A gay story: Well… He Did Say Please Ch. 09 I woke up Saturday morning, the morning of the party, and it looked like Alan never came back last night. He did not mention that he was going home for the weekend. Maybe he got lucky at the bar? Well, it really wasn’t my problem, except that he was my roommate, and he seemed depressed the last time that I saw him. Not so depressed, that he didn’t breed my ass.
I looked at my clock, and found it wasn’t even 9 o’clock yet. Damn. I got to bed so early last night, that I couldn’t sleep as late as I wanted. But they were still serving breakfast downstairs, and being an 18 year old male, I was seemingly always hungry.
I wasn’t sure if Michael or Carl would be up this early, and I wasn’t going to knock on their door in case they were able to sleep in, but as I walked down the hall, I saw that their door was half open. I knocked, and Michael said to come in.
Michael had a towel wrapped around him. I’m guessing that he was headed to or just come from the showers. Dah. His hair was still wet, so I guess I solved that problem.
JACK: I was just headed down to breakfast. Have you eaten yet?
MICHAEL: No. I’ll be ready to go in a second.
And he whipped off that towel. It reminded me of the first time I had seen his cock, when I went down to inquire about weed. It still amazed me how a guy of his size, 5’7″, could pack such a large amount of meat … 8 inches when hard, but even soft, it hung down over his balls at close to 4 1/2 or 5 inches. He is a guy almost 5 inches smaller than me, yet his cock is almost as long when flaccid as mine is hard. I mumbled “sorry” and went to close the door.
MICHAEL: Leave it open Jack. I don’t mind anyone peeking in. Carl is the shy one.
I started to lick my lips. At first, I only attacked a dick when I was high, but lately those desires have hit me at various times, whether I was high or not. Michael disappointed me though, as he grabbed his boxers, and slipped them on. It was then that I saw Carl watching me from his bed. He was covered by a sheet, but his morning wood was evident in the tent that was at his groin.
MICHAEL: Carl, are you going to join us?
CARL: Yeah, but I’ll be down in a few minutes. You guys go ahead.
Michael finished getting dressed, and we headed down to the cafeteria. Carl was forbidden by the fraternity from fucking me until after his pledge requirement was fulfilled. That requirement was to provide a willing hole for 3 of his future fraternity brothers to use. It didn’t matter whether that hole was on a male or a female, just as long as it was white. Carl, my only black friend, was pledging the only “Black” fraternity on campus. His brother, John, is a member of that fraternity, and I laid down for that 11 inch dick before I knew what Carl had in mind. It didn’t really matter to me, I enjoyed my time with that cock. Carl is “only” 9 inches, but I have learned to stuff all of that cock down my throat. Since the width of that cock is more like a ring bologna than a hot dog, it took some work to get to that point. John’s dick, although longer, was easier to get into my throat because it wasn’t as thick. I must tell you, that feeling those 11 inches half way down my neck was a thrill, something that I hope to do again some day. That would not be this evening, as my dance card was full.
Carl had not only arranged to have me fucked by two of his future fraternity brothers, but he managed to line up a female for me to fuck as well. She was the girlfriend of one of the guys that was going to fuck me, and she wanted to watch. More on all of this later. On the way down to the cafeteria.
JACK: You leave the door open when you change?
MICHAEL: Sometimes. Sometimes I walk to or from the shower with my towel over my shoulder. It never hurts to advertise, especially since there are women roaming the floors occasionally. And I’ve been propositioned by more than one of the straight guys. They love twinks. I told them that they could fuck me, but I would have to fuck them first. Neither one took me up on the offer.
I had to have Michael explain twink to me. His description of a twink, was Michael. Michael was a twink top. To this day, when I look at porn, this is one of my favorite categories.
JACK: And you’re not going to tell me who they are, are you.
MICHAEL: You’ve always got to be discreet Jack. More on that another time.
Michael and I arrived in the cafeteria. He suggested that I go easy on the solids today. He recommended that I eat yogurt for breakfast. I would be happy that I did so later.
We found a table where Carl could join us when he arrived.
MICHAEL: Remember when I suggested that we shave our body hair like Bill does?
JACK: Yeah. I thought that was a good idea.
MICHAEL: After breakfast, I’ll get a tub of warm water, and we can shave each other in my room. It will be easier if we have someone else do it for us. Have you ever tried?
JACK: No. You have no chest hair, and I don’t remember any hair around your ass (realizing what I said in a public area, I glanced around … then slightly quieter) … have you ever done it?
MICHAEL: Yes. One time. I should actually have tried to shave in the shower occasionally, but I’m looking forward to shaving each other. Now that I think about it, let’s check with Bill after breakfast. Maybe he can help us.
I had some hair on my chest, and an untrimmed bush around my cock. I assumed I had quite a bit of hair in my ass as well. I was all in on the idea. I enjoyed going down on Bill with his smooth groin. And I enjoyed eating Michael’s hairless ass.
Carl joined us, and told us that he was going to have to go over to the fraternity house. In addition to the house’s social committee, the prospective pledges, were responsible for doing party set up. He should be back by 3. We wound up talking about that afternoon’s football game. In those days, most games were not televised and schools were limited to 2 appearances on TV per year (not including bowl games). Our football team had already been on television once, against our cross state rival and the final game of the season (THE game as it was known around campus) would be the other one. With a noon kickoff, we could listen on the local radio station in the dorm. Carl said they would be playing it on several radios at the house, so he’d be able to listen as well.
After breakfast, Carl left for the fraternity and Michael and I went to see if Bill was around. He was. His roommate was back home for the weekend, and when we asked if he would show us how to shave, he readily agreed and offered his room to use since he already had the bowls needed. He handed me the bowls and told me to fill them 2/3 full of HOT water, not warm. It would cool down here in the room. I headed down to the bathroom.
MICHAEL: Do you mind if we smoke pot in here?
BILL: No. I’ll just open a window to air it out after you leave. My roomie doesn’t care for the smell in the room, but it should be fine by tomorrow night.
Michael headed down to his room to get the pot. I hadn’t showered before going down to breakfast, and I thought that I should do so before going further. I stopped by my room, disrobed, wrapped a towel around my waist and headed for the showers. Michael saw me as I was walking into the bathroom. He acknowledged me and headed into his room. Rufus was looking down the hall at both of us.
I took a quick shower, toweled off, and headed back to my room. I kept the towel, dressed in some gym shorts and a light tee shirt, then headed back to the bathroom to fill the bowls. When I returned to Bill’s room, Michael was just getting ready to light a joint.
JACK: Aren’t you concerned about shaving while high?
MICHAEL: I’m always extremely careful when high. It’ll be all right. Besides, it will help you nap this afternoon so that you’re well rested for this evening.
BILL: What’s going on this evening? Party?
MICHAEL: Yes. It’s at Carl’s fraternity. It’s a $10 cover if you want to go.
BILL: That’s the black fraternity, isn’t it?
MICHAEL: Yes.
BILL: Are you going (looking at Michael)?
MICHAEL: I wasn’t, but my date for this evening had to cancel. Carl tells me there are normally plenty of women at the parties. They only pay a $1 cover. So I figured I would head over for a couple of hours at least.
BILL: I’ll let you know this afternoon, or I may just head over on my own. What time does it start?
MICHAEL: The band starts at 9, but I think they start letting people in at 8.
JACK: Carl said that I should be there by 7.
MICHAEL: You’re going as a guest of Carl. The fraternity starts the party a little earlier.
BILL: Going as his guest? Does he still pay?
MICHAEL: No. I wasn’t available, and Carl couldn’t find a date, so he asked Jack. Members are allowed 1 guest a piece, except seniors. They have no limit.
BILL: Well maybe we could find a senior to invite us?
MICHAEL: Drop it. Its too late and I don’t know if Carl is coming back before the party, so we don’t know anyone else.
BILL: Ok. Let’s get started. We need to disrobe. I see your towel Jack, hold on a sec Michael, I’ll find a couple for us.
Michael and Carl had obviously not discussed my expected activities at the party. I liked that they had kept it to themselves. I stood up and started taking my clothes off.
JACK: Can I just toss my clothes on this bed (pointing to the one behind me)? Is this your’s or Alex’s (his roommate).
BILL: There is fine. It’s Alex’s bed, but he’s not going to be here this weekend. We’ll make sure no hair gets anywhere near his bed. He’s seen me shaving here. He just shakes his head, and says whatever floats my boat.
Alex was a good looking guy. I’ve seen him in the shower room a couple of times. I’ve only seen his ass though. I couldn’t tell you what he was packing. He’s a small guy, maybe smaller than Michael. Did I just say a guy was good looking?
BILL: I just told him that he was jealous that I could grow hair. He barely has any pubic hair, and he’s smooth everywhere else. I WISH that I didn’t have to shave.
MICHAEL: I remember seeing him in the showers. He gives me a hardon when he bends over to dry his legs. Believe me, I’ve looked. He’s got a nice sized cock for a little guy too. I’ve seen him chubbed in the shower area as well. Does he play with guys?
BILL: No. He has a girlfriend back home. He goes there most weekends. I’ve seen him get hard when I shave in here, because I almost always get hard when I shave. Speaking of which, it looks like you’re getting ahead of yourself Jack.
I was standing there after disrobing, hard as a rock. Bill spread a sheet on the floor between the beds. Bill told me to kneel in the middle. He disrobed, and knelt in front of me. He had a pair of scissors in his hand, and they weren’t hemostats.
Michael lit the joint and handed it to me. As I took my first toke, Bill grabbed my cock and started trimming the hairs in my bush.
BILL: If you shave once a week, you probably don’t have to do this. At least on me, it doesn’t grow back fast enough.
MICHAEL: How often do you shave?
I exhaled.
JACK: Pay attention. Don’t be looking at Michael when you’ve got sharp scissors next to my dick.
And I handed him the joint.
BILL: Thanks (referring to the joint). I’ve always found that its better if you’re hard when you do this area. It’s always the balls that worry me. But let’s trim the rest of this bush first.
He proceeded to trim the hairs down to a 1/4 of an inch, wiped the area with a washcloth, and then applied some shaving cream to the area. He then grabbed his razor. He had one of the new razors called a Trac II. Thank goodness. In spite of their name, there was nothing “safe” about the old safety razors. He proceeded to shave my groin, ran his hand around the area and then moved on.
He was rinsing the razor off in one of the bowls of water. He lifted my balls, and told me that he found its best if the skin was tight when he ran the razor over it, and yanked gently. If I wasn’t hard before, this was going to get me there. Then he gripped my balls so that he could shave them. He told me this part is always easier if someone else is doing it. He used to do this with one of his teammates in high school.
He lifted my balls again, and said that I would need to get on my hands and knees for the next step. Michael passed me the joint again. I took a big toke, handed it to Bill and assumed the position. Bill took his toke and handed it off to Michael.
I felt him spread my ass cheeks.
BILL: Good. There’s not a lot of hair there, so this should be pretty easy. This will be good enough to eat in no time.
I felt him run his finger around my hole. That drove me wild. He wiped the area down with a wet washcloth. One bowl was for soapy water and the other was clean. Then he applied shaving cream to my crack and continued down to the base of my balls. He carefully ran that razor over the lathered area.
After wiping down the shaved areas, and inspecting it, Bill had me kneel in front of him and he proceeded to clean up my chest. Not a whole lot of hair there either, so it didn’t take long.
BILL: Ok Michael. Your turn. Get over here on your knees.
MICHAEL: Yes sir.
Michael only had hair in his groin, so the procedure didn’t take much time. Then Bill had Michael and me shave his groin, ass and chest.
I was sitting on Alex’s bed, still naked and Michael sat on Bill’s bed. Bill gathered up the sheet, taking care to keep the hair inside the bundle. He said that he would have to shake that out in the courtyard tomorrow.
BILL: Jack. Do you have a joint in your room?
JACK: Yeah. You want me to get it?
BILL: Yes, but you have to go like that.
JACK: Naked?
I looked at Michael, and he just nodded. I saw him mouth … Go for it. Our dorm was co-ed, but the floors were one sex only. That did not mean that there would not be a girl on our floor, for whatever reason, but it wasn’t common.
I got up, opened the door and sprinted down the hall. I was at one end of the hall and Bill was at the opposite. I had to scamper by about 15 rooms and the bathroom. I got to my room, opened the door and Alan was back.
JACK: Hi Alan. Is everything all right?
ALAN: Yes. What the fuck are you doing now?
JACK: A dare. I’ve gotta get back. Talk to you later?
Alan nodded and I grabbed a joint and headed back down the hall. As I was nearing Bill’s room, I heard a whistle (a wolf whistle), and I turned to see Rufus. Rufus was the only other black guy on our floor. He was big, linebacker big. I’m not talking about Division 3 college linebackers, I’m talking about pro (6’5″, 240 pounds). He had gym shorts on and no shirt. He had a smooth, chocolate colored chest, with the largest set of pecs that I think I’ve ever seen. I’ve seen him in the showers, but I’ve never done more than nod at him.
JACK: Oh. Hey Rufus. Sorry, but I’ve gotta run.
And I turned to Bill’s door, and went to go in, but it was locked. I had to knock to get him to let me in.
He and Michael were rolling on the floor, laughing their asses off.
JACK: Funny guys. Maybe I won’t share this joint. You and Michael should have to run down to his room to get your own. Watch out for Rufus though.
I proceeded to light the joint and pass it to Bill.
JACK: Thank you Bill. Is this something we can learn to do ourselves?
BILL: I do it all the time, but the balls and the ass are easier if someone else does it. I’d be glad to help you with it if you like. Get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to inspect your ass again. I want to make sure that I didn’t miss anything.
Michael handed me the joint, I took my toke, then obeyed my command. I felt Bill pull my cheeks apart, and I looked back and saw him moving his head from side to side like he was concentrating on a specific area. Then he leaned in and started licking my ass.
JACK: Oh my god. Oh fuck yeah. I think its more sensitive there. Is that normal?
BILL: I have no idea. I started shaving before I ever had my ass eaten.
I looked around and Michael was behind Bill, eating his ass. I wondered what happened to the joint?
BILL: Michael. There is some Vaseline on the table over there. Would you get it, please?
Michael had told Carl that he wouldn’t fuck Jack today, but he didn’t feel right about telling Bill he couldn’t fuck Jack. Michael would have to explain to Bill what was happening tonight, and it really was none of his business. Michael handed the jar to Bill. Michael was going to get a piece of ass as well, but it would have to be Bill’s.
Bill stuck a couple of fingers of grease in my ass, then proceeded to put some on his cock. I hadn’t been fucked at all yesterday, I was ready for this. Bill tossed the jar on the ground, but Michael grabbed it and proceeded to lube up Bill’s ass and his cock.
MICHAEL: Ok guys. Bill’s a lot taller than me, so we have to move around some to make this work.
I stepped down to the floor, leaning over the bed. This required that Bill lean over my back and stoop a little. Michael was able to step right up. We tried fucking like this for several minutes, but Michael said it wasn’t working for him. He got out of Bill’s ass, washed his cock with the warm water and crawled around on the bed to feed me his cock. After a few minutes of this, the door opened.
ALEX: Hey. That’s my bed. Bill, did you smoke pot in here?
We all stopped to look at the door. There stood Alex, and down the hall Rufus’ attention was focused on the room as well. Alex closed the door.
ALEX: Well. Don’t stop for me. Is there any of that joint left?
BILL: In the top drawer of my desk. Light it up and we can pass it around.
In his desk? Then why did I have to run down to my room? Bill proceeded to keep fucking me. Michael hopped off the bed and grabbed the lighter and handed it to Alex. Alex and he took a toke and handed it to Bill.
MICHAEL: Sorry guy. We thought you were gone for the weekend. Bill was going to make sure if anything happened that your bed would be clean.
ALEX: Don’t worry about it. Can you give me a blow job? I wasn’t able to get any at home this weekend, and I don’t want to talk about it. At least right now.
Michael pulled Alex’s shirt off him, while Alex unbuckled his belt. In a matter of seconds, he was as naked as the rest.
ALEX: Where is that joint? I could use another hit.
Bill handed it back to him, and told him to finish it off. We were way ahead of him.
Alex took a couple of hits, then set it in an ashtray on Bill’s desk.
ALEX: Ok Michael. Get to work. I need this.
MICHAEL: Yes Sir.
Michael wasn’t sure he like the dominant streak in Alex, but they were on his bed, so he got to work.
Bill had jacked off in the shower this morning. As a result, he had a little more staying power. He looked at Alex getting a blow job from Michael.
BILL (thinking to himself): That is such a nice ass. I would really like to get in there.
And that thought caused Bill to lose his composure. He started drilling my ass. I didn’t know what caused this, but I wasn’t complaining. His dick was causing my prostate to go into overdrive. With one final thrust, Bill came, and with that last thrust, I came. Wow. I love touchless orgasms.
Meanwhile, Alex grabbed Michael’s head and started to fuck his mouth. Alex was 6 inches, so Michael didn’t really have a problem with the size. He just wasn’t a fan of the rough fuck, but the fact that the guy was even smaller than he was and was so dominant was kind of a turn on. Alex came in Michael’s mouth. Michael swallowed it all.
Bill grabbed the damp washcloth and wiped up the cum that I spewed on Alex’s bed.
BILL: Sorry, Alex. I’ve never seen that before. That was awesome, Jack.
JACK: You ought to try it from this end. Yes. Sorry Alex.
ALEX: No sweat, but please don’t make a habit of it.
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