Date: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 14:53:53 -1000
From: Kyle Weaver <krazytop@gmail.com>
Subject: The Douchebag and the Hole

Disclaimer: Erotica is not a how-to manual.  I find, when you want to know
something, you can often just ask.  ;)

Note:  I wrote this story a while back and found it recently.  I figured I
would post it to get me back in the swing of things, since I am planning on
posting some of my new stuff in the coming year.  I haven't posted for a
while, but I'm glad to be back.  Feel free to message me.

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The Douchebag and the Hole


Part I


"What the hell is that?"

I was staring into space when I saw it.

A hole.

In the wall.

"Um...what do you mean?" Joey asked.  He was my boyfriend.  He was on the
phone with me, in the middle of some story about rust on bridges, and
naturally, he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Joey—I gotta run.  See you in an hour or so?"

"Yeah, see ya soon," he said.

I hung up and studied it closer.

The hole was just large enough for an eye to look through.  A single,
crystal blue eye split the light--so that within it the white specks
rippled up and down.  A voice behind the wall let out a deep laugh and the
eye disappeared.

"Seriously?" I said weakly.

This was not how I had envisioned my freshman year at college.

I shoveled my homework to the side, grabbed my keys, and stood up.  Fifteen
second later I was banging on the door to the room next to mine.

It open slowly, and there he stood, smug, his porcelain teeth and wide
dimples smirking down at me.  I could smell the Listerine mouthwash on his
breath.  His chiseled face smelled like peppermint.  His dark brown hair
was coated in gel and groomed into perfect identical spikes.  His sleek
black tank top was too small and rode up his abdominal muscles in little
waves.  I could smell the Axe deodorant smothering his trimmed pits as he
brought his arms up leisurely and tucked them behind his head.  The curve
of his smooth, prominent biceps distended as he flexed for no apparent
reason.  His slimmed eyebrows caved, his blue eyes widened; the light in
them twinkled mischievously.

I cleared my voice.  "There is a hole in the wall between our dorm rooms,"
I whimpered.

"Nice to meet you too," he said, holding out his hand.  "I'm Duke."

I scowled, then recovered and cleared my face.  "Holden," I whispered.  I
held out my hand and he caught it, crushing my bones slightly as he shook
it.

"Sorry dude," he said.  He turned to the side, licked his thick pale lips,
and stared at his own bicep, flexing it again.  He seemed to suddenly
remember I was there.  "Yeah, man.  I was trying to make a hole in the wall
to hang this oversized naked shot of Paris Hilton, but I think I might have
made the hole too deep."

"You think?" I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Well, it's all good man," he said, smiling.

I didn't know what to say, so I just looked at him, which he seemed to
enjoy.

"I was afraid I might get lonely in a single dorm room," he said casually.
"Now it's like we have a double, but it's twice the size of everyone else's
double.  It's cool."

I snarled.  "Look—Duke—I chose a single specifically so I wouldn't
have to worry about people watching me when I do my homework and get
dressed and shit.  If you want to be more social, you should switch to a
double, not drill holes to the rooms of people that you hope will be your
friends."

He grabbed my shoulder and rubbed it.  "Calm down Holden."  He gripped my
shoulder harder.  "Wow.  I'm holdin'—Holden!"  He laughed.

I blinked.

He smirked.  "Come on, lighten up!  You were going to meet the people that
lived in your hall sooner or later.  You can't just hide in there all
day. Classes haven't even started yet!  How much homework can you even
have!  College is supposed to be--fun."

"College is about studying," I said softly.  "Why did you get a single in
the first place?" I whimpered.

"Well," Duke said, flexing his arms again, "I wanted my own personal man
cave to take bitches, cuz I get laid so often."

"Of course," I said trying not to flinch.  "Fix the hole," I said.  I
turned and left.

Our hall was co-ed, and the cubbies in the bathroom had been filled with
girls' endless supply of hygiene products.  My eyes lingered on one neatly
organized cubby—it contained row upon row of colognes, body washes, and
aftershaves.

I resisted the urge to knock it all over.

There was a bucket on the floor filled with stuff that had been left from
the previous semester.  It had a small label written on it in spray paint.


<Bucket of Old Things>


I smirked, wondering who thought we would want to reuse some old sponges.
That umbrella did look usable though.  It certainly rained enough to make
me think twice about it.

I did my thing, washed up, grabbed the umbrella, and headed out.

--

I took the subway to meet my boyfriend Joey.  He was a couple hours away,
but I needed him.

"He drilled a hole in the wall." I whined.  "He didn't even apologize!  He
is so smug about everything too."

"He sounds like an idiot," Joey said.  He started to rub my shoulders.
That's what Joey liked to do when he wanted head.  It made my mouth water.
I smiled.  I sunk to my knees and kissed Joey's shorts.  He whipped his
shaggy, black hair to the side and moaned.  I sucked on the outline of his
hardening dick.  His belt slipped off.

I pulled his pants down and his dick sprung up.  It filled out gradually
and brushed against my face.  I focused my eyes and licked the glistening
tip.

I reached down into my pants and started to pump.  As his dick slowly slid
past my pouty lips and across my drooping tongue, my hand traced over my
own miniature doppelganger.  I smiled around his shaft.  I loved how his
was a little bigger than mine.  He was more of a man than me—in form and
function.

I sucked.  He moaned and bucked, tracing my hair with his hands.

"Holden," he whimpered.

Precum leaked across my tongue and coiled down my throat.  I suckled his
tangy dickhead and sweet strings spun out.  They slowly coated the inside
of my mouth.  I moaned and swallowed, forcing his masculine essence down.
I gripped the base of my own dick, gasped, then swallowed his dick to the
root.  It flexed and swelled, pressing at my mouth and neck.  I gagged on
it, letting my constricting, cum-coated throat massage his shaking dick to
the edge.

"Damn, Holden," he squealed.

Joey widened his stance, petting my hair, before resting his hands on my
shoulders.  He rubbed them in slow circles.  I mimicked the motion on my
own dick and balls.  Then my tongue danced on his deep-seated dick.

He howled and pulled on my shoulder blades, grinding his balls against my
lower lip.  I felt crotch sweat stick and roll down my chin.  I squeezed my
balls and hummed.

"God, you are so sexy, Holden," he whispered.

I started to thump my sticky fist up and down.  My watering mouth pumped
back and forth on his shivering dick.  I squeezed and swallowed.  I
shivered and hummed.  I rubbed and lapped.  I closed my eyes.

"Holden—you are so—intense today.  So—hot."

I briefly retreated my reddened, beat lips.  "What do you like about it?"

"It's all good," He said.

Something about those words reverberated in my head.  The air tasted fake;
I was short of breath.  In my mind, I imagined Joey's muscles grow, his
smile bend arrogantly, his hands grip my head.

"It's all good," The echo of Joey's voice curled deeper in my mind, into
something else.

"Oh fuck," I whimpered.  My balls lost it.  I jacked my dick quickly,
clamping my eyes shut as I pumped.  I gasped; my eyes shot open; and my
contracting dick released.  Ropes of cum soaked my boxers, my body shook,
and I couldn't stop sucking on Joey.

"Oh Gaawwwd," Joey groaned.  "Oh fucking god," he whispered.

His load flooded my slurping, sucking mouth.  I swallowed all of his hot
cum and I kept swallowing until his dick was empty and had softened between
my lips.

"What was that?" Joey said, laughing slightly.  "You are never this horny."

"I've just been dying to see you," I said, letting my gaze linger on the
waves in his hair.

I spent the night and most of the next day with him, studying (there were
assignments due on the first day of class) with frequent distractions that
involved me complaining about Duke, Joey giving me a shoulder rub, or both.

With classes about to start, I couldn't avoid Duke anymore.  I returned to
my dorm, making good use of that umbrella, and wanting nothing more than to
sleep--but I couldn't help but notice it out of the corner of my eye.

The hole.

In the wall.  He hadn't fixed it.  In fact, if anything, it looked larger
than it had before.  I scowled, groaned, then yelled, "Fix the hole, Duke!"

There was no answer.  Just labored breathing.

I snarled and put my eye up to the hole.

Duke was on the other side.  He was lying faceup—shirtless--in bed with
the beside light on.  Streams of sweat irrigated his rolling abs.  His
tongue hung playfully out of his mouth, pinned between his porcelain teeth.
One flexing arm was tucked behind his head, his pit hair trimmed in an
unnatural planar.  A strand of sweat coiled down the curve of his prominent
bicep.  His other arm flexed as it reached under the blanket covering his
lower body.  It moved back and forth, faster and faster; Duke's trimmed
eyebrows furrowed; his breath grew sharp; his bright blue eyes twinkled;
his lines of sweat widened and broke.

I couldn't stop looking at him.

The angle he pointed his cock at made it impossible for me to guess what it
looked like.

I frowned and turned away.

I woke up the next morning gasping.  My hair was on end; my sides were
drenched in sweat; and I was shivering.  Then I realized it.

I had a wet dream.  I peeled myself out of bed and smothered my face with
my hand.

What was wrong with me?

I frowned at a piece of paper lodged in the hole in the wall.  I snatched
it.


Hey Holden,

You moaned like a bitch in heat last night!  If that keeps happening, it
might make it hard to sleep.  If you could jack off beforehand, I would be
much obliged.

Thanks,

Duke


I crumpled it into a ball, snarled, and tossed it in the bin.

What a fucking idiot.


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