Cleaning Up

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Brad and Ken were the last to leave, leaving him alone with Paul. It couldn’t have worked out better if he had planned it actually, as he had a secret yen for Paul. After all, Paul was one of those you naturally enjoyed being around. He was fun, always had a smile for you, and that alone could get his cock hard.

To think that Paul had volunteered to help stay behind and clean up was in itself a treat. Wes wasn’t used to the consideration, given that he was the oldest of the group. Not even sure why he was with them, as they were all either 18 or 19 and he was already an old man, in their eyes, at 25.

He wasn’t under any illusions either. They hung around for the pizza, the beer, and what ever else he had available. That and he had his own place, free from siblings or parents made it an okay place to be. Then too, the big screen television helped as the one thing they did have in common, was sports. Everyone of them were sport’s junkies, and hell, a big screen TV was the ultimate rush.

Wes looked around at what was once his clean room, shaking his head and seeing Paul smiling. His musings quickly were forgotten as he smile back, wondering what had made Paul stay behind this time? It wasn’t the first time they had all been over, and the mess was no bigger than normal, but he had to stop thinking about it. Instead he should just enjoy the help, and the company. Besides, it was always pleasant to watch Paul bending over or just simply moving around. He had that body that made you dream, made you truly want to just reach out and strip those clothes off.

He was tall, good build and had sort of longish hair. His eyelashes however were quite long, and made him have sort of a feminine look to his face. It wasn’t rough looking, like his or say Brads. The nose was perfectly portioned to his face, long and angular. The ears were cute too, and Wes would sometimes wonder it would be like to nibble on them, to lick around them, then dive in.

Okay so he was a bit of fetish nut. He liked foreplay, when he could get it. To him, Paul would be an ideal partner, one who would not only enjoy being played with, but who would play back. Not a lot of guys his age were into that, most were the ‘wham bam thank you ma’am’ type. Paul just never seemed that way, though Wes wished he could find out.

Cleaning up was not a chore he liked, and it always made him daydream. Just like now, as he idly picked up empty glasses, and pizza boxes, to put away. His mind was lost in it’s normal fantasies and he didn’t notice Paul and where he was cleaning up. He just kept on doing things automatically, as he had done so many times before. It wasn’t that he was ignoring Paul, just that he was so used to the routine, he simply forgot that Paul was there.

Least physically, because in his mind he kept thinking of how it would be to strip him, to make love to him. Not the quick slip him the tongue routine, then flip him over to fuck, but the real love making, where time stood still as they explored each other’s naked bodies. That was what he wished for, dreamed of, and so when he finally remembered that Paul was there, it was too late.

He turned around, looking for more stuff to pick up when his heart froze. His eyes widened, and his mind was in shock. Panic was suddenly reaching its icy claws around his entire body as he saw Paul standing by his desk. In his hand was an open magazine, one he had quickly pushed under his chair, when everyone had begun to show up. Wes went white as a sheet, as he remembered how he had been flipping through the magazines, stroking his cock.

The fear inside was tearing him apart, as he hadn’t a clue what to do or say. It would end his association with the others, that was certain. He knew Brad was a bit of homophobe, and he assumed so where the rest. Now there was Paul, the object of his own dreams, staring at the magazine, open clearly to the centerfold section. Wes felt the sweat forming on his forehead, as he remembered just why that magazine had been his choice. The centerfold was a close likeness to Paul himself.

Wes watched as Paul closed the magazine and placed it on his desk, next to the computer keyboard. The young man stiffened a little, you could see it in his shoulders, and the way his back looked more rigid than normal. He just waited, knowing it would turn ugly soon enough, without him having to speed it along. He gulped a little, feeling how dry his mouth was, and as he did, Paul turned around to stare at him.

‘You get off on that stuff?’ was softly spoken. The eyes were narrow, and as he turned fully around to stare at Wes, there was no mistaking a bit of hostility in his stance, and his voice.

All he could do was nod, and swallow again, his hands tightly held at his side. He didn’t know exactly how Paul would react, or if he’d get violent even. They really hadn’t known each other that long, and while he had yearned for him, never in his wildest dreams had he imagined this kind of situation happening. Normally he was pretty careful about leaving that part of his life well hidden.

He didn’t know what to do, or say. All he could do was stare at Paul, who seemed unwilling to say anything more. He turned his head and once more picked up the magazine. He flipped it open to the centerfold again, and Wes thought he would explode right there and then. His legs were weak from fear, and yet looking at Paul, the way he stared at the glossy photo was also rather exciting. The model, was like Paul, and the one picture of him had him smiling, that always reminded Wes of Paul’s smile.

The page flipped and Wes knew Paul was now looking at that exact photograph. His palms were wet from the sweat, and his heart was pounding. It echoed in his ears so loudly that he felt like the ear drums would explode. He licked his lips as he saw the concentration on Paul’s face, the way he looked at the various photographs displayed on the page, and not once did he turn back to look at Wes. It was unnerving and finally the magazine was dropped back onto the desk.

Paul simply turned around to face Wes. He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over the tall young man, and despite his fear, his eyes glanced down towards Paul’s crotch. They were surprised to notice a very large bulge showing in the pants, and quickly the eyes moved back up towards Paul’s face. He noticed immediately that he had been caught too, and the fear grew.

‘He one of your favourites?’

It was said rather sternly and all Wes could do was nod again. He didn’t know what to do, whether to simply turn and run out of his own house, or try to toughen it out. His mouth was dry as he stood rock still. The pain in his legs made him grimace a little as Paul turned his head to glance at the magazine cover and then back at Wes.

‘Kind of looks like me’

It was so matter of fact, that it took Wes a second to comprehend. Then he saw the little grin flash across Paul’s mouth and for some unexplained reason, his heart began to calm down. The sudden fear was held at bay as he studied the face closer. He didn’t see any anger there, but rather a softness that made him feel easier, as well as more excited. After all, that bulge was still staring at him, and once more his eyes travelled down the torso to stare at it. It was reflex really, and as his action registered, he quickly jerked his head back up, to see this time a smiling face.

Wes found his voice, though it sounded shaky as he told Paul, that yes the guy featured in the magazine did resemble him. He waited, not sure how Paul would react.

‘You think? I don’t know, seems a bit skinnier than me.’

‘Uh, a bit’ was all he could manage, and this time he noticed Paul staring hard at him. He couldn’t help but see those long eyelashes flutter, and the eyes were making him feel like he was being x-rayed. They were so intense looking, but not unfriendly. He gulped again, as Paul moved a step back, to lean up against the desk. His buttocks resting on the desk edge as he looked directly at Wes.

‘Think I really look like that? Down there?’

As he said it, Wes noticed his hand moving down his thigh, rubbing it in a way that only made him feel very hot and flushed. His eyes couldn’t help but glance over the even larger bulge, as he felt the intensity of Paul’s stare increase. He shivered a little, not sure how to respond, and he didn’t dare look up at him either. Every part of his own body was tense, nervous as he tried to gauge how angry Paul was, if he was. It was not like he could tell, and the question was one he had asked himself each time he had selected that magazine. Was Paul that well hung? He sure as fuck wished he knew, but this didn’t seem like the time to express that desire, or was it?

His mind was confused but it made him look up at Paul. There wasn’t any sense of anger visible, and instead there seemed to be a sort of amused look in his face. It was as if he was being teased, which might not be a bad thing.

‘Not sure, possible I suppose’ was all he could think of to say. Suddenly, he saw Paul grin as he replied, that maybe they should find out. Wes didn’t know how to answer, but it was taken out of his hands, so to speak as he saw Paul reach down and undo the button to his pants.

His eyes bulged as Paul then unzipped the jeans, and spread them open to expose his crotch encased in a pair of very light blue under shorts. At first, Wes wasn’t sure if they were boxers but as Paul pushed the jeans down to his knees, he frankly didn’t care. Instead he stared at the sudden view of a long thick tube jutting out and across. He could see the outline of the thick long cock, and he almost fainted, as he saw a bit of pink poking out from under the waistband of the shorts, near the other thigh.

The pose was very similar to one in the magazine. The model was leaning on something, his body naked, but for a pair of y-front shorts, that were wet. Inside was a very long outline of an erect cock, and while Paul’s shorts weren’t wet, there was no mistaking the hard cock they held. Glancing up, he saw Paul reach out and flip open the magazine once again. He turned a few pages, all the time just leaning there, his hard cock making Wes ache all over. He couldn’t stop staring at it, taking a second or two to glance upwards, but always going back to marvel at the hidden gem being shown him.

Paul suddenly made a sound of success, a sort of grunt, as he found what he was looking for. He turned back to look at Wes, and then took the magazine, folded to one page, and held it down next to his crotch. There was the picture that Wes had recalled, and it was side by side with Paul’s own live version.

‘So, think we are the same?’

‘Hard to tell’

‘Well come on, get closer and look. You think he’s the same as me or not?’

He was being played with. At first he wasn’t sure, if the invitation was a ruse to get him closer, to attack, but the voice sounded sincere. The eyes were amused, as he hesitantly stepped closer, one slow step at a time, until finally he was only a few inches from Paul. If he was trying to trick him to getting closer, to hit him, he was well within range now. Instead Paul pushed the magazine closer and pushed his hips out a little.

‘Well? Whatcha think?’

‘I uh, well I uh, I think you are uh, longer, and uh…’

Paul pulled the magazine up and looked at it, then at his own crotch, as if he was trying to gauge if he was longer or not. It was making Wes feel like he was in some dream. No angry words, no lashing out, instead it almost seemed clinical, like two teenagers, trying to see who had the biggest wiener. Hell, it was exactly like that, as he remembered his own first time seeing another male naked. Course back then, it was just juvenile curiosity, but now, now it seemed all very different.

‘Mine’s thicker too, see’

Paul pointed at the next photograph, that showed the fully exposed penis of the model. He could see it was thick but as he looked, he saw Paul reach down, and felt like he was about to collapse, as Paul pushed his shorts down, exposing the gorgeous cock to Wes.

He licked his lips as he stared at the swaying pole, the large exposed cock head, that seemed to point straight at him. He felt the weakness in his knees, as he merely nodded, unable to speak. His breath had been taken away, but the sudden appearance of Paul’s cock and his body ached to take it, to touch it and feel it. Course he wanted to do more, as he felt his own body groaning with the excitement of the moment. His eyes blinked a few times, as he tried to clear his mind, to even maybe dare take this a step further.

Looking up at Paul, he saw the twinkle in the eyes closer. There was no mistaking the glint either and suddenly he felt totally relaxed. His body found strength in that twinkle, as he reached out to take the magazine, and then he held it next to Paul’s.

‘Yep, guess yours is thicker too.’

‘And it’s a lot tastier too, I’ll wager.’

Wes looked up and grinned. His fear was gone, as he saw the smirk on Paul’s face. Looking back down, he saw the hand holding the aroused cock, pointing it right at him. He saw the dangling balls beneath and decided he’d have his own fun.

Instead of taking the offered pole, he placed his hands on the young man’s hips, and bent his head to one side as he kneeled down, until he was facing the hard cock. Then moving his head below, he licked at first one dangling ball, then the other, and then back and forth he went. He heard a moan and then he simply sucked one ball into his mouth. Wes let his tongue lick at it, then quickly he pulled his head away, letting the wet balls dangle there.

He had no idea where he got his nerve from, but instead of moving up to suck on the offered cock, he leaned back and stood back up. He looked at Paul, and smiled.

‘Tastes okay’

‘Okay? Just okay?’

‘Well, for the moment, yeah, but hard to say. After all did have a few beers, and that might effect my taste buds.’

Smiling, he reached down and gave a quick tug on the hard pole, and headed for his bedroom. Wes had no idea how he managed to not just get on his knees, and begin to suck, but then that was part of the fun of foreplay, to build up the excitement, to make the desire unbearable. It was a gamble, but hell, Paul was worth it, he thought, as he entered his bathroom.

The Camera Never Lies

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

Ken couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get the faculty adviser to sign off on the project, nor did he even believe how simple it had been to get the entire school on board. Hell the Coach even congratulated him, as if he was one of his selected warriors, despite his geeky appearance. Part of him felt a bit bad about the deception, but hell it wasn’t like he was making them have sex with him or anything. He was just taking their pictures, and okay so he would pose them in a provocative way. Wasn’t like they were naked or anything, though a couple he wouldn’t have minded seeing the entire package, instead of just the wrappings.

However, that would have been pushing it, though when they were hot, like the wide receiver Norm, or the place kicker Benny, he did try to imply that they could arrange for more personal photographs. So far none of the hot studs he had dropped the hints to had taken him up on the offer, but he had hope. Besides if not these football jocks, he still had the basketball team, swim team, and even the ice hockey team to work on. Surely one or two of all that pride choice meat would fall into his trap. After all, they were just jocks.

Most of the guys were certainly not in need of any help in getting dates, yet everyone of them eagerly accepted the idea of having their half naked pictures being taken, and posted. Some would be for the college rag, some would be for the yearbook, and a very select few would be for the calendar he had suggested. It was to be a fund raiser, and he had even enlisted the support of a local sorority. Now that had been a stroke of genius he thought, as it made things seem more legit.

As he waited for the pictures to develop of his latest subject, the quarterback no less, he smiled to himself, and grabbed his own aching cock. It had been hard to keep that piece of meat from ruining things, as Jason was beyond doubt a hot stud. For him, Ken had insisted on the tight short ensemble with open sports shirt. It just showed the maximum amount of flesh that would pass the school censor. If only that idiot professor knew the truth about this whole photo project. He’d pass out from shock and that brought a chuckle to Ken.

Positioning Jason had been nearly the ruin of it all. The guy was that hot, and to touch him, to smell him up close had nearly made him shoot his own load. He couldn’t have that, and somehow he had managed to conceal it from Jason. God, if he had found out he wouldn’t be standing here, waiting for the pictures to develop but would be stretched out on some stretcher, battered and bruised. Not that Jason was violent, but he sure as hell wouldn’t consider a compliment that he was the object of some geeky guy’s attraction.

After all, he was the quarterback and had a reputation. He was known on campus as a real ladies man, a new one almost every week. Still, in moving his arms and twisting those thighs to set the pose just right, Ken couldn’t help but dream at what it would be like to have them wrapped around his own slender body. To feel his hands clamped over his hips, holding him tightly while ploughing his ass, was a thought that he couldn’t shake, even now.

Staring down at the blank paper in the chemical mixture, he wondered if he could manage a second shoot with Jason? He could claim that some of the pictures hadn’t turned out or such, but what if the guy had the smarts to ask to see? He’d be fucked then, and the whole game would be up. Though he doubted Jason would, it was a risk he didn’t think he’d want to run. Yet the notion of once more being able to touch that hunk, to smell him up close, was a tempting notion.

As the paper began to show the image, he smiled as it was the one he most wanted to see come out perfectly. It was Jason, bending over with his shirt off, just a pair of tight blue shorts the only clothing on him. He had his helmet on and was simulating taking a snap from a phantom center. The way his butt had stuck out, those perfect orbs stuck out there in mid air, was the one pose that nearly made him cum.

He had risked it all too, to move in and reach down to move the legs a bit further apart. When his hand touched those well muscled thighs, to edge them further apart, he had breathed in, smelling that man scent. That and his hands on Jason’s legs, his nose near that well shaped ass had almost done it. He had to step back quickly before he got into trouble, and now the picture was taking shape on the paper.

His cock was erect inside his own pants, and Ken reached down to adjust the hard pole. It hurt as he licked his lips, enjoying the gradual developing of the photo. It was exactly as he had remembered it, the ass up in the air, the stretched shorts showing the perfect shape of the cheeks. He could see the darkness down the centre, indicating the ass crack which made him sweat a little.

To think of how close he had been to reaching out to touch it, only made the ache in his groin worse. Course it would have been the worst mistake of his young life, but it might have been worth it, if there had been the slightest indication that Jason was that way.

While he could hope, he knew it was pointless. What would a hunk like Jason ever want from someone like him? Jason had long flowing hair while his was cut short, like a buzz cut actually. Jason had perfect skin tone, soft creamy gold in color while his was pasty white with pimples. In comparison, there wasn’t a single blemish on Jason’s face. He had perfect nipples, well defined muscles and even some decent chest hair, while he on the other hand, had one odd shaped nipple, a birth mark just below and you could see his ribs without much effort. There simply wasn’t any muscle definition showing, unlike Jason.

Then too, his arms were puny looking, while Jason had those beefy looking things. You could see the muscles in the upper arm, the way they flexed without any effort. He had a washboard stomach too, unlike the little paunch that Ken was developing, despite his bird like appetite. No doubt Jason wolfed down burgers and fries without an ounce of it showing. He hated that, but was used to being the runt among the pack.

Hanging up the photos, he stepped back to admire his work. His lips were dry as he stared at Jason’s semi nude body, and he peered down to see if he could see the outline of Jason’s privates. He had tried to get a few close ups but it wasn’t on this roll. He sighed as he began to get set up to develop the next set. Maybe those close-ups would be there, he hoped.

Taking out his magnifying glass he examined the hanging pictures more closely. His one hand moved down once more to adjust his hard on, as he stared at the perfect body. He couldn’t help himself as he really found himself attracted to Jason and that particular look. The way the nose hung down just right, the small bend from being broken hadn’t ruined the look either. In fact he kind of thought it added character to his look.

The way the hair seemed to naturally flow over his shoulders too. It was all he could do from reaching down into his own pants, to relieve himself now. He pushed down the temptation though, knowing that it wouldn’t take him long to cum, but he didn’t want it to interfere with his developing. Besides, it would be more fun to have all of the photos spread out in his little office, where he could enjoy the full effect of Jason’s photo shoot.

Time dragged on for him, but eventually he had the full set all finished and while the school’s copies were drying, he took his private set down and smiled. One more perk of the job he thought as he hurried to his own little office.

Quickly he set up the photographs along his wall, enjoying each photo as they stared back at him. He had to admit, he was a damn good photographer as he stepped back to admire the result of his work. He leaned back against his desk, feeling the rising tension in his crotch. His hand played with the hard pole inside his pants as his eyes moved across the array of images spread out for him.

Licking his lips he kicked off his shoes and dropped his pants. In his stocking feet he moved back up the pictures, his eyes taking it all in. Licking his lips his hand continued to pull at the thick pole still in his boxer shorts. It was as his eyes moved past one photo that he suddenly stopped. His hand immediately was stilled from groping himself, as his eyes now moved back to the close up photo of Jason’s crotch. His eyes narrowed and bore in on that image, and he felt suddenly very aroused.

There was no mistaking the sign, the clear outline in those tight shorts of a large tube shaped object. Ken blinked a few times, not sure he was seeing what he was seeing. He moved in closer and there was no mistake. Jason was sporting a hard on and the thin blue material was able to show its shape clearly. The camera had caught it at the perfect angle and he exhaled loudly . He couldn’t believe his luck as he stuck his hand down into his shorts. Christ, the idea that Jason had been hard while he was taking his picture was totally arousing. Nothing but seeing Jason naked could be any better as he reached around to grab his thick cock. His hand was sweaty, which surprised him. Ken looked down at his own skinny frame, his shirt open while his hand was stuck down his pants. The idea that he had touched that perfect body and it had reacted, as the photo showed made him tremble a little.

He remembered that he had reached out and moved Jason slightly. His hands had briefly touched those hips, and he had looked down too. To think that the shot right after showed Jason hard, made him break out in a cold sweat. Christ, could he be? But no, no he couldn’t be or he’d have noticed the signs, but shit, the guy had gotten an erection. It had to be from his touching him, and that idea drove his hand to begin pumping his own cock, all the time wondering if he had somehow missed any other signs.

Moving along his gallery, he was looking for other missed signs, while stroking his own cock. He could feel the excitement inside as he peered closer at the semi nude images of the quarterback. He noticed the way the nipples looked firm and erect, and he felt his mouth going dry. Licking his lips he stared at those two perfect nipples, and there was no mistaking it, they were erect too.

Ken was absorbed by the missed signs as his breathing became ragged and shallow. His hand was moving quickly along his throbbing cock shaft, making him stand a bit funny, as he continued to look at Jason’s photos. His mind refused to accept what it was seeing, yet inside he couldn’t deny the evidence before him. Jason looked aroused, the flesh looked hard and taught and as he stared down the body, his eyes noticed the thigh muscles. They were taut and rigid.

His hand moved faster as he stared at the long legs. He could see the hair along the lower legs, the thickness of it that slowly grew more sparse as his eyes moved up the legs, to show the side view of his torso. The way the ass cheeks looked now seemed different than he had remembered. They looked tight just as the thighs did. It was almost as if the impossible was actually true, that Jason was aroused. He still found it hard to believe, but his eyes returned to stare at the crotch shots again.

There was no mistaking the erection held inside. He could see the slight ridge of the cock head too. Ken licked his lips as his body continued to shake. The simple thought that Jason had been turned on, was hard to accept, but the proof was there. He could see it with his own eyes, and he felt the sweat dripping off his own forehead, as his eyes just stared at the bulge.

His legs grew taut as his eyes closed. The image of that cock still burned on his memory as he stroked his cock. Faster and faster his hand went, as his body shuddered. He wasn’t thinking now, as he could hear himself moan. Ken was close to cumming as the shadow of that hard pole flashed across his vision. He was breathing hard, excited in a way he hadn’t experienced before, as his hand held his own cock harder. He could feel the skin burning his fingers as he shook. His own voice moaning its pleasure made him stroke his cock even faster. He was cumming, he could feel his balls releasing their man juice and all he could think of, was how good it would feel to shoot it all over that finely chiselled chest of Jason. To have his milk splatter across that chest, to coat those firm erect nipples. It made him groan loudly, as his body shook in an uncontrollable shudder.

His hand felt the hot sticky cum shooting out. He cried out and kept his hand moving at a frantic pace. His body shook and shuddered as he felt himself cum. He jerked his cock, shaking it a few times, getting every drop out before he leaned backwards, against the desk. His butt felt the edge of the metal desk, and he sighed, slowly relaxing his body. Ken pulled his hand out from his shorts, caked in his cum. He finally opened his eyes to once more see the array of pictures of Jason. A smile crossed his lips as he saw that close up.

The cough startled him as he turned his head around quickly. Panic suddenly tore at him as he saw the tall figure in the doorway to his office. His eyes opened wide in alarm as he recognized the figure. He couldn’t move, as he stared out at the tall figure, his pants still down at his ankles, his chest still heaving. No way could he explain this as he felt the eyes bearing down on him. Ken had known fear before, but this was different. It must be what a deer must feel like when spotted by a pair of bright lights. His body quivered as the figure in the doorway spoke.

‘You did say you would do private shoots?’

It took Ken a few seconds to understand the words, but as the figure stepped into the office, he heard the door close behind the tall young man. He had a strange grin across his mouth, along with a rather mischievous glint in his eyes. He just nodded as Jason stepped closer. Turning away from Ken, he looked over at the pictures of himself displayed across the wall.

Pointing to one of the photos, he spoke with a husky voice. ‘I like that one, where I am pretending to be taking the snap’

Bookworm Seduction

By Ian Kovnats ( Gaystoryman )

Copyright © 2007 ? All Rights Reserved

19, hung, and good looking, so what else did he need? It wasn’t like his grades were all that bad. Maybe it was a struggle but fuck, a guy needed a social life. He couldn’t just keep his nose buried in some ancient book when there were hot asses waiting to get stuffed. Maybe he had gone a bit overboard so far this year, but there was so much fresh meat to taste, to explore that he just didn’t have the time to waste away doing some dumb ass project or write some lame paper.

Damien knew he wasn’t the greatest student around, but he managed. High School had been a rush, not for the classes, but all those willing bodies that enjoyed his brand of attention. After all he was not just popular because of his looks, but his abilities on the football field. He knew how to run, how to catch, and had made some rather spectacular plays. Enough that he had a scholarship to this dump. Maybe Professor ‘Holier Than Thou’ Hanson should keep that in mind next time he wanted to lecture him.

Maybe he should have warned him, but then he had to admit, the old geezer wasn’t someone he wanted to fuck with. The guy was smart and he wasn’t going to risk it all, just to mess with some old fossil professor. Still it rankled as he ran his hand through his hair, giving it a rather rakish look. He had accepted the man’s stern warning, meekly despite the urge to just smack the asshole. He liked the ride he got from his scholarship, and the play time too.

Risking it all wasn’t in his best interests, which was why he had agreed to the whole tutor idea. Course he had managed to be the one to decide who to have help him, not that there were a whole lot of choices. Still, he liked having some control, which was why he had chosen Stuart. The Professor had been a bit surprised by his choice, but had accepted it. That was what counted, and it had given him some small satisfaction too.

One thing he had learned, was to plan. You had to have a game plan and he had one. Most of those available were, well, too ethical or just too into their own little power trips. Stuart was a mouse, easy to confuse too and a good plan always involved the element of surprise. He also had done his homework in that department, thanks to a heads up from his student adviser. Some careful advance scouting had helped.

Damien knew that Stuart was one of those who had no one around him. He was basically an outcast, that even the other nerds and geeks ignored. He didn’t fit their criteria, which made him a perfect mark for some flattery, and attention. Something Damien was good at doing, when on the prowl. He smirked as he took one last look in the mirror, hearing the knock on the dorm room door. ‘Showtime’ he thought as he threw himself a kiss and went to let his knew tutor in and to set his plan in motion.

Opening the door he saw a pile of books and a sort of messed mess of hair poking out over the top of the stack. Stuart had arrived, and as he had expected, looking like the typical geek. His scouting had told him that Stuart was not overly tall. Barely 5ft 10in and was nothing more than maybe 120 pounds. Not even enough meat on him for a half way decent tackling dummy, but he was considered to be a real brain. Only 18, he was already in his second year at the University.

While that was impressive, if you were into that stuff, it also meant that he was a real odd ball. Looking at him, Damien felt like he had won the lottery. This was a true rookie, and as he showed him, applying all the charm he could, he realized that it would be like taking candy from a baby.  Just the way the guy’s eyes lit up when he opened the door, never mind how huge they had gotten when he had taken some of the books from him, like he cared about his awkward situation of holding them all and walking at the same time.

In some ways it was comical. Stuart had a pasty white face, in contrast to Damien’s own well tanned face. His hair was askew, while every strand of Damien’s was neatly in place. He towered over the young man, which seemed to intimidate Stuart. His eyes kept darting all over the room, never settling on any one particular spot. He couldn’t seem to look at Damien in the face either, which rather amused him. He liked the obvious power he already had over the mouse, and felt excited that his plan would work just fine. So much for Professor Hanson’s threat. This would be almost too easy. Like some pro team taking on a High School team.

He gave Stuart the good chair, pulling up the other less comfortable one, to sit next to the guy. He could feel his nervousness, the way his chest was already heaving from the closeness of their two bodies. Smiling inside, he knew that Stuart was feeling the lust, the sexual attraction. He had chosen well, he thought as he played his role to the hilt. Stuart wasn’t even aware of being played, or so Damien thought.

After an hour of going through the script, of listening to that reed like voice explain the concept, Damien leaned over, letting his body touch Stuarts. It was by design and he felt the electricity, the fear too. Stuart’s body shuddered from the contact, which only encouraged Damien more. He was like a wild lion on the prowl, sensing the prey’s fear, readying himself to pounce.

As the prey began to babble, Damien knew he had him. After suggesting a small break, he leaned back and stared right at Stuart. He could see that his look was discomforting to the younger man, saw him flush even and averted his eyes. Damien made appropriate sounds, thanking him for giving up a Saturday to help him, which was quickly answered to. It also gave him the opening he needed, as Stuart told him that Saturday was just an ordinary night for him.

Following it up hard, he began to probe, to make sure his assumptions were right. He found out that Stuart had never gone to his High School prom. More and more he probed, until he finally got Stuart to surrender. It was too easy, as Stuart started talking about how he never had the nerve to ask anyone out, or how his school work had always taken priority. Damien made out like he admired his dedication, but then turned it into more sexual talk, describing how it felt the first time he had been sucked off. Not once did he let on that it was from a guy, and as he talked, describing in vivid detail the whole process, he knew he had been right. Stuart was a virgin.

A quick glance down, Damien could tell that his sex talk was working. He was a little surprised at the size of the bulge in the guy’s crotch, but hell even geeks could have a decent sized cock. He smiled, hoping that the outward signs would be bore out when he finally got into the guy’s pants. Least then it wouldn’t be a total waste. The idea of Stuart actually having a larger cock made him press even more.

As Stuart tried to deflect the talk, and get them back to studying, Damien leaned in closer, feigning interest as he put his muscular arm over the back of Stuart’s chair. The closeness only seemed to make Stuart perspire more. Damien could see the tiny beads rolling down his face. He continued to talk about some of his sexual exploits, making each one more lurid, more detailed. He hinted at them not being with women too, and for the first time since he had arrived, he could see Stuart starting to sneak glances at him.

He heard him suck in his breath, smelling his cologne and so he leaned in closer. Damien found small things to compliment Stuart with, including how he liked his choice of cologne. It was rather a surprise too, as it was one of his favourites fragrances. Strange to find a geek wearing it, but it would make it all a bit easier. He found himself enjoying the hunt more and more. His hand moved from the back of the chair, to rest on Stuart’s shoulder.

The touch made the young man jump a little, but Damien didn’t give him a chance to think, as he began to ask him a question about the problem. He rattled on, his hand just resting on the young man’s shoulder. Damien felt the excitement, and as he spoke, he couldn’t help but notice how he was stealing glances at Damien, at his crotch. Smiling he was glad he had chosen to wear the thin cotton pants. They weren’t exactly tight fitting, but they did show his underwear off, and if he was aroused, they showed that too. Much better than a pair of tight jeans, as he managed to force his cock to stiffen. After all, it was part of the plan.

From the first time he had noticed Stuart being aroused, he had kept the pressure up. That hard bulge never once seemed to go down, which impressed him. He continued to keep glancing at it, and began to let Stuart catch him at it. There was no mistaking the guy’s change in demeanour. His face was more flushed than ever, and the sweat never seemed to stop. It inspired Damien who made a comment about it, then handed Stuart a towel.

He made out like the room was always hot, and that despite his complaints, nothing seemed to ever work. Quickly he brought up that it was one reason why he usually hated working in the room, or that when he had no choice, he usually did his work more or less undressed. All Stuart could answer with, was to gulp for air and nod while murmuring that his room was like that too, and that he too would work shirtless.

Damien jumped on it, and said well hell, why suffer and immediately took his own shirt off. He flexed his muscles a little, showing off and watched the way Stuart’s eyes devoured the vision suddenly in front of him. Damien tossed his shirt to the far corner, right in front of Stuart’s vision. He ran his hand down his chest as he looked at Stuart, waiting.

Stuart looked like a deer caught in the headlights. He turned his head from one side to the other, unsure what to do. Damien smiled as he could see his torment. He wanted to take his shirt off, but was too nervous.

‘Here, let me help you, after all we are both guys, no big deal to work comfortably’

Stuart had his eyes wide open as Damien reached over and pulled up the shirt. He had the thin fabric up over Stuart’s head before he could voice any objection, and grimaced at the thin pasty chest. He could see the ribs sticking out at the sides. The guy had no meat to him as he yanked the shirt off and tossed it over towards his bed. He noticed how Stuart licked his lips, while watching his shirt fall on top of Damien’s rumbled bed.

‘You could use a bit of a workout, there. You always been this thin?’

‘Uh, yeah, I uh, I mean…’

“I can help you put a bit of muscle on that frame, I mean if you want.’

‘Yeah, yeah sure, but uh.. I mean you really don’t have… uh…’

‘No problem, after all, you are helping me out, so no big deal in returning the favour, hell in fact I bet in a few weeks of some basic routines, you’ll not recognize the change.’

‘Really? I mean, it would be nice to uh, well you know.’

Damien smiled as he had him. Stuart was bubbling and was clearly imagining himself changed, with some muscles. Naturally it wouldn’t be that quick, but he didn’t know that.

‘Look, why don’t I show you a few basic routines now? I mean we been at this for a bit, let’s take a break and I’ll show you the basics, so you can work on it until our next session?’

He watched as Stuart stared at him. For the first time he managed to look right at Damien, and there was no mistaking the gratitude being shown in the eyes. Damien felt his chest puff out a bit, as he felt the growing certainty of success for his plan. Stuart quickly agreed and Damien felt him stare at him as he stood up, stretched and walked over to his bed.

He pulled a pillow off, and tossed it onto the floor. He unbuckled his belt and kicking his shoes off, he dropped his pants. He didn’t turn around for a second, letting Stuart stare at his buttocks. The feeling of his eyes fixed on his butt, made him grin. He flexed his cheeks a little, then turned around.

‘Can’t workout with pants, okay, so let’s start with some basic, so why don’t you come here, kick your shoes off, and pants. Then lay down with the pillow just under your head, on your neck’

Damien watched with his eyes half closed. He didn’t want to give it away just yet. As Stuart hesitantly stood up, the bulge in his crotch looked even larger than before. He licked his lips and turned around to grab another pillow. He tossed it next to the one on the floor and stretched himself out, so he would be next to Stuart.

He watched as Stuart now stood next to him, looking down at the pillow and then over at Damien. His eyes were wide open as he slowly kicked his shoes off, not once did they move away from staring at Damien’s own bulge. It was going as planned and as he saw him slowly undo his pants, he watched with interest.

Stuart wore jockey shorts. There was no mistaking the huge tent pole sticking up, and Damien was a bit surprised. The cock sticking up at him was a damn site larger than he gave Stuart credit for having. He licked his lips as he couldn’t help himself. Staring at that rather long looking cock, a tell tale wet spot at the tip made him excited. His own cock was suddenly stiffening without any conscious thought.

‘Not what you expected, is it?’

The question startled him as he brought his eyes to stare over at Stuart. The tone of the voice was different, less hesitant than before, and in looking at him, he saw the knowing smile on his face. His head was propped up and Stuart turned his body, so that his aroused cock was now pointing right at Damien.

He tried to bluff it out, but as he heard himself stammering, he saw Stuart move his hands down his thin boney body, and then watched in amazement as the fingers hooked around the thin waist band of the shorts. Licking his lips constantly now, he shut up, as he watched the hands slowly begin to push the thin white material down.

First was the growing patch of wiry dark pubic hairs. He saw them come into view, and then more and more hairs began to show. The hard cock was pushed down, and he saw the first sign of skin showing from out of the mound of hair. His hand moved down to his own crotch, to push at his cock as Stuart continued to push the shorts downwards. The view of the bent cock shaft was growing and Damien knew that soon he’d see the whole thing pop out from behind the white curtain.

Now it was his turn to sweat as Stuart suddenly stopped. The cock was straining at the last of the jockey shorts. He could see it straining as he moved his eyes to stare up at Stuart. There was no mistaking the satisfied look in those eyes as Stuart slowly and very deliberately began to lick his own lips. It was making him crazy as he watched the tongue slowly move across those pale thin lips, reaching up to the corner and almost licking at them.

The eyes now bore directly at him. He squirmed a little as his hand wrapped around his own throbbing cock. The surprise was evident in his face but he didn’t care. The almost visible cock was once more beckoning to him as he let his eyes go back down, to stare at it. He was waiting, his own desire overpowering his reasoning as Stuart suddenly spoke, a soft yet commanding tone in his voice. He didn’t quite grasp the words as he replied, waiting for a repeat.

‘I said, explain to me the concept in the problem we been working on, and you can have a nice long taste of this.’

As he said it, he saw the hands jiggle the waist band, making the hard cock being held wiggle. He looked up as he heard the words echo in his head. They had been said softly, but with a sense of command that he hadn’t expected. He searched Stuart’s face and realized he wasn’t the only one with a plan.

He thought hard, wanting to give the right answer because he did want to taste it, to see it and hold it between his lips. Rattling off the answer, his eyes moved back up towards Stuarts then back down to the boy’s crotch. The hands moved down and suddenly it was there, staring right at him. Pre cum was already oozing out, and he didn’t even hear Stuart tell him he was right, as he leaned over and placed his hands on the boy’s hips.

His head was posed over the very long thick cock. Glancing up briefly, he smiled, and then drove his head down onto the throbbing pole. Fuck, he thought, as he tasted the pre cum and swallowed it quickly as his head moved down the hot thick cock, this wasn’t quite how he had planned to get a taste of cock tonight.

His hands tightened on Stuarts hips, touching bone immediately but he didn’t care as he sucked on the huge pole. It had a sort of salty taste to the flesh, as he felt his tongue licking at the underside of the blood filled pole. It didn’t take long either for him to hear Stuart’s shallow panting. His nose pressed hard into the young man’s groin with each downward thrust of his head. His lips pressing into the soft groin and then sliding slowly upwards, dragging the skin a little. He felt it thicken with each suck on that pole, and then he felt the hands on his head, pushing his head down more.

It wasn’t long before he felt the muscles contracting in the hips, and he felt the legs stiffen underneath him, as the moans suddenly filled the room. He closed his eyes again, tasting the cock as he felt the two scrawny hands with long tapered fingers hold his head, pressing it down hard. The hips under his own fingers arched upwards, to let the body meet Damien’s falling head.

The cry was loud, and he felt the cock head rearing back. He knew it was about to explode and he gripped tighter, pulling the boy’s hips upwards, driving the cock deep into his throat. It still surprised him as the cock head jerked and then suddenly shot forward, pushing a heavy thick stream of cum into the bottom of his throat.

Damien gagged as the cum filled his throat and then his mouth before he could gain control and swallow. It tasted salty as it filled his belly, and before it had all gone down, the second load was already filling his mouth. He tightened his lips around the trembling cock shaft in his mouth, but cum still dribbled out from the corners of his mouth. The hips sunk back down and he felt the long whimpering moan escape Stuart’s lips as the cock finally stopped its wild jerking motion.

He pulled his head up off the cock to look up at Stuart. He was grinning, and with one hand, he ruffled Damien’s hair.

‘Wait till you see what you get if you ace the next pop quiz’

Damien stared open mouthed at the younger man. He had been blind sided.