Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 23:01:34 EDT
From: Stockman128@aol.com
Subject: The Guys In The Dorm  Chapter 6

The Guys In The Dorm

By Stockman

This story contains sexual images unsuitable for children.  Please don't read
this if sex, particularly male sex, makes you uncomfortable.



Chapter 6



"That's a great story, Stu," Stan said. He, like the rest of us, was rock
hard. His cock stood out of his underwear. Best of all, he made no attempt at
modesty. Didn't seem necessary anymore, did it?

"It's your turn, Jim.  What happened with you?"


Last year, though a freshman, I was roomed with a junior, Pete. Pete's an OK
guy, a real strong dude on the wrestling team, 5'10, 155 lbs. He's a nut about
his body, always working out and making sure he has no fat. He's a pretty
physical guy, as befitting a wrestler. We'd seen each other nude many times. No
big deal. If we were naked, we were naked, walking around and talking to each
other as if we were dressed. It never seemed to bother either one of us that we
were exposed; it was no big deal.

He'd taken me a few times to the gym to work on my bod, but he never glanced
at me to check out my dick close. I knew his dick was kind of average, about
3" soft in jet black pubic hair that surrounded his dick and balls. His manhair
was thick and high on his belly, but since he had little hair above his pubes
and none on his chest, his pubic hairline showed real contrast. Much nicer
looking than my blond pubes even though my cock is a good 5" soft.

It was Thanksgiving eve, he had a match the following Monday so he didn't
want to go home; I stayed too rather than face my old man. I've been spanked
enough by him.

The dorm was deserted as we showered. He cracked a joke and I snapped him
with my towel. He snapped back, hitting me hard on the ass, but not hurting. I
snapped back, hitting him square in his balls. "AAAAgh," he screamed, doubling
up.

"Oh shit," I yelled, running out of there.

"I'll get you, you fucker," he screamed, chasing me down the hall and into
our room. "You're gonna pay, boy," he muttered. "No reason to hurt my balls.
Down on my lap, like a little boy."

"No No no, anything but that," I begged. Dad had often spanked me, even liked
to do it in front of Mom and my brother. Pete was too strong for me; in a
moment I was spread across his lap. Whap! Pete slapped my ass so hard I couldn't
believe it. Just like Dad. Whap again! My other cheek. "Stop stop please
don't," I begged, to no avail. Four more times Pete slapped my ass, the pain
bringing tears.

"Teach you to fuck with my balls," Pete continued. He was massaging my ass,
which had to be red as a beet.  The respite was welcomed. The sting on my ass
was burning. But also, strangely, exciting. For some reason my cock was
growing. I felt it but hoped Pete didn't, though I was laying right on his thighs, my
cock on his skin. Whap! Whap! Pete was slapping my ass again, though I had
stopped begging him to stop. My ass was sort of numb, but each stroke seemed to
go right to my cock. I was rock hard! And pressing into Pete's thigh!

"Starting to like it?" Pete asked suddenly. "Stand up!"  Only then did I
realize he hadn't been holding me down. It was as if I was there voluntarily. My
cock was hard as I stood, letting him see my 8" dick, hard in front of a guy!
"Look at that fucking hard dick," he said, derisively. "Obvious you like
getting your butt slapped." Whack! Pete slammed my dick, so hard it hit my thigh.

"Aaagh," I screamed, though more for the indignity than the pain. The
excitement of the smack went through me. What pleasure!

"Man, you like this too!" he said. Pre-cum had formed at the tip of my cock,
which Pete saw. He grabbed my cock in his palm, using his thumb to wipe the
pre-cum. "You have a big fucking cock when it gets hard," he said, twisting it
at the same time. The pain/pleasure was unbelievable. The more he twisted, the
better it felt. I winced in pain, but I loved it too! Finally, Pete smacked me
in my low-hanging balls. Whap! It was just hard enough to hurt without doing
damage. I fell on him as the pain seared though my balls to my guts. "That's
right, boy. Stay down on my lap. But spread your asscheeks. Gonna see what you
really like."  Resuming my position on Pete's lap, I did as I was ordered,
spreading my asscheeks wide.

"Hairy ass," he observed, smacking it hard. I felt my cock grind into his
thighs as he pushed down on my cheeks. "Gonna see what your asshole is like," he
then said, just as I felt a finger probe into my hole.

"Please stop," I begged as I felt his finger penetrate deeply. God it hurt so
much it was all I could do to keep my asscheeks spread. "Like getting finger
fucked?" he asked wickedly, pumping his finger in and out. I was getting
fingered by my own roommate!!! Somehow a second finger went into my hole as Pete
showed no mercy for my tender ass. It was awful. It was wonderful. He finger
fucked me until his fingers were loose in my ass. And my cock was dripping with
precum. I hated it and loved it and was glad when he ordered me to stand.  His
cock was hard and was it fat! A huge cockhead like a mushroom crowned a thick
shaft, about 7" long. I compared his cock to mine: mine was longer, but his
was fatter. We both had thick bushes; mine was much wetter as I kept leaking
juice.

"Sit on it." It was a simple order, but so deep in meaning.

"No Pete, please don't make me do it. Don't make me sit on your cock."

"Now." was all he said as he struck my cock so hard it hit my belly with a
loud slap. His cock penetrated my open asshole, though not without a great deal
of pain as I slowly sat on his fat prick.

"Oh god Oh god" I kept moaning though my own cock kept dripping. It took a
few minutes, but soon his cock was buried completely. Never have I felt anything
so bloating.

"Fuck it up and down," he ordered. I complied, learning how to fuck his cock
with my ass. "Oh man this is great," he moaned after a while. He was pushing
his cock up into my ass as I lowered myself on each stroke. The sensation he
was feeling matched my own for my cock was at the breaking point.  I moved
faster as he matched me, racing against time for a predetermined outcome.

And out it came! BAM! "Yes Fuck my cock!" He started shooting his cum inside
my ass in hot spurts I could feel in my belly. He grabbed my cock and twisted
as hard as he could.

"OH the pain!" I shouted as I came too, shooting my own flood of cum all over
his chest and chin, one shot actually hitting his face.

We sat in stunned silence. "I can't believe it. You actually fucked me," I
said finally.

"No," he answered. "You were on top. You fucked me. With your ass on my
cock."

"On your FAT cock," I agreed.   I felt his cock squishing as it softened,
still inside my ass.

"Don't move," he said, before I could adjust. "Let my cock recede slowly. It
feels too good."

I could feel his cum dripping out as we continued to talk. It ran down my ass
onto his groin. He reached out to touch my pubic hair, pulling a few strands
gently. "Never realized how thick your pubic hair is," he mused. Then, "You
liked getting fucked." It was a statement not a question.

"Yeah," I admitted.

He pulled some of my hair a bit harder. "And you liked getting slapped."

"Yeah, I guess so."

He ran his hands through my bush, spreading the tufts. "You liked the pain."
He pulled some hair, really hard.

"Aaagh," I moaned. The pain felt good. "Oh god, no, yes, I don't know." My
cock started rising.  He pulled more hair, even harder as his hands engulfed my
pubic bush. My cock was hard.

Pete used his thumb and middle finger to flick my cock. The pain hit me on
the underside of my cockshaft.  I felt his cock rise, pushing back up into my
ass.

"I guess I'm gonna fuck you again," I laughed. We both started bouncing as
Pete's big cock filled my chute. His hands were all over my cock, balls and
hair, hurting me ever so deliciously. This time we fucked more leisurely, until
the pain of his twisting of my cock became too much. I could feel my cum
building up and grabbed my cock. He then grabbed hair on my balls and squeezed as
hard as he could. God it hurt! I shot a load of cum that was so plentiful that
ropes of the juice coated his chest and belly.

"Ah yes," he moaned as he shot his own load deep into my ass."

When Pete finally softened and he pulled that fat cock out of my ass, he told
me I was the best fuck he ever had. But he did it in such a strange way. "Man
you're a great fucker," he told me as we dressed. "You see, since you were in
control, in a way you fucked me even though my cock was up your ass."  I had
to laugh at that one as I rubbed my spanked, well-fucked ass.

"Did Pete ever fuck you in front of others?" Stan wanted to know. His hand
was buried inside his tented briefs, playing with his hard cock.

"No way. Pete's not a prick. Though he does smack me whenever he feels like
it.  One day he kept me naked in our room while he slapped me between pages of
his textbook studies. I had to stay bent over so he could slap my ass when he
felt like it. It was tough studying with my face at the floor for 2 hours with
my ass high for his easy reach. Of course, he slapped me often enough to keep
my cock hard, which he would slap also. "Turn around so I could slap your
dick," he'd say, whomping both my dick and my balls with the back of his hand. He
was sure pissed when I shot my load all over his chest and into his textbook!

"Last night he went a lot further, making me suck his fat cock after he
smacked my ass red. I had to take his fat prick down my mouth until he came all
over my face. He thanked me, I think, by slapping my own cock until I shot a big
load, though I did like shooting him in the face, in return!"


Stan thanked Jim for a hot true story, and asked if there were any more
stories to be told.


Thanks so much for all your ideas. Please help with your first times so we
can continue The Guys In the Dorm.

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