College Weekend-Part II of Three
Copyright 2001
by Michael Josef
Everyone slept late Saturday morning.
Eric woke up first. He was hungover and the previous evening unfolded slowly in his mind. He didn't remember the thread of the evening much after Suzanne and Kristy bailed. But he remembered certain details: Donny's teeth on his cock, Ruby's hairy pussy, and thrusting his cock in and out of Ruby. No, it was Donny. Donny's ass. Donny telling him he loved his big cock and begging him to fuck him.
Eric knew things were different now and that it would go one way or another.
Donny would either remember or not. Eric examined his cock. It was sore to the touch. He thought of Donny's ass. He would remember. Besides, Donny could always drink him under the table.
But Eric was calm. More than calm.. He didn't care how Donny handled it. It had happened.
He called Donny at around 1. He sounded like he had woken him up. Donny was brusque. He said he felt sick and was going to his parents. He wouldn't be at the party. Eric called Tim instead. Tim was happy to hear from him and would go to the party with him.
Eric and Tim drove to the mini-mart near the border. The guys there always sold them beer no problem. They pulled into the lot and walked towards the mart. The door was locked. The lights were all on.
Eric: Shit. It's closed.
Tim: I thought these places never closed.
Eric: Well this one is.
Eric saw some movement inside the store and began rapping on the door.
Eric: Someone's in there.
Just when it seemed that there was no one, a face appeared at the door. It was a guy who couldn't have been more than two or three years older then them. Red hair. A townie.
Tommy: What do you want?
Eric: Just some brews, my friend.
Tommy: Store's closed.
Eric: Aw, man! C'mon. Just a sixer and we'll go.
Tommy considered this for a moment and then unlocked the door and held it open for them. When they were inside the store, he re-locked the door.
Eric walked over to the freezer and pulled out 2 sixes of Budweiser. He placed them on the counter and took his wallet out of his pocket.
Eric: Thanks man, you saved our life.
He held out a twenty.
The guy looked at them slyly.
Tommy: You got ID?
Eric and Tim groaned. Townies loved to fuck with them. Those were the rules.
Eric: Sure man, back at my dorm.
Tim nodded in agreement.
Tommy: I don't know fellas. You know it's illegal to sell you beer in this state unless you're 21.
Eric: We are 21. Both of us.
Tommy: Sorry boys.
Eric had been through this before. He knew the drill.
Eric: Well, why don't I just give you this for your trouble.
He lay the bill out on the counter.
Tommy stared at it.
Tommy: What's that for?
Eric: Well, maybe you can forget about the ID?
Tommy smiled and Eric smiled back.
Tommy: Oh. Like a bribe.
Eric: Yeah, kind of.
Tommy stopped smiling. He walked around the counter.
Tommy: Listen asshole, you think I'm gonna risk a fine for twenty fucking dollars? Huh? You think I give a shit about twenty fucking dollars?
Eric: No, I, uh, I mean I just want some beer.
Tommy: You just want some beer, huh?
He was smiling again. Eric and Tim relaxed.
Eric: Yeah.
Tommy: I don't want your twenty dollars. I don't even want your money.
He was touching his crotch slightly.
Eric realized before Tim. He smiled.
Eric: What do you want?
Tommy: Come back here with me and I'll tell you.
Tim felt a crackle in the air and followed Eric and the clerk to a small office in the back.
They were all standing.
Eric repeated himself, more confidently. His hand feel to his crotch.
Eric: What do you want?
Tommy had a glint in his eyes. Tim didn't now what, but something was about to happen.
Tommy: Show me what you got in there. He pointed at Eric's crotch.
Tim caught his breath.
Eric cupped his crotch.
Eric: In here?
Tommy: Yeah, that's right.
Eric began rubbing his crotch through his jeans. He was pretty hard already. He yanked his button fly open and pushed his pants down around his knees. He was wearing white jockeys.
Eric: I got jockey shorts on. Is that what you wanted to see?
Tim stood in the corner, mute and fascinated.
Tommy: Pull it out. I wanna see it.
Eric: Pull what out?
He had taken on a taunting tone in his voice.
Tommy's cleared his throat.
Tommy: Your cock. I wanna see your cock.
Eric smiled and rubbed his cock through his underwear. Tim was staring wide-eyed. It looked fucking huge through the underwear. He was hard as a rock but didn't dare touch himself.
Eric pulled his shorts down and stood up straight again. His cock was huge and thick and swung pendulously between his legs. His balls were loose and heavy. It was hard but didn't stick out. It was too heavy. What was it Ruby had said? All men want a cock like yours.
Tommy licked his lips.
Eric: You like my cock?
Tommy nodded.
Eric lifted his cock and gently shook it back and forth.
Eric: I can't hear you. Tell me you like it.
Tommy: I like it.
Eric: Like what?
Tommy: I like your big cock. It's so big. I want it. I wanna suck it.
Eric: Then suck it.
Tommy was on Eric like a dog on a bone. He sucked him wildly, slobbering all over and making a puddle of drool on the floor. He couldn't get it all down this throat, but he tried his best. Then he begged Eric to shove a dildo up his ass. Eric obliged.
Tim stared in disbelief. He was at once fascinated and repelled. Fascinated with Eric's body and repelled by the townie's complete submission. He was on the dirty, storeroom floor with a complete stranger shoving a piece of plastic up his ass and he appeared to be enjoying it. Tim stayed dressed the whole time. He had a hard-on and he could have jacked off right there, but he didn't. When they were done they left Tommy in the storeroom in a pool of cum, took their beer, and drove to the party. Eric said nothing. It was almost as if it hadn't even happened. But there were the beers, sitting right next to him.
Across town, Ned was at his corner outside the park. Business was slow tonight. Saturday was always bad. Family night. Very late you'd get some action. The bars would close and those unlucky enough noy to score would come by and try to cut a deal. But it was a long wait and you had to deal with harassment from the townie boys all night. It wasn't really worth it, but Ned had nothing better to do.
He was walking along the perimeter of the park when an Oldsmobile slowed down next to him. Ned sauntered over and looked in the window. It was Mr. Blake. Ned froze.
Mr. Blake: Ned, what the hell are you doing around here? This place is dangerous.
Ned was flustered.
Ned: I - I know. My car broke down. I was looking for a payphone.
Mr. Blake: Well hop in. You can use my phone.
Ned climbed in the car. Mr. Blake was wearing casual clothes. He was in good shape. Ned had never noticed before.
Ned: Thanks, this is nice of you.
Mr. Blake: What do you think I would do? Leave you out there with all those pervs?
Ned was self-conscious. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and tight faded jeans. A uniform really, but unlike anything he had ever worn to class.
They made some small talk and soon arrived at Mr. Blake's house. It was on a quiet street in a quiet neighborhood. As they walked up the narrow path to the front door, a dog started barking from inside the house.
Mr. Blake: That's just Rusty. Don't worry about her.
Mr. Blake unlocked the door and a golden retriever started jumping on him.
Mr. Blake: That's a good girl. Say hello to Ned. Say hi.
Ned, bent down, extended his hand and Rusty licked it. Ned stroked the animal's head and when he stood back up Rusty inhaled his crotch.
Ned pushed her away and blushed.
Mr. Blake: Now she really knows you. Take a seat. You want a drink? A beer?
Ned: Uh, OK, sure.
Mr. Blake brought Ned back an opened beer.
Ned: Thanks.
Mr. Blake: No problem.
He sat on the chair opposite Ned.
Mr. Blake: So, what were you up to tonight? You look like you're ready to party.
Ned: Yeah, right. I was going to a party.
Mr. Blake: Who's party?
Ned: Jimmy Bowdin's.
Mr. Blake: Oh yeah? Jimmy's a good kid. I went to school with his Dad. You want me to drive you over there?
Ned: No, no, that's OK.
There was an extended moment of silence. Ned couldn't help staring at Mr. Blake. He had such broad shoulders.
Mr. Blake: So kid. What were you really doing there tonight?
Ned: I told you.
Mr. Blake: Don't give me any bullshit. I told you I know Boudin's Dad and I know Boudin and his whole family are away this weekend.
Ned started to get up.
Ned: I think I should go.
Mr. Blake: Aw, sit down Ned. I don't mean to fuck with you. I'm just trying to help. I mean I wasn't born yesterday. People either go to that park to sell or to buy. I just can't peg you.
Ned: Sell or buy? I don't know what you mean.
Mr. Blake: Give me a break kid.
Ned: Alright. What's the point? I was there to sell. I sell there a lot.
Mr. Blake nodded his head. Understanding.
Ned: What about you? Don't tell me you just happened to drive by.
Mr. Blake was surprised.
Mr. Blake: You're quick kid. And you flatter me.
Ned: You're a lot better looking than most of the kids out there.
Mr. Blake shifted his weight slightly. Let his leg fall slightly open.
Mr. Blake: Well, not you. I noticed you right off.
Ned: What did you notice?
Mr. Blake: That cute ass.
Ned was feeling good. He was getting his power back. He stood up and turned around.
Ned: This ass?
Mr. Blake: Yup. That's the one.
He let his hand fall on his crotch.
Ned turned around and faced him. He was getting hard in his jeans.
Ned: Anything else you noticed?
Mr. Blake: Yeah.
Ned: What?
Mr. Blake: Looks like you pad the merchandise a bit.
Ned gripped his bulge.
Ned: This is no padding.
Mr. Blake: Bullshit.
Ned: It's all me.
Mr. Blake: Prove it kid.
Ned smiled. He pulled off his T-shirt and exposed his upper body to Mr. Blake. He kicked off his sneakers and unbuttoned his jeans. He worked his jeans down to his ankles and stepped out of them.
Mr. Blake stared, poker-faced.
Ned stood proudly for a moment and let Mr. Blake savor his young flesh. He rubbed his cock a bit through his briefs then pushed them down and stepped out of them.
He stood up and stroked his cock a few times before letting it swing down. His cock was very thick. So thick it never really stuck straight out, just swung lazily back and forth.
Ned: What did I tell you?
Mr. Blake: Geez, that's some piece of meat kid, you weren't bullshitting.
Ned: Yeah, you should hear how they squeal like pigs when I stick it in them.
Mr. Blake: You only top?
Ned: Damn straight!
Mr. Blake watched Ned stroke his big cock.
Mr. Blake: Turn around kid, show me your ass.
Ned turned around and spread his ass for Mr. Blake. When he turned back around, Mr. Blake had his cock out. It was a nice one, maybe seven inches or so and on the thick side, and he had a real big set of balls which flopped around below.
Mr. Blake: Come over here.
Ned walked over to the chair. Mr. Blake remained seated and stroked Ned's cock a few times before putting it in his mouth. He knew how to suck cock well and it felt really good. Mr. Blake removed his shirt. He had a great chest. Nice full hard tits and a covering of brown hair. He stroked on his cock while he sucked Ned.
Ned closed his eyes and soon Mr. Blake's hands were kneading his ass. A finger soon reached into his hole. It felt good. But when Ned realized what was happening, he clamped up.
Ned: Cut it out.
Mr. Blake: Relax kid.
Ned: I said, cut it out!
Mr. Blake stopped. He continued sucking Ned's cock. He stood up and they began kissing. Ned loved the way Mr. Blake's big hairy chest felt against his. He wrapped his hands around Mr. Blake's dick and stroked it.
Mr. Blake's hands were back on his ass, stroking it.
Ned: I want to fuck you.
Mr. Blake: Oh yeah? Not with that thing.
Ned: Aw c'mon.
Mr. Blake: Kid, you don't really wanna fuck me.
Ned: I don't?
Mr. Blake: No, you don't.
They walked into the bedroom and Ned lay down on his stomach. Mr. Blake sucked his cock from under his ass. Then he began licking his asshole, darting his tongue in and around it. It felt so good. Ned was getting confused. He wanted Mr. Blake's finger up his ass again, but he couldn't say it.
Mr. Blake brought his hand again to Ned's ass and began slapping it gently. He inserted a finger and this time Ned protested quietly and soon gave in.
Mr. Blake: Shhhh. Relax. You're gonna like this.
And Ned did. It felt so good. Soon Mr. Blake was sticking three fingers up his ass. Ned started gyrating his ass, grinding into the mattress.
Mr. Blake: Tell me what you want.
Ned: Mmmmmmmm.
Mr. Blake: Tell me what you want.
Ned: I want you to fuck me.
Mr. Blake: What, I couldn't hear you?
Ned: I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick it up my ass and fuck me.
Mr. Blake: Tell me more. Tell me why you always top.
Ned: Everyone wants me to fuck them. My dicks so big and so thick. Guys see my cock and all they wanna do is suck on it and sit on it. But I want to get fucked.
Mr. Blake fucked Ned. He fucked him good and long and had him begging for it. Ned loved it. He would never go back. He didn't care if his dick was big, he wanted to get fucked, forever and ever.