Rooming with Dylan
By Ben Coolen
bencoolen@protonmail.com
Readers, please keep in mind that this story is 100% fictional. In real life no man is better than the other, and nobody is entitled to treat other people cruelly.
This story contains sexual acts (domination, submission, humiliation, oral sex, masturbation) between young males. If you don't like it, or it is illegal in your country, state or community, please stop reading it immediately.
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Chapter Four
"Like I said before, you kinda suck as a cocksucker!" Dylan snickered at his own pun.
"Now, I understand that it was your first time, man, but I really need you to do better next time. Show me that you want to make me feel really, really good. Can you do that for me?"
"I sure will try. I mean, yes."
On Wednesday I was sorting out cables at the school studio when the door opened and Dylan walked in, not bothering to knock, speaking on his phone. I was just about to take a lunch break, but Dylan's business came first, of course.
He greeted me by lifting his eyebrows and grabbed the handle of a heavy amplifier, intending to block the door with it. I touched his shoulder and pointed at the door with my finger. A couple of days ago I had installed a latch on the inside for that same purpose. I figured that if Mr. Carson would ask about it, I would explain it was there to prevent people from wandering in during recording.
Dylan grinned and gave me the thumbs up. As usual, his outfit met the school dress code so-and-so. He was wearing a blue unbuttoned shirt over his white tank top, and the rips in his skinny blue jeans could be considered modest. I closed the hatch, walked over and helped him out of his dress code shirt without interrupting his chat. He leaned against the wall and I got down on my knees in front of him.
"Yeah, I'm down for that. I'll get the booze and you score the pot, fair enough?"
I unbuckled his belt and popped the top button of his jeans.
"Bubba Kush? Sure, I always go for it, it makes me high and horny at the same time! Hehehe!"
I unzipped his jeans and pulled them halfway down his thighs. His cock was already stretching the front of his white American Eagle trunks. I pressed my palm against the bulge and felt his cock pulse against my hand. I resisted the urge to start rubbing his rod through the boxers. We wouldn't want Dylan to spend the rest of the school day in stained underwear, would we?
"She said what? Fuck, she sure has the hots for you, hahahahah! Yeah? I bet you'll be banging her before you know it, bro! Ah, just go for it, man! Gotta make the bitch scream your fucking name, hehehehehe!"
I pulled the underwear down below his balls and took hold of his cock, rubbing it gently between my fingers. I gave the shaft a loving kiss.
"Yeah, I got laid last weekend too. But I was fucking horny again after two minutes, you know what I'm sayin'? Guys like us can't get enough pussy, you know that as well as I do, bruh. I need to get my rocks off all the time, but I don't want to get into any fucking 'ship with a chick, that's too much trouble," he laughed as I opened my mouth and let him push his dick in.
I started to lick and suck the beloved, still almost flaccid penis in my mouth, and he made some exploratory thrusts.
"Tomorrow I'm gonna buy new rides, you know the new Vans hi-tops we talked about. No, not those, the blue ones. They are dope! Chicks will be lining up, hahahaa!"
I intensified my sucking which made Dylan leak more and more precum, and the slurping and slushing sounds of his cock sliding between my slimy lips became louder. He noticed it too.
"Hey, something came up, gotta go now. Speak to you later, bruh!" he said and slipped the phone into his back pocket.
Then he took hold of my head and started to fuck my face in a very determined way while I made love to his cock with my lips and tongue. After a minute he unloaded, and I swallowed every drop.
I wiped the cum and spit off my lips and chin with my arm and, still on my knees, I made my way to my desk. I opened a drawer and took out a pack of baby wipes. Dylan laughed when he saw it.
"Wow, you really are prepared for me this time. Good job, gay boy!"
I unwrapped one of the wipes and handed it to Dylan who cleaned his cock and crotch with it. I extended my hand with palm up and he dropped the slimy wipe in my hand. He smirked as he saw me clean my lips and chin with the same wipe before dropping it to the waste basket. Baby wipes cost money, and I couldn't afford to be picky.
Then he dropped the bombshell.
"You know, I met this other cocksucker," he said matter-of-factly.
I froze. This was not good!
I pulled his boxers and jeans up and packed his softened dick gently inside his underwear. Then I tucked the hem of his t-shirt into his jeans and zipped him up.
"Another cocksucker?" I asked and buckled his belt. I tried to be nonchalant about it but my shaky voice betrayed my apprehension.
Dylan checked his reflection on his phone to make sure his hair was perfect.
"Yeah. I was gonna tell you about it when I was at your place but then I thought you might start to bawl like a fucking baby again, hehe."
"Well?"
He reached for his shirt that I had folded neatly on a chair.
"So, there was this other homo at the party. I noticed him checking me out. He was pretty drunk, so I guess he thought I wouldn't notice. You know, fags keep drooling after me all the time of course, but this one was really eye-fucking me."
I noticed that the bottoms of the legs of his jeans weren't evenly cuffed so I crouched down, straightened them out and cuffed them neatly while he watched. I stayed on my knees and waited for him to continue.
"Then I went to look for the can but there was a line. So, this fag was first, and then there was another guy before me. Then somebody came out and it would've been queer boy's turn. And then, listen to this, this is fucking hilarious, he looked at me and told the second guy to go first! Hahahaha!"
I noticed some dust on his scuffed black Vans so I brushed it off with my fingers.
"When the first guy locked the door behind him the fag turned to me and I could see he was nervous as fuck. Guess what he said?"
"I dunno."
Dylan imitated a drunken guy, swaying back and forth and slurred:
"Man, I'll suck you off if you won't tell anyone."
"Hahaha! So, I asked, dude are you fucking serious?' And he said, yeah, just don't tell anybody.'"
"I told him that I already got a cocksucker. You know what he said?"
"What?"
"I'll pay you twenty-five bucks if you let me do it. Can you imagine? A guy wants to pay me twenty-five dollars if I let him suck my fucking dick, hahaha!"
I had no problem imagining that.
"Well I said `sorry man but sucking me off costs more than that!' And he just said, okay, and took his wallet out. He offered me all the money he had. What a pathetic little faggot, hehehe!"
"I told him I didn't need a blowjob right then, but he insisted that I take his Whatsapp. So I told him to hold out his profile so I could take a picture."
"Look," Dylan said and took out his phone, browsing it quickly. He turned the screen around to show me a photo.
There was a blond young dude, not bad-looking at all, holding his phone to the camera. He was staring right into the camera with a deer-in-the-headlights look. His name and Whatsapp number were clearly visible.
"Look at this guy, Stevens. He was offering me, like, seventy bucks to suck me off. Can you match that?"
"No," I said sourly.
He smirked at me.
"Maybe I should try him out, waddya think?" He teased.
"No! Please!"
"Hahaha! I knew you'd say that. Well, next Saturday you'll have a chance to prove to me that your cocksucking skills are worth more than that. Cocksuckers are disposable, you know," he said and grabbed his backpack.
"What time do you want me to be at your house on Saturday?"
"I'll let you know."
Then he remembered something.
"Oh yeah, one more thing Stevens," he said and unzipped his backpack.
"Yeah?"
"I got a soccer game today. Mason's on the sick list and Coach asked me to sub in as a forward. But there's a problem," he said.
"What's that?"
He pulled out a black plastic bag.
"Well, last time I played it was raining like fuck and the whole pitch turned into a fucking mud pit," he said and took out a pair of orange cleats. They were covered with grass and grey mud.
"There will people watching, so I can't show up wearing these."
"Better not," I admitted.
Dylan smiled at me.
"I knew I could count on you Stevens," he said, and handed the filthy cleats to me.
"I'm gonna grab some lunch now. You can bring them to my next class. I've got Math at twelve fifteen in G 38," he said and left.
So much for my lunch, I thought and checked my watch. I had a mission: to make Dylan's cleats look like new in just 48 minutes.
I couldn't bear the idea of losing Dylan, I had become infatuated with him. I loved Dylan from the bottom of my heart and I knew I couldn't expect the same from him. But at least I was able to make him feel good and bring him sexual satisfaction. I could not lose all that to another guy, a rival! No, I was going to fight! And if Dylan's shoes needed to be cleaned, I would be happy to do that for him so he would see how far I was willing to go for him.
I hurried to get a rag, sat down on the floor and started to clean Dylan's cleats like a good little cocksucker.
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