Date: Thu, 13 Apr 2006 08:04:57 -0700 (PDT)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Exhibitionist Roommate - Chapter 6

I looked at my watch, 11:15.  I started walking.  When I looked up I saw I
was outside the English building.  My heart started pounding and I started
sweating.  Had I come here on purpose?  Was Pete really going to be down
there in basement men's room?  Did I really want to go down there and see?
My dick said yes, but my mind still wasn't sure.

I started into the building and then turned around and left.  I stopped, my
heart thumping in my chest.  I turned around and went back into the
building.  I got half way down the stairs and stopped.  My heart was really
racing and sweat was pouring out of my armpits.  Did I Really want to do
this?

My cock said yes, but my mind said no.  I finally made a deal with myself.
I would go down to the men's room in the basement, if Pete was there I
would do something with him and if he wasn't then I was safe and the world
was telling me I shouldn't be doing or thinking these things.  What I was
going to do with Pete, I wasn't sure, but little Timmy was sure excited to
find out.

I knew every guy I passed on the stairs KNEW what I was going down stairs
to do.  So I couldn't make eye contact with anyone.  I was carrying my pack
in front of me to hide my swollen cock.

Finally, I was in front of the door to the men's room.  I hesitate at the
door and some guy nearly pushed me aside as he came out of the door.  I
could barely breathe.  I opened the door and walked in.  I don't know what
I expected.  I guess I expected to see Pete standing in the middle of the
room when I entered.

He wasn't.  There was one guy at the urinals and someone in one of the
stalls.  I went to the sink and washed my hands, looking in the mirror to
see the guy standing at the urinal.  All I could see was his back, so I
couldn't be sure, but I didn't think it was Pete.  That left the guy in
stall.

I couldn't stand there at the sink forever, so with my heartbeat still
pounding in my ears, I decided to go into the stall and wait until the
other guy came out to see if it was Pete.  So I went into the only other
stall, closed the door, unzipped my shorts, let them fall to the floor
along with my boxers, freed my stiff cock and sat down on the toilet.  I
took my cock in hand and squeezed it.  It felt so good.

I looked around then and saw the hole in the wall between this stall and
the next.  Oh shit! Anyone looking through there would see my cock.  I
moved to push it down and cover it with my hands.  I heard a whispered,
"Don't."  That really startled me.  Was I hearing voices now?  Was my
subconscious talking to me telling me to stop my foolishness and get back
to a "normal" life?

I still had my hands covering my cock, trying to hold it down between my
legs.  I heard it again, "Don't."  It was coming from the next stall.

I thought it might be Pete, so I whispered, "Pete?"

"No," came the whispered reply.  I started to stand, trying to figure out
in my mind how to get my boxers and shorts up and still hide my insistent
cock.

"Don't go," came the whisper from the next stall.

Then I stupidly whispered, "I was looking for a friend."

"I can be your friend," came the whispered response.

My heart was going to explode.  What the fuck was I doing here?  I was sure
that it was some sort of campus police in the next stall, going to arrest
me for perverted acts in the men's room.  There was only one-way to be
sure.  I leaned forward and looked through the hole.

There was a guy there and he was completely naked! And hard!  And stroking!
My eyes fixed on his beautiful cock in his hand.  He was moving his hand up
and down it.  It had to be about 7 or 8 inches long.  He slowly stroked it
up and down.  My own cock throbbed and made its presence known.

I took my eyes off of his cock and looked him up and down.  He was blond
and pale and thin, but not skinny, like a runner's build.  He shorts were
pooled around his feet and his shirt was lying on the floor next to them.
He looked up from his cock and over at me.  He smiled and said, "Now, let
me see you."  He leaned forward.

I moved back and removed my hands from my cock, not believing I was doing
this.  I sat back and let my cock point to the ceiling.  I took it in my
hand and gave it a gentle stroke.  "Take off your shirt," came from the
other side of the wall.  I thought sure he could hear my heart pounding, it
was thumping so hard in my chest and my breathing was ragged.

I released my cock and pulled off my t-shirt.  I put in on the tank behind
me and sat back and let this stranger take in my body.  I stroked my dick a
bit and it leaked a bit and I sighed.  I wiped up the drop and licked it.
I heard a moan then and looked up.  There was some guy standing outside the
door to my stall looking at me through the crack!  Oh fuck!

I was going to get caught!  Shit!  I started to panic and turned to grab my
shirt, when the guy outside my door said, "It's okay, I just like to watch,
please stay."

"Yeah, please stay," came another whisper from the other side of the stall
wall.  I put down my t-shirt and sat back, my whole body on edge and
shivering with nervousness.  I had no clue what to do or what was expected
of me.  All I knew was that little Tim or Timmy as I called him, wanted
this.  He was standing up and wanting attention.

I wrapped my hand around him and stroked him again.  The voice next door
said, "Stick it through the hole," in an excited whisper.  Trembling I
stood and pushed my cock down so it would go through the hole.  I
immediately felt warm breath on my cock and then warm moisture as I assumed
his mouth closed over the head.  I used my left hand to hold onto the top
of the stall wall.

I sighed and so did the guy standing in front of my door.  I was so on edge
and the feeling was so wonderful and amazing.  The guy in front of my door
whispered, "Open your door."  I was lost in lust; I reached over and turned
the locking device with my right hand.  The door moved in towards me and a
guy stepped in closer to me.  I looked down in my fog and saw he had his
cock out stroking it.

I reached over and took hold of it and squeezed and then the guy on my cock
swallowed my whole cock and I went over the edge and began shooting and
shooting.  I was stroking the guy's cock and he began to shoot as well.  He
shot all over my thigh, but I was so lost in the lust of the moment and the
wonderful, ecstatic feeling of climax that I didn't care.  I was fucking
the wall and the guy on the other side was sucking out all my cum and it
felt so wonderful.  My knees nearly buckled.

Then I got to that sensitive point and pulled back and heard a kind of plea
whimper from the other side of the stall.  Reality came crashing down
around me then and I thought, Oh Fuck!  I turned around and grabbed my
t-shirt and flung it over my head and tried to pull up my boxers and
shorts, slip on my slippers and get out of the stall all in one whirlwind
or panic.  I managed to trip over my boxers and fall on the guy standing in
my door.  We went down in a heap in the middle of the men's room.

I scrambled to my feet and frantically fought to get my boxers and shorts
up.  I managed to get the top button of my shorts done and one arm in my
t-shirt and one slipper on.  I reached back and grabbed my backpack and the
other rubber slipper and ran out of the place nearly knocking another guy
over that was trying to enter.  I stopped and got my t-shirt on at the
bottom of the stairs and then my other slipper.  I slung my backpack over
one shoulder and started bounding up the stairs two at a time.

I was sweating, frantic and in a panic as I reached the top.  I nearly
bumped into another guy.  I heard, "Tim?"  I looked back in panic.  Oh
Shit!  Someone had recognized me!  It was Pete.  I just had time to see his
puzzled look as I turned and fled out of the building.  I ran for several
blocks and then stopped.  I sat down on a bench and tried to process what
was going on.  What had I just done!  Oh Fuck Me!  I really was some kind
of pervert.  Timmy liked it because he had really shot, but I was still
trembling at the thought of being caught and being watched, as I stood
there naked letting some guy suck my cock in a public bathroom.  What kind
of person was I?

I looked down at myself.  My fly was open, my leg was wet and sticky and my
boxer fly was wet.  Shit!  I had cum everywhere.  I could smell it on
myself!  I was really fucked up.  I had to get cleaned up.  I looked at my
watch.  It was 12:20.  I couldn't go back to my room; Mike would be there
and I couldn't face being ridiculed.  Shit!  I had to take a shower; I
couldn't let anyone get near me.  They would smell sex on me.  Shit!

I sat there for a couple of minutes more, trying to get myself calmed down
and began to think straight.  I would go to the gym and take a shower and
get cleaned up.  With that resolve I took stock of myself.  I realized my
shirt was inside out and my shorts were unzipped.  I zipped up but left my
shirt the way it was.

I headed over to the gym locker room, grabbed a towel and tried to find the
most unoccupied section of the locker room.  I again didn't make eye
contact with anyone as I stuffed my backpack into a locker and got out off
my clothes and headed over to the showers.

I used the soap from the dispenser and lathered up and washed off the smell
I knew clung to me.  I stayed under the shower for a bit, enjoying the heat
as it worked to calm me down.  But images of the guy in the stall next to
mine and the guy standing at the stall door kept flashing through my mind.
The guy at the door had been in jeans, unbuttoned with his dick sticking
out about 5 or 6 inches.

I saw in my mind's eye the kinky sandy colored hair that also stuck out.
He face was a blur, but I remember sandy hair and him being about as tall
as I was and maybe glasses.  And then the feeling of the mouth on my cock.

I switched the water to cold, trying to cool down Timmy who was beginning
to take notice of my thoughts.  I made me shiver and my teeth chattered but
my cock did go down a bit.

I turned off the water and grabbed my towel and started to dry myself.
Then I heard, "Tim?"  I looked up wondering who had recognized me now.  It
was Bart, the guy Mike had introduced me to, when was that, only yesterday?
He was hanging up his towel on the pegs outside the shower.

I held my towel over my crotch as I stood.  He stood there naked in front
of me.  "It is Tim.  I'm Bart.  Mike introduced us yesterday.  You are
Mike's roommate."  He held out his hand.  I reached out and took his hand,
letting my towel drop a bit, exposing my crotch.

I took his hand and shook it.  It was so warm.  I looked him in the face
and he was smiling and had a twinkle in his eyes.  Did he know I liked
guys?  Was he laughing on the inside as he made me feel uncomfortable
standing in front of me all naked and all?

"Yeah.  Hi.  Yeah, I remember.  Bart.  Yeah, I am Mike's roommate."  I let
go of his hand and started to cover myself, but decided that would look
even weirder.  After all he didn't seem to be self-conscious about being
naked.  But again he probably didn't go all googoo looking at naked guys,
either.

I saw his eyes look up and down my body.  I must have blushed a bit,
because I felt heat suffused my face.  I looked away from his face then and
looked down and saw his cock lying over the top of his balls and his wiry
black pubic hair.  "Well, I'll see you around," I said, moving past him.  I
had no idea what to say and was sure he was just laughing away inside.

"Sure thing," he said and he patted me on the shoulder as I moved past him.
My cock jumped.  I wrapped the towel around my waist and headed back to the
locker.  My hand was shaking so bad, I could hardly lift the handle on it.
I sat down after I got it open.  I thought I might have fallen over, if I
hadn't.

I took out my boxers and looked around the aisle I was in.  No one around,
so I brought them to my nose.  Just as I thought, they smelled of that
unmistakable bleachy smell of cum.  I stuffed them into my backpack and
pulled on my shorts.  I stood, buttoned and zipped them.  Then I got out my
t-shirt, turned it right side out and pulled it on.  I got my rubber
flip-flops out and on, grabbed my pack and headed out.

I kept my head down as I walked back across campus.  Automatically, I was
heading back to my dorm room.  But realized Mike would still probably be
there, so I took a sharp left and headed towards the library.  I would
chill out there until my next class.

As I entered, I had an idea.  I went to the computer and looked up some
books and then headed over to that area of the library.  I looked around
before I went down the rack.  I saw the titles and it made my heart race
again.  I looked left and right again, before I reached up and grabbed a
book.

I took the book off to a back corner, sat down and looking around again and
seeing no one around.  I opened the book and started thumbing through the
pages. "The Joy of Gay Sex," was full of drawings of naked guys and
definitions.  I flipped through it and then went back to the beginning and
started reading.

I learned much as I read through the first couple of chapters of awareness
and sexual orientations and how some guys liked guys, some liked women and
some liked both and all the areas in between.

I read about self-exploration, circle jerks, mutual masturbation and more.
Timmy was rock hard as I read and studied the pictures.  It talked about
support groups and gay straight alliances and campus organizations, etc.

This calmed me down a bit.  This meant that there were other guys out there
like me.  Maybe even on campus, after all it said that at least 1 in 10 men
were gay.  So on a campus of 5000 people, half of them guys that there
should be at least 250 guys who liked guys on campus.

Then duh, the light bulb went on, obviously the two guys in the men's room
and Pete liked guys.  And what about those guys at the adult bookstore?

I relaxed a bit and settled back to think a bit.  It still didn't help me
with Mike, cause he couldn't be a guy that liked guys, or gay.  He was way
too athletic and masculine to be that kind of a guy.

I thought of what I thought a guy who liked guys, a gay guy, a fag we would
have said in high school, what they would look like. They would be some
sissy looking guy, who liked to dress in women's clothes and walk really
strange.  Was that what I was going to look like?

My thoughts had drifted away from the sex and my cock had gone down a bit.
I checked my watch and saw that it was time for me to get to my class.  I
wanted to read more, but couldn't check the book out on my card.  People
would know about me then.

I took the book and went to the racks near where I had been sitting.  I
reached up and put the book up, as high as I could reach, backwards in the
shelf, so I could find it again, without having to go back to the section
where it belonged.

I headed off to class then.  I still didn't make eye contact with anyone,
but would at guys sitting by the side of path, on the steps, lawns, etc as
I walked to class.  I tried counting, 1 through 10 for each guy I passed
and on the 10th looked up to see if he looked like a gay guy.

I know it was stupid, but it got me thinking.  In fact, I thought about it
a lot during my next class, noth the reality of me liking guys and that
there were others out there that did too and what I wanted to do with
another guy.  Thoughts of dicks, balls, chest, asses and all the parts of
guys.  I pictured Mike naked then and tried to put away the image.  But
man, he was good looking.

That trace of fine hair that covered his chest and his butt, his cock, soft
and hard, his hairless balls, his hairy crack, his nipples and all of him.
My cock was hard again!  Shit, I couldn't get him out of my mind.

I wondered about clubs on campus but then thought I couldn't join one of
those because then people would know about me.  And they would probably
make me wear some kind of badge or wristband or something that would tell
the world what I was.

I looked up and realized that everyone was leaving the classroom.  I put my
stuff in my backpack and held it in front of myself again as I left.  This
was becoming a habit.

I decided to skip my next class and go back to the library.  I made it back
to the area where I had left the book, found it and went back to my corner
to read some more.

I read on about what guys could do with each other.  I was very interested
in the section on "anal intercourse" and the prostate gland.  That is
obviously what I had hit when Mike had me stick my finger in my ass.  I
read how it could be stimulated during this man-to-man fucking.  I read
about penetration and man I was getting horny.  I had my hand on my crotch
adjusting myself and then just left it there, because it felt good.

I put the book down for a moment and thought about when Mike had me strip
in the library.  Fuck!  That made Timmy jump!  And I pictured Mike dropping
his own pants.  Timmy pushed against my hand then.

I went back to reading and found something on exhibitionism and dares and
people who liked to watch, voyeurs.  Wow, there was a lot to this.  I was
gently rubbing my cock through my shorts when I heard, "There you are!  I
have been looking everywhere for you!  I was worried about you!"

Fuck! It was Mike!  Oh, Shit!  And here I was hard and reading this book on
gay sex.  I slammed the book closed and stuffed it down between the wall
and the sofa I was on.  I grabbed my backpack and tried to get up and past
Mike.  I was red and my whole body felt like it was on fire.  Mike tried to
push me back down.  He was saying something, but I didn't hear.  My blood
was pounding in my ears and I just wanted out of there.  I fought to get
past him, but he wouldn't let me get past.  He used his greater strength to
fight me back.

He finally managed to push me back into the couch and I collapsed then and
tried to hide my face.  I was so ashamed.  "Look at me!" he whispered
loudly.

I shook my head and kept my hands over my face.  I thought sure I was just
going to start crying.  I couldn't bear to let Mike see me like this.  I
was a mess.

Finally, he pried my hands off my face and held them back against the couch
leaning over me.  I closed my eyes but he kept saying, "Look at m," over
and over.

Finally, I opened my eyes and looked at him expecting to see that mocking
smile I had seen the last time.  But instead I saw real concern.

"What is going on?  Where have you been?  Didn't you get my message?"  He
looked into my eyes from one eye to next and back.  "I was scared shitless
worrying about you."  He looked at me again.

"You took off like a bat out of hell and I haven't seen you since."  His
face was inches from mine.  His hands continued to pin my hands to the
sofas back.  I still couldn't say a word.  I know my eyes welled up.

He said, "If I let go of your hands and sit next to you, will you stay
here?  Or will I have to chase you and wrestle you to the ground again?"

I shook my head and looked down between my knees as he released my hands
and then sat down next to me.  He sat there for several minutes before he
said, "Are you going to talk to me?"  He turned my face towards his.  I
continued to look down as I shook my head again.

"Okay, if you aren't going to talk, then I will just sit here with you
until you are ready to go back to our room."  Our room, that was a laugh.
I couldn't go back there., at least not with him.

He sat there and I just sat and alternately fumed at him and myself and
also imagined him naked.  What was going on?  I was mad at him, but I still
could only think of him naked, his cock in my hand, his cock in my mouth,
his cock up my ass... Oh, Shit!

He reached over and put his hand on my leg.  It felt like a branding iron
searing my flesh.

It felt great!  But I took his hand and pulled it off my leg.  My cock was
reacting to his touch.

"What is wrong with you?  I thought you liked that?"  He looked at me
puzzled.

"I, ah," and stopped.  I couldn't say anything.  I turned and look away
from him.

"Look, I am not going to leave until you tell me what is going on?"

I sat there trying to get it together and figure put what I was going to
do.  I finally looked at him and said, in a cascade of words, "Look, you
cock, my cock, suck, dress funny, ass, balls, and like and you, fag and
scared and ridicule and you and hate and like and roommate, naked, jerk
off, hot, bookstore, bathroom, Pete, cock, suck, Bart, shower, locker
room."  Then I shut up and tried to keep from crying.

He looked at me then and said, "Would you say that one more time, slower
and fill in some words for me."  He hadn't laughed and he seemed serious.

I tried again, "Look you made me realize that I am gay - like guys - and I
know that you were only doing the stuff with me to make fun of me and now
that I have told you this you will ridicule me.  But you have gotten me so
wound up over this that I am only seeing naked guys no matter where I am or
what I am doing."  I stopped to take a breath.

"I know there has to be more to that, but let me tell you this, no matter
what you think I would never ridicule you for anything you thought or did.
I think you are a great guy and wouldn't want to make fun of you. "

He took a deep breath, "And second, I like guys too."  He let that sink in
and I think my eyes were open as wide as my mouth was.  He looked into my
eyes for a couple of seconds.

"And I happen to think you are a hot looking dude.  Yes, I am into showing
off and controlling things, but I like guys and up until the other night, I
thought you really had it together.  I bit naive, but none the less a good
guy."

He put his hand back on my leg and looked into my face one more time, "Now
how about you tell me what you have been doing since you ran out of the
room and what is going on in your head."  He patted my leg.  "And I
promise, I'll sit here and listen.  I'll answer questions, make comments or
whatever you want."

I closed my mouth and swallowed, there was just too many emotions running
through me at the moment.  I sat there for a bit getting myself together.
Finally, I took a deep breath and started.

I told him about the bookstore, my dreams, the men's room, Bart and the
book.  I even pulled the book out and showed it to him.  He sat quietly and
let me get it all out.

After I ran down and didn't have anymore to say, he sat and looked at me
for a while, and then he reached over and put his arms around me and hugged
me.

He squeezed tight and held me, then released me and looked at me directly
in his eyes.  There was moisture in his eyes.  "Tim, first - I am sorry I
Put through that, I never meant to.  Second, you have found out a lot of
information in a short period of time.  And third, it seems like you short
circuited there for a bit and became overwhelmed.  Fourth, I am interested
in doing more things with you, so don't go and move out on me or anything."
He smiled.  "And fifth," he chuckled, "just because you like guys doesn't
mean you have to dress funny or start walking funny."  He laughed a bit
louder then.

He reached over and crushed my cock with his hand.  It responded
immediately and sprung to attention.  He looked from my crotch to my face
and smiled again.  "Looks like somebody is ready to come out and play!" he
said as he fondled my growing excitement through my shorts.

I looked around to see if anyone was around or looking.  No one was.  I
relaxed a bit.

"Take it out," he said.

I looked him in the face and reached down and unzipped my shorts.  Timmy
sprang out, ready to play.

He took it in his warm hands and squeezed it again.  I sighed.  "Jerk off
for me," he said quietly.

I didn't look around, but wrapped my hand around it and began to stroke.
It wasn't going to take much as I was on edge from all the talking of sex
and what I had seen, said, done and felt.

I went to the task with relish as looked forward to doing this for him.  He
sat back and watched as I stroked myself in the library.  I began to moan
softly as I stroked getting closer to the edge.  My breathing speeded up as
well and my heart was racing again.

I pumped away, working on the head of the cock as Miek had shown me.  Soon,
I knew it was going to happen in seconds and I almost expected him to say
stop, but he didn't and then I was at the place where I couldn't stop.  And
I was shooting away!

I shot several ropes that went straight up and came down on the tail of my
t-shirt, several other ropes went across my stomach and then I was milking
out the last off it, reveling in that wonderful feeling.

Then I had to take my hand off and sat back and sighed.  "That was great,
hot and wild!"  I whispered to him.

He smiled, "I thought I was going to have to gag you there for a minute,
you were beginning to get loud."  You looked pretty hot sitting there with
your dick out in the library polishing one off."  He clapped me on the
shoulder.

"I don't know about you," he said, "but I am ready for to eat."  He started
to get up, then looked at me.  "You want to go get something to eat?"

I was wiping up some of the cum on me shirt, when I looked up, smiled and
said, "Yeah, I don't think this is going to fill me up."  I put my
shrinking cock back in my shorts and zipped up.  I tried to wipe the
remaining cum strings off of my t-shirt, but it was obvious there was a
mess.  I ended up tucking the end of my shirt into my shorts, hiding most
of it.

I picked up my backpack and we headed out of the library.  He put his arm
around my shoulder after we left the building.  "I am glad I found you," he
said as he gave me a squeeze.

"So am I," I said and meant it, in more ways than the immediate one.

We went back to the dorm and he placed an order for delivery to our room,
Sesame shrimp, Mopu tofu and broccoli, House lomein, and Char su pork.  My
mouth was watering and my stomach began to growl.  But I thought of
something else.

"So what's with all the pictures you took of me?  What do you plan to do
with them?"  I looked over at Mike.  He was naked as usual, stripped as
soon as he got in the room.  He was at his desk and the computer.

"I thought they would look hot.  And I can always use them for blackmail,
if you refuse to do something I ask you to do."  He smiled mischievously.

"Oh, Shit!  I guess I better not refuse," I said it light heartedly, but a
bit of panic creeped in.

"Yeah, like taking those clothes off and putting on your jock.  You are
going to answer the door that way, when the guy comes to deliver the food."
He looked at me and chuckled, "That should give him a good tip!"

I stammered for a bit, then said, "You're kidding right?"

"No, dead serious.  Besides you promised."

"What do you mean, I promised?"

"You promised that if I let you cum, you would do whatever I said, no
matter what, no matter when.  Do you remember now?"  He looked at me
mischievously.

Fuck!  "Yeah, I remember."  I stood up then and stood facing Mike as I took
off my shirt and then dropped my shorts.  I let him look at me for a bit,
seeing what it felt like to be on exhibit like he was all the time.  Timmy
seemed to like it as he began to stir.

As I moved over to my dresser to find a jock, I asked, "So what do you call
your dick?"  I found one and pulled it on.  I turned around to find him
staring at my ass.

He smiled, "Nice ass.  I call him, George." I chuckled, "Why what do you
call yours?"  He looked down at the bulge in my jock.

"Timmy or little Tim."  He laughed at that.

I was going to say something else, when there was a knock on the door.  My
heart pounded as I went to the door and opened it.  The guy standing there
wasn't Chinese as I had expected.  He looked like a surfer, blond hair,
blue eyes, with a 'Jade Garden' shirt on that said, 'Joe' over the left
breast pocket.

He looked me up and down, then held out his sack of food and said, "That is
$22.50."  Then he went back to checking me out.

I turned to Mike, who had slid on my shorts!  Asshole!  "Here give him
this."  I now had to turn my back to the guy and walk back to Mike, leaving
my ass totally exposed to the guy.  This made my cock twitch and swell, so
my pouch was fuller as I walked back towards the door.  He was checking it
out, as I handed him the money.

"Thanks," he said, "and thanks for the show!"  He was still standing there
as I closed the door.  Mike started laughing when the door closed.  He
stood and dropped my shorts.

"Why did you put on my shorts?  I thought you liked to be naked and looked
at?"  I said carrying the bag back to our desks.  I looked at Mike naked
and thought what the hell and pulled off the jock.

"Joe had seen me naked before and I wanted you to give him his tip
tonight."  He laughed.

"You've let him see you naked?  What did you do, answer the door naked?"  I
said jokingly.

"Yeah," he said and my eyes bugged out, "Now let's eat.  I am starving.

"Me too."  We set out the food and make plates for ourselves and then sat
on our chairs facing each other.  We ate in silence at first, both of us
feeding our faces.  Then Mike took his foot and rested it on my chair
between my legs, so his foot could play with my cock and balls while he
ate.

My cock grew with the attention.  I looked over at Mike and drank in his
body as I finished swallowing what was in my mouth.

"What do you want for dessert?" Mike asked.

"We don't have anything here.  Are we going out?"  I asked.

"No, stupid one.  From your readings in your book, what do you want me to
do to you or you to me?  That will be our dessert."

I blushed a bit and thought, "I don't know, there are so many things I want
to try.  I don't know what you want me to do."

"I want you to do, what you want to do.  You'll get to try everything in
your book and more.  Consider it a lapse on my part to allow you to choose,
rather than me telling you what to do."

I thought for a bit and was still hesitant to ask, but then I swallowed and
said, "Mike, I would like to suck your cock."  I looked at the floor after
I said it.


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