Grab Ass Gone Good

From: Wardsafe@aol.com

As a first year college student I guess I was a bit naive
about most everything. Being from a small town in Middle
America I felt confident but puzzled by most of my
surroundings at the big private school that I had picked to
provide my higher education. At eighteen, like most that
age, I had plans that included the rest of my future
including retirement.

Coming from a small town with little sophistication I
perhaps relied on people to be honest, kind and considerate.
Boy did I have a lot to learn.

Oh, I guess I have to cover the physical stuff here. I’m
what you might call average in most respects. Five nine, 145
pounds, dark hair which having been a competitive swimmer in
high school I keep trimmed and shaven. Since I hate the term
“swimmers build” lets just say that I’m very trim and
smooth. I guess I should mention that my equipment is
perhaps a little shy of average at five inches. The good
news is that it is smooth, cut and straight. One other thing
that I should mention is that I’m pretty much a virgin,
having only fooled around with a few girls and at best
getting a feel of a bare tit here and there.

Arriving at school a few days early, I check in with the
admin office and get my room assignment. On arrival with all
my “junk” I find that my roommate has already arrived and is
settled in, of course picking the best bunk near the window.
I take the other bunk and begin to unpack putting my things
in the closet and cabinets provided. After getting squared
away I lay down to relax and watch the small TV that I had
brought. After the flight and a long day I quickly fell
asleep and only came to as my roommate returned.

I introduced myself as Troy and he did likewise as Tom. He
seemed nice and we quickly were engaged in great
conversation about our past. It seems he was also a high
school swimmer and we seemed to hit it off very well. While
neither of us had any intention of swimming in college, we
still enjoyed the idea of swimming to stay in shape.

The beginning of school came and went and we fell into our
routines. After about a month, we had schedules down and
were starting to get a little bored and decided that we
should swim every Tuesday and Thursday night during the free
swim period. I soon became very comfortable with his style
and humor and we would sometimes stop for a beer after
swimming to talk and relax before returning to the room to
turn in.

After about a month I became aware of a change in his
demeanor and noticed that he became somewhat touchy. While
this did not make me uncomfortable I did take notice.

I guess it is important at this point to say that I’m
heterosexual and have never crossed any lines. It is also
important to say that if I were to do that, I could find a
lot worse partners. It clearly has entered into my mind that
this may be leading somewhere I have never been.

As the weeks passed, his touches became a bit more obvious
but not offensive; the occasional casual pat on the ass, a
comment about my nice round butt, even an occasional grab at
my crotch with the appropriate jock humor comments. I guess
sexual tension is the word for what was happening and while
slightly confused, I was not really put off by the behavior.
This seemed to change one day at the pool when we finished
swimming and were in the locker room after showers and he
caught me “looking” at his perfectly formed cock. I didn’t
even realize that I was doing it but being mesmerized by its
perfect shape and size it seems I was staring. He looked up,
smiled and slowly stroked it until he firmed up to a nice
five and a half inches. His eyes never left mine and my face
turned beet red with embarrassment. Not a word was spoken
and we returned to our room and went to bed.

The next day it was obvious that things had changed. It was
a warm day and we both wore baggy cargo shorts and were bare
foot and without shirts. His first comment on entering was
that I had very prominent nipples and I seemed to be
excited. I just laughed it off and we sat and had a beer
talking about the day’s classes. As he offered me a second
beer he ran the cold bottle over my right nipple and made
another comment, followed by rubbing a finger over it
causing my cock to stiffen a bit. When I commented that
this was getting a little weird, he reached down with both
hands and grabbed both nipples and twisting and as you can
imagine this caused both pain and an increase in my arousal
level.

Not wanting to be outdone I reached out and ran my hand up
the inside of his leg and grabbed his crotch, knowing that I
had my hand on the perfect cock that I had seen at the swim
pool. His response was quick and direct when he said OK, it
looks like you want to play. With that he grabbed my crotch
and squeezed. Not hard but, just right. Having another guys
hand on your crotch and squeezing your stuff might just be
the most exciting thing that can happen to an eighteen year
old. At some point, we were standing, twisting each others
nipples and groping crotches.

While I felt somewhat in control most of the time, when he
leaned in and put his lips against my ear, I nearly fainted.
At first it was a light kiss and then it was a tongue
running along the edge of my ear and then his voice asking
if I enjoyed what was happening. Somehow, I managed to say
“YES” without any other comment. His lips move to my mouth
where his tongue pushed its way inside and without thought
my mouth opened and I experienced my first man kiss. With
that his hand on my groin moved to my zipper and slipped it
down. Without comment, he then moved to the button holding
up my baggy loose fitting shorts and they suddenly fell to
the floor. His hand immediately moved to the front of my Y
fronts and he seemed to be taking inventory of the package
within. My brain is working and trying to follow what is
happening. Logic says, it is now my turn and I quickly grab
his zipper and lower it, followed by the button on his
shorts.

Now we are standing in our shorts, no shirts, no socks, no
nothing. At this point his lips are again against my ear
asking if I liked what was happening. With a very tense
“yes” he quickly said if you like this so far you’ll love
what is coming next. With that, he dropped to his knees
pulling my Y fronts down in the process. I’m not sure I can
describe the next thing because my brain nearly exploded
with sensory overload when his mouth engulfed my rock hard
cock.

After a couple of minutes he stood, pulled me in close and
put his lips to my mouth and I tasted my cock as he had.
With his lips to my ear again and one more question he set
the stage for the next move, “did you like that”? The
obvious answer was “Oh god yes” to which he replied, Ok now
it is your turn. Without thought I fell to my knees and
pulled his shorts down allowing his very rigid cock to pop
into view. My mouth opened and this work of perfection
slipped in clear to the back of my mouth. After a couple of
minutes he reached down and pulled me to a standing
position. Once again we kissed and enjoyed the intimate feel
of each other.

We fell to the floor in somewhat of a sixty nine position
and enjoyed the mutual intimacy of oral pleasures. At some
point I found myself on my knees over his face while I
sucked his cock. Once again time stood still as I felt his
hands and fingers caress my butt and exposed hole with his
hands and fingers. The sudden insertion of a finger into my
ass caused an explosion deep within my body that filled his
mouth with the very essence of life and left me weak and
empty.

My next response was pure panic. I jumped up and said “I
can’t do this, it is wrong”. Grabbing my bag and a few
things I fled to a friend’s house with his words echoing in
my ears that “you son of a bitch, you owe me”.

The next day I returned to our room to retrieve some items
and was careful to be there only when I knew he would be in
class. The next weeks were tedious to say the least. I
avoided him at all costs and turned to others to consol my
feelings. All went fairly well until one night a few weeks
later.

I had sought comfort with an old friend who lived near the
campus and had become comfortable with my routine. Trust me,
comfort and routine can be a bad thing. I would leave campus
following study at the library and follow a narrow unmarked
trail across the undeveloped part of the area which leads
through a small playground.

After two months of relative quiet I was headed to my
friend’s house on the darkened path and suddenly found my
self in real trouble. I was hit from behind and knocked to
the ground and without warning found myself with a black bag
over my head. Unable to determine how many there were, it
became obvious that I was outnumbered. With my hands quickly
tied I was led to a piece of playground equipment and forced
to bend over where my hands were released and quickly retied
near the ground to the play equipment. Near panic, and in
some pain from the equipment I was bent over, I’m begging
them not to hurt me but to no avail they quickly unbuckle my
pants and pull them down along with my under ware. Naked
from the waist down they secure my feet, well spread, to
nearby structures. Not to take away from the terror of the
situation, but being naked from the waist down and tied in a
compromising position is actually quite exciting.

As soon as I was secured I could feel hands touching parts
of me that had not been touched. Two hands cupped my ass and
ran down the backs of my thighs to my knees and quickly
retraced to the inside gently grabbing my balls and running
the length of my very hard cock. Next I felt a cold wet
liquid being dripped at the top of my crack which slowly ran
down over my exposed hole. Fingers followed and were soon
massaging my most private place. Shaking with fear and some
desire a finger soon penetrated my ass and began to massage
my prostate making me whine like a school girl. Suddenly,
pain, fear, embarrassment and pleasure became very blurred
for me.

The lubrication of my most private spot complete, I hear
discussion about who would be “first” causing another wave
of fear. With little discussion, I hear a whispered voice
saying he is mine and I will be first. With that I feel
someone between my legs and a very hot and hard object being
pushed against my exposed ass. Actual penetration I can’t
remember, the feel of excitement, being full, the pressure
of another pubic bone against my upturned ass and the
electrical sensation of having a cock make contact with my
prostate, I will never forget. Time vanished and I felt him
pounding his prick into me and recall the faint grunts I
made as he reached bottom. I do recall the frantic movements
and the swelling of his member just before he came.

More lube another cock and more pubic pressure against my
exposed hole only to be followed by another. After being
taken by at lease three there was a long pause followed by
silence and then whispered plans of escape. I felt my hands
being released followed by another whispered voice telling
me that I still owed him. The realization that one of these
guys was my roommate Tom provided a bizarre excitement.

After working my hands free and freeing my legs, I realized
that my cock was hurting from being so hard for so long.
While I was leaking pre cum I had not actually experienced
orgasm. I sat naked from the waist down alone, afraid, used
and totally excited. With three quick strokes of my rock
hard cock I sprayed my seed all over the ground where the
attack had taken place.

Weeks passed with my mind occupied by the events in my dorm
room and the subsequent attack at the playground. I felt
myself drawn, puzzled and afraid all at the same time.
Without thought I found myself in the old dorm looking for
my old roommate. As I entered the hallway I see him exit the
shower room with just a towel around his waist. As he neared
the door to our room I stopped him and asked if we could
talk for a minute. With his knowing smile he invited me in
and sat on the small sofa without dressing. Standing before
him and looking at his still wet body I managed to croak out
a simple statement. “Troy, I think I owe you something”.
With that he spread his legs and rubbed his crotch saying
“you got something to say, get on with it”. Kneeling between
his legs I said “I’m sorry and I owe you”. I pulled his
towel loose and had before me the most perfect cock I have
ever seen. I explained that I was ready to pay up. His
response was “you don’t touch me unless you are naked. I
slowly stood and began to remove my clothes. Bare of any
clothing I kneeled between his legs touched his cock and
opened my mouth engulfing his measure of manhood.

I loved the taste, feel and fresh smell of his maleness.
After sucking him for a few minutes he made me stop and said
that if I was going to pay up, I would have to do him the
way he did me.

Within minutes, I was laying on my back with him over my
face. His cock entered my mouth and I slowly ran my hands
over his butt touching his puckered opening. Remembering the
excitement of our first encounter I immediately knew to
penetrate his private place and massage his most sensitive
spot. Within seconds my mouth was filled with a few days of
accumulated male sex giving me the sense that I had paid the
bill.

After sharing a very wet and sexy kiss, I asked a favor.
With great hesitation I asked if Tom and his friends could
again fuck me, but only if I could be tied and blindfolded
like before, maybe even in a public placde. I think I may
have discovered something about me that I really like.

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