Plenty of Time for Fun

By college guy just a

Published on Aug 5, 2018

Bisexual

"Dude, we need to talk."

Van closed the door and walked over to his bed. He sat down wearily and stared across the room at his roommate. "Okay. Hope your night has been better than mine."

Carson raised his eyebrows. "What happened?"

Van sighed. "I had some really great sex."

Carson stared at him for a few seconds and then laughed. "If that's your definition of a bad night, I'd love to be you for a few days!"

"Well, the sex was the good part. The guy turned out to be a real dick afterward. That's the last time I use a hook up app."

"Wow. Sorry, man."

"It's okay, I'll survive. What did you want to talk about?" Van's heart was pounding. Was Carson going to bring up the 'hallucination' Van had arranged earlier, the few seconds of excellent cock sucking?

"Did you... have you ever..." Carson seemed to be at a loss for words.

"What? You can ask me anything, it's fine."

Carson sighed and looked at the floor. "I'm a fucking cheater."

"What?" This wasn't what Van had expected to hear.

"This afternoon, I hooked up with Allie, my lab partner. She lives up on the fifth floor. She came down to study with me and before I knew it, we were going at it. I felt guilty all day, but then tonight I tried to hook up with her again. We were sexting and I was taking a dick pic to send her, and I..."

Allie! That was her name. "What? What happened?"

"Well,it was weird. I can't really explain it, but I think it all comes down to a guilty conscience. I can't believe I'm that guy. I've been with Kaylee for two years, she's the only girl I've ever gone all the way with. Or she was until today. I really fucked up." Carson fell backward on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"Carson, you're a freshman in college. There are good looking women all over the place, and you're at your sexual peak. I think it was bound to happen sooner or later, man. Honestly. I mean, we all think with our dicks sometimes when we shouldn't. Look at what I did tonight!" Van stood up, walked across the room, and dropped down next to his roommate on the bed.

"You're not 'that guy', you're a guy, and guys get horny and do stupid shit."

"So that excuses me cheating? C'mon, man."

"Look, if you continue to let Kaylee think you're in a committed, long term relationship while fucking around behind her back, then yeah, you're a dick. But if you tell her what happened and decide what you're going to do moving forward, than you're just Carson, a decent guy who got horny and let his big ol' dick do the thinking for him."

Carson laughed and sat back up. "Big ol' dick? Have you been sneaking peeks when I'm asleep or something?"

Shit!

"What? No! I just... you've got big feet, you can usually tell from that."

"Okay, well, let's set aside the fact that you've been perving on my bulge. You think I should tell Kaylee? She'll probably break up with me."

"Well, maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing. Maybe this thing with Allie just means you're ready to play the field for awhile. Long distance doesn't make a lot of sense at our age, man. But if you really want to be with Kaylee still, you can probably work it out eventually if you're honest with her."

"Maybe. Thanks for the advice Van. I think that's why I- uh- thought of you earlier. My conscience was telling me I needed to confess."

"Anytime, that's what roommates are for."

"Uh, Van?"

"Yeah?"

"No offense, but you should probably take a shower. You smell like sex."

Van jumped up and went across to his side of the room. "Sorry."

"No worries, man. I'm glad you got some, even if the guy was a prick afterward."

Van gathered up his shower kit and a towel as Carson stood up and moved over to his own dresser. "Hang on, I'll come with you. I feel like I need to wash this day off of me."

The two of them walked down to the shower room together. Van had wished many times that it was a communal shower instead of four individual shower stalls, but never quite as much as he wished it at this moment. Watching soap run off of Carson's glistening, wet body would have been a great way to end this crazy day.

They were the only two there, and Van made his way to the farthest stall. Carson headed into a stall, leaving an empty one between them in typical straight guy fashion. Van started the water, which usually took a minute to warm up, and was pulling off his shirt when he heard Carson call his name.

"Yeah?" Van called out, popping his head out of the shower stall. Carson was standing in front of his own stall, already stripped down and wearing just a towel.

"You were right about one thing for sure."

"What?"

"Big feet. Big dick!" Carson opened his towel and flashed his roommate. Van's mouth dropped open in surprise. Carson wasn't fully hard, just a little plumped up, but even so it was an obviously impressive cock as Van knew only too well.

"Jesus Christ, Carson! That's fucking huge!"

"My eyes are up here, Van!" Carson chuckled as he closed his towel and darted back into his shower stall, laughing. Van stumbled back into his own stall, his dick hard and his mind racing. What the hell had just happened? Maybe his 'subliminal advertising' had planted a seed in Carson's mind after all?


Friday and the weekend passed without much action. Van felt in need of a break from using the watch after what had certainly been the craziest day of his life. Carson had confessed the truth the Kaylee on Friday and she'd broken up with him. He'd decided to drive home for the weekend to lick his wounds in private and think about things.

This had given Van some time to set up a plan that had been in the back of his mind since the library bathroom encounter with frat boy Jake. Van set up a couple of Google drive accounts. On one, he uploaded the pictures of Carson and the videos of Pete and Matthew. He filled the other with all of the pictures of Jake and Red from the library men's room. On Sunday Van bought a disposable cell phone in town.

Carson returned on Sunday night, resigned to the fact that his relationship with Kaylee was over and sorry that he'd hurt her. "But you're right, man. It's time to have some fun, play the field."

Monday was a blur of anticipation for Professor Slate's class on Tuesday, when Van intended to put his plan into motion. The highlight had been dinner as a group that night in the dining center. Van had kept a close eye on Matthew and Pete and hadn't been at all surprised when they'd left early together. Van was half tempted to use the watch for the first time since his encounter with 'Alex' and see if the two friends were still having fun on the side, but in the end he didn't.

Tuesday morning finally arrived. Van raced through his shower and got all his stuff together, ready to see the look on the hot frat boy's face. As he was getting ready to head out the door, Carson sat up in bed. "Hey Van?"

"Yeah man?"

"Just in case you happen to come back early today or something, could you text first? Allie's coming over for another study session." Carson grinned.

"All right, Carson! Putting that big ol' dick to use!"

"Dude!"

"No worries, I won't be back until late. I have plans of my own for this afternoon."


About twenty minutes into Professor Slate's lecture, Van used the watch for the first time in days. Jake, the dark haired frat boy who looked like he could be starring on a teen drama on The CW, and who wasn't opposed to getting understall head in the men's room, was sitting across the room. Jake was staring out the window, paying no attention to Professor Slate, on his way to earning his C on the next exam.

Van took the burner phone out of his pocket and made sure it was on silent. He put in the number of Jake's cell phone and pasted the link he'd had copied and ready to go since he bought the phone on Sunday. He typed out a quick text "Dude, you've got to see the tits on this chick!" That should get him to click the link, Van thought.

He hit send and then put the phone back in his pocket and hit the button on his watch. Professor Slate began to speak again. Van watched out of the corner of his eye as Jake reached into his own pocket and pulled out his phone. Jake's full attention was on the screen so Van took a good look at his face as his expression moved from confusion to complete horror.

After a few minutes, Van felt the vibration in his own pocket and hit the button on his watch. The message was pretty much what he'd expected: "Who the fuck is this? Those pics are fake, I'm not a fag and I'm going to beat the shit out of you."

Van texted back. "The pics are very real. Remember the day you tried for an understall blowjob and got a cock covered with cum instead? Strange day, wasn't it? I could send this link to all of the guys in your frat and to all of the contacts in your phone with the press of a button."

Hitting send, Van started time again. He watched again as Jake read it and then began throwing his stuff in his bag. Van hit the button again and texted:

"Stop putting your stuff away and stay where you are."

Jake was starting to stand up when he got the text. Van was careful not to look at him this time. He felt the vibration in his pocket as Jake tried to call the burner phone, no doubt hoping it would ring and expose his tormentor. Van waited until it stopped and then froze time again. Jake was seated at his desk still, his eyes locked on the only person in the room with a cell phone out, a stoner in the back row.

"I own you now, Jake. You have no idea what I can do."

Time started, Jake read the text and texted something back. Van watched from the corner of his eye as Jake continued to stare at the guy in the back row. Time stopped, Van read the text: "Fuck. You. Faggot."

Smiling, Van texted back "Okay, Jakey, let me show you just a little of what I can do to you."

Van hit send, started time and let Jake read the text, then stopped it again and jumped up from his seat. Moving across the room, Van reached down and unzipped Jake's pants. He reached inside and took Jake's soft dick out from inside his underwear, and pulled it through the fly of his pants. Grabbing the pen and pad that Jake wasn't bothering to take notes with, Van scrawled out the words "Indecent Exposure!" in big letters and left it on the desk.

Back in his own seat, he started time back up and heard Jake gasp and the sudden squeal of the legs of his desk on the tile floor as he jolted forward to cover up his dick. Everyone, including Professor Slate, glanced his way, so Van was free to take a good look. Jake had covered himself quickly with his note pad and his face was bright red.

"Everything okay?" Professor Slate asked.

"Sorry, yeah," Jake muttered.

The Professor resumed his lecture. Jake remained slightly hunched over, his note pad in his lap. He couldn't possibly put his dick away now without drawing attention to himself. Stopping time, Van sent another text.

"Lesson learned, I hope. Next time I can make sure you're standing in front of the class, completely naked."

Time resumed, and Jake did an awkward, one handed text back. Van noticed him glancing at the stoner again, but the guy had put his phone away. Van paused time and read the text from Jake.

"Hw u do tha and wat u wan?"

Van stood up and strolled back over to Jake. He'd planned to just tell the frat boy to make sure he was never a homophobic asshole to anyone again, or else. Just a way to scare/blackmail him into being a decent person. But things were suddenly a lot more interesting. Van reached down and removed the note pad from the frat boy's lap. He tore out the page he'd written on earlier and crumpled it up. On a fresh page, he wrote the words "I want to fuck you up the ass in your frat house while all your bros are in the next room." He placed the pad back on the desk and then put Jake's dick back inside his pants and zipped him up.

Sitting down, Van was surprised at himself. He'd always been a bottom, he loved getting fucked, but suddenly the control he was exerting through the power of the watch was making him see things a bit differently. Control over a guy like Jake was intoxicating. Getting him to submit in the ultimate way would be even more so.

Van sent one more text before starting time back up:

"And I always get what I want."

Next: Chapter 6


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