Caught With Big Dick In My Ass Pt 1

My cock was telling me to kiss him, but my mind was telling me I should only kiss girls. I was breathing heavy and leaking precum.

*****

My name’s Seamus (I blame my parents for that). I’m six foot two, well-muscled, with dark hair and green eyes. I am still at uni and I play rugby. In my second year of university, I elected to stay in the hall of residence where I had been staying since the first year, rather than go out flatting like most of my mates. This was really because I didn’t have time to make dinners or do any of the roster duties that flatmates usually have to do. It wasn’t that I was lazy (ok I was a bit), I was in the university first fifteen rugby team and the second eleven cricket team. This meant that I had to keep myself in really good shape, I had heaps of practices, plus I had my uni work – commerce, and I had picked up a couple of jobs as a personal trainer to middle-aged women for a few hours a week.

I ended up in a shared room (it was heaps cheaper than a single room), sharing with a third year student. His name was Neill. He had longish, blonde-brown hair, these brilliant, piercing blue eyes, and a catlike face, with fine chiseled cheekbones and a pointed chin. His tanned limbs and chest were tight with lean muscle. He surfed when he could get to a beach, and skateboarded in his free time. He was studying zoology and was into Greenpeace and saving forests from mining projects and stuff like that. He regularly picketed against things that I had no idea existed.

I guess Neill was a bit of a culture shock for me to start with. I had always been on the straight and narrow, doing what Dad said, playing the right sports, doing the right courses. Neill really made me wake up and start thinking about the real world. I found it hard to deal with some of his more extreme friends, but he was cool. We got along like a house on fire. I never had more fun than that year.

Anyway, one night, Neill came in at about eleven, which wasn’t too late for either of us. He wanted me to come out on the town with him and anyone else we could pick up. “Come on man, come out,” he begged me. His blue eyes bored into me, a quirky expression on his tanned face. “You never have any fun. When did you last get drunk, let alone laid?”

“I’ve got practice at 5.30, tomorrow morning,” I grumbled. “Coach nearly had my balls last Friday when I showed up hung-over. He’s getting really tough on the team – he kicked Nathan off games for two weeks just ‘cos he showed up late for practice. I can’t risk it, man.”

“Oh, come on, that’s your excuse every time there’s a party or anything,” he saw my glare and probably guessed I wouldn’t change my mind by that reasoning. He changed tack. “Jill must be the last fuck you had, right? That was three months ago, man.”

“I’ve had girls since then,” I lied. I sat on my bed and started to take my shoes off. I lifted my gaze to his, smiling with pursed lips. “I can’t go, mate, I just can’t. I promise I’ll come out next time.”

“You say that every time,” Neill said. He flopped down on the bed beside me. He sat so close that our legs touched, and when he spoke to me his face was only inches away. “You know what you need?” He took a deep breath. “A good shag.”

“Like that will solve everything,” I said.

“It’d be a start,” he replied. “You’re so uptight.” He rested his hand on my thigh for a moment, up the top, next to my groin. He smiled at me, waiting to see what I would do next.

I thought it was typical gay chicken. Neill was always pulling this stuff with me, and I honestly thought it was a joke (yes, I was a bit dumb (plus stupid, ‘cos I fancied him like crazy)). I responded by putting my hand down on his. His hand was surprisingly hot and sweaty. Gently, I moved both our hands to his knee, stroking them up and down his inner thigh. “Why don’t you just go and have a good time. I’ll still be here when you come back, if you’re still horny,” I joked. We both laughed, though his laugh seemed to catch in his chest very quickly.

He left after that. I can’t remember him saying much, he just got his jacket and said, “Ok, bye.” I stripped down to my boxers, turned the lights off and went to bed.

I was awoken at about one a.m. by the door being slammed. I heard Neill’s light laugh, and the giggle of a girl. I was a bit annoyed that he had brought a girl back without texting me to clear out to somebody else’s place, but didn’t saying anything. I shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. The lights flicked on, and it became harder to keep my eyes shut.

“Shit, you didn’t tell me you shared a room,” the girl spat.

“It won’t be a problem, will it?” Neill said.

“Yeah, it is a problem. I am not shagging you in the same room as your roommate!” At this point, I had to open my eyes, just so I could see who she was. Her name was Simone. She took a lecture with me, and I knew her only on sight. Her skin was dark and she had long, wavy, black hair. She wore big, hoop earrings, a white, sparkly halterneck and a short, denim skirt. She was hot, I guess, I just wasn’t into her.

“He’s asleep,” Neill said.

Simone made eye contact with me. “No, he’s not. I suppose you two think you’re smart – one of you bring the girl back and then you both fuck me, right?”

Neill gave a little swagger and put his hands on his hips. He was wearing his usual bootcut baggy jeans (think seventies – most of his stuff was ‘vintage’), but had on a nice button-down black shirt in some sort of slinky fabric. The contrast with dark made his hair look lighter and his eyes more intense. We made eye contact. He smiled and winked at me. Somewhere, there was some sort of logic to all this, but at that point, I didn’t get it. “If that’s how you like it,” he told Simone. “I’m sure Seamus would like to join in.”

I got up. I couldn’t help it. It would just be too weird for conservative-little-me to have a threesome. “Umm, look, I’ll go sleep in someone else’s room, it’s no biggie.”

She looked at me (probably realizing that I was ‘that rugby guy’). They both looked at me. I had on my ‘tighty’ black boxers that left little to the imagination. My abs were like a washboard, my arms and pecs were well-developed. I had no hair on my body – I didn’t get it waxed (I don’t do pain), I used a spray-on, hose-off depilatory spray. I was pretty vain about my body, and spent a lot of time and money getting a full body tan. At that point in time, I was probably the fittest I’ve ever been. Yet, I suddenly felt embarrassed by the way they were looking at me, especially Neill. I guess I suddenly got that all the passes he had made at me weren’t a joke, they were for real. He was staring at my crotch. I couldn’t help it, my heart pounded and I was hot and red all over. My groin tingled as my cock hardened.

I was mortified! I wasn’t sure whether they’d seen my cock swell or not, but I quickly grabbed my pillow and a t-shirt and covered myself. I didn’t know what I felt about Neill, but I couldn’t deal with it now. I picked up my keys and pushed myself between them to the door.

Neill caught my arm, “Don’t go.” The contact of his sweaty hand sent jolts through my body. My muscles tightened. I quickly shrugged him off.

I nodded to Simone. “Have fun.”

I closed the door behind me and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. I didn’t feel like waking anybody to share their room, although there were probably lots of people awake. I wanted to be alone to think, and sadly, the bathroom was usually the only place anybody could be alone. Surprisingly, as I walked past the door, I saw the common room was empty. I guessed there was a party on that I didn’t know about. I settled down on one of the more intact couches and tried to sleep. I tried not to think about or touch my cock.

I must’ve slept, because at some point in the night, I woke up to somebody’s cold, sweaty hand on my face. I had one of those waking experiences when your whole body jumps and suddenly you’re wide awake. I instinctively punched toward the source of the hand.

“Oww, man. What’d you do that for?”

“Neill?” I asked.

“What a waste of time that was,” he said. “She kept talking about you, then gave me her life story. We didn’t even kiss! Now she’s gone back to whatever hole she crawled out from.”

“That’s not very nice,” I whispered. It bugged me that I couldn’t see what Neill was doing. He wasn’t even touching me now, so why did it scare me?

“I must’ve woken up half the hall looking for you,” Neill continued. “I’m really sorry about the girl, I just wasn’t thinking. You shouldn’t have got kicked out of the room.”

I sat up. “No,” I agreed.

“Um, well, you can come back now.” Neill’s voice sounded unsteady for the first time since I had met him.

We didn’t talk for a while after that. We got back to the room, got into our beds and turned out the lights. Finally, Neill spoke. “You’re a bit quiet, mate. Are you all right? Is everything cool with us?”

“I’m just tired,” I said. “What time is it?”

Neill shifted something on his bedside table to check his clock/radio. “Two eleven.”

“Great.” I shut my eyes again.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” I heard his bedsprings whine, and figured he was rolling over. I didn’t realize he was out of his bed until I felt his hot breath on my cheek.

My heart was pounding like a hundred horses, sending pulsing, tingling blood all around my body. I shivered as I started to get hard again. ‘Why?’ I was asking myself. ‘What the hell is wrong with you?’ My groin felt like it was on fire (in a good way). I instinctively reached inside the waistband of my boxers and tugged myself. I felt myself lengthen and harden between my fingers. My hot cock was swelling very quickly to 7 ½ inches. “I’m fine,” I gasped. What was happening to me? I wanted him to touch me so badly that I forgot to breathe for a couple of seconds.

Neill peeled back the covers and climbed in beside me. My heart felt like it would explode. I didn’t know what to do. “What are you doing?” I moaned.

He pressed his bare chest against my back. I could feel every hair, every long, sinewy muscle, even his nipples, which seemed big and hard like a girl’s. His silky hair caressed my skin, sending tiny shivers all over my body. Then I felt his hand pressing on the outside of my boxers. I think I stopped breathing again. My cock was still wrapped up in my hand. However, my balls were left at the mercy of his long fingers. He cupped them in his hand, pressing them back against me, seeing as they were still in my boxers, and did something with the palm of his hand which had my cock dribbling. I don’t know why, but a natural movement came over me and I started to hump my balls against his hand, my back against his chest. I could feel his hot, fat cock rubbing against my lower back as I moved. He had boxers on, but his cockhead must have been sticking out. It felt wet and smooth, and only aroused me further.

Neill kissed my neck with an open mouth. He gave me love bites, but he didn’t really bite. He seem to pluck at my flesh with his mouth, momentarily sucking the skin against his hot, muscular tongue, then releasing it whilst he sought out another piece of skin. The areas where he had kissed me grew cold quickly, contrasting strongly with the warm, fresh kisses. I was hot and cold all at once. It felt amazing. No girl I’d ever been with had been so intuitive about what would feel good on my body.

Click on a star to rate this post

Average rating 4.8 / 5. Vote count: 58

No votes so far! Be the first to rate this post.

2 thoughts on “Caught With Big Dick In My Ass Pt 1

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.