The Arrangement 2: Getting His Ass Eaten (nc tt mm hs oral)
by Eric Lane
© August 20000
Brad enjoyed - sometimes almost craved for the nightly blowjobs and jerking off of his cock for the two weeks he had been living in the same dorm room as Gene. He never came so many times in a day or in a week in his young life. But tonight, after playing basketball with some other guys (he didn't know too well), he was exhausted. He had four beers and that made him buzzed - nearly drunk (he couldn't handle his liquor). The alcohol had a stronger effect because he was tired too. Brad stayed up the previous night pretty late studying - and then, when he went to bed to "sleep", he was kept awake (though he didn't let on to Gene he was awake) by Gene's sucking on his cock and balls. That went on for almost two hours before Brad came - and then he had only 3 hours of sleep. He loved having his dick sucked, but some nights he wished the sessions would be fast and not prolonged over hours. Still, he felt lucky. Nothing could beat having your dick sucked and your body virtually worshipped - and all you had to do was just be clean, and lay back.
Normally Brad's nightly routine would include a nice long hot shower, before turning in, wearing just underwear (sometimes boxers, more often white briefs) and a loose t-shirt. He would spend awhile in the shower washing himself - particular his cock and balls, in preparation for his nightly blowjob. Brad never realized how hot he was - at least to Gene, and that Gene would have gladly licked the dirty smelling sweat off every inch of Brad. Brad thought - as part of this unspoken "arrangement", that he had to wash up and shower in order for him to get the blowjob - that no person would want to go down on a dick that was sweaty and smelling. So for three weeks that was the routine - the arrangement. There were nights when he was so tired he just crashed on his bed, forgetting to shower at first. He would then remember and force himself to take a shower and clean up. The blowjobs and jerking off of his cock by Gene felt so good. Some nights he wanted it to go on and on. Gene never seemed to tire, sucking, polishing Brad's sensitive cockhead for hours it seemed, while gently grasping his shaft and slowly moving his hand up and down while lightly touching his loose warm balls.
But tonight Brad really was so tired and buzzed. He staggered upstairs the dorm hall to his room, having alittle difficulty fitting his key into the keyhole. God I'm fuckin tired Brad thought.
Gene was there (as he always was), studying at his desk with just his desk lamp on. Brad slurred a friendly hello and goodnight to Gene, staggering to his bed.
Brad was wearing a sweaty t-shirt, and a long pair of sweaty red basketball type shorts. Underneath he was wearing white boxer briefs. He was too tired for a blowjob (at least he thought he was). And since this was all done without the other person knowing (i.e. the "arrangement"), Brad couldn't say anything. It would just happen. There was nothing in the "arrangement" to stop it from happening.
Brad thought that if he broke the routine - if he didn't take a shower and left on his dirty clothes, that would be the signal needed to Gene. Brad thought that he would be so skanky that Gene wouldn't want to give him head this night. Yes, Brad thought that would work. Brad also thought that if he slept on this stomach, with his sweaty clothes still on (and his body unwashed) Gene would have to leave him alone- he couldn't get to his dick (and nor would he want to). Being straight, Brad had no idea that he was leaving open to attack apart of his body that Gene was dying for weeks to lick and suck at: his tight virgin bubble butt ass.
It never occurred to Brad that anyone would want to stick their tongue up his dirty ass or anyone's. It was too gross and perverted to think about. How could anyone do that? He couldn't imagine it even being enjoyable - and he never thought about it as a sex act. He never heard of "rimming" - he never in his wildest fantasies thought a girl would do that. The thought wouldn't have even turned him on. Like a lot of straight guys, he didn't think of his total body as a sexual object of lust - well, maybe his cock and balls. Maybe his chest. But that was it. So he felt safe, sleeping on his stomach. That would solve the problem. No way was there anything left for Gene to get to. He could have Brad the next night when he was more rested - just not this night. Another new routine to the unspoken "arrangement".
With that, Brad quickly fell into a deep sleep. He started to feel in a dreamlike daze - still sleeping, but suddenly he felt something tickle his thighs. No - it felt pleasurable now. A slow touching, licking..it was someone or something licking his legs and thighs.
My god - what was that, he thought.
He was sleeping but instead of coming out of it, he felt like he was floating and in a daze. It increased the sensual feelings. He almost gasped when the tongue went to the small of his back, licking back and forth, up and down. He wanted to stop it - though it felt good. So good. But he was feeling queasy - after all, he had played basketball. He was sweaty and dirty still - and he felt grungy. Now this tongue - Gene - was slowly licking his lower back, darting it in his shorts' waistband. It was sending shivers up and down Brad's body with a growing anticipation of what would happen next.
Gene was beside himself almost. Here was this beautiful straight boy laid out on his stomach, wearing sweaty t-shirt and shorts, dead to the world. He was hoping for a night like this - and was surprised (but happy) that Brad changed his routine. He wanted to taste Brad's natural body sweat and odors. He wanted to smell what the boy's underwear smelled like after he wore them all day - nestling his nose close to the underwear covered balls - and inhaling the accumulation of the day's odors. He wanted to stare at him close, seeing him lying there wearing those tight white underwear, examining them close on how they fitted and stretched over his butt and crotch. He liked sucking him off after he showered too - and smelling his clean body. But this was going to be a special treat - and hopefully, perhaps - a new addition to the "arrangement".
Gene could smell Brad's strong boysweat even a few feet from his bed. Gene felt almost intoxicated from the Brad's odors. . As he got closer Gene was greeted with the heat released odors of beer, sweat and slight scent of old aftershave cologne. Brad always made it a point to put some on his face and chest after shaving. Gene lowered his fat face closer and closet to the boy's tight bubble butt, smelling the scent there. He lifted up the boy's t-shirt, pushing it up to his shoulders, exposing his entire lightly tanned back. He licked every inch. Brad wanted to scream out moaning. It felt so good, yet he was ashamed that he didn't take a shower. Brad knew he smelled and was dirty. Gene wouldn't want to suck him down there. It would probably gross Gene out - he probably wouldn't do this or give him head ever again. That bothered Brad more than he cared to admit - he only wanted to stop Gene from messing with him tonight. Not everynight.
What Brad didn't know that the smell - the sweat - the sweaty clothes - were aphrodisiacs to Gene. After pulling down Brad's long shorts, his white tight underwear was exposed, stretching over his bubblebutt.
Aaaah - how cute this boy looked in tightie whities Gene thought. He loved that expression, his fat cock leaking precum just saying it to himself and seeing Brad lying there in his underwear.
Gene kneaded the boy's buttcheeks gently, as if massaging some sore away, through the underwear. His fingers lightly outlined the waistband from as far as he could go, then the outline of the leg openings, and finally up and down the indentation of Brad's ass crack. He brought his face down to the white underwear, near the area where Brad's scrotum was partially squished and hidden away from the weight of his sleeping body. He could the underwear - and what this cute straight boy smelled like all day. Gene probed; fondled and touched Brad's underwear covered butt for another 10 minutes and then walked back to his desk to get his camera. He needed to take a few pictures of this boy. He had to.
Brad's butt was everything Gene was hoping it would be. Now it was time for the unveiling. Pulling down slowly, very slowly his white tight underwear, Gene exposed Brad's milky white ass - two half melons, clenched slightly. His butt cheeks were smooth and unmarred by any scars or pimples. His crack was hairless too -, as was his virgin asshole. He parted it with both hands gently to take a peek at the butthole.
My god, Gene thought, dizzy almost with lust.
Brad's buttcheeks were sweaty -, as was his ass-crack - which was very moist with his boysweat. The odor was strong ,very strong. The sweat worked up from the earlier basketball game mixed heavily with the slight smell of piss - and musky vinegar type odors. Gene was in heaven (so was Brad, almost biting his tongue in pleasure. But he was alittle ashamed having someone stare at his most intimate private part - his quivering tight puckered asshole . It was embarrassing, even if he knew that Gene had already seen up close (for weeks now) his cock, balls - well, his entire front of his body. It was almost humiliating to have someone else just stare at your most intimate body parts - especially your butthole.
But for Brad, it was still impossible to believe that anyone would want to lick him there. His body wasn't squeaky clean from the shower it was sweaty, alittle dirty with a nice strong boy odor. He felt Gene would back away from his butt once he realized he needed a shower badly. He thought Gene just wanted to check him out there. But it felt good to have his buttcheeks and back massaged and touched. Part of Brad wanted it to go and on - it felt so hot. The other part wished he had taken a shower so he could turn over and have his cock sucked. Maybe that would happen -though he wasn't sure if he could cum from just having his ass cheeks kissed and licked. It felt hot - and he was now totally aroused. It did everything NOT to rub his hard cock against his sheets and stomach. It was killing him to remain still and not make a sound.
My god my god - this felt so good. It was unbelievable Brad thought. My god.
He felt Gene move up slightly, putting a bottle of Rush under his right nostril, closing his left, and covering his mouth - forcing him to breath the poppers. Then repeated it with his left nostril.
Brad immediately sunk further into a sexual daze - a rush of hot erotic sensual feelings. He didn't care what Gene did to him now - just make him cum. Keep licking. Keeping sucking. He felt he was sinking further in his bed. The buzz from the beers and being tired added to the feeling.
Suddenly he felt Gene's hands part his clenched butt cheeks. Brad wanted to gasp - but bit his tongue. It tried to keep it clenched and tight, but couldn't resist the assault of Gene's hands and tongue. It took all his will power not squirm and buckle when Gene lowered his face and tongued his ass crack - and then darted his tongue into the virgin hole, smelling it, licking it, tasting it.
My god ,my god Brad thought. This guy is licking my butt hole - my dirty butthole!!!! How perverted!!! My God!!!!! I should stop it!!!!! But he couldn't. The feeling was more hot and Brad was so turned on he was going crazy. His young hard cock was now steel hard, pressed up against his muscled taut stomach and rubbing ever so slightly against the sheets. His head and face were buried in his pillow, and hit bit hard on the edge of the pillow to suppress his moaning. He was in a daze.
Now all he wanted was for Gene to stop and jerk him off - he needed to cum. But he just couldn't turn over now so Gene could get to his cock. After having his virgin butt eaten, he couldn't face Gene if they both knew about it.
Gene was so turned on he could have licked, tongue Brad's butt, crack and asshole for hours more. He lapped at the bottom of the boy's slightly hairy scrotum, squished up against the bedsheets and his lower body. He loved staring at the puckered hole, that was faintly darker than the rest of his milky white butt. For someone who didn't shower, his butthole was surprisingly clean - though sweaty (his crack was too). He loved Brad's smell. He went back to his desk, got his high-speed camera again and took several pictures of the boy (as he did every night). He even parted the boy's crack to get several close up shots of his asshole.
He knew Brad would enjoy the asslicking - even if he was passed out. Gene wanted to increase Brad's pleasure by jerking him off and playing with his dick. So he gently lifted up the boy's lower body, lifting his stomach slightly, and grabbed gently for his cock and balls. Gene was surprised to feel how hard Brad was - his cock was steel hard. The cockhead was dripping with precum. Gene knew from the past two weeks, that the boy's cock would be wet with some precum - but it now the precum was almost flowing. At fist Gene thought the boy came - but he hadn't. Gene was very careful touching Brad's hard rod, lifting it like it was going to explode at the slightest movement. Patiently, Gene gently moved the cock downwards (it was not easy because it was so hard). Once it was pointing down, he carefully lowered Brad's stomach and body back on the bed. He spread the boy's thighs and legs out, exposing more of his butt and crotch. Peeking out from under his stomach and groin was his steel hard cock and swollen balls. Now Gene had access to both - though not to Brad's entire shaft, but this would do. He could make the boy cum now.
Gene slowly again licked up and down the boy's crack, darting his tongue in his hole, sending waves and waves of ecstasy into Brad. His entire body was hot and sensitive to any touch now. Gene gave the sleeping boy another hit of Rush, pinching one nostril then the other. It gave Gene a pure erotic high to think that this sleeping straight boy was being aroused without knowing about it - and his sleeping mind was now spinning in pure ecstasy and pleasure. Gene concentrated on the asshole, sticking his tongue in as far as it would go. He thought he heard the boy moan. He then licked down the boy's area between his asshole and scrotum, and then lapped at his balls. Then he licked slowly the brad's steel hard cock - the 2 or 3 inches he could get to, the cock lying flat against the sheet. The head was leaking enormous amounts of pre cum - he licked at the spongy head over and over, swirling his tongue while his fingers played with the boy's asscheeks and crack.
Brad was almost beside himself in pleasure. He couldn't believe what he was feeling - and he was in a daze from the beers and the Rush. It felt like two or three people working on his body. It was incredible. It was somehow even more sexy lying flat on his stomach while someone was eating his ass - EATING his ass while sucking on his balls and dick - all at the same time.
Jesus - god - Brad wanted to moan and scream. He was close - very close to cumming now. But everytime he felt like his cock was going to explode, Gene would pull back or gently pinch his cockhead to stop him. For another hour and half this went on.
Brad never thought he would enjoy gay sex - though he tried to tell himself this wasn't gay sex really. He was still straight - he wasn't doing anything back to Gene. But still - no matter what you called it, it felt good. Better than anything he felt with a girl - though he still loved girls. But for pure sexual pleasure - what was happening to him tonight - and the previous nights by Gene, couldn't be beat. Nothing, Brad thought in his dazed mind, could be better than this. My god..he imagined two girls - maybe three girls licking him back there. That cuased his dick to soften alittle. He couldn't imagine a girl - a pretty girl doing that. No..but he could imagine a guy like Gene - and maybe another guy like him - taking advantage - forcing this upon him, without his knowledge - maybe even against his will. Hell, he was drunk - and now Gene forced him to inhale poppers or whatever it was. He was dazed and confused - and to Gene, passed out. God, he DID feel good.
Gene put lubricant on Brad's meat and cockhead, and gently jerked the shaft up and down, polishing the cockhead before moving his hand down and starting over, and over and over. Slowly, then alittle faster, faster and faster, while he tongued and licked Brad's quivering asscheeks - darting his tongue into the tight virgin hole. He thought he heard the boy gasp, his body going rigid, and then suddenly gobs of white hot cum shooting out of his cock, onto the bedsheets, onto Gene's arm and hands. Gene quickly brought his face down between the boy's thighs and sucked the head, swallowing what loads still shot out.
Brad wanted to scream out in pleasure. This was the best and most intense orgasm he had to date from Gene - and the best ever in his life. He wanted this to happen again and again. It went on for nearly three hours. Brad was exhausted now - totally spent. He never came so much before he thought.
He now realized that Gene really did find him totatlly attractive. He would lick his body even if it was sweaty, smelly or dirty. Suddenly Brad felt like a complete sex object - and that strangely made him feel sexier than ever before. To have someone - even if it was a guy - love every part of your body - and would do these things to you just so you would be pleasured. He couldn't believe it. God, Brad thought, man I want this to go on forever. But I'm not gay another part of his brain kept saying over and over. I'm not gay.
Gene looked down at the passed out boy, his face still buried in the pillow. He had licked every drop of the boy's hot cum, even off the bed sheets, though the wet stains were still there. He stared at the boy's handsome muscled back, his beautiful bubble butt and crotch - spread out. God, it was great. He was perfect. Gene slowly pulled up the boy's underwear, and lovingly position Brad's now semi-hard cock in just the right way. He pulled up the long shorts, pulled down the t-shirt that was bunched up near his shoulders., bent down and sniffed the boy's neck and ears, and gave him a quick unexpected kiss on the back of his head. He covered him with a blanket, and went back to his bed, lying down (not even changing.)
I love this guy - everything about him Gene thought, in a daze from the long session. Without touching himself, he came while jerking off Brad and rimming the boy. Rimming this kid was better than he thought - especially because Brad didn't shower or change his clothes. He thought nothing could beat the first night he sucked Brad off. THAT was the most intense session he had with a guy - at least until tonight. He sniffed his fingers - smelling Brad's odors, and for some reason thought of his previous roommate Steve. Aaaah Steve. The one stud that he wasn't able to get. But at least now he got Brad. Brad made up for that. And everything more.
Gene was able to smell all the odors and flavors of this cute straight boy, right from him playing a hot sweaty game of basketball with those other straight guys. He was perfect. Just perfect. This needed to be added to the arrangement. After seeing how much Brad enjoyed it - and how much he came, Gene had no fear that it wouldn't. The arrangement was perfect.
To be continued
[Author's note: there might be a part 3 to this, depending on the response from readers. The story is sort of long as it is, and may not need a part 3. Let me know what you think - if you like this story and and ideas for Part 3 - Would you want to hear more about the adventures (and conquests) of Gene - or more about Brad? ]