BLACKMAILED BY A FRAT BOY
by Stuart James Sharp stuartjamessharp@gmail.com
CHAPTER 7
Peter and I drank a lot of beer that night. Possibly a new record for me. We stumbled up and down the hallway of our dorm, bumping into other wasted freshmen. Our floor's party was getting pretty insane for a dorm party. I kept assuming an RA would come shut it down at some point.
Maybe it was the beer, but I felt like I was looking great. I was wearing some pretty tight jeans that really showed off my ass and bulge. A cute t-shirt with a vintage look. And Peter's baseball cap. It was a pretty simple looking hat- it was green with a bright yellow brim and a large "A" embroidered in white on the front. "The Oakland A's," Peter told me. I didn't really follow baseball, but I thought it was cute that he did.
Peter led the way most of the night, but I remember a lot of moments where he was looking back to check on me... make sure he didn't leave me behind... steal a quick glance up and down my body. And of course, I couldn't keep my eyes off his body, thinking about that giant bulge in those tightey whities. Now that I knew how long the snake inside was, I was hooked. Peter had such a beautiful cock... so well-proportioned. Very suckable.
My only regret was that I didn't get to taste Peter's cum yet. All ten shots went straight into his Oakland A's hat, which he then put on my head. Fuck it, I'm going to stop calling it his hat, because it's obviously mine now.
I adjusted the brim of my hat and noticed my hair was pretty crusty from Peter's cum. It had dried in my fucking hair. That was going to be a bitch to shampoo out.
As the night wound down, I desperately wanted to get back into Peter's pants. But my roommate had come back from whatever party he was at. Peter as it turns out, lived on another floor of my same dorm. But his roommate was home, too. Also we were really drunk so I wonder if Peter thought maybe he wouldn't be able to get hard or something. I mean, that would definitely be an interesting challenge, though. To see if I could make him feel good enough that he gets hard even with beer dick.
Nevertheless, Peter said he was heading back to his room. I was pretty disappointed. He asked what I was going to do, and I said I'd probably go to bed, too, but that I needed to take a quick shower first. Peter looked at me funny, but then realized why and grinned. "I suppose you can take the hat off now," Peter said.
"Yeah, but not until I'm literally in the shower... don't want anyone to see," I said.
Peter laughed, gave me a little handshake, and headed to the elevator. The party really had wound down at this point... nobody was in the halls. Maybe one room had some music going on behind a closed door.
I changed out of my clothes and into a towel. My roommate was gone again, presumably still partying down the hall. As I walked down the hall, I realized I probably looked a little silly. I was just wearing a towel, no shirt, and yet still wearing a baseball cap. Carrying a bottle of shampoo.
I heard the elevator doors open and walked faster toward the bathroom. A super drunk bro from down the hall stumbled past me. "What's up, man," he mumbled. I gave him a little nod and continued to the bathroom.
The shower area had four stalls that each had their own curtain. Usually in the morning the protocol was to make sure to leave the curtain open when you leave a shower stall. That way everybody knows it's available for use. But for some fucking reason, some idiots will leave it closed. So you're like... "is someone in there... did they just turn off the water like two seconds ago...". And then the line gets held up. In any case, the new accepted way to determine if a shower is actually available is by a cursory duck to look under the shower curtain. The curtain hung about a foot from the floor, so you could see someone's feet, but no more.
Inside the shower stall, I whipped off my towel letting my cock flop out. Damn, it had been awhile since I came. It's funny... Peter had asked to see my cock first. Then somehow instead, he never saw my cock. Instead, I played with his dick, then got on my knees and deep throated it. I had been so fucking pent up all night since that moment. I noticed my cock was starting to get hard. Fuck.
I turned on the water and it was chilly at first but quickly warmed up. Then - a voice, "Yo, who's in there?"
It couldn't be.
"Peter?" I asked.
The curtain slid back revealing Peter - he had a white towel wrapped around his waist, a clear bulge in the front. The towel sagged a bit at the hip, revealing a cut V-line in his thin body. He had on a baggy white t-shirt, too, but just his natural messy hair.
And there I was, completely naked under the water, hard as a rock... and I also realized I had totally forgotten to take off his hat. So... yeah I was naked except for his-MY-fucking hat.
"Missed me?" Peter teased, taking in the view. "Well, I'm quite impressed with what you've got there, Stuart." Peter stepped into the shower and took off his t-shirt. Such a skinny yet sculpted body... fucking skaters. And then Peter slipped off his towel, unleashing a beautiful snake of a cock. Perfect, clean-shaven, soft, proportional...
"Get on your knees, Stuart," Peter said softly.
I obeyed, my heart beating faster and faster. I dropped onto my knees on the cold tile floor of the shower room. The water ran over me, soaking my baseball cap. "Dude, I'm so glad you came back up here," I said as water ran down my face.
"Good. I'm glad," said Peter as he started stroking his cock. He was giving me this look, like I was a delicious piece of meat. He really thought I was hot.
Peter stepped up into the water stream, straddling my legs as I knelt beneath him. I put his huge, hardening cock in my mouth and heard him let out a sigh. "Fuck... really get it wet with your saliva so the water doesn't dry it out," Peter instructed.
I immediately tried to produce as much saliva as I could while I slurped up and down his cock. I had a lot of liquids in me, so it was pretty easy to get really slobbery. And Peter fucking loved it. He had to catch himself from moaning out too loud seeing as how we were in the dorm's shower room. If anyone came in and did the cursory under-curtain check they'd see my knees and legs on the tile floor while another boy's feet straddled me.
Peter took my wet hat by the back and shoved me deep on his cock. He let it throb in my throat a couple times and chuckled. "You are seriously such a pro, Stuart."
He started moaning more and more as I sucked steadily. I could tell something was building. He bit his lip to keep from cursing out loud, then suddenly - Peter turned the shower off.
I looked up, surprised, and Peter pulled his big hard cock out of my mouth and started jacking it quickly with his hand.
"Look at me," Peter said, and I did. He brought his cock head a few inches from my face as he looked into my eyes with intense lust. He was going to fucking cum on my face.
"Fuck! Oh, take this load," Peter exclaimed as a rocket of jizz squirted onto my face. And another big glob on my cheek. I felt it warm and wet running down my face. Another shot arced up onto my wet hat. Then at last, one shot straight into my open mouth.
Peter's cum was sweet and drinkable and warm and I fucking loved swallowing it. When he saw how much I liked it (I think I moaned a little bit) he guided the final few spurts of his eighteen-year-old orgasm right into my mouth. Then, he grinned.
I was in a daze, kneeling on the floor, soaking wet and yet the water was now off leaving me cold. My face covered in Peter's warm cum. I shivered. "You liked that, huh?" Peter said.
"Fuck yeah..." I said.
"You need to get off, dude. That thing's gotta blow."
"I know... my fucking roommate is in, though."
"Well, how about I head out so you can be more discreet and do your thing?" Peter suggested. Did he not want to watch me jack off? I guess he had already come and was pretty tired.
I reached down and tugged on my hard meat. It felt fucking amazing. Peter smirked.
"One rule, though," Peter said. I looked up. "You have to cum into your hat and put it back on."
"Fuck... I mean, I still need to wash my hair-"
"No, you'll wear your hat at all times. You don't wash your hair unless I say so. Got it?" Peter asked.
This was such a different side of him... he was being so much more commanding suddenly, but he was so fucking cute at the same time. God how I loved being covered in his warm cum.
"Okay," I agreed. "I'll come in my hat and put it back on. Can I take it off at night?"
"If you want to," said Peter. "Just better hope your roommate doesn't wake up before you and see dried cum all over your hair."
Fuck, he had a point. If my roommate saw that shit, things would be pretty weird. But then also weird if I suddenly am always wearing a hat to bed. And wearing it, well, everywhere. I guess I ought to do some research into the Oakland A's. I need to at least be able to name some of the players. And maybe a quick Wikipedia of the rules of baseball.
Then, Peter left, leaving me naked on the tile floor. Anyone could walk in right now, see the curtain closed, hear the shower was off, do the cursory under-curtain check and still see me on my knees. Without the water running, they'd totally hear me jerking my wet cock.
Before Peter exited the bathroom, I heard his voice- "And you have to stay on your knees until you cum. Understand?"
"Yes," I said quietly. But it was loud enough for him to hear. He walked out of the bathroom.
So there I was, on my knees, stroking my 7" cock. The whole shower was still a bit steamy and smelled of freshman dick. Peter's cum was all over me still as I relived that moment when I got to taste it.
Just as I was about to go over the edge, I pulled off the baseball cap. It stuck to my hair a bit but I got it off and quickly put it under my cock. I looked into the bowl of that baseball cap and started shooting my pent up load.
Earlier this night, I'd dropped to my knees and sucked Peter's cock, and he'd cum into his Oakland A's hat and put it on my head. Now, here I was cumming into it also. Our cum mixing together in my hair. FUCK!
I came a big spurt and then a steady stream that trickled down into the hat. Nowhere near as much cum as Peter. This wouldn't make the hat nearly as sticky as Peter's orgasm had. Probably a good thing.
I put Peter's hat back on my head, the warm cum mixing with my wet hair, wiped off my face with my towel, wrapped it around my waist, and headed back to my room to sleep.
As I laid my head on the pillow, it was still wet from the shower. I drifted to sleep with a boner. I couldn't stop thinking about how Peter had cum all over my face. Fuck... I was so hard again already.
And then I got a text. It was a photo of a gigantic, thick cock. Beneath it was a message: "miss me, fag?" It was Evan.
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