428 College St By Bacteriaburger
Chapter 6
It rains ninety percent of the year in State University, and the winters are completely miserable. Everybody is trapped inside during sub-zero weather, the snow piling up around you. The sun peeks its head out for less than a minute before it gets dark again. It can be psychologically trying.
Well, the winter was especially cruel the year I was living with Darrin, so I blame a lot of my mindset on that. The isolation just sort of gradually took its toll. Our entire social life consisted of each other. The sex was good, but at some point I started to resent the fact that I liked giving him head. Put simply, Darrin was lazy. He didn't wash the dishes or clean anything unless you made him, and I was tired of acting like his fucking mom.
I forced myself to get outside of the house one night, and I took the bus to McConnell's. He had spent some time visiting his family in Texas, and had brought back some supposedly killer weed, to boot. I figured once I got there I'd be among a whole clan of stoners hanging out, but as it turned out it was just McConnell and I, alone again.
"Nathaniel," he said when he opened the door and waved me inside. He had on a tight t-shirt tucked into even tighter jeans. "Come inside, friend." I went inside and took a seat on the couch. His living room was warm and inviting.
"So how's everything been going?" McConnell asked, placing my sack of weed on the scale.
"Cool, man, cool. Schools fine, I like my apartment. I've just been hanging out with Darrin too much lately. I'm actually pretty glad to be out of there."
McConnell nodded.
"Winter blues gettin to ya?"
"Yeah."
"I know, man. I couldn't believe this snow when I got back into town. Fucking crazy." He packed up a bowl and passed it to me.
"So how're things going with you, man?"
"Oh, you know," McConnell said, "I broke up with my girlfriend a couple weeks ago."
"That sucks."
"Yeah, it does, it does...truth is I was kind of sick of the bitch anyway, though." I started to laugh but the smoke sent me into a coughing fit. McConnell slapped me on the back. "Hey, hey, relax there buddy," he said.
"Yeah, it don't really bother me all that much," he said after I'd recovered. "I take care of business fine by myself. Know what I mean?" He smirked at me and I returned the look. McConnell leaned back on the couch. I watched him as he relaxed and let the music wash over him. He had a great body, I noticed. Long and lean, but muscular and well-formed, his stomach perfectly flat. I could see the tube of his cock hugged by his tight jeans.
"McConnell...do you remember what you were talking about, that one time we hung out?" I thought he would say he didn't know what I was referring to, but instead he just smiled and said, "Yeah, I remember."
"Well, Darrin and I have been getting into some of that shit."
"I figured," he said.
"I guess it's getting a little old. We're just around each other too much."
"That's cool, man," he said in his lazy drawl. "You can come over here any time you want, you know." I let that hang in the air for a minute.
"So you two suck each other?" McConnell said, letting his hand fall down to rest on his crotch.
"Yeah," I said, suddenly feeling nervous.
"That's interesting," he said, massaging his package. We were quiet again for what felt like an eternity, then McConnell stood up. "You know, I got some porn in my room," he said. "You feel like havin a pull?"
"Okay," I said.
"Yeah. Just two buddies doin what men like to do best, eh?" I followed him back to his room. I couldn't believe I was about to see him naked, and possibly even to get it on with him. I was suddenly hornier than I'd ever felt in my life.
I sat on a chair beside the bed and McConnell put a video in his VCR. He pulled off his shirt and slid off his jeans, and stood there in his tighty whities. He really did have a great body. His chest was muscular and tight, not an ounce of body fat on him, his stomach firm and flat, and his skin golden brown. He took off his underwear, and the V-shape of his pelvis led down to a nest of light brown pubes, from which his big cock swung.
"Yeah, this is a good one," he said, sitting down on the bed and looking at the TV. I slipped my pants down and watched the movie. As it kicked into gear, McConnell started chubbing up and pulling on his cock. Soon it grew into a full erection. It was enormous. Maybe even bigger than Darrin's.
After stroking our cocks for a minute, McConnell shocked me by asking if ever played with my ass.
"No way," I said.
"Well, if you don't mind, I got a toy I'd kinda like to use." He smiled and walked to his closet. Reaching up on his shelf, he pulled out a long, smooth dildo. It was translucent green. He grabbed a bottle of lube out of his dresser and tossed it to me. I pumped some into my hand and rubbed it into my now hard dick. McConnell sat down, leaning back and raising his legs a little so his ass was exposed. I handed him the lube and he slathered it on the dildo.
"So you stick that up your ass?"
"Watch for yourself," he said. He squeezed some lube onto his fingertips, lifted up his legs, and rubbed it into his hole.
His thick piece was throbbing against his stomach as he pressed the dildo against the entrance of his asshole and pushed it in, gasping as it popped inside. Slowly, he inched more and more of it past his ring, until he had it all the way in to the hilt.
"Wow," I said.
Once he had it in, he started going for it. He fucked his ass with the dildo in long, smooth motions, glancing at the porno every once in a while. He really seemed to be enjoying himself. At one point he looked up at me and smiled, almost like he'd forgotten I was there.
The tip of his cock was wet with pre-come. With one hand he held the dildo, and with the other he raised his thigh to get better access to his ass. He pushed it in hard and deep and held it there, taking in his breath.
"Brother, you can't imagine how good this feels," he said, easily taking it in and out of his ass. "You want to take it for a ride?"
"No"
"Suit yourself," McConnell said. "But check this out: I know you and your buddy help each other out, and I could use some help myself. I really enjoy getting pounded with this thing, and I can't have it the way I want it unless somebody does it for me. Would you be willing?"
"What do you want me to do?" He popped the dildo out of his ass and got on all fours on the bed, sticking his ass out toward me.
"Just pound my ass good with this thing," he said, holding the dildo out to me. "Don't worry about hurting me, I'll be fine." I took the dildo in my hand and got behind him. I'd never seen a guy's ass up so close before, but it didn't look bad. His asshole was clean and pink, with just a smattering of blond hair around the rim. McConnell spread his firm cheeks wide for me. I pressed the tip of the dildo right to his hole and pushed. It popped in, and I felt the tight grip of his ass as the muscles contracted around it. Slowly I pushed more inside, feeling the resistance give way. I slid it back out almost all the way, then pushed it back in.
I must have been doing a good job, because McConnell was moaning under his breath. I liked the way I was pressing against his resistance...how his ass felt almost like elastic, or a tight glove. It was really kind of sexy.
"Go for it buddy," McConnell said. "Shove it in there, make it yours." He started bucking his ass back into the dildo, meeting my thrusts. Reaching back, he took my other hand and guided it to his tool, hard and drooling between his legs. I took the hint and stroked him while I pounded away at his butt. He took it in his ass long and deep, and I increased the speed of my strokes.
He was closing in on his orgasm, bucking against the dildo with increasing force. His cock slid against my palm almost as an afterthought.
"Gonna shoot, buddy...oh fuck...don't stop...here it comes." His ass muscles contracted tight around the dildo, and I shoved it harder to compensate. Something gave inside of him, and warm, wet jets of jizz started spilling out of his big dick, splattering all over the bed. I kept the dildo sliding in and out of his ass until all his jizz was spent, and he rolled over on his back and slid it out of his butt.
"Fuck man, that was nice," he said, standing up and putting the dildo on the shelf. His big dick hung heavily, dripping onto the floor. He told me to sit down on the chair, and he down in between my legs. "One good turn deserves another," he said, and he started going down on me. He really knew what he was doing. He blew me with sure, forceful strokes, running my dick into his throat easily. Maybe I was just turned on from the whole situation, but it was about the best blowjob of my life. His mouth and throat felt smooth as silk, and he bobbed up and down and played his tongue along my shaft with expert skill. The sight of him--this masculine older buddy going down on me--was a turn on in and of itself. He grabbed hold of my nuts and used his other hand to stroke me as his mouth worked my shaft. It didn't take long before I was ready to blow.
"I'm close," I said. He seemed to want to take my load as he sped up, sucking me tight and hard. I unloaded into him and he swallowed it all, never missing a beat. I grasped the edges of the chair, crying out as each shot of my orgasm went into his mouth and down his throat. When I was done he gave me a clean swipe with his lips, then looked up at me.
"Quite a load there, Nathaniel," he said, smiling.
"Yeah, I guess I've been saving up for a while," I said. "Plus, that was some awesome head."
"Well, thank you. You did me well and I felt like I had to return the favor," McConnell said, getting dressed. I pulled on my own pants and we went out into the living room. I picked up my weed from the coffee table and started heading out.
"Well, that was...crazy." It was a stupid thing to say, but I was still reeling from what had happened.
"Hey--any time you need some time away from your roommates, don't hesitate to stop by. I got lots more porn, and since I don't have a girlfriend, I could always use a tradeoff."
"Sounds good," I said, and headed out the door. I figured I'd be coming around a lot more to hang out with him. But as it turned out, that was not to be. I visited his place a couple of more times, but every time I went over there he had a group of people hanging out. We never got a chance to be alone, and I didn't feel exactly comfortable just calling him up and asking if he wanted to suck dick with me.
That left me and Darrin, all alone in our increasingly claustrophobic little relationship.
To Be Continued
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