessed I was getting about my roommate, butthere it was.The next morning I woke up at 4 to take a piss. I went back to bedbut couldn’t get back to sleep. Dan had gone to bed pretty early;maybe that meant he’d be getting up early as usual? I laid there forawhile…how can one sleep in this state? I got up and lookedthrough the keyhole, but couldn’t see anything as it was still totallydark. The minutes seemed to crawl by, but the next time I looked atmy clock it was 6:15. I laid there, silently waiting. Luck!Stirrings down the hall. I could hear Dan making noises. I got outof bed and got ready to spy.My neck was aching 20 minutes later when Dan finally opened hisbedroom door. He was in his underwear, but still had a shirt on.Damn. He went in the bathroom and soon I heard him brushing histeeth. Uh, Dan, you’re supposed to do that BEFORE you go to bed.Maybe he forgot…how adorable. Then he came out, and lo and behold,as he walked back to his room he peeled off his shirt with one gracefulswoop. His back was the same beautiful olive-bronze as his face andarms, smooth, tight, with little ripples of toned muscle. I felt faint.He turned the light in his room on. For the next few minutes, he wasout of sight most of the time, but then he came over to a mirror onthe wall and pulled his mouth open with his finger to look in hismouth. Yeah, your teeth’re clean now Dan. There he was, barechestedin his white underwear, not self-conscious at all (well he didn’t knowI was watching). His profile was like a statue of a Greek youth, ayouth that could never grow old because he would live always in theartist’s eye. I stared in fascination as he kept moving around hisroom. What was he doing? He seemed pretty disorganized. I caughtsight of his stomach (finally!), tight but not exactly a washboard.That was OK with me. Even better, it looked like he had an”inbetweenie” bellybutton (mmmmm): little ridges and curls entwined andnested together, rising from the center of his navel to lay even withthe surrounding skin. My cock tightened up against my shorts. Hisnipples were small and chestnut-colored, as if dabbed onto his chest bya masterartist as an afterthought. His shoulders were perfectly proportionedto the rest of his body, muscular and manly (shoulders a wrestlerneeded). He was, all things considered, a consummate specimen ofyoung manhood. My cock soared as I stared at him, peeking up from myunderwear and standing straight up against my bare stomach, thick,hard, cut, and plenty long enough to please somebody, but unfortunatelycraving someone who couldn’t be had.How was I going to get him to wrestle me again? Well, I could alwaysbuy him more beer. Right, like he was going to run out. He hadreally good connections in that department.Then Dan came out of his room. As he walked out he stared straightat my door. I could have sworn he was looking right at me, throughthe keyhole, but he couldn’t see my eye through the keyhole, could he?COULD he? (I’d have to check later.) I pulled back quickly fromkneeling, but managed to thump my butt back on the floor. Shit. Istopped breathing. I felt more alert and tense, skin prickling, thanI ever had. It seemed as if Dan could simply FEEL that I was inhere, watching him, if he really wanted to know. (And then whatwould he do?) After a few seconds, I crept slowly and stealthily backto the keyhole, but couldn’t see him in the hallway. Then I heard thebathroom door close and the shower running. Ten minutes later hecame out barefoot but otherwise fully-clothed. He must have thoughtI might be up by the time he got out. Why didn’t he want me to seehim naked, or even shirtless? Why was he so modest? He WAS kind ofslender, some might even say skinny, but he had those wrestler-tonedmuscles too, and that beautiful youthful olive-bronze skin. But maybehe didn’t know how good-looking he was. Or did he have suspicions aboutme anddidn’t want to risk turning me on? I hoped I wasn’t that obvious, butI wasn’t sure. After all, young men in love (and lust) givethemselves away all too easily at times. Didn’t Shakespeare saysomething about that? Well, if he didn’t, he never met Dan.It was just after 7:30 when Dan slammed the front door on his wayout. I listened for a minute and heard his Mustang rev and driveoff. I opened my door and went to my morning duty on the can. Thebathroom sure smelled strong. It was a sweet smell I couldn’t quiteplace, but I’d noticed it before after Dan was in the bathroom. If hesmelled that good all the time I was simply not going to be able totake this much longer….LOSING MY BOUNDARIESAfter breakfast it was time to go to work. The fog was lifting andthere was kind of a hazy sunshine outside. I noticed that Dan’sbedroom door was left open, as usual. I’d never been in there, oreven looked inside since he’d moved in. What did he keep it like? Ipaused at the doorway. Kind of college student-messy. A double-sizedmattress on the floor (big enough for girlfriends?). Bedunmade. Some tapes and a Mudhoney CD in a pile on the floor near thedoor. I went in…I was just going to look around briefly. Someclothes on the bed. He wouldn’t keep clean clothes on his bed, wouldhe? No, unless he was really strange. So they must be dirtyclothes. Hmmm. There’s his Pearl Jam shirt. I lifted it up andsmelled it. Kind of sweaty but not too bad. Then a noise at thedoor. My heart stopped. I dropped the shirt and quickly ran outinto the hallway, fully expecting to see Dan walking in. But nosound. I went out to the living room and opened the front door. Oh,it was one of those guys who put those promo ads for pizzerias and suchon doorknobs. He’d opened the screen door and let it slam. Whew. Itwasn’t even a pizzeria I liked this time. Damn.Dan’s bedroom called to me. Come smell me…. What am I doing,invading his privacy like this? I felt guilty but my obsession withhim was the stronger. I stealthily walked back into his room, as ifplaying a c***d’s game, as if, if I made a noise, Dan would know, turnhis Mustang around and drive back to catch me in the act.Oh, whoa, some jockeys next to his bed. Clean or dirty? I picked themup and looked at the crotch. No yellow stains. That’s good. No shitstains either. He keeps himself clean, that’s sexy. Then I took awhiff…that smell again. WHAT is it? Another whiff…mmmm…it wasa sweaty sweet smell unlike any other. His cock had been there, rightthere. Jesus. I was getting a massive hard-on. He wouldn’t missthis piece of underwear, would he? I mean, he must have more.I went back to my room with his jockeys, but stopped at the cabinetin the hall…oh yeah, this is where he keeps his clean clothes.There was a bar of Irish Spring soap lying on some towels. Was thatthe smell? I picked it up. Yup…Dan the Scottish/Peruvian boy, theIrish Spring teen wrestler…. I walked back to my room. I wasrisking being late for work, but my cock was thwacked up against mystomach. I had to get off. I laid down on my bed and d****d Dan’sunderwear over my face, inhaling his smell deeply. I turned itinside out so the place where his sweaty teencock had safely nestledyesterday would sit over my mouth and nose. I beat myself raw,smelling Dan all the while, and came all over my stomach (one spurthit my neck…I was really turned on). After cleaning up, I put hisunderwear away…well, in MY closet. I’ll buy him some more, Ithought. Yeah, right, sure you will.So here I am, stealing my roommate’s dirty underwear to inhale, whatthe FUCK am I doing?INTERLUDEThat was a Thursday morning, and that night Dan came home completelywasted around 9 p.m. He must have been partying hard. He told me hiscalculus final was the next day…Friday. “I’m gonna wing it.” Yeah, Ithought, well, you may be cute, but you’re kinda stupid.”Don’t you think you should study?” I asked.”No, b*o. No energy.” Dan went to get more brew from the frig.Great. Well, maybe he’d wrestle me to the ground again that night.But no such luck. Within an hour he was asleep on the couch. I turnedout the light and left my sweet drunk obsession to sleep it off. Inthe morning he was gone, presumably to school to cram for calculus.I went to work that day wondering how I was going to handle thesummer after Dan was done with school. Would he be around ALL thetime, torturing me? I wondered how much longer I’d be able to takeliving with this young boy, this young, beautiful, manly college studentwho had taken my heart and didn’t even know it….CONTINUED IN PART 2SOMETHING ABOUT DAN 2AN EVENING WITH DANThat evening I had a good Mexican meal in West Hollywood and stared atthe beautiful boys passing by. Well, SOME of them were pretty, andsome of them were just plain weirdlooking. But none, howeverhandsome, could match Dan, the apple-of-my-mind’s-eye.I bought some CDs up at Tower Records on the Strip and went home around10. It had been a long week at work, and I was ready to hit the sack.As I walked up the steps I noticed the TV was on again. Dan sure didwatch alot of TV for someone who was trying to become an engineer. He noddedto me.Four empties were on the rug. I went to the kitchen for someicewater. We watched until the end of a program, then Dan flipped offthe TV. “Flunked my final, dude. I’m pretty sure.””That sucks.”Then he spoke magical words.”Hey dude, feel like a wrestle match? I need a workout. Been kindastressed from school.”Uh, why don’t you just jack off instead, I wanted to say. I’ll help.”Well, I’m kinda beat. And I’m not exactly good competition, youknow.” What was I doing, bakırköy escort trying to talk him out of it?”Come on, dude. It won’t take long.” He laughed. “Just do whateveryou need to do to try to pin me. It’s my moves that matter.” He said”pin me” with a smirk. He had no doubt that he would win.”Sure…alright.” I’d finally woken up and realized that myprotestations were ridiculous…I was going to have Dan all over meagain. Dan showed me the correct starting position, which I faintlyremembered from high school. I’d hated wrestling then and wasn’t muchinto it now, but if it was the only way I could get my hands on him,well, I’d have to put up with it. I got on my hands and knees and Danknelt next to me, one arm on my elbow, the other around my stomach.Why don’t we just stay like this for awhile, I thought? His beerbreath blew gently on my cheek.”Ready?” he said. “On three: one…two….”We were off. He yanked my elbow and my head hit the rug. In twoseconds he had me on my back. I struggled back as best as I could,but I didn’t know any good moves. But just when he nearly had mepinned, I managed to spin my butt around and break out from under hisgrip. I rolled over and got away, to what seemed to be his completeamazement.I had to struggle, I had to try to win, or it’d be over all too soon.”Not bad, fucker.”He came at me again, but I feinted to my left and grabbed at his leg,pulling him down. This was kind of fun. I was almost on top of him.He had the moves and more muscles than me, but I was taller, andleverage counts for a lot.”Fucker!” He was pissed (in more ways than one). I almost had himdown again but he managed to slide out and backed away from me, onhis hands and knees, panting heavily.He was starting to look a bit frustrated (did flunking the final havesomething to do with it?). He came at me again. I blocked him, andwe locked arms. I tried to wrap my arm around him but he kept meaway. I tried to stand up but he tripped me down again. I was goingto have to learn that move. But before he could get a lock on me Imanaged to get away and scrambled across the room. I realizedI was feeling adventurous…he said anything would go, right? Ijumped up on the sofa and faced him. He came at me, probably notknowing what to expect, and I leapt at him with a yell. He definitelyhadn’t been expecting that. He fell under my weight and I had himdown, well, almost. With my legs I pinned his torso, and thought Ihad his arms down, but he had those strong shoulders….”Fuck you dude, you’re not gonna win this.””I’m gonna try.”I was distracted by this macho talk and he managed to scramble away.”You’re a wuss and you know it.” This wasn’t a k**ding tone at all…hesounded like he really meant it. But he was drunk too, so maybe hecould be forgiven. “I’m gonna get yer fag-ass down on the groundwhere it belongs.” Did he mean the “fag” part?”I’m not a fag, dude,” I panted.”Yes you are.” Was this some strategy to get me pissed and off myguard, or did he mean it? I felt like a little k** when I replied:”No, I’m not.”He leered at me from across the room. “Fucker, you’re a fag and youwant this, don’t you?” He grabbed his crotch.He was either totally drunk or this was some bizarre wrestlingritual that I didn’t know about. Or maybe…?He came towards me, his face inches from mine, and glared at me.”Fag…got.””What the fuck is your problem, Dan?” This was actually pissing meoff. It wasn’t the beautiful relationship I’d envisioned. But Irealized I was getting hard too. Damn, it was all so confusing.He backed off a few steps, and then he was barreling at me, headdown. Jesus, he was going to knock the wind out of me. I dodged tothe right, but managed to fall one knee to the floor in theprocess. Were these collegiate wrestling moves oranything-goes-pro-wrestling moves? In an instant he was on me,pushing me down, seconds later straddling my chest. I clumsilypushed back at his stomach, lifting his shirt up, revealing those nicenot-quite-washboard abs. I had to keep struggling or he’d really thinkI was a fag. But then again, I really did want to suck his cock, didn’tI? I mean, maybe Dan was gay and couldn’t admit it, but couldn’t I?I stared at his stomach and navel and pushed his shirt up farther. Hehad my shoulders pinned with his arms and his legs securely wrappedaround my torso. He didn’t seem to care about my hand pushing up athim. His crotch was inches away from my face. I could see hisunderwear under his shorts.I tried to match his macho talk. “OK, jerkoff, you win.” Butinstead of acknowledging me, Dan reached back and put his palm squareon my crotch, which had definitely ballooned up from having him ontop of me. He seemed to hold his breath and his voice dropped to awhisper. “You really are a homo, aren’t you?”Um, yeah, well, maybe not a homo, but definitely bi, but then whojust put his hand on my crotch, I wanted to say. But I held my mouthin case he had any intention of getting violent. I had no idea whathe would do, and he was one drunk college boy. I couldn’t believewhat a different person he was after a few beers. There was thatdamn sweet smell again.”Do you want it? You do, don’t you?”He wasn’t joking around, I was pretty sure. I breathed heavily, mystomach tense and my voice a quiver. Well, he was even asking.This might be my only chance. “Whatever,” I croaked out.Dan snorted. “I figured you were one.” Without really getting offme, he lifted up a bit and pulled his shorts down his thighs as faras they would go. Time stopped.”Like what you see, dude? Why don’t you lick my jockeys.” Um, well, Idid that this morning, I almost said, but held my tongue again.Instead, I did as I was told, hesitantly sticking my tongue out towhere the opening in his underwear revealed his hardening manhood.Um, your cock is hard too, Danny, I wanted to say, but kept my mouthshut. Well, almost shut except for my tongue, which licked away atthe material. But this was so much hotter now both figuratively andliterally with Dan’s real cock on the other side of that white fabric.”Open up the pisshole with your mouth” he ordered. Oh man, this wastoo much. Dan’s hand hadn’t moved from my crotch. In fact he wasrubbing and squeezing me a little, but I don’t think he was aware of it.With my teeth I tried to open up the hole in his jockeys, but itwasn’t easy. After about a minute of his sweaty jocksmell andhardening prick trying to get free, he took a hand off myshoulder and slowly guided his dickmeat through the hole. It wasas rigid as any cock could get, I was sure of that. The veins bulgedon the side, and the head was the purple-est I’d ever seen. Hiscircumsized dick was at least as long as mine, maybe a little longer,and definitely somewhat thicker. Why’d this shorter guy get blessedwith a thicker, longer cock? Oh well, I thought, at least I might gettoplay with it.”You want my cock, don’t you, b*o?””Yeah,” I could only whisper.”I knew you were a homo.”You keep saying that, I thought. Look who’s projecting his OWNsexuality.”You thought you could pin me and now look what’s gonna happen.You’re gonna suck my dick.””Yeah.” We sat there for a few seconds.He spoke again. “Well, actually, I don’t know. I know you want mycock in your mouth now, but I think it’d be good for a cocksucker likeyou to develop some patience.” (Hadn’t I waited long enough forthis?) “So why don’t you start off by jacking me, then later on, if youmake me feel real good, I might let you suck my cock.”This boy was talking dirty and I was liking it a lot. Then Dannoticed his hand was rubbing my crotch. “Whoa. Dude, you likehow that feels, don’t you?””Yeah.”He let go of my arms and I reached out to cradle his dick with bothhands. It was as beautifully proportioned as he was, with the samebeautiful bronze color. I pulled his underwear down to reveal histight balls. He was so fucking BONED. Then Dan did what I neverthough I’d live to see: he pulled off his shirt. I stared up at histight defined bronze chest, glistening with drops of sweat, hisexquisite abs, and that enticing navel…. I wondered if he’d let melick hisbellybutton too?I started rubbing the underside of his purple shaft. Then I usedboth hands and lightly rubbed the sides of his teenmeat. I reacheddown and felt each testicle, and rubbed them gently. I didn’t wanthim to come before I got a chance to have him in my mouth. I knewthat once a guy came their attitude totally changed, and he mighteven fall asleep. But with a boner like this, I actually doubtedthat would happen. He was 19 and could probably blast it a few timesa night.I gave Dan’s throbber my full attention. I used everything I knewabout what feels good to a dick. Back and forth, up and down. Lightthen hard. After a couple minutes a little drop of precum appeared,and I wiped that around his dickhead. He leaned back and visiblyrelaxed. I started to jack him slow, then faster. He seemed to beenjoying my wankjob…a lot. But then…”All right, dude, I think that’s enough.” Dan was rising off my chest.What was he doing?”Uh, don’t you want me to…”Dan was standing over me now. He looked down and smirked. “To what,dude?My words stumbled out. “To, to suck you.””Suck me? What do you mean?””Suck your dick.”His voice was pure derision. “You wanna suck my dick! Cocksucker. Whyshould I let you?””Cause. Cause…””Cause what?””Cause I want it.””Why don’t you say it like you mean it, faggot.””I want to suck your dick.” I’d never said that out loud to anybodybefore. It sounded so vulgar in a way, but it was the truth. Iwanted his cock as far down my throat as it would go.”Say it again.””I wanna suck your beautiful cock, Dan.”Maybe he was a total homophobe, but he was gettingoff on this…he really wanted to know how much I wanted him.He spoke again. “Yeah, well, there’s a cocksucker born everyminute, and you were one of them, weren’t you?” He laughed athis stupid (and probably old) joke. “So here you go.”His shorts had fallen to his feet when he’d stood up,but now he hoisted his jockeys down too, and kicked them off. Theylanded inches away from my head, and I turned my head to take adeep whiff. Why hide it anymore?”Like the smell of those?””Yeah.”Dan sat back on my chest.”Fucking weird.” I was kinda of getting into this submissive thing,which was strange because I’d always been a top. Which made a thoughtflash through my mind: God, he isn’t gonna wanna fuck me, is he? Theprotocol in situations like this as I understood it anyway was theolder guy sucks the younger guy, but then gets to buttfuck him.(That’s how the Greeks and Renaissance Italians did it, at least fromwhat I understood.) And I was definitely intobuttfucking…especially a cute ass like Dan’s. But just how was Igoing to make that happen?Dan settled back on my chest. He was bucknaked now, and histhrob-rod was right there for me to savor. I pulled his butt a littlecloser to me and, sticking the tip of my tongue out, took my firsttaste of Dan. I lightly touched his cockhead with my tongue. Hesmelled and tasted good…even better than his jockeys did…this wasthe real thing. As I gently licked, I had to admit I was falling inlove with this college boy who was treating me so roughly. But couldhe ever love me back? I doubted that. I decided to do everything Icould to make this his best blowjob ever: I literally blew warm airall over his tool, tongued it, licked up and down the shaft and head,then formed a suckshaft with my lips and sucked like there was notomorrow. He pulled at my hair roughly. It hurt, but with hiscock filling my throat I think I could have stood any amount of pain.I stuck my tongue way out and managed to lick his hairy balls. Thenback to his shaft and dickhead…. I tried to pace myself and onlyslowly increased the tempo…I knew that was the most important factorin a good suckjob.I looked up and saw Dan close his eyes. “Yeah, suck it, dude. Make mefeel all…right.” He was digging this.With one hand I reached up and caressed his chest and his pencil-hardnipples. I pinched them and Dan moaned.”Oh YEH, yer sucking me so good…”I moved my hand down and felt his flat stomach. I could feel hisdiaphragm heaving with each breath. I stuck a finger in his navel. Danmoaned again, he liked that…cool. I traced the ridges andcurlicues of his navel with my finger. He was such a hot young boy.I took more of him in, pulling him closer. I lifted my head up so Icould try to deep-throat him. I’d tried to deep throat a guy oncebefore but hadn’t şişli escort succeeded. But my throat opened up for Dan: hispenis slid down my throat and felt like it belonged thereas part of my own body. As part of my own soul. I knew then I wasmade to suck this boy’s jockcock, and I wanted it to last forever….More precum oozed out of his dickhead and down the back of my throat.This musty, sweaty, sweet-smelling jockboy was all mine…at least’til he came.I had to have some sort of release. I pulled Dan’s hand away from mycrotch and he let me unzip myself and pull my pants down. I hoped hewould reach back and wank me, but instead he put both his handsbehind his head and gloried in what was definitely the best blowjobI’d ever given, and probably ever will give. Meanwhile I gloried inhis smooth chest and tummy and beautiful face above me, his facecontorted with that expression of pure sexual pleasure that you mightthink was pain if you didn’t see what was going on below. His proudhard teencock was engulfed in my mouth to the hilt, my lips touching theskin at the perimeter of the base. I wanted this dick in my throatforever. I started jerking myself off with one hand. This was betterthan any heaven could have been.Meanwhile, I left my examination of his bellybutton and roamed towardshis smooth butt. There was a lot going on simultaneously, but ifthere was any chance of fucking him (and I can’t believe I thoughtthere was), I had to get him used to the idea. Squeezing hisbuttflesh, I let my finger slowly wander towards his asscrack. Iexplored around the hole and then gently stuck it in a little. Thiswas probably his first time.”Uh, hey, dude, we’re not going there, OK,” he said. He put his a handon my bicep, and my arm fell back to my side.Maybe it was time to turn the tables. Sucking his cock wasdefinitely the best thing that had happened to me in a long time, butthis experience wasn’t going to be complete without me plowing histight little butt for an hour or two. I knew that, even if he didn’t.Was I going to have to turn the tables and dominate him? And how wasI going to do that? I wasn’t going to **** him, but I had to convincehim that my cock belonged in his butt like his cock did in my mouth.I was feeling strong, almost powerful, with this dick tickling theback of my throat. Dan was lost in another world. We could havebeen on primetime TV and I wouldn’t have cared. Then an ideacrossed my mind….I brought my hands slowly up the smooth sides of his torso, as if tojust feel him up, but when I got to his hairy armpitsI quickly jabbed him hard on both sides with my fingers. Heconvulsed in a giggle, temporarily losing control.It was all I needed. Despite the fact that my shorts were stillaround my knees, I quickly slimed his cock out of my mouth, andmanaged to have him on his back in a second, thenon his stomach, still tickling as necessary to keep him pliable.This boy was going to be all mine, and his butt was going to take mycock as far as I wanted it to go. I was on top of him, sitting onhis jockbutt, both of his arms pinned behind his back. I was proudof myself: I’d learned a few moves already. I tickled him a littleagain. “Ticklish, aren’t we?”He giggled again, unable to speak. How cute. I tickled him again.This was kind of fun. My new playtoy. Tickle tickle, I jabbed. Hestarted laughing hysterically. I reached under his tummy and jabbedthere. He laughed even harder…this was one ticklish drunk boy for sucha serious jockcolt when sober. No wrestling move to counter this. Icould get him anytime this way, I thought…. I probed under histummy for his bellybutton.He laughed and then squeaked out, “Boy, you really have a thing for mynavel, huh?””Yeah, I like your navel a lot. I want to lick it and play with it.But we’ll do that later. First I’m gonna fuck you.” I had to get himprimed to the idea.”Uh, I don’t think so.”I tickled him again and his body slackened beneath me. “I do thinkso.”He mumbled into the carpet. “But I’m not the fag here, you are.” Icouldn’t believe he was talking to me that way, with me on top, readyto tickle him even more. Such the macho dude.”You may think I’m the only fag in this room, but there’s definitelytwo of us. Yeah, I like to suck cock, but I’m pretty sure you need ahard dick up your ass.””Uh, no, I don’t think so.” This conversation was going in circles.”Uh, yeah, I DO think so.” It was time to get a finger up his butt soI could prove to him how much he needed it. And I knew if I couldget him into it even once, he’d be hooked. Something about beingplowed always did that to guys.I spit on a finger, and holding his arms tight behind his back withmy other arm, leaning with as much weight on him as possible, slowlyworked my index finger into his tight hole. One knuckle disappearedinside. His asscrack was smooth save for a few hairs near the hole.What a gorgeous butt this boy has, and he probably doesn’t even knowit, I thought. Or even care.Dan squirmed beneath me but I leaned down on him even more. “Don’tmake me tickle you again.””Stop it, man, I’m not a fucking faggot!””Yes you ARE.” I felt like teasing him. “Well, OK, maybe you’re not afaggot, but you’re definitely a Homo with a capital H.’ A drunken one.You just haven’t admitted it yet.” I worked the finger in past thesecond knuckle and twirled it a little in his ass.Dan went limp a little and let out a big breath. Was it working? Alittle further and the finger was in as far as it would go, up to thethird knuckle. I probed for his prostate. I knew that would get himgoing if anything would. Dan sighed again; in fact, it was closer toa quiet moan. I spit at his hole to try to lube him up some more,but it missed, landing on his buttcheek”What’re you gonna do, dude, fingerfuck me and then spit on me?””No, you’d like that too much.””Dipshit.””At least I’m not a bottom boy like you.” Dan squirmed at that andalmost got out of my grip. But I leaned into him with all my weightand he stayed down. Being taller I had that advantage of leverage.Anyway, I think he was getting a little too relaxed from my probingfinger to offer up much resistance. “Face it Dan, you’re diggingthis.””No I’m not,” he said, unconvincingly.That deserved a challenge. “Then why don’t you get up? You know youcould if you really tried. Truth is, you’re really liking my fingerup your ass. Why don’t you admit it? And before long you’re gonnafind out how fine it is to be fucked silly by a nice hard penis.””Fuck you dude.””No, that’s my job.” It was time for two fingers. Dan was settlingdown, macho protestations to the contrary. I took my finger out andsmelled it: there was no shit smell at all, which was cool, and mademe like Dan even more. A college boy with a clean butt. Yummy. Ispit on two fingers now and returned to his back entrance. After I’dpulled out his butthole had regrouped, and working in two was goingto be a bit more of a challenge. But I had to make him want my cock.I pushed as hard as I could and they slipped in. Cool, a tight butt,but not too tight. Dan squirmed again, but it didn’t feel likeresistance this time, more like, “Whoa, this kind of hurts, but maybeI could get used to this. Maybe even like it.”I had two fingers working his ass, reaming his butthole and massaginghis prostate. Although I’d never been fucked with a cock, I’d hadfingers up my ass before and knew how good it felt. I knew Dan wasfeeling fine. I looked back at him. His right cheek was on thecarpet, and I saw his left eye peering up at me. I thought I saw aslight grin form at the tip of his mouth. I just kept working hisjockbutt, and then…finally…Dan really gave into it.First it was a little moan, then some heavy breathing, then a littlemore moaning, and then a big gasp: “Oh man, I think I’m gonna cumsoon. Oh, dude. Oh Tim.” This is what I wanted. He was gonna beall mine now. Should I let him come? Sure, why not. Get him allrelaxed. I plowed him with my fingers, stretching his hole for allhe was worth. I noticed his face was all sweaty, and even his buttwas glistening a little. But maybe that was my spit that missed.There was more moaning, sighing, and groaning, and then Dan let outwith “Uuungh, yeh! Here it comes, man! Uuuuuuuuuungh! Oh yeh…ohyeh….” His entire body, to a muscle, tightened and hardened. Eventhough I was sitting on his legs I swear I could feel the spasms fromhis cock beneath me. I couldn’t see it, but I knew he was releasingan immense load of jizz all over our carpet. He whole body keptspasming for at least 20 seconds. Then, “Oh man, that wasfucking…great.” And I gave it to him, I thought proudly. Just wait’til he takes my dick.But I had to do something else first. I rose off Dan and rolled himover on his back. His eyes were closed in ecstasy. There on the rugwas the biggest cumload I’d ever seen, bigger even than any pornoflick. Large gooey elastic globs of Dan’s white cream were lying inthree or four different puddles. The total must have been half apint. I took a look at Dan, whose eyes were still closed, and wentto work licking up his cum. I started to beat off. I sneaked a peekat Dan after a few seconds. He was staring at me.”Man, you really like eating my sperm, don’t you?””Yeah. It’s the best dessert I’ve had in a long time.” I grinned athim. I kept licking and rubbing myself, and before long I was readyto blow.”Can I cum on you, Dan?””Cum on me. Uh…well…what the fuck.” I think he was too tired andrelaxed to insult me or resist at all.He did seem to like watching me pound my dick and started a littlemonologue. “Yeah, fucker, rub that boner, dude. Blast it all over me,Tim.” I finished lapping up his cum and crawled over, kneeling next tohim. I leaned down to his stomach, took in the beautiful sight of hisbellybutton, and bent down to lick it. Little drops of his cum fellfrom my mouth and nestled in his navel. I probed my tongue deep inhis bellybutton and he squirmed. “Damn, no one’s done that before,Tim. That feels really good.” I kept probing and licking hisinbetweenie, getting back as much of the cum that had leaked from mymouth as I could. I was an absolute cum-freak in that moment. ThenI went down to his cock and licked it. It was too much. I pointed mycock at Dan and, moaning like there was no tomorrow, drenched hisstomach and chest with at least seven massive shots of jizz.I collapsed next to him. He stared at his stomach. “Man, you reallyhosed me down, dude.” He turned to face me and I leaned over andkissed him on the cheek. Our still-slimy cocks rubbed against eachother. Maybe losing Michael wasn’t going to be so bad after all….Dan didn’t return the kiss, but if he could dig two fingers up hisbutt, I was sure he could eventually get into kissing too.ALWAYS DANWe were both spent. We straightened up a little (the rug was alreadypretty clean) and then said our goodnights. I wanted to ask him ifhe’d come to bed with me, but somehow the words wouldn’t come out.Dan went off to his bedroom, and I reluctantly went to mine. I hadto admit that maybe this was just a one-time thing. Would he evenacknowledge it in the morning? I laid down, exhausted, and in secondsI was off in dreamland.And there in my dreams was Dan again. Again and always Dan. Idreamed he’d opened my bedroom door while I was sleeping and wasstanding motionless above me, staring at me. Then he crawled intobed next to me and whispered in my ear.And then I realized that I was really awake and Dan was really there,his hot breath in my ear, whispering to me. Whispering a request. Arequest only I could fulfill. I kissed him on the lips and held hissmooth young torso in my arms, then I rolled him over and turned on thebedlamp.I had to be able to see this.There he was beneath me: Dan’s beautiful pink butt and assholepucker were ready to accept my cock. Wanted my cock. Craved mycock. He told me so.I was instantly hard and pointed my dick at his hole. I spit on myhand and slicked it all up. I was ready to go, and so was he. Andthen, as I slowly eased my penis into Dan’s fine ass, I felt for hiswrestler-rod hard beneath him, and held it tightly in my fist. Hegroaned a little. I wrapped my other arm around his chest and kissedhim on the ear. He was all mine. I whispered to his ear:”I love you…you homo.” He moaned some more, this time from pain Ithink. But it was a good pain.”Yeah, I am one, aren’t I?” He said it himself.”Yeah, we’re a little club.”And then I pumped him slowly, savoring every sensation of his tightcollegiate buttcave.”I love you, Dan,” I said again.”I…love you too…you faggot. Tim. I really do love you, Jesusit’s true.” He seemed to whimper a little. I turned his head with myhand and saw a tear form and fall down on the pillow.Was it from the pain of my cock plowing him for all I was worth, orjust the relief of finally letting himself have what he’d always wanted?I never asked.
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