Dirty Talk

MM Straight to Gay First Time

Edward Raines

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           This is a work of art / fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or places is purely coincidental.

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I can't ignore his moans. When his voice slides through the wall, I wonder what naughty things are going on next door.

He lives in the dorm room next door. I don't know anything about him. Only that his name is Zane. And that he's a sex god, if the sounds that echo out of my air-conditioning vent are any indication. I've tried in vain to distract myself from him.

I'm desperate to deny the dirty thoughts I have about other guys but when I find out Zane is gay, my imagination runs wild.

I tell myself I'm straight, but when I hear Zane's groans, all bets are off. I want to go next door and confront him, but what if he wants me to come inside?

This is an LGBT (lesbian, gay, bisexual, transgender) short story with romance themes.

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Dirty Talk

I heard his voice every night. It slipped through my bedroom wall and always caught my attention. How could it not?

I would hear the voice croon affirmations from the other side.

“Mmm… It’s so fucking good,” or “Oh, yeah… just like that.”

And then the moans began, until soon, a parade of satisfied croons began bouncing against the wall that divided my dorm room from his.

And soon after, an endless string of orgasmic exclamations would leave me more curious than ever.

Sure, I knew the sounds. But was there actually somebody on the other side of my bedroom wall this reckless and crass?

It’s got to me a misunderstanding, I would think to myself. There is no way there is a guy in the next dorm over being this open and loud about his sexual experiences, is there?

It was nearly every night, too.

When it would start, I’d sigh. Shit, here we go again, I would think to myself as I rolled my eyes and began to fidget with frustration and angst. After all, as much as I did not wish to admit this, I was not getting laid and he was. I didn’t even know who he was, but he was getting lucky nearly every night. And I—a sexless virgin—was made to hear his sexual victories.

Often, I would try and think of something else to focus on.

I would tap a pencil on my desk or stick a pair of ear buds in my ears and play music or a podcast. Even when something proved enough of a distraction—like music—I would eventually find my way right back to listening in on the noises from the other side of the wall. Curiosity had me tight in its grip.

It did not help that the air conditioning vent served as an amplifier for sounds of orgy in the next dorm over. The full and deep moans crawled their way down the metal ducts, bouncing about and spilling into my own sexless space.

There is nothing quite like being an in-the-closet virgin and struggling through your freshman year at college while your dorm neighbor sounds like he is living the life you so badly want; one of uninhibited, endless physical pleasures.

To make matters worse, the voices from the next dorm over were both male. Yeah, the guy in the next-dorm-over was not only a sex god, but he was clearly having steamy, pounding-hot sex with other guys; a recipe for intense sexual frustration when you’re a closeted young guy who is just trying to make it through each day pretending he is straight.

The voices would start, and I would sigh—sigh because it did not matter what I was doing or how horny I was at that moment; I was about to be hard in my pants and unable to keep my fingers off my dick for the next hour.

After a few nights like this, I finally reached a breaking point. And it was a night that had started much like the others.

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It was Friday evening, and while I would have rather been doing about anything else, I—the unpopular freshman with no friends on campus—was settling in for a night of chemistry homework. I loaded up Spotify on my phone and soon a “study” playlist of classical music began to slide easily from the tinny, small speakers.

I had tried to make a few friends. I had made small talk with some people in my classes.

I had even exchanged a quick glance or two with a few guys who sat nearby; just a few cautious smiles to the point that I did not know if they were even interested in me or simply being polite.

And nothing had come of it, leaving me all alone for the weekend.

I’d wanted to be more direct and flirt with the many cute guys I came across. I didn’t exactly have a ‘gaydar,’ but a few guys were out in a blatant enough way that I could tell they were gay. Still, I never could seem to work up the nerve and shed my closeted shame.

Coming to college, I’d expected to have the ‘time of my life,’ as my dad put it; meeting friends and having discrete hookups and drunken quickies at frat parties. And my body was beginning to ache for these things, too.

I was still fighting my curiosity and at first, wanted a girlfriend, if for no other reason than to prove to myself—and my parents—that I was capable of being straight, even if it was only for appearances. I didn’t want to admit that I was gay. I should have been fine with this fact, but growing up in my small town, I was taught to hate this part of myself and was still far from having outgrown the cultural cues that had crystalized deep inside me.

It was right as I started to shuffle through the pages of the boring textbook that I heard the muffled noises from next door.

“You sexy bastard… do you have any idea how hard you’re going to get it?” the voice said.

I heard another gruff voice croon with flirtatious remarks. What followed was a series of rhythmic thuds against the wall as the sound of panting and skin spanking proved loud enough that I could hear it in my dorm.

My head had been propped up against the shared wall as I sat unsuspectingly on my bed and studied. I cocked my head and licked my lips when the sounds began.

I wanted to indulge. I already felt my dick begin to swell in my jeans. But, just the same, I was angry—angry that night after night I was made to be subjected to this form of torture. It was as though my carefully hidden sexuality intended to hound me until I surrendered and admitted that I was gay and wanting nothing more than to feel a dick deep inside my ass, splitting me open.

I tried to ignore the sounds and returned to my studies. But it did not take long before I realized I could take no more. I tossed my homework down onto my bed and swore to myself that tonight I was finally going to do something about the noises.

Of course, I told myself this same thing every night. And not once had I acted on the desire to make my grievances known.

I had lost count of the nights that played out like this since I’d moved into my dorm only a few weeks before.

And every time I felt I was reaching my breaking point, I would ball my fist and tell myself, “That’s it, I can’t take this anymore! I’ve got to say something to this asshole. I’m going to march over there and tell him off.”

Though there remained a teensy, tiny problem. I still had never actually seen the guy with whom I shared a wall. I knew only that his name was Zane. I knew this because I had heard it enough times, screamed at the tops of the lungs of his various lovers in their deepest moments of ecstasy.

I knew there was nobody in my classes with the name ‘Zane.’ And since I had never actually seen him, it didn’t seem very wise to go next-door and confront him, given that he could have been a hulking beast of a man who spent every waking hour in the gym—every waking hour that did not include rough sex in his dorm room, anyway.

There also remained the fact that, deep down… really deep down, I sort of enjoyed listening to the sounds that echoed from the dorm room next door; playing a naughty voyeur. And it was more than a little bit, too. The truth was that I enjoyed the fuck out of these dirty little shows. Whether or not Zane knew how loud he and his guests had been to the people living on either side of his dorm, I liked to think that he did know, and did it on purpose to turn me on.

Just like every other night, the moment the sounds began, I felt the blood rush down to my dick as it swelled in my boxers.

Who could concentrate—let alone study—with so much fun going on just a few feet away?

Being secretly gay on campus had been mostly an inconvenience—nothing more—until I found myself subjected to the tempting and tantalizing sounds of primal lust and carnal euphoria that undoubtedly filled Zane’s dorm room with the scent of sex and the stuffy heat of filthy sweat.

I was already at facing an uphill battle, given my lacking social skills after having come from a small farming town. How could I ever hope to face the stranger next door? What if I gave myself away as a gay guy? Then what would I do? How would I act?

I thought my frustrations had ended when I came to college. I was far from my hometown and far away from the dirty temptations and forbidden feelings that had plagued me under those hot, summer afternoons on gravel roads.

Because being gay meant each time I passed one of the cute farmer boys from down the road, I would have to turn away. I would have to hide my gaze, not only for fear of being caught, but for fear of seeing their sweaty biceps as they glistened in the sunlight; for fear of seeing the big bulges tucked snugly in their work jeans; for fear of seeing their cute asses and having to walk back home with a hard dick running down along my thigh.

I thought college was going to be much different. But, so far, it had proved to be a dry well of sexual angst in the very same way as being back at home.

Not everybody had such troubles. After all; whoever this Zane guy was, he certainly had no trouble finding his own groove on campus.

Having the privilege of hearing the steamy action next door was most exciting thing I had going on at college by that point; how is that for depressing?

And I couldn’t seem to reconcile the fact that every time Zane got going with his hookup for the evening, I felt myself get hard and worked up in a way I had never before felt.

And even though I had still never laid my eyes on him, Zane sounded hot enough to make me unapologetically gay.

His smooth, low voice bellowed through the walls with grunts and moans and caustic growls, as if I shared a wall with a werewolf or some primal creature.

And as the nights went on, it made me harder and harder, even as it made me angrier and angrier!

Who the hell does this asshole think he is? He has no consideration for his neighbors whatsoever… but it sounds so damn hot over there…what if I just went and knocked on his door to get a look at him… what if he’s as hot as he sounds? My mind would churn in endless debate and conflict.

Every time the noises began, I would quietly curse Zane. Yet at the very same time, I would turn the lights down and crawl into my bed. I would slide my jeans down my legs until they bunched around my knees. And then I would grip my stiff, swollen dick, releasing a hard and overdue sigh.

The moment I filled my fist with my hard girth, I would exhale and let my eyes close to the sounds of rough, hot sex pounding against the wall that divide my dorm room from Zane’s. It was like having a soundtrack for my filthiest fantasies.

With my eyes shut, I would imagine what Zane and his buddy for the night might have looked like; each of them naked; sweaty muscles flexing as they fucked.

That night, Zane and his guest had been going at it for nearly an hour. Normally, they might finish right as I began to lose my tolerance. But on this night, they continued, and I could no longer fight the temptations.

For the first time, I found that I could not hold back from touching myself to the sounds. I began stroking my dick to the muffled moans from the dorm next door.

“Just like that,” begged Zane’s mystery guest.

I jerked harder to the voices; even pretended that I was in the room with them. This especially sent me over the edge, picturing myself in-between two sweaty jocks as the three of us got as dirty as we wished.

The pang of pleasure just beneath my dick-head began to build faster than I could handle and so I slowed down and paced myself. I felt my balls swell and grow bigger in my sack as I anticipated a big climax.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Zane and his guest just on the other side of the wall.

Of course, I had no idea what he looked like—or his friend. Now that I had started jerking-off to the sounds, I wished more than ever that I had seen Zane, even one single time, so that I might have something—anything—to fuel the naughty fantasies in my mind.

I let the sounds of their voices do the illustrating in my mind, which was certainly enough to paint a lustful image of made-up characters.

I couldn’t resist Zane’s voice, after all. His every dirty command to his guest was enough to send me right to the edge, alone. I had never been so aroused by a voice, and yet Zane’s demanding tones sent a shudder up and down my body. I almost did not care what Zane looked like. I felt like I would obey him just the same, even if he had been demanding things of me through the wall, sight unseen.

My chest heaved and my breath grew hard. I inhaled sharply and I bit my lip as the pleasure grew.

I gripped my shaft tight and stroked quickly.

I could hear his guest beg for him to go harder, faster—deeper. And the moment I heard that gushing cry of release from the other side of the wall, I let loose and I cried out just the same as my dick throbbed with climax.

I cupped my mouth shut in total surprise; I never expected such a loud moan to slip from my lips.

I couldn’t help myself. I was too deep in the throes of orgasm to truly care. The shocking jolts of pleasure gripped my entire body.

“Fuck,” I groaned, as I blasted my load. I was not normally one to shoot my load. But that night, I sprayed like a fucking fire hose.

Luckily, both Zane and his companion seemed to be deep in their own big finish. Otherwise they might have heard me for a change.

Zane sighed, before the sounds on the other side of the wall weakened. I felt as the gooey, sticky cum glazed my knuckles and palms.

I exhaled deep and heard the two men laugh from the other side of the wall. As I returned to reality, I enjoyed the momentary post-explosion calm that I was always left with.

But the feeling passed quickly, and left me with an even stronger frustration that it was not me in Zane’s dorm room.

My abs flexed as I twisted out of bed and stood. I buttoned my jeans and looked at my face in the mirror. It had become hot and flushed in my cheeks.

“What the hell am I doing?” I muttered with a defeated tone to my own reflection.

“I need to go over there, already, and give him a piece of my fucking mind,” I said, as I began working myself up with a pep-talk.

Hell, maybe he’s a total pushover, I thought. He probably has no idea how easily the sound travels in this dorm, and if I get tough with him, he might just be more apologetic than I realize, I thought.

“Fuck it; I’m doing this. As soon as his little friend leaves, I’m knocking on his door and telling him to have a little more consideration for his neighbors,” I said to myself.

I took a deep breath and as I heard his door open, I waited and looked through the peephole of my door.

After his lover of the night passed by my door and away down the hall, I stepped out and turned hard left, storming down to Zane’s door. I continued building myself up, not letting my mind reconsider my course of action for even a moment. I knew that if I stopped now, I’d never go through with it.

“Here’s goes nothing,” I whispered to myself and took another deep breath, trying to relax.

“Be polite, but be firm,” I reminded myself. I certainly didn’t want to let Zane think he could walk all over me, but I didn’t want to come out swinging, either.

After all, I was firstly curious to get a peek at Zane’s face.

Turns out, I was going to get way more than that.

I knocked firmly on Zane’s door and without skipping a beat, the door swung open and Zane stood before me in all his massive glory.

“Oh shit,” I said, covering my eyes.

Zane only bellowed out a deep and satisfied chuckle.

“Hmm,” Zane said, eyeing me with a cocky grin.

“I thought you were Dave coming back for seconds, but you’ll do just as well. Come in,” he insisted.

“Um,” I stumbled and stuttered as I suddenly forgot what I was going to say. My mind went completely blank.

But who could blame me? The man I’d been fantasizing about for over a month answered his door completely naked, and turned out to be even more handsome than I could have dreamed.

If that’s not a damn good reason to lose your train of thought, I certainly don’t know what is.

“Dude come on,” Zane hurried, sticking his head out of the door and looking both ways down the hallway. His woodsy cologne swirled my nose and tinged with the man-musk surrounding him like an aura.

I stepped inside his dorm and Zane quickly closed the door behind me.

“Dude, what are you… why are you…” I tried again to speak a coherent sentence.

“I thought you might enjoy the sight, but by all means,” Zane relented, wrapping a towel around his waist. The white towel bulged over the sheer beast swinging between his thighs.

Like a flash, my mind instantly recalled the mere nanosecond I’d seen his cock. The surprise left me dazed, but as I tried to collect my thoughts, I could only see the half-hard, plump man-salami dangling from him like a hard tool, just waiting to be used again.

When I came back to reality, I saw the chiseled chest and arms of a god standing before me, wrapped in his white towel and smirking, as though he’d had me summed up the moment he first set eyes on me.

“Have a seat,” Zane offered, his bicep tensing as he opened his arm and motioned toward a trendy little leather sofa opposite his bed.

“Nice place,” I remarked mindlessly.

I looked around and studied the carefully decorated dorm room. Zane’s dorm seemed anything but. My dorm was a normal fifteen by fifteen foot room, with a kitchenette, lame fluorescent lights and faded yellow walls.

Zane’s dorm on the other hand, was decorated with tall indoor plants, large ornamental curtains and incense dragging into the air with a rich perfume.

It was no wonder he was the sex god that he was, with an environment like that, to work with.

I sat down on the black leather sofa and as Zane fiddled with something in his kitchenette, he dragged a hand through his slick black hair before turning to face me once again.

His cool hazel eyes seemed like something unreal. They beamed through me as Zane sipped from a bottle of wine and smiled.

Dragon tattoos were scrawled across his smooth, hard chest. It suddenly seemed surreal that anyone with the sort of life Zane was accustomed to could ever end up sharing a building, let alone a wall, with me.

Naturally, my eyes darted toward his bulge any chance they got as Zane stood and took another slow sip from the bottle.

“Drink?” He asked, extending it toward me.

“Um, no. But thanks,” I answered tensely.

“Listen, my name is…” I started, as my eyes drifted toward the mess of satin sheets on Zane’s bed. Red shiny cloths were tangled and messed, and no doubt a relic of the session that I’d just been listening in on.

“Brendan?” Zane guessed.

My eyes lit up. “Yeah; how did you know that?” I asked.

“Lucky guess,” he grinned.

“Oh,” I said stupidly, not truly processing strangeness his knowing my name. Still, as I regained my purpose, I tried to continue on. Of course, every time Zane propped his hip to the side and drank more wine, my thoughts dissipated into the air, much like the incense spiraling in the corner of the dimly lit room.

“Did I enter into some kind of Indian alternate dimension or something?” I asked.

Zane only laughed.

“I know why you’re here. You live next door, don’t you? I’ve seen you before,” Zane explained.

I sat up and scrunched my brow. “How? I mean, when? I’ve never seen you,” I noted.

“Just… around,” he answered cryptically. “In any event, my name is Zane,” he continued.

“If this is about the smell of the incense, I can stop using it,” he said, his eyes fixated on me, before walking and sitting down beside me. His warmth seemed to wash over me like a comforting wave.

“Um, well actually, it’s about the… well, I’ve been having some trouble studying lately because the walls are a bit thin and…” I stuttered.

“Oh, goodness. That,” he grinned devilishly.

“Right,” I said, hoping that we were finally on the same page.

“I don’t mind it or anything but it’s a little loud,” I explained.

“I’m very sorry,” Zane said, before handing me the bottle of wine once more.

“Thanks,” I said, finally accepting a swig.

The sour wine swished in my mouth for a moment before I swallowed and exhaled. The flavor was at first off-putting and bitter, but instantly grew in its aftertaste.

“Hm,” I shrugged.

“Good, huh?” Zane asked.

“Yeah; it’s not bad. Anyway, I guess that’s all I was going to say,” I said, beginning to sit up.

“Is there anything we can do to make this right?” Zane asked, touching my thigh.

Every time I’d listened to Zane through the wall, I got the impression of a big, burly biker of a man. But now seeing him face to face, I saw that my mystery man was trim, small-framed and even more mysterious than when I had no idea what he looked like.

Of course he was hotter than even my wildest imaginations of him could conjure. His cool dark hair, his hazel eyes, his perfect build… all of these things were difficult enough. But then to see the beast that he was packing beneath his towel for half a second? I could barely concentrate long enough to tell him my grievances, and now he was asking if there was anything he could do for me?

Shit.

I turned toward him, and gathered that he was trying to look right into my soul. Feel slightly unsettled; I wondered if I’d made a mistake even coming into his dorm; handsome as he was.

“I don’t know…” I said, unsure of what had come over me. I shifted my eyes and smiled, as if my little flirtations with the guys from my classes were training for this moment.

“You seem so tense,” he said, grabbing my bicep and squeezing.

“Strong, though,” he observed.

“You’re an athlete, huh?” He said.

“Football, back in high school, but not here,” I answered.

“Hm. Deep repressions, then, huh?” He added with a finger to his lips.

“Um, what?” I said.

“That must be why you’re acting so… detached,” he continued.

“I would have thought from the moans you make from time to time that…”

“Wait, what?” I asked. I turned red, but had hoped that the ambient lighting of Zane’s dorm would mask this fact.

“It’s fine with me. More than fine, in fact,” he continued.

Shit, I thought to myself. He knew. The look across his eyes said that he knew. What was I going to do, though? Call him out on his own sexual exploits? He obviously cared little about what I thought in that department.

“Sounds like you’ve been enjoying my performances,” he laughed.

“Um,” I stuttered, “I don’t understand.”

“You’re so clumsy, Brendan. You honestly never saw me before?” Zane asked.

“Moving day? I could hardly peel my eyes from your shirtless muscles as you carried your things to your dorm,” he confessed with another little chuckle to himself.

Moving day? I thought. Somehow I hadn’t seen Zane when I was moving in, even when he had apparently seen plenty of me.

“If you weren’t so damn handsome I wouldn’t have had to be so coy, and I could have approached you properly. But of course I didn’t have the guts, so I had to create a little fun way to get you over here,” Zane confessed with a curious grin.

“I think you misunderstood. I mean, I’m glad we finally got to hang out but I’m not…” I began to stand up as Zane interrupted.

“Gay?” He asked with a laugh and shook his head.

“Well that’s unfortunate because it’s written all across your face,” he said with a finger to his lips, tapping with thought.

“Bullshit,” I said.

“If it’s bullshit, why are you joining in with my hot dates?” He quizzed.

“Brendan, I’ve been here in the dorms for three years now. I’ve seen your kind a million times by now,” he started.

“You want to have a little fun, finally let your guard down for just a moment, but then you get scared all over again and you spend all your time in your dorm, fantasizing about the life you thought you’d have at college,” Zane explained.

As he lectured, I felt daggers in my gut. Every word Zane spoke was right on the mark, though I certainly didn’t want to admit it.

“So?” I replied.

My grand rebuttal was a simple, ‘so?’ Lovely.

“So maybe you should loosen up and start acting like the alpha you want to be, already,” Zane answered as his fingers slid slowly over the top of my thigh.

The sensation left me exhaling, as my cock grew fully hard from this simple gesture.

Zane smiled mischievously.

“Now, are you going to punish me for being so loud, or aren’t you?” He asked, and ran his hand over the top of my bulge. His touch tickled the underside of my stiff cock, which formed a rod jutted beneath my tight jeans.

“Mm,” I moaned, letting my eyes hang half-closed.

Is this for real? I wondered to myself, shocked at how quickly and calmly my wildest fantasy was unfolding.

I expected Zane to be different from most guys per se. But the last thing I expected was such a naughty little pervert that was down to fuck at a moment’s notice, regardless who was involved.

“What are we doing?” I asked, my lips curling into a smile that suggested I was in disbelief. My expression must have conveyed a sense of concern, but certainly I didn’t want anything to stop, either.

“I don’t know; what are we doing?” Zane asked, his fingers tapping over my thick cock like each inch of my shaft was a piano key.

“This is crazy,” I laughed, shaking my head.

“You know you want to release some of that… tension,” Zane said, his hazel eyes sliding downward over my cock.

“It’s only fair… I’ve been such an inconsiderate neighbor after all. I obviously need a bit of hard discipline,” he said with a mischievous grin.

In all my years as a shy, closeted gay dude from a small farm town, I had never once (naturally) encountered a guy like Zane. I expected the experience to stop at any moment and a film crew to come out from the shadows, explaining that I was just a guinea pig on a humiliating prank show.

I inhaled deep and as Zane’s fingers sliding over my cock sent dizzying signals up my spine, I placed my hand atop his wrist, and dragged my fingers up his smooth taut forearm, following over his bicep.

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered.

“You expect something to just happen right here, right now?” I continued, letting my frustrations surface and vent.

“You spend all this time being so loud and wild, while I tried to study, and you think you can just forget all of that by teasing me?”

Something began to overtake me, something I wasn’t familiar with in the least. Zane was clearly beginning to have an affect on my pride, and I quickly felt empowered, perhaps way more than I should have.

“You’re going to have to do more than tease my dick to get me to forgive you’re bad behavior,” I said.

“Oh?” Zane asked, sliding his tongue over the corner of his lips and eyeing down.

“Yeah, starting with this,” I said, unzipping my jeans and pulling out my cock. The thick meaty shaft struggled to get free of my tight jeans, but the moment it jutted in the air, Zane gasped.

“Wow,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes, “like you don’t have a big one, yourself.”

“Just for that insincerity, you’re going to have to work extra hard to get on my good side,” I informed him.

Zane’s warm, lithe fingers slid up my thigh and gripped around my cock. I felt the euphoric tickle of another man’s touch on my cock as he stroked lightly. The sensation was intoxicating.

I knew I would never be the same, for better or worse. I knew sooner or later I would experience such joy, but I immediately wondered how I would ever think about anything else, again. How would I concentrate on my studies with the memories of this moment floating around in my mind?

I thought Zane had already ruined me, but I only then realized I had so much farther to fall.

“Fuck,” I groaned.

Zane’s cool hazel eyes admired my expression and grinned as he smoothly leant over and kissed the tip of my cock. My head swelled further until the pink helmet formed into a painful, chiseled monument.

I looked down as Zane’s tongue slid like a snake around my cock before quickly sliding against my head and bringing me to immediate wonder.

“Yeah,” I said, balling my fists and strengthening my resolve.

“That’s more like it,” I continued, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer in toward my dick.

Without warning Zane’s lips parted and sank over my cockhead, leaving my knees to tremble with pleasure as my cock became submerged in his tight, warm mouth.

Zane’s tongue brushed up and down my cockhead as I let my head fall back against the top of the sofa. I shook my head back and forth in total disbelief of my incredible fortune.

The entire affair seemed akin to hearing the most tantalizing stories of someone you absolutely crave, and somehow getting to experience it for yourself.

“Mm,” Zane moaned over my cock. The muffled sound vibrated against my cockhead and only accentuated the pleasure his sucking lips gifted my member.

I can’t fucking believe this, I thought to myself again as I thrust my hips forward and felt my cock push deeper toward Zane’s throat. The resulting moan from Zane only fueled me further.

I wanted much more, and with every passing moment, I was building the courage to get it.

“You like that?” I growled, running my fingers through Zane’s hair once more.

I shoved his head further on my cock and moaned as he pulled back, and just in time. Any longer and I certainly would have filled his warm mouth with every last drop of my seed.

Zane exhaled as he pulled his mouth off of my cock and stroked the wet shaft.

“Well? What are you going to do with this?” He asked, eyeing me.

I didn’t answer, but rather pulled Zane in and finally tasted his lips on mine. Even Zane, who during this entire ordeal seemed eerily prophetic, seemed taken aback by my sudden transformation into a dominating top.

Zane’s mouth tasted warm and sweet, and his tongue tangled with mine before I quickly pulled away and ran my own fingers over his tool.

Wasting little time, I slid my hand over Zane’s bare abs and down into his towel, seeking out the massive tool I’d caught a glimpse of earlier. Within moments, I felt the throbbing hard warmth in my grip.

“Uh huh,” I said.

“Get this off,” I demanded, tugging at Zane’s towel.

“Are you sure?” Zane asked.

“Off,” I insisted sternly.

Zane grinned and quickly stood, letting the towel fall to his feet.

“Fuck,” I breathed, seeing his long, hard tool swing plump and veiny between his rigid thighs.

“Get over here,” I ordered.

Zane straddled over my lap and as I grabbed his hips, I felt the tip of my cock press up against his warm ass. The close encounter sent me into a frantic, animalistic lust. I was wild with domination now as his tight naked frame hovered over my cock.

I motioned for Zane to stand over me atop the sofa, with each foot beside my thighs. He did, and soon enough I was ‘head to head’ with his juicy member.

Here goes nothing, I thought to myself, greedily swallowing his cock down my mouth and tasting the warm flesh over my tongue.

Sucking down and pulling off, I repeated over and over until I felt as though I’d become an instant expert. Zane’s soft moans seemed to approve.

“Oh, so you can be loud when I’m next door, but not when I’m right here, sucking your dick?” I challenged him.

Feeling taunted, I took half his shaft down my mouth and struggled to keep from gagging. The unexpected treat sent Zane into the loud, wild response that I was more familiar with.

Sliding my hand beneath his large balls, I massaged and felt the weight of his manhood in my palm, warm and pulsing.

All mine now, I thought to myself.

Zane winced and moaned as he braced his hands against the wall and exhaled deep, all while I took him deeper and deeper.

I was just as surprised by my ability to nearly deep throat Zane, as he probably was. But there was little thinking at that point, only the firm and aggressive sinking of my mouth over his cock, sucking as if I was going to take every last drop of energy from the playboy.

“Fuck,” Zane cried.

I ran my hands up his thighs and felt the tensing as his cock throbbed and I quickly felt the massive warm load pumping down my throat.

“Ah!” He continued, pounding the wall with his fists as his abs tensed and his knees nearly collapsed.

I grabbed Zane’s balls and squeezed tight, eliciting a nice quick yelp from the tanned twink, as I swallowed hard.

Pulling from Zane’s cock, I wiped my mouth and looked up, explaining, “you’re going to pay for that little surprise.”

“Down,” I ordered.

Zane lowered his ass over my cock and I stroked my shaft until it was painfully hard.

“What do you do for lube in this weird dorm of yours?” I growled impatiently.

“Here,” he said, smiling as he handed me a small bottle.

“You’re lucky I’m even willing to use it,” I said as I squeezed out a small drop and traced a finger near his ass.

“Mm,” Zane moaned as his ass tightened.

“No no,” I reprimanded, and sank a finger just inside.

Zane’s head fell back as he grabbed my cock and jerked hard.

“I think this is the thickest I’ve ever had,” he confessed.

“Good,” I replied passively and grabbed my cock.

“Down,” I ordered.

I held my cock firm and lined it up as Zane lowered himself. Within moments the warm, tight canal gripped hard around my cockhead.

“Ah,” Zane winced in slight discomfort.

“Down,” I ordered again impatiently.

“Maybe you’ll think twice before being so loud while I’m trying to study,” I continued.

Truth was, it was hard to even keep up the hard-ass demeanor I’d suddenly taken on. The pleasure constricted my entire body like a boa, and my legs tensed with total ecstasy as Zane’s ass sank nearly the entire length of my cock.

“Come on,” I motioned for Zane to ride me as hard as ever. Impatiently, I allowed little build-up. I wanted to go from zero to sixty with this dirty little bastard.

Zane’s legs were sheened with a slight sweat as he immediately grinded down on my cock, groaning with every seat he took down my thick shaft.

He would rise up and I would just as quickly grab his ass and firmly shove it down on my rod. Zane’s ass tightened as I spanked him harshly in reprimand for trying to rise off once more.

“Come on,” I growled again, grabbing his ass firmly and thrusting my cock up, as deep as I could go.

“Oh!” Zane moaned.

Finally too impatient to wait, I quickly grabbed Zane and lifted him from my cock, motioning for him to bend over the sofa.

Zane quickly obliged and I wasted little time rubbing my cock over his ass and sliding it back inside his delicious sleeve of pleasure, hard and fast.

“Fuck!” He groaned, stabilizing himself against the wall.

“My turn,” I said with a devious grin.

As I grabbed Zane’s smooth, tight ass and shoved my cock deep inside, I shook my head one final time in total disbelief that this was happening.

Surely this is a dream, I thought to myself. How could this have happened so quickly?

Regardless of how strange the circumstance or how unbelievable, it was happening, and I took full advantaged.

“Ah!” Zane groaned as I slammed my cock balls-deep.

“Louder!” I insisted.

“Just like that!” He moaned as his deep, smooth voice echoed off the walls.

“Fuck, Zane,” I cried, grabbed his ass and slamming my cock repeatedly.

In that hazy, dirty moment I wanted everything from Zane. I wanted his life and I wanted for just a mere second, the sort of wild abandon with which he seemed to spend his days.

I felt as though I was completely at home in his dorm now, whereas a mere half-hour before, I’d been tense and awkward. He’d hypnotized me and brought me into his naughty little world, and I couldn’t object for a moment. I realized in retrospect that Zane’s little ploy to turn me into an “alpha” was more for his own pleasure, than mine.

But I certainly didn’t care in that moment. He wanted me to assume that role, and I was thrilled to play it.

“Let me know when you’re ready,” Zane insisted.

“Why?” I asked.

“So I can suck you off,” he answered.

I only laughed and argued, “I’m sorry if that’s what you had in mind.”

I grabbed his ass and spanked it hard, “But I’m going to fill this ass up, instead.”

“I’m going to cum so hard you’ll regret every time you were so careless and loud,” I growled, feeling the burning pressure build in my core.

My legs tensed and the sensation of constriction spread like wildfire as the tightness caged me in and the sting of total bliss swelled deep inside me.

“Fuck!” I groaned as my entire body locked up.

My head spun and in a mindless daze I grabbed Zane’s ass and pulled it firmly over my cock as it pumped load after load deep inside his pulsing body.

“Fuck!” He moaned, bracing against the sofa and grinding back over my cock.

I was left speechless as the drug-like euphoria flooded my system and I struggled to stand as I made sure every last drop was deep inside the unruly playboy.

“Fuck,” I exhaled hard before finally pulling out and slapping Zane’s ass one more time.

Zane quickly turned over and collapsed on the sofa, sweaty and breathing hard as his mouth gave way to uninhibited laughter.

“Oh was that fun for you? Maybe you didn’t learn your lesson, and you need to be taught another?” I said, grabbing the bottle of wine from the coffee table, as natural as ever now.

“No no,” Zane shook his head, but his smile clearly defied him.

I pulled my jeans back up my legs, shoving my half-hard cock back into my boxers and lowering my shirt, which now clung with a light sweat.

I couldn’t even begin to describe the twisted emotions and feelings that came over me. I felt like a new man though – that much was certain.

I eyed Zane one more time as I adjusted my cock and turned for the door.

“Where are you going?” He asked.

“I’m going to study. Maybe now I can finally concentrate,” said, exhaling.

“Well don’t be a stranger,” Zane said, adjusting his hair and grinning.

Without skipping a beat I quickly warned, “If I hear one more peep from you I’ll be back in here and you can bet the punishment will be even more severe.”

The prospect seemed to light his eyes, and if I hadn’t turned for the door, he might have very well seen my cock growing hard once again at the very idea.

I slipped out the door and back into reality. In the hall for only a moment, I quickly jumped back toward my room and once inside, studied the cold fluorescent environment.

The pulsing of my cock was the only evidence that what had just happened, had in fact, just happened.

I shook my head and laughed.

And I began to wonder if Zane’s many suitors weren’t former neighbors of his.

Whatever the case, I’d more than made up for the less than exciting life I’d been leading up until that point. Zane of course knew the secret of my sexuality, but something told me I could trust him.

And if I didn’t feel that I could, I knew I would be happy to hand down another stiff punishment.

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