Start of Season - 9

Start of Season - 91

We stumbled into the darkened dorm room to find Mark sprawled out face-down on his bed, his head at the foot, his feet at the head, and snoring lightly.  He hadn’t quite been able to get the covers completely over himself, and they only covered one leg.  He also hadn’t quite been able to get undressed completely and was still wearing his shirt.  2

And his socks.  3

But that was it.4

“And this is what I have to put up with from Mark as a roommate,” Todd sniggered.  He stepped silently over to Mark’s bed and attempted to tug the top sheet over Mark’s bare ass, but the covers were firmly caught under the drunken weight of the jock’s body.  Light from the room’s large window seeped through the blinds and cast long, thin strips of white across the mounds of Mark’s smooth flesh, and I was suddenly kind of glad that Todd couldn’t cover it.5

~Right brain reporting for duty!  Left side’s down for the count, or we’d probably already have that hot little Latin ass covered by now, but I’m still awake!~6

Oh.  Goodie.7

~Was that sarcasm?  Do I care?  Huh--no, I don’t.  Wow!  What an ass!~8

“Uh, I’ve got to, um, hit the restroom.”9

“Sure,” whispered Todd, abandoning Mark’s prone body.10

“Is. . .everything gonna be ok with me being here?” I asked hesitantly.  Todd glanced back at Mark.  “Oh, yeah, he’ll be fine,” Todd nodded.  And I slipped into the bathroom.11

Staring into the mirror, I shook my head: I really should have gone back to my own dorm; it was only, like, a hundred yards away or something, and this was only our first date, and I was still a little drunk, and there was a naked man lying in another bed just a few feet away.12

~See, I’m not exactly sure what the question is here. . .~13

I heard a knock on the dorm’s door, and muffled voices, then a light tap on the bathroom door, and Todd poked his head in.  He’d stripped down to his underwear.14

~But whatever it is, there’s your answer!~15

Who says the right side of the brain can’t be logical sometimes?16

“Hey, I have to step down the hall for a sec, alright?” Todd smiled at me, and then retreated out the door.17

I wonder where he’s going at this time of night?  And who knocked on the door?18

~It has to do with sex!~19

Well that’s kinda ridiculous.20

~He’s a guy; it has to do with sex!~21

Now what makes you--22

~You’re a guy: would you go out there if it didn’t?~23

Damn!  There’s that logic again.24

I flicked off the light and crept out of the bathroom, pausing at the dorm room door, which hadn’t completely closed.  I edged the heavy door open enough to get a view of the long hallway, and down at the far end I saw Todd talking to. . .the blonde girl from the party!25

What the fuh?26

~Oooo!  Oh!  Uh, well. . .erm. . . heh. . . Yikes ~27

They seemed to be having an argument, both of them with the same angry face, the girl pointing, Todd shaking his head.28

~Lover’s quarrel?~29

Shut up!30

~Shutting up~31

Watching them bicker for another few seconds, the heat rising in my face, making my head spin even faster than the alcohol was, I carefully closed the door with a soft click, and fell back onto Todd’s bed.32

What the hell was going on?33

~Well, obviously-- ~34

(Not you!)35

Images flashed through my head, all manner of ideas popping in and out, some of them making more sense than others, but almost all of them. . .36

Hey! What did I tell you!37

~Huh?  What?  What are you talking about?  I’m not doing anything; I’m just sitting here reading a few pornos!  Talk to your subconscious!~38

Sorry.  I just thought. . .39

~Gees!  Anything sexual and immediately it’s all the right brain’s fault!  Oh, wait . . .~40

Minutes crawled by, and then, like, hours, and Todd still hadn’t returned, and I found myself almost dozing, leaning back against the wall beside the bed, Mark’s nearly-naked form floating hazily before me.  His body was glowing in the light from the window, like it was covered with a fine sheen of moisture, and only a few feet away.  Just waiting to be touched. . .41

~That’s right!  Hot naked ass: fetch!~42

Yeah, like that’s gonna--43

--how the hell did I get over here?!?!44

I was kneeling on the floor beside Mark’s bed, his smooth, glowing ass just inches from my fingers, and I was completely naked.45

~Gay boy’s Pavlovian response.  Wanna see me make you instantly hard?~46

No.47

~Too late!~48

“So, are you just gonna sit there?”49

Horrified, I covered the evidence of my arousal, leapt to my feet, and snapped my head around the empty room, finally staring down at Mark, who was still snoring.50

What the hell was that?51

~Guess what else I can do. . .~52

Oh, this can’t be good.53

~It’ll be better than good!~54

The room reeling, I tried to relax a bit, my heart still thumping in my ears, and looked down at Mark’s smooth, mostly-naked body: he was stirring on the bed, his lean torso slowly turning to expose dark nipples, thick pecs, a tight, furry abdomen, and below that--55

~Oh YEAH!  I wonder if Freshmen magazine accepts reader’s stories, ‘cause this one’s goin’ in, baby!~56

Well, that’s a new one: a grower AND a shower!57

I was on my knees beside his bed again, still fully hard, the room drifting around me, and Mark’s naked body attracting me like a magnet.  Every muscle in his body was taut, everything clenched, everything straining inwardly, accentuating his mid-section.  It was as though, even in his sleep, everything in him was focused on his cock.58

But, then, that monster could affect planetary drift.  It was a narcissist’s dream come true.59

As I knelt there in heady anticipation, his engorged member twitched and stood up, reaching past the small divot of his bellybutton.  Improbably, even though he couldn’t possibly have enough blood in his entire body to raise it to its potential heights, he was fully, rigidly, vein-poppingly erect.  A dark sheath just covered the smooth head, which glistened in the light from the window, and large, roping veins climbed the impossibly long shaft.60

~Say AH!~61

Subliminal suggestion doesn’t just work like th-- mfpht!!!62

My head spun, my jaws ached, my throat opened, and Mark’s cock passed my lips, the foreskin peeling back to expose the sensitive tip as it slid snugly down my throat.  It wasn’t so thick that I couldn’t swallow it, and I felt it actually slide all the way down, my nose suddenly buried in his dark, musky pubic hair.  Mark gave a grunt and a moan, his body moving languidly on the bed, and I paused in my muzzy blowjob, his cock still half in my mouth.  With another small moan, he thrust his hips drowsily forward, as though wanting more, and my mouth opened to accommodate.  We floated there, over the bed, Mark lazily pumping into me, his ass clenching tightly with each thrust, his hands on the back of my head, his endlessly long organ slipping continually down my throat, his moans growing in intoxication, every muscle on his athletic body swelling, increasing in the light from the window, until, with a great orgasmic roar, he plunged, bodily, into me, his massive dick bursting, filling me to overflow, his juices oozing out around him and over my naked body like molten lead, the weight pulling me away before I could finish myself off, leaving me wanting more, dragging me down into63

“Wha?!?  Oh, crap!”64

Sunlight assaulted me, working its way around my cringing eyelids, and began clubbing my eyeballs to death, while my swollen brain desperately tried to ram its way out of my skull to find a nice bucket of ice water to soak in.65

“Here, eat this,” came a thick voice from the fog.66

I cracked my eyes open to find a peppermint in front of me.  “For my headache?” I rasped, popping it into my mouth.67

“No,” Todd chuckled, “for your morning breathe.”68

My mind lolled as I crunched into the candy, and then my head exploded.69

“Ohhhhh. . .crap.”70

I heard Todd chuckle again, and then, mercifully, the light dimmed.  “I should have done this last night,” he said, “but we were both a little out of it.”71

“Oh!  Crap!”72

Oh, good lord!  What. . . the hell. . . happened. . . last night!?!  Hey!  HEY!73

~I’m sorry, but the number you have dialed is temporarily out of service.  Please hang up and don’t bother trying again.  If you feel you’ve reached this recording in error, you’re still shit out of luck~74

I forced my eyes open.75

Todd was standing at the window between the two beds, pulling the curtains over the blinds.  Mark was still sprawled across his own bed, but was now wrapped tightly in his top sheet, his head beneath the covers, his feet up under his pillow.  And I was lying under the covers of Todd’s bed, fully clothed except for shoes and socks, which were lost in the corner.76

And speaking of lost. . .77

“What happened last night?”78

-To Be Continued79