I just have to tell you what happened yesterday when I had my day off. I was doing some laundry and the laundry room is at the bottom floor in the building where I live. It was 10 in the morning and I was just done and tryed to get all my things and open the door at the same time. Then the jordanian guy living on the same floor as I came and helped me to open up the door and offered to carry some of the stuff. I was very greatful for that and gave him 2 of the bags. He followed me to my door and followed me in and asked where to put the bags and i just told him to leave them in the hallway bec... Continue»
It had been a good workout, and I was sweaty, and looking forward to a hot
shower. I peeled off my clothes and threw them into my locker, and walked
naked to the shower room, my towel slung over my shoulder. Once there,
though, I had a rude shock. The hot water was broken. So I took a quick
cold rinse, and headed for the sauna.
Once inside, I leaned back and let the hot moisture carress my body. I had
chosen a seat directly opposite the only other person there: a blond k**
who couldn't have been more than eighteen years old. He had short hair,
and the taut streamlined body of a swimmer. He seemed full of nervous
energy, and his leg jiggled up and down, beneath the thin white towel
wrapped around his waist.
I couldn't help it. The sight of him there, looking so fresh and clean
made my dick lengthen against my leg. I was sitting on my towel, not
wearing it, so there was no way to hide. So I casually d****d my hand over
top of my ever-more insistant prick.
But it was too late to hide. I looked up to see him staring at my crotch.
His eyes met mine for a hunted instant, then he tore his gaze away. But
below, in the middle of his tightly stretched towel was a bump that hadn't
been there before.
As I witnessed the towel bulge, my dick snapped to full attention. Now
there was no hope of hiding it, as it jutted aggressively from my crotch.
In answer, the k**'s towel tented up even more, as if his swaddled snake
was trying to escape from under the cloth.
I carefully made eye contact, and winked, as I moved my hand down, and
carressed my iron hard rod. The k** swallowed hard, and then, without
warning, he bolted. Clutching the towel over his own raging errection he
scurried out the door and was gone.
Damn! I had been too aggressive! And yet it was clear that he had been
interested --his own body had told me that. Perhaps it was the wrong
choice, but I knew this was something I had to pursue.
Leaving the sauna area, I dressed quickly. I made it out the south
entrance, and circled the building just quickly enough to run into my new
friend emerging from the north. He was wearing a ball cap, a tee shirt,
and running shorts, just a bit too thin to conceal his still-apparent
"Excuse me!" I said. "Don't I know you?"
He looked up at me, and stepped back a bit, his face displaying barely
concealed panic. The energy ran between us like electricity, as he stood
poised between attraction and flight.
"I don't think so," he mumbled.
"Then can I talk to you?" I said. "Just for a minute?"
"Okay" he said, his voice rough with emotion. "But not here, all right?"
"Where?" I said.
"My room," he said. "My roommate has a class right now."
It was only a short walk, with me trailing behind, and never letting him
get too far ahead. As we entered the deserted dorm, he took a hunted look
around the hall, and pulled me inside. He slammed the door behind me and
"Look," he said. "I have to go to a class too, so I just thought I should
tell you. I'm not gay."
"I'm not gay either," I said.
Relief mixed with disappointment flooded his face. Then he flushed red.
"I'm sorry," he stammered. "I didn't mean..."
Relying on instinct, I took a step towards him, and grasped that still
bulging crotch. As my hand touched the cloth d****d flesh, he let out a
deep moan, and collapsed backwards, onto the edge of his bed.
"Ohhhh!" he said. "Don't do that!"
I gave him another little tug, and then stepped back.
"Whatever you say," I said.
He looked up at me. He was out of breath, and his eyes seemed a bit glazed
over. Without saying a word, he grabbed my hand and put it back on his
dick. I let him grind into my palm for a minute, and then pulled away.
"Uh..." he said. "Can I... see it again?"
"Go ahead," I said. He reached out a hand tentatively, then jerked it
back. The length of my rod was making a clear outline through the blue
denim of my jeans. Gathering his courage, he fumbled my button open, and
pulled down my fly. My dick flew out with f***e, flicking a drop of precum
at his face.
I shucked my pants & shirt, reveling in my arrogant nakedness.
"Now you," I ordered, tugging at his shirt and shorts. He pulled them off,
and sat before me, timid and trembling.
"Stand up," I said. "I want to see you." I made him stand on his bed, and
turn around, so that I could see it all. His taut young butt was a shade
paler than the rest of him, and seeing it, my dick cranked up another
Completing his turn, he stepped off the bed, and reached shyly for my rod.
As I felt his hot breath on my chest, I was overcome by a moment of lust.
Grabbing his thin body I f***ed my mouth against his.
Normally I don't like to kiss boys, but this was different. His mouth was
cool and dry, with the half-sweet half-acrid taste of late adolescence.
His body felt like a girl's as I pulled his body into mine, and let my hand
roam down to his ass.
When we finally broke the kiss, he stood there looking as though he didn't
know whether to laugh or to cry.
"So what do you want to do now?" I said. He mumbled something.
"What?" I said.
"I said `Do whatever you want to.'" he said.
"Like what?" I taunted him. He shrugged, affecting a tough-guy cool at
odds with his shivering body.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" I said. "Do you want me to ram my dick up
He hung his head low, and I saw the most barely perceptible nod.
"What?" I asked.
"Yes dammit!" he yelled. "I want you to fuck me!"
"Good," I said, shoving him back onto his bed. "Lube this up good for me."
He didn't know what I meant at first, but with my rod poking at his lips,
it wasn't hard to guess. He parted his lips tentatively, and I rammed
home, deftly pulling out again just before he choked.
"That should be good," I said. "Now lay back and relax"
He lay back on his back, hands clenched into fist at his sides, and let me
lift his legs up and d**** them over my shoulders. Then I began to work my
way inside his spasmic asshole.
It was slow going, but I was determined to be gentle... to not hurt him. I
was about two thirds of the way in, when I heard him mutter something.
"What?" I said.
"I can't believe I'm letting myself get fucked by a nigger!" he said.
I couldn't believe it. This white boy, with my dick halfway up his ass,
had the nerve to call me a nigger? Fuck being gentle! I was going to
pound the shit out of the asshole.
Grabbing his ass, I impaled him all the way on my sword.
"Ow! Shit that hurts! Nigger!" he said. I withdrew and thrust in again,
murdering his prostate. Every time I would push in, he would yell nigger,
which just made me fuck him harder and deeper until at last I sprayed a
load of cum deep inside his flailing body, just as his own dick errupted,
as though my spunk had passed entirely through his body. I moaned, and he
let out a yell so loud it must have been heard all over the dorm. After
that I must have passed out for a minute, because the next thing I knew he
was shaking me.
"You got to get out!" he hissed. "My roommate will be back any minute."
"Yeah," I said. "You don't want him to find you in bed with a nigger."
"Man, you know I didn't mean that," he said.
"Yeah?" I asked. "Why'd you say it then."
"I wanted to get you riled up!" he said. "It worked, didn't it?"
He gave me such a crosseyed grin that I just had to grab him and fuck him
again. I wasn't quite finished when his roommate walked in, but you know?
I think it turned out better that way