Routinus Interruptus

All I can say is I'm glad the shaving cream had aloe in it. I lost my manhood shaving in the dorm's communal bathroom. I didn't find dorm life to be that bad, in fact I enjoyed many aspects of it, and seeing how expensive college was, I planned to use the dorms all 4 years. I only lasted one, and couldn't wait until it ended. Why? I got fucked by Jim.. To keep it secret, especially from my girlfriend Angie, Jim got sucked a lot, and I got fucked a lot.

I was studious, and I guess among the football crowd, that made me a bit of a nerd...well, I guess to use Jim's word, a pussy. I'm not weak or anything, in fact I work out a lot, and I think I am well toned considering. I wasn't on sports teams, but then again, Jim wasn't on the football team or anything either. I know he played basketball in high school. He must have picked up wrestling or something considering the moves he made when he first subdued me.

The main thing that sucks in dorms, aside from sharing a small room with a roommate (can't just jack when you want), is the communal bathroom. It wasn't bad during the school week, except for all the guys sizing you up when you got into the shower. Let's face it, they all do, not sexually...or at least most not sexually, though I discovered the other kind the hard way...but there's all kinds of male ego wrapped up in size. My routine was pretty regular. I would go down to the shower room wrapped in a towel. The floor's always wet, so I don't like taking my clothes in there, and there's no place to sit down to get dressed anyway. I'm pretty good about keeping myself wrapped, but there's always the 3 steps to the shower curtain after hanging your towel, unless you want to shower with it, and so there's also drying off by the towel hook after you get out because someone's waiting for your shower stall. You'd be a prude to towel off in there anyway. Bottomline, you gotta swing it sometimes.

I tolerated getting scoped out, I mean I've got an average sized dick and all. Even so, I would try to display just my backside. I never imagined that anyone was attracted to that. I have a small, muscular ass from running and biking. It's roundish, I guess, but nothing like a woman's curves, or at least not down at the bottom, ya know, a guy's ass. Well, maybe a boy's ass...I was only 18 and coulda used a few pounds. I didn't start getting uncomfortable with the morning routine until Jim started scoping me out. Common schedules sorta put the same people in there the same mornings, and I was in there a lot with Jim, but I didn't get that weird sense until mid-semester. You know, the feeling someone's watching you from behind? And when I would turn, Jim's eyes went from a gaze on my ass to a sorta darting away to cover it up.

I don't really know when Jim's scoping me out started, but looking back, I think it started after I fucked the housefellow. Word got out that the housefellow was putting out. Like all the housefellows, she was the only one in our co-ed dorm with a room to herself. She put it to good use, and hey, a fuck's a fuck, especially when you're under a lot of stress and don't have time for your girlfriend. I had 4 or 5 fucks, some buddies of mine had 1 or 2. They used to joke that Angie must not have been putting out, so I was hard up enough to go back for more. I'm sure Jim had at least a time or two with the housefellow. He was popular with a lot of the ladies in our dorm (word gets around), and I think he thought of himself as the stud of the floor. I think word got around to him about me and the housefellow, but like I said, I was not the only one. And this is all my speculation in hindsight.

After my shower, I would wrap my towel tight around my waist, but you know, the more you roll it, the more that slot opens up, so I would put that slot on my butt side. In hindsight, that was mistake number one, exposing my leg and part of a butt cheek. Wrapped, I would go over to the sinks to brush my teeth and shave. If you could call it that. You see, except for my blonde head, and a contrasting set of dark pubes, I'm hairless. Shaving was an every- other-day-whether-I-needed-it-or-not proposition. The sinks in the other room were wide, with a low mirror. If you wanted a detailed look on how your shaving was going, you had to bend over the sink. In hindsight, that was mistake number two.

Football Saturdays were wild. Sunday morning's were gross. Vomit in the hall everywhere, and often in the shower area too. I can understand the shitters vomitted up, but can't you just make it past the showers? I made it a point of getting out of there early on weekend mornings. No-one was in the library, and you could get a lot done. No one except me was ever in the communal shower weekend mornings too, and the dorm floor was dead to the world. In hindsight, that was definitely mistake number three.

One Sunday morning, I had just finished a long shower and was toweling off when Jim came in. "Shit, again?" I thought to myself. He'd come in a couple of times on previous weekends, kinda timed to when I got out of the shower, or doing my routine in front of the mirror. He'd fumble around, run the shower a few minutes, then come into the sink room and toss his hair or something. Then he would just leave. I didn't know why, but the routine made me uneasy. I even felt uncomfortable to make small talk. This time, sure enough, he started a shower as I went to shave in front of the mirror in the sink room. And sure enough, the shower turned off in a minute or less. I had just started shaving. I was bending over the sink to get under my nose close up when I noticed in my mirror Jim in the back of the room.

"Hi Jim. You're up kinda early." I said, and bent over the sink again this time to inspect my chin.

"What's that suppose to mean? I gotta study too."

"Nothing," I said kinda frustrated, and it showed in my voice. "Got an exam next week?" trying to make small talk. I then bent to get my "sideburn" (if you could call it that), and my towel opened that slot exposing part of my right buttcheek.

"Hey, I study weekends even when I don't have an exam." Jim said, while his gaze got distracted onto my ass.

Then his next question sorta surprised me, "So did you get fucked the other night?"

Angie and I had been out a few times the last couple of weeks, and I had gotten laid a couple times, but how would Jim know anything about that? It didn't dawn on me that he was probably referring to the housefellow, but that was almost a month ago now, and only 4 or 5 fucks before she moved on to someone else.

"You mean Angie?" I said confusedly.

"Is that her name?"

"Yeah....", I answered, then there was silence like he wanted the first question answered. Why I answered I don't know, it's none of his business anyway, but, "...We've had some times together."

Just then Jim came up close behind me, close enough to make me uncomfortable, and said right in my ear, "So our little stud boy is getting around, huh?"

I was thinking to myself, "What the fuck? Everyone on the floor is getting laid, most, including me, by girlfriends. I'm not struttin' it or anything." I was silent, off guard, and it showed.

"Well I think you're nothing but a big pussy boy."

A few seconds of confused silence, seconds feeling like eternity with Jim right against my backside. Once I moved to resume shaving to clear the air, he grabbed my right arm with his right hand and shook the razor from my hand. Within a second, my arm was behind my back, and his weight was pressing my head into the sink.

"So Mr. Man needs a shave."

At that point, his left arm reached for the Barbosal can on the sink edge, with four fingers under the nozzle and his thumb pressing the top button. I watched as his hand filled with pre- foamed shaving cream.

His hand moved out of sight behind me. I didn't know "what the fuck?", but then his hand was moving under my towel. Was he going to shave my pubes? Some guys are into that shit. I felt shaving cream applied to my ass crack, then right on my asshole. I kept thinking, "What the fuck?" Then suddenly, and all at once, I felt three fingers, stacked in a triangle, shoved up my ass. I inhaled audibly as I heard, "I think pussy boy needs a cock up his ass."

I was shocked at what I just heard, then fear grew as I realized what he was going to try to do. Jim's fingers opened from the little wedge they had formed and started rotating around my sphincter. I tried to move, then felt the elbow of his right arm drill into my middle back and my right hand forced above my shoulder blade. That forced my hips against the sink, right shoulder down, and ass raised. At that point, I felt his fingers leave my ass. Relief. I started panting from holding my breath.

"Listen to the bitch in heat breathing hard."

I saw in the mirror his left hand was unwrapping the cloth belt of his bathrobe. When it fell open, I saw his V-shaped pecs, perked nipples, abs, and belly button before I saw his thick bush and protruding cock. He was hard with a 60-degree. I'd never seen an erect cock other than my own, but I know that when I'm 45 degrees, I'm horny as hell. I only go 60 to 90 when I'm about to shoot, and he was definitely bigger than me erect. In fact, it surprised me because he seemed my size when flaccid.

Now was my last chance to move or I was going to get fucked big time. I tried to lift my right shoulder to roll out from under his armlock. Then I felt a huge, stinging slap on my ass. It came from Jim's left hand, and before I knew it, his left arm was under my abs at about waist level, raising my ass in the air.

"Spread `em slut, or you're going to get bitch-slapped again."

I didn't know what to do. I didn't want to get slapped again, but I didn't want to just spread my legs and take it up the ass. Then I felt kicking at my ankles.

"Come on...open your twot so it can receive the cum it's always wanted."

I wasn't giving in, until I felt a huge kick to the ankle. I realized I had no escape and started moving my legs apart.

"That's it, get nice and lined up to receive."

Then I felt his cock on my asshole. I got ready to lose my virginity and expected it to happen right away, but unlike with his instantaneous fingers, Jim rubbed his dick head up and down my crack, pressing just a little when it would return to my hole.

"O.K., now tell me how much you want this cock up your ass `Please Jim, give me your cock up my ass so I can be a pussy.' Come on... say it." With my silence came another stinging slap to the ass. I gave in.

"Please Jim,...give me..."

" `Please Jim, give me your cock up my ass so I can be a pussy.' Come on."

"Please Jim, give me your ... your cock up my ass ... so I can be a pussy."

"What was that?"

"Please Jim, give me your cock up my ass so I can be a pussy."

"You want to get fucked? Say `Fuck me Jim'"

"Fuck me Jim"

"Well, let's be sure we get our story straight from now on. You wanted to get fucked. Say, "I want to get fucked by you, Jim."

"I want to get fucked by you, Jim."

"Well, let's hope Angie doesn't hear about that."

With that, I felt his cock head press into my hole. When I finally felt my sphincter open and wrap around his cherry, I heard Jim, "Ahhhh...that's great. What a nice cunt you have."

Then I felt shaft and more shaft and more shaft sliding past my ring with a continued, "Ahhh..." from Jim and painful groaning from me.

Once he was balls deep, he gyrated around opening me up. I started wimpering.

He pulled out almost all the way, I was relieved, then he thrusted in rather than settling in. My wimpering turned to cry.

"That's o.k., most girls cry the first time. Especially when they have my prick in them and not some little pencil dick like yours. Doesn't Angie cry when you fuck her?"

He pulled out again, then the thrusting began. My groans became moans letting out a breath with each fuck.

"Yeah, I knew you wanted to get fucked, displaying that tight pussy ass of yours and bending over the sink everyday. Mmmmm. Such a soft fuck. It's like fucking into a pillow."

A few more sighs, then "You're such a pussy. Bet you can't wait to lose your virginity."

I don't know what got into me, but I usually do maintain a sense of humor, and this came out sorta angrily, "Ah Jim, looks like that's already happened."

"Oh no, not yet. You're officially fucked when you're filled with sperm. You want some cum up your cunt, pussyboy?"

"No thanks."

"Well, I think you do. Don't worry, it will be dripping out of your ass soon enough."

Then he grabbed my cock and started stroking, "You see, I'm going to prove how much you want cum. How much you like this. Your lucky day. You're going to get off too."

I tried to shake any sense that I was enjoying this, but when your 18-year-old cock is getting stimulated, you can't turn it off. Plus, his cock started rubbing what I later found out (I was naive) was my prostate. That's "fuck central" for a guy, and where the ejaculative relief is actually felt when its semen is pumped out.

"You see, you're going to help me when you get off. I love fucking pussyboys when their pussy starts to contract. Sucks my sperm in and gets me off."

I felt cum building at the base of my cock as I gave up resisting and just laid on the sink while getting fucked up the ass. Jim's cock went in each time at a different angle. With each thrust, my ass just opened a little further and a little further until it offered no resistance at all.

"Ahhhhh, like butter. You're a nice fuck with a perky little butt to bounce off. Your butt is finally getting the fuck it's been advertising for." With that, Jim started pulling his cock all the way out of my ass, then jabbing it back in again. On one pull out, Jim said, "Let's count the penetrations." Then he jabbed in, "One...come on count." When I didn't answer, he pulled out, slapped my ass, and said, "Come on...two" as he stabbed in again. I repeated "Two." Then Jim said, "I'd make you count each thrust, but I know you can't count that high...Three." Then a stab where he didn't count, just said, "come on..." and I responded "Four." That's it. "Five" followed by lots of thrusts before pulling out, "Six"...thrusts, pull out, "Seven."

Most of my girls can't hold out past ten, "Eight" I felt the cum building at the base of my cock, and on "Nine" shot my load all over the sink. Jim left his cock up my ass feeling my contractions. "Ah yeah, get ready to lose your virginity, slut boy, here comes my nut."

And with that he drove his cock deep in my ass and held it there while my last couple of contractions massaged his cock, "Yeah, suck the sperm out of my cock." he said sighing, as rope after rope after rope of his load filled my ass.

"You're such a slut, you didn't even make it to Nine..." After moving around a bit to assure he was spent, Jim pulled out of my ass and rubbed his cum covered cock all up and down my crack, butt and lower back, making damn sure I knew I was conquered.

"That's one fucked pussy." Jim said, then looked at my cum on the sink and me panting. "Word travels fast around here, but rumors of your lost manhood don't have to get around if your pussy comes `round when I'm in need."

I serviced Jim a lot that year, mostly up the ass, but I have to admit I tasted some cock and cum from time to time, even swallowed some. I was his backup if he couldn't score on a weekend, or if he needed it mid-week, usually with a signal or quick comment about a known time.

He had my roommate's class schedule and knew when I had my room to myself, and I quickly learned his roommate's schedule by being escorted to his. I started enjoying it, which is why I needed that year to end. It stayed with me I guess, because I soon found I sought it out on occasion. Angie and I got married, had kids, and I'm mostly straight, but when "honey, I have a headache" comes around, it's a blow to my male ego, and I go looking for it.

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written by marianasdeep