A Quartet of Quickies

A friend confided in me the events which I have quilted together in what follows. That he spoke the truth and embroidered it very little I concluded after knowing him for years professionally and personally.

To avoid haphazardness of presentation, my text has freely sewn together what originally were fragments conveyed in odd moments, sometimes during meals and under the effects of moderate glasses of wine.

Secrets confided, episodes for bragging, sly references to acquaintances, sometimes direct accusations, a few perceptions – here are treated to continuous narrative. My prerogative as chronicler was to think the content to be the stuff of fiction. Thus it is as fiction that these memoirs are being made available to readers – with my friend’s begrudging consent.

He refused to read it fearing, he said, the value judgments I might have made about his traits, and trusting that no one would ever connect any of it to him and his traits, his experiences, especially in matters legal which had been well-concealed.

He’s the nervous-nelly sort.

I.

I widened his anus.

His eyes flew open. His mouth gaped. “What are you doing to me? I want to see.”

Balls cupped by both hands, he tried to sit up craning his neck as, with my thumbs, I widened him further – to make room for my cock.

Once inside a few inches, I released the muscle and let it close around me.

Horace fell back with a mild protest and an involuntary push back.

The move took me further faster than I’d intended.

He yelled, “Hey,” followed by a clutch in his breath as my helmet bounced against his prostate’s bump.

Sudden orgasm confused him. He squeezed his own balls hard, which made the eruption more intense.

My other inches reamed into his untried rectum, an area I tried out on immediate impulse. Loved the noisily-thrashing result!

He was crazy with pain and an orgasm that kept on giving.

Both my fists on his pecs kept him down for my drubbing. His head flopped from side to side and nonsense flowed from his mouth. With a hand at the base of his throat now, I used the other to smack him smartly – twice – on the cheek. “Stop that or I’ll slap you silly.”

His stare was so insolent he had to have a real slap.

My own pressure built. I slammed into his ass, whipping it into shape for future pummels.

He felt everything, from my bluntness working within to the fuck’s exquisite burn eating way up to his chest and exciting surfaces and tissues along its path.

Next time, he was a total pushover.

II.

My kisses stole Jamie’s words. Those, and the fact that my arm wrapped his neck.

His fingers speared my hair. Finally, he intuited my message. His tongue licked wildly at the hand which held his chin for my inspection.

I dragged down with its fingertips – past his Adam’s apple to seek one supple nipple then the other, then lower, toward his navel, and further, under his balls and into the center of his crease – causing gasps – to stop on his buttoned up hole.

A chaos of feelings made him cling to me. Unusually for a virgin, Jamie moved one of his hands, sliding it onto my thigh. “Take me, please. I know what you want, but instead, please…” he sounded urgent, “…please screw me instead.”

“Until you open up your throat,” I growled, “I’m denying your ass.”

Jamie started to cry. “I don’t like gagging.”

“Selfish twerp, you better start to like it or you’ll find yourself ostracized.”

Jamie wailed, “Don’t do that. Please don’t do that. I promise, I’ll try.”

“Then now.” I let my cock spring out. “Here’s the deal. It’s up to you. I’m not going to force you. Take any position you want. Suck on me, going deeper as you work my dick. Suck with determination to get past that annoying place which makes you gag. ’Sup to you, or remain a coward and get thrown out.”

He whined. He dithered.

“You were supposed to come here knowing how to suck. A letter was sent to your parents.”

“But, I live with my grandmother. She didn’t know what to do. It’s not my fault.”

“So! You came here under false pretenses, admitting to no one what a fake you were…you are?

“Oh, all right. You can go for my tonsils – again.”

III.

“Thinking wishfully, are you?”

Victor turned beet red.

Fully erect proof of arousal strained his jeans.

My hand darted to confirm what the denim held captive. At my grope, nerves everywhere in Vic’s pubescent body, especially those of his rear, tingled. Well, that’s because my other hand settled in its defined recess.

“Nice. Fully back in order?”

Vigorously, his small head shook ‘no.’

Duly respecting the former virgin’s still-tender tush, I seized his hair to expose his baby-smooth neck the way Bela Lugosi did in old movies and raked it lasciviously with heated tongue.

Whoo-ee! – an erogenous zone the boy hadn’t known he possessed. He arched onto me and began to pant with closed eyes.

I slurped the other side of his comely throat, nipped vampirically at its exposed vein with my teeth – and felt the hard ridge of his erection jamming my thigh.

To my toy of the moment, I said, “Vic, let’s get down to it. Strip while I do.” He did. I did, an eye on him lest he dart for the door.

Soon on his back, throat on view hanging over the bed’s side, he opened like a choirboy and gobbled as best he could what our sixty-nine position fed him (my cockhead) – while I gave his privates the full oral treatment.

His squeals rattled the wax in my ears. I lifted my head, looked down whether I threatened his mouth. Thought about ramming the cavity but reasoned: 1.) he might bite; 2.) he might puke; 3.) he might do something worse.

“Wasn’t really enough for you, was it? Wasn’t really what brought you here. You were thinking about the other day – and were wishing, weren’t you?”

Victor spat out the part of me he’d been slurping nervously. His sweet face turned beet red.

IV.

The loop of soft, supple leather at the tip of my new riding crop tickled the sensitive flesh of Joe Rutherford’s flaccid penis. Acutely nervous, Joe stood in place, arms by his sides facing me, his dorm’s House Father.

I ran a tight ship. I expected my charges to meet standards set for each corridor.

“Joe, you look good. Time in the gym’s defined your torso. You appreciate the fact that I’ve allowed your chest hair to grow.”

A delicate flick to one of the young man’s nipples brought the expected, “Yessir.”

“And you’ve promised twice before that you’d tend to your assignments, right?”

My crop’s tip snapped the other nipple.

Joe fidgeted. “Yessir.”

“Yet, here you are again, dangling this limp thing before me.”

I brought the loop like a noose over the head of Joe’s unresponsive – actually terrified – penis and up its almost five inches to his pubes, then gave it a twist. I controlled the cinch, tightening its twist until the hurt registered on my non-moving miscreant.

“This ‘thing’ was supposed to be devoted to total studship. Yet it – you – failed once more. Is that not the case?”

Sweating although chilled by what might come, Joe answered, “Yessir,” his voice on edge.

My free hand swatted the organ, fondled it, hit it again while tugging with my other. “Hopeless, I guess. Perhaps the medical unit…”

“Oh, no sir, please. Let me explain.”

“You explain? I have heard from Leslie, Colin, Eddie, and Davey that you neglect them regularly. What are freshmen to do if they are not dealt with properly?” I glowered, “My other studs in corridors B, C, and D keep their quotas, even exceeding them.”

I grasped his balls, “Where’s your zeal?”

He cringed, “Sir, our Vice-President for Development, Dr. Küper, recruited me to help him obtain the new scholarship grant from the Delacourt Foundation.”

“Küper? What right had he to you? I’m your Dorm Father. Protocol requires that he go through me to access any of my charges!” I snarled. “So who’d you have to fuck, old man Delacourt? He’s nothing but wrinkles and money”

“No, sir. It was his twinky twin grandsons, Tim and Jim. Real pretty.”

“And they wore you out, one pair of teen twinks?” I was incredulous.

“Yessir, you see, their Dad’s been in some hospital for a month – I don’t know why – and they had no one who measured up to their needs, not even their Dad’s brother. Please sir, don’t squeeze so hard.”

I released his nuts and began a tick-tock back and forth from nipple to nipple with my crop. “Where’s this story going? So far, you haven’t told me why you are not fulfilling your duties here, in my dorm.” I flipped the crop tip into his navel.

Joe grit his teeth, “Sir, Tim and Jim have insatiable needs. Hours and hours and hours of dicking’s what they’re used to. You can ask Dr. Küper – you know, about the grant that’s coming and also about the twins. They’re going to be resident in this dorm for their first term.”

That made all the difference.

“Keep your dick clean and eat lots of red meat, Joe. Get back to your job here – you know, dealing with Leslie, Colin, Eddie, and Davey. I’ll meet with Dr. Küper – he’s new – and straighten him out about the protocol around here. He may need my help with those twins.”

If dorm discipline interests you, I offer these stories for you to enjoy: Impertinences and Roommates.