"I was just wondering?" And then I remembered. "You promised to tell me why you know so much about me and what I am and what I like and why I like it?"
He looked at me and smiled, "That is a long story. Maybe you'll get some of it tonight"
I sat back then and took a deep breath and smelled the piss that was all over me. Then I ran my tongue around my mouth and tried to taste his cum again.
Crazy pictures and thoughts ran through my head as we drove back. Dicks, cocks, naked men, cameras, giant gas pump hoses, Bobby's chest, the smell of piss, balls, Bobby's ass, the taste of cum, Bobby's ass, cocks, me naked in the gas station, Bobby's chest, the taste of piss, naked in the Prof's office, Bobby's feet, me naked, covered in piss, on my knees, the taste of Bobby's cock, the feel of something in my ass, Bobby's nuts. Fuck! It was like a porno tape in my mind.
Fantasies, I had had could not compare to what had gone on. My cock was a rod of steel again in my shorts. I came out of my fog as we pulled into the dorm parking lot. Shit, I was going to have to walk the gauntlet again. I got out of the car and worked my cock back under the waistband again and followed Bobby back into the dorm. Bobby said hello to a couple of people while I held back, not looking anyone in the eye. Then Bobby is introducing me to some people and I have to look up and they are holding out their hands to me. I shake hands and blush. They see the look on my face and kind of give me a questioning look, but don't say anything. I am quick to look back down at my feet and try to stand behind bobby. Bobby talks for another minute and then we head up to my floor. I realize that I don't have a key to my dorm and Bobby has my extra key.
He opens the door and I follow him in. He leaves the door open after I enter and stands and looks at me. It takes me a moment to realize what the issue is. Mesmerized by the look on his face, I pull off my shirt and then push down my shorts, standing naked and hard in my room with the door open. He nods and then closes the door. He goes over to the computer and sits down. Logs in and hooks up his camera. He looks at me standing in the middle of my room, naked and hard and smiles. I can't help it, he does it every time, he makes me blush. Damn it! How can he continue to do that to me?
"Go take a shower, you stink. I walk into the bathroom, but he soon comes in. Remember, leave the curtain open a bit. He sits the camera on the toilet tank and points it at the opening in the shower. Will I ever have privacy again?
I scrub myself and wash my cock, wanting to jack off again. But he has not given me permission. I also want to take a leak in the shower, but again, I don't have his permission. I think about calling out, but decide not to. I can hold it for a while.
When I am done, I step out and towel off and realize I am doing it in front of the camera again.
I come of the bathroom and Bobby is at the computer. "Just finishing up." He slides a little disk out a reader he has attached to my computer. He walks over and switches it with the one in the camera. More positive comments on your hot videos. Guys asking why you don't have pubes, or how many guys you have sucked off, and what it feels like to have that plug up your ass." My butt clinches at the thought of that.
"I am all done. But you have to type up your day. But first I promised you something. Come here and lay down on the bed." I lay on the bed, and then he tells me to move over. He lies down behind me. There is not a lot of room on the twin bed, so he lifts my head and rests it on one of his arms. Then he reaches around with the other arm and finds my cock and runs his fingers lightly along it. Gives my balls a squeeze. Then he runs his fingers up my stomach and tweaks my nipple. My whole body twitches at that.
"You asked for the story of how I knew so much about you and how I know what you want and need." He is talking into the back of my head, and I can feel his breath on there as he speaks. As he told the story, he continued to either stroke my cock or tweak my nipples. He continued to work his hand up and down my chest making it difficult for me to concentrate on his story.
"Two years ago when I was 17, I went to visit my uncle. I guess, first I should tell you that my Dad died when I was really little, so I didn't have a Dad growing up, as my Mom never remarried. I had 2 sisters that were older than I was, so there was not a lot of masculine influence while I was growing up.
"I guess I learned to jack off by myself when I was 11 or 12. I had also just lain on the grass, without a shirt on. So I learn to jack off and then later than night, break out with hives on my back. This was terrible: I played with my cock and broke out into hives. But I couldn't not do it again; I figured I was just going to have to live with hives! Later I found out I was allergic to grass and that is what caused the hives.
"But back to the story. I didn't have a lot of friends growing up and no one in particular in high school. I hung around with a bunch of people, but I didn't do the same things they did. I went to dances and stuff with them and a date, but they were always making out and all and it just didn't feel right. I knew how to get pleasure, and squeezing some girl's tit didn't give me that pleasure. Oh, I got hard, watching them kiss and see the girls squeezing the guy's crotches. But I just couldn't see using a girl to get that for myself.
"I thought fucking a girl would be good, but didn't just want any girl. Every one I went out with, just didn't seem to be the right one. I found a Hustler Magazine and would look through it and jack off. Seeing the naked people just really turned me on. I would picture myself being naked in front of other people and having to do things."
I was paying close attention here, even with his distractions. This sounded very familiar.
"So I was pretty much a loner and got through life jacking off. Then in the summer of my seventeenth year, I was sent to spend a couple of months with my uncle. He was my Dad's younger brother. He lives in the country, but not a farm, just some land, couple of acres and works in a small city.
"He was pretty casual around his house, wearing boxers or nothing at all. I mean not that he was flaunting anything, he wore boxers pretty much all the time, except when he went to be, got up or took a shower. Anyway, I saw lots of him naked. I couldn't seem to keep my eyes off of him.
"I had seen naked guys in high school and all in the locker room. But many of the jerk off fantasies were about naked people and having to do things with other people around. So when Uncle Jeff would walk around naked, it would make me hard, imagining what it would be like to be naked and be in front of some people.
"After a week or so of this, I think he caught me looking at him or something, cause he asked, 'What you never seen a naked person before?' I know I blushed and stammered and looked at my feet and couldn't figure out what to say.
"He came over and sat down next to me. 'Does this bother you that I am naked?' There he is sitting right next to me naked. I tell him no, cause what else am I going to say.
"He tells me if I want to go around in boxers or naked it won't bother him. I blush again and tell him no that's okay. But I got so horny with all the talk about being naked, that I was hard. I didn't get up or move. He sat there next to me for a while, looking me over for a while. He must have thought for a bit, then he asked me 'Have you ever had sex?"
"I blushed and told him no. He then asked me if I had ever fooled around with someone. He said, 'you know, you show me yours, I'll show you mine or jack off with a boyfriend. You know mess around with someone?'
"I blushed and stammered out no. My cock had only gotten harder while he talked about these things. He got up and stood in front of me, naked crotch staring me in the face, put his hands on his hips and said, 'Well, I'll be damned.'
"He went off and thought. He came back a couple hours later, in shorts and sneakers and said, 'Let's go for a run.' I got dressed in shorts and tennis shoes, etc. and followed him out. He ran me and ran me, until I was exhausted. Sound familiar?
I only nodded, not wanting to stop his train of thought.
"We got back to the house and I collapsed on the steps. He told me to get those sweaty clothes off of me. I stripped down to my jock and sat back down. He came over to me naked and while rubbing my shoulders, he pissed all over me. I was too tired to do anything. I asked him why he did it, he told me to mark me as his.
"He then told me something, I am going to now repeat to you, 'Listen, Feel, Trust. You must trust me. Sexual Power is the most important power we have as humans. You must learn to control it, respect it. Then he asked me to jack off for him.
"He proceeded to stretch my every limit in sex. He asked me to do many things. And I learn much about myself and sex. There were things that I thought were beyond me, or that made me terrible and low. But after doing all of them and more, I learned the power of sex. The power it has over me and other people.
"Dave, I like you. When I met you I recognized the me in you and I wanted you to grow and experience it all. So do you understand more about why I know you so well and how I know what you need and want?"
"Yes," I whispered, not wanting to change a thing about this moment.
"Then, do you trust me?"
"Yes"
"Good." He gave my cock another squeeze. He moved away from me then.
"So are you ready to cum?" he said as he rose from the bed.
He had been lightly stroking me all during his story and alternating with the tweaking of my nipples when he thought I was getting too close from his stroking. "Yes," I said again.
"Good, then we are going to make another movie tonight. Only this time, you are going to look at the camera and I am going to give you directions and you will do it all on camera, for me."
He picked up his camera, moved the chair and sat down on it. "Turn around and lean back against the wall." I did as he said, my cock jerking as I thought about this again. He got something out of his pack and those them on the bed. It was a dildo. Not too large, but rather realistic looking. I had seen women use them in some of the magazines I had seen. The other was a bottle of KY warming lube.
He smiled, started the camera and said, "Now look at me." I did and he was still naked, soft cock laying over his balls. "Now lube up that dildo." I did as instructed. "Okay spread your legs, bring your knees up and scoot down just a bit. Now slide that up your chute." I followed his direction, getting hotter as each second went along. Hot both sexually and red in the face.
When I had managed to get it in, not without a couple of grimaces and winces, he said, "Now fuck yourself with it, while you jack off with the other hand." I started working it in and out of my ass, while grasping my cock and working it. "Yeah, that's it. Does it feel good?"
"Yes, Sir," I said, meaning it, but really not wanting to admit that.
"Good, then pump that cock. Yeah that's it. Show all the guys how it is done." That made me remember that he was posting these so people could look at them on the web. I know my red deepened, but I kept on stroking, the thought making me hornier.
I started breathing through clinched teeth and moaning. Then I was saying, "Yeah, fuck me," as I worked the cock in and out of my ass.
"Yeah, that's it. Tell me you like it. Tell the guys you like having something up your ass and jacking off on camera."
"Yeah," I said breathlessly, "I like having something up my ass and fuck yes, I like jacking off for you." What was I saying? I was lost in the fog again. My cock was ruling the world now. It was my cock and nothing else. What ever it took to please my cock, I would do it. At that moment, I would have done anything. Anything my cock demanded.
"I'm going to cum!" I said feeling it building in my balls.
"Yeah, stroke it out," he said, "Show them how to shoot a load."
"Arghh, OH FUCK!" I shot. I saw it shoot past my face, the next one hit me on the chin and then my chest and then my stomach and then started welling out of my cock as I stroked and stroked trying to stay on that high. I kept stroking lighter and lighter, milking every drop out.
Dave was talking, "Yeah, that's it, get every drop out. Yeah, squeeze it. Milk it dry. Show those guys how much cum you have."
As my breathing began to come back to normal, my brain switched from Cock to Dave and as I milked my cock, I thought, 'Show the guys! Oh fuck, I'm screwed!' Fear and panic roared through me then.
"Wipe up some of that and show them how you like to eat your own cum." Suddenly, I didn't want to do this anymore. But I wiped up a gob from my chest and brought it to my lips. It didn't taste as great as it did coming straight out of Bobby's dick, in the heat of lust.
He turned off the camera and said, "So, how did that feel?"
"It felt great when I did it, but I am nervous and scared now."
"I understand - you are afraid someone will find out you do these things. And you are afraid they will tell everyone."
My heart raced, "Yes."
"It's okay. Trust me. You told me you trusted me, right?"
"Yes."
"Okay, give me a moment. I need to put this latest video on the web for all your fans." That made my heart beat faster and me redder.
"I had to set up a special yahoo group for your vids, they are becoming so popular." My butt clinched at these comments. He saw my worried look, "Don't worry, just stretching your sexual horizons."
I sat there and watched his naked body move as he worked on my computer. Soon he was done and he stood up. I looked him up and down as he stood. My cock stirred as I watched him.
"Okay, your turn. I am going to go to bed. You get up here and start typing up your experiences. I want them just as complete and thorough as you did the ones yesterday. Then you will sleep on the floor next to me when you are done."
I watched as he climbed into my bed, arranged the pillows, himself and the covers. And he closed his eyes. Legs and arms were sticking out.
I looked back to the computer and checked documents and found my latest video. I watched it and got hard again, thinking of people seeing me doing that. It also caused a bit of concern in my brain.
Then I saw that he had been to someplace and went back to it and saw pictures of things I had never imagined. They had photos of guys, sucking and fucking, getting fingers up their ass, jacking off, a guy and a girl licking a guy's cock. Guy's performing for a group of men, a group of men and women. I couldn't imagine doing some of these things. My cock got rigid as I scanned these.
I closed the site and wondered what was in store for me. I brought up my document. As I began thinking back on the day, there was a lot to type down. But I started typing.
'My dreams were filled with naked bodies and cocks and I don't know what all. I woke up to bright sunlight, with a picture of a hard cock in my mind. Someone was talking.
"Wow, you are right, not a hair on him! And look, he IS hard, just like you said he would be!" I didn't recognize the voice and struggled to focus..'
I typed for hours and it seemed like I relived every emotion of the day as I recalled everything that I had done and that had happened to me. I was drained by the time I finished. When I was done, I saved in and very sleepily moved to the floor, lay on the pillow and covered myself in the blanket and was almost instantly asleep.
It seemed my dreams were totally erotic again. I couldn't remember them completely when I woke up but I remember Bobby naked, me in front of people, cum, etc. I woke hearing moaning and groaning. It took a while for the rhythmic sounds to really come to focus and make me wake up entirely.
I finally realized that the bed next to me was moving and making a bit of a squeak in rhythm with the moaning. I raised up and saw Bobby's butt bobbing up and down. And I saw a second pair of legs and I looked and saw breasts.
My focus became sharper and I really woke up. Bobby was fucking a woman on my bed! She had her legs wrapped around him and he was madly working his ass up and down. She was moaning away, telling him to do it harder. I could see his cock when he pulled out and then he would plunge it back in.
I sat up and watched in wonder, with my cock getting harder and harder - watching his ass, clinched as he pounded his hard slick cock into her. He began to speed up and I watched the muscles in his legs and butt work as he fucked her. I couldn't see her face, but she had dark hair and was moaning away and getting louder. Soon she moaned long and low and then Bobby moved even faster and with definite deep thrusts and I heard him say, "Oh, Fuck! I'm cumming!"
He pushed deep inside of her and then his ass clinched a couple of times. Then the tensions left his muscles and he relaxed on her. He pushed up off of her and that's when he saw me. "Oh, good morning Dave. Have a good night's sleep?"
He turned and looked at the girl. "Michelle, this is Dave, the guy I was telling you about. Dave this is Michelle."
He pulled out of her and turned around, his cock was slimed with cum. She then sat up and looked at me; legs spread wide and her bush glistening. "You're right, he doesn't have any hair around his peepee."
I blushed deep red and my cock twitched. "Will he really do anything you tell him to?"
I wanted to crawl under the bed as he said, "Sure, no matter what. He pretty much loves to be humiliated and does all kinds of low things."
I felt betrayed. Here I had given myself to him and told him I would trust him and he does this. I was made and ashamed.
"Dave, come over here and clean off my cock. Show Michelle how you like to lick up cum and clean my cock." I turned dark crimson and stared at him. He smiled and nodded. I got up on my knees and moved over and lowered my head into his lap. As I stuck out my tongue I could smell a different smell on him. It had to be from HER.
I licked up the cum off of his cock and swallowed it whole. It wasn't as big as it was when it was rigid, but it still filled me. I sucked the whole thing as I withdrew it from my mouth. As I came off of it, she said, "Wow, he does like the cum." I flushed again.
"Yeah, he does. Hey, that give me an idea. Spread your legs again. Yeah, that's it. Dave, go up there and lick my cum out of her cunt. You know he has never licked a woman's cunt!"
My whole body went maroon at that point. "You're kidding me!" She moved her legs apart and beckoned with her hand. I was curious, but my shame hit me hard between the eyes. But my cock was throbbing. I followed my cock. I put my head down between her legs. The smell was so strange and different. I could smell Bobby down here and that's what drove me on. I was sticking my tongue into her! There was a faint smell I couldn't place. But I felt the goo of Bobby's cum and started lapping it up. It was a mixture of her and him. I could taste his salty taste and a taste, that I can only say tasted like estrogen. Why I say that I don't know; it just makes sense.
But I sucked Dave out of her, she said, "Oh, that feels great. You can do that anytime." That brought me back and I flushed again. I moved my head back then.
"Good," I looked up and Bobby had been filming me, again.
"Now sit down here at the end of the bed and show Michelle want you like to do with this." He was holding up the dildo I had used last night. I hung my head and my eyes watered a bit. But again, my cock led the way. I moved over to my bed. (My bed, that Bobby had just fucked a girl on!)
I sat with my back against the wall. "No, I want your back to me. I want you on your knees. I want to see your ass clinch around that cock as you slide it in and out of your ass. I want Michelle to see your cock as you fuck yourself."
"You mean he likes to fuck himself." I wanted to crawl away again, but the lust had overcome me and I was going to do whatever it took to get to that incredible feeling of pleasure.
I followed his instructions and lubed myself up and inserted it up my ass. My ass did clench as I slipped it in. I worked it in and out of my ass relishing the feel of it as it hit my prostate. I fisted my cock while I did this. I was completely into it and then Michele would make some comment that would remind me that I was doing this in front of her. My heart would beat faster and I would heat up as blood rushed to my face.
For some reason, I remembered and asked, "May I cum, Bobby?" I was panting now.
"Yes, turn around and sit down legs apart, kneed up and take it to the climax," he directed.
I was going there and everything was out of my mind. I was focused on bringing myself to that edge. I was panting and moaning as I got closer. My leg was shaking away as I moved closer and closer to that exquisite moment. As I was getting closer, Bobby handed me a glass, "Shoot in here."
I grabbed the glass, and put my cock head in and shot and shot and shot. All the while grunting as I felt that incredible rush of climax.
"Wow, he really gets on having something up his ass. Look at him cum!" Michele exclaimed and brought me right back to reality. I had just jacked off in front of a woman with a dildo up my ass. That really hurt and made me feel debased.
I pulled the dildo out of my ass and leaned back against the wall, letting my breath calm down and heart to slow down a bit. I know I was red again and my stomach was doing flops again. How low was I to be putting on shows for a woman and showing her my most intimate pleasuring?
"Now drain the glass," Bobby said moving up closer to film me.
Now that I had cum, I was not turned on by the thought of drinking my own cum. But with him filming, I went ahead and tipped the glass up and drained it, about 2 tablespoons full. The salty taste filled my mouth and then slid down my throat. The glass had a bleachy smell, that made me recall numerous jerk off session I had had throughout high school.
I grimaced as the last of it washed down my throat. Jeff turned off the camera and said, "Nice video, that one will be especially nice as it shows you doing that in front of a woman."
It made me feel small again, when he said that. I looked at the naked Michele laying there. "You'd better get off to class, Michele," Bobby said.
She asked if she could take a shower, and Bobby told her no, to go back to her room and she could. I watched as she got dressed, looking at my first real live naked woman and seeing again all the parts of her.
After she dressed, she bent to give Bobby a kiss, but he gave her his cheek to kiss. That cheered me a bit.
When she left, I really wanted to punch something, I was upset. Bobby looked at me after she closed the door. I guess he could tell something was wrong, cause he said, "What? Why are you looking at me that way?"
"Why did you bring her into my room without asking me, why did you fuck her on my bed, why did you make me suck your cock and lick her out? Why did you make me fuck myself and jack off in front of her? Why did you make me feel so low and humiliated? Why did you film me being so debased and low? Why are you tormenting me? WHY?" I was practically shouting.
"Are you jealous?"
"What? No, why would I be jealous? I mean you aren't my ... and I am not your ... I don't know what to say there, but no I am not jealous! I am mad! You make me feel so terrible about the things that I do!"
"Did you not just have one of the greatest climaxes of your life?" he asked calmly.
"Yes, but why her and why me in front of her?" I was about ready to cry again.
"To push your limits. I told you about my uncle last night. These things are here to test your boundaries, to push them farther and farther. To see what you are capable of, to help you gain control of you and your sexuality. You want to get to the point where you are in charge and you control the scene. But until then you need to know what you are capable of and what turns your crank."
He looked at me again and saw the tears welling in my eyes. He walked over and rubbed them away. "Did it turn your crank?" He smiled and said, "Did it feel good?"
"Yes, but why her? Am I not doing everything you say?" I looked up at him. "Am I not enough for you?"
He smiled, "You are plenty, but we are stretching you and making you grow. This is about you and not about me." He ruffled my hear again.
He was back to the computer downloading the videos. I looked at his back and his ass and his wet crotch. I felt something inside. I wanted to do anything for this man. I looked at his thick hair and the stubble on his strong jaw. I watched the muscles ripple along his back and side as he moved his arms and worked.
He was about finished and he turned to look at me. He saw something in my face again, because he asked, "What?"
"Bobby," I swallowed and tried to get some moisture in my mouth. "Bobby, would you fuck me/" I couldn't believe I was asking this. My heart was thumping again as I looked at him for his answer.
He looked at me, with that special smile and said....
To be continued.
Now I know I will get emails about having a woman in this chapter. I never said Bobby was Gay, but I never said he was straight. Trust me it is part of the story and Dave and Bobby just have to get through it. I think we will see Michele only one more time and then no more.
Thanks again for all the comments, suggestions, related experiences and photos of fantasies similar to the story. Send email to harryrod575@yahoo.com
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harry