Date: Sun, 19 Oct 2003 20:45:38 -0700
From: derek phillips <derekph@att.net>
Subject: Mikey Will Eat It - Chapter 1
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Mikey Will Eat It
CHAPTER 1
Matt from across the hall wandered into my room while I was studying and
sat down on my roommate's bed. He'd never done that before, but I
needed to finish the chapter I was reading, so I ignored him. He wasn't
doing anything obnoxious, just reading a magazine that had been lying
there. Besides, I was sort of flattered. He was totally hot, and I
totally had a crush on him. But it was Saturday afternoon, my roommate
had gone home for the weekend, I had the place to myself and was looking
forward to spending a couple of hours jerking off, once I finished
studying.
When I reached the end of the chapter Matt was still there, so I turned
and looked at him and said "So, Matt, how're they hangin, dude?" Matt
was from Southern California, a total stereotype, a surfer, blonde,
tanned, called everyone "dude", got around campus on a skateboard. He
was also a star gymnast, on his way to the Olympics in a couple of years
if he played his cards right. He didn't talk much, to me at least. He
looked up from the magazine. It was a copy of The New Yorker. I was
sort of surprised, I hadn't been sure he could even read.
"They're hangin', Mikey." He pretended he was still reading, turning the
page of the magazine. "Terry says you gave him a blow job."
Terry was Matt's roommate, and even farther out than I was, the sort of
gay boy who likes to give straight guys blow jobs in johns, and scores
with almost everyone he wants, just because he's so casual about it. He
told me he'd had sex with half the guys on our floor, and I was inclined
to believe him, especially when he'd confided in me that Matt still
eluded him. Why lie about the small fish?
"Terry's a lying asshole," I replied automatically. But it was true,
actually, Terry and I had met at a bar off campus one night, and one
thing had led to another. I decided there was no point lying about it.
I wasn't exactly proud of the incident, but I wasn't ashamed, either.
Terry's cute. The sex had been pretty good. Matt was still
pretending to read the magazine.
"OK, let me rephrase that, Terry told a partial truth. The truth is,
Terry and I did a sixty-nine, so he sucked my cock while I sucked his.
We came in each other's mouths. Then, as I remember, he asked me to fuck
him, and I did. I wore a rubber, of course, though I'm HIV negative. I
fucked your cute little roommate until his teeth rattled and the
whole time he was begging me to do it harder. Is that enough sordid
details for you? Were you hoping I would give you a blow job too,
Matty? Would you like me to fuck you?" That last shot was meant to
scare him away, but he just sat there and grinned at me.
Matt is a walking wet dream, a total jock with a body to die for and
just enough brains to get by. I'm not saying he's stupid, just that if
it weren't for his astonishing good looks and incredible athletic
ability, he'd be pumping gas or flipping burgers. He must spend three
hours a day working out and perfecting his incredible body. He was
wearing nothing but a skimpy pair of white cotton briefs, with a towel
draped over one shoulder, so all of his amazing physique was on full
display, and he was rubbing himself to emphasize just how incredible it
was. He must have just finished his workout and shower, as he looked
spanking clean. As that phrase floated though my mind I pictured Matt
naked across my legs as I really spanked him, his awesome muscles naked
and sweaty, his cock hard and spurting as I slapped his firm naked ass.
I shook my head to clear it of that. Couldn't afford to lose control
while the muscle-boy was actually sitting there. I glanced over at him
again.
Matt was leaning back in my roommate's bed, one foot up on my roommate's
desk, his legs spread wide apart so his well-endowed crotch was
prominently displayed. He had set the magazine aside, and let the towel
fall to the bed, and was naked except for his tight skimpy white briefs,
which left little to the imagination. He let one of his hands caress
his naked body as I watched and tried to keep from fainting. He let his
hand rub slowly down over his awesome pecs and abs, then stop at the
waistband of his shorts and rub gently there, then he moved it to his
hard-muscled thigh and started stroking that upward until his fingers
were tracing the elastic of the leg hole of his shorts, and brushing
against his large heavy balls, which were clearly outlined through the
thin knit fabric.
My mouth grew dry as I saw him rub his huge hard pecs. He even played
with his nipples a little - they were unusually large for a guy, and
stuck out like tiny penises, hard and demanding. It was gut-wrenchingly
sexy. I wanted to reach out and grab those little pleasure knobs
between my fingers and tug on them, pinch them until he cried for me to
stop, make him beg me to let them go, make him say he'd do anything if I
let up. And either Matt's cock was half hard, or it was even bigger than
I had thought, as there was a very noticeable bulge in his briefs. I
let my eyes rest there and could see his huge tool outlined through the
tight cotton, the head big, round and hard. His fingers were stroking
it gently now, just barely touching. It was getting bigger. There was
a dark, shiny wet spot right at the tip of his cock - he was leaking
precum. God, what a fucking sex machine!
If it had been almost anyone else sitting there putting on that show, I
would have jumped him and thrown him on my bed and fucked him senseless
without any hesitation. I'm gay, but I'm no pansy, I work out regularly
and have a body I'm proud of and I don't take any shit. A guy acting
like that is just begging to be fucked. But this was Matt.
I usually tried not to look closely at Matt when he was around, it was
too frustrating, he turned me on too much. It didn't help that he was
very friendly, and the sort of guy who can touch other guys without
seeming like he's being too familiar. He would put his arm over your
shoulder as the two of you stood talking to a third guy. Or punch you
gently in the chest or stomach to emphasize a point. Or slip his hand
up under your tee-shirt to rub your pecs or abs, and then smile
bashfully as you pushed it away. His friendliness and exhibitionism
just seemed totally natural and unconscious. He was just a very
physical guy. Fortunately we didn't run with the same crowd, so I didn't
have to endure him often.
"I've never had a blow job from another guy", Matt said, ignoring my
question about fucking him. "A guy in the movies wanted to do it to me
once, but it freaked me and I ran out." He continued to play with his
muscles, and if I hadn't known better I would have sworn he was doing
it to get me so turned on I wouldn't be able to refuse him. I watched his
hands explore his practically naked body, rubbing those awesome pecs,
playing with the hard cuts of his perfectly defined abs. If I went and
sat on the bed beside him, I could lean over and lick his soft smooth
skin, taste him, lick and suck his beautiful jock stud muscles, make him
moan with delight and beg me to suck him off.
I shook my head, looking away.
"Forget it, Matt. I don't do it with straight guys, it's too
frustrating. None of you knows how to make another guy feel good, and
even if I end up enjoying it, to you it's just a quick way to get off,
or an experiment, while to me it's proof what a freak I am, I can never
have you again, I can never have you the way I want to." It was true, I
had tried it with several straight boys, friends or acquaintances who
had heard I was gay and found me normal-seeming enough that they didn't
feel too weird suggesting we have sex, so they could see what it was
like with another guy. But none of them would kiss me, and they didn't
enjoy my body the way I did theirs and it was too one-sided. Even if
they sucked my cock, they did it like they were brushing their teeth or
something, it was no fun for me. I want the guy I'm doing it with to
be into my body as much as I'm into his.
"Terry said he'd give me a blowjob."
"So go see Terry." I stood up and turned away, hoping he would leave.
"Terry's gone home for the weekend," Matt said, as though that made
everything ok. I said nothing, just shook my head and wondered what I
had done to deserve this sort of humiliation. I could see Matt in the
mirror now, and he knew I was watching, he was standing up and there was
no question about it, he was trying to turn me on, he was playing with
his muscles for me, flexing and posing and rubbing. He grinned sexily
as he fondled his awesome body. "Come on, Mikey, I promise I won't tell
anyone - not even Terry. No one has to know."
"Tempting," I said. "But forget it." There was no way I was going to
let myself get any closer to this Adonis, I was already having wet
dreams about him, and most of my jerkoff sessions included a few fantasy
scenes with him. In my dreams I had sucked him, fucked him, and made
him beg for more. Why ruin the fantasy with messy reality?
I was about to turn and head for the door when I heard Matt's voice in
my ear - he had walked up behind me. I felt his hot breath on my neck.
His arm went around my waist. "Are you saying I don't turn you on?" he
asked. He was just holding me, not doing anything special to arouse me
further, but his touch was like electricity. I looked down and saw his
golden-tanned forearm, the faintest coating of silky down covering it,
its muscles looking like they were marble. I put my hand on it to
release myself from his grip, but couldn't stop myself from rubbing his
soft smooth flesh. It was like silk. I was breathing heavily, felt
like I had just run a mile.
"Stop, Matt, please," I murmured. I was already too turned on to push
his arm away and free myself from his embrace the way I knew I should.
When my cock takes control, my brain shuts down. I wanted Matt now, and
was getting past the point where I cared about consequences.
"Are you sure?" he breathed in my ear and my neck tingled. I pressed
back against his naked chest, feeling his hard muscles. Then he slipped
one hand inside the bottom of my tee shirt in front, and pulled my shirt
up far enough to expose most of my abs and chest. He rubbed my body
gently. "You have nice muscles," He murmured.
I felt like I was drowning in him. He was rubbing my chest and abs, and
licking my neck. Matt was doing that, muscle-god unattainable jock boy
Matt. I freed myself from his embrace, turned to face him, and stepped
back a couple of feet. I gasped to catch my breath.
"Are you queer, Matt? Have I totally missed the boat with you?"
"I don't think so," he said, looking at me in the totally guileless way
he always did. "I mean, I like girls."
"Then what's this about?"
"I saw you jerking off in the showers the other day, and it turned me
on. You have a real sexy body." I decided I would have to make sure
the shower curtain was drawn all the way from then on. "Then Terry
told me about having sex with you and he said you were really hot in
bed, and I saw you sitting there just now and, I don't know, I just
wanted you." He moved closer to me, and I stepped back, but my ass hit
the desk. I couldn't go any further.
"Do you always get what you want, Matt?" The awesome stud was standing
about six inches from me, I could feel his breath, and smell it - he
smelled like fresh air. I wanted to inhale him. He reached out and
touched my chest gently. My tee shirt was still pushed way up, and I
was exposed to his touch. He moved closer, our bare chests touched, his
mouth was at my ear again.
"No, not always." He murmured, and my whole body tingled with the
sensation of his warm breath in my ear. "But most of the time." He was
nuzzling my neck, and his hands were between us, caressing my bare skin.
I reached out to steady myself, and my hands came to rest on Matt's
awesome shoulders, I felt their muscles move under my fingers as he
rubbed my bare skin with his hands. I felt his shoulders and his biceps
and then slid my hands between us to his chest. I brushed my hands over
those solid slabs of sexy muscle, then rubbed his nipples and heard a
soft growl in his throat. "Yeah," he murmured, his lips still at my
ear. I took that for approval, and gently grasped both of those sexy
knobs between my forefingers and thumbs and tugged them gently. The
jock stud growled louder "Yeah! More!" I squeezed and tugged harder.
"Harder!" he urged. His face was buried in my neck, he was clutching
our bodies together, his arms on my shoulders now. I grabbed hold of
his nipples good and let myself go, squeezed them as hard as I could,
pulled them until I thought they'd come off, and he grunted and clutched
me harder. "Dude! Give it to me! Yeah!" This sex god stud puppy
really liked the rough stuff.
Already my cock was so hard I was afraid it was going to explode, this
was hotter than my hottest fantasy about Matt, my groin was churning
with flaming urgent lust. I put my mouth on his neck and licked it, and
he moaned softly. I let go and started biting his neck - I love to bite
and be bitten, but most people don't go for it, especially when I get
really carried away. I have drawn blood, and don't mind losing some of
my own to someone who knows where and how to do it. Mark loved it, he
panted and begged me for more. He was going to carry the marks of this
escapade for a few days. I was still playing with his nipples,
alternating between really heavy tit torture, full out grabbing and
squeezing as hard as I could, and then slow soft rubbing.
Our crotches were grinding together, and I could feel his huge hard cock
rubbing against my belly. He had freed it from his briefs and we were
both slippery with the precum that was oozing plentifully from the tip
of his cock. He was a total slave to his lust, and more uninhibited
than most gay guys. I suppose I should have expected that, as
uninhibited as he was in all other ways, but he kept doing things that I
couldn't imagine him doing until there he was, slipping his hand inside
my pants to grope my crotch through my briefs, then pushing my pants and
briefs down urgently to grab my cock and stroke it. I was working his
nipples and biting all over his neck and he was growling and moaning and
begging for more and harder. He had my cock in one hand now, and was
working my balls with the other. I love ball play, and he was good at
it. This kid seemed to be inside my head, he knew just what felt good.
He leaned down and started licking and biting my pecs and nipples,
driving me totally wild with lust.
I pushed Matt back towards my bed until it hit the back of his knees and
he fell onto it. "Stay there," I commanded, and ran over to the door to
lock it. I didn't want anyone else interrupting this, they'd hear
enough. I turned and looked at Matt - I thought of warning him what it
could do to his reputation if we cut loose and someone around us figured
it out, but I couldn't risk ruining this. He was lying on the bed on
his back, his briefs pushed down just enough to free his giant cock, and
resting on one elbow to hold himself up and look at me as he stroked his
erection with his free hand. His Adonis-like body was naked, primed,
ready for me. Fuck the consequences, he was all mine.
TO BE CONTINUED.....