Date: Wed, 17 Apr 2013 00:00:20 -0400 (EDT)
From: wardsafe@aol.com
Subject: Hot Asian Roommate 2

Thinking back on this story I find that it seemed a fantasy
and even to have lived it somewhat unbelievable. Once we had
accepted the fact that our relationship had changed to one
that included a sexual component we still had a personal
bond that was unbreakable. Following me providing oral sex
to him, there was a long period of silence. For the next two
weeks we went on as usual with no mention of what had
happened. Being concerned that our friendship would go off
the rails I confronted him. I wanted to know if he had
regrets, if he wanted to change roommates or was he angry
about what happened. His face fell and he wanted to know if
I was crazy. Clearly we might have gone too fast too soon
and were both stepping back by not talking about it. Like
all wise students I knew the answer to this was a six pack
of beer and pizza. His smile said I was right and off we
were to score some beer and pick up pizza. That done we
returned to the room.

The conversation that followed was unusual to say the least.
Awkward is the word that comes to mind. I finally said that
we should just stop talking. A deep breath and I said I want
to ask a question and you answer, then you ask me a question
and I'll answer. For the next two hours this is how we
conversed with great success. In the end we agreed that we
now were not just friends but have a sexual relationship
that we both wanted. Our personal relationship was a fixed
factor and got little attention. Sex on the other hand was
more of what we could do, would do, and really wanted to do.
We settled on fantasies to make our interest known.
Sometimes our conversation sounded like diplomatic
negotiations. Both being technical minds we were very
specific and we actually made a list. Without being too
graphic, we agreed to some bondage, that we had no interest
in pain, anything involving waste was out, public displays
were out and I think most important was that we both
excluded a third party. Oral was good, anal was on the table
but in the end it was all about giving pleasure to each
other. Surprisingly we both wanted to keep our beginnings as
part of our pleasure. The idea of touching and being touched
never left the table.

Our massage's became more intimate and intense the fear and
anticipation gone and replaced with teasing and withholding.
The idea of making it last as long as possible until
allowing a release resulted in an intensity of orgasm beyond
belief. It was surprising that there weren't comments about
the muffled screams originating from our room.

Our school life was good, grades well above average and our
relationships with other students typical of college. In
private our relationship took on a strange fragmentation.
Our personal "friendship" was an entity apart from our
sexual relationship. While we made love with abandon it was
like the two were never mixed. Why that worked and why we
were satisfied I couldn't answer. The remainder of the year
went this way and when summer came and it was time for us to
return home to different areas we shared tears of sadness.
In parting for the summer we agreed to remain true to each
other and stay in touch. This we did with email and the
occasional phone calls each contact made not being together
a deeper sadness.

The return to school in the fall was, shall I say, seriously
anticipated. We arrived a day apart as last year. The
difference was that when he arrived I was sound asleep and
my first awareness was a naked body getting into bed with
me. The joy was overwhelming. We hugged as friends until sex
took over. As with the first time all it took was kissing
and rubbing together for a few minutes and it was over.
After we recovered, we started laughing and talking non stop
usually at the same time. It wasn't long and I felt his
hardon pressing against my leg. Conversation stopped,
kissing began and a very messy 69 took over. The pleasure of
this lasted longer and was more intimate and satisfying.
While not the first time we had oral sex it certainly was
the best. I loved his small size because it was a perfect
fit in my mouth. He was pleased that I had decided to shave
my pubic hair smooth. He liked the smoothness so well that
the little he had was removed the same day. And yes, I took
care of it for him and yes it did indeed lead to more. By
the end of the day we actually found time to catch up before
going to bed exhausted.

Our life at this point was good. In private we were lovers,
in public we were best friends. The best part of our
relationship was that we started to spend time thinking up
new ways to give each other pleasure. I guess in the end he
was a little more submissive and I a little more dominant in
our taste. However we would play either part with great
enthusiasm knowing that we were providing pleasure to the
other.

Well into the year we had still only done mutual
masturbation and oral sex. For a relationship that came out
of the blocks fast it seemed to slow to a crawl as far as
sex went. It seems we were both satisfied with the intimacy
we had and the fact that it relieved our sexual tensions.
That all changed with the Christmas Holiday season that
year. Because we were both so far away and money being tight
we had arranged a weekly rental at a small boutique hotel
nearby since the dorms were going to be closed for the
holidays.

Checking in to a hotel together seems to increase the
excitement. After we stowed the gear we had brought we
decided to strike out to score some beer or wine for the
week. Surprisingly in a college town it is always easy to
find someone who relates to underage students looking to
blow off steam. Of course steam wasn't what we were planning
to blow off. Like most college students, if we didn't eat in
the cafeteria we would go with fast food of some type. Being
lucky enough to score both a half case of beer and a five
bottle box of wine, we headed back to the room. We started
talking and drinking wine which immediately went to our
heads. Wine, college kids so the next obvious step was a
dirty book store. We had no interest in the books but were
thinking about some useful toys we could use. Giggling like
children we entered the store to questioning looks from the
clerk who was happy to just ask if we were old enough to be
in there. Our yes was all it took for him to wave us inside.
Realizing that we had little money our hope was an emergency
credit card Peter's Father provided. To this day I wonder if
he realized what those charges from the down town book store
were about. Without going into detail about the selection
process, we purchased some ankle and wrist restraints,
condoms, which the clerk helpfully pointed out the best
choice for (little Asian guys), ouch. It was fine with me
since I'm only slightly larger than he. Next some massage
oil and some lube. When I suggested a small vibrator to
Peter he just laughed and said "I have your small vibrator."
Leaving the store Peter commented that he already had a
hardon to which I admitted I did as well.

On entering the room still giggling peter got all butch and
told me to face the wall and put my hands behind my back.
Peter didn't do butch well and finally ask me "please". He
fiddled with the cuffs and finally snapped them in place. I
was shocked by my reaction. I was so hard it was painful.
Turning me around he kissed me and said that he was going
first. His fingers unbuttoned my shirt and his fingers found
my nipples pinching and pulling. Suddenly there was no
giggling it had been replaced by a very hot feeling. I had
not been this hard since the first time we rubbed together.
He kissed my ear and whispered I'm going to make you feel so
good!  With that he moved down and nibbled on my nipples
making me moan.

I felt his hands fumbling with my belt, button and zipper.
He soon had my pants around my ankles accompanied by my
underwear. He knelt down and removed my shoes, pulled my
clothing free and took off my socks. Before standing he took
me into his mouth running his tongue along the under side
making me moan. He took me over to the bed making me lie on
my back in the middle. Using the ankle cuffs he pulled my
legs up and out so that my knees were up and I was exposed
for his pleasure. He next undid the wrist cuffs pulled my
shirt off and tied my arms spread and pulled over my head. I
had never been restrained before let alone naked and spread
for display. My heart raced, I was gasping for air and
making a whining sound from my throat. I don't think I had
ever been as sexually excited as this. The next thing he did
only intensified the feelings I was having. He pulled an old
towel from his bag and tore it into long strips which he
used to apply a blindfold. What he did next made me pleased
that he had placed a hotel towel on the bed. I could hear
rustling of clothes and realized he was taking his off. At
this point I'm so hard and dripping I can feel precum
running down over my tightly drawn up balls. Then there was
silence, I couldn't see anything couldn't hear anything and
I had no choice but to lie and wait for what he would do
next.

I finally said "Peter please do something". I heard him move
and the bed shook a little and I could feel something wet
dripping on my chest. I soon realized he was oiling my skin.
His hands felt so good actually hot to the touch. He pinched
my nipples and proceeded to cover my body except the part I
wanted him to touch. Next he moved up the bed toward my face
and I could feel him pressing himself against my lips. I
wanted this so bad I opened my mouth and pulled him in. He
was likewise dripping. A quick taste and he was gone.

I didn't expect what he did next. I felt him release my
ankles and felt his finger slippery with lube pushing at my
hole. At this point I am so pleased that he is small.
Nothing larger than my doctor's finger has ever been in
there and I wanted this to feel good. By now I'm begging him
to put it in me. I felt him press against me and gave a big
sigh of relief when he just slipped in with no pain. He was
long enough that each stroke I could feel him rub the
special spot inside. Unfortunately I didn't feel it for
long. This was more intense than the first time we came
together. I was immediately struck by a fear that I would
not be able to give him the same pleasure. With the
blindfold off and cleaned of the massage oil he released my
hands. We turned the lights off and we lie naked holding
each other until sleep overtook us. After his display of
dominance I started to plan what I would do with him the
next day.

This is the end to part two of our story. If reader interest
persists I will do one more chapter. Comments or criticism
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