Majoring in Giving Pleasure

By moc.liamg@notyap.k.yrrah

Published on Sep 7, 2020

Gay

I woke up naked in my bed and darted around the room with my eyes. It took me a couple of seconds before I realised where I was. The sudden moment didn't agree with my stomach and my head was spinning like in a centrifuge. Oh god, it took everything not to vomit on my underwear on the floor. Wait, why was it on the floor like that? I grabbed it from the floor. It was all wet. With horror in my eyes I looked over at the empty bed and squeezed my dick. Matt was gone and I was piecing together the events of the last night like an editor in a movie lab. Did that really happen? I sniffed the underwear. Cum. I chucked tonnes of tissues from my room over the years to mistake the smell for anything else. I didn't get much time to process that as the sound of the door handle sent my heart racing and I just about managed to shove the underwear under the pillow before the door opened. A church sized rock fell from my heart when it was Patrick stood in the door frame. Fresh from the shower his hair was dripping on the floor and a towel hung around his waist. Barely.

`Hey Dan, great icebreaker last night, eh? You feeling ok? You don't seem to be used to drinking at all,' he laughed and poked me in the ribs with his finger.

`Yes, I don't really drink. And mistakes were made.'

`You don't? Well? We'll remedy that don't you worry.'

Yep, no body issues there. Patrick was drying his hair with the towel that'd been covering his waist just seconds ago. I knew he was talking, his voice was echoing in my ears from a great distance but I was only focusing at his cock swinging around fifteen inches from my face. The head was too big for the foreskin and was peeking out. A drop of water ran from his pubic hair those eight flaccid inches to the tip and I watched it drip down with the lightest ring.

`Are you listening to me?' He looked at me through the towel on his head.

`What? Sorry, no I was... I'm still sleeping. What did you say?' I said and all my blood drained from my body into the nearest canal.

`Never mind,' he winked and turned to his bed to get dressed. Checking my phone, I needed to do the same and quick or I'd be late for my first day. But my dick was raging under the duvet and I couldn't possibly get up now with Patrick in the room. I was determined to download an app and find a girl asap. I didn't realise how horny I was that I was looking at guys as well. But his cock sure looked, I assumed, delicious.

With Patrick gone I was finally free to get up. The dick didn't go down. It had been 15 minutes. Damn! I was already late. Four inches are probably easy to hide in jeans but I was always afraid someone would notice. And with that also notice the size. Since I was already late anyway I unzipped the jeans and took it out.

My butthole was contracting with each stroke. Light was reflected on the wet head and the foreskin was making sounds each time i rolled it down. I didn't even have to use spit. The leaking was so bad my hand was sliding up and down as if holding a stick of warm butter. Matt's underwear from the previous night was looking at me from the pile of clothes by his bed across the room. The wet stain I saw before we went to the city sprung up in my mind. Two quick strides there and back and I was lying on my bed with his underwear on my face. A cock. A horse cock. A real man. That's what I could smell. A mixture of piss, cum and smell of dick invaded my nostrils like crusaders. I sniffed long and deep and the blood in my veins was like wild river. My blood cells were exploding. The tingling in my anus was unbearable and It was relaxing until it felt like a pliable dough. Like there was nothing just a void. With his underwear still on my face I slid a finger inside my ass. It went in like a bike into a hangar. And I moaned. It came deep from my stomach and rang in my throat like a roar. The smell of a man's cock, the finger thrusting in my ass, the hand on my dick, that was too much. My hole clenched around my finger like teeth and a lightning struck my dick. My ass was chewing the finger with each throb. Hot cum was spurting on my stomach and chest. I was breathing like I just ran a marathon and still felt like I was at least one breath short of getting enough oxygen.

I came back to my senses. A guy's underwear on my face to have a wank? Really? The post wank guilt was setting in. I absolutely did need to get a girl. No one was ever gonna find out. Ever!

`Enjoying some quality me-time, Danny boy?' said a voice and the sound of door closing followed.

If I'd been hot and my blood boiling, it was gone in a split second. My heart stopped like as if there was an off switch and my limbs turned into led. The fabric on my face wasn't see through but the voice I recognised. It was the voice that whispered in my ear the previous night. My led body was shaking. I snatched the underwear from my face and threw it back on the pile where I took it from.

`I'm glad you can put the toys back where they belong once you're done playing,' said Matt. His red face was shining with sweat and his running gear was clinging to him.

`I didn't...'

You didn't just sniff my underwear and jerked off?' He asked and scooped a bit off cum from my chest with his finger and put it in his mouth, hmmm.'

My dick twinged again. But he read the situation wrong. It wasn't about him. I was too horny and didn't know what I was doing. He stood between my legs that were hanging off the bed.

`I'm glad you're getting used to my smell but you need to wait for me when you play. You should save the energy, boy.'

`That's just a misunderstanding. I'm not gay, Matt. This and the last night were a mistake. And don't talk to me like you own me or something!'

I tried getting up. I needed to run away and get away from him. And I needed to figure out how to make sure he'd never tell anyone.

He kneeled and grabbed me under my chin. All my strength to scramble up went out of the window. He was staring into my eyes. I could see my own reflection in them. Hot and soft lips met mine. His saliva tasted like honey.

`So why are you hard again then, my sweet boy?' He asked and stroked my hard dick with his fingertips.

I jumped up so quick his eyes barely managed to get wide before he fell on his peachy ass.

I zipped up my jeans with trembling fingers and put a hoodie over my cummy torso. Fuck it if someone saw my boner. I had to get out. I had to change universities.

We'll talk later, boy. Think of me as I'll think of you,' he said, you're so cute when you blush.'

I didn't reply and just closed the door behind him. He was sitting on the floor and smiling.

Next: Chapter 3


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