Last spring, right after my first year at the big Midwestern university I'm attending, I signed a lease for a two-bedroom apartment about a half-mile from campus with a good friend whom I'd met and befriended that year. While we'd enjoyed living in the on-campus dorms our first year, it was generally agreed among us and our friends that off-campus living this year was where it was at. No more RAs shutting down parties, no more silly dorm regulations, no more dumb hall meetings. My soon-to-be roommates had an internship in DC for the summer months, so in exchange for paying half of his half of the rent plus any utilities, I would actually have the apartment to myself through June, July, and most of August.
After final exams, I packed up my belongings and set about moving into my new place one Friday afternoon. I rode the elevator up with a box, and as I got to my apartment, I noticed a guy at the next door over struggling to balance a box and unlock his door simultaneously. I set my box down by the door, darted over, and grabbed the box in his arms just as he started to lose his grip.
"Thanks for that! I thought I could get this damn door unlocked without having to set it down," he laughed. He held the door open for me, and I walked in to set the box on his kitchen counter. He stuck his hand out. "Nick."
I grabbed his proffered hand. "Taylor. Nice to meet you. Looks like we'll be neighbors."
Nick was tall, perhaps 6'2", and looked nicely toned in the tank top and gym shorts he was wearing. His dark hair glistened with sweat. He smiled at me. "I have a couple of boxes downstairs in a U-Haul. If you can give me a hand with those, I'm happy to help you haul up whatever stuff you've got, too."
I nodded, and the two of us made short work of our remaining possessions. I noticed his apartment was the same size as mine, though the layout was mirrored, and that his second bedroom had been turned into a sort of office. "No roommate?"
"Nah, I could make this place work on my own, so I figured I'd rather fly solo for the year," he said. "What about you?"
"Yeah, but he doesn't get here until right before the fall semester starts, so it's just me for the summer."
We exchanged phone numbers and other quick pleasantries, and then I headed to my place to unpack. Later that night, on my first night in my new place, I fired up Grindr to see who was around for the summer. I was surprised to see Nick's smiling face, labeled "N.", peering up at me from the first square in the grid, a mere 3 feet away. He hadn't read gay to me at all when we were chatting. I clicked on his profile and was more than a little disappointed to see that he was, like me, a top. I tapped him just for kicks and he quickly messaged me in reply.
N: Well well well! Lol N: Didn't realize you were a 'mo too.
T: Hey, I'm just as surprised to see you on here, haha.
N: Well, hopefully there are enough bottoms in town this summer that we won't have to compete too hard with each other. ;)
I chuckled to myself and tapped his message, then moved on to hitting up other boys. When I didn't find anyone worth pursuing for the night, I got ready for bed and slid under the covers. Just as I settled my head on the pillow, I heard the unmistakable sound of two men having sex and Nick's very dirty voice coming through the wall. I realized immediately that the mirrored layout of his apartment meant that we shared a bedroom wall. "You like that, you little slut? You like that big dick?" Given the moans from his guest, it was clear that he did, in fact, like that big dick. This went on for another ten minutes or so, and then the volume of moans and other assorted noises picked up. "Fuck yeah, fucking take it. Fucking take my load. I'm going to fucking CUM." I was insanely turned on hearing my hot neighbor breed someone just on the other side of what was apparently a very thin wall---my dick was rock hard. I slid my underwear off, spat in my hand, and shot a very messy load all over my neck, chest, and abs not ten seconds later. I got up to towel myself off, then passed out.
Nick texted me the next afternoon. "Hey man. If you're not doing anything today, I'm going to smoke a bowl and watch TV if you want to hang." This struck me as a pleasant way of spending a Saturday afternoon, so I walked next door, knocked, and let myself in when he yelled that the door was open. We got stoned, watched bad TV, and just generally got to know each other. I didn't let him know that I'd heard his little performance the night before---you never know how someone's going to feel about you listening in, even inadvertently.
And that was basically how my summer went. Nick and I hung out regularly, got stoned a lot, and became sort-of friends. I say "sort of" only because I don't know that we would naturally have been friends in other circumstances. Nick's way more into sports than I am, for example (I can't even tell you the number of baseball games we watched this summer---there's not enough weed in the world to make baseball interesting to me). I got laid a decent amount, but nowhere near as often as he did. Nick had boys over 5 or 6 nights a week, sometimes multiple guys a night. He seemed to be insatiable. I could hear his porn through the wall, too, so I knew he was jacking off once or twice a day some days, in addition to putting loads in bottoms. And the bottoms seemed to love it: most of them were as loud as he was. I realized pretty quickly that at least some of that noise was from pain: Nick very obviously was into aggressive sex, given the slaps and squeals and whatnot that I could hear. Some nights I would have to put earplugs in to sleep. I never told Nick I could hear him, though, mostly because on the other nights, I would edge myself like crazy listening to him breed, trying to sync up our orgasms. I had to assume he knew I could hear him, since I was sure he must've heard me fucking guys, too. We just never discussed it.
The other thing to know about that summer is that Nick never let me pay for weed. I would offer to chip in some cash, or to buy some myself through his connection, whoever it was, or to do something to not feel like such a freeloader, but he always waved off my offer. "I just like to have someone to smoke with. Don't fret about it."
When this school year started and my roommate finally moved in, I saw Nick a little less, given other social obligations and classes and all the stuff you do in college, but we still got together most weekends. In September, the party scene started to pick up, and that was the first time Nick and I started hanging out outside either of our apartments. The first weekend that month, he invited to me to an off-campus house party some friends of his were throwing, and I decided to tag along. With all the booze flowing, I started to hit a wall just after 1 AM and told Nick I was going to head back home.
"No way, dude, you just need a little pick-me-up. Come with me." Nick grabbed my arm and dragged me down the hall and into a bathroom. He pulled a small glass vial out of his pocket, unscrewed the top, and then pulled out a tiny spoon with a lump of white powder on the end. He stuck the spoon up to his nose, snorted, then dipped it back into the vial to refill it. He handed it to me.
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's coke, you dumbass."
I'd been smoking pot since senior year of high school, but that was the hardest (and only) drug I'd ever done. I figured college was for trying new things, so I carefully took the spoon from his hand, awkwardly held it up to a nostril, then sniffed as hard as I could. Nick chuckled.
"Yeah, the first time is always weird. You did great, though." He took a second bump, snorted it, then offered another to me.
"Let me see how this first one goes before I commit to more," I said. He laughed, then led me out of the bathroom.
After that, a little cocaine became a part of most of our weekends, too. I knew coke had to be more expensive than pot, but again, whenever I'd offer to chip in, he'd just smile and say it was no big deal.
In October, Nick's face disappeared from my Grindr grid, and I learned it was because he'd started dating someone, a little twink named Charlie. To be clear, Charlie introduced himself to me as Charles, but I only ever heard Nick call him Charlie. Obviously I heard Charlie's name quite a bit through my bedroom wall! Whatever Nick was dishing out over there, Charlie seemed to revel in it. I heard muffled sobs, a few screams, even some begging. There were nights when I would cum multiple times listening to the two of them fuck.
Nick and I both planned to stay in town for Thanksgiving, but Charlie apparently went back home for a few days. On Wednesday night, I fired up Grindr, trying to get lucky with my roommate out of town, and noticed that "N." was back on my grid, but this time as a headless torso. Given the headlessness, I assumed this wasn't something Charlie had approved, but I obviously wasn't going to say anything---Nick was my friend, not Charlie. I tapped Nick, then closed my phone and went to bed. I woke up after midnight to the sounds of my neighbor putting a load in someone who was definitely not his boyfriend, then rolled over and fell back asleep.
I woke up to a text from Nick: "Hey man. Hopefully we can keep all that just between us, if you don't mind."
I replied: "You've got nothing to fear from me---my lips are sealed." He liked my message, and nothing more was said about it, though I heard him fuck a couple more guys that weekend.
During finals week, I realized that Nick's indiscretions had caught up to him: the sounds coming through the bedroom wall weren't those of a satisfied bottom, but of a very upset twink screaming and crying. I couldn't hear what was being said, but I could definitely tell that things weren't going well next door. I heard the front door slam, and so texted Nick, "Everything okay?"
He took a long time to type up a reply, starting and restarting his message, it seems, before finally saying, "I guess it depends on how you look at it. One of Charlie's friends recognized me on Grindr and told him, and so of course he flipped out and dumped me. I guess I'm not made for relationships!! Anyway, his loss: I was the best sex he's ever going to have."
I realized I may as well let him know that I knew: "Yeah, it certainly sounded like it. devil emoji"
"Lol. Yeah, I probably should've warned you on day 1. I can get a little loud in bed."
"I noticed!!! Thank god for noise-canceling headphones."
But for the next few days, I never needed those headphones or my earplugs. I don't know if the campus bottoms had unionized and decided to stand up on Charlie's behalf or something (or more likely, everyone was just busy with finals), but Nick's never-ending stream of boys dried up.
Which is how we get to last Friday. Friday was the last day of fall finals, and Nick and I both had the bad luck to draw classes with a Friday morning final. Thus we had to stick around to the bitter end. A mutual friend was having a "holiday party" (read: rager) to celebrate the end of the semester, and Nick and I obviously wanted to put in an appearance and cut loose before heading home to our respective families.
By now, we'd settled into a comfortable party routine: a little pregaming at our apartments, then some more drinking and dancing and whatever else, then a little bathroom coke, then rinse and repeat as needed until it was time to head home. Around 1:30, I made eye contact with Nick across the room and he waggled his eyebrows at me and touched his nose, the world's least inconspicuous signal. I excused myself from a conversation, then followed him down a hall. Instead of walking into the nearest empty bathroom, however, Nick went up a set of stairs at the end of the hallway, into a bedroom, and then from there into the adjoining bathroom before closing and locking the door behind us.
By this point, we'd graduated to doing proper lines off countertops, so Nick carefully arranged some lines for us before taking out a bill, rolling it up tightly, and snorting up the first one. He handed me the makeshift straw, and, as I bent over to do the line, he walked over to the toilet, lifted the seat, and started to take a piss.
This was not the first time this had happened. I mean, when you're in a bathroom anyway, you may as well kill two birds with one stone. We had both pissed in front of the other before, and I'd never thought anything of it. I did a second line and saw Nick shake himself dry out of the corner of my eye. When I stood up, he was facing me. His pants were open, and his dick was sticking out through the fly of his boxer briefs.
I sort of chuckled. "Whoa, don't forget to zip up before we head back out." I looked him in the eyes and found myself caught by his hard stare.
"We're not heading back out, at least not right away. You've been wanting to know how to pay for the drugs all semester, and now you've got a way to do it." He waggled his thickening dick at me. "Come over here and blow me."
I looked back at the locked bathroom door. We were well away from the main action of the party, but someone could still come up here. "Nick, are you sure that's a good id--"
"Stop talking and get over here. You know you want to taste this cock."
Obviously I wasn't opposed to blowing Nick, but this wasn't really how I'd fantasized about the scene going down. Still, the idea wasn't a wholly ludicrous one: he was hot, I was a little turned on, and I did feel a sense of obligation for all the pot and coke he'd been giving away to me. I crossed the bathroom and knelt down while he shucked his jeans and underwear.
Eye to eye with it, as it were, I finally got my first good look at his cut dick. He wasn't fully hard, but definitely on his way there. I could tell he was going to be big, certainly bigger than my own 6.5" dick. He looked like he was probably a good two inches longer than me, and girthy. I reached out and gave his dick a couple of tentative strokes, then leaned forward and slid the tip into my mouth. He immediately pushed forward and before I could stop him, was practically in my throat.
"Fuuuuuuck, yes, Tay."
I coughed and gagged a bit around his dick and tried to pull back off of it, but he put his hand on the back of my head to hold me in place. After a few seconds, he pulled all the way out of my mouth.
"Jesus, Tay, I need this so badly."
I opened my mouth to object, but he simply slid his fat cock all the way back into my mouth again. After another few moments, he pulled back from my throat, but rather than pull all the way out this time, he started to slowly fuck my face.
"Yeah, work that fat cock, Tay. Get it nice and wet."
As he settled into a rhythm, I was able to manage his cock more easily. Deep-throating isn't a talent of mine, so being able to keep him from hitting my tonsils with every thrust was better. I reached up and played with his smooth sack while he slid himself in and out between my lips.
"Damn, looks like you needed this, too." He nudged my crotch with the toe of his shoe, and I realized that, despite the coke, I was almost painfully hard in my jeans. The combination of exam stress and no nightly porn scenes coming through the wall meant I hadn't blown a load in a few days myself.
"Take your dick out. I want to see it."
I rocked back on my heels to prepare to stand up and his dick popped out of my mouth. Nick grabbed my hair and pulled my head back towards his dick. "Bitch, I didn't say stop sucking. You can take your jeans off from down there."
He shoved his dick back in my mouth, not gently. I worked myself up into a squat, undid my belt, and tried to work my jeans and underwear down my thighs without dislodging his cock again. I managed to get my own dick out and reached down to give myself a few strokes. His foot caught my hand and knocked it away from my aching dick. "Nuh-uh. Focus on me. You can cum after I do."
I began to really try to put my best work into this blowjob. Nick's demeanor, far from being a turnoff, was making me insanely horny. I began to realize what all those bottoms saw in him.
With one hand on his shaft and one on his balls, I worked his fat dick over, trying to get as much of it into my mouth as I could without gagging, then pulling off a bit and repeating. I wanted him to cum as badly as he did.
Without thinking about it, my right hand drifted down from his balls and back to my own cock. This time, Nick didn't nudge my hand away. Instead, the toe of his shoe made direct, sharp contact with my nuts. "I said no!"
The sudden jolt of pain caused me to rear back, and when I did, I caught the head of his dick with the edge of my front teeth.
"Motherfucker! What the fuck!" He grabbed my hair again and wrenched my head back so I was looking up his body into his face. His eyes blazed with fury. "If I ever feel your teeth on my dick again, you're going to have a lot more to worry about than sore balls, do you hear me, you little bitch?"
"Yes, I'm sor--"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good. Now fucking get back on my dick and finish me off. I need to blow."
I leaned back in and resumed sucking his cock. Somehow, despite the pain, I was more turned on than ever. Normally oral sex is just a task I feel obligated to do for a bottom before I can flip him over, eat his ass for a bit, and then fuck him and breed him. But I was insane with lust in a way that I hadn't felt in ages. Nick's dominance made me feel as if I wanted to please him, as if I needed to please him.
"Fuck, Tay, your mouth feels so fucking good. You're getting me close."
I redoubled my efforts, desperate to get him off.
"When I cum, hold it in your mouth. Do not swallow it, understand?"
I nodded as best I could.
"Fuck, Tay, here it fucking comes. Get ready for my fucking load." Nick grabbed my head with both hands and fucked himself into my mouth, and then with a great groan, he exploded. I did my best not to swallow, but the first shot definitely hit the back of my throat. I tried to collect as much of the rest of it as I could on my tongue as he slowed the pace of his face-fucking, before finally pulling himself out of my mouth.
"Open your mouth, let me see my load." I did as he ordered, and he pulled my head back again so that he could look down onto me. "Fuck, that was a lot of cum even for me," he chuckled. "Swallow." I closed my mouth and gulped down his hot, salty jizz.
He nudged my throbbing penis again with his toe. "Guess we need to deal with that." I was so horned up by this point, that I knew I'd be able to shoot my pent-up load myself in a matter of seconds. I reached down to grab my dick, but his foot once again intercepted my hand.
"Please, Nick. You said I could cum?" There was, I realized, a definite pleading tone to my voice. I wasn't sure where this new, submissive me came from. I'd never before asked a man to let me cum. But something about Nick's attitude made it so clear to me that he was in charge.
"Oh, you will, and I'm even going to be the one to get you off. But we'll do it my way. Stand up." I did as he said, and he grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the counter. "Now, come stand here over the sink."
I stood in front of the sink and watched Nick in the mirror. He nestled in behind me, with his still semi-hard dick nestling into the cleft of my ass. "Now, lean forward and brace your hands on the counter. Do not move your hands, understand me?" I nodded, and then Nick slid his right hand around my hip and grabbed my dick.
I gasped. The mere touch of his hand was nearly enough to put me over the edge. I tried to hump his hand to get that last bit of friction I needed, but he quickly let go. "Stop that. Stand still. I told you I'd get you off, and I will." He grabbed my dick again, more gently, and gave It a few very light strokes up and down. "Keep your eyes on me in the mirror."
I made eye contact with him in the mirror as he edged me. "Jesus, Nick, I am so close. Please make me cum." He just snickered behind me and kept up his slow, torturous stroking.
After perhaps 30 seconds of this, I could feel the cum starting to rise in my balls. "Fuck, Nick, please. Stroke me harder. I'm so close."
His hand immediately dropped my dick. "No, do not cum. Breathe! Hold it. Hold. IT." A sob shuddered out of me. I could feel how close my orgasm was. Another stroke or two, even those too-light strokes, and I would have blown all over the counter, sink, and probably the mirror in front of me.
Nick gave me a solid minute to settle back from the edge. "I'm going to start again. Let me know when you're close." His hand settled back into that some awful slow pace, his fingers making the barest contact with the skin on my dick. But even with that minimal stimulation, I wasn't far from the edge.
"Nick, I'm close!" His hand stopped again, but this time, the urge to cum was too overwhelming. Ignoring his orders not to move my hands, I reached down to grab my dick and finish myself off. I simply had to cum.
I managed one downstroke and about half of an upstroke before he grabbed my wrist, hard, yanked my hand away from my dick, and slammed it down on the counter. "I told you NOT to move your fucking hands!" he shouted in my ear.
Unfortunately, that stroke and a half was too much. I felt my long-delayed orgasm begin. But without Nick's hand or my own on my dick for those final few moments, the thundering crescendo we'd been building toward just sort of stopped. I shuddered, throbbed, and felt a few sad pulses of semen . . . I don't even know what the right verb is. "Erupt" is definitely not accurate. "Eject"? "Discharge"? "Emit"? It felt like I'd somehow been kicked in the balls, but inside my torso. Whatever pleasure I'd felt had completely evaporated. Rather than feeling sated, I was somehow even hornier than before the ruined orgasm I'd just experienced. It was a weird mixture of sadness and lust and discomfort.
Nick chuckled. "Well, at least you didn't get any cum in the coke."
I looked down. Nick was right: there was still one line of coke left on the counter to my right. Not knowing what else to do, I bent over to pull my pants up, only to realize that at least a little of my semen had dribbled down and landed in my underwear. I'd have my own cold jizz on my taint to remind of that shitty orgasm for the rest of the night.
"Clean the sink up. I'm going to bump this line," said Nick. I grabbed some toilet paper and wiped off the counter while he did so. We both finished getting dressed and picked everything up in the bathroom. As I turned toward the door, Nick grabbed the back of my head, pulled me in, and kissed me hard. His tongue darted into my mouth, and I wondered if he could taste himself on me. He pulled back and said, "That was fucking hot. It's going to be awfully convenient having you next door once we get back."
I was too speechless from the whole experience to really do much more than nod at Nick. He held my gaze with his eyes, then glanced down at my crotch. "You're going to want to adjust that, I think."
I looked down. The kiss had sent the blood back to my still-horny dick, and I was now pitching a very obvious tent in my jeans. I reached down to pull my dick up under the waistband and then pulled my shirt down over it, hoping that would disguise the raging boner I had.
"Oh, and Tay? I don't want you to cum while you're home for the holidays. You save your load from now until we get back in January. That's your punishment for cumming without permission. You understand me?"
I nodded mutely. His eyebrows rose. "Yes, sir," I replied.
He nodded once, satisfied, then unlocked the door and let himself out of the bathroom.
I have a long three-and-a-half weeks ahead of me.