Date: Fri, 9 Jan 2015 04:40:00 +0000 (UTC)
From: Demitiri Symone <demitirik@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dumb Jock 4

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	This can't be real. I'm waking up to see a gorgeous guy, still
sound asleep, cuddled up with me and I truly believe he only wants me. I've
know him for just a few days but I've already bared myself completely and
he hasn't rejected me. I've let him get closer to me than anyone else and
he hasn't decided to turn around and run. I look at Stephen and I see
someone that I can have a future with, I look at him and realize that being
able to come to terms with my own sexuality will only lead to positive
things. I look at Stephen and see a guy who I want to give everything to,
but now he needs to wake the hell up. I move my dry mouth to his ear and
scream like the witch banshee I always wished I was.

"The fuck!?!" I couldn't help but snort with laughter watching him fall
right off the bed like an untrained monkey.

"Morning sleepy head," I replied with a smile.

"I honestly hate you, Bryan."

"Hate fuck me, daddy?"

"Well yeah we can go with that."

"Actually no I was just joking."

"Do you have class today?"

"Yes, three psych classes starting in about two hours. You?"

"Yea some bullshit business classes."

"Can we get breakfast?"

"Sure."

	We hopped in a steaming hot shower together and all I could do was
basically stare at this hot, amazing guy. Like, I don't understand this
situation at all. I'm gay and I'm now out the closet. I'm also in that
awkward stage where you're messing around with someone but you're not sure
if you're in a relationship but you're both exclusive with each other. I
want Stephen to be my boyfriend but I need to get to know him better before
making that step. I don't even know this guy's last name, his birthday,
don't know his major, don't know his likes and dislikes. It feels like I
hooked up with my hot neighbor who I will now see everyday.

	I stood behind him and ran my hands down his wet, sculpted back
until they got down to his soft cheeks. His butt is so cute. It's not big
or anything but it's perfectly shaped like two apples and it's firm. I gave
it a little pinch just so I could see that goofy smile of his. Wrapping my
arms around his strong body I just inhaled the strong aroma of whatever
heavenly body wash he used. Something about Stephen made me feel like
nothing bad could ever happen as long as he was around. I felt like he
would be the guy that would have my back even if we somehow were on bad
terms with each other. But I still want to pick apart his brain, I need to
know this guy before I let him get too close and it turns out that he isn't
what I exactly imagined. We all know everyone is playing a character, to
some extent.

	All dapper and sophisticated looking, Stephen & I headed to the
school dining hall, holding hands as we walked, obviously. I was very
nervous about this as I didn't know more than a handful of people on this
campus and I honestly was afraid of what people would say... or do... I've
seen how the LGBT community is treated and it frightens me. I couldn't bust
a grape in a fruit fight so if someone came for me I'd be lunch meat. Yes
I'm an athlete and all that good stuff but that doesn't mean I'm a
fighter. I'm soft.

"How long have you been out, Stephen?"

"Oh God. Years. I think freshmen year of high school is when I popped out?"

"What was it like?"

"Eh. Nothing special. Family was fine with it after a while, although, they
were definitely shocked."

"Why shocked?"

"Well, Ronnie & I did come out at the same time."

"This story isn't leading where I think it is right?"

"No! We just announced it together. My family was okay with it but they
were just taken aback by the both of us catching the gay."

"Oh I see."

"When do you think you're going to break the news to your family. Bryan?"

"No idea. I'm petrified. I feel like I'd be run out of town."

"You know you can always come crash with me. I got you."

	The dining hall was weirdly empty but I liked that. I've never been
a fan of huge crowds and I didn't want there to be a lot of noise anyway. I
figured since this was going to be my first serious talk with Stephen
everything needed to be perfect. I was trying to eat but I felt queazy, I
felt like I was on the verge of jumping the gun. Maybe I should just stay
quiet and let this relationship flow naturally? I don't know. I like this
guy a lot. His aura, his personality, his looks, his cock. There wasn't
anything about him that I could say I disliked.

"Ok Stephen can I ask you something?"

"Go right ahead."

"Have you been in relationships before?"

"Yea, three of them."

"Were they all serious?"

"The first two were. I thought the third was on its way but that ended up
falling through."

"How did they end? You dump them, they dump you, mutual type thing?"

"I dumped the first guy and the third guy, the second one was mutual."

"Would you mind giving me a run down on those?"

"Well, the first guy was like, right when I came out, he just snatched me
up. It was great. We were together for a year and those first 9 or so
months I thought we were just a perfect little couple that was going to
grow old and die on a hospital bed. Ya know, The Notebook type of shit. But
something just changed. He's distant, dooesn't want to go out as much,
doesn't want to talk to me as much and even though we were still very much
in a relationship it just seemed as if we only talked to each other only to
make sure we were both still alive. Then one day a few months later I was
said 'fuck it'. There's no point in this relationship so let's just end
it. He accepted that and agreed with me so it was a peaceful break up."

"Was he the first guy you slept with?"

"Indeed he was. Don't worry, you're a better bottom. I've only fucked you
twice but you're already my favorite bottom."

	Okay then, turns out there is a brain that comes along with that
big dick. Awesome.

"How about unlucky number three?"

"I didn't trust that fucker as far as I could throw him. Just way too
flirty and friendly with other guys. Then I looked through his phone and
saw all the sexting and nude photo exchanges and felt like I was making a
good decision."

"Would you send me nudes and sext me?"

"Yea, but you never even text me. Which is weird."

"How's it weird? We've pretty much spent all our days together so there
hasn't really been a need for me to text you. Now how about the mutual
break up?"

"Nothing much to say about that one. We were going in separate directions
and thought it would be best to call it quits. He was a great guy
though. We still talk here and there."

"What was your longest relationship?"

"My first one, a year."

"Can I ask you another question? Feel free to say no. But if you do say no
there is a chance I will cry, smash this plate against your face and then
transfer to a different school."

"No," he said smashing that goofy smile again.

"Whatever, Stephen."

	I knew he knew the question I was going to ask but I still wanted
that 100% confirmation. I wanted to hear the actual words.

"Would you... like, if you want... do you think that maybe us two could ya
know..."

"Bryan, what are you saying?"

"You know what I'm saying, you ass!"

"I have no idea. I'm clueless over here."

"Come on, Stephen, you know it."

"Nope, spill it."

"Do I have to say it?"

"It's the only way you're going to get your answer."

"I don't know how to ask it," I responded in a hush tone.

	And I really didn't. Do I use the actual word 'boyfriend'? Or is
that presumptuous? I'm in college and I'm freaking out at the thought of
asking someone out. But I mean give me a break! I've literally never done
this before.

"Do you want to be my boyfriend!?" I'm pretty sure that came out as just a
loud yelp rather than a fully formed question. There was no way it made any
kind of sense.

"Sorry didn't catch that. Could you say it again slower and properly
enunciate every word?"

"Do. You. Want. To. Be. Violenty. Murdered?" I said with a tight grip on my
butter knife

"Yes to your first question, no to the second question."

"Okay, yay. That's awesome." It took every ounce of my energy to refrain
myself from jumping into the air. "Now what?"

"Well I have class so I'll just see you later? And how about you TEXT me
for once?"

"Okay boyfriend."

	He just laughed and gave me a sweet kiss then went on about his
way. I reclined back in my chair and I'd be lying if I said my stomach
wasn't doing the dance of a million butterflies. I now have a boyfriend, my
first one ever, and my first relationship ever. And I somehow lucked out
because my boyfriend is only the most fantastic, intelligent, charming,
funny, kind, gentle, fun guy that I've ever had the pleasure of
meeting. Being around him teased certain things out of me that I didn't
even know existed, things that made me want to explore my mind, and his,
even deeper. That's how relationships work, don't they? You pick each other
apart because you're do deeply invested in each other and you have an
unreal requirement to fully understand what this person does that has you
so hooked on their being.

"Bonjour!" Daniel yelled in my ear, snapping me right out of my daze.

"The best thing just happened," I said to him and Jake as they sat across
from me.

"What?!" Jake yelled with glee in his eyes.

"Stephen and I are officially boyfriend and boyfriend. I asked him like
five minutes ago and he said yes."

"But I thought we were going to be a thing," Daniel piped in.

"I couldn't wait any longer, just know that you'll always be in my
heart. My first love."

"I'm literally crying right now this is so heartbreaking," Jake said as we
all laughed.

	It's been two weeks since Stephen and I started dating and
honestly, I don't think I've ever been happier in my life. I wake up
smiling, I wake up knowing that it's another day where I can sink my claws
farther into this man, another day that I can morph his mind and forge him
into being everything that I want him to be. Does that sound sick? Is it
slightly disturbing that I'm actively trying to change him while pretending
to be some pure, lovestruck, angelic figure? Perhaps. That's how I've
always been, though. Now that I'm no longer stuck in the closet it feels so
good to know that I can unleash my talons upon this unsuspecting world. I
am absolutely crazy. And even crazier for Stephen. By the end of this
semester I want to hollow him out and then fill him with my flesh and my
psyche, we will be one and he will never, ever leave me.

	I remained sprawled out across my bed, staring at Daniel as he
slept. My adorable, smart, nerdy roommate. I think this kid is truly
breathtaking, in his looks and personality. I really wish he had more
confidence in himself because he is such a catch. Unfortunately, he and
Jake are still playing coy with each other because they're both to meek and
shy to finally admit that they're crushing hard. Sometimes I think about
pushing them together myself but a part of me wants Daniel to myself. As a
pet, if you will. Something that I can have in my back pocket just in case
things get sticky with Stephen.

	As he peacefully sombers I saunter over to his bed and snuggle up
behind him, quietly nuzzling my chin into the crook of his soft neck. I
grab his phone to take a picture of us, of course I'm going to send it to
Stephen, and then I get back in my bed, anxiously ready to enjoy what the
day brings. He instantly texts my phone: what the fuck was that??? I decide
not to reply but he knows I read it, iPhones thankfully now show if your
texts have been read or not. Another text: HELLO? Why are you in bed with
him like that?? Read. One more: I'm fucking coming over. Would I ever cheat
on Stephen? No way in hell. But, he has a barbarian side to him that I'm
fucking insane for. I love to play innocent and tease him mercilessly until
he gets fed up, rips my clothes, and drills me until I'm seeing stars. God,
the sex. It is everything.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

	You'd think it was the cops knocking at my door, but no it's just
Stephen. My barbaric, animalistic, enraged boyfriend. Ready to bust through
and take all his anger out on my still tender and petrified bottom. I am
slightly proud of myself for coming up with this quick plan to get him so
quickly bothered, though. I had no idea it would work, seeing as Daniel and
I are always cuddled up somewhere. He is my best friend here, after all.

"Open the door, Bryan!"

"Sorry I need to put on clothes."

	I noticed Daniel slowly awakening and thought this was truly
perfect timing. I skipped over to the door and stood flush against the wall
as Stephen violently pushed it open and ran to Daniel's bed. He wildly
flailed his arms and yelled at him a bit until they both came to the
realization this was just me playing a prank and wanting to excite
peole. We all laughed it off.

"I never pictured you as such a dangerous spouse, Bryan," Daniel remarked
to me, still under the covers.

"What makes me so dangerous?"

"Sending your own boyfriend a picture of you cuddling with another guy?"

"I didn't do it any of the other times."

"What other times?" Stephen tightened his grip on my hands, we were under
my covers snuggled up.

"Kidding, of course!"

	Stephen and I laid up in my bed, just warmly inhaling each
other. His soft shirt pressed against my almost bare body, his rugged hands
roaming my athletic thighs. I kind of wanted him to fuck me senseless while
Daniel sat in his bed across the room, shorts on the floor, jerking off
like a jackrabbit to the sight of his roommate getting rammed by a big
dick. I know he'd love to see me get fucked. I know he'd love to be the one
to fuck me, but watching, for now, is good enough for him, I suppose.

	I reached behind me and slowly flicked at Stephen's shorts until he
got the message that I wanted them off. Glad he also got the clue to slip
his boxers off as well and then I carefully removed my last piece of
clothing. Just two naked college studs, entangled with each other, one leg
over the other, arms draped across the chest, a dick nestled between two
round and firm ass cheeks, even our hair was about to make love.

"Do you know when Daniel is leaving?" He mumbled in my ear.

"It doesn't matter."

"Seriously? You okay with doing this while he's right there?"

"God yes. Yes I am."

	He slipped two of his fingers into my mouth and I gently soaked
them in saliva. I told him before how much I enjoyed fingering myself so I
guess he wanted to give it a try. I relaxed my body to allow his fingers
inside me, one finger first then one more to follow shortly. Maybe even
three total if I was really up for it. But I could barely allow one of his
fingers through my barrier. It was just a struggle, maybe it was because of
me just being on my side. I flipped over on my stomach, arched my ass up
and pulled my cheeks apart then the magic finally started. I felt his
middle finger push through and god was it thrilling. My warm hole, my soft
inside, poked by the guy of my dreams.

	I turned my head to see Daniel staring at us, his mouth
agape. Mouthing to him: want me to stop? He just gave a simple no with a
headshake, I told you he'd enjoy this show. I felt another finger push into
me and that's when the moans hit, partly because it felt good and parly
because I wanted my roommate to know this was going to be better than any
porno he could ever watch in his life. I slowly rocked my body back and
forth, softly moaning each time those two fingers pushed at whatever
squishy thing they happened to come into contact with.

"I want to suck you, master," I said with a sly smile.

"Oh I'm master now?" Stephen replied, he loved when I got ultra submissive.

"You always were my master."

"Get on your back."

	And that I did. I opened my mouth ever so slightly so Stephen would
be the one to do the rest of the work with that mighty dick. He positioned
himself as if we was about to do push ups and I moved down on the bed so
his dick was hanging right above my face. With one hand he slapped and
glided it on my face until that tender head met my soft, moist
lips. Bucking his hips he got about half of that monster down my mouth
before I felt like I was full. But I wanted more. I wanted to devour that
thing. I bobbed up and down, licked it down to the base, spit all over that
thing (spit dripping on my face but I didn't care) and I jerked whatever
amount of inches weren't in my mouth. I was poking and pulling apart at his
slim ass, rubbing his thighs up and around to his abs, then I hugged his
back and pushed him down as far as he could go. His thin pubic hairs crept
into my nose, his balls slept on my chin, all of it had my dick bouncing in
the air. I pushed him up then pulled him completely back down, repeated
this little tactic for about 10 minutes. I loved how much stamina Stephen
had, I could pull out every trick in the book but this guy never blew his
load until he wanted to blow it. Maybe that says more about my overall
skill than his stamina then? I don't know, either way I'm just glad we
could have very long sessions.

	I pushed him out one last time and peeped over at Daniel. He had
the covers on but I could see the motion of him jerking off. For some
reason he stopped as soon as he noticed me looking, though. I sauntered
over to that bed, ripped his sheet off and gave him a sweet kiss on his
forehead.

"Now you, fuck me," I hollered at Stephen.

	Sometimes I wonder why I say things like that to him, because no
matter what, I'm never quite prepared for the pummeling he was going to
give me. He slammed me down onto the bed with my ass hanging off, squirted
some lube on his cock and his ass then everything after that became a
slight blur. My hole was on fucking fire. A fire so intense it made my eyes
roll back, made my knees buckle and left me feeling senseless. The feeling
of him ramming into me without the slightest bit of mercy or care. My hair
violently yanked in all directions, my face red from all the smacks he gave
me, my entire body glistening from sweat, no doubt a combination of mine
and Stephen's. I reached for my covers so I could bite down on them instead
of screaming bloody mary but no, Stephen wanted my screams to fill the
room. He wanted my chaste roommate to see just how much I enjoyed being
dominated, how much I enjoy a man who can take full control, he wanted
Daniel to see the reason why I would randomly stumble into the room with a
noticeable limp.

	Stephen was going at a pace I was not quite familiar with. I wanted
to get in tune with him but I was immobile, he had his fists planted firmly
into my lower back and his cock planted firmly in my soaking wet ass. His
thick cock rudely disrupting the peace of my insides, threatening to burst
through my walls as if this was a home invasion. Actually, it kind of was?
I remember a few nights ago I told Stephen just how submissive I can be, I
told him some of my... darkly sexual fantasies and what I wanted him to do
to me. I'm glad he remembered those things. I felt his teeth sink into my
left shoulder and I swear to God I was about to dump my load right
there. He ran those teeth all the way down to my ass without ever stopping
his relentless assualt on my ass, I had no idea he was that flexible.

"Please, I need... a minute. Just one. I swear," I said to him in nothing
but muffled breaths. Not even sure if he heard what I said.

"Fuck no bitch."

	He pulled out with an embarrassingly loud pop and tossed me on my
back into the bed. I tried to hold my legs up but there was no chance, I
lose all energy when Stephen fucks me, but that's okay because he has more
than enough for the both of us. With his body he pushed my legs up to my
head and reamed back inside me without missing a single step. I wrapped my
arms around his sweaty body and just stared at Daniel while I got my ass
turned inside out. His entire body was covered in sweat too, he was jerking
off at the same pace in which Stephen was fucking me and I know my staring
made him feel slightly uncomfortable but also majorly aroused. I threw on
my best wounded, delicate puppy dog face and Daniel looked like he was
about to blow at the sight. I lifted one finger at him in hopes that he
would get the hint to hold it in and he got it clear. He slowed down his
masturbating then began to finger himself while staring back at me.

"Harder, deeper," I moaned into Stephen's ear.

	I imagine he tried to reply but all I heard back were moans, I
clenched my ass as he pumped back inside me and then suddenly I found
myself screaming for dear life. My legs were shaking, my hands were
trembling, I could hardly see anything. Then, as if this was happening on
purpose, I felt this... tidal wave surge through my body. A tidal wave that
just felt too good. That ever happen to you? You experience something that
is just so widly beyond anything that ever came before it and you're
confused as fuck but you know you loved that shit?

Again.

Again.

Again.

And again.

FUCK. ME.

And one more time.

	Oh fuck. Stephen found my spot. He was slamming dead into my
prostate. I've always heard that a guy getting his prostate, or gspot
whatever, hit was supposed to be some life altering experience but
unfortunately for me I could never find it whenever I fingered. So I
thought I actually didn't have one, or just that it didn't really do much
for me. God, how wrong was I? Each time he hit I would literally quiver,
bite my lip, slightly tear, and let out some kind of dog whimper human
groan hybrid. It was AMAZING. But I could not take it, not these repeated
hits. I could honestly feel my balls churning, I knew I was about to blow
the biggest load of my life.

"Just a few more times, then blow with me master."

	I really shouldn't talk during sex. I don't know how many more
times Stephen hit my spot because when I finally was able to process my
surroundings I was still in bed, my abs and chest covered in warm cum, I
felt some on my lips, I ran my fingers through my hair and yep there was
cum in there, and obviously I could feel it oozing out of my ass. I looked
over at Daniel - covered. Stephen was next to me, panting like the dog he
is.

"How many times did you hit it after I said that?"

"17."

"I think I need to invest in crutches."