5.Nipples red and inflamed, as if someone had tried to rip them off. Bruises on his hips, distinct finger shaped bruises that if examined might have revealed my finger prints. Yet no one seemed to notice and he didn�t seem like he was going to complain. He was sitting on a stool so that just his profile was visible. His eyes were focused on the other side of the room, I don�t think he looked at me at all. I didn�t mind, we would have all night. I�d told my mom that there was a campus thing that he�d invited me to and it would be good experience.
His profile was calm and collected, almost serene in its total denial of anything else existing. I found that I was able to concentrate and draw, maybe more because he didn�t try to seduce me while I was doing it. I tried to imbue the paper with some life, turning it into somewhat breathing version of his nudity, of his skin. The teacher gave me no praise, the other students were quiet, I felt somewhat excluded and estranged from my inspiration. If only he would give me a glance to show that he still thought that I was attractive? Maybe he was steeling himself for later and didn�t want to tempt himself. I had no idea. But I wondered if it had to do with what he had said the night before.
And all I felt for him was an all-consuming lust. A lust that could consume and destroy. A lust that wasn�t anything like love at all.
He was trying to reach the zipper on his skirt and cursing to himself underneath his breath. Then he finally caught hold of it and started to pull up, but it caught on the fabric. He stomped his foot and made a frustrated noise. It made a somewhat amusing picture, a tall man in a white mesh shirt with a skirt stuck halfway on halfway off. I slid in through the half open door and crept up behind him.
Took the fabric in my hands and slowly disentangled it from the metal or sort of plastic fingers that held it in a death grip. My fingers touched his bare skin and he shivered. �Wondered when you�d get here.� he whispered. I zipped him up and tucked his shirt in. He turned around and smiled weakly. �Wondered if you�d get here at all.�
�After last night, did you think I�d run off?� I joked. His eyes said that he wished that I had. �What�s wrong? Why don�t you want to do anything with me?�
He shook his head and sighed. �I don�t want you to do something that you�ll inevitably regret.� His face disappeared from view as he pulled a shirt over his head and then arranged it.
�Come on, you can tell me.� I said, pushing him slightly. He growled and turned away.
�If this isn�t going to last, I don�t want you to know, okay?�
�Fine then.�
He unlocked the door to his room and threw his jacket on the bed, then went to his closet. �I�m gonna take a shower, make yourself at home.� He grabbed a few things and then was gone again. I sighed and sat down. He�d be coming back soon, I hoped, and then we�d get down to the sex. In the meantime I snoop around a bit.
What looked like books for his classes sat in a bookshelf by the bed. I picked up a few and flipped through them idly. I still had no idea what he was majoring in. And maybe that was a good thing. But then again, maybe he actually had time to read for pleasure. I didn�t know.
His roommate looked nice enough in the pictures...but there were none of him and Jay. I guessed that they were only rooming together because one or the other of them were out enough to make midnight assignations a possibility. There was a girl that kept on creeping up in the pictures, but she wasn�t all that pretty to look at. My mind kept on lingering on the thought that it was all just a front to avoid suspicion. It had certainly happened before.
Jay�s computer hummed in the corner, and a mildly provocative screen saver of some effeminate rock stars flipped through every five seconds. I would have gone in further to see what I could find there, maybe he had a porno fixation. At the thought, my cock twitched. How long did a shower take? My hand slid down into my lap and I exhaled slowly to try and stave off any hardening until Jay came back.
The doorknob jostled and I turned around expectantly. He walked in slowly, his face devoid of makeup..his eyebrows nearly non-existent. His eyes narrowed as he saw me sitting in front of his computer, but he smiled a bit when I stood up and walked towards him. A robe that was sort of nice hung straight down, disguising whether or not he was naked under it. I longed to pull it open and see him fully. But he was digging around in a drawer and pulling out makeup. �You don�t need that, do you?� I asked, touching his arm gently. He looked at me and sighed.
�Do you want to get fucked? Because if you keep on like this, I�m gonna just kick you out and have fun with myself.�
I shut up immediately and settled for watching him carefully draw his eyebrows back on. My finger went along unbidden and traced his eye socket. He closed his eyes and grabbed my hand, then put it down on the table. Another warning glare before he resumed. It seemed like it took ages before everything was applied. And I knew that most of it probably was going to end up on me. The thought was sort of kinky. Sure, I liked makeup, I just never put on all that much. It seemed like he was going all out with it. After makeup it was hair...my eyes started to slide closed. He grabbed my cock playfully and smiled at me. �Don�t fall asleep just yet. I�m almost done.�
�Why exactly are you even bothering?� I whined, pulling at his robe. He jumped back, glaring at me playfully. His hands went to the robe and started to untie the knot. Green fell away to reveal black satin and delicate mesh. I gulped. Almost had an orgasm looking at him. He smirked. It was a nightgown, a beautiful flowing thing, with a solid lower part and the top was just mesh, with little black designs over the nipples. The contrast between his white skin and the fabric.. �W...wh...where did you get that?� I stammered.
�Bob...� he stopped and blushed, looking at the window. �Some place off the Internet.�
I stood up and walked over to him, grabbing one of his hands. �Come on...I want you to fuck me.� I purred. He turned and looked at me as if considering that for a moment, then I was on my back on the bed and he was straddling me. Chill as he pushed up my shirt gently, slipping his fingers over my ribs and then settling on my nipples. Then he replaced his fingers with his tongue, gently coating every inch of my chest with warmth. I moaned and let my body give itself over to him. Control didn�t seem nearly as important as making this last for hours.
Then his tongue went down further, towards my zipper. He unzipped it and then started to pull my jeans off while busy lapping around my bellybutton. I could barely breath, this was making me so fucking hard. Just wanted him in me right now. I should have known that he would tease. Cold hands slipped inside my boxers, skillfully avoiding my cock and only working to remove my clothing, not arouse me to any breaking point. I whimpered and he giggled.
Nudity enveloped me, well, except for my shirt. I pulled that off while he was busy getting the condoms and lube out of the drawer. Condoms? Plural? Oh yes... Closed my eyes.
Feather light pressure on the head of my cock, I gasped. Tongue rubbed against it, lapping up pre-cum. He licked against my shaft, trailing up the length and then smiling contentedly. I wanted to shove his face down there and force him to suck me for hours. But all he wanted to do was tease.
AH! Cock encased in warmth, bathed in saliva. Almost didn�t feel the somewhat warm lube around my entrance he was sucking so well. Realized that he was doing it precisely so I didn�t get all tense and make things worse for all concerned. Eventually he slowed and then stopped as his finger started to coax me further open and then delve deeper until... �FUCK!� I hissed. Why hadn�t I known sooner that there was a place inside where all the pleasures of the world were kept? He was breathing hard too, his hand was underneath the gown and presumably on his cock. Right now I didn�t care. Just needed more.
We must have been making a lot of noise, but nobody complained or banged on the walls. Maybe they were doing something similar themselves. The thought that everyone around us might be fucking was such a turn on.
Soon I was frantically pushing myself against his finger, then his two fingers, then what felt like his whole hand. I just wanted that ecstasy to last. He nibbled on my neck, his hot breath making me moan more. �You ready?� he whispered. I nodded. Every contact was gone. I whimpered and opened my eyes, seeing only vague blurry shapes above me.
Then I felt satin spill onto my stomach, then something else near my entrance, something harder and hot and then he gently eased himself in. I had to bite back a scream, it felt like hell, but at least there was lube. My pulse fluttered beneath his tongue, my whimpers and little screams got louder, he was all the way in now, it felt so fucking good, right on my prostate, I just wanted to die like this, with him in me.
As if it couldn�t have got any better, he started to thrust. My neck arched and I groaned his name, clasping my hands across his back, trying to push him in as deeply as possible even though I knew that he was already there. The pressure built, my cock was rubbing against something even softer than skin, my eyes were flickering closed, all I could hear was my labored breath, his whimpers.
A door opening, footsteps. Jay jerked back and out, jumping off the bed. I almost started to cry. What the fuck was going on? The lights were dim, I could just barely make out the other form.
�Jay...fuck! You know it�s only common courtesy to finish someone off.� the adolescent sounding voice from the alley said. A hand descended onto my cock and jerked a few times until I came, hissing Jay�s name and nearly delirious from the sensation. It splattered onto my chest and laid there, cooling off. The lights were turned up a bit. The new figure wiped my cum off his hand and sighed.
It was Bobby. He only paid attention to Jay though. �I thought we were saving that.� he said, gesturing at the nightgown. Jay only rubbed at his nipples, slinking closer to him, licking his lips.
�Play with us.� he whispered hoarsely, letting his hands trail down to his cock, which was sort of obvious in its hardness underneath the fabric. Bobby sighed and looked back at me.
�Who�s he?�
�Someone from one of my classes, he wants to play too. Don�t you Ryan?� Jay asked, his eyes full and pleading. Oh, this was too much, Jay and then someone else wanting to fuck me?
�I�ve got an econ test tomorrow...I really don�t think.� Jay was sucking on Bobby�s eyebrow rings and slipping his hands under his shirt, giggling as Bobby�s eyes fluttered closed. Soon Bobby just grabbed Jay�s face and started making out with him, harsh kisses that would result in bruised lips later on. Jay pulled away, smiling to himself.
Then he was on the bed again, wiggling his ass at Bobby and sticking his lower lip out. �Come and play.� he whined.