The RA and the Student: Prequel

The RA and the Student

Hello. My name is Kyle. I go to a smaller school in the North East, and as a freshman, I live in the dorms. I really like my dorm mates. Not so much my roommate, as he is kind of a dick. But I barely ever see him, so it really isn't that big a deal. A little about me. I am shorter, standing at 5'7", a little scrawny at 150lbs, but am fairly toned. I have light brown hair and green eyes. The thing that people usually comment on is my smile. I love to smile, and I have a nice smile at that. I am tragically shy, though, so not many people get to see it. I am fairly average in the cock department, with a respectable 7 inch dick, but as a closeted gay man, I never put it to use. But back to the point of why you are here. I wanted to tell you this quick, unbelievable story about this past Super Bowl Sunday.

I was hanging in my friend's room a little before the game was about to start. It was 5 of us there, myself, my best friend, Jake, the twins, Adam and Alex, and our RA, Lance. Lance was, without question, the most attractive person I have ever seen. He was perfect in actually every single way. His hair is blonde and a perfect short length, enough to have that "just out of bed" hair that make me weak at the knees. His smile was killer, and complimented his incredibly striking face. Seriously, this guy was hot. He was a little over 6' and weighed about 200lbs of pure muscle. I am not kidding, guys. This guy is God's gift to mankind. And to top it all off, he was incredibly nice. A genuinely great person outside and in.

Even though he was our RA, he was letting us underagers drink in the dorms. He said he was a freshman less than a year ago, so he understood what was going on. We were all getting a little drunk when we started talking about our roommates. "I love my roommate," Jake said. "He's home for the weekend, but he and I really get along."

"Well I room with this piece of shit," Alex said playfully punching his brother. "I guess he's alright. I'll keep him." These two were best friends, and it was awesome to see them together. Two very good looking twins is something straight out of my dreams.

"My roommate is ok. He's kind of an asshole, but whatever," I said.

"Remember, if you are having issues, please tell me. I can help you out, man," Lance said. He put his hand on my knee and I tensed. I was sure he noticed. He kept it there and asked, "What has he done that makes him an asshole?"

"He never cleans up after himself, he always just walks around naked without considering me, and he jerks off more than anyone else on the planet," I say, and everyone starts laughing.

"How big is he?" Lance says, taking his hand off my knee. I am surprised by the question.

"What like his dick? Why would you want to know that?" I laugh nervously.

"Well, I wanna see how I compare, and plus, I'm gay, so it is something that very much interests me," he laughs. I am floored. He said it so casually, like it was nothing at all. I think he saw something in my eyes, because he asked, "Do you have an issue with that?"

"NO!" I say very quickly.

"Because you know, everyone in this room is gay besides you," Jake said.

"WOW" I think to myself. Jake, my best friend now for a few months, is gay and I didn't even know. And the twins too! And they are so normal, acting as if it is nothing at all. So I muster up all the courage I have, and say, "No... all the people are gay in this room." I wait for the hatred that I just expected to come, but it doesn't. I am greeted with Lance smiling brightly at me.

"Is that the first time you've ever told anyone?" Lance asks.

"Yea..." I whisper, unable to meet anyone's gaze. I feel a hand on my knee again. It feels so nice.

"I'm proud of you little man," Lance says with a smile. "Welcome to the club." I blush deeply, and Lance leaves his hand as he changes the subject back to roommates. "So, how big is your roommate's dick?"

"It seems pretty big. A bit bigger than mine, but not by much. Maybe like 8"?" Fuck, I realize they all know what my dick is like now.

"Oh good, then I still have him beat by a long shot then," Lance says with a wicked smirk.

"Sure, donkey dick, we get it," Jack says. "Lance was a legend last year. Guys would line up and beg to swing on his cock. But he was very selective. I heard your roommate was your top choice."

"He gave me something that the others really couldn't," Lance began, and it seemed like he wanted to say more but stopped. The subject was dropped and the night continued.

The game was about to begin, and Lance said he had to go to him room quickly and would be back in 15 minutes or so. Once he left, I realized he had left his phone, so I got up and headed towards his room. The halls were eerily empty, as our campus was have a huge Super Bowl party for all the students, something that everyone was attending besides the people in Jake's room.

I made it to Lance's door and knocked. There seemed to be a commotion going on, something slamming, and then Lance opened the door. He looked a little flustered, but happy to see me. "What's up, kiddo?"

"You left your phone. Is everything alright? I heard a bang."

"Yea everything is fine," he said, but he could tell I was no longer listening, and instead was focused on the huge dildo that was sitting on the floor near the armoire. "Fuck, um... alright get in." He pulled me into his room and closed the door locking it tight. I had never seen the inside of his room, as he always kept it closed, and it was off limits to freshman. It was big, but the thing that startled me was that it seemed like something was covering the walls. Like insulation or something.

"What's with the walls?" I asked.

"They are sound proofed," he said matter-of-factly. "Look, I know you are new to this world, and I didn't want to scare you off, so... this is a dildo. I know it looks freaky scary big, but it really isn't that bad. This is not something that should scare you, alright."

"Really, Lance, it's ok. I am kind of turned on by it." I was blushing, I could tell. He gave a wicked smile. "Oh, really? And what turned you on, boy?" Boy? He never called me that before. I was usually kid or kiddo, but never boy.

"I don't know. Like... I've always wanted to know what it felt like... to... you know..." I hesitated.

"Get fucked?" he said, that wicked smile still plastered on his perfect face.

"Yea..." I was so nervous. He could tell.

"We don't need to do anything, Kyle." He had his hand on my shoulder.

"Wait you... want to... you think I'm..." I was flustered.

"You're sexy as fuck, Kyle. I would ravage and punish your ass. But first, I would like to kiss you."

"Before we do that, um..." I was trying to get away from the fact I had never kissed anyone before. "What other toys do you have?"

"Hmmm, let's see. He turned around and went to his dresser. I turned to the armoire.

"Anything in here?" I opened it, and as I was opening, Lance screamed, "DON'T OPEN THAT!" But it was too late. It was open. And once I saw its contents, I fell backwards to the floor.

"Fuck, Kyle, I didn't want you to find out like this. I wanted to slowly ease you into it. But I guess that is out the window. Kyle, this is my ex- roommate, Pat. Pat, this is Kyle, one of the freshman on the floor." I couldn't believe what I was seeing. His roommate had his hands tied behind his back, a gag in his mouth, he was completely naked, and his balls were tied off to a bar above his head, stretching them tight. He looked at me with a pleading, yet calm stare. "Pat is my slave, Kyle. I am his Master."

I had no idea what to say. Before I knew it, Lance was stripping naked, and he was standing nude and at attention. His cock was basically two of mine, his balls heavy and low, and I nearly fainted when I saw him naked. Perfect wasn't even good enough for how he looked. This was far too much to take in at once. I needed to leave the room. Leave the dorm. Leave the college. But then Lance said, "Want to see me play with him?" He stroked his cock only once, and my mouth watered.

I mustered up every bit of courage I had left in me for the second time in 1 hour and said, "Yes, sir."

To be continued...

** I really want to continue this story, but will only go on if there are plenty of comments, including suggestions of where the story should go. I have a path, but I would love some input.