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Accepting the Petey within, part seven – fraternity life, brother Paul, 1 of 3
I share a Biology 101 class with Paul. He`s a sophomore and I think he may have switched majors after his first year. He initially strikes me as a bit nerdy, especially after he introduces himself to me after class as a fellow frat brother – like I had never seen him around the house. He pledged his first year and moved into the house this year.
Jeans.
That's the only thing a tad weird about Paul. Not that jeans aren't everyone's go-to outfit; but, I happened to see a photo of Paul in a group at the boardwalk. Middle of summer. Everyone in Bathing suits or shorts. Paul in jeans. After that, every time I see Paul I notice that he has on jeans. Again, not at all unusual 99% of the time, but that one photo makes me notice his repetitive wardrobe choice every time.
His room is on the third floor, which makes his occasional use of the bathroom on the second floor a tad suspicious. But he always seems pleased to see me and engages in a little small talk, whether after class, around campus, in the common room or outside the second floor bathroom. He's nice, and the Peter and Paul combination does not escape me.
When I am "available' and "interested", I leave my bathroom door ajar (sound familiar?).
One Tuesday evening, around eleven, I am sitting in bed reading, bathroom door ajar.
Someone enters the bathroom from the hall, takes a piss, rinses his hands and does not leave. I wait, he waits. He is better at waiting than I am. The mysterious man kicks my hormones into gear and I find myself massaging my dick though my PJ bottoms – the only thing I am wearing. I decide to play the fly in this game. After several minutes, my erect dick has turned me into the spider.
Out of bed, I tip-toe to my bathroom door. Need to be discrete, he really may be there just to use the facility. I peek to find Paul, just standing there uncomfortably – like it's my job to come and get him! He's in the second floor bathroom at 11 pm, I doubt it is coincidental.
I open the door, as if I am about to use the bathroom myself. I stop short when I see him and apologize for barging in.
"Nice to see you." A bit awkward for an opening line, but I can tell he is nervous.
"Nice to see you, too. Would you like to come in and visit?" Notice how I avoided inviting him into my "parlor"?
We are dressed like twins - shirtless, shoeless and just in pajama bottoms.
We make several minutes of very small talk, as I sit on my desk chair and motion for him to sit on the side of my bed. More miniscule talk, until he absentmindedly rubs his crotch to make his intentions – actually expectations – clear.
I kneel in front of him and help myself to his semi-hard dick via the pajama bottom's fly. Nothing special, at least not until I have my way with it.
I suggest he lay back and he does.
I start slowly, as I usually do the first time, just to test the waters and see what will work. Must admit, I have added pages to my journal for repeat visitors.
I start by simply licking. Up and down the shaft several times, then a swirl or two around the head. That's all it takes. Paul stands up and drops his PJ bottom to the floor. He steps out of it with one foot and uses the other to kick it off. I appreciate his perception that I need full access to his crotch to provide the full experience.
His dick is now about three-quarters swollen and falls back onto his lower abdomen. I decide to take advantage of his fully exposed balls. Paydirt! This frat bro has the most sensitive balls I have even seen, touched, kissed, licked, sucked or yanked. Isn't this my lucky night?
Very soft kissing first and already I hear a moan. This may be too easy. Slow down, Pete. Next, a little licking, making certain I have plenty of saliva on my tongue. His ball sac is almost hairless and my spit makes it shine. While I have paid it no mind or mouth or hand, his cock is hard at six inches and throbbing. I start to slowly suck on his right nut, but have to stop as he raises his pelvis off the bed – too much stimulation?
I back off his balls.
I lasso his dick with my right forefinger, point it to the ceiling and put my lips on the head. I little soft head sucking, while he calms down. Once his composure is regained, I welcome his entire shaft into my mouth, keeping gentle pressure with just my lips. His head touches the back of my throat as my nose reaches his pubs. I will be able to do a lot with this dick.
Shielding my teeth, I apply a small amount of suction. His body jerks! Can his prick be as sensitive as his balls? This will be a little more challenging than I thought.
I back off his dick.
I gently jerk his dick with my right hand, slowly and with no pressure. I widen my fingers and just let it slide through my hand. Contact is only intermittent. Composure once again regained. I pet his ball sac with just the fingers of my left hand. Too much. His dick swells and enters "the point of no return". I decide to stay the course and, after several seconds, six spurts of cum adorn his pubs.
I am disappointed, but he sits up with a smile on his face. I suspect I look puzzled.
"Wow! Thanks."
"Oh. You're welcome?"
He stands, fetches his PJ bottom and heads back to the bathroom.
He stops, turns and repeats, "Wow! Thanks."
"Any time." As if I can predict the future.