Jack Away at College, Part 6
By botpuppy@aol.com
I got back to the room, and I was happy to see Mark in his bed. In his nightshirt, as usual, and with his adorable butt showing. Oh, how I wanted to take him right then. But, I decided instead to cool it until the morning. As I stripped for bed, I noticed for the first time that he had his suitcase on the floor and that his closet was empty. My heart sank at the realization that he was going home. I wanted to wake him and apologize right then, but then I decided to wait until morning.
As I lay awake in my bed, I tried to figure out what was happening to me. I had made a point of controlling all my relationships, seldom caring about a partner's satisfaction and now I found myself feeling remorse over the lousy way I had been treating Mark. Tonight at the restaurant was just the latest; the most public of all the humiliations I had put him through. He's just another faggot, hungry for my cock.
Well at least that's what I tried to make myself believe. It wasn't working and I realized that my feelings for him had become much deeper and more complex than what I pretended. I was determined to try to persuade him to stay, and to make sure he didn't wake early and leave before I had a chance to try to make up, I crept into his bed. That way, I had a much better chance of not falling asleep and allowing him to slip away. It turned out that there was no need to worry about that, because although I tried to get some sleep, I couldn't. I didn't want to wake him, so I lay there motionlessly and avoided body contact. Replaying the events at the restaurant, and trying hard, I put myself in his position and began to understand why he got so upset.
No reason to include that faggot waiter in the conversation. Sure I was pissed at Mark and all the display of his father's wealth. The valet parking, that caviar and all the rest of that stuff were strange to me and I had let it get the best of me. And so I struck out, trying to get back in control. But I now realized I had gone too far, and for lousy reasons. He wasn't showing off, he was used to that shit and was reaching out, sharing with me.
I slept fitfully and woke up and saw that it was only 5. But I was anxious to try to make amends, and I decided to go for it right then. I had made up my mind earlier that I was going to give him the fuck that he had been asking me for, and I placed am arm under him and drew him close to me, cradling him in my arm. With my other hand, I stroked his cheek, and bent down to kiss him, gently, on his lips. He woke with a start, blinking his eyes open.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
Hushing him, I kissed him again, this time with more passion. "I'm apologizing in my usual selfish way, baby. Please, Mark, forgive me, I'm such a dumb ass and I'm so sorry. Sorry for last night at the restaurant, sorry about the selfish way I've been treating you. Don't go home, stay with me and give me another chance. I'm determined to change, and I would be devastated to lose you. I kissed away a tear from his cheek. He didn't say anything, but kissed me back instead, opening his mouth to allow my tongue access. My cock was stiffening on his thigh now, and I reached down for his. He was fully erect, and I held his dick close to mine and stroked them both.
I moved down, kissing his neck, and then his chest, then his nipples, chewing them gently as they hardened. I gnawed and sucked on them for a while before licking his navel. I was kneeling between his thighs with his legs spread and then I did something that I had resolved never to do again after my time as Steve's cock sucker. Taking his hard little dick between my lips, I gulped it all the way down. It didn't seem so small as it throbbed in my mouth. I didn't want him to get off yet, so I backed off.
I had something special for him in mind that morning, and I was determined to go through with it. Now I took the back of his knees and folded him in half with his thighs against his chest. This exposed his balls and ass, and I loved the sight before me. Licking his balls, and then the root of his cock, that sensitive area just under his balls and above his ass crack. He had been quiet all this time but this provoked a gasp, of pleasure I hoped, not just surprise.
To say I was apprehensive about what I was about to do misses my feeling by a long way. Had anyone told me that I was about to tongue a guy's ass, he would have earned a fat lip and maybe spat out some teeth besides. But I was going to make this special for Mark, just as he had intended to give me a special treat at that restaurant. More importantly, I was giving something of myself in a sexual situation, something I hadn't been willing to, or capable of, in a long time.
I expected to be revolted by the smell and taste, but I was surprised and relieved to find not that, but just a funky sweaty male smell and taste. Then I remembered how meticulous Mark is about keeping clean down there and how delighted he seemed when I soaped his hole with my finger as we showered together just last night.
Past that hurdle, I planted a sloppy French kiss right on his cute pink hole and began to tongue him. With that, I heard another gasp, then, "Jack, oh. Did I die and go to heaven?" I quit for a minute so that I could talk. "No, babe you're here in our room, in your bed, and I hope you decide to stay. I was a complete ass hole at the restaurant, and I want to try to make it up to you. I'm so sorry, babe." With that, I continued to tongue his tight little hole, my saliva flowing freely now. He was moaning now, and squirming around on my tongue.
"Oh, Jack, Jack, don't leave me like this, come on, fuck me, please fuck me now. I never want to leave, just do it, please fuck me."
I reached over to the nightstand and took out the bottle of poppers, then decided against that, but I did open up a pack of the condoms that I had picked up last night as I roamed around searching for him. I had to smile to myself, yea; I'm a new man now. I had selfishly refused to wear a condom, even though I fucked a lot of different girls. Fucking a guy was new to me, teach was the only one so far, and I continued to be my usual 'don't give a shit' self with him. This was going to be different. As I peeled the rubber over my cock, I was distracted again by the beautiful display that Mark's bottom presented, and I gave it another kiss before inserting a finger in.
Gently easing it into him, he winced slightly but didn't complain. It must hurt some, so I was careful. When had I it all the way in, I began to trace little circles inside of him and he was making soft whimpering noises now. I knew he wanted me to take him then, but I wanted to make this something we would both remember. My cock throbbed, it was obvious that I was going to take his cherry, and I didn't want to hurt him anymore than I had to. After some time loosening him up this way, I knelt between his legs, poised to enter him.
He was on his shoulders more than his back now, his forearms around the backs of his knees. With his ass up in the air like that, I had to get upon my feet to get at his hole. I poked around a little, until I found just the right spot and eased into him. It took more pressure, but I gradually felt the tight ring of muscle that I had to break through. No way I can do this without causing him pain, so I bore down until finally the muscle yielded, and my cock was firmly lodged inside him. I paused for a while to let him get accustomed to my thickness. He hadn't cried out, but his face told me he was hurting, maybe even wishing that he had never asked, no begged, for this. A few tears ran down his cheek and I bent down to kiss them away, reassuring him that the pain wouldn't last much longer.
After I felt he was ready, I began to thrust into him. He may have been a virgin but he was a natural, opening up his tight little boy pussy as wide as he could to accept me on the inward thrusts, and squeezing tight as I withdrew. I cursed myself for having missed out on all those fucks that I had refused him, and began to make up for lost time. Long deep strokes now, lingering with my cock in to my balls before withdrawing from him slowly. I located his prostate and let my cock massage it a few times. The way he responded to that, I knew he would come soon if I continued and I didn't want that just now.
Instead, I pulled out to admire his ass again; it was beautiful but now I saw that his hole was sort of gasping. In irregular intervals, it dilated open to the size of a quarter, then contacted to the size of a dime. He never did close up as tight as he was when I started on him, and timing it just right, thrust my cock back into him as his hole opened up. No real pressure needed this time, it glided right in, and his moist warm insides embraced my erection. I played my dick on his prostate some more, willing to get him off now.
And did he ever! In that position, he could probably have sucked his own dick, and when his jizz spurted out, it covered his cheeks and lips. That was enough for me and my cock erupted, in him except for that fucking rubber. His breath was coming in big gulps now, and I got off to allow him to lie on his back, and then collapsed on top of him, sweating and panting myself. As I lay on top of him, I knew that he was what I wanted, and I wasn't going to fuck this up again. I kissed him and asked him to stay, finally adding, please, Mark?
"He said, no way, I'm never going home now, I just want to stay here, hold me in your arms, let me just fall to sleep with your body close to me. I want to be yours." With that, we both drifted off.