Date: Tue, 22 May 2012 22:51:13 -0400 (EDT)
From: percxyz@aol.com
Subject: Three Buddies - Chapter 5

			       Three Buddies

				 Chapter 5

				    by

			      Percxyz@aol.com

     I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my towel.  After a quick rub
of my hair, I toweled my body dry.  Tom was still in the shower, scrubbing
and rinsing himself of all of Jason's and my sperm that had coated his jock
body.  I walked back into the main room and hung my towel on the hook on
the bathroom door when I heard Tommy shut off the water.  I grabbed a pair
of navy blue boxers from my drawer and pulled them on, then stretched out
on my bed on my back. I realized as I settled onto the mattress that I was
still a bit sore from the intense workout I'd gotten during the rough play
with Tommy and Jason.  My thighs and the muscles in my lower back ached
from the poundings I had given Tommy and I could only imagine how much
worse he must feel.  When he finally emerged from the bathroom, I glanced
at him as he moved stiffly toward his closet. He was obviously aching.  I
smirked a bit as he walked gingerly across the room.

     He was using his towel to dry himself and when done, tossed it onto
the floor using his foot to wipe up the load that he'd shot there earlier
while I'd been fucking him up the ass.  Being naked in front of each other
in the room was commonplace, but he'd never before had to wipe up his own
cum off of the floor while I watched. I found myself looking at him a bit
differently.  I was man enough to admit that Tom was an incredibly good
looking guy.  At times in the past, I had even wondered which of us was the
better looking.  As I'd had girl after girl in my bed, and Tom kept pace, I
decided it didn't really matter.

     Tom had put a lot of time and effort into building his jock body and
the two of us always attracted admiring looks from girls and envious looks
from guys on campus.  I'd always assumed Tom had spent so much time working
out for the benefit of all the girls that he attracted.  Back in high
school, it was well known that he'd had to beat them away with a stick and
I knew he'd been getting all the pussy he wanted since junior high.  Now I
wondered how much of that effort and the hours spent in the gym was for a
different purpose.

     First, it was clear that he had some kind of infatuation with me.  I
couldn't bring myself to call it a crush, but maybe that's what it was.
Maybe it was something more, but I definitely wasn't ready to deal with
that.  Jason clearly thought Tommy felt something for me that he didn't
feel for the blond jock who had helped me break Tom in as a new pussyboy.
He'd told me as much several times.  Jason had said Tommy was "my bitch"
though I wasn't sure how to take that.  As he was leaving, I mentioned I
thought Tom liked his cock as much as mine, but Jason made it clear that he
didn't think that was the case.  Putting it all together, I now understood
that Jason had been telling me that Tommy felt differently about me.
Remembering the way Tom had licked the sweat off my fingers when I'd asked
him about it showed that Jase was right.  It also caused a slight throbbing
in my cock, which I forced myself to ignore.

     So, how much of the time that we'd spent lifting together, spotting
for each other, working out, wrestling and all the rest had been so that he
could be near me, so that he could get his hands on me in a way that
wouldn't cause any suspicion?  For that matter, how much of all that time
I'd spent with him in the locker rooms had he been surreptitiously checking
me out, or the other guys?  From what had happened with Jason, it was clear
that while Tom may have a "thing" for me that I couldn't quite understand,
I wasn't the only guy to whom he was attracted.  I still had trouble
thinking of T as being attracted to guys at all, especially me, his oldest
and best friend, despite all of the recent, and very graphic, evidence.

     Tom grabbed some briefs from a shelf and then he turned toward me.
When he saw me laying on my bed with my hands behind my head, I saw him
pause for a moment, his eyes clearly scanning up and down my nearly naked
body, drinking in all of my glory.  I could see the effect my muscled body
had on him as his cock began to respond.  Despite the fact that I wasn't
interested in his prick, I grinned to myself at the effect I was having on
him even when I was doing nothing but lying on my bed.  His reaction was
more evidence of his attraction to me.  I wondered how he would've reacted
if I hadn't donned the boxers and left my cock and balls on full display.
As his dick got harder and Tommy just stood there staring at me, the full
weight of the reality of all of what we had just done slammed home for me.
I looked directly into his eyes.

     "Dude," I said.  "I just fucked you in the mouth and you swallowed my
goddamn cum!  Then I put you on your back, busted your cherry and fucked
you like a bitch while another dude watched!  Jesus!  Now you're standing
there getting hard just from looking at me lying here in my underwear.  Not
to forget you licking up my sweat when Jason was in the shower."  I paused,
still looking into his eyes.  "I know everything that we did and that you
clearly liked it.  But I'm trying to figure out what this means, T.  I know
that guys who are gay, or bi, or whatever, get off on other dudes' bodies
and dicks and stuff, but my sweat?"  Tom seemed to come to himself and
blushed, but his cock rose to full mast.  "You gotta explain what's going
on, man," I continued, "cause I don't get it.  I know you've fucked plenty
of women.  Hell, I've been in this bed screwing one while you've been right
over there screwing your own!" I nodded toward his bed.  He looked at it,
then dropped his eyes to the floor.

     "I've fucked Sam off and on for a while now," I said, "and I've even
let a couple guys back in high school blow me," Tom looked up at me when I
told him this, surprise on his face.  "Yeah, guys you know, but none of
them have ever acted like you did.  I'm trying to wrap my head around this
so I can figure out what we do to go on from here so that we can stay
buddies. But you gotta explain what's going on in your head, T."

     "I know, Nick. I know you think it's fucked up, that I'm fucked up,
but I can't help how I feel about you or stop my reaction to seeing you on
your bed in just your boxers.  You..." he trailed off, and dropped his eyes
from mine, looking back down at the floor.  "You've got the best body I've
ever seen, man. You've got some incredible good looks, Nick, with your jet
black hair, those sexy brown eyes and that sexy dark skin tone.  You were
the first guy in our class to get some hair on your chest and fuck, I don't
know!  You've always been a... a... "  Tommy looked back up at me.  "You've
always been a stud, Nick, and not just 'cause you fuck any chick that you
decide you want.  I tried to keep up, working out with you, building up my
body and playing the sports you like, but I always was in your shadow."

     This surprised me.  I'd always thought of us as pretty much equals.  I
might be better in some of the sports we played, but Tommy had his
strengths in other areas.  As I thought about it, though, I realized I was
looking at it from a straight guy's point of view.  Tommy had been looking
at things from a different perspective.

     "Maybe I'm prejudiced," he continued, "but I've always thought that
you are..." he paused again and I could actually see him mustering up his
courage to continue.  "You are the sexiest guy I've ever seen."  I could
tell he was embarrassed at admitting this, but he pushed on with his
confession.  "I've been pitching tents just from looking at you for years,
dude.  I can't help it.  We've been friends since preschool, but once we
started getting interested in girls, I knew I was at least kinda turned on
by guys, too, though I never admitted it, even to myself. With you...fuck!
I may be more turned on by you than by girls.  Over time, there have been
some other guys that have gotten my attention, for one reason or another.
Mainly if they had a really good build or a sexy face or something.  But
you've always been the one I compared them to."  He looked back down at the
floor.

     "I guess I just rationalized things, Nick. Told myself I was just
envious of those guys.  But with you ... I don't know if it was just always
having you so close but still out of reach, us being friends, me seeing you
naked all the time in lockers and stuff, or what.  But, dude, everything
about you turns me on."  Tommy said that last in a rush of words and with a
tone of relief in his voice.  "I've wanted to tell you that for years, but
I always hid it from you."  Blushing more, Tom looked up at me and waited
for me to respond.  I looked over at him, still a bit freaked out that he
was standing there in front of me with a hard on that he'd gotten because I
was on my bed wearing only a pair of boxers.  But that gave my ego a boost
that I realized I liked.

     "So those times back in high school," I said slowly, "when we were in
your basement and you had that porn and we jerked off, you were really
watching me?  The times that I've seen you get hard here in the room?  It's
not just morning wood?  It's because you've been perving on my body?"  I
asked.  I was amused and a bit surprised, though after what had just
happened, I guess I shouldn't have been.

     "Yeah, man.  A lot of the time. I mean every guy gets morning wood, so
that was always a good excuse for me to use, but I guess I woulda been hard
no matter what when I'd wake up and see you sporting a bone," he said
sheepishly.  Tommy turned and rummaged around in his closet for a t-shirt
before pausing a second and taking a sniff of the air.

     "It smells like sex in here," he said.

     "No, it smells like your cum in here, man," I replied.  "Most all of
mine and Jason's went down your throat or up your tight little twat." I
thought he had been blushing before, but now Tommy turned beet red.  I
chuckled as he realized the truth of that statement.  "It's really not
gonna get any better until you get your sheets in the wash.  They're soaked
with your jizz, dude," I replied.  "That towel on the floor, too."  Tommy
turned to look back at it, turning away from me as he did so.  I saw his
tight ass come into view, and despite remembering how tight it felt when
I'd rammed my dick into him, the sight of his ass really didn't do anything
for me.

     Seeing T while he was in his all-out slut mode -- mouth full of cock
and taking it up the ass was one thing.  Hell, I'm a man and I like to
fuck!  But just seeing him standing there naked in front of me, like I had
a thousand times before, didn't provoke a reaction in me like Tommy got
from seeing me.  I realized I wasn't sure what kind of reaction I should
have.  I didn't get a hard on when I saw Sam on campus or in the hall, but
I did when I was putting him on his knees or forcing him to spread his
legs.  Admittedly, it didn't take a lot of "force" to get Sam into those
positions, but I was clearly asserting my dominance over him when I did so.
That definitely got me hard.

     My domination of Tommy had most definitely been a large part of the
sexual stimulation I'd felt when fucking his mouth and a major impetus to
fuck him up his virgin ass.  Putting another guy into the most vulnerable
position imaginable - on his back with his legs spread and his hole exposed
for use - and then using him however I wanted for my own pleasure had been
a huge turn on.  It had also been an incredible rush to be the man who took
Tom's virginity, something I would always own and he could never get
back. I knew I'd remember doing it for the rest of my life and knew he
would too, though I couldn't really imagine it from his perspective.  The
one thing we were always taught was that as men you were never supposed to
allow another guy's dick inside you. That a big, tall, muscular guy like
Tom would allow himself to be subjugated was something I didn't understand.

     It was strange to think about it actually happening and how Tom had
obviously enjoyed it.  His submission to me and Jason sexually was the
antithesis of everything I'd been taught it meant to be a man.  We were
taught to despise any guy who would allow it to happen.  I didn't have that
problem.  Live and let live was my motto and hell, I'd enjoyed the blow
jobs I'd gotten on occasion from other dudes.  Sam had been the only guy I
had ever fucked, up until Tom.  So I hadn't lied to Tom when I'd told him I
didn't hate him, even though a large part of society said I should, but
that didn't mean I really knew how I felt.  All I could say for sure was
that I didn't have a new, overwhelming desire to see him naked all the time
and I certainly wasn't getting hard from looking at him, like he was from
looking at me.

     Tommy pulled on some underwear, jeans and socks, then a black t-shirt
that fit like a second skin.  He then started pulling the sheets off his
bed.  When he had it stripped, he grabbed the towel he'd used to wipe up
his load and balled up the whole mess.  He set it by the door, grabbed a
pair of shoes and sat down on the same chair that Jason had used to put
them on. I tossed him the t-shirt I'd been wearing when I'd first started
fucking his mouth.  He caught it out of the air and instead of tossing it
immediately on top of the other laundry, I watched in shock as he pulled it
to his face and inhaled deeply.  I knew I'd worked up a sweat in that shirt
before pulling it off, but T inhaled like it was soaked in perfume.

     "What the fuck, dude?" I asked.  Tommy looked at me, his face going
red and giving me an embarrassed grin.

     "Well, man, I like your scent.  It smells better than the rest of the
room right now anyway."  Seeing my look of confusion and even a little bit
of disgust, Tommy stepped over to the window and opened it wide.  As cold,
crisp and blessedly fresh air flowed into the room, T gathered up the
laundry and grabbed the detergent.  He looked at me.  "Back in a few."

     "Okay," I replied as he stepped into the hall and the door closed
behind him.

     After the door was firmly shut, I closed my eyes and stayed on my bed,
thinking about everything that had happened.  What surprised me was that
despite all of the sex in the past hour or so, my thoughts kept going back
to the way Tom had pulled my hand to his mouth and licked up my sweat when
Jase had been in the shower. And now he'd held my sweaty t-shirt to his
face and inhaled.  The cold air from outside swirled around me, fresh and
clean.  It felt good as it caressed my body, wafting down my chest and arms
and making my skin react with goosebumps.  It was almost too cold, but Tom
had been right the room had reeked.  The fresh air was clearing it out
quickly.  As the air cleared, my thoughts again went back to what had
happened. What was I gonna do about T?

     I wasn't sure.  I was still kinda angry with him, but I wasn't exactly
sure why. It was that very anger that had fueled a lot of my participation
in what had just happened, at least initially.  I been caught off guard
when Jason had called him out for staring at my crotch.  When it became
clear that Tom had really been checking out my hard dick and then opened
his mouth for Jason's, I'd been pissed that my best friend had been hiding
from me that he was gay.  Later I'd been even more pissed that he had been
hiding how much he was obviously hot for my body.  I had let that anger
push me into doing things to him that I knew I wouldn't have otherwise ever
even considered.  I'd used his mouth and ass along with Jason, knowing that
the way I'd drilled my dick into him had hurt, but telling myself I didn't
care, that he deserved it.

     By the time Jason had finally hit the shower, the sexual tension and,
along with it the anger, had greatly receded. I'd probably have been upset
with myself over how I'd treated my best friend if not for the way T had
pulled my hand and licked my fingers clean of the sweat I'd wiped from my
forehead.  That had certainly shocked me, but it also showed me that
despite everything I'd done to him, T wanted more of me.  Sniffing my
sweaty shirt just gave me more proof.  Tommy was into me in a big way and I
had to try to figure out if I could deal with that.  Fuck, we were
roommates and had been best friends for more than a decade.  It was hard to
imagine getting through the shit that life threw at me without him there to
listen to problems and lend support.  I'd always been there for him, too,
when some problem arose and he needed a hand.

     I had to decide if this was a problem for me, a problem for him, or
for both of us.  As I thought about it I realized I couldn't imagine ever
sucking another guy's dick or taking it up the ass, but knew that sometimes
it was beyond a guy's control.  Some dudes got raped, got punked in prison
and couldn't stop it.  Watching T take dick in the mouth, ass and then lap
up my sweat, though, had been something completely unexpected.  No one had
forced him to do it.  Jason had been in the shower for the last part.  He
would never know unless I told him. Tommy had done it to show me that while
Jason had forced his hand and pretty much made him our pussyboy by calling
him out, T had lapped up my sweat because he fucking *wanted* to do it.
He'd wanted to taste me and, I realized, show me that he got off on my body
and everything about me. Not just what was produced in my balls, but
everything.  I tried to wrap my head around this, but couldn't.  I could
more easily understand being raped in prison than willingly licking up
another dude's sweat.  I wasn't sure what I thought about all of that, but
I realized that this would only be a problem for Tom, for me, or for both
of us if I made it one.

     I still felt kind of betrayed.  He'd hidden this from me for how long?
Did he think I wouldn't be friends with him if I knew he was gay or if I
knew that he thought I was sexy?  I remembered again how he'd willingly
swallowed my cum, taken my dick up his ass, tasted my sweat and sniffed my
shirt and despite those clear signals, I was even more confused.  I
remembered how Tom had told me that he knew I hated him.  I realized him
saying that had hurt me more than anything.  That was why I felt betrayed.
Tommy was sure that I'd hate him if I found out he was gay or bi or
whatever and that he wanted me.  He thought I'd hate him if I knew who he
really was and what he liked and that was painful for me to think.

     I could let that go because lots of people would hate him for that.  I
wasn't sure where that left me.  Sure, he wanted me, but what did he think
was gonna happen?  He couldn't be dreaming that we'd be living in some
house somewhere with a white picket fence.  Fuck!  I didn't know what he
wanted or expected.

     I wasn't gay, despite getting blown by a few guys, what I'd done with
Sam and now with Tom.  I didn't mind using a convenient hole to get off and
it didn't really matter if it was a guy's or some chick's.  What mattered
was that I was horny and they were willing.  I'd never given much thought
to the couple of guys who'd blown me after I'd shot my load.  The first
time it had just been for the sheer physical pleasure of it.  The few times
after that it had been both for the pleasure of shooting my load and the
power of putting some other dude on his knees and making him swallow it.  I
didn't have any desire to even see the guys naked, much less do anything in
return.  Once I was done with them, I didn't have to see them again unless
I was horny and wanted to dump a load in their mouths.

     That wasn't the case with Tom and could never be.  I wasn't gonna be
able to ignore him until I was horny again.  I was mulling all of this over
when Tom came back through the door.  He shut it and locked it behind him
and turned on some music before pulling his extra set of sheets out of the
closet.  He didn't say anything to me, just kicked off his shoes and moved
to his bed.

     As he started to unfold the fitted sheet, I got up to help him,
grabbing the other end.  It wasn't anything out of the ordinary.  We'd both
helped each other make our beds hundreds of times.  It was just easier as a
two man job.  Tommy didn't seem surprised when I moved to assist, which was
good.  I'd have done it on most any other day, unless I was sick or hung
over or something, so his reaction was normal.  I did notice, though, as we
spread out and tucked in the top sheets that he was sneaking glances at me.
I remembered suddenly that I was still wearing only my boxers.  That would
never have mattered before and I hadn't thought about it at all.  I
realized that I wasn't bothered by this.  Hell, I had spent countless hours
crafting the body I had and was proud of the way I looked.  I wondered how
many times before this Tom had been sneaking looks and secretly getting off
on my body.  I decided simply to ask.

     "So, how long have you really been into me?  I see you scoping out my
body here.  You said it's been since you first got interested in sex.  Is
that true?  Have you been checking me out for years?" I asked, my voice
sharper than I intended.  I saw his face tighten with worry and even fear.
"You can tell me, T," I said softly, using the nickname that only I was
permitted to use.  "I'm not mad, just curious.  I tried to sound friendly
because I suddenly realized it had hurt to see him with fear in his eyes.
I didn't want my best friend afraid of me.

     Tom took a deep breath and let it out, then said, "I guess almost
forever, Nick. I mean I realized that I kinda found some guys were, I don't
know, kinda hot at the same time as we started noticing girls.  I never
acted on it, but I mean ... we've been friends forever, it seems, so I was
always aware of you.  How good looking you are.  And ... and as you
developed and worked out, I was always there to help.  That was to help you
'cause I really did wanna help.  I wanted you to get bigger and stronger
and better at all the sports you played, but I ... I also wanted spend time
with you.  So while I was helping you, I was also doing it for me, cause it
kept me near you and let me admire you up close without you noticing."  He
must have thought he was rambling because he suddenly closed his mouth and
looked down at the floor.

     I took a few minutes to process what he'd said. I remembered all the
times we'd showered in the locker room together, changing clothes, even
skinny dipping a few times back home.  It hadn't meant anything special to
me, but I realized that it had been a big deal for Tom.  I also realized
that he most likely manipulated me some to get me into a few of those
situations, especially all the times he'd felt up my biceps and other
muscles "to compare our development." I wasn't angry, but I was still
puzzled.

     "Okay, so you've known you were interested in guys since we were
about, oh, twelve.  That's about the first time I remember us talking about
girls.  You were checking me out then?"

     "Like I said, I think its been pretty much forever.  I knew that...I
was attracted to guys, but I didn't want to admit it, not even to myself.
I knew that I always wanted to be around you.  I've always liked being with
you and not cause I was hot for you.  We were friends, man.  Best friends.
I'd have done anything for you.  Still would.  I...I hope you still feel
the same.  It's just that when I started getting interested in sex, I was
turned on by hot girls, and like I said, I thought some guys were hot.  But
the girls came and went and I didn't allow myself to think about any of the
guys, but you were always there.  I probably thought about you as much or
more than any of the girls I was dating."

     "Dating and fucking, as I remember it," I clarified.

     "Dating and fucking," he confirmed.

     "So those double dates ... the times in the car with the girls ..." I
began, but he cut me off.

     "Those were the fucking best for me, dude!  I mean, there I was
getting laid and you were just a few feet, hell sometimes just a few inches
away, doing the same thing.  I could fuck the girls and enjoy them and have
your hot body right there, too.  I could listen to you while you fucked
your girl, hear you moan, even smell your sweat.  I know you never noticed,
but I always shot my load when I'd hear you cum.  I set up a lot of those
dates, remember?"

     "Pretty much all of them, I think," I told him wryly.  "I always kinda
wondered what it was with you and cars, but never gave it all that much
thought.  I certainly never realized it was so that you could watch and
listen to me fucking a chick.  Hell, I guess you were even smelling me as I
pounded whichever girl I was dating at the time."  I looked over at him. "I
gotta tell you, T, that's a little bit warped in the head, but like I said,
I'm not mad at ya.  What did you get off on more?  The girls you were
fucking or me?"

     "At first, the girls.  I mean, you know how good it feels to get your
cock into a tight hole!  But as I got more of them and you remained always
so close but just out of reach, I guess it became more about you.  I never
thought I would ever do anything with you, though.  Not in a million
years."

     "So is that why you never told me?  I mean, come on, I'm straight, but
I'm not homophobic.  I also don't go around tormenting or beating up gay
people.  Why didn't you ever tell me anything?  I've told you all kinds of
things about me.  Things no one else knows and that I wouldn't want anyone
else to know.  Didn't you trust me?  Hell, we've both watched as Sam sucked
the other one of us off, not to mention watching him blow Jason, a dozen or
more times now.  You had to know if I was letting him blow me, I wasn't
gonna be mad to find another guy who wanted to suck me off."

     "I couldn't take the risk.  You've been my best friend for years,
Nick.  Sure, Sam's been blowing us and I can't tell you how jealous I was
watching him get your dick in his mouth and swallow your cum or how
terrified."

     "Terrified?  What the fuck do you mean by that?"  I was totally lost
now.

     "I'd spent years denying I was attracted in any way to guys, Nick.
Sure, I'd enjoyed being near you, double dating and being close when you'd
fuck your girl, but that was it.  I told myself that I just admired you,
was jealous of how much better looking you are, how much better built you
are.  So to think about actually taking the next step?  To actually act on
any of it?  It meant I'd have to admit to myself it was more than just
admiring you.  It meant possibly ruining my life.  I mean, come on, Nick!
I've spent as much time as you working on my body, being a jock and
building my rep as a stud and ladies man.  If I sucked another dude's dick
..."  As he trailed off, I could follow his thought.  I'd be terrified,
too, if for some impossible reason I had to suck cock.

     "But it's more than that. I was also terrified because we've been so
close for so long and ...and ..."  Tom trailed off.

     "And what?" I prompted.

     "I was way too into you Nick, not other guys so much, even ones that
caught my eye - YOU!  I was afraid if I did or said anything, that'd be the
end of our friendship.  You wouldn't want to have anything to do with me
after that.  You'd hate me.  Or even if you didn't hate me, I'd be nothing
but some fag who you'd let blow you every once in awhile, but would never
hang out with, be buddies with.  And if other people found out?  I couldn't
take the risk."

     I saw sadness on his face and in his eyes again and realized how much
that must have cost him to admit.  I had still been a little angry at what
I saw was his lack of faith in me, but I now realized it more about how
other people would see him if they knew that what I might have thought.
Understanding that softened my position until at least the anger was gone
completely.  Tom was staring at the floor again, his head hanging.

     "Look at me, T," I said.  He slowly lifted his head until his eyes met
mine.  "I'll be honest.  I don't know how I would have reacted. Certainly
not before we were both getting blown by Sam.  But you never gave me the
chance.  I was pissed about that a minute ago, but now I guess I'm just
disappointed.  When my dad died, I turned to you.  Any time I had something
I couldn't talk about with anyone, you were the person I came to for help
or just to talk.  I guess I just wish you had felt the same way about me."
I could see a pained look cross his face, but pressed on.

     "I can understand, though, your being worried about other people
finding out and what that would do to your life.  But that's still
something I don't understand.  If you had told me that you were into guys
as well as girls, I'd probably have wondered if you thought I was hot and
might have even asked.  Who knows where that conversation would have led?
I gotta think it would've been better than seeing you getting on your knees
and going down on Jason!  I mean, that was exactly what you were afraid of
- other people finding out!"

     Tom blushed when I said that, his face going crimson with
embarrassment.  "I really do wish it had been you first, Nick," he told me.
"In fact, I wish it had only been you.  I'd been checking you out for so
long without you ever noticing that I forgot to hide it from him.  When he
called me out I just panicked and didn't know what to do ... then he just
took charge.  Before I knew it, he had my hand wrapped around his cock.  I
might still have stopped him, but then you walked over and joined in.  I'd
been denying to myself that I wanted you for so long that when you stepped
up and opened your fly, my defenses crumbled.  I was willing to do whatever
it took to get you at that point, even suck off Jason if it let me get a
chance at your cock."

     "Well," I said, sitting down on his bed and grabbing his pillow to
prop behind my bare back against the wall, "you got me.  No doubt about
that.  Jesus, dude, you got us both!  You fucking swallowed our loads, man!
You didn't even try to spit it out.  The first time I got sucked by a dude,
he spit out my load.  I never let that happen again, but you didn't even
try.  I was worried that Jason had something on you, was blackmailing you
or something.  All through that first blow job I thought he was somehow
forcing you."  I gave him my best grin.  "When I told you I was gonna pop
your cherry and you didn't resist I began to suspect there wasn't anything
more to it except you wanting what was happening.  Then you confirmed it
when he went into the shower and you grabbed my hand and licked the sweat
off.  I knew then that you were doing it on your own.  But that still kinda
freaks me out, T.  I mean .... my sweat?"

     "I ..." he paused for so long I wasn't sure he was going to continue.
Finally he started again.  "I love anything and everything about you Nick,"
he said in a rush.  "Your cum, your sweat, your cock, your balls, your sexy
smooth skin, everything.  I've dreamed about it all for years.  Even though
I've been fucking chicks for as long as you have, most every time I'd shoot
my load, I was imagining you.  Those double dates in the car were the best
'cause all I had to do was glance over to see your incredible body.  After
I'd cum though, I'd feel guilty as hell and tell myself it was just that I
admired you, wanted to be like you."

     Jesus!  Love?  I didn't want any part of that, so I ignored it and
focused on the more practical matters.  I had a guy who just told me he
gets off on my body and everything about me.  Why not enjoy that?  Even if
the dude was my best friend, it didn't matter, right?  I mean we'd both be
getting what we wanted.  Plus, I was getting horny again.  I tried to think
of the lowest thing one guy could do to another and my mind flashed to
something I hadn't been able to get any of my dates to do for me but which
I'd already seen Tommy do to Jase and which had Sam had done to both Jason
and me.  I looked up at T.

     "So if I were to pull off these shorts and tell you to rim me..."  I
trailed off as I saw the gleam of excitement in his eyes and knew without
even asking.  He'd do it.  No doubt.  I decided why the hell not.  As he
watched, I pulled down the waistband of my boxers then kicked them off.
Thinking about T rimming me had my dick nearly fully hard and I saw Tom
lick his lips as it came into view.  The thought shot through my mind again
- "Fuck, what a bitch!  He's ready to lick my fucking asshole!! How could I
have missed it?" before I focused on what was happening.  I slid down the
wall until my ass was at the edge of the bed and pulled my knees up to my
chest.

     I heard a low moan come from Tom as he dropped onto his knees on the
floor.  Before I had time to say anything, he had leaned forward and I felt
his tongue lap at my hole.  I felt a shudder of pleasure run through me as
Tom took big licks up and down my crack.  Fuck this felt good.  I had a
thought suddenly come into my mind.  With the feelings Tom's tongue was
generating that was a surprise, but I wanted an answer.

     "When Jason made you lick his hole, did you want to do it?"  My head
was on the pillow that had been behind my back and I looked down my body,
past my hard cock that was already leaking onto my flat abs and saw Tommy
raise his eyes to meet mine.

     "Honestly?"  He asked.  I nodded.

     "Not really."

     "Then why did you do it?" I asked, puzzled.

     "Because I hoped that if you saw me do it, I'd get the chance to do it
to you."

     "That's pretty fucked up, T, but since you wanna lick my hole, go for
it!"  He started working my hole again and a moan worked its way out of
deep inside his chest.  As T stiffened his tongue and began to jab at my
hole, I let out a loud moan of my own.  Fuck this felt great!  I'd wanted
to get a chick to do it to me, but had enough trouble getting blow jobs
from them to try and push further.  When Sam had rimmed me, it had felt
good, but getting a big jock stud like Tom on his knees and pushing his
taster up inside me was so much better.

     I was plenty happy with my newfound power over my boy.  I knew from
what he'd told me that he'd been lusting after me for years and I knew I
could use that fact to get whatever I wanted.  Tommy paused for a second
and looked at me again.  "I know you think I was doing a good job rimming
Jason, like the way I was just rimming you.  But here's what I think a good
rimming should feel like.  If it wasn't you, Nick, I don't think I could do
this."  I only had a second to wonder what he meant.  His tongue lapped
along my hole again, then suddenly he firmed up his tongue and began to
force it up inside of me!  Not little jabs this time, but actually getting
up inside me!  I heard a series of cursing and moaning and realized it was
coming from me.  Tommy stopped again for a second and I immediately looked
back down at him to see his eyes lock on mine.

     "Relax, Nick," he said. "Just try to relax.  It'll feel a thousand
times better if you can just relax your hole enough to let me in. You're
clamped down so tight right now, I can't really do it."  I took a deep
breath and forced my virgin hole, never before penetrated by anything, not
even a doctor's finger, to relax.  As I did so, I felt T's stiff tongue
work its way past the outer edge and up inside to me.

     "Oh holy fuck!" I yelled, not caring if it carried over the music that
Tommy had started playing.  "Don't fucking stop, T.  That feels so fucking
good.  Goddamn!  You've actually got your fucking tongue up inside me.  Oh
fuck yeah, bitch.  We just discovered something else you're gonna be doing
a whole lot of!  Oh god yeah, drive it in!"  I was lost in the ecstasy of
T's incredible tongue and wallowed in the pure pleasure for several
minutes.  As I enjoyed the feelings that putting this big jock and ladies
man on his knees and making him lick up inside my hole generated in my
body, I also enjoyed the sense of power and dominance it generated in my
head.  I reached down and put my hand on the back of his head, pushing his
face deeper into my crack.

     Tom was one of the top dogs at our old school.  He was basically
thought of as a jock here, too.  No one would have ever pegged him for the
cocksucking, asslicking slut that was now using his tongue to fuck me.
Thinking of what I had done to his hole just a while earlier compared to
what he was doing to mine now, clearly showed the difference that now
existed between us.  I'd rammed his ass full of my cock and fucked his
brains out, while he was shoving his taster into mine and generating pure
pleasure throughout my body.

     I pulled my legs more tightly to my chest, giving T better access and
I felt him pushing his face harder against my butt.  His tongue was lapping
at my hole again, causing tremors of pleasure to radiate through my body.
My cock was so hard it hurt and was leaking copiously onto my abs.  While
this felt incredible, I could not understand how taking a dick could
possibly feel good, though I'd seen both Sam and now Tommy get off on being
fucked.  I couldn't imagine allowing another man to fuck me with his cock.
I remembered the obvious pain Tom had been in during the hard fuckings he'd
taken, especially when I took his virginity.  I knew that if he hadn't
developed a pretty good tolerance to punishment on the football field, he'd
never have been able to hold in the yell of pain when I popped his cherry.

     Thinking of that, I felt a bit bad about how I had opened him up.  I
could have been a lot nicer and gentler about it, loosening him up some
like I would a girl.  I'd been angry at him though and shit, there is no
way, despite his love of dick that Tommy is a girl!  I'd been confused
about his reactions and how after getting through the pain of my initial
penetration, it had become clear that Tom had enjoyed me fucking him.  I
also knew, despite the pleasure I was getting from his tongue, that I would
never enjoy getting another dude's dick rammed into me.  Just the thought
of allowing another man to shove his dick in me, submitting to any dude in
that way was almost enough to make me go soft despite the feelings being
generated by Tommy's tongue.

     I just couldn't comprehend how any man would ever willingly submit to
any of this mentally.  I mean what guy would allow two of his jock buddies
to put him on his knees and make him swallow their cum, much less put him
on his back and make him spread his legs to fuck him up the ass?  How could
a man let another dude use him like pussy and cum up inside him?  Shit, any
guy who did that would forever be nothing more than the other dude's bitch!
What kind of guy would use his tongue not only to lick another dude's ass
but actually shove it up inside?  I couldn't deny that it felt incredibly
good, but I couldn't imagine being the one doing it!  It was obvious that
Tom not only was doing it, but because he was doing it to me, he was
enjoying it.  He'd told me point blank that what he'd done to Jason in no
way compared to how he was treating me, but I couldn't get my head around
what would cause him to *want* to do it.

     Also, despite his professed "love" for me, he'd had no problem sucking
off Jason or getting fucked up the ass by him.  So despite it all, I still
really didn't know what to think.  I had watched Tommy and seen how much
he'd enjoyed it when Jason had fucked him.  Maybe he was telling the truth
and he preferred me shoving my dick into him, but there was no denying he'd
gotten off on being used by Jason, a guy we'd only known since getting to
school.

     My cock was now throbbing and demanding attention, so I got a grip of
T's hair.  I pulled his mouth up to my balls and as he sucked first one,
then the other into his mouth, I let my legs drop so that my feet were on
the floor and T was kneeling between my legs.  Despite all my reservations,
I liked the way T looked on his knees with his mouth full of my balls.  His
eyes were locked onto mine and seeing him kneeling there, worshiping my
manhood with his mouth.  I let him work on my nuts for a minute or two,
then using my grip on his hair to pull his head up further, I grabbed the
base of my cock with my left hand.

     "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue," I told him and watched as
he obeyed without protest or comment.  His face was flushed from his
exertion and his lips were covered with his shiny spit.

     As soon as his tongue was extended, I began smacking it and his
cheeks, forehead, chin and eyes with my dick.  Tom just closed his eyes and
knelt there taking it like the fucking pussyboy he now was.  When I told
him to look at me, he opened his eyes and directed his gaze towards mine.
I grinned when I our eyes locked as I dick-slapped him, coating areas of
his face with my precum.  T kept his mouth open and his tongue out, licking
at the head of my cock, trying to lap up my lube whenever he could get it.
I looked at Tommy's face, the subject of so many fantasies of girls I knew
and watched as it slowly got covered with more and more of my juices.
Fuck!  It looked bizarre, but I loved doing it to him.  I wondered what
those chicks would think if they could see him now.

     After a few more seconds, while our gazes were still locked, I put the
head of my dick on T's tongue and held it there.  He tried to tilt his head
and take me in his mouth, but I had another job for him first.  Aiming my
cock along the side of his cheek, I pulled his head forward, pushing his
face down to my abs and the mess my leaking cock had made there in the
trail of hair beneath my navel and the smooth skin on either side.  T let
out a slutty moan as he began to lick me clean.  While I still couldn't
believe any dude would want to lick up the dick lube off another guy's
body, I got a rush out of pushing T's head down and making him do it.  I
also realized I liked the way his tongue felt on my body and remembered the
way it had felt when his mouth had been on my nipples I the shower. I
decided that at some point we'd have to explore that some more.

     When he was finished and he'd swallowed all the lube I'd produced
while he'd been rimming me, I again used my grip on his hair to pull his
head back up and aimed my cock into his mouth.  This time, I tilted his
head downward and pushed up with my hips, sliding my cock deep into his
mouth.  I held his head in place with a hand on each side of it and fucked
up into his mouth, working my cock deeper and deeper until finally after
nearly five minutes of this, my back and legs were protesting so much, I
had to stop.  I settled back down on Tom's bed and started to push his head
down the length of my cock.  I watched as I disappeared into my buddy's
mouth and let out a hiss of pleasure as the head of my dick scraped past
the entrance to his throat, stretching his gullet around my meat.

     After trying to force his head all the way down so his lips and nose
were in my pubes and not getting them there, I realized that the angle was
bad.  I could force my cock in more deeply, but it wouldn't really be
comfortable for either of us. I slowly pulled T's head off my cock and he
looked up at me expectantly.

     "This isn't working well.  I could force my dick down your throat, but
at this angle you'd probably end up so sore you wouldn't be able to talk
for a week and I don't think I could avoid your teeth.  We're gonna try
something else." I told him.

     "Umm, sure, Nick.  Whatever you want, you can do, but please, one
thing?"  he begged, with a puppy-dog look on his face. I nodded for him to
continue.  "Will you please hold off on fucking me again today?  I am so
sore from what you were doing earlier!  Jason was right.  The way you were
pulling all the way out and then ramming your cock back into me balls deep,
again and again, was nearly killing me.  It was like you were taking my
cherry again each time you did it.  Please just let me suck you more
tonight.  Or I'll rim you some more, or suck your balls.  Anything that you
want.  Fuck dude, I'll kiss your fucking feet!  Just please give my hole a
break."  He was begging me with his eyes too.

     Fuck!  Tom was actually begging me to fucking cum in his mouth all
night to give his pussy a rest!  I'd never have believed it if you'd told
me that morning it was gonna happen.  I resisted the urge just to fuck the
bitch and not worry about it, but seeing the pleading look on Tom's face
changed my mind.  T had been my buddy for years and I didn't really want to
hurt him if I didn't have to.  I remembered Jason telling me that T was a
bitch and he had to learn to take my dick however I wanted to give it to
him, but I also remembered Jason calling Tommy "my bitch" and that had some
added meaning for me now.  I decided to agree.

     "Well, okay," I said.  "Since you didn't try to tell me what to do,
but instead asked so nicely, I'll let ya use your mouth on me.  You've been
doing such a good job, we'll see what other interesting things you can do
with it.  You can suck another couple of loads outta my balls and I won't
fuck you until either you're ready for it again or a week passes, whichever
is first.  If you want me to fuck you before the end of the week, you'll
have to come and ask me to do it and you'll have to be very specific.  If
you want my dick up inside your pussy you're gonna have to say so in as
many words.  Got it?"

     I could see relief on Tom's face but humiliation as he realized that
if he wanted me to fuck him in the next few days, he would actually have to
come to me and ask me to put my dick back in his new pussy.  I didn't see
why he should feel humiliated at having to ask.  I mean, sure, I would be
humiliated, but I would never ask a dude to fuck me.  I was giving T the
reprieve he wanted, but to get my dick back up inside his pussy before a
week was out, he was gonna have to come and beg me out loud to fuck him.  I
was interested to see if he could wait out the week before I'd take his ass
again or if he'd be the slut I expected him to be and come begging for my
cock.  The thought of him doing that got me hot and I remembered what Tommy
had offered.  Instead of pushing Tom into position so I could fuck his
throat, I released his hair, put my hands behind my head and just sat back
and looked at him for a moment.

     "So do it," I told him.  I knew he wouldn't get what I wanted right
away and wanted to see the reaction on his face when he finally understood
my meaning, so had been intentionally vague.  He looked at me with
confusion clearly on his face.

     "Do what, Nick?" he asked.

     "What you just offered.  What I know you want.  Go ahead.  I can't
imagine how it's gonna feel, but I wanna see you do it."  Tom was still not
following so I gave him some clues.  "You offered to do anything I wanted
and made some specific suggestions.  I already know what it feels like when
you rim me and when you suck my balls, so what does that leave?"

     I thought that when he caught on, Tom would be embarrassed and
reluctant, but instead, when he realized he'd offered to kiss my feet, he
looked down and let out a moan as he immediately lowered his face down to
where they rested on the floor and began to do it.  I leaned forward to
watch him, amazed that my buddy, the studly jock, was on his hands and
knees kissing my feet!  Honestly, other than the rush of power that I got
seeing another dude kissing my feet, there wasn't much in the way of
physical pleasure.  I raised the toes of my right foot as T kissed the top
of it and without even telling him, I felt first his lips on them, then his
tongue.  I let Tom go to town on my feet for a few minutes, and reached
down to slowly stroke my cock as he did it.  As I had said, it wasn't much
in the way of physical pleasure, so after a minute or so more of watching
my buddy debase himself, I told him it was time to suck my cock.

     I stood up and pulled Tom up, then roughly pushed him down onto the
bed on his back before I realized that lying across it as he was wouldn't
give me the total access I wanted to his mouth.  I reached down with my
left hand, grabbed the bedframe under where he lay and pulled the bed with
him on it towards the center of the room, away from the wall I'd been
leaning against.

     I saw T watching my chest and arm muscles flexing as I pulled him and
the bed where I wanted them and could see the lust in his face.  Moving the
bed allowed him to drop his legs off the far side of the bed and more
importantly let him dangle his head over the side where I stood.  Once I'd
moved him into position, I knelt down on the floor to push my cock into his
face. As soon as my knees hit the hard tiles I knew that wasn't gonna work,
so I grabbed Tommy's pillow off his bed, dropped it onto the floor and
pushed it beneath my knees.  He might have to put up with sore knees while
he sucked my dick and rimmed me, but I sure as shit didn't!  Now my cock
was in good position to give him the face fuck he'd wanted.

     I told him to open and wasted no time.  I slid my cock into T's mouth
and this time, his throat readily opened for me and I pushed deeply into
him.  I felt my balls swing forward and slap against T's eyes and heard him
trying to quell his choking and gagging.  As I watched, Tom's right hand
went to his own crotch and slid inside his jeans.  He'd already unbuttoned
his 501's while he'd been either rimming me, sucking my balls or my toes or
getting his face beaten by my dick and now he pulled his cock out and began
to jack off as I used his mouth.  I reached out and grabbed both of his
forearms, pinning them to the bed beside him and stopping him from beating
his meat.  He strained to break free for a minute.

     "You're here to take care of my cock, bitch.  Don't get distracted
playing with your own little prick unless I give your permission to do so.
Understand?"  My words penetrated his head, just as my cock was doing and
he settled down, accepting my total control of his body.  That gave me a
rush, subjugating Tommy again to my will and my cock.  I didn't pull out or
even change the slow, deep thrusting I was doing in his mouth, so T could
only grunt in agreement, but that was enough.  As I debated for a moment
about releasing his arms, to see if he would obey, I decided I liked the
feeling of physically overpowering him when I held him in place, so I kept
them pinned to the bed.  I realized that I was now fucking into his throat
a bit faster.

     I wasn't doing it consciously, but just as a matter of my body
responding and reacting to the stimulation of Tom's mouth, tongue and
throat on my rod and the prior stimulation from his tongue up my ass.  I
also noticed that my balls weren't swinging as freely as they had been
before I'd taken control of the rest of T's body.  I'd use him like the
fuck toy bitch that he'd become.  That thought brought me closer and the
speed of my thrusts increased again.  I could hear T choking now each time
my cock roughly rammed into his throat, but I was too far along really to
care anymore.

     Tom kept his lips covering his teeth, so I was able to use his mouth
like the pussy that Jason and I had made it into earlier in the day.  As I
forced my way into T's throat again and again, his muscles massaged my dick
and I could see the bulge of my meat when I looked down at his exposed
throat.  T was only kind of whimpering now, though his body kept jerking
against my hands holding him down as his gag reflex activated.

     Seeing my buddy in that situation, really got me going.  Here was a
guy that everyone else on campus, with the exception of Jason, thought of
as a total stud and a jock.  Every muscle in his body was tensed and
straining, showing off his incredible build even through his shirt, and all
because I was holding him on his back, forcibly feeding him my dick.  The
sight of this stud totally in my control and the feel of his hot, wet mouth
and throat milking my manhood brought me over the edge.  I was panting hard
as the cum shot up the length of my cock in huge spurts, then straight down
the throat of my cocksucker.  I threw my head back and let out a roar of
pleasure, again not caring if everyone in the dorm could hear.  I let my
eyes close as I felt the waves of pleasure radiating through my body as I
emptied my balls down my fagboy's throat.  I wanted him to get a good taste
of me so with a few shots left, I pulled my hips back, keeping just the
head of my dick in T's mouth and blasted three more large salvos of my hot
sperm up onto his tongue and into his mouth.

     Finally spent, I grabbed the edge of the bed and leaned there, propped
up on my arms but keeping my cockhead in T's mouth.  I could feel his
tongue gently licking up the last few drops of cum that pumped out of my
cock after my orgasm had subsided.  After about thirty seconds as I began
to go soft, I leaned back and looked down to where my cock entered him.  As
I pulled it free, I saw him look up past the shiny shaft.  As our eyes met,
T swallowed and I gave him a grin.  My boy now had even more of me inside
him!  Fuck!  Seeing this big jock on his back, eating my babymakers, now
that was a rush!

     "My boy," I thought.  I'd called him that countless times before, but
it had a new meaning for me now.

     I knew then that his body was truly mine because after the past
several hours, lots of different parts of him were in the process of being
made out of the large amounts of my personal protein that he'd swallowed
and digested.  I knew now that his mind was mine too, and always had been.
I'd only needed to seize the opportunity, which I had just done.  I could
control him completely, as I'd just demonstrated.  Looking down at his hard
male body, that thought sent a spasm through my cock and a last large
pearly bead of cum appeared at the slit on the head which was drooping
down, just above T's eyes.  My reaction surprised me, but hell, I'd enjoyed
fag's mouths before, so I ignored it.

     "Stop, please, Nick.  Let me have that too."  I looked past my cock
into his eyes then pushed my hips forward a little bit and watched as he
stretched his head up and his tongue shot out of his mouth.  He used the
tip of it to get the last of my load.  My body twitched as his tongue felt
suddenly rough on the super-sensitive head.  After I'd watched him swallow
this last bit of me, I settled back onto my haunches, watching his flushed
face.

     "Nick.  Can...can I cum now?"  I nearly laughed out loud.  Of all the
things, this was the fucking gayest thing my buddy, the new fagboy had done
and the ultimate proof of my dominance over his body and mind.  I was a man
and I would never allow another guy to tell me whether I could or couldn't
cum!  I figured that Tom was too worried about staying in my good graces to
worry about how pathetic that made him look and sound.  I just gave him a
nod and watched as he grabbed his dick and began to stroke it.  I noted
again that his eyes were roaming over my body as he beat his meat.

     "So you get off on rimming me, sucking me, fucking kissing and licking
my feet, and even just looking at me.  You may have tried to deny what a
fag you are for years, T, but now we both know.  Now you're gonna shoot
your load all over your own fucking shirt, while I just shot mine own your
throat.  You're still a jock, but a big stud ladies man?  Nope.  You're
just a pussyboy now.  My personal fag cocksucker.  I think you were fucking
born for this, bitch.  You were born to satisfy me and take my cum and I
think you know it.  You've known it for ages.  What do you think?"  I
reached out and pushed two fingers of my right hand into his mouth.  I
listened to him moan around them.

     My words and actions had been enough to bring Tom over the edge and I
laughed at him as he shot his load, still staring up at my sweaty chest and
face and sucking on my fingers.  I was surprised when the force of his
orgasm shot his cum all the way up onto his face and my hand.  Any further
and it would have shot over his head and hit me in the abs.  Tom let out a
series of yelps as he came, one punctuating each shot.  I looked down at
him and watched as the cum soaked into the black t-shirt.  The smell of it
was in the air again as I moved the back of my hand to his lips and watched
him lick his own load off of it.  I stood and grabbed my boxers.  I pulled
them on and returned to my bed, stretching out on my back with my hands
behind my head.  I watched as T got up and pulled off the shirt, using it
to wipe his cum off his face, before he disappeared with it into the
bathroom to rinse it.

     I was dozing a bit when Tom returned to the room.  I heard him push
his bed back against the wall, then pull the window shut and without saying
anything, Tom turned off the light and stood between the beds for a second.
I could see in the moonlight he was looking down at me, but I pretended to
be asleep and after a moment, he climbed into his bed.  I heard him let out
a sigh before sleep took me.

     The next morning, I awoke with my normal morning wood.  I glanced at
the clock and saw we'd slept in late.  I began to reach for my cock, but
then looking at Tom I knew how I was going to deal with my morning wood
from now on.  A glance showed me that Tom was still asleep, so I grabbed
one of my shoes off the floor and threw it at him.  It hit his shoulder,
awakening him.  He was rubbing his shoulder as he raised his head and
looked over at me.

     "What the fuck, Nick ..."  He trailed off as I pushed my blankets
down. I slid my underwear off, as well.  The material caught my hard cock,
pulling it down until it sprung free, my eight inches slapping against my
tight abs, displaying my hard meat for Tom.  I saw T lick his lips as his
protest died and I smiled with satisfaction.

     "Get that mouth over here, suckboy," I ordered.

     Without taking his eyes off my dick, T slid out of his bed and crawled
across to mine.  His face went unerringly to my dick and I settled my left
hand on the back of his head as he opened to take my meat.  I let out a
moan of pleasure as I felt his slick, warm mouth engulf me.  T wasted no
time, pushing his lips down the length of my shaft and opening his throat
so that I could slide into it.  I let out a louder moan as the muscles
there milked my cock and in no time was shooting, feeding T what I planned
would be his breakfast from now on.  I kept my hand resting on his head, so
that I was still enjoying his mouth sucking on my slowly softening cock
when a tap came at the door.

     "Hey guys.  It's Jason.  You in there?"  There was a pause before
another, louder knock sounded.  "Guys?  If you're in there, it's Jase.  Let
me in."

     I looked over at Tommy, who was kneeling on the floor, his lips puffy
from sucking my dick and his hand wrapped around his own hard rod.  I'd
lifted my hand off his head when I'd heard the knock and saw him now
staring at the door.  I waited to see what he would do.  He just stayed
perfectly motionless, so I did the same and after a few moments we heard
Jason turn from our door and walk away.  I was a bit surprised.  T had been
more than into sucking off and getting fucked by the arrogant, blond jock
the day before, but had now passed up the opportunity.

     Tommy looked at me and I could there was a look on his face that I'd
never seen before.  He looked like he was almost ready to cry.  In fact,
when our eyes met, a tear rolled down his right cheek.

     "Hey, T," I said, using again the nickname only I was allowed, "what's
going on?  I thought you enjoyed sucking off Jason and having him fuck you.
You sure seemed to be getting off on it yesterday."

     "Like I said, Nick, he caught me staring at your crotch and things
happened so quickly that before I knew it, his dick was in my hand, then
yours was in my other and suddenly he was in my mouth.  With you standing
there next in line to do the same, I just let it happen.  I'd wanted you
for so long ... it was my chance to finally suck your dick.  Then when you
fucked me, it was everything I'd always imagined, only better.  Sure, it
hurt, but I was willing to put up with the pain because I could see you
were enjoying it so much.  I was even willing to let Jason fuck me if
that's what it took to keep the action goin' with you."

     I could see he was holding his emotions in check by pure will.

     "I'd never have even touched him if I hadn't seen that by doing so,
I'd get my chance at you too.  But, while Jason's a hot guy, he's not the
dude that I've lusted after for years, even as I tried to deny it.  He's
not the guy that I ... love."  T looked at me with such hope and pain mixed
on his face.  I hated seeing my buddy hurting, but the simple fact was that
while I enjoyed cumming in his mouth and fucking him up the ass, and all
the other stuff we'd done, I only loved him as a friend.  I was never gonna
be his boyfriend or anything like that.

     "Sit up here next to me, T," I said gently as I moved so that my back
was propped on the wall.  When he was on the bed beside me, I looked over
at him.  "That's twice you've said you love me.  I appreciate it, but I
think we both know you are meaning it in a way that I can't ever return."
I saw him hang his head and reached over, grabbed his chin and pulled his
face up and toward me so that I could look him in the eyes.  "I'm never
gonna be your boyfriend or go on dates with you or anything like that.
Sure, it's been hot fucking your mouth and ass and having you rim me, kiss
my feet and all of that was a total rush, but dude, that's because I got
off on the physical pleasure of it."  I paused and thought for a moment. "I
guess I also got off on making a big jock like you submit to me.  But,
dude, I'm never gonna want to have a bunch of people know that I'm using
you as pussy.  I like what we did yesterday and the way you sucked me this
morning.  I especially like the way you swallow my cum."  He seemed a bit
more in control of himself now.

     "I want you to know that I really don't care at all that you're gay,
or bi, or whatever," I continued. "I wish you had just told me instead of
Jason getting involved in this.

     "So, Nick, what does this mean, now?"  He asked.  I thought about his
question for a few minutes.

     "Well, there are a couple issues, some stickier than others.  First,
as long as you don't mind me not returning the favors, I'm gonna be more
than happy to keep you as a roommate and my best friend.  If you never
wanna do anything sexually with me again, then fine, I'm still gonna be
happy to keep you as a roommate.  If you do, well, we can just kinda be
friends with benefits.  That is if you're okay with that.  I mean, I'm
gonna be the one getting head from you, fucking your ass and a lot more.
You can't expect me to be doing that stuff to you cause, dude, it just
isn't something I want to do.  Ever.  You still wanna be roomies and
besties under those conditions?"  I could see a smile break out on T's
face.

     "Hell yeah, Nick!  I'll suck you whenever you want, you can fuck me
whenever you feel like it.  I'll rim you, lick up your sweat..."  I started
laughing which cut him off.

     "I get the idea.  If you're good with that, so am I.  I had a dream
last night about coming home after a pick up game of basket ball and you
using your tongue to lap up the sweat from every inch of my body.  When I
woke up this morning, I thought that'd never happen, but apparently it
won't be a problem."

     "No, Nick.  Anything you want," Tommy said with a big grin.  I smiled
back at him.

     "OK, that leads us to the other issue, the one that'll cause more
problems.  Jason."  I glanced at Tom's face and saw a look of worry appear
on it.  "Now he obviously knows all about you as you've taken his cock down
your throat and up your ass.  Hell, you've even rimmed him, though from
what you told me, nothing like the way you did for me."

     "Not even close," he said.

     "Then, the question is, do you still want to hook up with him?"

     "I honestly don't know, Nick.  If I have you, there is nothing and no
one else I want, but I know that's not gonna happen.  You're gonna be
dating girls, which means at times you aren't gonna be interested in
messing around with me.  I guess I will find a chick when you've got one
you're taking to bed.  I'm not gonna be celibate when you're hot and heavy
with some woman in the next bed."

     "Do you wanna still keep fucking girls?" I asked, honestly curious.  I
watched as Tommy thought for a minute.

     "Yeah, definitely.  I totally get off on you, your muscles, the hard
body and cock, but I like a woman's soft curves and pussy too."  I was glad
to hear him say that.

     "So no Jason?  What about Sam..." I began.

     "Sam's not what I want or I like.  I mean, he was fine for getting a
blow job, but I like guys built like us, Nick.  I like jocks with bodies
that make the girls wet just when they look at us.  Jason, even though he's
shorter than us, has a killer body.  If it hadn't been for that, I'd never
have ended up in this current mess.  But damn, the guy is sexy!  The
problem is that I just can't be his fucking sex toy, on call whenever and
wherever the mood strikes him, which is what he wants.  He basically said
that is how he treats Sam."

     "So Sam's not your thing, and while Jason is, you don't want to be at
his mercy."  I looked over at Tom again. "You like being at my mercy, T?"

     "Fuck yeah.  I've dreamed about it for years.  I know you'd never hurt
me or do anything to destroy my reputation, but I loved it when you took
control of me and just made me do whatever you wanted to please you.  Even
when you do things that are humiliating, you know, calling me a bitch or
cockscuker or pussy or something, the fact that it's you doing it, just
turns me on."

     "OK, then, seems easy enough.  I'll have a little chat' with Jason,
unless you wanna handle him.  One of us will tell him that if you feel like
getting together with him, you'll let him know and you'll let him know what
you want to do, but otherwise he's to treat you just as he did before this
all began. He'll still have Sam, and for all we know he's got other dudes
to use to get his rocks off."

     "Will he agree?"  I could hear the trepidation in his voice.

     "You bet he will.  For several reasons. First, if he doesn't, I'll
kick his ass.  Second, if he doesn't, you'll kick his ass.  Just because
you sucked him and let him fuck you, don't forget you can easily beat the
crap outta him.  Third, if he tries to say anything, it's his word against
the two of us.  Fourth, the dude is hot for you and I'm nearly one hundred
percent sure he will do whatever it takes and accept any limits to get any
action with you that he can, whenever you will allow it. As you pointed
out, Sam's not built like us.  He's not a jock, just a scrawny guy with
some little wiry muscles.  If Jason's anything like me, he's gonna want you
over Sam on any terms you set.  Besides, he seems to already know you're
mine and I don't plan to share you with any guys you don't wanna get with."
I finally saw a big grin break out on T's face.

     "Thanks, Nick.  You have no idea how worried I've been since yesterday
that you'd hate me forever and that Jason would be controlling my life."
He leaned over and planted a kiss on my cheek and I didn't pull away.

     "No problem, T.  We've had each other's backs for years, and nothing's
gonna change that.  Now why don't you get over here and put that mouth to
better use than kissing my cheek.  I could definitely shoot another load.
Besides, I'm all stubbly."  He grinned at me for a second.

     "Remember when you grew that scruffy beard and moustache, then shaved
it down to that goatee?"

     "Yeah," I laughed.  "The full beard didn't grow in very evenly, that's
why I went for the goatee."

     "Would you consider growing it out again?  The one time I nearly just
said fuck it all' and got on my knees for you was when you were sporting
that facial hair."  I looked at him for a few seconds.

     "You serious?" I asked.

     "Hell yes!" Tommy said enthusiastically.  I laughed again.

     "Sure thing.  At least for awhile.  It gets itchy.  But if you that's
what you want, okay."  Tom grinned at me before bending over and engulfing
my cock in his mouth.  I put my hand on the back of his head, but just
rested it there as I felt Tommy forcing his mouth down the length of my
cock until it pushed into his throat.  I let out a moan of appreciation as
T and I started a new phase in our friendship.  It only took until that
evening before he came and with a very red face asked me to shove my cock
up his boypussy anyway I wanted.  I laughed and took him doggie style
first, but finished with him on his back so I could see it in his eyes as
he watched me cum in him.

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Author's note.  To all those who wanted Tom to be made into the dorm slut,
this story just didn't work out that way because of Nick. He's a nice guy
in my head and protective of his friends.  There was no way he would allow
Tom to be abused, unless that it was Tom wanted.  Since Tom wanted that
only from Nick, Nick would protect him from everyone else, but would also
use Tom the way Tom and he both enjoyed and wanted.  Hope you enjoyed it.
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