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It may be a bad reason, but I agreed to share an apartment with Jen partially because I thought her boyfriend, mikeninety, was hot. I still remember when he helped her moved in, he was wearing shorts and took off his shirt. He smiled at me when he did it, and I actually thought about him when I was alone in bed that night.
When his university shut down, he was here visiting. He couldn't get a flight back, so his roommate packed up his stuff and put it in storage for him. The only clothes he had were the ones he brought with him. When our university shut down, Jen decided to take her dog and go home as she lived only an hour away and her parents were going to need help with her younger siblings. That meant that I was going to be alone in the apartment with her hot boyfriend.
Even though he is hot, he was really kind of a douche. He is full of himself because he is a Division I athlete, he has a good body and he knows it, and he can get just about any girl he wants. He is used to always getting his way. I never really understood what Jen saw in him. The first day we were alone together was a disaster. When he wasn't working out, the dude just sat and watched TV and asked me to get him beer and snacks. When I refused, he offered to take off his shirt so I could look at his body, but I was not about to be his bitch.
He was surprised when I turned him down, then he went into some ridiculous rant about how he was an alpha male and how grateful I should be. I ignored him, which seemed to make him even more agitated. It wasn't until he called me a faggot that I lost it. I turned off the TV he was watching, moved in front of him, and punched him hard in the side of his face. I could tell he was completely taken aback. Not only had nobody ever stood up to him before, but I had a much stronger right hook than he expected. I didn't knock him out, but I definitely rang his bell.
He retreated into Jen's room, and I didn't see him at all the next day. I would have thought he had left except for his dirty dishes in the sink. I knocked on the door and told him to come out and clean up his mess. It took a minute, but he came out and cleaned up after himself, being careful to stay at least an arm's length from me at all times. When he was done, he went back to his room.
We avoided each other for the next two days. Then he came out of his room when I was watching TV. He apologized for calling me a faggot. I didn't know it at the time, but he had called Jen and told her what happened, demanding she tell me to move out. Instead, she got mad at him. I think he was really starting to feel lonely. To be honest, I was too. I told him he could sit on the couch with me and watch TV if he stripped to his underwear. He said "No, thanks," and went back to his room, but a few minutes later, he came back out wearing only his boxers.
"That's a good boy," I said patting the sofa next to me. I could see a brief moment of pride run through him when he heard me say that. Most guys don't realize how much jocks really get off of the approval of men they respect. The approval I gave him made him less hesitant to sit so close to me. We watched an action movie, and we both enjoyed it.
Before we went to bed, he posed for me. I could see him get happier as I looked him over and told him how hot he looked. Being told how hot he is was something he was more comfortable with. I could see he was a bit disappointed when I went to bed, though. The next day he spent teasing me, trying to get me to tell him how hot he was. He wore nothing but underwear, occasionally flashing me some ass. He was starved for attention and approval, and I was making him work hard for it. That night, watching another movie, I put his head in my lap and stroked his hair. I'm sure he felt the hard on through my shorts, but he didn't say anything about it.
By the end of the first week, he came out wearing just a jock strap. He said he needed to do laundry, but I knew he was trying to get a reaction from me. I gave it to him. I spanked his ass and told him that's how I liked my bitches, ready to be fucked at any time. He didn't seem to like that much, but he didn't change clothes. I touched his ass every chance I got. That night, as we watched a movie, I slipped my finger into his hole. I felt his body tighten, but as I stroked his ego, telling him what a nice ass he had, he gradually relaxed.
The next morning I made breakfast. He came out wearing just a jock strap again. After breakfast, I told him to grab a towel and lay on his bed. I was going to fuck him. He didn't argue with me. He may not have really understood what was happening, but I did. I had become the only source for the male approval he desperately needed. He was surprised how far he was willing to go to get it. He didn't want me to fuck him, but he wasn't going to say no to me.
I really wasn't expecting much from him. It wasn't the first time I had underestimated him, though. He may not have ever had a man's cock in his ass before, but jock that he was, he knew his body. He worked it to make sure I was not disappointed. I rewarded him by making sure he came as I fucked him. I know that embarrassed him, but I whispered in his ear how hot it was. I knew he was uncomfortable as I continued to pound him, but he took it without complaint like the trooper he is. After I shot a huge load in him, I stayed on him, with my cock deep in him, and fell asleep. When I woke up, he hadn't moved. I was hard inside him, so I pumped another load into him.
There was no question about our roles after that. I even heard him on the phone telling Jen not to come back for a visit. He said it was for her own protection, but I knew he didn't want her cock-blocking me.
Next week, I'll train him to suck cock. He's not looking forward to it, but he knows it's not up to him.
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It may be a bad reason, but I agreed to share an apartment with Jen partially because I thought her boyfriend, mikeninety, was hot. I still remember when he helped her moved in, he was wearing shorts and took off his shirt. He smiled at me when he did it, and I actually thought about him when I was alone in bed that night.
When his university shut down, he was here visiting. He couldn't get a flight back, so his roommate packed up his stuff and put it in storage for him. The only clothes he had were the ones he brought with him. When our university shut down, Jen decided to take her dog and go home as she lived only an hour away and her parents were going to need help with her younger siblings. That meant that I was going to be alone in the apartment with her hot boyfriend.
Even though he is hot, he was really kind of a douche. He is full of himself because he is a Division I athlete, he has a good body and he knows it, and he can get just about any girl he wants. He is used to always getting his way. I never really understood what Jen saw in him. The first day we were alone together was a disaster. When he wasn't working out, the dude just sat and watched TV and asked me to get him beer and snacks. When I refused, he offered to take off his shirt so I could look at his body, but I was not about to be his bitch.
He was surprised when I turned him down, then he went into some ridiculous rant about how he was an alpha male and how grateful I should be. I ignored him, which seemed to make him even more agitated. It wasn't until he called me a faggot that I lost it. I turned off the TV he was watching, moved in front of him, and punched him hard in the side of his face. I could tell he was completely taken aback. Not only had nobody ever stood up to him before, but I had a much stronger right hook than he expected. I didn't knock him out, but I definitely rang his bell.
He retreated into Jen's room, and I didn't see him at all the next day. I would have thought he had left except for his dirty dishes in the sink. I knocked on the door and told him to come out and clean up his mess. It took a minute, but he came out and cleaned up after himself, being careful to stay at least an arm's length from me at all times. When he was done, he went back to his room.
We avoided each other for the next two days. Then he came out of his room when I was watching TV. He apologized for calling me a faggot. I didn't know it at the time, but he had called Jen and told her what happened, demanding she tell me to move out. Instead, she got mad at him. I think he was really starting to feel lonely. To be honest, I was too. I told him he could sit on the couch with me and watch TV if he stripped to his underwear. He said "No, thanks," and went back to his room, but a few minutes later, he came back out wearing only his boxers.
"That's a good boy," I said patting the sofa next to me. I could see a brief moment of pride run through him when he heard me say that. Most guys don't realize how much jocks really get off of the approval of men they respect. The approval I gave him made him less hesitant to sit so close to me. We watched an action movie, and we both enjoyed it.
Before we went to bed, he posed for me. I could see him get happier as I looked him over and told him how hot he looked. Being told how hot he is was something he was more comfortable with. I could see he was a bit disappointed when I went to bed, though. The next day he spent teasing me, trying to get me to tell him how hot he was. He wore nothing but underwear, occasionally flashing me some ass. He was starved for attention and approval, and I was making him work hard for it. That night, watching another movie, I put his head in my lap and stroked his hair. I'm sure he felt the hard on through my shorts, but he didn't say anything about it.
By the end of the first week, he came out wearing just a jock strap. He said he needed to do laundry, but I knew he was trying to get a reaction from me. I gave it to him. I spanked his ass and told him that's how I liked my bitches, ready to be fucked at any time. He didn't seem to like that much, but he didn't change clothes. I touched his ass every chance I got. That night, as we watched a movie, I slipped my finger into his hole. I felt his body tighten, but as I stroked his ego, telling him what a nice ass he had, he gradually relaxed.
The next morning I made breakfast. He came out wearing just a jock strap again. After breakfast, I told him to grab a towel and lay on his bed. I was going to fuck him. He didn't argue with me. He may not have really understood what was happening, but I did. I had become the only source for the male approval he desperately needed. He was surprised how far he was willing to go to get it. He didn't want me to fuck him, but he wasn't going to say no to me.
I really wasn't expecting much from him. It wasn't the first time I had underestimated him, though. He may not have ever had a man's cock in his ass before, but jock that he was, he knew his body. He worked it to make sure I was not disappointed. I rewarded him by making sure he came as I fucked him. I know that embarrassed him, but I whispered in his ear how hot it was. I knew he was uncomfortable as I continued to pound him, but he took it without complaint like the trooper he is. After I shot a huge load in him, I stayed on him, with my cock deep in him, and fell asleep. When I woke up, he hadn't moved. I was hard inside him, so I pumped another load into him.
There was no question about our roles after that. I even heard him on the phone telling Jen not to come back for a visit. He said it was for her own protection, but I knew he didn't want her cock-blocking me.
Next week, I'll train him to suck cock. He's not looking forward to it, but he knows it's not up to him.
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