I stared at the empty door frame replaying the moment just a few seconds before. All the sounds echoing into the room from the dorm, guys talking or joking around, video games, music blaring, television being watched, and the sound of movement down the corridor, was just white noise. The only thing I heard was a replay of Roberto coming to the door and telling me Derek wanted to see me.
Derek, in room 325. One of the jocks. Tall, over six foot, blonde, blue eyed, and muscular. I pictured him strolling down the corridor in just those ratty gym shorts he wore all the time. A bare smooth chest with pecs and flat stomach only a regular routine at the gym could produce. And the biceps to go with it. The right a sleeve in progress, the theme something I never dared get close enough to figure out.
It was only three weeks into my freshman year and already I felt as trapped as I did in high school. Only back then, I could leave school and rush home to the security of my room. On campus in the dorm, there was always someone lurking about, and it seemed far too often to be Derek.
I looked at the empty door frame and pictured Roberto standing in it.
Hey Troy, Derek said to tell you to come to his room for a minute.
Then Roberto was gone; no doubt to Frank and Tyler’s room to play video games. It meant nothing to Roberto, just another interaction among the guys.
I stood and glanced in the mirror. White nylon gym shorts that hung to my knees and a ratty old black T-shirt with NIN graphics. Then I looked at me, the person within the clothes. Five foot eight, lean to the point of being skinny, with black hair and skin so fair I did not dare go out into the sun without a shirt. I stared into my dark brown eyes wondering if Derek had seen through me, seen the person I’ve been hiding for over three weeks, ever since moving into the dorm a few days prior to classes.
It was nothing, probably going to ask for my notes from History or Calculus. That is what I told myself to get my feet to work.
I eased out of the door and into the corridor, swinging to the right to let Joey pass pushing his bicycle.
“It’s late for a ride, isn’t it?” I asked, knowing it was nearly ten o’clock.
“Best time to ride,” Joey replied as he pushed onward, heading to the elevators, and I was left to return to my inner dialogue about why Derek wanted to see me. I replayed some of his past comments when we crossed paths.
You’re Troy right? Down in 312?
Hey, we’re going down to play some tag football. You want to play?
You’re in my history class, the one at nine with Hatcher.
You should stop wearing baggy clothes and wear something that doesn’t hide your body.
I saw you coming from P.E. You had the swim test, didn’t you.
You like what you see?
Who are you staring at, Troy. Anyone of interest?
Are you a virgin? It’s okay if you are.
Do you think I look good?
You ever fuck around with someone?
The comments became more personal, more insinuating as the days passed. Then I found Derek standing at my door one day. Afterward I berated myself several times for not closing it. Living in the dorm had to be getting to me. I was getting as careless as the other guys, leaving the door open when I changed or as I did on that afternoon Derek was at the door, came out of the bathroom toweling my hair dry without a stitch of clothing on. I was naked and let Derek, the big jock bastard in room 325, see me.
It was after this he asked if I was a virgin then later, asked if he looked good, and did I ever fuck around with someone. What were his intentions. I was convinced it wasn’t anything good. No doubt he intended to embarrass me in front of the other guys. Maybe he figured it out, the one secret I had kept from everyone. It would be a perfect torment if he was the person who figured out Troy Lockwood was gay. A closeted boy, too introverted to come out to anyone on the floor.
At room 325, I stared at the closed door, surprised it wasn’t standing open as it normally would be. I felt some relief this wasn’t going to be some public flogging by the jock, then grew anxious, wondering what Derek was really up to. I leaned closer to the door, with an ear turned to it. I could hear music, something electronic, repetitive, the perfect music for background noise. Was he studying? Is that why he wanted to see me. Maybe help with something in calculus.
I raised my hand, balled it into a fist, ready to rap the door a couple of times. I stared at it, worried something was about to happen that would hurt my feelings, or worse, embarrass me in front of the guys on the floor. A deep breath, then I swung my fist to knock.
Instead of a solid knocking sound, the door pushed open, and I saw a small card fall to the floor. Derek had jimmied the latch, but why. Then I heard it, the shower running, and looked into the room to see the bathroom door standing wide open.
Son of a bitch.
“Derek…it’s Troy.”
Nothing.
“Derek?” I called out a little louder.
“Troy? Come on in and close the door, will you?” came Derek’s voice from the bathroom.
I pulled the door closed, wondering if I should have jimmied the latch for a faster escape. I might need it. Stepping further into the room, it seemed intimate, with only the lamp on the nightstand on. The bulb must have been a really low wattage for it barely lit up the room. I passed the bathroom door fighting the urge to look in. I wanted to see what that jock bastard looked like naked.
There I said it. Yes, I wanted to see him in all his glory. I’d seen him without a shirt so often I could probably draw him in my sleep. Perfectly formed pecs. A flat as fuck stomach. Smooth skin. A fucking god in any good porno…not that I watched that many. Just a few…here and there. Okay, a lot, but who the fuck hasn’t.
But it was what I hadn’t seen that aroused my curiosity and something else. Yes, I had masturbated to the one person who scared the shit of me the most. Was that some sort of fetish or something?
“Hey,” said Derek.
I turned. I gasped. Then looked away, then back again.
Derek was standing not ten feet away toweling his hair dry…naked. His cock hung heavy over its sac. Was it partially erect or was it a monster when fully erect. I wanted to know.
“Derek, get dressed,” I stammered.
“Don’t pretend to be such a prude, Troy.”
I had to divert my attention, so I decided to sit down. The chair for his desk had a backpack in it, so I turned to the other side of the room and went to his unmade bed and sat.
Fuck, my heart was racing. And I felt short of breath. Dear god, was I going to have a panic attack? Now? I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I saw Derek moving out of the corner of my eye. The towel over the head drying the hair, then the towel tossed across the room landing on the chair with the backpack.
“Troy?”
“Yeah, Derek.”
“I’ve seen how you look at me.”
“How do I look at you,” I replied, trying hard not to look now.
“Like you could eat me or something.”
Yeah, I could eat you up, you fucking jock bastard. “Jesus, Derek.”
“It’s okay.”
“What’s okay.”
“Whatever it is you think about when you look at me.”
Goddamn it, Derek, are you seriously going there. For if you do…
“And what if…what if it is something you might find disgusting?”
“You’re not into piss and shit, are you?”
I turned to look at Derek, shocked at the suggestion, and he laughed. Really, laughed.
“No, Derek, I’m not into anything twisted,” I replied and felt my face break into a smile. The idea of me being into something like that was funny. Too funny, and I began to laugh.
“That’s better,” said Derek, coming over to the bed and sitting next to me. Sitting right next to me, so close his thigh touched my hand. Damn. And it was right there. I could see it so clearly. The cock with its flared head and wrinkled skin just below showing it had plenty to grow longer. And below it, a sac stretched out with two large nuts in it. And the jock did a lot of trimming for the pubes were short and neatly trimmed over the cock.
Vain bastard. I looked at his chest wondering if he shaved it.
“You’re looking at me again,” said Derek.
“Yes,” I replied absentmindedly as my eyes went back to that cock. It flexed, then stretched out a little longer.
“Troy, you can touch me.”
“I can.”
“Yeah.”
“What? NO, no, you’ll make fun of me, call me faggot or—”
“Troy, no I won’t do that to you. I won’t say anything to the guys. It’ll just between us.”
“Do you think I’m gay?”
“Gay. Straight and curious. Bi-sexual. I don’t know.”
“What about you?”
Derek laughed, then leaned back resting on his hands. His torso stretched out and I wanted to run my hand down that chest and over that impossibly flat stomach and down until…until…until that cock was in my hand. I saw his head turn toward me and I looked up into those blue eyes.
“Yeah, I’m gay. You haven’t noticed?”
“I…I was too scared to notice.”
“I figured as much. But you’re not scared now, are you?”
“I…” I looked down that muscular body until my eyes were on that cock and knew it was alright. Derek wanted me to look. “No, Derek, I’m not.”
“And you want to touch me?”’
“Yes.”
“What about me?”
“You?”
“Yeah, can I touch you?”
Derek placed a hand on my thigh, and I know I was staring wide eyed back at him. He smiled, then leaned toward me, getting closer and closer and I closed my eyes when his lips touched mine. The hand moved up my thigh until it was manipulating my growing cock. I was getting hard despite my fears and anxieties. He pushed me to lay back and moved over me while manipulating it. He kissed down my neck, bit the neck of my T-shirt, then he ripped it.
“Derek.”
“Shhh.”
The shirt ripped down the front as he tugged on it. I felt the exposure, the air caressing my skin, then his lips moving down my chest. I moaned and reached over his thigh for that cock. I took it in hand, stroked it as his lips moved over my chest. A tongue worked on the right nipple then teeth bit down on it. I shuddered with the pain of it, then realized my shorts and boxers were around my ankles and my hardening cock was in his hand.
I tried to think about what was next. What would Derek expect from me. Was I to suck him off or let him fuck my ass. Or maybe he wanted both; to pump a load down my throat then one into my ass. My cock flexed in his hand at the wicked thought of being Derek’s sex toy.
So, imagine my surprise when he moved off the bed, pulled my feet free of the shorts and boxers and pushed his big muscular body up between my legs. I raised my head to watch not believing what I was seeing. He licked up my thigh. Dragged his goddamn tongue over my nut sac, then tugged on my nuts until I was shivering and biting my tongue to keep from telling him to do it harder, for it made my cock flex. Then I watched him hold my seven-inch cock up, lick up its length, tongue the head, then slip lips over it and push down. He pushed down until his nose was pressed into my abdomen and he had every inch.
Fuck, I was going to cum too soon.
I didn’t come, for Derek just held my cock in his wet…warm…slick…mouth. Just held it. Held it in his mouth. I fell back and closed my eyes, focused on the sensation of Derek, the big jock, holding my erection in his mouth.
Then he wasn’t holding it anymore. He was moving on it, lips sliding upward, then down, then he opened his mouth and used it tongue to stroke up and down my cock. I clutched that bed in a death grip and pushed upward with the hips. And he let me. In fact, he encouraged me to keep doing it, slipping his hands under my ass, cupping each cheek and guiding me to keep working my hips.
I pumped my cock into that bastard’s mouth until I wanted to tell him ‘I love you’. You know that sexually aroused state where you’d say anything, to get to come in their mouth.
Then I did. I came so hard I cried out and shoved upward. And he took it. Every fucking wad that spurts out of my cock. Some even dribbled out of his mouth and back down my cock, and he wrapped those lips around it and sucked it clean while the last dribbled out of my cock.
Goddamn. Derek sucked skinny Troy’s cock. I smiled at the experience of it. Then I wanted more from the jock bastard. I wanted his cock, and I sat up, slipped my hands under his arms and pulled upward. He understood what I wanted and came to his feet as I slid off the bed to the floor. His cock hung heavy in my face. All ten or eleven inches of it. Goddamn, it was huge…and thick. Could I handle that?
I was going to find out.
I held it by the base, fingers barely fitting around it, and stared at the gapping slit. I squeezed the shaft, and that clear shit pooled in the slit. I licked that sweetness right off, then tongued the head until ole Derek was moaning. Then I tried. By god, I tried. I took that cock into my mouth and pushed forward as far as I could, then held my breath and pushed a little further. But I couldn’t take all of it. But Derek didn’t seem to care. He was shivering and moaning and uttering something. I pulled back, looked up at Derek with half his cock in my mouth, focusing on what he was mumbling until I made it out.
“Fuck, that feels good…your mouth…feels so good…don’t stop…please, Troy…don’t stop.”
You don’t have to tell me twice. I worked my mouth on that cock every way I knew how. I tongued it. I licked it up and down. I put my lips over that flared head and sucked. I even lightly bit down on it, making Derek shudder. Then he pleaded for me not to stop. I kept it up, using my mouth to pleasure Derek’s cock until hands were holding my head letting him fuck my mouth.
“OH. Fuck!” Derek exclaimed.
Cum hit the back of my throat then filled my mouth making me swallow over and over until that jock’s cock finally stopped spurting.
I sat back and wiped my mouth looking up at him. I looked from his half hard dripping cock up to his blue eyes staring down at me. It was a look I can only describe as hungrily. Like he could eat me alive.
“I knew you’d be willing,” Derek uttered as he squeezed his cock until a final drop of cum pooled in the slit.
I leaned forward and licked it off.
“Nasty bastard,” said Derek. He reached down and easily lifted me off the floor and practically tossed me on the bed. “I’m not done with you.”
Oh yeah, more fun time with the big jock bastard. I thought he was going to put that big cock in my ass and fuck me. I was about to raise my legs when he shocked me, climbing on the bed and knee walking over my body. He lowered that firm round ass down on my cock and rocked back and forth, rubbing it until I was hard again.
“You’ll let me?” I asked. I couldn’t believe he was going to do it.
“Yeah, of course. I like to receive as well as give,” Derek uttered as he rose on knees and took my cock in hand.
Jesus, he was going to do it. I watched that ass lower until it pushed down on my cock. Damn, he was tight. As my cock squeezed through his opening, I began to wonder if he was too tight. Was that possible? Could he squeeze my cock too hard? I shuddered with the feel of it, how that ass just squeezed the hell out of my cock as it slid down over the head and an inch, then another of the shaft.
Derek held still, breathing hard and the muscles in his chest and stomach flexed tight. Then he did it, that porn star pose, where he clasped his hands behind his head and flexed those big biceps. I reached out and ran my hand down the stomach until I had fingers wrapped around thick cock, and I manipulated it until he was moving. Slowly upward, then down, over and over, sinking my cock deeper and deeper until he had all of me and his cock was drooling.
Then Derek was moving with a steady fuck. He leaned back resting on his hands and worked his ass until it was smacking down on my hips. I watched his cock flop around. I watched his nut sac draw up tight. I watched his ass move on my cock as I felt it too. He kept it up until his skin was glistening with sweat and rivulets trickled down his face. I held his ankles in a death grip and found myself starting to push upward. The more aroused I got the harder I pushed up when his ass came down. The bed squeaked and rocked but our moans and grunts were louder. The room closed in around me, nothing but Derek on my cock existed.
“Derek…”
“Do it. Do it. Pump that shit in me,” said Derek.
I came, shoving upward with every ejaculation. Derek slammed his ass down, pinned me to the bed as my cock kept spurting wad after wad into him, and he stroked his cock just a few times and rained cum over his chest and stomach.
I woke wrapped up in Derek’s arms and his naked body spooned against my back. I shifted and it woke him, and he snuggled up tighter, pushed against my ass, and I knew he was erect. His cock was pressed between my cheeks. I reached between us slipping my hand down until I could touch it. He pushed it through my fingers, and I was reminded of its size. I pictured some porn scene where this small-framed guy took this huge cock, took it so easily I wondered if I could do the same for Derek. I sure as fuck was going to find out.
“Derek…I want to try.”
Try? Fuck, who in the hell was I kidding. I wasn’t going to try to take Derek’s big fat cock. I was going to do it.
Derek pushed me to lay on my stomach and he moved over me. He pumped that cock along the crevice of my ass cheeks, and I pushed my ass up. He raised up higher and pushed his cock down so it would push straight toward his target, my asshole. I felt that blunt weapon press against it, push harder and harder until I was stretching to take it. Dear god it was such a rush. The pain of it mixed with the pleasure. My cock flexed beneath me as my ass opened to that cock. I felt it penetrate me, inch after inch, wondering if it would ever stop. Then wondering if I wanted it to.
Lips touched the back of my neck as hips pressed against my ass. I had all of him, every fucking inch, and he held still letting me feel the fullness of his penetration. I felt impaled. I felt my own sex, hard and flexing with my arousal. I moved beneath the big masculine man, pushed upward with my ass and undulated whorishly showing my pleasure at his penetration. He wrapped an arm around my neck and pulled my head up, kissing and nipping at my right ear. I felt his cock tug outward, slowly, until it felt as if Derek was going to slip free, then he pushed back in, just as slowly, inch after inch until hips were once again against my ass. He kept it up, working that cock inside me until in the steady rhythm of a fuck.
It was an indescribable feeling. That big fat cock sinking into my depths. The fullness of it. How it pushed the air out of me and made me clutch at the bed. I pushed up to take it, tried to get it deeper. An irrational desire for more.
Derek rose to his knees and pulled me to mine. He bearhugged me around the neck and pulled me back against his chest. We rubbed and bumped against each other as he thrust into my depths. I held his thighs feeling their flex with his movement. Every push inward, hips banging against ass. It shoved my hips out and made my own cock flop around. I closed my eyes as he tightened his hold and fucked.
A hand slid down my lean torso and took my cock. It stroked me with an urgency, as fast and furious as his fuck.
Then I was empty. Cock slipped free of my hole. But hands were moving me, turning me, then getting me to lay back. The hands took each leg behind the knee and soon each was pressed against my chest. I felt my ass open to him, spread wide and waiting. His cock racked across it, then centered on my hole. I clutched the bed as it sank into my depths, all the way, and Derek began to fuck. Fuck hard, hammering my insides.
Jesus, how long could he last.
A long time evidently.
He fucked until sweat rained down on me. He fucked until that cock moved easily through my loosened opening. He fucked until I pleaded with him not to stop; to keep going. And he did. He kept fucking until my own flexed, then shot cum up my chest. As I ejaculated wad after wad and my ass spasm around that big fat cock, Derek didn’t slow. He fucked until I was spent and gasping for breath, and only then did he finally bury his cock in my ass and come.
When I woke up next, light was spilling through the blinds illuminating the room. I was alone. I sat up and realized I heard the shower running. I eased out of bed feeling like I had started an exercise program, instead of having sex, and went into the bathroom. Derek was rinsing shampoo from his hair, and I slid the shower door open and stepped in behind him.
“Make room,” I uttered as I moved up against him.
He turned, kissed me, then began to bathe me. His hands went everywhere. Soapy and slick, they moved over my chest, back, ass and around my cock. Then he stooped before me and bathed each leg.
“You want to go get breakfast before class?” said Derek.
“Sounds good. I’ll just run to my room and get dressed.”
I eased out of the door wearing just the shorts, boxers rolled up in one hand and the T-shirt in the garbage. A few doors were open, but the corridor was empty. I headed to my room and just as I came to room 315, Roberto came out heading to class.
“Hey,” he uttered casually as he locked his door.
“Hey,” I replied slipping past him.
I was just coming to my door when Roberto called out.
“Troy, are you just getting back from Derek’s?”
“I...huh…sort of.”
He laughed, and as he passed me, he uttered in a low voice. “I knew it.”
Oh, the sleeve tattoo was Alice in Wonderland.
