Bennington's Place

by Gabriel Garçonnière

  Claude put his huge tool between my ass cheeks and rubbed it back and forth, teasing me even more. I felt him spit onto it a few times and then he gently slid his pulsing rod inside me. I was quiet and relaxed as my muscles parted and let him in. When the thicker base of his meat pushed me to my limits I cried out almost in tears of joy. Claude fell onto my back and shushed me quietly in my ear. He massaged my shoulders and kissed my neck, allowing me to adjust to the size of his cock.

  When I started moving my waist to push his cock in and out of me, Claude gladly took that as a sign that I was ready. And I was. With his hands still on my shoulders, Claude rose up and pushed his cock deep within me with one long stroke. His momentum was instant as he pulled his cock almost completely out of me and pushed it deep inside again with one swift movement. A grunt escaped me as the head of his cock tapped my prostate again and again. He continued with these long slow strokes and quick pushes again and again, slowly picking up speed. Each time he forced his whole cock deep inside me, I moaned even louder.

  Claude managed to pull me closer to the edge of the bed so that he could stand up. My own feet were halfway hanging off the bed to support me as I was bent over. My shoulders and face were planted on the mattress and my ass was high in the air. Not once did Claude ever pull his cock completely out of me, giving me even a mere second to rest. He continued to pump me, driving his cock even deeper inside until he too began to moan, on the verge of a climax.

  Practically in sync with the cruise ship horn we could hear going off outside the window, Claude pulled out and shot a huge load down my back. He was still coming when he flipped me over on my back and began jacking me off. Using his come for lube, he rubbed our cocks together until I was ready to blow. The force of my own climax shot up my chest and across my face. Claude collapsed on top of me in exhaustion, smearing our sticky come between us.

  I took a shower with Claude and then returned to my room to rest and change clothes for a White Party that night in the ballroom. Upon opening the door to our cabin, I almost walked in on Ross standing on top of his bed completely nude and spilling his load all over some guy lying between his legs. I laughed into my hand at seeing Ross having trouble keeping his balance over the guy. He steadied himself with one hand on the ceiling but was still swaying back and forth.

  I quietly closed the door and just sat down in the hallway, leaning against the door and still laughing to myself. For some reason I started singing.

  “I’d like to know where you got the notion…to rock the boat….don’t rock the boat baby…”

  Dream Jock

  Through sleepy eyes I see the clock on my nightstand is stroking midnight, and there is a cock in my face. I blink and rub my eyes to attempt to clear this illusion that lingers in front of me from deep within my dreamy fantasies, but it won’t go away. Underneath the blanket, my own naked cock is already throbbing from a dream I was having of my dorm mate, Ross.

  It was a reoccurring dream I’ve had quite a bit of Ross and I sharing a steamy shower in the community bathroom down the hall. Perfect timing, or not-so-perfect depending on who you are, had allowed me to share the shower quadrant many times with another guy. Those times were never quite as hot as it was in my dreams though. It was unspoken college boy etiquette that you kept your cock toward the wall, you didn’t stare too long, and you avoided getting an erection as best you could. Although I had seen Ross semi-nude plenty of times in our room, I had not yet had the pleasure of seeing him standing beneath those shower nozzles outside my mind.

  This was our second semester sharing a room together. We lived in Hayden Hall, nick named “Gay Den” hall on campus mostly because of all the hot guys with perfectly sculpted hair and chiseled bodies who lived here. None of them were openly gay that I knew of, but plenty would turn gay after a few beers. I had sucked a few hot cocks who roomed on the second and third floors since I’d lived here. All it took was some constant

  eye contact and a few nods when you passed each other in the hall coming and going from class. Eventually, someone spoke up or they’d follow you back to your room hoping to get what their sorority girlfriends wouldn’t give them.

  I had already been here two semesters before Ross moved in. A mutual friend suggested me as a roommate when Ross was moving onto campus and needed a place. It was much easier to suck all the cock I wanted when I had a room to myself. There was always a place to go in case the guy had a roommate of his own and we couldn’t go back to his room. Some of my regular buddies gave up on me once they learned I no longer had a space to myself. A look of disappointment is all that I got out of them now when passing in the hall. No one ever told me I was a good cocksucker, but I knew I was since several always came back for more. And the look on their faces told me they missed having my hot mouth between their legs. I definitely missed going down on them too. That is, until Ross moved in.

  Ross was a very studious jock-type, a business major who always went to class on time. When he wasn’t in class, he was at the gym, the tennis court, or on the soccer field. Our mutual friend even introduced us over a game of tennis, which I suck at. Ross took great pleasure in winning, but he wasn’t a pompous jock who would continue to rub it in your face off the court. But it wasn’t his gamesmanship that made me agree to let him move in. It was his body!

  Ross looked a bit like a preppy jock. His brown hair was military buzzed with short cropped bangs right across the top of his forehead. He was nicely tanned and had a cute moustache that was more like peach fuzz from his lack of being able to grow facial hair. He had probably spent all four years of high school trying to grow what he had now. The lack of facial hair gave him a cute baby face look with his icy blue eyes that made me freeze every time he caught me looking at him. He knew he looked good though, and definitely didn’t seem to mind me looking at him.

  His arms and legs were covered with a nice blanket of fuzzy brown hair, and his body was the perfect broad hour glass figure with a tiny waist and huge shoulders. Half way through our tennis match, Ross peels his sweaty polo off. I had already been envisioning him without a shirt. The wet cotton fabric clinging to him left little to my imagination. We pause to take a break and like a scene out of an athletic shoe commercial, or out of a very teasing porno, Ross gulps half a bottle of water and then pours the rest over his head and down his chest. The droplets of water spill across his smooth skin like beads of rain on a sidewalk, falling down over his pecs and abs with only the grooves of muscle to guide them.

  His upper arms are a little defined, but still small. You can tell Ross spends more time on his torso and legs. He has colossal pecs with perfectly round dark nipples that are the size of half dollar coins. His six-pack abs are also flawlessly shaped. His chest is smooth, not a single blemish, except for a dark patch of hair right between his pecs and a bit of treasure trail beneath his navel no thicker than his moustache. I had no second thoughts about sharing a dorm room with him after seeing him shirtless.

  So, Ross moves in and I immediately began to wonder if I would ever get him into bed. We had opposite schedules, so I never got to catch him totally naked in the shower or before getting dressed in the morning. He was definitely not like the other typical guys I had hung out with from the dorm before. Ross was courteous and polite, and extremely neat. He never played his music too loud or stayed up late when I was trying to sleep. He often bought groceries for us and offered to help me with homework. He even offered to do my laundry once!

  Although I had never approached the subject, I don’t think Ross had a girlfriend. He never brought any friends back to the room, or at least not while I was there. I’d lie awake at night just watching him sleep and dreaming about being in his bed with him, but I was too chicken to say anything. By the time the next semester started, I had made up my mind that Ross had no interest in sex whatsoever. All he cared about was doing well in class, going to the gym, and practicing sports. Lucky for me, I was wrong.

  Hayden Hall was a year round dorm, which wa
s convenient for those of us who couldn’t always make it out of town during long holiday weekends because our families lived miles away. Rather than having to move out at the end of a semester or find friends to stay with off campus, we could stay right where we were. Ross and I both made plans to hang out together during Thanksgiving weekend because we would both be staying at the dorm. I was excited because I knew just about everyone else in the dorm would be leaving, so Ross and I would be completely alone. I secretly hoped this would give Ross room to open up and let go of any inhibitions. And I was right.

  We spent Thanksgiving night at a bar not far off campus. We shared a plate of finger foods, played pool, and had a few too many beers. I even bought us a few rounds of Tequila shots hoping it might pay off for me later that night. In the past when Ross and I would hang out with friends, he was always very cautious about his drinking habits. I guess he chose to loosen up tonight since it was a holiday and we were within walking distance of the dorm. The bar was dead, of course, so we decide to call it a night and stumble back to our room just after 10pm to hang out or find something else to do.

  Back at the room, I undress and decide to take a shower. Ross collapses on the bed to watch television; I bet he’s probably going to fall asleep. Wrapped in my towel, I walk down the hallway to the showers, leaving Ross behind. I hang my towel on the wall while the shower quadrant quickly fills up with steam from the hot water. I step in and stand beneath one of the nozzles with my eyes closed, letting the hot water shoot over me and down my back. I hear the shower curtain rings slide against the rod behind me, the sound of someone else getting in the shower too. I don’t even turn to see who it is, and the steam is so thick that I couldn’t see them anyway.

  “Hey, dude,” Ross says, “mind if I join ya?”

  “Oh, hey, I figured you fell asleep,” I said.

  My eyes open wide. I am shocked and elated that Ross is in the shower with me. I pray that he’ll step close enough or use the nozzle beside me just so I can catch a glimpse of his cock.

  “Nah, I’m too pumped up to sleep. You?”

  “Nah, I’m not sleepy at all.”

  “Man, I feel so good after being at the bar, and I’m so fucking horny. Tequila does that to me, ya know?”

  “Oh? Sorry, man. If I had only known,” I laugh, but I’m glad now I chose the Tequila shots.

  “It’s okay, man. I need to get laid though.”

  “Don’t we all?”

  I agree with him, anxious to see where he’s going to go with this sex talk. He goes silent for a few minutes, and just moans a bit at the hot water falling over his body or from enjoying his buzz. It’s as if he’s forgotten I’m even there. I turn to peek over my shoulder, but he’s facing the wall. I hazily get a glimpse of his plump round ass through the fog. I’m so tempted to reach over and give him a gentle slap on the butt, but I decide to wait.

  “So, do you know of anyone else still on campus tonight,” Ross finally asks.

  I find this question interesting because Ross knows that we live in the only year round dorm on campus. There isn’t one for girls that I know of, so there would be no one else around the campus for us to hang out with anyway. And, he didn’t actually mention “girls” at all.

  “Nope, dude, just us. Could be an exchange student or two from upstairs, but I think they might even be out partying late. So, I guess it’s just you and me tonight.”

  I worry that the situation might be getting a little awkward, and I don’t want to push it. Plus, just being in the shower with Ross like in my dreams has started to give me an erection. I would love to stay in the shower with him, but I decide to leave him with that thought of us having the whole building to ourselves. I step out, towel off, and hurry back to the room. I turn off the lights and get into my bed naked, obsessing over the thought of seeing his cock after he comes back to the room. Ross must have stayed in the shower for quite a while, because I dozed off to sleep while lying there in the dark waiting for him. That’s when I woke up to him standing over me.

  He has a look of uneasiness on his face from what I can see through the dark thanks to a street lamp shining in the window. It was as if he was afraid he would get caught, but also as if he definitely wanted me to catch him standing there. The light from the window illuminated the outline of his body, presenting a long slender cock just inches from my grasp. From what I could see, it looked like he kept his pubes nicely trimmed, and he had nice low hanging balls. I reach for them quickly before he has a chance to hesitate.

  His balls are huge, and the thought of Ross emptying his load across my chest gets me even more excited. I tug on his ball sack, pulling him closer to my face so that I can suck his beautiful cock. It reminds me of what I like to call a “pencil dick.” It’s long, thin, and very hard with a big mushroom head on the end like an eraser; Ross’ cock is so long it even has a bit of a curve to it. I fondle his balls a bit more as I admire his rod, licking my lips for the taste of it.

  “Do you want to suck it,” Ross whispers.

  “Hell yeah.”

  Wasting no more time, I lift the head of his cock to my mouth and wrap my lips around it. It’s so massive and definitely a mouth full. I slowly begin to engulf the rest of it, testing the waters to see just how much I can swallow. Once I reach the curve of his dick I feel the head tap the back of my throat. With no gag reflex though, my cock sucking talents come into play because I keep going until my nose touches his stomach. I start taking some deep long strokes, bobbing my head back and forth as I suck his gorgeous cock.

  Ross moans and puts his hands on the back of my head to force me down again and again, feeding it to me. I yank it out of my mouth to catch my breath, but Ross wastes no time at all. He collapses on top of me, pushing my blankets down to my ankles to reveal my own throbbing cock from under the sheets. With one gulp, he takes my entire cock into his mouth and begins to suck as hard as he can. Still taking a small break from sucking him, I roll his balls around in my mouth and tease them with my tongue. It drives Ross wild because he begins to suck me even harder. He eases his hands under me and grips my buttocks with his large hands, pushing me toward his mouth to fuck his face. I eventually take his own cock back into my mouth and begin sucking it some more.

  My jaws are so sore from sucking his huge dick, but Ross hasn’t once given me a hint that he might be tired of sucking me. It had been months since I had sucked any cock at all, so I definitely wasn’t ready to call it a night just yet. I decide to give his rod a rest and see just how far Ross might be willing to go. I lean up closer between his legs, propping myself up with a pillow. This gives me ample room to play with his balls and make my way up his crack to his sweet little asshole.

  I continue to tease his balls with my tongue and massage his taint with my fingers. I can tell this sends Ross into a fit of ecstasy because he begins to buckle his waist on top of me, pushing his ass closer and closer to my face, as if he was riding a horse. I slide my fingers up the slit of his ass working my fingers from both hands into his smooth crack until I find his tight pucker. I slowly knead it with my thumbs and can feel him flexing his ass muscles as a reaction to the pleasure.

  Soon, I began to test him by slowly pushing a finger inside his hole, fucking him gently with my finger. He lets up on my cock and leans up to straddle me, but he definitely doesn’t seem to want me to stop. Ross moans so loudly that I’m definitely glad no one else is left on the floor to hear him. I decide to go full force and push my finger all the way into him, rapidly finger fucking him. Ross begins to moan even louder and bounce up and down to get me to fuck him harder. Instead, I pull my finger out and spread his ass cheeks with my hands, exposing his hole to my face. I ram my tongue deep into him, eating his ass as he rides me.

  “Oh, dude, I want to get off. I want to get off,” he keeps saying.

  “Go for it man,” I mumble from behind him.

  Ross is so overcome with pleasure that he begins to jack himself off while I rim him. He sprays his wa
rm load all down my chest and even onto my cock. He uses his cum as lube to jack me off while my face is still buried into his backside just savoring this hot jock sitting on top of me. I stop just when I’m about to cum. The climax is almost unbearable. I flinch hard, spraying my load into the air and all over Ross.

  “Oh yeah, man, give me that load,” he says as he rubs my cum all over his chest with one hand while still stroking me with the other.

  There would be many more pleasurable nights to “cum” between Ross and me. We ended up in bed with each other at least two or three nights a week from then on. He always wanted me to rim him, and told me I was the only person that had ever done that to him. I was actually the first guy he had ever gone this far with, although he had always wanted to experiment in the past but never met anyone he felt comfortable approaching. I thought that was funny because I had wasted two semesters living with him now too afraid to approach him about anything. I guess a college guy’s dreams really do come true!

  VERY

  There is something quite thrilling you experience the first time a cock ever penetrates your ass hole, a sensation you never forget but will probably never experience exactly the same again. It’s not just the physical aspect, but the emotional aspect of losing your back door virginity. The throbbing pulse of your blood coursing through your body, your heart, your mind shields the lubed sting of a cock nosing its way inside you.

  You hold your breath and try to relax, and maybe for a moment you have second thoughts and want to call it off. But you’ve come this far. Your sphincter muscles begin to relax, swallowing up the rock hard rod of your paramour. Your gut aches both from pleasure and from pain. You mistake the glide of his thrusts for an embarrassing bowel movement, but then the head of his cock taps that one certain spot that sends you into a spasm. Your eyes roll into the back of their sockets, and the hunger for that ecstasy only fucking can bring is born.