Getting to Know My Floor

"Gawd, I'm so sore!" I exclaimed as I plopped down on the couch in the common room. Each floor in the dorm has one, and ours was at the end of the corridor just after the communal showers. The common room had a fridge, a table, chairs, sofas, a couch, and most importantly, a large TV and a kickass sound system. The equipment and stuff in the common room were mostly contributed by those staying on the floor, and the big-ticket items we chipped in with our savings. Most of the furniture was left by past residents, so we just had to replace a few chairs that were broken after a few years of horseplay. But the couch was the most comfortable place to lie down on, and I stretched myself fully across it. Everyone was out partying on Friday night, except Jack who was fucking some girls in our room, and Ionas who was rummaging through the fridge. Io was a postgraduate exchange student from Greece, complete with the rugged face and strapping body of a Greek god.

"What did you do now?" Io picked out a bowl of yoghurt -- Greek yoghurt, ha-ha -- and some blueberries. He was naked as always, openly defying dorm rules to 'be decent when in common areas', but nobody -- including our RA, Brent -- really gave a damn what we wore (or didn't wear). I idly wondered if being nude was considered decent in Greece, but I wasn't going to complain since it gave me plenty of material to wank over. Io trimmed his furry chest and pubes so his body was covered in a sparse layer of neat dark curls, but that did not detract from his gleaming tanned skin and bulging muscles.

"Coach had us do extra-extra laps today after swim practice," I groaned, trying to stretch out my tightly knotted muscles, but I only felt worse. I was wearing my usual running shorts, and I used the rough fabric of the couch to scratch a few itchy spots on my bare back. "And he made us do weights after that. And running. Coach just went crazy. Ow!"

"Looks like you need a massage," Ionas said, laying down his yoghurt on the table and pouring blueberries inside. I swear, all this Greek god ate were fruits and yoghurt. Maybe he got his muscles from drinking the nectar... of young men. LOL.

"Our team therapist is on leave," I whined. "He gives the best massages, I wish I could get one now."

"Well, I did some training as a sports massage therapist," Io offered, filling himself with yoghurt.

"Really? Are you offering?"

"I'm free for the night."

"Hey, I'm on!" I quickly got up. "We'll have to use your room though, Jack is... you know."

"No problem. Just come over when you're ready," Io picked up his yoghurt and exited the common room, leaving me to ogle his perfect ass, muscular thighs and broad back. I quickly gathered myself up and followed.

"Should I shower first?" I asked at Io's door.

"No, you'll just get dirty anyway," Ionas replied without turning back, but his tone was teasing and I could hear a dirty smirk. My mind ran into the gutter. God, he was so tempting right now. How will I be able to control myself? Do I even want to?

"What are you waiting for?" Io turned around, putting two bottles of oil on his bedside table. His cock, though soft, was six inches and nestled in dark curls. At his waist level, his lower abs tapered down in a deep V and very prominent cum gutters, before his muscular thighs led down to beautifully-sculpted calves and sinewy ankles. I have a soft spot for the hollows and valleys between tendons and bone, and the hollows on Io's ankles gave me sexual fantasies on the spot, highlighted by a few straps of raw leather tied loosely around them. I couldn't take my eyes off his ankles and strong arches.

"JP! J!" Ionas called me a few times. I must have zoned out in my feet fantasies. "Come in! You don't have to wait for me to invite you. Come and lie down on my bed." Oh, did he invite me into his bed now!

I slowly entered Ionas' room. It was dark except for a low warm light from a single lamp, and there was a sharp scent in the air, like citrus or basil. Underlying it was a heavy, woody musk that made my pulse quicken. Soft, soothing harp music played from a corner. I felt as if I was entering an ancient Greek boudoir in a haze of pheromones. I approached his bed in a daze and lay down slowly on my front, forgetting to remove my shorts. Io didn't comment.

"Good, we can begin." Ionas' bedsheets were fine silk, stimulating my sense of touch and giving me shivers in the warm night. I took and deep breath and inhaled his manly scent, which hung around his bed and surrounded me like a blanket. The aroma was different from that of my roommate Jack, who smelled like fresh jock sweat and sex and cum all the time; Io's scent was more sensual, that of a man confident in his masculinity and forward in his sexuality. Yet, there was something primal and wild about it, as if the earth itself was calling to me, like I was entering a den of lions and wild beasts. It was dangerous, intoxicating, and turning me on. I was getting hard, and moaned into his pillow.

"I haven't even touched you yet," Ionas mused. "Believe me, it gets much better."

"I certainly hope so," I replied, putting my hands up and stretching face down on his bed. I rubbed myself on his silk sheets, hoping to get some of his musk onto me. Maybe I should visit more often.

onas poured some oil onto the hollow of my back. It was warm and scented with olive and sandalwood. As it trickled sensuously down my spine and sides, Ionas laid his hands on my skin. It was electrifying to say the least: his warm palms sent sparks of lust and heat straight to my cock. My stomach lurched and I started sweating. God, if this was the effect that just his hands had on me, how will I survive getting a massage from him?

Before my thoughts could settle down, Io started caressing my back in slow, sure strokes, first lightly, then increasing his pressure with each pass. His hands felt like nothing I'd experienced before, soft and smooth as silk, yet firm and powerful like steel. Coupled with the scented oil, I relaxed completely and let out a loud groan.

"Oh... aahh..." I arched my back into his ploughing hands. "Oh, sorry for the noise... I can't help it... you're good... oh fuck..." I continued to moan like a slut in heat as I became putty in his hands.

"Don't worry, happens to everyone," there was a hint of amusement in Ionas' voice. "I'm just starting." His firm hands massaged my now-pliant back and dug into my shoulder muscles. I swam fly today, so my deltoids, lats and triceps were popped but especially sore, and his expert fingers dug deep into my muscles, kneading the fibers and making me totally boneless and relaxed. I was almost asleep when I felt his hands travel lower and he started massaging my thighs.

"Ooh, haha, ah..." I giggled. "I'm ticklish at the back of my thighs, hehe... sorry man." My face flushed as I started giggling and jerking uncontrollably while Io spread his palms down the back of my thighs and calves.

"Ah, no problem," Ionas clucked. "This might help." I felt him sit down on my buttocks. Turning my head back slightly, I saw that his bare ass was balanced on top of mine (still wearing shorts), and he was facing my feet, his own thighs spread wide, positioned outside mine. His hands continued to rub my thighs in between his legs, and the added pressure of his body on my butt distracted me enough that I didn't feel ticklish anymore. Instead, the intimate setting and his thighs so close to mine gave me other kinds of feelings. I started getting hard, but my erection was trapped in my shorts underneath me. I decided to just enjoy the massage and tell him that my cock has a mind of its own.

"Your shorts. Off. Now," Ionas announced as his fingers slipped inside my waistband. I lifted my butt and my nine-inch hardon was pulled downwards with the shorts and pointed down in between my thighs, as I settled my ass down again. Io folded my shorts and laid them next to my face on the pillow. The fresh tang of dried cum in my shorts made a sharp contrast to the calming musk in Ionas' room. "Enjoy," Ionas' amusement was obvious in his tone as I laid my head in my shorts. Does he know about my nightly wank sessions with my roommate?

Suddenly I felt his weight on my butt again, but this time Io's thick, meaty cock felt fuller against my bare ass. It slid into my cleft, lubricated by the scented oil, and he ground into my ass a few times. I tilted my pelvis back to expose a bit more of my ass. With his penis still wedged into my asscrack, Ionas began massaging my back again, and I started relaxing again, the aroma from my shorts mixing with the scent from his oil, and his personal, heavier musk.

After a few minutes of silent massage, Ionas lifted off my butt again. This time, I felt something hard between my cheeks, and heard a sharp intake of breath. Io had buried his nose in my butt, and he was sniffing me out! He dug into my ass with his sharp Greek nose and started licking around my hole. I clenched a few times -- having been taken completely by surprise -- but eventually relented when Io latched his tongue onto my sphincter and rimmed me in earnest. His lips closed around my asshole and he kissed and made out with it enthusiastically.

Ionas' nasty kinks had me fully hard and leaking by the time his tongue and lips had loosened up my hole. He drooled a mouthful of saliva into my loose chute and used his muscular tongue to push it in, making sensuous slurping sounds. Then, just as I was worked up and panting, his mouth disappeared from my butt.

"Time to turn over," Io said in his still-soothing tone. Oh, fuck him! That guy must be so used to sexual foreplay that he could be so calm in the face of my lusty throbbing ass. I turned over quickly, my erection flipping over and now pointing towards my chest, drooling a pool of precum. I could see Ionas smiling as he climbed up the front of my body.

"The massage is not over yet," he whispered in my ear, then sat on my crotch. His cock was now half-hard, sliding eight inches of Greek sausage around. Io poured more oil onto my front, and it flowed down my abs to my cock. I gasped as the warm oil tickled my pubes and felt it seep into my balls. Io gripped my hard member in his right hand and twisted his fist. I made an unintelligible noise and arched off his bed with a sudden spike of lust.

"Uh-uh, not yet, stud," Ionas taunted, then removed his hand and laid them on my chest. From there he started massaging my pectorals, paying special attention to my sensitive nipples which hardened with the slip and slide of his fingers through the oil. He massaged my biceps and triceps and reached up to clasp my fingers with his own, bringing his chest onto mine and his face right above mine.

"You are so sexy," the Greek god breathed into my ear. "And you smell so good. Especially your ass. I want to kiss and eat your ass everyday. Your hole is like a fig, all ripe and juicy and ready for my hungry cock."

I moaned at his dirty talk. He was turning me on with just his husky voice. My dick throbbed and leaked as his cock ground against it, getting longer and harder by the minute. Ionas lifted my arms above my head, still clasping my fingers in his bigger, strong hands. His exposed hairy armpits gave off a gamey musk interlaced with the sharp tang of olives, and I got even more horny. I wanted to nuzzle his pits so badly, but he held me in place. I whined like a puppy denied of my treat.

Ionas leered, then nosed lower and nuzzled into my left armpit, licking the sensitive skin there and gnawing at my biceps with his bare teeth. I was sweaty and hadn't showered today, but since I shaved I wasn't as ripe he was. Still, Ionas seemed to enjoy himself as he snorted and licked my underarm. The bites sent jolts of electricity up and down my body, and I started to wriggle under his heavyset torso. He just bit down harder and I moaned so loudly that everyone must have heard me three floors down. I couldn't care less at this point.

"Oh, Io! Io!! Ah, yes... there! There!" I shouted. "Bite me! Please, p-please, bite me, b-bite me hard, I need y-your mouth, y-y-your lips... make me your chewtoy, Ionas..." I continued babbling incoherently as Ionas complied, worrying the tender soft flesh of my armpit with his defined, powerful jaws, sucking out my bruised skin and biting through the layer of super-sensitive flesh. I nearly bucked him off the bed as I thrashed about. The sensation was overwhelming and shorting out my brain.

A few splashes landed on my chest as I spasmed, overcome with an unexpectedly violent orgasm. Omigod, I had just cum from Ionas licking and biting on my pit! What would happen if he went further? If he touched or sucked my cock... what if he actually fucked me? Would I die and go to heaven? But I couldn't think straight right now, as Ionas moved and clamped his teeth on my left nipple.

The sensitive nub, already stimulated by his massage and made extra swollen with my orgasm, immediately jolted to life and supplied me with another round of shocks to end all shocks. I could do nothing except moan wantonly on Io's bed and writhe about like a giant python that Hercules was grappling and subdued. He might have slayed me and I would have continued to come -- my cock spewing forth shot after powerful shot of thick cum, coating the both of us. My fried brain could not think of anything else except the wonderful, sizzling intensity of my spasming cock.

Ionas continued to bite my nipple through the last of my throes, and even after my nub became too sensitive, he did not let go. With a muffled cry, Io's own orgasm hit and he added his cum to my face and chest, his crushing teeth giving me painfully pleasurable aftershocks that completely shut me down. Io's sperm was pungent and smelled like cheese and olives, and on my face it tasted perfect as I reached out with my tongue to lick it up. He was loud too, releasing my abused nipple to shout my name, then without warning clamped down on it again. My body heaved sporadically with the pleasure that was too much, but not enough at the same time. As Io reached up to twist my other nipple, I finally blacked out.

When I came to, Ionas was still sitting on my crotch, his hands massaging my chest -- which was now sore, but in a good way. I was already soft and relaxed under him, and when his hard muscled butt rubbed over my soaked crotch where our cum mixed with the massage oil, I let out a weak moan. "W-what h-happened?"

"You came without touching yourself," the smug fucker replied. "And the massage was so good you fainted. It happens." Holy shit, 'good' was the understatement of the year.

"Well, it had never happened to me before."

"There's a first time for everything."

"I hope there will be more of everything. Preferably soon."

"Maybe not as soon as we'd like," Ionas rubbed his half-hard cock against my soft member, which flopped around lazily, as fucked-dead as my brain. "I take it that my massage was successful, and you are now perfectly relaxed and happy?"

"Yes, very," I smile drowsily. "I don't wanna get up now. May I spend the night here?"

"Of course," Io was already lying down next to me, wrapping me in his huge arms, making me feel safe and secure. I drifted off into a deep, dreamless sleep. After that night, whenever I got stressed, I would get an inexplicable craving for olives... covered in cum. I guess Greece must really be heaven on earth, after all!