Episode Two
I had just put a frozen dinner in the oven and I was sitting at my computer, surfing through random websites. I came across I hot little porn page; this chick on there had the biggest fucking tits a man could ask for. I started surfing through the various pictures and I was getting hard as hell. In one image, a muscular white dude and a black guy, with huge cocks were ramming a cute brunette from both ends. She took it like a pro, though! My dick was starting to strain badly in my trunks. My underwear weren't that tight, but I do have a pretty big cock (they tell me!) I was just about to get down and dirty with little Mr. Neamo, when I was interrupted!
KNOCK...KNOCK!
Why the hell is it that someone is always knocking at my door? Without any warning, the visitor just barged in the door. I had forgotten to lock it yet again. As I turned around, my anxiety diminished. It was my roommate, Paul. From his facial expression, I could tell that he wasn't at all interested or freaked out by seeing me with my dick in my hand(he's walked in on similar situations before.)
"Hey Tom-Tom! You wanna put that away and help me with somethin'?" Paul said coyly, he knew I hated that nickname.
"Oh fuck you! Why the hell did you knock man?"
"Well, I was hopin' you'd open the door and give me a hand with these boxes..." He motioned towards the door with a nod, "I don't know if I want that hand though; apparently you were busy with Lil' Nelson--"
"Mr. Neamo." I corrected and laughed. I pulled my shorts on and stood up. I still had a pretty big hard-on; it wasn't going down. I sauntered to the hallway to see exactly what I was assisting with. Paul had already begun to bring a few boxes in. There were about four others just like still sitting in the hall. I grabbed three and Paul came back for the final box. They were big file boxes, like the kind one might keep important papers in for storage. When we had moved them all to the bottom of Paul's closet, he stared at them a minute as if he were thinking about what they were for. I was curious, just what the fuck was all this junk?
"What's in the boxes, Petey?" I asked. Paul's last name was DeLuca. People had developed a nickname for him combining his first and last initials, "P.D." Over the years, it had evolved into Petey, because of the similarity in the sound. Paul didn't give me an answer. He threw me a look of distain, as if to tell me he was disappointed by my question somehow.
"I guess I'm playing secretary for Miss Special..."
I knew exactly whom he was referring to. Just thinking about her, finally withered my semi-erection. Tina Murray, one of the assistant RAs of the dorms, drops by our rooms every now and then. When she comes, Paul always seems uneasy. I didn't really understand the dynamics of their relationship (nor would he discuss it with me). Originally I had assumed she was Paul's girlfriend, but he denied that and gave me the impression that he extremely disliked her. She had asked Paul to store things in our apartment many time. She said it was because we lived off-campus, and she didn't like the nosey students at the university to know her private business. She was a very shady and suspicious person.
I remember one incident when Tina had come by. She was acting like she had had the worse day possible. She was overly annoyed at something, but when I asked if she wanted to "let out some steam", she just rolled her eyes and asked me to get Paul. Even though his room was only about twenty steps from the living room, Tina always asked me to retrieve him. I remember that they had gone into his room. Hushed chatter could scarcely be heard. After about fifteen minutes, the both finally emerged. Tina strangely let on that she was much happier, however Paul looked pissed as all hell. I was really curious as to exactly what their relationship was.
"Why do you do all this stuff for her?" I had asked this many times before, I assumed, as with every other time, he wouldn't tell me anything, but I hoped for a possible change. It soon became apparent, that he wasn't gonna give me the change I wanted. His eyes became really big and he started to scream.
"I told you I can't talk about it Tom...I told you!" His face had turned red but his emotion changed from anger to vulnerbility. He collapsed on the couch, face in hands, and started to tear. "Why the fuck do you do this to me?!..." He said breathlessly; he was crying. I didn't know I would make him this upset. I figured all the summer term papers and the parties had really stressed him out. He was crashing...and crashing hard!
"I'm sorry P, I didn't mean to make you angry, man...I was just curious that's all...I mean, she really seems to tick you off, so I just--"
Wiping his eyes, he interrupted a little more sternly, "Listen, just don't ask. I don't want you to get into any of this; it's not worth it. I just have to do it Tom, okay? I just do..." Once again his eyes were releasing tears. I stood there staring at him. I felt really bad about asking him, though I still didn't see it as a big deal. He just kept crying so finally I walked over to him lifted him on to his feet and, in an effort to show my sympathy, I gave him the biggest bear hug I could. My dad used to do the same for me when I was younger. He responded by hugging me back. We released our embrace and I looked in to his eyes. Trying to give a sincere expression, I said softly, "Dude...I'm sorry...okay?"
He stared at me and gave me a half-smile. We stood there staring at each other for, what seemed like, ten minutes, but in reality was only a short passing. This was an awkward moment for me...very awkward. He finally broke the silence and said with a sheepish smile, "Okay...I forgive you..." Then he hugged me again. This time, it seemed different, and it was much longer. He loosened his grip and I felt his hands slowly moving down to the small of my back...and then he clenched on to me again, this time cupping my ass. The whole time, he never broke our eye contact. He smiled on last time before he moved closer to my face and quickly put his lips against mine. I kinda felt like I should stop him, but in many other ways, I felt that I had made him do this. Also, it wasn't half as bad as I had thought I could be, previously. I started to say something, but when I opened my mouth, he took the opportunity, and stuck his tongue to the back of my throat.
At first, I drew back a little, but eventually we were tongue kissing as if we did this all the time. My dick was getting hard again. I never got hard from kissing, but now I had a boner from making out-- with a guy! I guess Paul noticed it too, because he pulled me in by my ass, so our crotches were touching. I could feel the pressure in his jeans as well. He ended our kiss and looked into my eyes again. At that moment, it was almost as if I could see some kind of seductive fire burning within his pupils. His eyes looked so much different then I had ever noticed. There was something very lustful about them. Paul smiled at me and then he broke the silence for the first time since he had hugged me.
"So now you've made it up to me, right?" He smiled again. Somewhat out of breath I replied, "Yeah...I guess so..." I added a short, low chuckle. Paul spoke again.
"Well now I need to make something up to you...." He glanced down towards my stomach.
"What do you mean? What did you do?" I asked, thoroughly confused.
