Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2015 19:47:30 +0000 (UTC)
From: Neo Nemo <tse_kz74@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dorm Room Part VI

This story is a translation of the Russian original, with names and
vernacular made to sound as American as possible for ease of reading by an
international English-speaking audience.  However, keep in mind that it's
set in Russia, and make allowances accordingly. The Russian original was
first published as a series of journal entries on a Russian gay meeting
site qguys.ru.  Please also note that English is not my native or even
first foreign language.

P.S. Just to dispel any confusion that may have crept in, this story is
pure fiction, even if parts of it may be based on actual events.

P.S.S The previous installment was published on Nifty in May 2011.  A lot
has happened in Russia since then, none of it positive for the gay
community, or the country as a whole, which prevented me from finishing the
last chapter of the story at the time.  I've been determined, however, to
see the story to the end, to reminisce about better times in Russia in the
90's when I was a student and when Russian society WAS becoming more
tolerant and accepting before things derailed in the worst possible way;
and as a hope that things might change for the better and that this
bacchanalia of religious fundamentalism, unrestrained homophobia, and
unchecked xenophobia and racism will run its course soon and give Russian
society an immunity against it for generations to come

And please, donate to Nifty if you can!

Now, on with the story.


Dorm Room Part 6 - Finale

Making Amends

	Sloooowly, deliberately slowly Dennis bowed his head to mine,
holding my chin with one hand, and supporting my back with the other.  He
froze for a second, exhaling noisily, poking my face with the tip of his
nose, tickling my cheeks with his eyelashes, and caressing my chin with his
fingertips.  Not being able to stand the suspense any longer, I lunged for
his lips and touched them with mine.  Dennis' reaction was immediate: He
moved away from my lips in a flash:

"No, boy, you're mine now, and we'll be doing it my way now!"

	I swallowed hard:

"Denny, I am not sure...."

	The tip of his index finger touched my lips, and I stopped talking,
heeding his wordless command.  He picked me up bodily, boots and all, which
I hadn't had time to kick off, and headed to his bedroom.

	Dennis slowly lowered his precious cargo on his bed - it wasn't
your average narrow dorm bed, Art and he had managed to squeeze two almost
queen sized beds into their room - all the while eyeing me hungrily:

"You're so cute when you blush, makes me wanna do all kinds of things to
you."

"Denny, I...I've never, you know, never...."

"Never been with a man?"

"Nah"

"That makes it even better."

	He lowered himself on the bed next to me and caressed my hair:

"Damn you're beautiful!"

	His lips found mine again in a passionate - and insistent - kiss.
His tongue darted in and out of my mouth, subduing and dominating mine.
Dennis sat up astride me, his hand snaking under my tee, rolling it up.
Leaving my mouth, his lips lowered to my abs, showering them in small
pecks.  My mind swam, and I moaned, with my eyes rolling back.  His lips,
applying some suction, travelled up to my chest.  Dennis removed my T-shirt
completely in one fluid motion, and zeroed in on my nipples.  Nothing in my
life had prepared me for the sensation!

	Leaving my nipples swollen and erect, he concentrated on my neck,
licking it everywhere only to stop here and there for a light nibble.  His
roving lips and hot breath made my whole body stretch out for him, offering
up my neck to his ministrations, whispering his name with every breath.
Rising up, he made light work of taking off my boots and socks.

	His hand found the fly of my skinny jeans, made uncomfortably tight
by my arousal.  With enviable adroitness, he unbuttoned the fly and tugged
at the legs of the jeans, caressing every inch of my thighs and shins laid
bare as he went along.  This left me in my good-boy tighty whities, leaving
absolutely nothing to imagination considering the amount of precum I'd
spewed.  Dennis grabbed the waistband, yanking the briefs down and off,
revealing my full and unobstructed nakedness to his eye.  He took it all in
for a second, and then bent down...

	And just like that the walls inside me came crushing down and I
lost all control, not an unpleasant sensation.  His lips enveloped the head
of my dick, while the lips massaged and tenderized the G-string below the
pee-slit.  I bucked forward to meet his lips with abandon, screaming his
name, the name of my sweet torturer, without a thought as to what the
neighbors might make of it.

	Dennis, however, didn't intend for me to cum yet; as experienced as
his was, he needed more out of sex.  Giving my dick a one last all over
lick, he reached to grab lube from the nightstand.  That made it abundantly
clear what he intended to do.  I guess I could have stopped him at this
point, if I'd REALLY wanted to, and I think I would have if he'd bent me
over in the hallway and tried to fuck me right then and there.  But not
NOW, not after this preview of things to come; now his will was mine, I'd
surrendered myself to him.

	Denis squirted a generous dollop of lube on his fingers, and
hoisted my legs up on his shoulders:

"Vic, just relax!"

	And so I did; I was relaxed as never before, floating on cloud nine
and never wanting this to end.  Something cold then touched my pucker, his
fingers massaging it, after which one digit breached the ring carefully and
went inside full length, grazing something on the way in which made my
insides implode in fireworks of unknown pleasure.  With every rasping
breath, I moaned and chanted like mantra the name of my lover, with the
added 'yes' and 'more' exclamations here and there thrown in for good
measure.

	Dennis was doing a very good and thorough job of loosening me up,
inserting two fingers now.  I wanted desperately to feel him inside, but he
was in no hurry.  When the tension became too much for me to bear, when
pure blinding pleasure overrode my inhibitions and anything else, I had no
choice but to whimper:

"Denny, please..."

	 He stopped the finger fuck and shucked off the sweatpants,
revealing a rearing to go big - 8 inches at least - cock with a beautiful
mushroom head.  It looked downright imposing, but I wasn't scared: It was
my Denny's cock, and it was welcome.  My stud fumbled around with a rubber
some, and the packaging, gleaming in the moonlight, flashed the letters XXL
at me, teasing me.  He slid a pillow under my butt cheeks, securing my legs
on his shoulders again, and glided a LOT of lube over the condom to spread
it around.

"You gonna feel some pain at first.  Try to relax and push out!"

	I felt his hot dick knocking at my entrance, making me arch up in
anticipation with the driving need to be his, to feel that pain!  Dennis
had to restrain my enthusiasm, while pushing in steadily to get
inside... And I did feel the pain, not an unbearable pain, but one that
made me tense up momentarily.  He stopped to let me adjust, and then
continued pushing in.  The pain was still there unabated, but I WANTED that
pain!

	Dennis soon bottomed out and began the pull out, then slid into me
again.  After a few more sensuous long dicking movements, he began to
gather momentum, speeding inexorably up.  The pain'd gone away, dissolving
in the pleasure.  I felt every ridge of his body with mine, every flexing
muscle, bucking toward him to get more of it.  My hands clutched at the bed
sheets; a scream of pleasure tore away from my dry lips, only to be drowned
out by moans and incoherent whimpers.  Dennis' mouth was back on mine, his
cock pistoning in and out of my chute.  Unable to keep my legs on his
shoulders, I let them slide down his back.  A wave of emotion then went
over my head, leaving me with no control over my body, a body that could
only moan in response to the heavenly pleasure it was receiving.

	Dennis lifted me up to him, bring his arms around my back, and
started to bounce me on his cock.  My own dick rubbed against his washboard
abs, against his scorching hot skin.  We both were drenched in sweat and
precum, which'd pooled between his stomach and mine, making a squelching
sound with every up-and-down motion.

	Dennis sprang to his feet, lifting me up with him, hoisting me up
and down on his cock.  The feeling was surreal, of being weightless and
then ramming back down on his hard rod, making my impending orgasm all but
inevitable!  I went for his lips, sucking them in, biting them, then threw
my head back letting loose a string of moans and whimpers.  He pushed me
against the wall, ramming his cock all the way in, nailing me to the wall

"Denny, I'm close..."

	My leg muscles spasmed, setting off waves of pleasure cascading
through my body, causing my assring to contract violently.  I felt
something pulse inside me.  My dick jerked, sending out an arc of thick cum
every time Dennis went in.  The fountain of energy the orgasm unleashed
punched through in a scream, making my hands flail around, tearing off the
wallpaper behind me with my fingernails.

	As a grand finale, Dennis began gearing up to his orgasm, making
him go for mach 3 speed, pushing out more cum out of me with every move.
Finally, his eyes rolled back, he roared, punching the drywall with a fist
making it buckle, pushed into me all the way, spewing cum in pulsating
waves into the rubber, giving me a second orgasm along the way.

	Dennis slouched down on the bed, with me collapsing on top of him,
right into the puddle of our combined sweat and my cum on his belly,
feeling his heaving chest, his hot rasping breaths, seeking the safety of
his neck to nozzle into.

"Denny?

"Hmm?

"Thank you!  I've never had it like this before!.

"Don't forget, it's my second time tonight.  I'll rest up for tomorrow and
give it to you REAL good!

"Oh my!"

	We couldn't move a muscle for another 5 minutes or so, with me
listening to his heartbeat in post-coital bliss and our brains
unsuccessfully yelling at our reluctant limbs to start moving.

"I think we need a shower in the worst way," Dennis finally managed to
croak. "Here, grab a towel, pat yourself down and wrap it around your
waist."

	Dennis pulled off the rubber from his deflating cock and threw it
in the trash can, wiped the cock off with a tissue and started to slide
into his trademark sweatpants.  Well, he couldn't hide that cock from me,
not if I had anything to say about it!  I grabbed his still plump cock, and
began jacking it off to get to all of it to admire.

"It's SOOO beautiful.  You prolly get someone swinging off your cock all
the time ?

"Didn't take much to turn you into a cockslut, eh?  But yes, often enough.

"Well I guess I have my work cut out for me to give you something you've
never had before."

	My tongue fluttered over his cock head, tasting his cum, which
turned out to be sticky, viscous, salty, and unbelievably good!  Denny's
cock immediately sprang back to life, expanding in lengths and thickness to
better fill my mouth, when...

"Baby, not tonight, alright?  Leave your porno fantasies till tomorrow.
With everybody gone for the holidays in the afternoon, we'll have the whole
suite to ourselves.  Let's hit the showers!"

	No sooner had we stepped out, raisin g the curtain - as it were -
to the outside world, than we met face to face with our appreciative
audience.  How does the saying go about a silence so complete?  Ah yes, you
can hear a pin drop.  And a buck would get you twenty, every one of us
could hear the dam pin drop!

	There stood right outside the door all of our roomies - Art, Paul
and Mike - frozen in some stiff poses, gawking at us like there was no
tomorrow.  Dennis was behind me, hugging me close, his cock poking me in
the small of my back.  I frantically thought of something to say, my mind
racing from one thing to the next, but I came up empty.  And what could I
have possible trotted out as a plausible excuse to explain the tableau of
two semi-naked guys half-covered in cum with semi-erect cocks leading the
way?

	The deafening silence had rung for close to 5 minutes when...

"You bastard, we've been trying to get into his pants for a year with no
go, and you did it in one swoop!"

	Paul broke the tension with these words, and Mikey doubled up in
uncontrollable laughter:

"It's war now, Victor!"

	Art allowed a small smile:

"Looks like I'm the only pussy-fucking man left standing, god damn you!"

	A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders with that.  But there was
one question I still urgently needed to ask:

"How long have you been standing here?"

	All three broke out in some choicest smirks:

"Long enough to know what a stud fucker Dennis is!"

"You mean you heard?  Was I very...?

"Oh yes, VEEEERY LOOUUUD!

	"Well, that's enough now, - Art tried to bring back some semblance
of order. "You two go and shower, you reek of sex and debauchery!  And you
two hit the sack.  I understand Vic will be moving to our room now, so
we'll need to move his stuff before we all go home tomorrow.  Now, people,
on the double!"

	While Art issued orders to Paulie and Mikey and oversaw the moving,
we went to take a shower, where just the teensiest bit of roughhousing
ensued, after which we were all asleep before our heads hit the pillows.

	The last thing I remember before sleep overcame us, is Dennis'
spooning me from behind and whispering:

"I love you, Vic.  You're mine and only mine!"