I stayed where I was, waiting for him to exit before getting up. But then, instead of walking out the door, he came back to stand between my legs and placed his foot on my dick and balls, pressing down hard. My dick hadn’t retreated after my orgasm and was still erect. When it stayed stiff, he pressed down even harder.
“Christ, look at that. Oh, to have a teenage dick again. One that cums and cums and stays hard. So, tell me, have you still got the butt plug you were wearing when Robert brought you to my place last month?”
“Yes, he didn’t take it when he left.”
“Good. What’re you doing Saturday night?”
“Nothing, sir; I thought of going to the Queen Alex, but that’s not definite.”
“Be by the main doors here on Saturday at eight o’clock with that plug up your bum. I’m going to a cocktail party in Professor Baker’s room. I can’t stand academic gossip for too long, so I’ll need to get away by then. Be waiting, because I won’t hang around for you, OK?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be there.”
With that, he turned on his heel and left, leaving me completely surprised. I’d gone from elation at seeing him, to excitement at having sex with him, to anger at our short play session, to pleasure at this final turn around. Wow, we were going to play again and he’d mentioned the butt plug. That meant ass play was on the menu.
Forgetting my studies, I ran down to the local chemist and bought a couple of fleet enemas. On Saturday, I used on in the morning and the other in the afternoon, ensuring I’d be as clean as possible for the evening’s activities. The day was warm, so at eight o’clock that evening, I was standing by the college entrance in a short sleeve shirt, jeans, trainers and no underwear. Half an hour later I was still waiting, worrying now about being stood up. But all of a sudden I saw him striding down the hill towards the carpark, without a nod in my direction.
Keeping me waiting so long and then ignoring my existence got me so mad that for a moment I was tempted to turn around and head on back to my room. But, of course, I was far too needy for that. I set off after him, like a puppy chasing its master, and managed to catch up to him by the time he got to his car. I could see he was angry about something, but at least he gave me a nod of recognition before getting in the car and unlocking the passenger door for me. But then he sat fuming and doing nothing about starting the car. Feeling nervous, I tried asking about the party, but that was definitely the wrong thing to say.
He barked at me; the other guests were either boring or stupid, one old enemy of his had been particularly insulting, and he’d drunk too much in response.
“And anyway, why are you sitting there doing nothing? Aren’t you supposed to be a cock-sucker? Do what you’re told and get on my fucking dick.”
I mumbled a nervous “Yes, sir, sorry sir, of course sir,” and got told that I’d “better fucking prove it.” He pushed his seat back as far as it would go, unbuttoned his trousers, pulled his dick out, grabbed hold of my head and shoved it down onto his surprisingly stiff cock. I settled down to do the best I could, achieving a regular rhythm which he liked enough that he took his hand off the back of my head and thrust it down between my legs where he tapped on the butt plug through my jeans.
He remained angry though, and I could hear him muttering about things said at the party by one particular guest, who he called a “condescending prick.” Losing his cool again, he stopped tapping the plug and grabbed my hair, using it to pump my head up and down on his cock, jamming himself into my throat, making me gag and choke. I could taste pre cum, evidence of how close to the edge he was. However, at what seemed to be the very last moment before orgasm, he managed to hold himself in check and pushed me off.
His anger seemed to have disappeared and sex had served to sober him up. Coming down from his orgasm, he became aware of me and grinned as he put his hand between my legs.
“Sorry. I was rough on you there for a minute. But you liked it; that cock’s pretty damn hard, I’d say.”
Seeing I was too embarrassed to answer, he laughed, started the car and fifteen minutes later we were at his home. As we walked up to the front door, he made a surprise announcement,
“Oh by the way, my friend Roland will be joining in.”
What the fuck, I thought! He springs a new bloke on me at the very last moment, when it’s too late to back out. I couldn’t pretend that threesomes were new to me, but he should have told me. One more example of the way he took me for granted. Still, of course, he was absolutely right; I got off on letting him ride all over me
He led me into the living room and introduced me to Roland, who was sitting on the couch in a bath robe. Like Alex, he was in his early thirties, but with blonde hair and a mustache in contrast to Alex’s dark hair and clean shaven face. Looking at him as Alex complained angrily about the party, I mainly noticed the thin legs sticking out from his bath robe. I didn’t get to see his muscular chest and big arms till later.
Roland, seeing me dithering in the doorway, beckoned me over, which had the benefit of stopping Alex going on about the party.
“Alex, how about opening that bottle of red, while Ben and I get to know one another?”
Alex turned immediately and left the room while Roland asked me questions about my studies at the University and my family, and eventually my sexual experience. Once he’d heard about my how short lived the last had been, he grinned and said,
“Sounds like you’ve been making up for lost time. We’ve known lots of boys like you; no sex while you’re growing up and then a big bang when you finally come out. I’m glad that Robert wasn’t spinning us a line when he told those tales about you.”
I glanced at the mantle clock and realized it was already past nine thirty, and that we’d been talking for half an hour with no sign of Alex or the wine. When I plucked up my courage to ask where he was, Roland said,
“Oh, I could see that he’d had too much to drink, so when I asked for red wine, he knew to open a bottle and let it breathe and take a short nap. He’ll feel better when he wakes up.”
Wow, I thought, Alex acts like a top, but it seems like he takes orders from his friend. Am I going to be dealing with two tops tonight? Ten minutes later, I began to find out. When Alex re-appeared he was wearing just a pair of tight shorts and carrying a bottle of wine with three glasses. When Roland asked, he said he’d had a good nap and was feeling top notch.
“Too many gin and tonics in too short a time; that was the problem. The wine is fine, let’s have a toast to an interesting evening”
He filled all three glasses and handed them out. I sipped mine, trying to keep a clear head, while they rehashed the disastrous party and then went on to talk about the house and about their friends in London. I drank my wine slowly while wondering why they had me there if all they were going to do was drink and gossip. Later I looked up at the clock on the mantelpiece and saw it was already eleven pm. When I turned back from looking at the clock, I realized Roland had seen me checking the time.