theapman
March 16th, 2006, 05:13 PM
A wave of warmth ran down my neck and shoulders, and I opened my eyes. Cool hands were softly kneading my shoulders and neck.
“Hey, Mark, sorry to wake you up, buddy. I’m Josh, your new roommate.”
As I looked up, he took his hands off my shoulders and smiled. He sat on the bed right next to me.
I flipped the sheets off my shirtless torso and tried halfheartedly to conceal the stretch in my red boxers. I stretched my arms out, rubbed a hand through my hair, and yawned.
Josh offered his hand. I shook it and smiled sleepily.
“Hi there,” I said. “Glad to see you finally got here.”
“Ah, I finally decided to join up with you kids.”
I opened my eyes a little more alertly and stared at Josh.
The mischievous blue eyes of a young blond stared back. My roommate.
“I’m hardly a kid, brother. I’m about as tall as your six feet, I’d wager. But I did wonder why they assigned a senior to a freshman room.”
“It’s part of a program the administration put together. It’s supposed to help you kids get adjusted and whatnot. My innate charisma and intelligence made me an obvious candidate.” He grinned.
“So listen Mark -- after you get dressed, why don’t we catch some lunch? It’s nearly noon, and there’s a great sandwich place I know.”
“Sounds good. Lemme just take a piss and a change real quick and I’ll be ready.”
I started up from the bed and started heading towards the bathroom. But before I could reach my destination, hoping to quietly relax away my horniness, a girl with long, golden hair pushed her way through the door. A skimpily cut top revealed ample cleavage. Her blue eyes and fresh clear skin mirrored Josh’s; they might have been siblings.
“Hey Josh,” she purred, sliding by him towards me. “Who’s the cutiepie you’ve got as your roommate?”
“That’s Mark.”
“Well, Josh, he’s just adorable,” she said, and in one smooth motion she was next to me. She ran one cool hand through my hair and scraped her other down my bare chest, hitting a nipple which twanged in hardened excitement.
I awkwardly held still, not knowing whether to enjoy it or to withdraw. I grimaced at Mark, but he just winked.
“Oh, he’s still got a bit of a baby-face, don’t you see,” she asked as she stroked my cheek, slid her hands down my shoulder, and rubbed my armpits. “It complements that jet-black hair.” I got stiffer.
“Don’t enjoy him too much, Jenny,” Josh said, “I think there’s a prohibition somewhere against cradle-robbing.”
“Oh, I won’t dear, don’t worry. But one has to just love this beautiful, smooth, lean chest,” she said and flicked her finger against my now-rock-hard right nipple. “They just beg to be cherished, adored, worshipped.”
“One just has to love these lovely abs,” she said, rubbing my stomach, now quivering.
By now I was panting a little in embarrassment.
“Oh he’s just to die for,” our queen of Sheba intoned as she pushed me against her and kissed me deeply on the lip. And as she kissed me she rubbed herself vigorously against me and I became rock hard.
“Best of all, I don’t think he’s lacking in man’s most important department, either, if you know what I mean. I’d be careful, Josh. In that grim, schoolboy grace of his, he’s almost as cute as you are.”
And then, with a twirl, she walked away.
I flushed a bright red, and Josh smiled.
“I hope that didn’t bother you too much. That’s Jenny, my on-again off-again girlfriend. Really, she’s more of a force of nature.”
“No, not at all,” I replied, forcing more fluster into my voice than perhaps I felt. “It was quite…stimulating.”
“Well, anyway,” Josh said, “take a piss, get some clothes on, and let’s go grab a bite to eat.”
“Will do.”
I tramped off to the bathroom and took a piss. Jenny’s visit had been stimulating all right. Though her looks alone didn’t much excite me, I can’t resist anyone who touches me that way.
When I came out, Josh was gone out the door, probably to chat with a few friends. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and waited.
He returned in a minute or two, and slapped me on the back.
“Looking good, Mark, looking good. Say, we’re going to use my motorcycle to get where we’re going. But damn, my helmet’s in my suitcase, and I’m too damn lazy to unpack right now. Mind if we go just a little unsafe?”
I hesitated.
“C’mon, Mark, live a little,” he coaxed, and, putting a confident arm about my shoulder led me through the hallway and into the elevator.
The motorcycle was beautiful. A new Harley-Davidson, it sparkled in the sun with all the freshness of a new spring flower.
“Ever been on a motorcycle before, pal?” Josh asked.
“Uh, actually, no, I haven’t.”
“Nothing to it,” Josh said, and massaged my neck in reassurance. His strong warm hands kneading my flesh brought on a quiver. He slapped me on the back again and gave me instructions.
“It’s simple,” he said. “Just hop on behind me and hold on to me tight. I may go a little fast, but trust me, you will have a good time.”
I was more than happy to wrap myself around his lean, hard body off of which came the strong smell of soap and cologne. I put my arms right under his armpits, which flexed in anticipation of the journey ahead, and locked my arms around suave pectorals that neatly defined the lines of his tight white undershirt.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Let’s get going.”
Josh drove like a maniac – but an expert maniac. The wind and the speed were exhilarating—almost as exhilarating as the intoxicating smell of confidence that radiated from the charming devil in front of me. Josh loosened my inhibitions; his very presence filled my blood with pain and lust.
As the motorcycle spun, I acted more stunned and bewildered than I truly was, and clung to his magnificent arched back, feeling the muscles flex underneath the flapping of his loose outer shirt.
I dug into his armpits with my upper arm and enjoyed the slightly cramped feeling of discomfort that Josh experienced as he tried to maneuver with this impediment.
Every motorcycle turn was also an opportunity to tighten my embrace, and to claw my hands up and down his princely chest in a seeming effort to hold on better. As I rubbed my fist against his firm red nipples, they hardened in the cold and against the friction of my hands.
And as I enjoyed embracing Josh, I gradually nuzzled myself against his neck as the motorcycle sailed through the roads, and only barely restrained myself from kissing the utterly self-confident and assured neck that shone, smooth and unrestrained, with the faint aroma of sweet sweat. A small line of hair finely cut traveled down the nape of his neck, and I bit it, very gently. His head jerked a little in shock.
By now I was burning with lust, but I shoved it hard against Josh’s body and didn’t move it. And, right before I reached a point of no return, we reached our destination.
He got down, as I did too, trying badly to conceal the wave in my shorts that overhung my smooth, lean legs.
Josh smiled, seeming not to have noticed a thing, and complimented me. “Good job hanging on, bud. Let’s grab a bite to eat.”
It turned out to be a hamburger place. And Josh had good taste – there were really good hamburgers.
Over the next few weeks, Josh and I soon became fast friends. And although we hung out in somewhat different groups, Josh would always make time to chat with me about school, to introduce me to some of his more colorful friends, and, what delighted me most of all, to let me ride on his motorcycle again. I always asked to go without a helmet, saying that I thought it was more fun. He always agreed.
One fine Saturday afternoon, after I took my shower, Josh told me about the exclusive party to which he and a few others were going. It was, he said, invitation only, and, he added, he had an invitation with my name on it. He told me how special it was, and added that there was a $40 fee, but that it would be worth it. Would I go?
“Of course,” I replied.
“Good,” he said, “and make sure to dress up in a suit and tie. I’m going to take a shower.”
And soon as the bathroom door closed, I dropped the red bathrobe I was wearing and put on some silk boxers. I got out my suit and put on my shirt without buttoning it, and then realized that I had a problem.
I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey Josh!”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t how to a tie a tie. Do you?”
“Yeah… I’ll be right out.”
In about thirty seconds the shower went off and Josh came out soaking wet and with a towel around his waist. His skin, tanned lightly, dripped with water, and his damp hair looked dark blond in the light He brushed up against me and his hair dripped a little water in my face.
“Hey, sorry about that,” Josh said, backing a little away. “I guess I should dry myself off a little more.”
Josh whipped the towel off his waist and for a radiant ten seconds I had a vision of lean, well-toned manhood. Josh dried his hair, roughly mopped off his chest, and then wrapped the blue towel around his waist again.
“Sorry about that again” he said cheerfully.
“Hey, no problem,” I said and smiled.
Josh came closer again, this time not spilling any water on me, and he took the tie that lay on the nearby counter. He tied the tie around his own neck quickly, just to establish the knot. The blue of the tie contrasted nicely with the brown of his chest as it led up to the pink of his puckered nipples.
He casually looped the tie off his neck and then casually smoothed his hands through my hair and lifted my chin up. My unbuttoned white shirt left my smooth chest exposed and so first Josh ran his hands quickly over my exposed front and just brushed over my boxers, not touching the package beneath. As I felt his piercingly gentle touch and knew it to be the innocence of an unselfconscious friend, I shivered with delight.
“Just relax,” he said, and started expertly buttoning my shirt for me. Then he patted down my neck with his calm and expert hands and raised my collar. He took the tie and put it around my neck, tightened it. It lay at a perfect length down my upper torso, and he grinned. He took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I faced into the mirror. I had to admit, he had tied the tie professionally.
Suddenly he stood behind me, the heat of his naked back radiating against my thin white dress shirt, and the fleshy feeling of towel against my ass. His elbows lifted up and pushed me against him; I could feel the soft warmth of his skin against the tautness of my back. He leaned forward and suddenly his face touched mine cheek-to-cheek and we saw ourselves, two dashing young men in the mirror. He grinned awkwardly, and a drop of water from his face fell into my half-open mouth.
“We’re real handsome devils, aren’t we? I’m damn good at tying ties if I say so myself.”
He withdrew a bit, and then suddenly clasped my face together suddenly in his warm showered hands, still from behind, and shook me a bit. Then he slapped my right cheek.
“You certainly are. Thanks.” I replied.
“No problem. Just a sec more, let me get dressed and then in about two hours we’ll depart for our party.”
He was stunningly dressed in a beautiful blue dress shirt and a dashing red tie. He was immaculately combed and well-shaved, and, looking in the mirror as he finished dressing, I thought to myself that one could easily mistake us for older and younger brothers. He, the more confident, easygoing, noble blond. I, the younger, more inexperienced and yet more serious dark-haired boy. And yet we both had the nobility of that strange admixture of man and youth, near baby faces coexisting with certain bodily maturity, preppiness along with unusual cuteness, and seeming vulnerability in line with an unlimited strength. I was the worshipper who longed to be accepted by the hero.
And indeed, that was the main reason I had been attracted to him. In the high school in my small town, I had always been a loner. Despite my good looks and good grades, the fact that I was an illegitimate child always isolated me from the rest of the gang. I was unwilling to cast my lot with the other outcasts, and so simply bided my time waiting. The warm affection of his glance, the enormously open young face and his utter ability to envelop me with a glance filled my soul with a passionate longing. A longing all the stronger for the fact that it might never be fulfilled.
I thought about all this, but only briefly, as we drove to the party. Josh and I chatted about various small things – about the classes we were both taking, and about various upcoming school activities.
“Jenny is a real pain,” Josh sighed.
“Why’s that?”
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious that she sleeps around, but I try to ignore it. Her antics do get tiring, though”
“Why don’t you just dump her and get yourself a real girl,” I asked.
“If only it were that simple. She’s the hottest girl in school, and no guy turns his back on a catch like that. Whoever owns Jenny is the alpha male, and everyone else knows it.”
I took the opportunity to pat Josh lightly on the back and then sat back.
“I see. Well, if you feel that way, I guess we’ve just got to wait and see what happens.”
“I guess so.”
The atmosphere in the car temporarily darkened and then cleared again.
“But damn it, Mark, this party’s going to brighten up my day. Jenny isn’t coming, but there are other fish in the sea, and two can play at that game, if you know what I mean?”
“I’m not sure I get your drift.”
“Just wait and see.”
The party went well. It was lavishly appointed, and Josh set me up with a beautiful girl named Marissa to be my partner. Meanwhile he went dancing with Jenny.
I had a good time, but I was preoccupied the whole night with watching Josh’s inordinate grace on the dance floor. His suit suited him, and as he danced he seemed a figure of an older time, royalty, nearly divinity as he danced under the light. The casual way in which he twirled his partner, his effortless charisma and popularity, and his terrific youth all had me shaking even as Marissa vainly clutched her sumptuous body against mine.
Marissa and I parted at the end of the night, even though many other couples booked a room. Marissa tried to persuade me to go with her, but I refused and told her in apology that I had some other commitments. She seemed first hurt, then angry, and then distant and finally simply left.
At first I didn’t notice Josh anywhere on the dance floor, and so I waited and waited. It was 1:30 in the morning, and most of the couples had already left to one place or another. I started looking around for Josh, but I couldn’t find him. At 2:15, he finally stumbled towards me, his face a dejected mess.
I instinctively put his arm around my shoulder and my hand around his waist.
“What’s the problem, Josh? What’s wrong?”
His misery only heightened his the fox-like innocence of his face, and he seemed on the verge of tears.
“Jenny left me.”
I drove Josh home as he recounted how he had pulled Jenny off the floor and confronted her about her infidelity. She had simply laughed in his face. Indeed, he said, Jenny had simply walked out the back door. Josh had been so embarrassed to come back to the dance floor that he had skulked around in the corners of the hotel, miserable.
“And it’s not, Mark, like she’s the only hot girl around. She isn’t. But she’s considered the hottest, and that makes her worth something.”
We pulled into the dorm lot and we started walking up. I still supported Josh as he walked up the steps.
“Josh, look, don’t worry about her. Why gain your esteem on whether you possess her or not? Haven’t you looked at yourself some time? You’re a popular guy.”
“I know, I know. But it just makes me fucking angry sometimes.”
We entered the apartment and I switched the light on.
“Hey, Josh, just relax. Lie on the bed. Let me give you a massage. Trust me, I give good massages.”
Josh nodded, and removed his coat and tie and crashed on the bed. His white shirt was crumpled and he lay his head down on a pillow.
I turned him around on his side.
“I’m going to have to remove your shirt, of course. Can’t massage you with this on.”
I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, lifted his tie off of his soft head of hair, and then lifted his shirt – taking care to brush the nibs of his chest as I did so – around his lean and weary arms. I then pushed him back onto his stomach.
I untied his shoes and threw off his socks.
“Just a sec,” I said.
I then stood up and removed my own coat and unbuttoned my shirt, and removed my tie. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and I knelt down next to the bed.
I first put my head next to his, nearly the way he had earlier today, and deeply inhaled that wonderful smell of sweat, cologne, soap, and shampoo that clung to him.
“You’re going to enjoy this. Just relax,” I whispered in his ear, and then moved away.
I started with his head. I disregarded the carefully arranged short boyish look that he had created, and kneaded my fingers over his scalp. Even his scalp felt manly, tough but young and virile. I loved the feeling of his downy blond hair in my fingers. I carefully rubbed the flesh all around his head from the top of the neck, to his ears, and then to the top of his forehead.
“Oh, that’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping.
I then carefully massaged his neck and shoulders. I rubbed and rolled the tired muscles stretched tight over his light and flawless skin. His tension resided mostly in his shoulders, and so I spent considerable time here, carefully rubbing his stress away.
He groaned, and I moved on next to his back. His back was a beautiful curved instrument whose crispness and strength reminded me of a crouching tiger. I molded his back carefully, using the techniques of massage I had read about, pinching slowly, then fast, and then slowly again.
I found kneeling down next to him to be too difficult, so I simply sat on his legs and stretched forward. Josh was silent and had closed his eyes. Only a small smile on his face indicated that he was not asleep.
I alternated massaging his back with running up his athletic sides all the way to the warm and slightly damp fur of his armpit. When there, I took his armpit in my arms, and, despite his squirming, massaged it deeply with my fingers. Then I ran down the sides of his perfectly proportioned body once more.
I stopped to lick a finger, and savored the taste of his cool, sweet deodorant.
I kept going up and down now, massaging his back, neck, sides, and armpits, and then stopped for a moment.
“Please go on,” he begged, “you are a fucking magician.”
“Just a second,” I said.
And I turned him over so that his beautiful lean chest faced me. He didn’t object.
I started from his shoulders again and then went to his armpits again. Enjoying the intense heat that resided there. I kept going down his sides, this time slightly tickling him. He clearly enjoyed it.
Then I went to his neck, closer in than his shoulder, and massaged his throat and his chin and his face. I creased his high rosy cheeks and his aristocratic forehead. I moved down and this time as my hands traveled down his throat they kept traveling.
They stopped as I massaged his magnificent and hairless pectoral muscles, grasping the areas of flesh that contained his nipples with both of my hands and tweaking and pulling them. Josh rolled his head in delight even as his eyes remained closed.
“God, that is fucking amazing. Don’t stop… You give an incredible fucking….oooh…massage.”
I simply smiled and for a moment, just put my hand to the left side of a chest that heaved in relaxed breath. I felt a heartbeat that beat against my hand like the curiosity of a small boy in wonder at the world.
I ran my hands further down his chest, and tickled the light line of blond hair that ran its way into his pants. I pressed against his abdominal muscles, the muscles of a man in that they were tough and defined, but still those of a boy in that they were well-proportioned and not obscene in size. I felt their fleshy warmth in my hands and my heart beat faster.
I turned Josh on his back again, and he moaned.
“I’m gonna massage your legs too. One sec.”
I got up, went to the bathroom, and got one of the towels that I had used to dry off today.
“You’re gonna have to get your pants off for this. Otherwise I can’t get down there effectively. Just relax, I’ll help you.”
I rolled him over again onto his back and unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants. I then pushed the pants down as far as they would go. I ran my hands lightly down the now-exposed legs and took pleasure in the newly escaping heat.
I rolled him back onto his chest and pushed the pants down all the way, revealing those dark silk boxers. I then pulled his pants off his legs and tossed them. Josh’s legs were works of art, slender, muscular, and tanned, and hairless. They reminded me of those of legs of male lifeguards on TV. Only Josh was much more good-looking overall.
“One more item, buddy,” I grinned. I pulled down his boxers just enough to expose his butt-cheeks. They lay, newly minted, and a touch tanned like the rest of the body. Josh had been a good tanner, and no white lines marred his colors.
I slapped the temptingly soft but firm buttocks.
“Hey!” he said.
“Almost, almost. This will be worth it, trust me.”
I ran my fingers lightly down the crack of his butt and down close to his groin. He groaned, but it was a groan of question now and not merely of pleasure.
I didn’t respond except to turn him over and pull the rest of his boxers down his tempting inner thighs. Josh’s member lay quietly, half-firm in the nest of a beautiful sack of balls. I took a look at Josh’s body in totality now, and he looked like nothing less than a sleeping and adolescent Nordic god of youth.
I quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and loosely tied it. I again turned him over onto his chest. I started from his feet. I massaged his soft, baby-skin feet and felt the toes wriggle in ecstasy as I ran my fingers up, down, around, and through them. I felt the soft toughness of his skin and my heart was beating faster.
I quickly slipped out of my pants now, too, and remained only in my warm silk boxers and I knelt to the side of his legs.
I worked my hands up his smooth and toned calves, enjoying the ripe feel of his flesh, kneading, scratching, and tickling. The flesh turned a beautiful brownish pink everywhere my hands went. I next went to his thighs.
My hands worked under the towel, slowly pressing and gripping his firm and proportioned thighs and slowly and methodically working them over. Though I could not see what was happening under the towel, I felt the heat increase as I worked my way closer and closer to Josh’s essence.
The skin became softer and softer and even more sensitive, and every tickle produced a shudder. I saw Josh’s mouth hung open in half protest but no words came out. I saw the towel lift, and then lift more. But short of his nuts I stopped and started working backwards. I worked myself all the way back down to his feet. His body was burning, and so was mine. My boxers were alight with a towering pole that he had only to open his eyes to see.
He groaned when I stopped at his feet and I lay down next to him.
He opened his eyes and saw my naked face.
He leaned over and rubbed my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, I owe you a lot, thanks, buddy.”
He massaged my neck a bit more and then gave me a kiss on the other cheek. I could see the towel rising further and he flushed.
“Hey, no problem,” I replied. “What are friends for?”
“God, that massage really invigorated me.” Josh tried clumsily to give me a quick manly embrace but instead fell on top of me. His chest dug into mine, and I could feel the firmness of his nipples in my flesh.
He ran his hands through my hair, and gave me a kiss on the neck.
“You know, you’re a very good looking kid.”
I nodded and gulped.
He gave me a kiss on the left side of my neck.
“I was wondering why you didn’t go home with Marissa.”
He moved down on my body and gave me a kiss on the other side of my neck.
“I mean,” he moved down and kiss the top of my chest. His towel was coming off.
“with,” he kissed my left nipple.
“a body,” he kissed and licked my right nipple, and I chill went up my spine. My erect maleness was tenting the boxers into Josh’s abdomen now.
“like this,” he licked the curve where of my pecs.
“what woman,” he moved down and kissed my rock-hard abs three times
“could resist?”
“A veritable Adonis, a Greek God in the flesh,” he intoned and moved down to my hip, and kissed four times the hot, damp, and tight flesh that made it up. As his head moved down his cute blond hair tickled my stomach.
“What woman could resist?” he repeated and moved me hungrily onto my chest. I moved without resistance. He too removed my boxers just enough to reveal my butt cheeks.
He kissed them both.
“As you can see, even I can’t resist this tempting morsel.”
Sweat poured down his face now and his hair was damp. The towel was off and his manhood glistened in the light with a spear-like vengeance.
He slowly lifted my legs, which bent at the knee, and slowly removed my boxers the rest of my way. Before moving them off my feet, he deeply inhaled of them and smiled.
“That’s the menu,” he said.
He lay against the bed, his penis crushed against the sheets, and stuck his head through my inner thighs. He kissed each side of my inner thighs.
He feverishly kissed the spot between my anus and my manhood, and I felt his noble head and hair against my bottom of my balls.
He tenderly kissed my sack and took one of my balls in his mouth and rolled it. I shuddered in ecstasy
He then came to my member, which struck out at least nine inches, and first kissed the dark matting of hair around it.
He inhaled deeply again.
“Ah, your smell,” he said. “The soap, the cologne, the shampoo, and now the heavenly musk of a god in heat.”
He unrolled the foreskin at the top of my hardness and kissed the piss-slot at the top. I nearly came.
“Ah ah ah, we have to wait till later for dessert.”
He moved down again then and lifted my legs up again. He moved his head out of my legs and put my legs up, slightly elevated on his shoulder. He grabbed a pillow and put several of them under my back.
He then opened my butt cheeks, which lay on the pillow in front of him, and pulled my hole towards him. He stuck his face in my fragrant buttocks and licked. I groaned in inexpressible pleasure.
He kept licking my hole, going slowly around it, his confident tongue darting around my anus and clearly enjoying it. I experienced waves of heat and cold as the sight of his face in my ass and his noble tongue worshipping me brought me to a state of fiery power.
He then moved back up to my cock and started licking it, when I could not hold out any longer, I cried out, “Stop!”
But he wouldn’t. He swallowed the entire shaft of my cock into his moist, rough throat and started sliding up and down it, licking every now and then the tip of my penis with his tongue.
I wrapped my inner thighs around his head and started massaging his scalp.
Then suddenly he shifted his whole body up off and wrapped his powerful legs gently around my head. His arched chest radiated heat onto mine. I took the cue… I opened his ass cheeks and my tongue dove in with wild abandon into that soft, clean flesh.
Meanwhile his tongue tickled the base and then shaft of my cock. As my mouth moved from kissing his anus down the trail of soft skin to his heavy, full nuts, he teethed my pubic hairs, gently tweaking them.
Finally I took him in my mouth as he took me in his, and as we both started to lick and suck I ran my hands down his smooth, cut chest and tweaked his nipples. He moaned, and stiffened, and when he could stand it no more his thick, sweet cream flowed into my mouth in a never-ending gush.
I had just started swallowing it when I, too, could take no more, and released a geyser into his waiting velvet mouth. My cum dripped from his lips back onto my nuts.
He finally got off me, and, I let him loose. He turned around on the bed, and twined his sweaty body against mine.
He stroked my hair, and we kissed.
Then, held in each other’s arms, we went to sleep.
“Hey, Mark, sorry to wake you up, buddy. I’m Josh, your new roommate.”
As I looked up, he took his hands off my shoulders and smiled. He sat on the bed right next to me.
I flipped the sheets off my shirtless torso and tried halfheartedly to conceal the stretch in my red boxers. I stretched my arms out, rubbed a hand through my hair, and yawned.
Josh offered his hand. I shook it and smiled sleepily.
“Hi there,” I said. “Glad to see you finally got here.”
“Ah, I finally decided to join up with you kids.”
I opened my eyes a little more alertly and stared at Josh.
The mischievous blue eyes of a young blond stared back. My roommate.
“I’m hardly a kid, brother. I’m about as tall as your six feet, I’d wager. But I did wonder why they assigned a senior to a freshman room.”
“It’s part of a program the administration put together. It’s supposed to help you kids get adjusted and whatnot. My innate charisma and intelligence made me an obvious candidate.” He grinned.
“So listen Mark -- after you get dressed, why don’t we catch some lunch? It’s nearly noon, and there’s a great sandwich place I know.”
“Sounds good. Lemme just take a piss and a change real quick and I’ll be ready.”
I started up from the bed and started heading towards the bathroom. But before I could reach my destination, hoping to quietly relax away my horniness, a girl with long, golden hair pushed her way through the door. A skimpily cut top revealed ample cleavage. Her blue eyes and fresh clear skin mirrored Josh’s; they might have been siblings.
“Hey Josh,” she purred, sliding by him towards me. “Who’s the cutiepie you’ve got as your roommate?”
“That’s Mark.”
“Well, Josh, he’s just adorable,” she said, and in one smooth motion she was next to me. She ran one cool hand through my hair and scraped her other down my bare chest, hitting a nipple which twanged in hardened excitement.
I awkwardly held still, not knowing whether to enjoy it or to withdraw. I grimaced at Mark, but he just winked.
“Oh, he’s still got a bit of a baby-face, don’t you see,” she asked as she stroked my cheek, slid her hands down my shoulder, and rubbed my armpits. “It complements that jet-black hair.” I got stiffer.
“Don’t enjoy him too much, Jenny,” Josh said, “I think there’s a prohibition somewhere against cradle-robbing.”
“Oh, I won’t dear, don’t worry. But one has to just love this beautiful, smooth, lean chest,” she said and flicked her finger against my now-rock-hard right nipple. “They just beg to be cherished, adored, worshipped.”
“One just has to love these lovely abs,” she said, rubbing my stomach, now quivering.
By now I was panting a little in embarrassment.
“Oh he’s just to die for,” our queen of Sheba intoned as she pushed me against her and kissed me deeply on the lip. And as she kissed me she rubbed herself vigorously against me and I became rock hard.
“Best of all, I don’t think he’s lacking in man’s most important department, either, if you know what I mean. I’d be careful, Josh. In that grim, schoolboy grace of his, he’s almost as cute as you are.”
And then, with a twirl, she walked away.
I flushed a bright red, and Josh smiled.
“I hope that didn’t bother you too much. That’s Jenny, my on-again off-again girlfriend. Really, she’s more of a force of nature.”
“No, not at all,” I replied, forcing more fluster into my voice than perhaps I felt. “It was quite…stimulating.”
“Well, anyway,” Josh said, “take a piss, get some clothes on, and let’s go grab a bite to eat.”
“Will do.”
I tramped off to the bathroom and took a piss. Jenny’s visit had been stimulating all right. Though her looks alone didn’t much excite me, I can’t resist anyone who touches me that way.
When I came out, Josh was gone out the door, probably to chat with a few friends. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts, and waited.
He returned in a minute or two, and slapped me on the back.
“Looking good, Mark, looking good. Say, we’re going to use my motorcycle to get where we’re going. But damn, my helmet’s in my suitcase, and I’m too damn lazy to unpack right now. Mind if we go just a little unsafe?”
I hesitated.
“C’mon, Mark, live a little,” he coaxed, and, putting a confident arm about my shoulder led me through the hallway and into the elevator.
The motorcycle was beautiful. A new Harley-Davidson, it sparkled in the sun with all the freshness of a new spring flower.
“Ever been on a motorcycle before, pal?” Josh asked.
“Uh, actually, no, I haven’t.”
“Nothing to it,” Josh said, and massaged my neck in reassurance. His strong warm hands kneading my flesh brought on a quiver. He slapped me on the back again and gave me instructions.
“It’s simple,” he said. “Just hop on behind me and hold on to me tight. I may go a little fast, but trust me, you will have a good time.”
I was more than happy to wrap myself around his lean, hard body off of which came the strong smell of soap and cologne. I put my arms right under his armpits, which flexed in anticipation of the journey ahead, and locked my arms around suave pectorals that neatly defined the lines of his tight white undershirt.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Let’s get going.”
Josh drove like a maniac – but an expert maniac. The wind and the speed were exhilarating—almost as exhilarating as the intoxicating smell of confidence that radiated from the charming devil in front of me. Josh loosened my inhibitions; his very presence filled my blood with pain and lust.
As the motorcycle spun, I acted more stunned and bewildered than I truly was, and clung to his magnificent arched back, feeling the muscles flex underneath the flapping of his loose outer shirt.
I dug into his armpits with my upper arm and enjoyed the slightly cramped feeling of discomfort that Josh experienced as he tried to maneuver with this impediment.
Every motorcycle turn was also an opportunity to tighten my embrace, and to claw my hands up and down his princely chest in a seeming effort to hold on better. As I rubbed my fist against his firm red nipples, they hardened in the cold and against the friction of my hands.
And as I enjoyed embracing Josh, I gradually nuzzled myself against his neck as the motorcycle sailed through the roads, and only barely restrained myself from kissing the utterly self-confident and assured neck that shone, smooth and unrestrained, with the faint aroma of sweet sweat. A small line of hair finely cut traveled down the nape of his neck, and I bit it, very gently. His head jerked a little in shock.
By now I was burning with lust, but I shoved it hard against Josh’s body and didn’t move it. And, right before I reached a point of no return, we reached our destination.
He got down, as I did too, trying badly to conceal the wave in my shorts that overhung my smooth, lean legs.
Josh smiled, seeming not to have noticed a thing, and complimented me. “Good job hanging on, bud. Let’s grab a bite to eat.”
It turned out to be a hamburger place. And Josh had good taste – there were really good hamburgers.
Over the next few weeks, Josh and I soon became fast friends. And although we hung out in somewhat different groups, Josh would always make time to chat with me about school, to introduce me to some of his more colorful friends, and, what delighted me most of all, to let me ride on his motorcycle again. I always asked to go without a helmet, saying that I thought it was more fun. He always agreed.
One fine Saturday afternoon, after I took my shower, Josh told me about the exclusive party to which he and a few others were going. It was, he said, invitation only, and, he added, he had an invitation with my name on it. He told me how special it was, and added that there was a $40 fee, but that it would be worth it. Would I go?
“Of course,” I replied.
“Good,” he said, “and make sure to dress up in a suit and tie. I’m going to take a shower.”
And soon as the bathroom door closed, I dropped the red bathrobe I was wearing and put on some silk boxers. I got out my suit and put on my shirt without buttoning it, and then realized that I had a problem.
I knocked on the bathroom door.
“Hey Josh!”
“Yeah?”
“I don’t how to a tie a tie. Do you?”
“Yeah… I’ll be right out.”
In about thirty seconds the shower went off and Josh came out soaking wet and with a towel around his waist. His skin, tanned lightly, dripped with water, and his damp hair looked dark blond in the light He brushed up against me and his hair dripped a little water in my face.
“Hey, sorry about that,” Josh said, backing a little away. “I guess I should dry myself off a little more.”
Josh whipped the towel off his waist and for a radiant ten seconds I had a vision of lean, well-toned manhood. Josh dried his hair, roughly mopped off his chest, and then wrapped the blue towel around his waist again.
“Sorry about that again” he said cheerfully.
“Hey, no problem,” I said and smiled.
Josh came closer again, this time not spilling any water on me, and he took the tie that lay on the nearby counter. He tied the tie around his own neck quickly, just to establish the knot. The blue of the tie contrasted nicely with the brown of his chest as it led up to the pink of his puckered nipples.
He casually looped the tie off his neck and then casually smoothed his hands through my hair and lifted my chin up. My unbuttoned white shirt left my smooth chest exposed and so first Josh ran his hands quickly over my exposed front and just brushed over my boxers, not touching the package beneath. As I felt his piercingly gentle touch and knew it to be the innocence of an unselfconscious friend, I shivered with delight.
“Just relax,” he said, and started expertly buttoning my shirt for me. Then he patted down my neck with his calm and expert hands and raised my collar. He took the tie and put it around my neck, tightened it. It lay at a perfect length down my upper torso, and he grinned. He took me by the shoulders and turned me around so I faced into the mirror. I had to admit, he had tied the tie professionally.
Suddenly he stood behind me, the heat of his naked back radiating against my thin white dress shirt, and the fleshy feeling of towel against my ass. His elbows lifted up and pushed me against him; I could feel the soft warmth of his skin against the tautness of my back. He leaned forward and suddenly his face touched mine cheek-to-cheek and we saw ourselves, two dashing young men in the mirror. He grinned awkwardly, and a drop of water from his face fell into my half-open mouth.
“We’re real handsome devils, aren’t we? I’m damn good at tying ties if I say so myself.”
He withdrew a bit, and then suddenly clasped my face together suddenly in his warm showered hands, still from behind, and shook me a bit. Then he slapped my right cheek.
“You certainly are. Thanks.” I replied.
“No problem. Just a sec more, let me get dressed and then in about two hours we’ll depart for our party.”
He was stunningly dressed in a beautiful blue dress shirt and a dashing red tie. He was immaculately combed and well-shaved, and, looking in the mirror as he finished dressing, I thought to myself that one could easily mistake us for older and younger brothers. He, the more confident, easygoing, noble blond. I, the younger, more inexperienced and yet more serious dark-haired boy. And yet we both had the nobility of that strange admixture of man and youth, near baby faces coexisting with certain bodily maturity, preppiness along with unusual cuteness, and seeming vulnerability in line with an unlimited strength. I was the worshipper who longed to be accepted by the hero.
And indeed, that was the main reason I had been attracted to him. In the high school in my small town, I had always been a loner. Despite my good looks and good grades, the fact that I was an illegitimate child always isolated me from the rest of the gang. I was unwilling to cast my lot with the other outcasts, and so simply bided my time waiting. The warm affection of his glance, the enormously open young face and his utter ability to envelop me with a glance filled my soul with a passionate longing. A longing all the stronger for the fact that it might never be fulfilled.
I thought about all this, but only briefly, as we drove to the party. Josh and I chatted about various small things – about the classes we were both taking, and about various upcoming school activities.
“Jenny is a real pain,” Josh sighed.
“Why’s that?”
“I mean, it’s pretty obvious that she sleeps around, but I try to ignore it. Her antics do get tiring, though”
“Why don’t you just dump her and get yourself a real girl,” I asked.
“If only it were that simple. She’s the hottest girl in school, and no guy turns his back on a catch like that. Whoever owns Jenny is the alpha male, and everyone else knows it.”
I took the opportunity to pat Josh lightly on the back and then sat back.
“I see. Well, if you feel that way, I guess we’ve just got to wait and see what happens.”
“I guess so.”
The atmosphere in the car temporarily darkened and then cleared again.
“But damn it, Mark, this party’s going to brighten up my day. Jenny isn’t coming, but there are other fish in the sea, and two can play at that game, if you know what I mean?”
“I’m not sure I get your drift.”
“Just wait and see.”
The party went well. It was lavishly appointed, and Josh set me up with a beautiful girl named Marissa to be my partner. Meanwhile he went dancing with Jenny.
I had a good time, but I was preoccupied the whole night with watching Josh’s inordinate grace on the dance floor. His suit suited him, and as he danced he seemed a figure of an older time, royalty, nearly divinity as he danced under the light. The casual way in which he twirled his partner, his effortless charisma and popularity, and his terrific youth all had me shaking even as Marissa vainly clutched her sumptuous body against mine.
Marissa and I parted at the end of the night, even though many other couples booked a room. Marissa tried to persuade me to go with her, but I refused and told her in apology that I had some other commitments. She seemed first hurt, then angry, and then distant and finally simply left.
At first I didn’t notice Josh anywhere on the dance floor, and so I waited and waited. It was 1:30 in the morning, and most of the couples had already left to one place or another. I started looking around for Josh, but I couldn’t find him. At 2:15, he finally stumbled towards me, his face a dejected mess.
I instinctively put his arm around my shoulder and my hand around his waist.
“What’s the problem, Josh? What’s wrong?”
His misery only heightened his the fox-like innocence of his face, and he seemed on the verge of tears.
“Jenny left me.”
I drove Josh home as he recounted how he had pulled Jenny off the floor and confronted her about her infidelity. She had simply laughed in his face. Indeed, he said, Jenny had simply walked out the back door. Josh had been so embarrassed to come back to the dance floor that he had skulked around in the corners of the hotel, miserable.
“And it’s not, Mark, like she’s the only hot girl around. She isn’t. But she’s considered the hottest, and that makes her worth something.”
We pulled into the dorm lot and we started walking up. I still supported Josh as he walked up the steps.
“Josh, look, don’t worry about her. Why gain your esteem on whether you possess her or not? Haven’t you looked at yourself some time? You’re a popular guy.”
“I know, I know. But it just makes me fucking angry sometimes.”
We entered the apartment and I switched the light on.
“Hey, Josh, just relax. Lie on the bed. Let me give you a massage. Trust me, I give good massages.”
Josh nodded, and removed his coat and tie and crashed on the bed. His white shirt was crumpled and he lay his head down on a pillow.
I turned him around on his side.
“I’m going to have to remove your shirt, of course. Can’t massage you with this on.”
I quickly unbuttoned his shirt, lifted his tie off of his soft head of hair, and then lifted his shirt – taking care to brush the nibs of his chest as I did so – around his lean and weary arms. I then pushed him back onto his stomach.
I untied his shoes and threw off his socks.
“Just a sec,” I said.
I then stood up and removed my own coat and unbuttoned my shirt, and removed my tie. I kicked off my shoes and socks, and I knelt down next to the bed.
I first put my head next to his, nearly the way he had earlier today, and deeply inhaled that wonderful smell of sweat, cologne, soap, and shampoo that clung to him.
“You’re going to enjoy this. Just relax,” I whispered in his ear, and then moved away.
I started with his head. I disregarded the carefully arranged short boyish look that he had created, and kneaded my fingers over his scalp. Even his scalp felt manly, tough but young and virile. I loved the feeling of his downy blond hair in my fingers. I carefully rubbed the flesh all around his head from the top of the neck, to his ears, and then to the top of his forehead.
“Oh, that’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop.”
I had no intention of stopping.
I then carefully massaged his neck and shoulders. I rubbed and rolled the tired muscles stretched tight over his light and flawless skin. His tension resided mostly in his shoulders, and so I spent considerable time here, carefully rubbing his stress away.
He groaned, and I moved on next to his back. His back was a beautiful curved instrument whose crispness and strength reminded me of a crouching tiger. I molded his back carefully, using the techniques of massage I had read about, pinching slowly, then fast, and then slowly again.
I found kneeling down next to him to be too difficult, so I simply sat on his legs and stretched forward. Josh was silent and had closed his eyes. Only a small smile on his face indicated that he was not asleep.
I alternated massaging his back with running up his athletic sides all the way to the warm and slightly damp fur of his armpit. When there, I took his armpit in my arms, and, despite his squirming, massaged it deeply with my fingers. Then I ran down the sides of his perfectly proportioned body once more.
I stopped to lick a finger, and savored the taste of his cool, sweet deodorant.
I kept going up and down now, massaging his back, neck, sides, and armpits, and then stopped for a moment.
“Please go on,” he begged, “you are a fucking magician.”
“Just a second,” I said.
And I turned him over so that his beautiful lean chest faced me. He didn’t object.
I started from his shoulders again and then went to his armpits again. Enjoying the intense heat that resided there. I kept going down his sides, this time slightly tickling him. He clearly enjoyed it.
Then I went to his neck, closer in than his shoulder, and massaged his throat and his chin and his face. I creased his high rosy cheeks and his aristocratic forehead. I moved down and this time as my hands traveled down his throat they kept traveling.
They stopped as I massaged his magnificent and hairless pectoral muscles, grasping the areas of flesh that contained his nipples with both of my hands and tweaking and pulling them. Josh rolled his head in delight even as his eyes remained closed.
“God, that is fucking amazing. Don’t stop… You give an incredible fucking….oooh…massage.”
I simply smiled and for a moment, just put my hand to the left side of a chest that heaved in relaxed breath. I felt a heartbeat that beat against my hand like the curiosity of a small boy in wonder at the world.
I ran my hands further down his chest, and tickled the light line of blond hair that ran its way into his pants. I pressed against his abdominal muscles, the muscles of a man in that they were tough and defined, but still those of a boy in that they were well-proportioned and not obscene in size. I felt their fleshy warmth in my hands and my heart beat faster.
I turned Josh on his back again, and he moaned.
“I’m gonna massage your legs too. One sec.”
I got up, went to the bathroom, and got one of the towels that I had used to dry off today.
“You’re gonna have to get your pants off for this. Otherwise I can’t get down there effectively. Just relax, I’ll help you.”
I rolled him over again onto his back and unbuttoned and unzipped his suit pants. I then pushed the pants down as far as they would go. I ran my hands lightly down the now-exposed legs and took pleasure in the newly escaping heat.
I rolled him back onto his chest and pushed the pants down all the way, revealing those dark silk boxers. I then pulled his pants off his legs and tossed them. Josh’s legs were works of art, slender, muscular, and tanned, and hairless. They reminded me of those of legs of male lifeguards on TV. Only Josh was much more good-looking overall.
“One more item, buddy,” I grinned. I pulled down his boxers just enough to expose his butt-cheeks. They lay, newly minted, and a touch tanned like the rest of the body. Josh had been a good tanner, and no white lines marred his colors.
I slapped the temptingly soft but firm buttocks.
“Hey!” he said.
“Almost, almost. This will be worth it, trust me.”
I ran my fingers lightly down the crack of his butt and down close to his groin. He groaned, but it was a groan of question now and not merely of pleasure.
I didn’t respond except to turn him over and pull the rest of his boxers down his tempting inner thighs. Josh’s member lay quietly, half-firm in the nest of a beautiful sack of balls. I took a look at Josh’s body in totality now, and he looked like nothing less than a sleeping and adolescent Nordic god of youth.
I quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and loosely tied it. I again turned him over onto his chest. I started from his feet. I massaged his soft, baby-skin feet and felt the toes wriggle in ecstasy as I ran my fingers up, down, around, and through them. I felt the soft toughness of his skin and my heart was beating faster.
I quickly slipped out of my pants now, too, and remained only in my warm silk boxers and I knelt to the side of his legs.
I worked my hands up his smooth and toned calves, enjoying the ripe feel of his flesh, kneading, scratching, and tickling. The flesh turned a beautiful brownish pink everywhere my hands went. I next went to his thighs.
My hands worked under the towel, slowly pressing and gripping his firm and proportioned thighs and slowly and methodically working them over. Though I could not see what was happening under the towel, I felt the heat increase as I worked my way closer and closer to Josh’s essence.
The skin became softer and softer and even more sensitive, and every tickle produced a shudder. I saw Josh’s mouth hung open in half protest but no words came out. I saw the towel lift, and then lift more. But short of his nuts I stopped and started working backwards. I worked myself all the way back down to his feet. His body was burning, and so was mine. My boxers were alight with a towering pole that he had only to open his eyes to see.
He groaned when I stopped at his feet and I lay down next to him.
He opened his eyes and saw my naked face.
He leaned over and rubbed my neck and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
“Hey, I owe you a lot, thanks, buddy.”
He massaged my neck a bit more and then gave me a kiss on the other cheek. I could see the towel rising further and he flushed.
“Hey, no problem,” I replied. “What are friends for?”
“God, that massage really invigorated me.” Josh tried clumsily to give me a quick manly embrace but instead fell on top of me. His chest dug into mine, and I could feel the firmness of his nipples in my flesh.
He ran his hands through my hair, and gave me a kiss on the neck.
“You know, you’re a very good looking kid.”
I nodded and gulped.
He gave me a kiss on the left side of my neck.
“I was wondering why you didn’t go home with Marissa.”
He moved down on my body and gave me a kiss on the other side of my neck.
“I mean,” he moved down and kiss the top of my chest. His towel was coming off.
“with,” he kissed my left nipple.
“a body,” he kissed and licked my right nipple, and I chill went up my spine. My erect maleness was tenting the boxers into Josh’s abdomen now.
“like this,” he licked the curve where of my pecs.
“what woman,” he moved down and kissed my rock-hard abs three times
“could resist?”
“A veritable Adonis, a Greek God in the flesh,” he intoned and moved down to my hip, and kissed four times the hot, damp, and tight flesh that made it up. As his head moved down his cute blond hair tickled my stomach.
“What woman could resist?” he repeated and moved me hungrily onto my chest. I moved without resistance. He too removed my boxers just enough to reveal my butt cheeks.
He kissed them both.
“As you can see, even I can’t resist this tempting morsel.”
Sweat poured down his face now and his hair was damp. The towel was off and his manhood glistened in the light with a spear-like vengeance.
He slowly lifted my legs, which bent at the knee, and slowly removed my boxers the rest of my way. Before moving them off my feet, he deeply inhaled of them and smiled.
“That’s the menu,” he said.
He lay against the bed, his penis crushed against the sheets, and stuck his head through my inner thighs. He kissed each side of my inner thighs.
He feverishly kissed the spot between my anus and my manhood, and I felt his noble head and hair against my bottom of my balls.
He tenderly kissed my sack and took one of my balls in his mouth and rolled it. I shuddered in ecstasy
He then came to my member, which struck out at least nine inches, and first kissed the dark matting of hair around it.
He inhaled deeply again.
“Ah, your smell,” he said. “The soap, the cologne, the shampoo, and now the heavenly musk of a god in heat.”
He unrolled the foreskin at the top of my hardness and kissed the piss-slot at the top. I nearly came.
“Ah ah ah, we have to wait till later for dessert.”
He moved down again then and lifted my legs up again. He moved his head out of my legs and put my legs up, slightly elevated on his shoulder. He grabbed a pillow and put several of them under my back.
He then opened my butt cheeks, which lay on the pillow in front of him, and pulled my hole towards him. He stuck his face in my fragrant buttocks and licked. I groaned in inexpressible pleasure.
He kept licking my hole, going slowly around it, his confident tongue darting around my anus and clearly enjoying it. I experienced waves of heat and cold as the sight of his face in my ass and his noble tongue worshipping me brought me to a state of fiery power.
He then moved back up to my cock and started licking it, when I could not hold out any longer, I cried out, “Stop!”
But he wouldn’t. He swallowed the entire shaft of my cock into his moist, rough throat and started sliding up and down it, licking every now and then the tip of my penis with his tongue.
I wrapped my inner thighs around his head and started massaging his scalp.
Then suddenly he shifted his whole body up off and wrapped his powerful legs gently around my head. His arched chest radiated heat onto mine. I took the cue… I opened his ass cheeks and my tongue dove in with wild abandon into that soft, clean flesh.
Meanwhile his tongue tickled the base and then shaft of my cock. As my mouth moved from kissing his anus down the trail of soft skin to his heavy, full nuts, he teethed my pubic hairs, gently tweaking them.
Finally I took him in my mouth as he took me in his, and as we both started to lick and suck I ran my hands down his smooth, cut chest and tweaked his nipples. He moaned, and stiffened, and when he could stand it no more his thick, sweet cream flowed into my mouth in a never-ending gush.
I had just started swallowing it when I, too, could take no more, and released a geyser into his waiting velvet mouth. My cum dripped from his lips back onto my nuts.
He finally got off me, and, I let him loose. He turned around on the bed, and twined his sweaty body against mine.
He stroked my hair, and we kissed.
Then, held in each other’s arms, we went to sleep.