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In Twimbly Hall the dorm rooms were basic. Small, rectangular boxes with dove gray cinderblock walls, trimmed in dark, prison-gray steel. The thick steel doors, forever cold to the touch, so heavy you had to lean in with your shoulder to push them open. If you stood in the doorway and looked straight ahead there was one long, thin window dead center on the far wall with a steel crank at bottom; turned clockwise the window would open out. No cross ventilation; the clammy smell of young, college men forever concealed in the frayed edges of stained mattresses. ...
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Payne hadn't expected The Plaza Hotel, but he hadn't expected the room to be quite that awful. It was clearly divided into two parts, by a dark-green, built-in Formica nightstand that separated a couple of twin beds---one side of each bed pasted to a cinderblock wall. The right side of the room mirrored the left with more dark-green, Formica built-ins: identical thin closets, dressers with four drawers and desks with black, Danish modern chairs that had been covered in brown Naugahyde.
It was obvious that his new roommate had already arrived and claimed the left side of the room. Mismatched, vinyl luggage in pale blue and mustard gold had been tossed upon one twin bed, and the most ridiculous, dented footlocker, in emerald green with black trim, had been placed at the foot. The lid was wide open, freely exposing piles of white socks, white boxer shorts and several baseball caps in dark shades. A hefty, white, athletic cup, with off-white straps and a thick waistband rested on the brown tweed industrial carpet next to the footlocker.
It had been a long drive up from New York, and Payne was desperate to use the bathroom. And thankfully these dorm rooms had their own. Beside the closet, on the left side of the room, was an open doorway (no actual door) leading to a small, square bathroom that had been completely tiled in white from floor to ceiling. Stark and cold and antiseptic, with a white toilet, a plain white sink and an open shower area. No privacy whatsoever, but at least you didn't have to share a common bathroom with fifty other people like most other college dorms.
While washing his hands Payne heard the steel door open with a clank, and someone entered the room. No doubt the new roommate; though he was prepared. On the drive up he'd envisioned the worst: a chubby, math-geek, who scuffed donkey-sized feet while walking; or a prim and proper Mormon type with family values and a blond cheerleader girlfriend; or the nightmare frat guy in polo shirts and chinos who lived only for spring break and pussy.
But when Payne walked from the bathroom back to the main room, quickly shaking water from his hands, he discovered the roommate was not at all as he'd expected. Tall and dark and athletic, an agile young man standing before the unpacked luggage on the left twin bed. Poor guy seemed overwhelmed, large hands resting on slim hips, as though he didn't know where to begin. When the young man realized he wasn't alone he quickly turned toward Payne and smiled.
“Hey, buddy,” he announced, extending the palm of his great right hand, “I'm Angus.”
Payne smiled, slightly taken aback by his new roommate's handsome, angular face. “I'm Payne. Nice to meet you.” Payne reached for the long, thick fingers.
“Hope you don't mind that I picked the left bed here,” said Angus, his Texas accent, heavy and bold, “But doesn't really matter much to me. If you want it, go ahead and take it.”
His expression was animated, as though everything happening to him that day was a rare adventure. Flitters of light popped from large brown eyes, an odd expression of curiosity and elation across his face, as though he wasn't totally sure about his new roommate yet. And it occurred to Payne that Angus was the best looking guy he'd ever met in his life. Everything about him was perfect. Six feet tall---wide chunks of medium length, dark brown hair; straight and thick and shiny, parted on the right, bouncing and moving with each gesture. Strong broad shoulders, a narrow waist and strong legs that were slightly bowed. He wore a simple white tee-shirt, low-rise jeans with a wide black belt and heavy, black leather boots. Not cowboy boots. These were chunky, like work boots.
“No, it's fine,” said Payne, wishing he could suggest they rip the nightstand from the wall and shove the two twin beds together, “Doesn't matter to me either.”
As they unpacked their things, emptying suitcases and bags of belongings, Angus talked non-stop (he barely came up for air) while Payne listened, adding a comment every now and then. Angus was a football scholarship student, his first time away from home, the eldest of four boys, from a large, remote cattle ranch in southern Texas; his mother a school teacher and father a real live cowboy. Every word he spoke was filled with excitement and anticipation, his expression non-stop delight. While Payne listened, as Angus haphazardly tried to make the bed with his “brand new, sage green, Martha Stewart, bed-in-a-bag, from The K-Mart,” he was also trying to figure out if Angus could be seduced. While the strapping young Texan described several registration nightmares he'd experienced that morning, Payne silently undressed his football player roommate, exposing strong, hairy legs, large, athletic feet and a fantasy dick so long and wide and firm it could crack walnuts.
“Look at me talking so much, I'm sorry,” Angus said, painfully shoving a thin pillow into a sage case, “Where are you from, Payne?”
But Payne, now sitting on the edge of his bed refolding jeans, was still lost in a fantasy where the strong, wide palm of Angus' right hand was sliding up Payne's downy, malleable ass.
“Hello?” Angus innocently joked, “Anyone there?”
“Ah….I'm sorry,” Payne said, shaking his blond head, snapping back to reality, “What's that?”
“Where you from?” Angus asked, kicking the footlocker away from the bed so he could fold down the corners of the top sheet.
“New York,” said Payne, knowing he'd eventually go inside that footlocker to sniff Angus' boxer shorts, “The east side.”
“Well, boy howdy,” Angus shouted, taking a break so that he could use the bathroom, “I got a real, live, New Yorker for a roommate. I've never been there.”
“It's a great place,” said Payne, “I'll take you there sometime this semester if you want.”
“That'd be really cool, man,” said Angus, as he unzipped his jeans.
In a moment Payne began to hear the heavy stream of Angus' urine slam into the toilet water. He wanted to strip down, stretch out face down on the bed and arch his pretty back so that his soft ass could be pounded by this hot, football player, country boy. But he decided to get up and straighten out Angus' bed instead. The poor boy had tried, but the sheets were all wrong and the top end of the bed cover was at the foot of the bed.
“I figured I'd help you out,” Payne said, when Angus came out, “You don't want to sleep with sheets like this, they will come off in the middle of the night.”
“You can help me out all you want,” Angus said, smiling and shrugging his large shoulders, “To be honest, that's the first time I ever did that. My mom always made my bed at home.”
Payne thought, too adorable…a little puppy dog.
“Well, you're a big boy now,” said Payne, bent over the bed, turning his head to face Angus, “You have to learn sooner or later.” Actually, if the truth had been known, Payne had a live-in maid who always made his bed at home. But you don't have to write books to work in a library.
“But now I got you, buddy,” Angus said, smiling as he made his way toward the closet. And then, not thinking twice, he began to strip down while Payne worked on fixing the bed correctly. Kicked off the boots, yanked off the jeans and pulled the tee-shirt over his head until he was casually standing there in nothing but white boxer shorts. As Payne had envisioned, Angus' legs were strong and solid, covered with a fleece of dark brown hair. Quickly and unconsciously, Angus then tugged his crotch---adjusting things as a large penis bounced and plopped. Payne's expression was stoic, only catching glimpses of the scene from the corner of his eye, trying hard to remain composed as though half naked man meant nothing.
Angus pulled a fresh pair of jeans and a black tee-shirt from the closet, quickly dressed and then stepped back into the black boots.
“I've gotta go check in with the coach,” he told Payne, “And then take a long walk about the city and stare up at all the tall buildings like all the other country bumpkins do. I'll see ya'later….and thanks for helping out with the bed.”
That night it turned cold, with a strong, crisp breeze blowing against the dorm window, and by the time Angus returned to the room, sometime after nine, Payne had emptied his SUV and set everything up as though he'd been living there his entire life.
A brand new microwave, a small refrigerator, a flat screen TV with DVD player, all the hair products he'd need for a year, thick cotton towels in black and white…the things he needed to suffer through living in that cinderblock box. Angus, who only had bags of clothing, was both delighted and relieved. Delighted because he had a roommate with such nice things and relieved because Payne didn't mind doing these homemaking things. He found it amazing that in only a few short hours Payne could make the cheesy little room look as though they been living there for years. ...
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“Mind if I just kick back and watch some TV with you?” Angus asked, as he began to strip down to his boxers. He seemed so comfortable, yet it was all so strange.
“You don't have to ask that,” Payne said, “We are sharing this room, and you do whatever you want…use the TV, the refrigerator---anything. I'll be honest, I sometimes have a control thing, where I take over and don't realize I'm doing it. I don't want to piss you off, and I want you to know up front that I don't mean to be rude. Just can't help myself.”
“Hey, buddy,” Angus said, smiling, as he stretched out flatly, hands behind his head and the backs of his hairy legs resting on the bed, “I've already go you figured out. You're that type-A personality…good-looking, city boy; perfect short blond hair never out of place, work out at an expensive gym all the time. But, you're a decent guy. Not bad on the eyes either.”
It was painfully true. If ever there had been a stereo-type of a young, male metro-sexual, it was Payne.
“So you've got me figured out?” Payne asked, wondering if the comment were actually a flirt.
“Oh, you're quiet and all, but I can see through you alright,” Angus said, inadvertently scratching his hairy crotch, “All you have to do is bat those blue eyes and you get whatever you want. But that's okay…actually it's kinda cute.”
“This is too deep for me. I'm going to take a shower,” Payne said, not knowing how to respond to Angus' comment, still not sure if Angus had been flirting. Though Payne had been immediately attracted to Angus, he never in his wildest dreams assumed that Angus would feel the same way. He was so rough and straight-acting and all-American man. The country boy from the Bible belt.
As Payne showered, hot water hitting his hairless body, he generously lathered two fingers and shoved them into his ass to make sure it was completely clean. He decided he'd try to seduce Angus that very night. Take that big old Texas bull by the horns, so to speak. He was hot for this guy like he'd never been hot for anyone, and he just couldn't stand the thought of living with Angus for such a long time and being constantly frustrated. If Angus didn't respond it was still soon enough to find new roommates without anyone getting emotionally frustrated. If it had been any other guy, Payne wouldn't have cared. But he knew in his horny little heart that living with Angus, and not getting into his pants, would drive him insane.
Payne slowly wiped beads of water from his body, noticing that his chest muscles were still popping from an early morning work out. Though he worked out, and jogged regularly, he was by no means bulging with muscle. But for some reason, his chest muscles always responded to bench presses and dips and flies very well. So he focused on that muscle group the most, forcing his pectorals to pop and round like halved grapefruits.
When he was dry, and his damp blond hair was brushed back, he took a deep breath and slowly walked back into the darkened room completely naked. Not such a bold move for most guys, but for Payne, with smooth, soft skin, an ass that bubbled like two round melons, and a naturally thin waist it was always seductive. Though his dick was on the large side, and all man, his body was hourglass shaped, with attractive nooks and curves; so shapely and decadent men and women alike couldn't resist a dirty thought or two. At beaches in the summertime he loved to prance around in a string bikini for married guys.
“I hope you don't mind,” Payne said bluntly, as he walked toward the bed, turning his back to Angus, “I sleep nude.”
Angus laughed, scratching his crotch again, staring at the plush rounds of Payne's ass, “You might get a little cold tonight.”
“Don't worry about me. I'll be okay once I'm under the covers,” Payne said, stretching his arms to the ceiling, arching his back and spreading his legs, showing off his perfect ass as blatantly as possible. He couldn't turn and face Angus now if he wanted to; his dick was slowly growing and there was no way to stop it. And, exposing a full erection on the first night was simply too outrageous for Payne. He needed to innocently seduce Angus, but also needed to have Angus make the first move.
Angus laughed again, “Hey, is that a pimple on our ass?”
“What?” said Payne, now mortified. His ass was smooth and round and perfect. There were no pimples there! He'd never had a pimple on his perfect ass.
Angus slowly rose from his bed, stood behind Payne and placed both palms flat on Payne's ass cheeks, slowly and gently, rubbing and prodding, as though searching for a pimple. His hands, though rough with calluses, seemed to have a set rhythm.
“You know what?” Angus said in a deep, low stage whisper, “I think I was wrong. There's no pimple on that sweet ass. It's as smooth and round as glass.”
Payne, though still slightly shocked this was happening, slowly turned, as Angus' hands remained firmly pressed to ass, and held his own palms against Angus' strong chest. “You never know,” Payne said, “If you keep feeling my ass up like that you might find a pimple.”
“I can't help myself,” Angus replied, “that ass is begging for a guy to feel it up.”
Facing Angus, head now pressed against the white tee-shirt, Payne slowly lowered his right arm. He then reached between Angus' legs and grabbed the huge erection that was now sticking out from white boxer shorts.
“Damn that feels good,” Angus moaned. He then pressed his mouth to Payne's and started kissing. Deep, wet, tongue-sucking while Payne gently rubbed and jerked the strong dick with a touch so light and smooth Angus nearly lost his breath.
“You sure do have a gentle touch,” Angus said, his hands now spreading Payne's ass cheeks, the middle finger of his right hand searching for the hole. “Is this okay?” he asked, slowly inserting the fingertip.”
“Whatever you want,” Payne said, relaxing his sphincter muscle, accepting the rough, football player finger completely.
A moment later, Angus slowly removed his finger, and then began to remove his underwear so that he would be completely naked, too. But as Angus lowered the boxers, Payne stopped him and slowly went down to his knees. Payne then carefully placed the huge, hard dick back into the boxer shorts and slowly slid them down Angus' legs, gently pulling them off Angus' large feet. He then began to lick, beginning at the ankle and up, every inch of Angus' hairy legs. He stopped for a moment when he reached Angus' bull-sized ball-sack, and then slowly inhaled both balls at the same time and rolled them around inside his wet mouth. Angus hadn't showered yet; they smelled damp and salty, tasted like watered down vinegar. Slurping and sucking while Angus softly moaned with pleasure, Payne was determined to worship and adore and conquer every last inch of Angus' football player body.
With innocent blue eyes, Payne gazed up at his lover, and then wrapped his wet lips around the large, mushroom head cock, slowly and calmly taking the entire shaft to the far reaches of his throat. His hands were leisurely rubbing Angus' thighs as he sucked with his tongue and lips, expertly jerking the guy off with just his mouth.
When Angus looked down, and his brown eyes met Payne's blue eyes, it was almost more than he could stand. This hot, young, blond sweetheart, sucking him off and only wanting to pleasure his big dirty, country-boy cock. “Let's get on in that bed.”
“Whatever you want,” Payne responded, removing the large cock from his mouth, quickly licking the very tip.
“I want you flat on your stomach, little baby,” Angus said, as he helped Payne onto the white duvet cover.
Payne stretched out, flat on his stomach and spread his legs as Angus mounted the smoothest, sweetest ass he'd ever seen. He placed his large dick against the crack and then rested most of his body weight on Payne's back. Payne turned his head to the left, moaned, and Angus asked, “I'm not too heavy for you, am I?”
“Oh, no,” Payne moaned, “You're just fine. You're so big and strong and handsome.”
“Can I put it inside?” Angus asked, almost begging for Payne's ass.
Payne then lifted his arm and reached toward the dark green nightstand. He quickly opened the thin top drawer, above the nook for books and magazines, and pulled out a large jar of Vaseline.
“You don't have to ask,” Payne said, passing the lube to Angus, “Do whatever you want…whatever is going to please you the most. Just try to be gentle, you're so large and strong. I've never been with a guy that had such a big one.”
Payne had seen and had plenty of extra large dick, but like any good, submissive, bottom boy, Payne knew instinctively that Angus needed to be the man-in-charge. His ego needed to be stroked and fucked just as much as Payne's ass needed it. Of course Angus didn't realize it, but he could have rammed his cock right up Payne's ass without any lube and Payne would have begged for more. Could have pounded him, pulled his hair and slapped his ass until it was raw and red, and Payne wouldn't have complained.
Angus rose to his knees and lathered his cock with lube. Then, with two fingers reached between Payne's legs and began to lube the small, pink hole. It seemed so delicate and harmless, and he couldn't wait to ram his big hungry dick inside. A guilty feeling; he wanted to do such dirty things to such a sweet, tender ass.
“I'm going inside, little baby,” Angus said, guiding it with his right hand, kindly poking the head against the pink spot.
Payne moaned, vaulted his back and spread his legs even wider, one almost hanging off the narrow twin bed.
Angus went deep, all the way in, with one swift bang. “Ah gawd, little baby, it's like velvet down there. You got a velvet lined hole…better than any pussy I ever had.”
He slowly began to pound, moaning with ecstasy as he pulled his dick in and out of the pink, velvet hole. Payne, now blind with pre-orgasmic pleasure, lifted his calves, bending them at the knee, and arched his feet as though wearing invisible high heels. The pounding grew more intense, with bottomless bangs and thrusts, giant balls now banging hard against Payne's soft ass cheeks. And each time Angus pulled out, and then shoved it in again, the head of the large cock hit Payne's pleasure spot…the place he had inside that could cause him to climax without touching himself. He'd never experienced this with another guy before, but he often fucked himself with a large dildo the very same way, reaching orgasm without ever touching his cock.
“Little baby,” Angus moaned, drops of sweat from his temples now falling against Payne's face, “the tail pipe's gonna blow soon.”
“Go buddy,” Payne moaned, “go real deep.”
Angus began to fuck hard and steady, his hairy legs now rubbing against the pristine duvet cover.
“Here it comes, little baby,” Angus moaned, “tail pipe's gonna explode….ah….fuck….ahhhhh!!!!”
With that, Angus planted a full load of seed, his dick as far inside the velvet hole as he could ram it. So thick and strong Payne actually felt the spurts; triggering his own release. An orgasm that came from deep in his body and caused a full load of juice to spew all over the brand new duvet cover.
A moment later, as Angus rested his exhausted young body on top of Payne's, cock still buried deeply within, he said, “Just so you know, little baby, I'm safe…actually this is the first time I ever fucked a guy. I only fucked my girlfriend back home. So you don't have to worry about me and AIDS.”
“Me either,” Payne replied, sighing with pleasure, squeezing his sphincter again so the cock wouldn't pop out right away. He liked to hold on to dick as long as possible. “I've always used a condom, and I've been tested. I'm disease free.”
“You've sure got one sweet hole there,” Angus said.
“Better than pussy?” Payne asked, joking, but actually wondering if Angus were gay, straight or bi-sexual. He decided it was too soon to ask such serious questions. Just enjoy the moment, and the big football player cock still buried in his ass. If they both wound up as good fuck buddies that semester he'd be happy.
“Little baby,” Angus said, “I wanted to nail you the minute I saw you today.”
“Really?” Payne replied, taken aback.
“And when you started prancing around here naked, waving that sweet ass, I couldn't help myself. I'm a real ass pirate. I'm just sorry about one thing.”
“What's that?” Payne asked.
“That you didn't get off too,” Angus said, now making slow fucking motions again. “I feel like the typical, selfish stud who only wants to get off.”
“I did get off,” Payne insisted, enjoying the slow fucking motions. He felt naughty and bad…like a dirty little slut boy.
“Really? Without touching yourself?”
“Angus,” Payne said, “You are very good, and you really knew what to do to get me off that way. It doesn't happen all the time, but with you it was perfect. I'm not a fucking woman and I don't need loads of complicated foreplay. You were spectacular and there's no need to feel guilty.”
“Sorry we messed up your clean sheets,” Angus said, reaching back to feel the smooth skin on Payne's ass.
“Fuck the sheets,” Payne replied, squeezing the cock harder.
“No, little baby, I wanna fuck you again!” ...
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