Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2005 20:41:52 -0700 (PDT)
From: Arnold Layne <arnoldlayne69@yahoo.com>
Subject: College St, Chapter 13

428 College St
By Bacteriaburger

Chapter 13

	We sat on the couch for the rest of the evening, our stomachs full
from Randy's dinner, watching "Law & Order" and getting hopelessly high.
	"I have to piss," I said in the non-committal way that stoners do
when they have a notion that they don't really intend on seeing through.
After a few minutes I said it again.
	"Well fucking piss then," Randy said.
	"Ehhh, I will in a minute I guess."
	Randy sighed and stood up.
	"Now I have to piss.  I guess I'll get up there before you do, you
lazy ass."  He turned toward the steps, hesistated, and turned back.
	"Speaking of ass," he said, and bent over in front of me.  He slid
down his mesh shorts to reveal his firm, globular ass cheeks, "I bet you'd
like to fuck this ass again, wouldn't you?"
	"Yeah, I think I would."  My cock started to swell at the sight of
it.
	Randy pulled them back up, snapping the elastic band against his
waist.
	"Well, we'll see."
	"What do you mean, we'll see?"  I called as he walked up the
stairs.  I listened as his piss splashed in the bowl.  He took his time
before answering me.
	"Get my laundry out of the dryer, then we'll talk it over."
	"Oh fuck that," I yelled.  We had a washer and dryer down in the
basement.  It was pretty convenient, but our basement was nasty.  None of
us liked going down there.
	"Dude, a piece like mine don't come for free," Randy said when he
came back down.  "So get my laundry out of the dryer, bring it up here, and
we'll talk about it."  It was just like Randy to pull some sort of stunt
like this.  Still, I couldn't deny the boner that was forming in my
sweatpants.  With a final `fuck you' I pushed myself off the couch and
headed to the basement door, followed by Randy's lunatic laughter.  He had
me, all right.
	I trudged down the basement steps, thinking of the ways I'd have
Randy when I went back upstairs.  Maybe I'd bend him over the kitchen table
like I'd imagined earlier that day, give him the reach around and watch him
shoot all over the table before filling his ass with my load.  Maybe I'd
have him sit on me, ride my dick until I was ready to turn him over, throw
his legs up in the air and give him a good pounding.  Or maybe I'd do him
on the staircase, just lay him face down and sink my dick into his hole
until I shot my load all over his ass.  Whatever I did, I intended upon
making it last.
	I walked to the dryer and unloaded Randy's whites into a laundry
basket.  Randy usually wore tightie-whities, but he had a few pairs of
bikini briefs that I guess he kept for special occasions.  In the state I
was in right then, I actually found myself getting a little turned on at
the thought of Randy's ass in them.  In a moment of unsupervised
spontaneity, I brought a pair up to my face and sniffed them.  They smelled
of combed cotton and Downy Fresh, with just a hint of muskiness.  My dick
throbbed and oozed in my sweatpants.
	I brought the basket up to the living room and set it on the floor.
	"Here you go," I said.
	"Sooooo ..." Randy said, an expectant look on his face.
	"So ... bend over!  Wasn't that the deal?"
	"The deal was, you get my laundry out of the dryer, and then we'll
talk it over," Randy said.  "Start folding, and then we'll talk some more."
	 "Fuck this," I said.  Then I sat down and got to work.  Randy
laughed, watching me with great glee.  "I can't believe I'm folding your
goddamned socks."
	"You're doing a good job."
	"This sucks."
	"Here," Randy said.  He got up on the couch and turned his ass to
me again.  "I'll give you a visual to help keep you going."  Again he
exposed his naked ass.  It was so big, but so firm, and the cheeks were
hairless and smooth as the skin on a peach, with a warm, even skin tone.  I
folded faster.
	"Okay, now I'm doing your underwear."
	"Awesome," Randy said.  He reached back and pulled apart his
cheeks, revealing his clean, pink pucker.  I'd always just assumed most
asses were ugly, but Randy's was honestly beautiful.  I couldn't imagine
why anyone wouldn't want to stick their dick in there.
	"Okay, just your t-shirts and then I'll be done," I said with a
noticeable loss of breath due to my increased heart rate.  Randy's
breathing was also deeper.  He touched his hard dick underneath his shorts.
One time Randy told me that spreading his ass gets him instantly hard,
because of the fresh air that caresses his hole.  I guessed that was what
was happening now.
	"Make sure everything's folded," he said.  He got his finger wet
and sloppy and pressed it to his tight hole.  I watched it almost like it
was in slow motion as he slid it inside all the way up to knuckle.
	"All done," I said, standing up.  My cock was straining painfully
against the front of my sweatpants.  "You ready to rock `n roll?"
	"Fuck yeah," Randy said.  "I'm horny as fuck.  Let's do it."  I got
naked.  Randy took out his finger and presented his ass to me, arching his
back and wiggling it just a little as he shifted down to give me better
access.  As soon as I got up close, I knew I had to eat him out.
	I brought my face up close and took in the heady, musky smell of
his ass.  Such a turn-on.  I started licking the space underneath his
balls, slowly working my way up his smooth crack.  The tip of my tongue
reached the tangy smooth skin of his anus, and Randy shuddered.  I rimmed
the perimeter of his butt hole, just lightly enough so he could feel it.
Then I ran my tongue light and quick all the way up and down his ass crack,
just skimming across his pulsing hole.
	Finally I got down to business, tonguing right into his sensitive,
quivering anus.  His asshole unclenched as he completely gave himself over
to me.  My whole head was buried in his ass.  I loved the way his butt
smothered me, like I didn't have any choice but to chow down.  I screwed my
tongue tight into his steaming asshole.  Somehow, the knowledge that I was
soon going to sink my dick inside had me working his asshole with even
greater abandon.
	Eventually we were both ready.  I stood up, shifting my hips
forward and humping my dick against his ass, the underside of my shaft
sliding against his white-hot hole.  I pressed the tip right to it and he
kissed me with his asshole, signaling he was ready to draw me inside.
	Behind us "Law & Order" was wrapping up.  I looked all around the
living room but I couldn't find our hand lotion.
	"Hey Randy, where's the lube?"
	"Fuck the lube.  You got me pretty wet already.  Just slick your
cock up with spit and slide it inside."  I did as he said and got back into
position.  Just as I was thinking there was no way I was going to get my
big cock inside that tiny hole, Randy pressed his ass into me and my cock
head popped inside.
	"Oh fuuuuck," he moaned in a deep voice.
	"Fuck yeah, dude, I'm inside of you.  You want more?"
	"Yeah, gimme some more," Randy said, and I inched my spit-slicked
cock into his soft, yielding entrance.  "Oh fuck yes," Randy said.  "This
is fucking nice."  There was something incredibly hot about doing it with
no lube, incredibly hot and incredibly close.  Raw and dirty.
	Finally, I was balls deep.  The feeling was incredible--the entire
length of my cock, buried in to his tight shit chute.  I let it rest there
for a minute, just to savor the sensation and let him get used to it.  I
had a weird, lucid moment.  I started thinking about the snow falling
outside, about how it was just me and Randy, all alone in this big college
town, doing our own, private thing in the living room of our apartment.
	I rocked my hips backward.  Centimeter by centimeter, my dick slid
out of Randy's hole.  When I was most of the way out I slid back in.  Then
out.  Then in again.
	"UUUuuuhhhh," Randy groaned.  I felt under his stomach for his
dick.  It was rock hard, pressed against his belly.  I got a hold of it but
Randy swatted my hand away.
	"Too fucking close," he said.  "Just fuck my ass.  Concentrate on
fucking my ass."  So that's what I did.  I fucked his ass and forgot about
everything else.  Never for a second did I doubt that Randy was getting
just as much pleasure as I was.  He was with me for every thrust.  It was
slow, and it was intense.
	After taking him from behind on the couch for a good fifteen
minutes, I decided I wanted to change things up.
	"Lemme fuck you over the kitchen table."  Randy just gave me a
knowing smile.  We uncoupled and I followed his naked ass into the kitchen.
	"Right over the table?" he asked.  His whole body was flushed, his
dick read and oozing.
	"Yeah, you're the main course," I said.  He grabbed hold of the
sides of the table pushed his ass back.  Slowly, I slid my cock up his
hole.  It went in easily now, and in no time I was porking Randy for all he
was worth.  The table shook underneath us.  My hips met Randy's ass cheeks
in a series of staccato smacks.
	I fucked Randy all over the apartment that night.  We took it up to
my room for a while, just for a change of pace, and I fucked him on my bed
with his legs thrown over my shoulders.  I took him rough, and I took him
gentle.  He got on top of me and rode me like a horse; then I got on top of
him and fucked him like a bitch in heat.  We came, then came a second time,
then started fucking again.
      Finally we ended back where we had begun, on the couch, doggy-style.
I was fucking him hard, pinching his nipples as his dick slid in and out of
my fist.
	"Feels so fuckin good," he said.  "Fuck I'm gonna cum."  His ass
clenched down on my dick and his sperm shoot in hot rivulets, dribbling
down my knuckles.  That was enough to set me off.
      With one great thrust I pushed inside of him as far as I could go.  I
started sperming in his butt, but then had a change of heart and whipped it
out.  I pointed my dick at his ass and unloaded several thick shots off
jizz down on his ass cheeks.  Then without even thinking I bent down and
started licking it up, eating my load off of his cheeks.  I even went back
to his worn-out hole, tasting the remnants of the two loads I'd deposited
there earlier in the night.
	 We were exhausted, I mean totally washed out.  We sat on the couch
in the afterglow, watching an infomercial for a metal tray that defrosted
things like burgers and steaks.  Neither of us could muster up the energy
to find the remote, let alone get dressed.
      Eventually I noticed the clock.  It was 3 am.  We must have fucked
for a good four hours.
	"Dude, I am played out," I said.
	"You're telling me."
	"Guess I better go to bed," I said, rising up off the couch.  I
paused, and for a moment I thought about asking Randy to sleep with me.  It
just seemed strange to leave his side, especially after the intimacy we'd
just experienced.  But I didn't want to make things weird, so I pushed the
thought from my mind.  "I guess I'll see you in the morning?"
	"Yeah, well, my parents are coming pretty early to pick me, but if
you got some morning wood and want to slide it in me one last time, don't
hesitate."
	"Sounds good, dude," I said.  I collapsed on my bed and fell
immediately asleep.

      I dreamt about Randy's ass all night.  I was still half asleep the
next morning when I stumbled toward his bedroom, my thick slab of morning
wood leading the way, thinking of the big, warm ass that was waiting for me
at the end of the hall.
      He was laying face down under the covers.  I called his name and he
didn't answer, so I pulled the covers down and exposed his naked ass.  It
stuck out from his body like a small mountain.  I gently parted his cheeks
touched my tongue to his hole That got him up quick.  He ground his morning
wood into the bed, savoring my tongue action in his half-awake state.
	When he seemed ready I grabbed some lube from his dresser and lined
my dick up with his hole.  I slid it all the way home in one thrust as
Randy moaned into his pillow.  I got a rhythm going, feeling more awake by
the minute.  Soon Randy was up on his knees, banging into me just as hard
as I was banging him.  There was no way I was going to make it last that
morning.  I came right inside of him before I could even think about
stopping myself.  Just as the last of my load was spilling into his guts,
the doorbell rang.
	"Shit!  It's my fucking parents," Randy said.  He threw me off of
him and scrambled to get dressed.  He put on some pajama pants and went
down to answer the door.  I listened from his room as he talked to them.  I
couldn't help but smile, thinking of the cum that must have been dripping
from his asshole the entire time.
      Somehow, he convinced them to wait in the car while he got ready.  He
ran back up the stairs and closed the bedroom door behind him.
      "Quick," he said, pulling down his pajama pants to reveal his
still-stiff dick.  "I gotta get off before I get in that car."  I took his
hard dick into my mouth and sucked it into my throat.  It didn't take him
long to get off.  He held on tight to the back of my head and blew his jism
down my throat.  I drank it down with great relish.
	When we were finished he threw some clothes into a book bag, along
with his toothbrush and some hastily-wrapped gifts.
	"Gotta go.  Dude, have a nice Christmas."  He leaned down into me
and met my lips in a kiss.  Our tongues writhed together, mine still coated
with the aftertaste of his load.
	Randy broke away and, smiling, headed downstairs and out the door.
      I sat and listened as they drove away.  I was alone.  The silence in
the house was deafening.  I laid back in Randy's bed, which was still warm
from where I'd fucked his brains out not five minutes earlier.
      What a gift, I thought.

To Be Continued of course

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