- Deal -- Tiger pussy, pussy tiger
I had an early class on Monday with Red, that is, Dr. Adams, and came home on a kind of high from the pretense of not knowing him -- in the Biblical sense. He paced a lot as he lectured and I sat in the front row just to give him a hard time -- so to speak. As he was explaining standard deviation, he wandered to my side, I caught his eye as if I were hanging on his every word at the same time my cock flickered with recall of coming together -- I knew that I was hanging well today as a result of our encounter, and it sure made stat more compelling. I almost raised an eyebrow as we made eye contact for a moment. Red, I mean Dr. Adams, lost it, stumbled on "deviating," regrouped and began talking faster. I smirked inwardly, and thought `What fun to torture the prof.' When he ended class early, I lingered near the lectern as if I had a question, knowing he would avoid me, and sure enough he picked up his notes and rushed out as if he had just remembered something and had to hurry. I followed him, sauntering with the confidence of a winner. Wasn't I just awful?
I floated back to the dorm anticipating Tom coming home, he said he'd be back by noon because he had lab at 1:00, so there was plenty of time to get ready to "brief" him on me and Tito. I wasn't going to say anything specific about my tutoring experience.
When I opened the door to our room, Tom grabbed me, banged the door shut behind me and pinned me to it, one hand at my throat. I was so startled I open my mouth to yell, he stuffed the funky briefs into my mouth and said, "Shut up and chew on that and suck the funky cum of your little love note, you must of spent the whole weekend jacking off." His voice was fierce and gruff, "I'm gonna strip you and fuck your brains out till you yell and scream and writhe and beg me to let you come and I might if you tell me that I'm a better stud than Tito or Prince or this red headed faculty guy." He was naked and hard and pressed his body tight against me so I could feel his shaft poking into me. His eyes flared fierce blue and drilled into mine, he almost growled, "Got that?" All l could do was nod and give in to this tiger.
He pulled off all my clothes, and I didn't resist because I loved this lover, at the same time my mind was racing trying to figure out how he knew, Tito sure, he set that up, but Prince and Reds? The briefs were still in my mouth so as I breathed I inhaled the smells of the dried cum I had meant for him -- Tito's chilis and mine. My mind whirled. I was intoxicated and terrified at the same time. I threw my arms around him, half scared half lusting for what he was gonna do to me.
With a shaky voice I managed to say, "How did you --"
"Shut up and suck."
Tom picked me up and threw me face down on his bed, "Ass up, cheeks spread." He pulled up my hips and spread my cheeks apart so the air cooled my pucker until his hot spit lubed it, "I'm gonna fuck you now for as long as I want and as fast or slow as I want and you're gonna love it, but you're not gonna cum till I tell you to, until I say it's time and then you're gonna hold your jiz till you feel me spurt first and then you're gonna cum to make me feel great and when I'm done and bolting you to the bed with my rod still hot and my cum leaking out of your hole, you're gonna want me to fuck you again because you're part whore and pleasing me is what really turns you on and that's what the rest of our lives will be like-- got it?"
And that's just the way it turned out, only better. Tiger knew best. He fucked me fiercely, teased me, taunted me, made me feel small then big so finally I was his sex slave without the will to resist whatever he wanted and to love it just as he said, and then he knew how much pain was a turn on and how much was exhilarating and intensified the incredible high he created in us both till we came, him first, his first spasm triggering me, both of us yelling yes, yes, yes! We were so hot together that I almost forgot we were separate men and not a single ecstatic creature. My hole burned, my eyes teared, I was in paradise.
As we lay there, after we came together and Tom had collapsed hot and heavy on my chest, my cock still oozing cum between us and his cum leaking past his cock out of my crack, he was still hard and hot inside me. I treasured the lusty sense of being savaged by the man I loved, wanting more because I was just warmed up and my hole wanted him back again like he said, and where was the considerate Tom, the tender Tom I knew from before the weekend apart. Where did Tiger Tom come from? And then it hit me, the man knew and was jealous! He knew about Prince and Reds and was jealous, a regular Othello. I turned to mush inside, to be loved so much by the man I loved and wanted so badly -- it was beyond my hopes. My body relaxed completely and we sank together into Tom's sheets.
After a long while he whispered in my ear, his voice almost tender, "Are you OK?"
"Yeah. How did you find out?"
"I got back early and found your crusty briefs, ran into Nick in the hall, and you can guess the rest."
I pushed him up abruptly and his cock slipped out of my canal. "You didn't show Nick the briefs, did you?"
"You think I'm nuts?"
"No, but I think you think with your nuts."
"Well, you weren't very discreet, buddy boy."
"Fuck discreet, man, I was naïve."
"So, how'd you learn so much so soon?" Pause.
"Well -- how was your weekend?" I asked, trying to postpone.
"Come on. Let it all hang out now that we're both limp."
"Limp means safe, Tiger?"
"Scout's honor."
I took his cock in my hand, limp, warm and gooey, it was my home base. He held mine and asked, "As serious as that?"
"I need to check your temperature while I tell you."
"I'll be a pussy cat now."
"What do you know about pussy, gay man?"
His cock flexed a bit in my hand. "You'd be surprised. Now no more clever talk, just tell me."
"OK, here's my story and I'm stickin' to it. You set up Tito and that was a loving thing you did, I felt you really cared for me and didn't want me to be lonely. Tito said you paid for the whole session, that it was a freebee because you were such a good client." I felt Tom's cock flex again, his temperature was rising.
"You mean he didn't send the pimply faced kid?"
"No he came and let me fuck him. Awesome." Tom took two deep breaths and his cock began to swell.
"That fucking Latin queer." His voice got hard. "Go on."
"Well, I slept really well and the next day I thought I could tackle my stat problems, but after a couple of hours, I felt like a dumb shit, so I figured I needed help and maybe the dorm counsellor would know of some guy in the dorm who was a whiz at stat. I found the counselor's suite on the first floor and waited to see him. I didn't know who he was until Prince walks out of the shower buck naked and looking like a black colossus. I'm stunned, but my cock gets hard right away, I mean you know, Prince is one handsome black specimen and I never seen one before, not stark naked, well maybe some soccer player in the shower but not one hung like Prince, I mean --" I felt Tom's cock get harder in my hand and mine was too till I realized I was running my mouth and had gone too far. I went limp.
"So he fucked you, right? You let him push all twelve inches up your ass till you almost gagged on it, right?"
"Well -- yeah, but I didn't gag."
"And you liked it, huh? You liked it a lot."
"Yeah, I mean -- "
"You never been fucked by a back stud before, right? and now you like black meat better than white? " For a moment I froze, didn't know what to say.
Then his blue eyes went merry, he laughed and I felt his cock go limp. "You are one naïve muthuh. How'd you ever get to be a flaming queer and miss out on that?!" He laughed harder, "No wonder I love you. Now, tell me about the red headed guy, and let my cock loose unless you want another round the way your cock tells me you do. You're safe with me. I know I got your cherry."
I felt suddenly free, like I could tell everything, so I started to explain that the red headed guy was actually my stat professor Dr. Redmond Adams and then I babbled on about how he seems to be more than a friend of Prince and a real voyeur and I turned him on but he was cherry and scared, so I cooed him into letting me just blow him this time, poor guy, and we've got a date for later this week.
"And I suppose you got no reservations about buying a grade with a blowjob?"
"No, no, that's not the way it was. Red actually showed me how to do the stat problems he assigned before anything happened, and offered more help after I blew him if I needed it, I mean, I got principles, Tom."
"I can see that, and I respect you for it. So the date, uh, the appointment later this week is for him to help you again, or is it for you to help him."
"The way I figure, it doesn't have to be a forced choice, I mean it could go either way."
"You are one fast learner, man. You got sex and seduction down pat and in just one weekend."
"Well, you don't want a partner who hasn't been around the block, do you? And I wasn't that bad before." I stroked him gently, "See?" Tom chuckled.
"So, how was your weekend? I asked, "Learn a lot?"
"Wow man did I! As it turns out Deep Throat Quartet is just what we call us in private. In public we're Four Guys and a Pitch Pipe." I grimaced. "I know it sounds pretty corny, but we're working on it. OK, so as it turned out this weekend, we're Four Gays with Hard Ons."
"That'll get you gigs but maybe not for singing."
"Well, you're the wordsmith, think up something for us. Anyway, we're all gay or bi -- take DeWayne, the black who sings bass, as he tells it, he goes any way, gay straight, top bottom, blow blower -- the whole nine yards. He's got the hardest sturdiest schlong you've ever seen plastered against a left thigh in football pants just short of ballet tights -- and he doesn't need to pad the pouch."
"I get the impression you were impressed."
"Kind of."
"And I know you like football, but ballet? Now I know why."
"Brother, I study cocks wherever I can find them and I seen you do the same, so shut up and listen. Next comes Andy who sings second harmony and looks like a corn fed Midwesterner, straight as an arrow. Actually not so straight, with a hidden thing for DeWayne, whose thing is not so hidden. Andy really really likes that thing. Then comes Tom, that's me I'm the baritone who sings melody on most tunes, who has a thing for Zack, who doesn't sing."
"But he coo's good."
"True. Finally there's Skip, our tenor. Sweetest voice you ever heard and a great falsetto. He looks like a little blond satyr, music major, gay as we come but just likes to watch and get blown. He may be convertible --"
"You gonna try?"
"I was raised evangelical, it's our duty to spread the word and there's plenty of room in the tent for all God's chillun."
"Which means?"
"Maybe."
"I see more than maybe in your crotch right now. I mean you're tenting."
"Maybe, depends on where we are after we figure how we're gonna be together."
"That means you didn't blow or fuck the whole weekend?"
"I didn't say that. A man's gotta breathe and DeWayne and I hit it off right away. Maybe that's why I forgive you and Prince. Andy was accommodating. He liked my idea of a threesome and so did DeWayne."
"How about Skip?"
"He just watched and rubbed himself, but I haven't given up hope. Hope springs eternal, like cocks and I still need to even up the score -- you're a blowjob ahead."
"I'm solid with you. I love you, Tom. I've said that before, and I mean it, but I don't want to give up the outside entertainment either, and I'm not so sure I could. You called me a whore and maybe you were right."
"Bull shit, that Tom wasn't me -- or not the real me -- or not all of me. I'll tell you the whole story sometime, but now's not the time. Look, you're a sampler who fell in love with your roomie and you want to keep that, but you need to sample some more. You keep thinking somemores, like the gooey sweets we used to make over the camp fire, and sometimes you lose it. I been there and done that, and I've got a sweet tooth, maybe hungrier than yours. I don't know if I'll ever grow out of that or if I even want to."
"Can we make it work, I mean if we don't keep any secrets?"
"Or if we don't hide what we found, like you're prof Red?"
"OK. Hands on instead of hands off. It's only fair I should help you to catch up. But there's still one thing to clear up. When I asked you what you knew about pussy, gay man, you said `You'd be surprised.' What'd you mean by that?"
"Well, I guess I'm the kind of guy who had what they call catholic tastes. Really, I'm the kind of guy who used to fuck whatever he saw that was willing and hot. That is until I met you. Then I hate to say it, my tastes changed to a shorter menu -- just guys. How about you?"
"Always been a one-gender man."
"Then we've got a deal?"
"Deal, shake."
"You know they used to call this an open marriage?"
"Never heard that term before, but I'm now open."
"Good. I need more than a handshake. Tom for real is here this time. Let's make love."
"What about lab?"
"Screw lab."
"No, screw Tom. Now Zack screws Tom."
Tom froze. "What do you mean?"
"We've gotta be equals, Tom. Look at me. It's gotta be pussy-tiger, tiger-pussy, or it won't work, at least for me. What do you say, still a deal?" Long pause, then his eyes began to tear up.
"I'm, I'm terrified."
"No, no. You let me fuck you before. What's different now?"
"I felt safe, then, you were gentle, I needed something so badly, I caved."
His eyes over flowed, blue water ran down his cheeks. He seemed so vulnerable, I wanted to hold him. "I can be gentle again. You can do it, we can do it -- pussy tiger, tiger pussy. Come on, let's not blow it now."
"But I don't know equal, I don't know what that means. I'm always one up so I'll never be one down again. When I was, I disappeared. I never been part of equal, not in my whole life." He sobbed, this gorgeous, loving man just sobbed. I took him in my arms and cuddled him.
"We'll be OK, I know we will, it will be safe to be equals."
"Be kind, Zack. Please be kind."
"I will, Tom. I promise. Is it a deal."
He looked at me and found the truth in my eyes. "Deal," he said.
I kissed him, and slid my hand down his chest, along the fine hairy path that led to his beautiful waiting cock. He started to harden and I kissed him again. He sucked me in and we played tongues for a while, gently, like time had stopped for us, no rush.
I began to stroke his cock, and he moved my hand to his crevice. I pressed a knuckle into his waiting pucker, into the soft tissue that would kiss my cock as I entered him. He winced a little, I paused, he relaxed and let me in. My crown passed his sphincter and as if it remembered from our one time before, found his prostate, massaged it, and began a slow fuck. We moved as one from side by side to me on top, I pushed into him, very slowly to the hilt, till my balls were tight against his hole, and he began to tremble.
"Oh Zack, be kind and fuck me because I want you so much." He grabbed my cheeks and pulled me to him till our bellies were tight as our cocks, mine hot inside him, his hot between us. I fucked a little faster, my turn as master, and a feeling totally different than before. I suddenly realized that this union was a rite, a ritual of commitment to be repeated with tears in just this way for many years ahead. My sense of mastery disappeared. We would reach a slow fine climax together, we would kiss as we came, and the truth and simplicity of the moment, the sharing of cum like holy water, would seal us forever.
"Let's cum now, Tommy, feel my strokes and my love and kiss me as we cum." Our lips locked, our tongues embraced and we came together in slow spurts that seemed to last forever. Time did stop for us. I realized I'd been holding my breath, as if waiting to feel that this was the truth and the pledge I thought it would be, "It's real Tommy, it's true, we love and we're safe."
"I know, Zack, I know." I collapsed on his chest and we breathed in sync as his cock slid easily in the holy water between us and mine pulsed inside him like a benediction of reassurance. We would be together. We fell asleep that way.