Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2002 04:38:25 +0000
From: Davy Jones <swimmer_wa@hotmail.com>
Subject: Not Enough Girls: Part 3

NOT ENOUGH GIRLS: Part 3

When I woke up the next morning, I felt awful about what I'd done with Mark
the day before.  Every time I'd think back to how I'd stripped naked for
him, or let him feel me up, or kiss me, I'd just cringe.  Little aspects of
the experience, like how his stubble had felt against my face, or how his
pubic hairs looked up close kept coming back to haunt me - never mind the
reality that I'd sucked him off and swallowed his cum, which kept hitting
me like bracing cold water every time I thought about it..

Somehow I struggled into my clothes and stumbled to my Physics class.  I
brightened up immediately when Karen saw me, waved, and took a seat next to
me.

"'Morning, Bubba.  How you feeling this morning?"

At first I was shocked that she could read my mind, but then I realized she
was talking about or gym class.  "My legs are pretty sore, actually.  You?"

"I couldn't BELIEVE how sore my legs were this morning - it didn't seem
nearly that hard last night."  Jack said hello and took the seat on the
other side of Karen.

"Good morning, Josh."  Mark settled into the seat on the other side of me.
I gave him a grim look and deliberately turned back to Karen, but he wasn't
letting me get away, and squeezed my arm.  "Did any of you make much sense
out of the reading last night?"

"Yeah, I had some of this in High School."  One of my character defects is
that I can't resist showing off - present company hadn't improved my
sparkling personality I guess.  Everyone expressed interest in this,
though, but about that time, Professor Goldstein started the lecture, and,
as I've indicated before, he was not a man to be trifled with, so we all
hushed.

I got a lot out of his lecture, actually, and it seemed to solidify my
understanding of the subject, but my other friends (including Mitch, who
snuck in about 15 minutes late and sat on the other side of Mark) felt
completely baffled.

"Bubba, did you really understand that?"  (I heard Jack whisper to Mark
"What did she call him?")

"Yeah, I guess I only half-understood it when we had this stuff last year,
but it seems real clear to me now."

"Well could you take some time this afternoon to explain it to me?  I'm
hopelessly lost now."

"No problem."  I grinned at her.  "Sis."

"So you two decided you're really twins after all, huh?"  Jack seemed
inordinately amused by this.

"Yep," I put an arm around her shoulders.  "Our gym instructor figured it
out for us, actually."  Everyone laughed in a puzzled kind of way.

Our classes passed more or less the same way up until lunch, where all of
us sat together like old friends.  I'd never belonged to a group like that
before, and I felt very happy, although Mitch still made me a little
uncomfortable.

We shared lunch together, and went our separate ways for the afternoon
classes.  At Karen's request, I hooked up with everyone in the free time
between our last class and dinner and gave all my new friends a lecture on
force and vectors.

"My High School Physics teacher told us that most of Freshman Physics
depended on learning just two things: Vectors add, and you can't push a
string."  I giggled as I said that, and Karen giggled with me - our
homework problems were filled with pictures of weird contraptions supported
by strings.  The other guys just smiled.  I worked through the homework
exercises with them, and by the time dinner was ready, even Mitch got it.
Actually, to be fair, Jack was probably the slowest one - not that the
Institute admitted "slow" students by most measures.  To be completely
fair, I should say that even Mitch seemed appreciative.  Naturally, I was
just glowing.

About an hour or so after dinner, Mark came by wanting to do more
"exploring," but I put him off, saying I had homework to finish.  He seemed
disappointed, but returned with his own homework, and sat on the bed with
me to work on it.  Of course, he sat as close to me as he possibly could,
under the guise of needing to see my book and my paper, and eventually my
roommate headed out, saying, "I'll leave you two together."

"Great!"  Mark boomed out, with a sly smile.  "I thought you'd never
leave."
  My roomie smirked, and made a big production of closing and locking the
door behind him.

I was mortified.  "Mark!"  I paused to collect my thoughts.  "You can't do
stuff like that!"

"Do what?  He's just making a joke.  Guys do that all the time.  It'll only
be a problem if you let him think you took it seriously.  Just grin or act
disgusted, or even make a joke of it, like I did."  He wrapped an arm
around me and kissed me on the cheek.

I pulled away from him.  "I don't want to do this anymore.  I just want us
to be friends."

He seemed a little frustrated.  "You know you like it, Josh, don't make it
so hard."

"Anyway, I don't think I'm gay."

"You seemed that way yesterday afternoon."  He smiled wickedly and stroked
my cheek with his hand.

I flushed, "Well, I saw some nice girls in gymnastics class last night
though; if I can appreciate girls, I can't really be gay.  I just need to
spend more time thinking about girls and less time . . . ."  I couldn't
actually make myself say, "doing things with you."

"Is Karen one of those girls?"

I blushed again and didn't say anything.

He wrapped an arm around my waist, "c'mere, you."  As always, his arm felt
nice around me, and I didn't resist him this time.  "Karen belongs to Jack
the way you need to belong to me.  You and Karen are real cute together;
Jack and I both think so."

Now I got scared, "What did you tell Jack?"

"Nothing.  But he's sure not threatened by a guy who calls his girlfriend
'Sis.'"

I looked at the floor.

"Sugar," he kissed me on the head, and laid his free hand on my thigh,
"please don't fight me. "  He pulled me closer, and I let him draw me into
his lap.  My head nestled in his shoulder, my butt between his legs, his
arms around me.  "Don't you like this?"

"Yeah," I said softly.

"Look at me."

I looked up, and he kissed me on the mouth.  I didn't try to push him away
- I just let him have what he wanted.  I still didn't get that much out of
the kissing, but I was very erect again from the cuddling.

Breaking his lip lock, "okay, ready for a walk now?"  I nodded, and we set
forth out the door.

This time, Mark wanted to explore the Steam Tunnels, that fantastic
labyrinth of tunnels that upperclassmen claimed underlay the campus.  I was
skeptical as to how true this was, but Mark had scared up a map of sorts,
and using his master key (again, needing my help to make it work) we were
able to enter the network from a door in the subbasement of the dorm.

We found ourselves in a very long corridor, about as high as a hallway in
the dorm, well- lit, but with a musty, underground smell, and lined with
all kinds of pipes and things.  We set off along it - following his map -
and as we walked, he took my hand.  There was no sign of another human
being anywhere.

As we walked, I had a kind of uncomfortable feeling in my stomach, though.
I knew that despite my best efforts, I was Mark's girlfriend again - in his
eyes, at least - and I knew we were going someplace private where he'd want
sex again.  I knew he'd be gentle, I knew he'd be sweet, and I knew I'd end
up giving him whatever he wanted.  I was even hard thinking about it.

But I also dreaded it.

As we got deeper into the system, it got warmer.  The path reached a huge
cross corridor, which Mark said was the "Grand Corridor."  I got very
confused where we were, as he led us up and down dirty concrete staircases
and even a metal ladder once.  Ultimately, we wound up crawling under a
very large pipe, which created a sort of semi-private room separated from
the main corridor.  Up on the ceiling above was a square, dark hole leading
upwards.  A cool breeze seemed to come from it.

"That's where we're going, I think.  It's called 'Window on Pit'"

"Any special reason?"

He smiled.  "You'll see."

He boosted me up, since I couldn't easily grab the edge, and I scrambled up
into the room above.  He vaulted up and joined me in a flash.

We were in a single chamber about 10x6 and maybe 10 feet high, with a stone
latticework on one wall.  The cool breeze was coming through that lattice,
which also let in enough light from a streetlamp for us to see.  He joined
me at the lattice, which looked out of one of the walls of the chemistry
building.  We'd probably walked past it every day without ever giving it a
second glance.  There was a small sunken garden about one story below us.

As we stood there, side by side, he patted me on the back, saying "pretty
cool, huh?"  Then he casually wrapped his arm around my waist.  I leaned
into him and he held me close.

"Yeah, it's interesting."

He pulled off his shirt.  "A bit warm in here, though."

I knew what he wanted, and without being told to, I started to undress.  He
stood there shirtless and watched me.  "I love watching you undress, Josh."
I blushed again, but finished stripping for him.  When I stood there naked,
he reached over and fingered my hair.  "You're so pretty."  He whispered.
He kissed me again.

Despite the breeze, the warm room was comfortable naked, but the dirty
floor felt a bit uncomfortable on my soft, bare feet, and I was a bit
surprised when Mark got completely naked too.  I'd expected him to just
pull down his pants and have me suck him off again.  Part of me was even
looking forward to it.  I went ahead and kneeled down, but I had to put
some of my clothes under my knees to protect them from the rough concrete
floor.

Somewhat to my surprise, though, he pulled me further forward until I was
resting on my hands and knees.  Then he stepped behind me and I felt his
finger siding up and down my butt crack, running lightly over my hole.  I
shivered as I realized what he wanted this time.

"Do you like me touching your pussy?"  I didn't say anything.  I felt
something a bit cold and looked around.  He had a jar of Vaseline, and he
started working his finger into me.  "Relax, relax, relax."  He was very
gentle, and it did feel kind of nice, actually, but in my mind I knew that
as soon as I let him fuck me, I'd be his girl forever - I'd lose my last
chance to be a real man ever.  (That's how I felt, anyway.)  "That's good,
that's real good.  Keep relaxing."  He patted me on the back reassuringly.
Part of me felt really pleased at this attention from him.  Only a part of
me, though; the rest of me hated it.  Nevertheless, I didn't stir while he
opened me up.

He got his finger deeper and deeper into me, and I started to cry silently,
the tears running down my cheeks.  I knew I wasn't going to object, that he
was going to take me like a girl - like a dog, actually - and I felt really
degraded.  He stopped fingering me, and I heard the slick sound of him
lubing up his dick.  Then I felt it pressing against my anus.  It felt
impossibly big, but it felt warm and rather pleasant so far.

"How's that feel.  You okay, sweetheart?"

"Yeah," I choked out.

"Are you crying?"  He sounded real concerned.  I felt the pressure
disappear as he stood up.

I sniffled, but didn't say anything.

"Hey."  He swept me into his arms, and I folded myself into him - seeking
comfort from the source of my discomfort.  I knew that was screwed up, but
I couldn't help it.  "It's okay, we don't have to do this right now."

I managed a muffled "Thanks."  He held me for a bit in silence until I
calmed down.

"You okay now?"

I drew a deep breath.  "Yeah."

"Can you still take care of me the regular way?"

"Yeah, I think so."  I dropped to my knees.  "Um, what's this shit on your
dick?"

He chuckled "Such language!  It's just Vaseline, it's harmless."  I still
looked dubious, so he said, "Watch this" and used a finger to scoop some
from the jar and ate it.  After that, I put my mouth on him and started
sucking him again.

"Play with my balls while you suck me, okay Josh?"  I did as he asked, and
he moaned softly and started stroking my hair again.  His balls were large
and hairy - unlike mine in both respects - and I fondled them awkwardly.
He made an especially happy noise when I rubbed the area right behind his
balls, and about that point he shot a heavy load.  Per his instructions
from before, I kept sucking until I was sure he was done, then milked him
down and swallowed.  I even looked up at him anxious for his approval,
although that part of me that disapproved was sarcastically telling me what
a great cocksucker I had become.

"That was perfect, Josh."  He tousled my hair.  "Just perfect."  Then he
squatted on the floor and drew me into his lap.  I assumed the position he
wanted me in, knowing by now that this was how he liked to cuddle me, and I
dimly realized that I liked being held so much that it seemed to make up
for all the stuff he wanted me to do that I didn't like.  He kissed me
softly on the top of my head and started idly stroking my dick.

"So what's the problem with me fucking you?"

Shocked at the directness of this, I didn't say anything but "um" at first.

His hand kept working my dick, then switched to massaging my balls.  "I'll
be real, real gentle with you, Josh.  I'd never, ever want to hurt you."
He kissed me again.

"It scares me" I whispered, wrapping my arms tighter around him, burying my
head in his chest, and happy to feel him give me a reassuring squeeze with
his arm.

"Don't be scared."  His hand rubbed that place behind my balls, and it felt
really good.

"Mmmm"

"Like that?"

"Uh huh."

"How about this?"  He let his hand go further down and started stroking my
asshole again - not pushing into me, just stroking the outside.

"It feels very nice."

"Yeah, I thought you liked it" he started working his finger into me again.
"My cock will feel nice in you too, you know."

I blushed, but of course he couldn't see me.  "Maybe."

"It will, it will.  Your little pussy was made for me" I didn't say
anything to this.  "Jerk yourself off while I finger you - I can't get a
hand free."

This was not something I ever did to myself, as I've said before, but I did
as he told me, feeling a little self-conscious - God knows why.  With his
cum in my stomach and his finger up my butt, you'd wonder why I'd be
embarrassed for him to see me jerking myself off, but I was anyway.  He
worked his finger all the way in me, and when he started running it around
in circles, it stimulated me so much it pushed me over the edge.  I
actually cried out as I ejaculated on my stomach, and I felt him pull his
finger out of me as I shot.

I heaved a big sigh, and then snuggled up against him, heedless of the cum
starting to run down my tummy.

"Let's not make a mess.  I think these are my clothes we're sitting on."  I
was so comfortable in his arms, though, that I really didn't want to get up
- but that wasn't what he had in mind.  I felt his hand on my stomach
scooping up some of my load.  Then he raised it to my lips.

"I dunno if I can do that, Mark."  Right at that moment, the thought of
eating my own cum was pretty revolting, actually.  He persisted a bit in
trying to get me to lick it off his hand, and I finally pushed his away,
annoyed.  He laughed, and waved it under my nose.  I jerked my head away,
starting to get upset with him, and then I realized he was just teasing me
with it.  Like it was a frog he was teasing his girlfriend with.  For some
reason, I found that comforting.  I smiled and snuggled back up to him.

"Hmm, so what am I going to do with a handful of cum?"

I giggled.  "Well, you could eat it yourself."

"Or I could rub it in your hair."

I squealed at that, which I guess indicated I didn't really think he'd do
it, and I tried to get away.  He held me in place with one arm, and again I
realized just how much stronger than me he was.  Then he reached over and
rubbed it into my crotch, wiping his hand fairly clean on my cock and
balls.

"You rat!"  But it wasn't actually all that bad - half of my load had run
down there anyway.

I quit struggling - a bit out of breath, actually, and panted.  He relaxed
his grip on me, and just held me.  "Mad at me?"

"Yeah," I grinned, "now I hate you forever!"

"Oh, in that case," and he started tickling me.

Now I'm very ticklish, and I squirmed and tried to get away from him, but,
as before, he had a good grip, and I was helpless.  He kept moving his hand
around, tickling me under the arm, then on the ribs, even on the thigh.  If
there was anyone walking outside the Chemistry building, they must have
been completely mystified - Chem Lab wasn't supposed to be this much fun!
Finally, I begged him to stop.  Like magic, he did.  I cuddled up to him
again, and I realized - again -- just how very much I liked this kind of
intimacy with him.  How much I'd come to trust him, to feel comfortable
with him.  This definitely make the sex worthwhile.  He idly started to
stroke my hair.

"Hey!  Which hand is that?"

"Don't worry.  It's clean."  He hesitated.  "Well, it is now, anyway."

"What!"  This time he let me turn to face him, but he grabbed my wrists as
I pretended to swing at him.  Whatever I did, I could never get my hands
close to him, however hard I tried, and all the while he kept grinning at
me.  After a bit, I tired of it again, and, once more, as soon as I
relaxed, he let me go.  I slid forward, legs wrapped around him, and rested
my head on his shoulder.  I felt his arms go around me, I closed my eyes,
and I was happy.

--To Be Continued