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Chapter 1

 

Jay was a geek. Not a totally lost cause, but surely out of the mainstream. He'd always been thin, tall, and rather dorky. His blue-gray eyes were bright, his sandy-blond hair was heavily curly, and his complexion was fair with the hint of a faded tan. With narrow features and a small chin, he'd been pegged as a dork when he was small. He'd had few friends, and no close ones. He hadn't had someone he considered a best friend since grade school. Now, as a college freshman, he was still alone.

He'd known he was gay at thirteen and had hidden it well. But now, at college, he was working himself up to going to an LGBT meeting. He'd seen several very hot guys attending it, but he could only hurry past the meeting room then retreat.

It'd been almost a month since he'd moved into the dorm, and at first, he had been worried about living in a small room with someone else. Sean, his roommate, had been welcoming and friendly. He was a sophomore who was studying business, but looked more like the jock he also was. When he wasn't studying, Sean was a forward on the school's soccer team and a member of the wrestling team. He was slim, yet buff, and limber. He kept himself remarkably hairless on his chest, under his arms, even his legs. He had straight, dark-brown hair that he kept short, and fine, narrow eyebrows over dark green eyes that stood out powerfully, especially against his moderately tanned complexion. Sean's soft, generous, red lips drew Jay's eyes nearly as much as Sean's firm, round ass. Sean was in great shape, and all the sports had sculpted his buttocks into tight, rounded globes. His legs had also benefited from the activity and were strong and lean. Even though the front of Sean's jockeys were well-stuffed, it was his ass that Jay found most interesting.

In the month since Jay had moved in, Sean had never seen him in anything less than street shorts and a t-shirt. But Sean, being a sophomore, was far less self-conscious about nudity. While he hadn't been naked in front of Sean, he'd more than once removed everything but his jockey shorts while changing or getting ready for bed.

Jay was always careful to not be seen taking peeks at those times, but he did, and never directly, unless they were talking to each other. More than once Jay had been sure that Sean had seen him looking at him while he changed or readied for a shower or bed, yet Sean had never challenged him or said anything.

So far Sean had been open and friendly with Jay; something Jay wasn't familiar with. His few friends back home had been hard-won, but Sean seemed to take to Jay almost instantly. He'd not offered any tours of the campus, or asked him to go out with his friends, or other outright friendly things, but he always said hello when he arrived in their dorm room and always spoke to him in public. He even helped Jay with his classwork on the rare occasions that he needed it.

With a month now under his belt at college, Jay was beginning to feel almost at home. Last weekend, Sean had asked Jay if he could spend the evening out of their dorm room so that Sean could have some privacy for a visitor. His grin made it clear what kind of visitor, and Jay was happy to spend a few hours at the computer lab. He stayed out past the time they had agreed upon, and when he came back, he'd brought a pizza. Sean hadn't volunteered any information about his visitor, and Jay hadn't asked.

Now, on a Friday evening, Sean was out with his teammates, and would be for some time yet. Jay was working on some classwork at the small desk, books open, laptop at hand. Sean was late coming home from soccer practice, but that wasn't surprising. Jay rolled his dark brown eyes under their heavy, dark lashes, and threw down his pencil in frustration. He sat back in the chair and crossed his long arms. The well-worn, solid blue t-shirt was baggy, but as it lay across his form, it revealed his thin chest and nearly concave belly beneath it. An obvious bulge in his sweat-shorts grew more distinct as Jay leaned back in the chair.

Unable to resist any longer, he turned off the radio and opened the browser on his computer. He typed in his favorite website. Nifty didn't have pictures or videos, just stories. Jay loved reading, and the hot stories at Nifty served him well. He found that one of his favorite authors had posted a new chapter in one of his best stories, so he immediately began reading it.

The chapter was short, but hot. Jay read avidly, one hand using the keyboard to forward to the next page, the other tucked into his sweat-shorts, fondling his erection. He stretched his long legs out straight. The blue t-shirt rode upward and revealed his nearly concave belly. A little navel with a few sandy-blond hairs was visible above the waistband of his tan shorts. Just peeking out of the waist of his shorts was a blue elastic waistband.

Both hands now moved to that bulge. He grinned a little more as both of his hands began moving, one tracing the length of his erection, the other cupping the mobile objects below.

Then he heard Sean's key in the door lock. He quickly sat up straight, hiding his lap beneath the desk, closed the browser, and pretended to be deep in study before the door opened.

"Heya, Jay-bo," Sean said as he entered.

"Hi," Jay returned off-handedly.

It was Sean's usual greeting, but delivered in an unusually rounded and curt way. Jay turned and saw Sean's expression.

"What's up? Something wrong?" Jay asked.

"Let's just say," Sean began as he removed a beer from his backpack, "I was going to get lucky until a few minutes ago."

"Oh? What happened?"

"Nothing I want to talk about," Sean said, opening the beer, then taking a very long drink from it.

Jay watched Sean's throat working, pushing the beverage downward, and wondered if it would look the same if he was swallowing his wad after sucking him off. He quickly pushed the thought away and asked, 'Anything you do want to talk about?"

Sean kept swallowing and actually finished the beer before crushing the can in his hand and then tossing it into the trashcan next to his desk. He sat down on his small bed, pulled another from his backpack, then said,"No. Just keep doing your work. I'll live." He opened the beer and drank almost the entire can before stopping to belch.

Jay tried not to think of oral sex as he watched Sean swallow repeatedly. He turned back to his keyboard and tried to get back into his work. Sean turned on the radio, then swung his legs up on his bed and finished the beer.

Jay heard another can being opened. He turned and asked, "You going to get wasted?"

"Very," Sean replied, then asked, "Want one?"

"No, thanks," Jay replied without turning from his keyboard.

Sean drank the beer the same way he had the first two. Jay returned to his work. He managed to finish the lesson and began another. Before he finished that lesson, almost an hour later, Sean had drunk another three beers.

"Out," Sean lamented, tossing the empty can into the trash. Then added, "I'm going to get some more. Want any?"

"don't drink," Jay answered.

"Too bad," Sean said, then got up and walked toward the door, almost swaying.

Once the door closed, Jay wondered if he had enough time to masturbate before Sean would get back. He began fondling himself, but he found his mind preoccupied with worry about Sean. It was only a couple of blocks to the liquor store, but as drunk as he might be, anything could happen. He ended up sitting at the window, waiting for Sean to come back.

It was only a few minutes before he saw Sean walking back toward the dorm building. Jay went to the restroom at the end of the halls. When he came back, Sean was on his bed, drinking another beer. Sean usually smiled, even to himself, so seeing a frown on his face was a sure sign something was very wrong.

He asked Sean, "You sure there's nothing you want to talk about?"

He hadn't had many friends, but it wasn't because he didn't care to, it was that he had been labeled as a dork in junior high, and had been so worried about being found out as gay that he'd stayed away from making them. Now, Sean was the only person Jay considered a friend, and that something was bothering him was a thorn in his side.

"No," Sean answered, staring at the beer in his hands. "Nothing you'd want to hear."

"How do you know unless you tell me?"

"Just don't worry about it," Sean said firmly, then finished the beer and opened another.

"How many of those can you drink?"

"As many as I can," Sean said, removing another six-pack from his pack.

He downed most of the beer, then belched loudly. He reached for another.

"Guess I'll watch a flick," Jay said, then put on his headphones and turned to his laptop.

As he watched the movie, he also watched Sean. It wasn't long before Sean fell asleep, mostly sitting up on his bed, back against the headboard, beer tilted at a dangerous angle. Jay sat and admired Sean's sleeping form. He was very fit, lean, slightly muscular, slightly tanned. His brown hair was straight, his brows thin and fine, his lashes thick and dark. His face was slightly narrow, his chin rather pointed. Full, lush, red lips stood out clearly. His package also stood out clearly, as he'd slid down somewhat from his sitting position, causing the jeans to ride up.

Sean's erection returned in moments. He fondled it gently as he looked at Sean sleeping, wishing he had the guts to stalk over and fondle Sean's lap instead of merely his own. He knew Sean slept soundly and was almost impossible to wake up by accident. Jay often got up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, and at first, had been extremely careful not to make any noise. But after a couple of accidents, he'd discovered that it took quite some level of sound to wake him up. After having drunk almost twelve beers, Jay was certain that Sean would sleep through almost anything.

He surprised himself by actually standing up. Still holding his erection, he walked toward Sean. His heart hammered. His erection felt harder than it ever had before as he arrived next to Sean's bed.

It was the most sexually exciting moment of his life. He'd never been so close to someone while excited before, as he thought of sex, never touched himself while so close to someone. And he'd never touched someone else in such a way before.

He held his breath as he leaned down and reached out, then ever so gently placed his hand on Sean's thigh, just an inch below where the sports shorts clung to his package. It was very warm and firm.

He looked up at Sean's face. He was still asleep. This was as close as he'd ever been to him, so he looked closely. In sleep, Sean's face was very relaxed and even smoother than usual. His long, dark lashes stood out. His cheekbones were strong but not sharp. And his large, red, lush lips were parted and moist.

Jay couldn't believe what he was doing. It wasn't like him at all. And he loved it.

Deciding it would make a good cover for what he was doing, and to discern how deeply unconscious Sean was, Jay moved his hand from Sean's thigh then took the beer can from his hand. Sean's fingers relinquished it without resistance, and there was no other reaction from the sleeping Sean. He put the beer on the nightstand, then put his hand back on Sean's thigh.

Jay stood there for long minutes, one hand on Sean's thigh, the other gently fondling his own erection. He looked up at Sean's face often, watching for signs he might be waking. He was so excited that he knew he was going to explode into his shorts soon. His long cock was nearly dancing in his hand through his shorts and underwear. Then, stunned at his own actions, his breath coming in short, rapid gasps, his heart pounding in his chest, he watched his own hand as it slid upward. His fingertips slid beneath the thin material, along Sean's smooth, firm upper thigh.

He couldn't believe what he was feeling. So much warmth! He began gently probing, looking for what was hidden inside the tightly constraining shorts. It was no surprise to find the soft material of Sean's jockey shorts, but it was a bit of a surprise to find such a firmness beneath that. Sean was fully erect.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Jay was suddenly forced onto his back with Sean over him, leering, so close that Jay could smell beer on his breath.

Jay began shaking violently. He hadn't felt so afraid since he'd been bullied back in junior high school. Sean's green eyes continued boring into him, reminding him of past beatings. He liked Sean, considered him a friend, but now that he knew Jay was gay, or at least suspected so, Jay knew that the friendship was over. He briefly wondered if he would end up in the hospital or the morgue. And then he wondered what was involved in changing dorm rooms, if he somehow survived.

Sean was sitting on him and holding both of his arms down firmly on the bed. Sean moved so that he was sitting on Jay's lap, then firmly sat down harder, pressing his buttocks onto Jay's flagging erection. Then he smiled, leaned down, bringing his face closer to Jay's face. Jay tried to push the back of his head into the bed.

"I bet you think about me doing this. And I bet you think about me making you do stuff. Don't you?" Sean asked, nearly close enough to kiss.

Jay stammered a few vowels, unsure of what to say, afraid, but aware that Sean wasn't threatening him in the way he had always been used to.

"I bet you think about me when you jerk it, don't ya?" Sean asked, his face now even closer to Jay's.

More stammered vowels, staccato this time. Jay was nearly paralyzed with fear and shock, but the pressure of Sean's ass on his groin was firing his libido.

"I know what you're like," Sean said softly. "I know what you like. You want someone to take charge. Tell you what to do. How to do it. And make you do it."

Sean's mouth was very close to Jay's now, and Jay had no space left to retreat to. He struggled, but Sean was already completely in control of him.

"I won't make it hurt a lot if you don't try to fight me," Sean said to him, smiling.

"What?" Jay got out before Sean pressed one hand over Jay's mouth as his other hand into Jay's throat. Jay's arms were free, and he pushed both hands against Sean's chest, but he had no chance of pushing him off. He pounded Sean's chest, but Sean just smiled and pushed harder against his throat. He pinned Jay's legs with his ankles and sat with his full weight on Jay's hips. Jay was taller but far slimmer. Sean was stronger and experienced at wrestling.

"Shhh," Sean hissed loudly, as he held Jay in place below him despite Jay's efforts. Sean stared into Jay's eyes. Jay had no choice but to be bared to the bone by Sean's gaze. Sean slid down, now lying on top of Jay, and gyrated his hips over Jay's, grinding his erection into Jay's with force.

"I can gank you out, and fuck you while you're out. I won't like it as much, but" maybe, I might like it more that way." Sean grinned. "I won't have to worry you might scream or something. Hmmm?"

Jay shook his head from side to side violently.

"You want it while you're awake, don't'cha?"

Sean waited for an answer for several seconds, then asked again.

Jay knew Sean was drunk, and apparently very horny, but the idea of him opening a sexual encounter seemed entirely unlikely. Sean had never given any hints that he was interested, or had any experience with guys. Sean had bragged about dating and chasing girls, and his sexual exploits with them.

Yet he could feel Sean's erection grinding into his own.

Jay relented and let his arms fall to his side. His fear was still paramount, but a sexual thrill was growing in his groin as Sean's hardness pressed against his.

"Good boy. Take it like a man, not a little girl. Right? Yeah?"

Jay nodded, both frightened and excited.

"Good," Sean said, pushing his hard dick into Jay's groin with each word, "Gonna, like, this."

Sean shifted his arms in a quick movement, and suddenly he held Jay's hands down on the bed again. Now the smile on Jay's face was no longer hidden under Sean's hand.

Sean smiled wider, then crushed his generous lips onto Jay's. Jay whimpered, but Sean's mouth and tongue smothered it and Sean's own growl of lust. They began gyrating with each other, kissing, Sean nearly crushing Jay's hands with his own.

Sean broke the increasing kisses, then asked, "You're gonna do everything I tell you. Right?"

Jay nodded, grinning.

"Just what I say, and just the way I say. Right?"

Jay nodded.

"You're not gonna make a sound. Not a one. Right?"

Sean squeezed Jay's hands until joints popped.

Jay hissed his breath inward, grinning wider, blushing darker. He nodded.

"It's gonna hurt, and you're gonna take it. Like a man. And silently. Right?"

Jay bit his own smiling lip, then nodded.

"You're gonna take off all my clothes, and you're gonna lick everywhere as the light hits it. Got it? So slow, and kiss it as the light does, or else."

Jay nodded. When Sean released his hands and rolled onto his back, Jay moved so that he could slide the t-shirt upward, kissing side to side, rolling the shirt upward. When Sean's nipples were being licked as well as kissed, Sean slapped the back of Jay's head smartly.

"I didn't say lick anything. That was one. Each one's gonna be harder. Get me?"

"Yes."

Another, harder smack on the back of Jay's head.

"I said silence!" Sean hissed.

Jay nodded, cowed, smiling.

He wasn't sure what he was doing, or what he was getting into, but it was entirely hot and exciting. He liked being told what to do, and he seemed to like the threat of danger and pain.

"Back to work," Sean told him.

Jay obeyed. His pulse raced. His breath came rapidly. He whimpered softly, so softly that Sean couldn't be sure. He couldn't help it. He had never been so turned on before. Not only was there someone else involved, but it was also in a way he had been fantasizing about for some time. It wasn't exactly as he'd dreamed and thought of as he'd jerked himself off, but it was certainly a lot like it.

It was better.

Jay removed one of Sean's arms from the t-shirt, kissing his shoulder and the bare skin under his arm, then the other, and then he pulled it over Sean's head and placed it on the table.

"Now, shoes and socks. And keep using those lips on me as the light hits it."

Jay nodded and did as he was told. He wasn't too into kissing Sean's feet, but being forced to was a huge turn-on. He made sure each toe was kissed before the sock was removed and placed carefully into a shoe. Then the other.

"Now, lay on me."

Sean held the back of Jay's head as they kissed. When Jay let a small groan grow too loud, a sharp crack on the back of his head reminded him to remain quiet. That slap only increased Jay's gyrations against Sean's body below him.

"Now, take off my shorts. And don't touch my dick or balls, or I slap yours. So lay so I can reach"em."

Jay did as ordered, taking a sixty-nine position on his side next to Sean. Sean massaged his buttocks as Jay kissed his waist. He could smell Sean's groin, and the aroma did something inside of Jay that he instantly loved. His eyes looked longingly at the constrained erection and the bulges below it. Sean's cock was thick and long behind his tight briefs, and it looked to be nearly as long as his own. He loved the length of it, wanted it in his hands, his mouth, and his ass. He wanted to touch it so badly, but he knew it wasn't what Sean wanted. At least, not yet. He wanted more than anything to at least graze it with his nose, but he knew what would come. He didn't like the pain, but he liked being afraid of it. He liked the threat of it. He rolled Sean's shorts down and kissed his thighs, and then down both of Sean's legs as they came out of the shorts.

Sean's hand was massaging Jay's buttocks, but never his groin. Jay's cock was pulsing in slow waves, almost as if he were cumming. His balls ached, too. His whole body felt like his stomach did during an orgasm " tense, charged, quivering. Having someone else caressing his ass was intensely erotic.

"Now, stand over me and take off everything."

Jay did as he was told. When he was down to his briefs, Sean told him to stop. Sean reached up and followed the long arc of Jay's cock several times, end to end. He followed the contours of the ridges on the head, making Jay shiver and his balls rise up high. Then he pulled Jay's briefs down and Jay stepped out of them. Jay's cock was very long and slim. Almost perfectly straight, with subtle edges and a cone-shaped head. His balls were nicely sized, but his tight scrotum was holding them close to his body. His sandy-blond pubic hair was fuzzy but not thick at the base of his long penis, and a slight fuzz was growing on the inside of his thighs.

"Fucking amazing," Sean said admiringly. "I know you're longer than me, but I'll take it all, later. But first, you're gonna take all of mine. Quietly. And without stopping. Now, on your hands and knees over me, sixty-nine style, but don't even breathe on my dick or balls."

Once Jay was in place over him, Sean wrapped Jay's underwear around two fingers, spat on the tip of the cloth covering his fingers, and then wiped Jay's pink hole with them.

"This is now mine," Sean said. "No one else can touch it. Not even yourself. Not even when you're alone. Understand?"

Jay nodded. Sean finished with the briefs, then attacked Jay's ass with his tongue. Jay fought back gasps and groans as Sean's tongue licked and probed his anus. He could feel Sean spitting through his hole, into him. He could feel Sean's tongue pushing its way into him. Soon, Sean was pushing a finger into him.

"So, my finger's not the first thing in you, is it?"

"No," Jay admitted with a snicker.

A sharp slap to Jay's dangling balls reminded him to remain quiet. That was followed by three fingers forcing their way into him. He bit back a yell of pain, allowing only a small grunt to escape.

"I'll let that one pass," Sean said.

He told Jay to remove his briefs with his teeth, but not to touch his cock or balls in any way. That took considerable care and time. Tim Sean spent gliding his three fingers into and out of Jay's loosening circle. Once the white briefs were gone, Sean's long, thick cock lay on his belly, reaching up nearly to his navel.

Jay stared at it, admiring it, wanting badly to at least touch it, though he ached to take it into his mouth. The aroma was making him salivate. It was at least seven inches long, curved a little to the left. The hair at the base was brown and thick. The head was prominent and heavily ridged, and with a large, oval, open hole in the tip. The balls hung low and were large, and the brown hairs showed up clearly against the white skin. Very little hair surrounded his privates or grew on his muscular yet lean thighs.

Sean spat onto his fingers and then moved them deeply into Jay's pink sphincter. Jay tried not to groan as those fingers found a sensitive place and began massaging it. He had never felt anything quite like it before. He had to fight the urge to groan and moan with all his concentration.

Jay's cock jumped, then a string of pre-cum dangled from it. Jay felt as if he sneezed he would blow off a wad so large he would end up with a rupture.

"On your back."

Jay complied. Sean pushed his cock against Jay's lips. Jay opened his mouth and moved his head forward to take the cock, but Sean pulled it back.

"Only the tip. Only the head. Go past it" Sean warned vaguely, raising a hand.

Jay nodded, then followed the directions. Finally, Jay felt a cock in his mouth that wasn't his own. The taste made his saliva flow freely. He moved his tongue around the thick head and began applying suction.

"Suck, and suck like your balls depended on it!" Sean said firmly, as he gave a firm squeeze to Jay's balls. "Ah! Yes!"

Sean moved his head in and out of Jay's lips, groaning and giving directions. He played with Jay's cock and balls, but never stroked it or touched the head. Jay gyrated wildly.

"You've got the biggest dick I've ever seen. How long is it?" Sean asked.

Jay was unsure whether to speak until Jay slapped his balls after pulling his dick from his mouth.

"Eight inches and three quarters."

"Serious?"

Jay nodded.

"Fuck! What a cock! When did it get so huge?"

Jay turned scarlet and grinned.

"When?" Sean asked again, then slapped Jay's balls again, harder.

"When I was thirteen. It started growing. Just got long."

"Monster! And I will take all of it. Every last inch. But first, you gotta take mine."

Sean pulled his cock's head out of Jay's mouth, made Jay roll onto his front, then slid down the bed until he could spit into Jay's ass. Then he began licking it.

Another new, awesome sensation flashed through Jay's nerves. It took all of his concentration to remember to remain silent despite the nearly overwhelming urge to groan, moan, and even laugh.

Then Sean began sliding three fingers in and out of it. Nearly every thrust brought that intense internal thrill of his prostate being bumped.

After at least a full minute, Sean told Jay to roll over, then he took Jay's long cock-head into his mouth and licked every centimeter of it. He never sucked. Jay still shuddered with the pleasure of someone else's tongue lashing his sensitive head.

After a minute or so, Sean said, "It's time. Sit on my cock and take it all. Like a man. Now!"

Jay positioned himself over Sean's hips, positioned Sean's cock against his quivering hole, and began to impale himself on it. It was his first time, and somewhat awkward, but Jay had put other things in himself before. Within a couple of moments, Jay was sweating as he hovered over Sean and forced the thick hardness into himself.

It hurt, and Jay did all he could to remain silent, but Sean was urging him downward sooner than he was comfortable with. The pain and pressure in that sensitive area were overwhelming Jay, and he was frightened as well as incredibly turned on. His whole body thrummed with the intensity of the moment.

When Sean placed his hands on Jay's thighs and pulled him down while he thrust upward, Jay squealed. Sean slapped his hanging balls sharply, making Jay jolt in pain.

Sean pushed upward and pulled Jay downward. Jay had never had anything so thick in him before, and it was all he could do not to cry out. He was covered with sweat and shaking as the cheeks of his ass finally came to rest on Sean's hips.

"Good boy. Now ride me."

Jay raised himself, then dropped down. He began moving up and down in a regular motion, almost panting. What little pain had existed at first was now pleasure. Sean demanded more speed. Jay moved faster.

"Not enough!" Sean said, then threw Jay over on his side then rolled Jay onto his back.

He pushed Jay's legs up, knees against his chest, spat onto and into him. He then spat several times onto his own cock head, then he positioned himself. He pushed his cock all the way into Jay in one movement. Jay groaned in pain, and again when Sean slapped his face.

"Quiet!"

Sean began thrusting, quickly and deeply. He groaned softly with each thrust, pressing Jay's legs into his chest, constricting his breathing. Often, Jay's balls were crushed by Sean's powerful thrusts. That pain was exquisitely intense. The sound of slapping skin drowned out Jay's little whimpers. Both of them were sweating and panting now.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Nice ass! Oh, fuck, ain't, gonna, be, long! Fuck!"

Faster and faster, Sean pounded Jay, forcing a small grunt out of Jay with each crushing thrust. Especially when his balls were slammed by Sean's efforts. Jay could feel the hot, yielding mass of Sean's cock moving through his rectum. It was better than he had imagined. It filled and emptied him, thrilling him to his core. His cock twitched and pulsed, leaking pre-cum that dripped into his navel.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Oh, man, I'm gonna, fill, you, up! Yes!"

Sean began repeating, "Yes!" with each breath and thrust. Then, "Fuck!" and he pushed all the way inside of Jay, held there trembling, and groaned out a long, slow groan as he pumped his semen into Jay, his cock spasming violently.

Jay felt Sean's cock pumping inside of him. It felt as if this was the real reason for the existence of his anus, this was what it was really for. The warm wetness spreading inside of him seemed to be more than possible for one person to ejaculate. Sean's little movements as he came sent waves of pleasure through Jay's entire body.

Jay watched as Sean's eyes rolled upward, his lips parted in a grimace of ecstasy as his face turned red. He had never seen another guy cum in person before, and watching Sean's attractive features convulsed in an orgasm nearly put Jay into his own final approach.

The swelling of his cock was painful now. His balls hurt, actually hurt, and his rectum hurt with Sean's thick, hard cock still throbbing as it finished pumping his hot semen into him.

When Sean stopped moving, then opened his eyes, Jay was smiling up at him. Sean stretched down and kissed him powerfully.

When Sean pulled himself from inside of Jay, he let his legs straighten out with a groan of pain at their aches. He flinched, waiting for the slap. Instead, Sean took one of Jay's balls into each of his hands, then grinned at Jay.

Jay trembled, waiting for the pain he knew was coming, that he deserved. It came, and Sean grinned. Jay smiled as he grimaced. Then Sean began stroking Jay's long cock with both of his hands. In only seconds, Jay felt his body tensing and the waves of release building up beneath his balls.

Jay opened his mouth to say so, but remembered his instructions and bit it back. Sean knew what he was going to say.

Sean slammed his hands down to the base of Jay's cock just as it began jerking, and held them there, pulling the skin back tightly, almost painfully.

"OH GOD!" Jay grunted behind his teeth as his back arched.

Jay's cock felt as if it were ripping open from the inside outward as his balls pushed through his urethra. As he pumped his hot semen onto another's hands for the first time, Jay lost his breath. His eyes closed tightly, his lips curled, his body tensed, and joints popped. Wave after wave of powerful pulses throbbed through his cock as his semen flew in high arcs to land in long strings from his chin to his pubic hair.

Finally, he collapsed. He struggled to pull away as Sean's tongue began cleaning him up, but Sean held his cock, licking all over it, driving Jay into convulsions.

"Please!" Jay begged, knowing it wouldn't do any good, but unable not to.

Sean slapped his balls again, making Jay shudder once. Then Sean slid his lips over Jay's hot, sensitive head, and sucked him for the first time. Jay had never felt anything like it. He had been sucking his own head for some time, but was only able to get just the head into his own mouth. The suction he gave himself had felt very good, but what Sean was doing to him now was many times as pleasurable.

It went on forever to Jay. He needed Sean to stop, but he wouldn't. The sensations were growing so powerful that Jay was afraid he would pass out. Tension rose from between his thighs and seemed to rob him of breath and strength.

It felt as if it went on for hours. He was spent, exhausted, cramping, but Sean kept sucking and licking, bobbing up and down, and stroking his long cock.

It became bearable, but barely. And it went on. And on. Jay felt as if he had been in bed with Sean for days. His body felt as if he were drained of blood and merely alive on will alone. Only the extreme pleasure kept him alive.

Sean was sucking Jay's head and stroking his long cock loosely with both hands, running over the edges of his head, when Jay hissed, "Sean! OH, GOD DAMN!"

Jay felt an orgasm coming that was already robbing him of the ability to control his breathing. He had never been given head before, other than his own attempts, and having his first blow-job come directly after the first orgasm he had ever had with someone else was so intense that he began to feel as if he were separating from his body.

The pressure built further, causing Jay's legs to run in place. He was sweating profusely and his entire body began to convulse. Sean felt Jay's cum slam into the back of his throat with so much force it made him cough. He lost the rest of the hot cum as he moved away to cough and clear his throat. Jet after jet of white fired into the air, arced, and landed on Jay's belly with audible slaps.

Jay's breath caught in his throat, his pulse pounded in his ears and his cock. The orgasm pulled his body apart and sent waves through him that halted his breath and wracked his muscles.

Suddenly, Jay gasped, and fell limp like a rag doll, panting and sweating and shaking.

"You're not done. I want off again, right now. And you'll swallow it all. Miss a drop and I hurt you."

Sean slid up Jay's body, straddling him, then slid his cock into Jay's mouth. Jay took it despite the smell and taste of his own ass, and worked it as Sean instructed him. It was almost impossible to do what Sean demanded. He was panting for breath, and having Sean's long, thick cock in his mouth hindered his breathing. But he did as he was told. When he was told to, he cupped Sean's balls, massaged them, licked and sucked at Sean's head, and used his tongue as commanded.

For long minutes Sean thrust his long cock in and out of Jay's mouth. The taste of his own ass faded, replaced by Sean's cock and pre-cum. That made Jay suck and lick all that much harder. He loved the taste of Sean's cock and his pre-cum, and couldn't wait for the hot cum.

"Take it all! Every last fucking drop! One spilled drop out of your lips and I crush one of these!"

Sean grabbed Jay's balls and squeezed them tightly.

Sean's cock swelled and jerked in Jay's mouth, and without warning, Sean shoved himself all the way into Jay's mouth, and into his throat, gagging him. Sean didn't relent, and his cum rolled down the back of Jay's throat as Jay gagged and coughed some cum out through his nose.

Jay did his best, but some white drips formed at the corners of his mouth along with the streams from his nose. He was still coughing through his nose, doing his best not to do so into Sean's cock, or to suffocate.

To Jay, it seemed to go on forever. The hot, thick cum filled his mouth and nose with their taste and smell. It was hard to breathe with the heavy stuff clogging his nose and the back of his throat. Pulse after pulse of hot cum filled his throat and Jay struggled not to gag, and to breathe. He managed to swallow, finally, and he could feel Sean's thickness in his throat as it worked around it.

"Oh, man! That's it! All of it!" Sean cried.

Gagging still, the thick cum in his nose and nasal passages, Jay learned to work his throat around a hard cock in it.

"That's it! That's how you do it!" Sean grunted as his body shuddered at the sensation of Jay's throat muscles working around his ejaculating head.

Then his orgasm waned, and he demanded, "Clean me up!"

Jay licked, sucked, and swallowed, trying to breathe, too. Sean pulled his cock from Jay's mouth and lay down on top of him. The two young men smiling at each other. Once Jay was breathing smoothly, Sean kissed him.

"You okay now?"

Jay nodded, a grin returning to his lips.

"Was it too rough?"

Jay shook his head, still grinning.

"Good. Then can we do this again?"

Jay nodded and snickered, blushing darker.

"Good. You are not allowed to jerk off. Period." Sean grabbed Jay's balls and gently squeezed them. "Or else. Understand?"

Jay smiled and nodded.

"You can talk now."

"Thank you," Jay said. He saw that Sean's smile wavered a little, and he wondered why, until it occurred to him what he had forgotten. "Master."

"Good boy. Tomorrow night, wear clothes you won't mind losing, and shower really well. Now, get some sleep. You're gonna need your energy tomorrow."

"Yes, sir."

Sean kissed him once, quickly, then sat up beside him.

"Get in your own bed. But you'd better blow your nose and clean up, first."

Jay gathered his clothes, then went to his bed. His nose was full of Sean's cum, and it took a lot of blowing to clear it out. He used wet-wipes on his face after licking his lips clean first.

Meanwhile, Sean cleaned himself with paper towel then wet-wipes.

They watched each other the entire time.

Sean was glad he had a new slave, and one that wasn't experienced, and one that was so willing.

Jay was overjoyed he had his first lover. His first master.

Both were smiling and happy, enjoying the sights.

When they were clean, Sean walked to the light switch. Jay watched him every step, admiring every inch of his body. Sean paused, smiling at Jay, letting him get a good look, then turned off the lights.

It had been awesome. Not exactly as he'd dreamed or fantasized, but better in some ways. He wondered if Sean would ever stay in the bed with him overnight. He wanted to feel his strong arms around him all night. He ached to find out what that was like. At least now he knew what it was like to be with someone. To be owned.

It was wonderful.

End of Chapter One.

For the rest of the story, see here.

 

 

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