Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2001 16:59:22 EDT
From: MaineBoyXY@aol.com
Subject: Student Orientation, Chapter 3

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                              Student Orientation
                                 Chapter Three
                                       By
                               MaineBoyXY@aol.com




Tom stalked over to stand directly in front of me as I sat naked on the
bed. I looked up at him as he frowned down at me. "What did I do
wrong?" I asked, confused.

He said nothing, and reached up to slide his plaid shirt from his
shoulders. He folded it and tossed it over to the empty bed behind him.
He reached down and pulled off the white T-shirt he'd been wearing
underneath, and for the first time I saw his chest. It was firm and
tight, but not sculpted with ripped abs and pecs -- it was the natural
look of a guy active in casual sports. He had a small patch of light
hair right over his breastbone, but was otherwise hairless until the
trail began at his navel and continued down under his shorts.

"Stand up," he said softly. I stood, and we were close enough that I
felt the warmth of his body even though we didn't touch. He looked down
at my hard cock, and as I looked down, I could see the bulge beginning to
rise in his own shorts. "You haven't gotten off all day, Jeff," he
said. I was acutely aware of that, but I hadn't expected him to care.
He reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, and they fell easily to the
ground. He wore no underwear, and his hardening cock pointed at me. His
eyes returned to mine, then he lifted his hands to my shoulders and
turned me away. He turned me towards the windows, and then he guided me
forward until I was only a few feet away from the sill of the room's
center window.

He stepped in towards me and I felt the front him pressing against my
back. I felt his cock, throbbing now, lining up from the top of my ass
crack and reaching up to the small of my back. He wrapped his hands
around me so that they rested on my pecs. He stroked them softly and
pinched my nipples lightly. He suddenly clamped his fingertips down, and
I gasped and writhed back against him. He let go and I looked down as
his hands glided slowly down my chest and over my abs. He rested them
over my waist, under my navel, and I felt his hair on my ear a
split-second before his lips kissed my shoulder. He kissed slowly, and
then he opened his mouth and bit softly.

I jumped as I felt one hand brush my cock, and then the other wrap
loosely around my balls. Tom's fingers closed on my cock, and he gently
fisted me. "I watched you sucking off Hayden," he whispered. "You
liked it, didn't you?"

"Yeah." His hands felt awesome on me, one sliding my skin up and down
on my cock, which made my sack slip up and down in the other.

"Why did you like it?"

I wanted to concentrate on the way he was touching me. Having a
conversation was getting pretty distracting. "Uh, because I'm a
cocksucker?"

"Yeah, you're a cocksucker, but why did you enjoy sucking off Hayden?
Are you a slut? Will you go down on any guy who lets you drop his shorts
and lick his dick?"

"No!" I protested. Hand job notwithstanding, I started to turn
around. Hell, I'd only been with one guy before this fucked up day.
Through all of high school, I'd been with one guy, and not even that
until my senior year. Of course, I hadn't wanted to come out at home,
and it's not easy to hook up in the closet. Still, I didn't think of
myself as a slut.

The hand cupping my balls moved up to the center of my chest, and he held
me tightly against him to keep me from moving away. "Then why did you
blow him?"

"Because you told me to!"

Tom was quiet and after a few minutes I calmed down and let the hand job
wash over me. He moved his mouth up to nip at my earlobe, and his hand
slowly ran down my chest again. Eventually, it made its way back down
and its fingers stroked along my thighs while he continued to beat me
off. I could feel wetness on the small of my back, and realized it was
his precum. I lifted my head and began to rock my hips as I felt my
orgasm approaching -- I was too self-absorbed to think about how the
motion was rubbing my body against his cock. As Tom's hand again closed
on my nuts, I felt him mouthing my neck, right where it joined my
shoulder. I whimpered as I felt the cum churning in my balls, which were
drawing up tight to my body. Tom curled the forefinger and thumb of that
hand around my sack, holding my balls down. I pressed back hard against
him, and I clearly felt his cock pulsing, trapped between us.

"If I told you not to do anyone else on campus, would you do it?"

In that moment, seconds from shooting my load, wrapped in the warmth of
his chest against my back, his cock along my spine, his fist around my
cock, his fingers around my balls, I gave in. I knew what the answer
was, and I didn't care anymore. "Oh, fuck!" I muttered. "I'd do
whatever the fuck you told me."

With that, Tom closed his fist tightly around my balls, squeezing the cum
up from them as he rapidly pounded my cock. I cried out at the
sensation, so inseparably painful and pleasurable, as my spunk boiled up
and erupted through my slit. At the first spurt, Tom released my nuts,
but continued pistoning my rod as my slick sperm coated his fingers and
lubricated his masturbation of my dick. My knees began to give way, and
he quickly held me up by wrapping his free arm around my waist. As
almost a dozen shots fired from me, my top half folded and I rested my
forearms on the open window in front of us.

When I felt I could produce no more, and as every muscle in my body
spasmed in the aftermath of the unbelievable and unprecedented orgasm,
Tom stopped his hand just below the crown of my cock. He used his thumb,
slippery from my spunk, to rub over and around the sensitive head.
Overstimulated, I jerked my hips back, trying to escape the sensation.
It was precisely then that I realized his cock had slipped down into my
crack when I'd bent at the waist. I cried out both from the pain in my
cock and the pain in my ass as, unprepared, I'd inadvertently impaled
myself on about an inch of his shaft. I tried to move forward, but that
arm that had so benevolently held me up only a minute before now held me
in position.

"Ow, Jesus! Shit! God, Tom, take it out! Let me go!" I yelled.

Tom didn't move, but his grip never relaxed either. "Shhh. Relax,"
he said quietly as he leaned down to kiss the back of my neck. His hand
left my cock, and I felt the warm wetness as he used the cum, my cum,
that covered it to lube the lips of my asshole and the exposed length of
his shaft. Once he'd slathered on a fair coating, he slipped his arm
under my torso and raised the hand to my face. The other arm still held
me by the waist.

"Clean my hand up, Jeff," he said. It wasn't a commanding tone, it
was almost an invitation. My hole still aching from the unexpected
entry, but still partially awash in the afterglow of my orgasm, I lowered
my mouth to his fingers and began licking off my spunk. As he slipped
his fingers gently into my mouth, I felt him begin to press his cock
gently into my ass. I started to gasp, but he felt my muscles tense.
"Just relax. Suck on my fingers, Jeff. Think about the orgasm you had;
savor how it felt as you savor your cum."

I sucked on his fingers frantically as I felt the friction of his cock
sliding the rest of the way inside my ass. The pressure of his cockhead
on my prostate as it passed made my breath catch in my throat and my own
dick, even freshly milked, twitch. He pulled his fingers from my mouth
in time with his withdrawal, as he slid his cock back until just the head
remained inside me. I knew what would come next, so my mouth sought out
his hand and closed around the other two fingers.

He rammed into me with one, long, hard thrust, and I whimpered around his
hand. He held still inside me, and I released his fingers. I began to
swipe my tongue all over his hand. The last vestiges of my cum
disappeared into my mouth, and he pulled his hand back while he began
rotating his hips. His cock corkscrewed into my ass, and I pressed my
forehead into my forearms which braced me against the windowsill. "Oh,
God," I called out. I felt both his hands grip the sides of my hips,
and he began a steady fuck of my ass.

He felt so good. I'd been fucked before, but never with a cock as long
as Tom's. The way it struck my prostate on each thrust, and then kept
going inside my guts, was a new feeling. My cock was hardening again
under me and I reached one hand down to stroke it.

"Hands on the window, Jeff," Tom sternly commanded. I groaned a
complaint, but replaced my forearm on the sill. Tom's strokes quickened
and shortened so that only an inch or two of his length coursed in and
out between my ass lips. His cockhead never seemed to leave my prostate,
either bumping over it, rubbing passed it, or withdrawing. I was
grunting at each thrust now and my cock throbbed at each contact. I
could hear Tom's ragged breathing above me, and suddenly he buried his
cock deep inside me. I felt his fingers crushing against my hipbones as
he yelled incoherently. He began stroking the full length of his cock
through my insides as he came, and when the third of these strokes hit
that spot at the root of my dick, I felt myself erupt again.

I'd never cum so quickly in sequence and the intensity of the second was
as overwhelming as the first. Tom's cock stopped in my ass, buried to
the hilt, and I felt him lower his chest onto my back. I could feel the
sweat on him as his skin touched mine. He rested there, panting, as I
held us both up. As his breathing returned to normal, I felt his lips
return to my shoulder. Wordlessly, he stood, and I felt his rod slide
out from me. I stood stifly, and felt warm wetness on the inside of my
thighs as our cum -- what he'd shot inside me and what he'd used to
lube himself -- dripped out of my tired hole.

He bent over and wiped the cum off his cock with my still damp boxer
shorts. He tossed the shorts to me, and I reached behind myself to wipe
up the cum from my ass. He brushed his bangs, now sopped with sweat,
from his forehead and began to get dressed.

"You can unpack this OK by yourself?" he asked, gesturing to the boxes
still stacked around the room.

"Uh, yeah, sure," I answered.

"OK. Stop by my room around 6 and we'll see what's up for dinner,"
he commented, as though nothing had happened. He moved to the door. As
he opened it, with his hand on the knob, he turned. "Jeff?" I looked
up. "You said that you wouldn't do anyone else if I told you not to,
so one else touches you without my permission. You're mine."

Without waiting for a response, he left the room, and the door shut
quietly behind him.