Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 5
By arthur990x
The sun had just peaked through the window when Jay stirred. He looked at the clock, astonished at first that it was almost 6 a.m. Then he remembered what he had been through the past few days and suddenly his twelve hours of sleep didn't seem enough.
It was warm--not hot but uncomfortably sticky. He threw off the sheets and clicked the oscillating fan on his dresser, letting the artificial breeze send momentary chills up and down his naked flesh.
"I wonder if Amir is awake," he thought and then pondered the notion. "My first thought this morning wasn't about the chicks I'm gonna bang when I get home for break or what I need to do to prepare for rush next semester or even how I did on my finals. It was about my RA."
Flashes of yesterday kept interrupting his rationalizations: Amir's soft mocha skin, the duality of his firm yet soft grip, that sensation of being completely fulfilled . . .
The fan passed by Jay's now fully erect member. Jay imagined a burst of steam coming from his hot, aching dick. His fingertips glided down his chest and abs, reaching their ultimate destination. His fingers took a tight grip and he let out a deep sigh. Slowly jerking the full length of his shaft, he remembered the first time he saw Amir naked--in the shower when Amir had caught him . . . "playing with himself."
He remembered when Amir dropped his towel and how his massive cock just seemed to unfurl before him. And then Jay remembered how that cock felt--deep inside him, massaging the depths of his . . .
"What the fuck are you up to doing?"
Jay quickly covered himself with the blanket. He was so engrossed in "himself" that he hadn't heard his roommate, Chris, stumble in.
"Nothing," Jay said defensively. "I was just getting ready to take a shower."
Chris awkwardly leaned against the doorway. He downed the beer he was holding and threw the can at Jay.
"Don't play silly with me," Chris said, his speech slurred. He was obviously wasted. Jay remembered that last night was ATO's end of the semester blow out. His gut reaction was disappointment at having missed his frat's second biggest party of the year. "I saw you pleasuring yerself, homo, prolly thinking about dick and balls and queer shit."
Jay was no longer disappointed. He was relieved. Had Chris pulled this stunt at the party, his life would have been ruined.
"Chris, I can guarantee you that . . ."
"Why don't you guarantee me a fuckin' hummer, dude? The slut well ran dry about 1 a.m., which means I haven't had someone's lips wrapped around my dong for, like, eight hours or some shit. It's starting to get lonely. And dry."
Jay stood up hastily, dropping the bedding. Standing naked in front of Chris, he walked up to him and put his finger in his chest. "Listen up, 'dude.' Frankly, you can go fuck yourself. Whatever happened recently, it's not happening again. Even if I was . . . gay . . . it doesn't mean I'd ever want to . . . do anything . . . with you again."
Quickly Chris grabbed Jay's finger and pulled it back and down, nearly to the point of breaking. The result was desirable. It brought Jay to his knees. Chris held him there.
"'Gay'?" Chris asked. "You're not fuckin' 'gay,' dude. You're a fuckin' faggot. I know some gay dudes. There's even a couple in the frat. Ain't nothing wrong with gays. They at least have some self respect. You're just a fuckin' whimpering faggot who has a vag' were his ass should be. Slap some tits on you and you'd be a straight up chick, dude. Except less."
Chris kept the pressure on Jay's finger with his left hand as he unzipped his fly with the right.
"Gay guys enjoy fucking each other. They date and shit. Granted, man, that's kinda weird and whatever, but you . . . [he reached into his pants and unbuttoned his boxers] . . . you just like to get used. You just bone up at the thought of some action in your rear. Anything for a little rub on your g-spot. Ain't that right, Jay? Even in public during a final exam?"
The look of horror now overcame the look of pain on Jay's face. How the hell . . . ?
"My bud Henry's in your class. You remember Henry, right? Ripped Asian dude on the rowing squad who used to tutor you? Anyway, he came in late and had to sit in the way back. [Chris pulled out his cock and started rubbing it gently.] He had a great view of some emo kid finger banging you during the test. Said it looked pretty clear to him that you jizzed your shorts without touching yourself. That's pretty fucked up, dude, considering how much you'd already cum. But, just like a horned up co-ed, looks your pussy can produce multiple orgasms."
Chris's cock was now engorged and millimeters away from Jay's face. Chris finally let go of Jay's hand. In response to the relief of pressure, Jay's face dropped and he got a face full of dick and pre-cum.
"Well, that's one interpretation of 'giving me head,' bro, but it's not the one I'm looking for. The one I want starts with you swallowing my meat and ends with a sweet, sticky dessert. And maybe a cigarette."
Jay resigned himself to blowing Chris but wanted to make sure that would keep him quiet about the . . . incident . . . in class. "If I have to do this," he thought, "I should at least use it to my advantage."
Without saying a word, Jay took Chris's cock in his mouth like it was a delicate piece of art--gently and slowly moving his tongue and lips around the throbbing head. Jay tried to think of what he always liked when getting head--well, aside from face fucking. He didn't want that to happen again. Instead he focused all attention on the cock head, liberally slurping and suckling. Chris, still inebriated, was sort of shocked by the gentleness of the cocksucker before him. He just closed his eyes and tilted his head back, letting waves of pleasure run over him. He even started to run his fingers through Jay's hair. "This chick is rockin'," he thought.
"Chris," Jay said, only momentarily taking his mouth away from Chris's manhood. He returned to the cock after each short utterance. "I hope . . . we can keep . . . that thing from class . . . between us . . . you know . . . between buds . . . between brothers." Jay couldn't believe he was trying to use a blowjob as a rhetorical tactic. He really was becoming a woman . . .
Chris snapped his head down and stared into Jay's eyes. He started moving his hips a little bit--not violently but enough to create a groove with Jay's bobbing. "Totally, dude," Chris said. "We'll keep it between buds. Between bros. 'Cause bros before hoes and shit. But even better if your bros are hoes! HAHA!"
He started picking up pace with his hips, pushing his cock farther into Jay's mouth. "We'll just keep that whole 'you getting fingered during finals' between you and me. And Henry, of course. He saw it, dude." Jay relaxed ever so slightly and Chris reacted by pushing his cock into Jay's throat--straight in until Jay's face was buried in his pubes. He used both arms to hold Jay in position, almost like he was hugging Jay's head. Instead of panicking, Jay decided to relax as much as could, but he knew that he couldn't stay this way for long.
"My prick just fits so nicely in your throat, homo. It's like a snake in its home or something. Just so cozy." Chris wiggled his hips left and right, causing Jay to start gagging. The panic began. "And the way your throat just quivers . . . fucking epic, dude." Chris released his grip and allowed Jay to take a quick breath. The relief on Jay's part was short-lived as Chris just slowly fucking his throat. The brutality of their last sexcapade was missing, but Jay still wasn't so keen on being used like this. That is, until Chris started massaging Jay's cock with his toes.
As he continued his slow assault on Jay's tonsils, Chris propped his foot at a 45 degree angle on the floor with Jay's instantly erect dick between his first and second toes. The little "V" his toes created was enough to create some awesome friction for Jay and he didn't have to be told twice to start humping.
"That's it, little buddy. Deep throat my meat while you pleasure yourself on my foot. God. Damn. You are a Homo with a capital 'Ho.'"
Chris pulled out of Jay's throat and started relentlessly fucking his face. Jay he could tell he was only moments from "lift off" and Jay could feel the cum bubbling in his nuts as well. He continued pumping Chris's foot when he tasted the unmistakable flavor of fresh semen pour over his tongue and coat the inside of his mouth.
"FUCKING DRINK IT, BITCH!" Chris screamed, oblivious that he might wake a sleeping neighbor. [Jay wasn't so oblivious.] "Drink my fucking milkshake. Drink it up. But don't you dare swallow. Not yet."
So Jay's mouth became a little semen reservoir nearly bursting at the corners. Chris left his spent dick resting on Jay's tongue. Jay picked up his pace on Chris's foot when Chris squeezed tightly with his toes. This caused both pleasure and pain.
"Hold up, homo-jojo. You almost forgot the rule. You don't get to spill your seed without something up your butt."
Jay wanted to be annoyed, to spit Chris's cum back in his face and tell him to go to hell, but instead he found himself eagerly complying. Within seconds he was wedging not one but two fingers in his ass, nearly forcing them in his lubeless hole. Chris started to work Jay's dick with his toes.
"That's a good little queer. Ride your hand while you fuck my foot."
It didn't take long for Jay to reach his peak. Chris watched him tense up and at that moment ordered, "Swallow."
So Jay gulped down Chris's juices while he expelled his own on the floor and the top of Chris's foot. ["Semen in, semen out," remarked Chris.] The fingers wedged inside him only added to the intimacy of having his three major erogenous zones stimulated simultaneously: His mouth full, his ass spasmining, and his dick spewing.
Chris dragged his deflating member across Jay's tongue as he pulled out of his mouth. "Clean me, dude," he ordered. "And leave those fingers in there while you do it. You shouldn't have a problem with that, eh?" He laughed.
Jay, coming down from his orgasmic high, had no an interest in licking the remnants of sperm off Chris's dick. And the fingers inside him began to feel awkwardly invasive. He complied, though, sticking his tongue out reluctantly and lapping up remaining cum.
"Taste good, dude? It's like you're eating potential little 'me's. Gross. Fucking cannibal." Satisfied that his dick was clean, Chris used his left hand to balance himself on Jay's head and brought his foot up for attention. "Now the rest of me."
"Are you serious, Chris? I'm not licking your dirty foot."
"So what you're saying is that you're OK with taking another guy's penis--you know, where piss and baby batter and sometimes blood comes from--in your mouth and cunt, but you draw the line at feet? Shut the fuck up clean clean me off, retard."
Jay decided it would be quicker and less painful to comply. He licked the top of Chris's foot and cleaned off the remaining juices. And aside from being a little salty, it was no worse than dick, he supposed.
"Much better," said Chris, stuffing his cock back in his boxers. "I'm gonna lay down for a while while you shower and do whatever else it is that homos do to prepare for getting fucked. Whatever. Just be back here by noon."
"What the hell are you talking about?" asked Jay, removing his fingers.
"Henry, dude. He's coming over at noon and he's gonna 'use that pussy' or something."
"Like hell he is . . . " Jay trailed off.
"Whatever. Look, I don't care, but Henry said that the only way that he's keeping quiet about watching you get your bean flicked during the exam was if he got a chance at your ass. He said he's been wanting to try butt-sex for a while but his girlfriend is a total prude. So, enter Jay, the amazing backdoor machine."
"Why didn't you say this was part of the deal before I blew you?"
"Uh, are you serious right now, faggot?" Chris flopped down on his bed. "Do I need a reason to want my nuts drained or is 'being a real man' good enough?" He rolled over on his stomach and put his head down. [Jay found himself noticing how round Chris's ass looked . . . and then turned the other direction.] "Now seriously, queerios, beat it. I'm tired and you stink. Go take a fucking shower and let me sleep. Noon. Be here. Or . . . whatever . . . " And with that Chris passed out.
Jay threw on a pair of shorts, grabbed a towel, and slammed the door on his way out. He walked past Amir's open door but made himself look the opposite way, quickly rushing by into the bathroom.
The shower felt phenomenal--rejuvenating in a lot of ways. He relaxed as he cleaned himself. "After winter break things will get back to normal," he thought. "I'll avoid Adam, Chris and I (and Henry) will be focused on pledging ATO, and Amir . . . well . . . fuck." He didn't know what to "do" about Amir, if he should do anything. He started washing his ass, and for the first he could remember, he was conscious about thoroughly washing his asshole. He used a lot of soap and spent more time down there than he normally would. The entire time he was thinking about dealing with Amir. "Jesus. It feels like sixth grade all over again--when I had mad hots for Stephanie Kim. Of course, she ended up blowing me in the back of her dad's van on the way to a movie . . . I wonder if Amir would . . . " He stopped the thought right there, quickly rinsed, and dried himself. That thought had gone about one second longer than he was comfortable with.
He left the bathroom and almost jogged down the hall. As he passed Amir's room, he again looked the other way. This time his evasion wouldn't work.
"Jay!" Amir screamed. "Can I talk to you for a sec?"
Jay let out a heavy sigh and walked into Amir's room. "Yeah?"
"Come in. Close the door." Amir was in a bathrobe with the belt tied loosely. The cloth desperately clung to Amir's exotic skin as if it knew that even a centimeter shift would begin to reveal "even more" of his body.
Jay tried not to notice the bathrobes desperate state. "I don't think that's a good idea," Jay said.
"Why?" Amir asked, even louder. "Afraid you'll end up with my dick in your ass again?"
Jay understood what he was doing and immediately closed the door.
"That's better. Now we had some privacy." Amir stood up and the robe failed to follow. He walked to the back of the room naked, his toned ass wiggling in a manner that Jay thought was probably illegal in most Southern states. "Do you want some coffee?" Amir asked.
"No," replied Jay. "But I could stand for you to put some clothes on."
"Why? You've seen me naked. I've seen you naked. Do you not enjoy staring at me? 'Cause yesterday you pretty much threw yourself at me like a slut on VH1. You are gay, right? You weren't just on drugs or something yesterday?"
"I'm not gay," Jay immediately replied. "I'm just . . . "
"You're just butt-sex-curious." Amir snickered but Jay didn't look amused.
"I don't know what's going on. A few days ago I would have beat the shit out of you for calling me gay. Then there was this whole thing with my TA . . . "
"What 'whole thing'?" inquired Amir.
Jay hesitated but decided that someone needed to know. Someone he . . . trusted. "I sort of let him fuck me for an 'A' in the class."
Amir's jaw literally dropped. "Wait. You 'sort of' let him fuck you or he really fucked you? Was that your first time?"
Jay was not incredibly embarrassed. He consciously didn't want to continue, but he decided to let it all out. "No, he really fucked me. Hard. And it was my first time. And aside from the pain and humiliation . . . I . . . I think I actually enjoyed something about it."
"Well by the way you were furiously jamming fingers up your butt in the shower the other day I would say you enjoyed the part of the fuck where he, I don't know, FUCKED YOU. [Jay blushed.] It's not uncommon, bro. Lots of guys like having their prostate massaged. You're just 'lucky' or 'cursed' enough to have a really sensitive p-spot. Cheers." Amir drank his coffee while Jay explained the rest of his misadventures with Chris and Adam--leaving out that he was to meet Henry and Chris later.
Jay finished, "So I guess I just don't know. I'm still attracted to chicks. I still want to fuck chicks. But I [::sigh::] I also like having stuff inside me."
"Just say it, Jay. You like having anal sex. You enjoy a good ass-plunging. Just admit it. What's the fucking problem? So you're an ass-whore who also wants to pound some vag. What does that make you? Gay? Straight? Bi? Does it really matter in the long run as long as you're doing shit that makes you happy and gets your rocks off? [Amir set down his coffee and started walking over to Jay.] Goddamn, bro. This entire semester I pegged you as one of the toughest jocks on this floor, perhaps in his school. And now you're standing here whining like some emo shithead who cuts himself in the dark while listening to Jimmy Eat World. [Jay started to perk up and actually smiled.] If some dude has a problem with what you're doing then tell him off or beat his ass. You're fucking ripped, man. You could have any piece of ass of you want whenever you want. [Amir ran his hand down Jay's arm and over to his chest.] You're one of the kings of his campus. [Amir's hand went straight down Jay's abs and into the waistband of his shorts.] And you shouldn't let anyone tell you otherwise."
As Amir's hand reached Jay's cock, Jay closed his eyes and took a breath with an open mouth. His eyes opened quickly when he realized that Amir had seized the moment to kiss him.
Paralyzed, Jay didn't react at first. He stood there, attempting to remain motionless but almost shaking with adrenaline. Amir continued kissing him and jacking him off. And after a few more seconds of intense pleasure, something in Jay's mind screamed "AH, fuck it!" and he consciously engaged in an act that days ago would have made him sick to think about: He passionately kissed back.
They continued to kiss as Amir maneuvered them toward his bed. Falling on top of Jay, Amir grinded his hips into Jay's thin shorts--the entire time relentlessly exploring his mouth. The friction from the grinding was driving them both mad. Finally, Amir said, "Turn over. Pull down your shorts. Put your face and arms flat on the bed and stick your ass in the air."
At this point, Jay would have jumped through burning rings of fire for Amir, so he quickly obeyed, putting himself in what he considered an incredibly vulnerable position. Amir slapped both hands down on Jay's ass cheeks and spread them. Jay could feel his hole contracting and expanding ever so slightly--almost like it was breathing. He knew what was supposed to come next: pressure, pain, pleasure.
Yet what happened confused him. He thought he could feel Amir's breath on his ass then something wet, but it wasn't cold like lube. What the hell was it? Jay suddenly felt intense ripples of pleasuring up and down his spine. He took a huge breath and held it. He turned his head back and saw Amir's face buried between his cheeks. He exhaled heavily and began panting.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Jay asked--not that he really cared as long as Amir continued.
Amir responded, "I'm rimming you, bro. You know, eating out your pussy?" He winked at Jay and dove back into his ass.
Jay could barely think straight. He was writhing on the bed, wiggling his ass to absorb every inch of Amir's tongue. "Another man, a senior at that, is licking my asshole and I'm loving it," Jay thought to himself. "Is this the fucking Twilight Zone?"
Amir alternated between quick flicks of his tongue, long laps, and even sticking the tip of his tongue inside him a few times. The result was that Jay's ass bucked back and forth as if it couldn't get enough of dripping wet explorer.
Stopping for a moment, Amir used his arm to wipe off his lips and gave Jay's ass another little slap. "So I take it you like having your salad tossed, eh?" Jay just nodded his head. Amir slipped himself under Jay and put them in a 69 position. The only thought in Jay's mind--barring the fact that he wasn't particularly fond of blowing guys--was that he wanted to give Amir as much pleasure as he had just experienced. With that he eagerly took Amir's dick between his lips. Amir returned the favor by continuing to eat Jay's ass.
Unlike earlier when Chris had control, Jay now determined how this blow job would play out. He knew he couldn't fit Amir's cock down his throat--at least he didn't want to try. So he decided to focus on the head and work the shaft with a free hand. "Now I'm developing BJ tactics," thought Jay. "I might actually be good at this in a week or two if I keep getting this much practice."
So Jay massaged Amir's cock with his right hand and used his tongue liberally on the head. He tried different things: licking it like a lollypop, swirling this tongue around the head, slowly suckling, quickly bobbing, whatever he could think of. He blew Amir for days--or so it seemed. He lost all sense of time, yet never tired of giving the stud beneath him the most pleasure he could, all the while his own ass receiving star treatment from an expert muff diver.
Amir soon stopped rimming only to inform Jay that he was gonna blow. Thew news encouraged Jay to continue licking and bring the head completely in his mouth.
Amir howled like some sort of animal as gush after gush of cream filled Jay's awaiting mouth. And Jay eagerly swallowed this time as he continued to milk Amir's twitching rod.
"Holy fucking shit, bro," Amir said between pants. "You sure you weren't gay before this week? That was insanely good. Cock sucking must be in your genes."
Jay knew it was supposed to be a compliment, but the whole concept was still too new. He took his lips off Amir's dick and turned around to look at him. Amir grabbed the back of Jay's head and brought him in for a kiss. The remaining semen on and in Jay's mouth passed between them, and when they separated little strings of saliva and cum bridged the gap between their departing lips.
Amir grinned, wiped the cum remnants off his mouth with a finger, and stuck it in Jay's mouth. "That's a good little piggy. Finish your breakfast." Jay sucked on Amir's finger while Amir brought his other hand to Jay's stiff dick. Amir gazed directly into his eyes and said, "I'm gonna suck you off so hard your brains will shoot out your dick."
As Amir's head disappeared into Jay's lap, Jay received a clear view of the clock above the door. It read, "11:58."
"HOLY SHIT!" screamed Jay, shoving Amir off his cock and hurriedly pulling up his shorts.
"What the fuck, bro?" Amir asked, confused and a little angry. "I almost bit off johnson."
Jay thought, "That would almost be for the best." He rushed for the door and turned quickly to look back at Amir. He said, "Sorry. I have an appointment at noon that I can't miss. I'll, uh, call you?"
He left quickly and sprinted down the hall, his hard dick bouncing around in his nylon shorts--causing more friction that Jay didn't need right now. He was so fucking horny and about to enter a situation where that would not work out well for him.
Reaching his door, he stopped and took a big breath. He could hear some shitty music playing and two voices. His nerves shot through the roof. "I could run," he thought. "Run back to Amir . . . " Then reality set in. He desperately wanted to be an ATO next semester, and if this whole "thing" got out, they would make him miserable during rush. There wouldn't be just one Chris calling him a "faggot" and using his mouth; he could think of a dozen or more people who would act the same.
"I'll go through with this--whatever happens--and then we'll put this behind us." Jay sighed and opened the door.
Chris and Henry were sitting on Jay's bed watching a porn on the TV--the source of the bad tunes. They were naked and jerking off.
"Welcome back, homo," Chris greeted him. "We were just warming up and getting some ideas." He pointed at the screen. It was one large-breasted woman getting fucked in the ass and the mouth at the same time.
"It's like looking into the future, isn't it, Jay?" Chris and Henry both laughed.
Henry pointed at Jay's shorts and starting laughing even harder. "He's already boned up, Chris! Look at this faggot. Rock hard from just thinking about what we're going to do to him!"
Jay took another glance at the TV as the two men continued their relentless assault at both ends of the woman. As the two naked jocks on his bed continued their hysterical laughter, Jay took a deep breath and tried to mentally prepare himself for what was about to happen.
END OF PART 5
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Hope you enjoyed part 5 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 6 and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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