Date: Thu, 13 Mar 2008 05:36:00 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Cameron <scooter_fiction@yahoo.ca>
Subject: Marcus 2

Disclaimer: The following story contains graphic sexual language and
actions between males. If material of this nature offends you, or it is
illegal in your jurisdiction for you to view it, DO NOT READ any further.
This is a work of fiction and any similarity between real people or events
is purely coincidental. As this is fiction, safe sex practices are not
always followed by the characters, but should be by you.

Two weeks had gone by since Marcus had his encounter with the blond
student. He still didn't know the kid's name, which gave the event an air
of mystery. He also didn't expect he'd ever see him again, although he'd
hoped every night that the tall, muscular frame he had fucked so well would
walk through the door from the showers once more. But he knew the routine -
straight boy has his encounter with gay sex, finds he likes it, and runs
like hell in the opposite direction. These ivy-league boys spent too many
years cracking fag jokes and beating on the designated poofter in their
class. It scared the shit out of them to find that they actually enjoyed
being serviced by a strong, dominant guy.

One thing Marcus didn't give up on was his routine. He still hit the pool
most nights, pushing his powerful body to the limit. He still stayed too
long in the desserted showers, enjoying the hot water pouring over his
toned chest, over the Speedo suit that showed off his ample cock, feeling
the hardness as he ran his hand over the length. He often ended up blowing
a load in this shower, sometimes without ever taking off the suit. The
effect of the workout was erotic, feeling his muscles tingle and quiver in
the afterglow.

Then one night, two weeks to the day, the kid was back. He appeared in his
workout clothes - nylon shorts over longer stretch tights, a sleeveless
tank top that clung to his abs and highlighted every ripple. He was covered
in sweat, his blond hair soaking, the light hair on his legs matted down.
In his hand was a gym bag.

"Hey," said the kid. That much hadn't changed.

"You don't look ready for me to lap you again," taunted Marcus, still in
the water. He felt blood rush to his cock remembering their last encounter.

"Not tonight, I just finished a workout. You almost done?"

Actually Marcus had another 10 laps to go, but he'd been good this week,
and there was something in the kid's voice that sounded interesting.

"Yeah, I'm done. I was just going to hit the shower."

Marcus lifted himself out of the pool on powerful arms, giving the kid a
good eyeful of ripped back muscles and toned legs. His Speedo once again
sucked around his cock as it emerged, and the blond cast repeated glances
at the prick that had subdued him before.

"I was, uh, I was wondering if you'd, um, like to grab a beer or
something."

Definitely interesting. Straight boy confronts his fear, thought Marcus.

"That would be cool. Is there a pub on campus?"

"Yeah, but I was thinking we could go back to my room in rez. We're not
supposed to have beer, but, well, my roommate is in engineering and he's
pretty clever."

The kid had clearly thought this through, and Marcus suddenly felt slightly
uncomfortable. Walking into a residence building full of university jocks
sounds like fun, but he could also get the shit beaten out of him. At 34 he
looked older than the students, but not near old enough to be anyone's dad,
so he'd stand out. Guess I could play the older brother if it came to that,
he figured. And he was far more muscular and agile than most 20-year olds.

"Sounds like a plan," said Marcus, "I haven't been in a university dorm for
a while. Let's go see if anything has changed."

They both needed a shower, one for the chlorine and the other for the
sweat, so they stepped into the pool change room. The kid looked nervous,
uncomfortable taking off his workout gear in front of Marcus despite what
they had shared. The easy grin from before was more cautious. Finally he
peeled off the damp shirt, revealing that beautiful hairless chest and
carved pecs. He tossed the nylon shorts. Underneath he was wearing tight,
stretchy boxer briefs with the Under Armour logo. The briefs enclosed the
long cock like they were molded to fit as he walked into the shower room
and moved under the flow of hot water. The water made the material darker,
and as he turned Marcus saw that beautiful butt, two orbs of muscle
perfectly defined.

Marcus had no reservations about showing off at all. He chucked his Speedo,
took a run at the shower room, and slid across the wet floor, nearly wiping
out but recovering gracefully. He turned the water on hot and felt it pour
down over his energized muscles.

"You aren't really hiding much under those," he teased, "might as well take
them off."

"I just need to rinse them out, you know, this saves me doing so much
laundry."

Finally he peeled the tight material down over his long, tanned legs,
giving Marcus a long look at the defined calves, muscular thighs, and that
wonderful ass, now fully revealed to him. His cock jumped towards it, but
Marcus turned away; he didn't want to rush the kid, who was obviously
uncomfortable. But still - he was here, wasn't he? He wants to enjoy that
rush again, but now it's not so spontaneous. Now it's him making the moves,
and he's uncertain. Marcus wanted to guide him, and knew that he'd have to
take it slow.

"So where've you been the last while?" he asked.

"I've been around. Tons of work to do, our mid-terms are coming up and
every prof wants a paper or six first."

"Listen, I want you to know that I really, really enjoyed what happened
before. But no pressure, okay? It's cool if you're not sure." Marcus hoped
that would put him at ease.

"Oh, yeah, absolutely, I mean, that was amazing," replied the blond stud,
now soaping up his toned body. Marcus was having trouble keeping his prick
at ease. "It just really threw me for a while. I've been thinking about it
a lot. And I mean A LOT."

He laughed, and that grin returned for the moment. Marcus realized that
besides the body this kid was just really beautiful. To hell with taking
this slowly, his dick insisted. He turned to show off his swollen cock,
pointing toward the floor but clearly engorged with blood. He felt that
familiar rush of excitement and apprehension. The kid might just bolt, he
thought. But instead, the blue eyes widened at Marcus' prick before their
gaze met. Marcus walked slowly over, abandoning his shower for the other's.
He knelt down and put his hands on the ripped thighs. The kid's cock hung
before him, swelling now with lust, reaching out to Marcus' lips. He sucked
the head in, and slid his mouth down the length so slowly that the
hardening cock was growing into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck, oh yeah," moaned the kid, "that is so much better than my
imagination."

Marcus' hands slid up the soapy legs to cup the hot ass, and pulled the
cock fully down his throat. He felt the heat, the hardness covered in
velvet, the perfect smoothness. This cock could have been molded for his
throat. Slowly he pulled off, and then slowly engulfed the cock once again,
and again. The kid was hard as a board now, his dick straining with blood,
and Marcus had to push past his gag reflex to slurp down the last inches.
The kid was moaning continuously now, muttering obscenities and pleas for
Marcus to go faster, but knowing how quickly he had cum the last time the
big man took his time. As the hot water cascaded over him, Marcus released
the cock and made for the balls hanging beneath. Slurping and lapping,
tasting the last salty sweat, he brought new urgency to the moaning from
above. The kid tried to grab his cock and urge out his load, but Marcus
pushed his hand away, and instead ran two fingers along the bottom of the
shaft, firing off every nerve ending while still tonguing the heavy
balls. Finally he ran his tongue up the same path, and the cock started
jerking wildly.

"Fuck, dude, PLEASE..." implored the blonde stud, his hands pressed hard
against the shower wall to steady himself. He knees were buckling, and the
leg muscles were hard under Marcus' hands. His tongue reached the head, and
as he once more slowly encased it with his mouth the kid erupted. Grunting
wildly, his cum sprayed into Marcus' mouth like a pressure valve releasing,
an enormous explosion of hot, salty cream. He barely had time to swallow
before another blast filled his mouth, and instinctively he pulled off the
throbbing cock. Another gush of cum shot out, covering his cheekbones and
running down his face and throat in the cascading water. A final mighty
pulse, a final coating of silky cum, and the kid's muscles all relaxed as
he collapsed against the wall. Marcus was stunned, again, by the sheer
quantity of the kid's load, and slowly engulfed the shaft once more. As the
kid moaned in pleasure Marcus milked the last of his load out with his
tongue, and let it slip down his throat.

Their breathing slowly returned to normal, and Marcus washed the last of
the enormous load off his body and watched it slide down the shower
drain. After several minutes of silence he said, "I could use that beer
now."  "I'm not sure I can walk," came the quiet reply.

They dried off, and put on their street clothes. The door of the athletics
building opened into a howling November wind, and they both grimaced as
they set off down a well-worn path, quickly moving into a trot. After a
number of twists and turns which made Marcus wonder if he'd be able to find
his way back to his car, they came to a long, rectangular building. The
architecture could best be described as mid-80's utilitarian. The fact that
there were windows appeared to be an afterthought. At some point the
university had added some lamp posts and dressed up the doorways to offer a
little more interest, but the building refused to budge from it's frumpy
origins. Sliding a pass card through the reader, they entered the warmth
and noise of a busy residence.

"This is guys only," said the kid, "the girls rez is across the way. There
are about 300 guys living in here, so it's gets kinda crazy sometimes."

God, thought Marcus, 300 testosterone-crazed guys barely out of their
teens, living without mom and dad for the first time. He could only imagine
how crazy it got.

They trotted up the stairs to the third floor, down a long hallway of
identical doors, and stopped in front of a door marked "310". A
less-permanent sign said, "Stu and John". Marcus wondered which one was now
fumbling with his keys.

Inside, the room was typical male dorm. It smelled like sweat, food, and
dirty laundry, and the combination brought back memories of Marcus' own
dorm days. The university-supplied furniture had been rearranged in various
creative designs, and the influence of the engineering roommate was clear.
The room was small, so he had used the height to great advantage. Above the
doorway a net had been slung, now filled with suitcases, sports equipment,
and boxes. Clothes hung drying from the edge. The beds had been elevated by
perching them on the two window-sills, leaving more space underneath which
had also been crammed with the trappings of the student. Speakers from a
large stereo had also been hung on the walls. The effect was to open up the
floor space far more than was usually possible.

Stu-or-John reached under one of the beds, moved a suitcase aside and
opened the flap of a cardboard box labelled "dirty laundry". Inside was a
few pairs of underwear and socks, which were removed, and behind them a
small bar fridge which held about a dozen beer. Very clever, though
Marcus. Once he had extracted two cans the kid carefully rearranged the
camouflage.

"If they catch us with this we'd be kicked out of rez," he said, "so we're
really careful about moving the empties out."

"Well, thanks for showing me your stash," said Marcus, "I'll appreciate it
that much more."

The two men crashed on the beaten up old couch, another apparent staple of
all male accomodation. After a long draw on his beer, Marcus said, "so
where's your roommate?"

"Oh, John's over at the library. He's usually there until really late. SO
glad I'm not in engineering."

Marcus felt vaguely sorry that he now knew the kid's name. Funny how
neither of them had ever thought it important to ask.

"So you must be Stu," he said, and then in response to the quizzical look,
"I saw the sign on the door. I'm Marcus."

"Well pleased to meet ya Marcus," Stu replied in a put-on southern drawl,
and shook hands as if they had just met. The grin made another appearance.

"So Stu, you came to find me tonight. So you must have enjoyed our little
extra-curricular activity the other day."

"It was awesome, man, really awesome. But it freaked me out. I'm not gay,
man. I've had any girl I wanted, and I wanted a lot. But fuck, that sex was
on a different level entirely. Never have I felt anything like it. And just
now when you blew me, no one has ever made me feel like that before."

"Then stop talking about labels, and just enjoy it. No one has to know."

"That's just it. Last weekend John and I got really drunk. I mean, I was
plastered. And I told him. Well, part of it anyway."

Marcus had a pretty good idea that the part Stu left out had to do with
being plowed up the ass.

"So what did he say? Did he freak out?"

"No, he looked really shocked, and then... well, then I guess I passed
out. Didn't wake up until the next morning."

"And John?"

"He was gone. Since then we just haven't talked about it."

"Stu, you'll have to give him time to deal with it. If he's an asshole you
find another roommate. But maybe he's cool with you being bi."

"Bi - yeah, I like that," said Stu, "I hadn't really thought about being
both."

"Bi-sexual is just a label that means, `I refuse to have a label'," replied
Marcus.

At that moment there was a key in the door. Stu jumped and hid the beer
beside him. Marcus got his beer behind the desk, out of sight, when the
door opened.

"Oh, hey John," said Stu, clearly relieved.

"Hey man, it smells like beer in here. You're supposed to open the window
if you drink," scolded the roommate.

Marcus had already formed an image of John, of a skinny, pasty-skinned kid
with bad acne who spent too much time playing role playing games and doing
math homework. Engineering was a hugely demanding subject, and the guys he
had known were way too busy doing calculus to spend much time keeping in
shape or getting some sun. But the creature that walked through the door
blew that image to pieces. John was shorter than both Stu and Marcus, but
solidly built. He wore a white t-shirt, just a little too tight, that
showed off biceps that made Marcus jealous. His skin was light olive, but
his nose was angular and he had high cheekbones. An odd mix of backgrounds,
Marcus thought, but damn they came together well. Below the shirt John wore
blue track pants that showed off his rounded ass, and clearly indicated
legs that had spent time on an incline press. His eyes were brown, almost
hiding behind straight black hair worn long. One arm kept a heavy-looking
backpack on his shoulder. He seemed to suddenly notice Marcus.

"Hi, I'm John."

"Marcus." He wondered if John knew that it was he who featured in Stu's
drunken sex story, but then remembered that the kid hadn't known his name
at that point.

"You a friend of Stu's?"

"Yeah, we've done some laps together at the pool."

The light went on, and the brown eyes widened.

"Holy shit, that story was true?" John asked.

"Well, I don't know what he told you," replied Marcus, "but yeah, it was
true."

Stu had been sitting nervously, watching the two faces as if he were
watching a tennis match. Now he stared intently at John, waiting for a
reaction.

"I figured Stu was shittin' me. You really, you know, sucked his dick?"

Yeah, thought Marcus, I bet that's as far as little Stewey got with his
roommate. Guy at the pool blows me, hey, I'm not gay, it was him doing all
the work.

"I did a few other things to him as well, but I'll let Stu fill you in."

Two sets of eyes turned toward the blonde, who suddenly looked like a kid
caught being not-quite-truthful.

"Ah, well, I was pretty drunk when I told you, I don't remember what I
said."

"So John," said Marcus, "are you okay with that? I don't want Stu being
branded around here."

"Yeah, I'm cool," replied John, "I've got nothing against, you know, guys
who do that. But I'm not gay or anything."

Marcus nearly laughed out loud. Where had he heard that before? Oh yeah,
right before Stu sat on his hard cock.

"You guys have really got to stop that shit. If something feels good, and
gets you off, why does it matter what other guys say about it?"

"Well, come on, it's just wrong..." said John, with a little less
confidence.

"Why? Because your buddies make fag jokes? Did you let them choose
engineering for you?"

"No, that's what I wanted."

"Then make your own decisions about sex too."

"I don't know..."

"So if I offered to give you a really awesome blow job you'd say no?" asked
Marcus. Suddenly he had that feeling of being in control again, and he
liked it. It was starting to get him hard.

"Er, well, I didn't say THAT," stammered John, "I guess if that's all..."

John liked wearing clothes that showed off his physique. Unfortunately it
also meant that when his cock started getting hard it was plainly
obvious. Marcus noticed; so did Stu.

"John, let me tell you, this guy gave me the blowjob of lifetime earlier,"
said Stu quietly, "don't fuckin' pass this up."

Marcus looked over at Stu, and the two of them exchanged a glance. He wants
to get it on with his roommate, thought Marcus, but he's never had the guts
to get started. This was a setup to get John's pants off. Well what the
fuck, he didn't mind being used if it meant he got to fuck that hot ass
again. Maybe he'd fuck both of them.

"Lock the door," said Marcus, and John did what he was told.

"Come over here. Stu, sit next to me."

The kid moved over next to Marcus, and John stood in front.

"Take his pants off, Stu."

Two hands reached out and tentatively grabbed the waistband of John's track
pants. He hesitated, but there was no objection, so he slowly pulled the
material down over his roommate's swollen cock, hidden behind white boxer
briefs. He got the pants down and John stepped out of them, mesmerized by
this chain of events.

"Now his underwear."

Stu ran his hand gently over John's hardness before peeling the top of the
boxers over the hot cock beneath. Marcus reached over and gently stroked
along the shaft. John's cock was the same light olive colour, and slightly
bent so that it pointed upwards. He was uncircumcised, but the foreskin had
already pulled back over the head. His balls hung low beneath. Dark pubes
were trimmed short, and were the only visible hair below his head. Marcus
brought his face over and inhaled the musky male smell before sucking
John's cock down, all the way at once. John stood absolutely silent, waves
of physical pleasure radiating from his cock and spreading over his entire
body.

Stu wasn't about to miss out, and brought his mouth over to lap at his
roommate's balls. For several minutes John had two hot mouths working on
him, and he put a hand behind each head and sighed in total ecstasy.

Marcus got up, leaving Stu dedicated to the eager cock, and moved around
behind John. He lifted the white t-shirt up over the teenager's head,
exposing a tight, lightly-muscled body of that same bronze. He bit gently
at John's neck and ran his fingers over the defined pecs, teasing the
darker nipples, causing groans of pleasure. His own cock, straining at his
track pants, brushed across the kid's butt and nestled between his tight
cheeks. John pushed back involuntarily while Stu continued milking his
friend's cock. He had never had anything in his ass, but the feeling of the
powerful body and hard dick pressing into him was intoxicating. Marcus
pulled his shirt over his head, still kissing John's upper back, then sank
lower to push the track pants and briefs off in one movement. Pushing the
kid's feet apart, he put his head underneath and licked from where Stu was
leaving the cock, over the hanging balls, over the tight asshole, and right
up the crack behind.

"Come here," he ordered, moving John over to one of the beds. He pushed the
willing body down, legs hanging over the end. Stu quickly went back to work
on the throbbing cock from the end of the bed, while Marcus moved to the
side and aimed his own cock at John's face. John stared at the thick meat,
juice dripping from the end, clearly meant for his mouth. Marcus could see
a thousand reactions on the kid's face, but mostly disbelief that he was
about to suck a guy's cock. But curiosity won, and he slid his lips down
the shaft. After a moment lust took over, and his face bobbed up and down,
reveling in this new feeling.

"That's right, you've always wanted to suck a cock, haven't you?" said
Marcus quietly, "You've just never had the guts to do it. Well it feels
fucking good."

John gathered new energy from the compliment, and took to his job with
abandon. Marcus began slowly fucking in and out, giving the kid a little
more cock with each thrust.

Stu, meanwhile, had moved from John's cock to his balls, and now found his
tongue drifting lower, testing out his roommate's asshole, over the edge
with lust at the taste and smells he was experiencing. He had managed to
remove his clothes without missing a beat, and felt a graving to feel
Marcus' cock inside him again. His own prick was aching for relief, arching
up toward his abs, but he wouldn't touch it for fear of blowing his load
too soon. Pre-cum was streaming down the length and dripping onto the dorm
carpet.

Marcus pulled his cock out of John's mouth and walked around behind Stu,
who was bent over while he attacked his roommate's hole. Damn that ass
looked good - muscular thighs perfectly tapering into two round globes, the
pink hole clenching in between. He spit, and spit again, the saliva coating
the opening, and then grabbed his cock and milked out a load of pre-cum
which he added to the mix. He pushed and the head slipped in, causing Stu
to grunt loudly. Marcus pushed a little more, and his shaft began
disappearing into the velvet warmth of the blonde's butt. Finally he
bottomed out, and began a slow withdrawal. His fucking motion increased
speed, his cock emerging and disappearing as waves of heat and electricity
coursed about his body.

Stu abandoned his cock sucking to concentrate on Marcus' reaming, and when
John realized that his roommate was being fucked by the muscular stud he'd
only just met, he sat upright. He stared in disbelief at Marcus' huge cock
pumping in and out of Stu's ass. He started stroking his own cock, amazed
at the hardness he felt, approaching the edge of orgasm and then forcing
himself to back down.

"Get over here," commanded Marcus, still thrusting into Stu. John got off
the bed and walked behind his roommate, eyes fixed on the sight of that
huge cock invading his buddy's hole. Marcus pulled his big cock out with a
pop.

"Your turn," he announced, "Stu, on your back." The blonde hopped up on the
bed and lifted his legs into the air, craving a cock inside him. Marcus
grabbed John's dick, and guided it into Stu's well-fucked hole. John was
smaller and slid right in to the hilt, gasping in disbelief at the feel of
his first man-fuck. He immediately started pumping hard into Stu, slamming
his cock home time and again, holding his roommates legs, amazed at the
sensations. Constant grunts emerged from beneath him with each thrust.

Marcus moved behind him and watched the dark, sculpted butt in that most
primitive of motions, then slid his slick cock between John's legs. His ass
wet from Stu's earlier licking, John pulled out of Stu only to find himself
impaled on Marcus' rock-hard dick.

"SHIT," he yelled as the thick head embedded itself in his tender hole, but
by then the pain was already subsiding, and a feeling of intense fullness
spread over his young body. He pushed back a little more, and then more.
Marcus waited, feeling his cock being swallowed up by the tight ass.

"I've never felt anything like that," John breathed, and he pulled forward
off Marcus' cock, burying his own prick into Stu's ass. Back and forth,
slowly grinding between fucker and fuckee, top and bottom. He started to
feel dizzy from the sensations coursing through his groin, and was held up
by the muscular bodies on either side. His own cock felt like an extension
of Marcus' plowing into Stu, like they were attached. And then, his nerves
on fire, John reached his limit.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum," he cried, "oh fuck fuck fuck..." The word faded into
nothing as his cock exploded up Stu's ass. He felt the cum rush through him
into the warm, wet confines, slicking it up even further and gushing around
his shaft. As his orgasm subsided he bent over and slurped Stu's cock back
down, and within seconds Stu yelled out and blew into his buddy's mouth.
Marcus knew the quantity of jis that Stu produced, but John was caught
off-guard. The hot cream filled his mouth and ran out, pouring down over
the blonde's balls. John swallowed and swallowed the spunk, but couldn't
begin to keep up with the flow. Pulling off in panic he was rewarded with a
shot to the face, cum coating his forehead and nose, joining the load
pouring down his lips.

"Get on the floor!" demanded Marcus, his own orgasm building to a crisis,
and both John and Stu knelt before the big man, his muscles coated in
sweat, glistening and energized. He stood between them, pumped his huge
cock twice, and exploded cum into the air. Both roommates, high on lust and
the smell of sex, stuck out their tongues and caught the spurts as they
fell back to earth. Faces together, they turned and kissed deeply, swirling
the cum around between them, licking the nectar off each other before
locking lips again. They took turns sucking Marcus' spent cock down and
cleaning the cum off his balls until there was nothing more.

Looking down at the slime-covered faces of the two roommates, he realized
that he had introduced them both to man sex, and felt a glow of
achievement.

"Well boys," he said, "I think my work is done here."

All three of them laughed, but Marcus thought that maybe he'd just spend
the night with these two studs and see what happened in the morning.