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I awoke in the early morning, to a dorm room that wasn’t mine, a sour taste in my mouth, a pounding in my head, sore hips and a heavy, unfamiliar weight across my torso. Glancing down at my chest I noted that said weight was attached to an arm. A very large, very muscular, arm. I turned my head to the right and was met with the back of someone’s head. Close cropped dirty-blonde hair did not give me much to go on. I tried to see if there were any distinguishing marks that would give clue as to whom my mystery man was, but from my angle pinned on my back as I was, I was at a disadvantage as to my range of sight. I could, however, tell that he had a large build, as evidenced by the span of his back, and the huge limb currently keeping me captive to the mattress.

I shifted to my left, and felt the arm snake over to my side, drawing me closer in sleep. I tried moving again, but the arm tightened its hold, bringing me deeper into the embrace of my mystery man.

“No. Don’t go. Stay.”

The words were muffled and slurred by sleep, but his head finally turned towards me, and I was able to solve the query as to whose bed I was currently residing in.

Sean Braxton, the rugby captain’s rugged visage met mine, and last night came rushing back with a vengeance.

“I’m just going to the loo. I’ll be right back,” I whispered.

I once again began to slide out from the covers, and after a momentary hesitation, his arm let me go. I padded quietly across the room, and waited to turn on the light until the door was closed. I leaned against my braced right arm as I relieved the pressure in my bladder. I was going to kill Lucien the next time I saw him. This was all his fault. Him and those bedamned parties of his.

I sighed as I flushed, and washed my hands. I took a good long look at myself in the mirror over the sink. Except for my hair, which was in complete disarray, my bloodshot eyes, and my slightly swollen mouth, I was none too worse for wear. But then my eyes were drawn to the love bites that dotted my neck, chest and stomach.

Yes, Sean was a bit of a biter, and he had left evidence of that fact dotting the landscape of my flesh. I counted no less than ten from neck to hip and an especially nasty one over my left nipple. Since I was already in here, I decided to take a quick shower to wash off the testimony of passion from my previous night.

Sean was still sleeping in the same position as I had left him when I emerged freshly scrubbed from the bathroom. I looked around the floor in the dim light from the window for my underwear, and found them next to the bed on the side where I had awoken. I gingerly sat down, and began to put them on, not wanting to wake Sean.

As I stood to pull them up fully, that large arm, quick as lightening, once again snaked around my hip, and tumbled me back down onto the bed. I felt lips nuzzling into the nape of my neck as a hard chest pressed against my back.

“Good morning. You smell delicious.”

“Thanks,” I laughed. “I borrowed some of your wash.”

“It’s too early to be up. Why don’t you come back to bed?”

I sighed again, as I acquiesced, and settled back down. I heard Sean’s breathing once more even out into the rhythmic pattern of sleep. As tired and sore as I was, I found sleep alluded me and I lay there in the dim light and reminisced on how I ended up in this position.

I got the call from the ever-effervescent Lucien the night before. He was hosting a gentlemen’s gambling night with the rugby team, and wanted a few more people to come play to ‘round out the fun’ as he put it.

I showed up at the appointed time, and was ushered to one of the many tables arranged in the various rooms. This was a different location from the house party I had attended with Nathanial back in the spring. It was another large, stately home, but with more of a classy bachelor touch. Everything was decorated in dark wood, and masculine greens, blues and greys. With the wait staff Lucien had provided, it almost felt like a turn of the century Gentlemen’s club.

I was immediately drawn into a game of poker, and served a tumbler of brandy. I barely registered the number of times my drink was replenished as the night wore on. I was initially on a winning streak, but then the winds of fortune turned against me, and I began losing, heavily. I had lost all my winnings and maxed out my kitty, when I resorted to writing out IOUs, at Lucien’s suggestion.

“You’re leading me down a dangerous road of temptation, Lucien,” I sardonically muttered.

“I welcome temptation with open arms, Dear Boy. I am here, you luscious minx, take me into your warm embrace,” he laughed back, throwing his arms out.

I could only laugh along with him, at his classic response. He was such a larger than life, force of nature, that one was easily swept along with his whims into whatever adventure he had concocted; sometimes not always to the benefit of the person being pulled into his shenanigans.

By one thirty in the morning, I was well into my cups and about to bet one of my kidneys, when Lucien declared that this would be the final hand and it would be a winner-take-all final bet. I thought this would be my chance to recoup my losses, but sadly Lady Luck had other agendas.

With a triumphant ‘Whoop’, Sean threw his cards down, his straight beating my low pair, and gathered to pot toward him, my IOUs mixing in with the loose mountain of bills. I unsteadily rose to my feet, wondering how long I would have to pay back the vouchers, and contemplating where I would get the money from. I had chosen to forgo work while at university to better focus on my studies, so I was dependent largely on some savings I had had prior, and from a small monthly stipend from my parents. I knew neither would be enough to cover the debt I owed.

With unsteady feet and alcohol hazed vision, I made my way around the table to where Sean was gathering up his winnings, to try to work out an arrangement for paying off my debt.

“So, Sean,” I began. “I don’t have the money right now to pay you back with, but I’ll get it to you as soon as I can.”

Sean waved me off, as he continued to organize and count his winnings. I stood there, swaying a little, perplexed as to what to do. I always paid my debts, but I knew I owed more than I was good for currently, so I had to square this away before it became an even greater issue than it already was.

“Sean, please,” I began again. “I will pay you back, but it’s going to take me a little time.”

Sean finally looked up at me, a smirk on his face.

“I can tell this is important to you. Paying me what you owe,” he answered. “Tell you what, come back to my room, and we’ll talk about an arrangement.”

My relief at being able to handle my chit completely overshadowed any warning bells that might have been ringing. It probably wasn’t helped by the vast amount of alcohol I consumed, either. I waited as patiently as I was able while he finished gathering his belongings and said his farewells to his comrades and Lucien.

“Thanks for a great night, Lucien. Once again you have out-done yourself with the entertainment.”

“We do our best,” he said with a flourishing bow. “But, I’m thinking the greater entertainment will be happening later?” Lucien finished with a wink.

Sean just chuckled, and after a final wave to the rest of the room, I followed him out the door, as we headed to his dorm.

The cooler autumn air felt wonderful against my face and helped me to sober up a bit. We walked side by side in companionable silence, just breathing in the crisp sent of the trees, our breaths making small clouds in the late-night air.

I followed Sean up the front stairs of his building and up a further two flights to his room. He closed the door behind us, and tossed his jacket on a near-by chair, as he headed deeper into the room.

“You want something to drink?” he asked over his shoulder.

“I could really use some water right about now,” I replied, half laughing, nervously.

He went to a small cupboard and brought me back a cold glass, which I downed about half of, in one gulp. For himself, he grabbed a beer out of his mini-fridge, before flopping onto his sofa, toeing off his shoes. Cracking it open, he turned to me as I was still standing by the door, holding my half empty glass.

“So,” he started, “let’s get down to business. Please come have a seat.”

I walked over and sat perched on the edge of the cushion and drew a deep breath, ready once again to make my case, and explain my financial circumstances. I was about to open my mouth, when he beat me to it.

“I hear from Nathanial that you’re amazing at giving head.”

I just stared at him in shock. The air in my chest immediately deflating in my lungs at this shocking opener to negotiations. Never would I have imagined those words coming out of his mouth. Especially at a time like this.

“I also hear from Lucien that you’re a fantastic lay. And with his history, that’s high praise indeed.”

Still, I could not form an idea let alone a complete concept as to where this conversation was heading.

“So, it’s like this,” he said, turning fully towards me. “I have a girlfriend, but she lives several hours away by train, so we rarely get to see each other on the regular. I’ve been a bit pent up lately, and to be frank, hand to gland combat just ain’t cutting it anymore. You want to pay back your IOUs, why don’t we work out a little arrangement that is satisfactory to the both of us?”

“But-but,” I finally managed to stammer out, “You’re not gay.”

“No, I’m not, but I dabble from time to time, when the need necessitates.”

“And you want me to pay you back, with what, blow-jobs?”

“More or less.”

I could only sit there slack-jawed, my mouth opening and closing like a beached fish. I know my brain wasn’t firing on all cylinders, so I was having a tough time fathoming the direction of this conversation. My brain just couldn’t process point A reaching a point B.

“I don’t think I’m fully following what you’re asking of me. Sorry, but I’m still pretty drunk,” I finally managed.

“Here’s my proposition,” he began. “You give me head once or twice a week and maybe we’ll fool around further, until the next break, and I’ll consider your debt fully paid off.”

I did the quick math with my addled brain and figured it being about twenty-four blow-jobs over the next three months or so. I knew I owed him about four grand with as heavy as the play was, so was this really a good deal? Yes, I reasoned, it got me out of the debt that I would be very hard-pressed to pay, but what was the ‘fooling around further’ he talked about? That sounded a bit ominous.

“So, I only have to suck your cock for the next three months, and you’ll acknowledge my debt as having been paid?”

“That is correct.”

“In full. It’ll be paid in full?”

“Yes, in full. I’ll even give you back your IOUs.”

I pondered that a moment, before asking the other question that had been plaguing my mind.

“What is your idea of ‘fooling around further’?”

“That will be entirely at your discretion, but if things progress beyond just blow-jobs, we’ll just let nature take its course. So, what will your answer be?”

I tried to see if there was a down side, and at this point nothing seemed to really be ringing any warning bells. I knew that in the harsh light of day that this might have the ability to fully implode, but tonight alone, this seemed like a lifeline thrown to a man, drowning in debt.

“Oh, and one more thing: This deal is only good for tonight, so don’t think about it for too long.”

Since he had just put a deadline on this negotiation I said the only thing I could.

“Yes, I’ll do it. I agree to your terms.”

I leaned back into the cushions, the glass of water beginning to slip from my slackened hold as the weight of my decision slammed down upon me. He sat forward, a broad smile on his full lips, and began stroking the inside of my left thigh. In my inebriated state, I couldn’t help but respond to the caress. My jeans began to tighten, rather obviously, at his teasing touch. My moan was swallowed as his mouth came down to capture mine, as he stroked his palm up my thigh, to cup my growing erection in his large hand.

I let the glass fall fully from my hand to land harmlessly, albeit wetly, on the carpet below us, as I brought my own arms up to twine them around Sean’s thick neck. I ran my hands into and through his hair, bringing our mouths into closer contact. His tongue plunged and plundered my mouth to the fullest, and I actually gasped for air when we finally parted for a moment.

Being almost half a foot taller than I and weighing practically twice as much, afforded Sean the strength to nearly pick me up, and settle me straddling his thighs, letting our straining erections become better acquainted. Although I had never been on the ‘girl’s’ position before while sitting like this on a sofa, I quickly realized that it allowed me better access to his mouth, and lessened our height discrepancy. I also found that this new position allowed me to grind our groins together, which caused us both to groan in ecstasy.

Sean broke our kiss again and pulled his shirt off over his head, before he grabbed the hem of mine and did the same. I moved my hands from his head and down his neck and to his chest. I leaned back down and reclaimed his mouth, our tongues dueling as they wrapped and slid along each other. Sean let out a low growl as I dug my fingers into his pectoral muscles, kneading the hard flesh. I ran my thumbs over and across his hard nipples, tracing the areolas with the pad of my thumb. He broke our kiss again, to lean forward and latch his mouth to my neck, biting at the flesh.

He hissed in through his teeth when I pulled away and leaned down, latching onto one of the hard, little pebbles, using my teeth to gently anchor myself. I wrapped my tongue around the sensitive bead of flesh, and proceeded to lathe it fully. I moved to the other side and gave his left one the same treatment.

“No more teasing, please,” he panted. “I need your mouth around my cock.”

I slid off his lap to land on my knees on the wet floor. I undid the button on his pants and slowly unzipped his fly. I briefly contemplated giving him a really lousy blow-job, but quickly dismissed the idea as he might then make me pay back the debt in actual currency. Plus, after having my skills talked up by both Nathanial and Lucien, my pride was partly on the line, so I decided to give him the mouth party to put all prior assignations to shame.

I slowly slid his pants down and over his hips. I then wrapped my lips around his hard shaft over his boxers. I nibbled and nipped at him, making him moan and twitch as I slowly began to drive him mad with lust. I pulled back the waistband and flicked the underside of his frenulum with the tip of my tongue, as I drew his boxers lower over his hips and thighs.

My mouth began watering as I took in the magnificence that was Sean. Like the rest of him, he was thick and substantial, and I suppressed a small shudder as I thought about this large, hard muscle stretching me as it entered from behind. I grasped him firmly with my right hand and drew him fully into my mouth and down my throat. I sucked hard and slowly drawing my mouth up and off, letting my lips make a popping sound as I disengaged. Sean hissed in a ragged breath as I went back down, taking him in fully to the base once again. I started to fall into a rhythm with my mouth and hand, using suction and a firm grip, pumping his poor neglected cock with all the skills I had acquired over the last year.

He began to twitch his hips as he threw back his head, panting harshly, letting out little sexy sounds. His actions brought my arousal further to the surface, and I could feel myself straining against my own pants. I became aware that his balls were beginning to tighten up and he seemed like he was quickly headed to an orgasm. Now I could have just let him cum right then and there, but I really wanted to draw out his pleasure, and show him why I was the best at what I did.

I slowed down my rhythm and left off sucking him, keeping my hand stroking, but with less strength behind my grip. I could sense his disappointment at my having stopped him before crossing the finish line, but he let out a small gasp as I leaned down and caressed his large sack with my tongue. I spent an equal amount of time on each ball, getting to know them orally.

By the time I was working on his right one, Sean had brought his hands up and was running his fingers through my hair, palming and flexing them against my scalp. Using my left hand, I gently raised his full sack up, and ran my tongue up the underside, over the top, and to the base of his shaft, flicking the tip against the flesh where it met.

“Oh, fuck Des, do that again,” he moaned.

I acquiesced to his request and repeated to movement a few more times. I noted that he seemed to really like when I slipped my tongue a little further deeper below his ballocks, and stroked against the perineum. I decided to try something, and after lubricating my fingers with my mouth, I brought them down between his legs and began to rub them against that bridge of flesh, slowly and subtly working them deeper into him.

He unconsciously opened his legs wider and scooted his ass towards to the edge of the sofa cushion, as I moved my fingers higher and higher between his cheeks. I felt that exact moment when the tip of my middle finger brushed against his soft sphincter, because he flinched and let out a shuddering moan of deep pleasure.

I gently probed and pushed against it, as I let some saliva pool on my tongue, before I licked as deep as I could, helping to spread some lubrication to the area. I coated his crevasse well, before I repeated the action adding more to well-grease both my finger and his tight hole.

Using my wet fingertip, I circled around the edges letting him become familiar with the sensation of touch, before I started really probing at it. At this time, I had also resumed my previous oral ministrations on his shaft. Sean was really breathing heavily and I could see his thighs flexing as I brought him up again.

I took him deep into my throat, flexing the muscles around him, as I started entering his ass with my finger. I made it past the first muscle relatively easily, but was waylaid by the second. I knew the easiest way to move past it was to stroke it open gently, much like cracking open a locked safe. I moved my middle finger in and out in time with my intake and withdrawal along his shaft. Slowly but surely, he began to loosen and soon I was a full knuckle and a half deep into him.

I rotated my hand to be fully palm-up as I stoked deeper and deeper into him. His hands were fisting in my hair when I decided he was loose enough to add a second finger. I worked my first finger in, in much the same manner as I had the middle finger, and soon had two fingers buried inside his tight ass. I could feel his inner muscles flex and strain against my invasion as I teased them in and out of him, caressing along his seemingly virgin hole.

I felt him start to go when he clamped down around my fingers, and loosed a hoarse shout. I pressed up deep within him, putting pressure on his prostate, as he shot jet after hot jet down my throat. I kept up the stroking, drawing out his orgasm, extending it past its usual length. He was breathing hard, half doubled over as I worked him with my hand. Suddenly he let out a loud gasp, his back and neck arching as he clenched down hard on my fingers, and I realized that I had just pushed him to a second dry orgasm. He let out a long, loud moan as he collapsed against the back of the couch, his breathing choppy and erratic. I stroked him through the second one as well, really forcing the pleasure upon him.

He shook his head ‘no’ as I picked up speed, and began to fuck him with my hand again.

“Ple- please. No…. no more,” he begged, panting.

Keeping my fingers still stroking inside him, the devil inside me rose to the surface as I leaned up and forward to whisper in his ear.

“I think you’ve got one more in there. You said it had been a while, and I want to you feel like you’re getting your money’s worth out of this bargain.”

I nipped his lobe as I ran my right hand down to tweak his left nipple before bringing my hand lower to circle and stroke his hardening shaft, all the while keeping up the pleasurable assault on his ass.

He came again, sobbing, at he shot another load over his stomach. I stroked him with both hands, milking his pleasure for all that it was worth.

“Stop. You have to stop. It’s starting to become painful. I can’t take anymore,” he panted, near tears.

I slowly disengaged my left hand, amidst a hiss from Sean, and released my hold with my right hand, as I sat back on my heels.

Sean sat there utterly drained, his hands covering his eyes, breathing hard, as his body fell back to earth. I watched the rise and fall of his chest with a self-satisfied smirk on my face, my own cock still hard and needing attention.

Sean suddenly dropped his hands and lunged forward, grabbing my throat with his hands, crushing my mouth with his. Pulling back, he looked deep into my eyes, searching for something in their green depths.

“Those were probably some of the best, most intense orgasms I’ve ever had,” he began, before tightening his hold on my throat. “But if you ever try that bullshit again, I will beat your fucking ass, you got me?”

I swallowed, slowly nodding my understanding, and he loosened his hold. Releasing me entirely he flopped back on to the sofa after grabbing what remained of his beer, downing it in one gulp. He then grabbed one of his socks off the floor and used it to clean himself off. I sat there panting myself, desperately aroused and needing some release of my own.

Sean stood up and extended his hand to mine, helping me to my feet. I swayed upon standing, the alcohol catching back up with me after the adrenaline rush of giving Sean head had subsided. He pulled me stumbling into his bedroom, where he tossed me onto the bed. I rolled onto my back, and lay there staring at the ceiling a moment before my gaze was obscured by Sean’s face as he came down over me.

“I think a little payback is in order after that stunt you just pulled,” he growled.

Before I could say or do anything, he had my pants undone and his hand plunged into the waistband. He drew out my full erection, and began stroking it vigorously, while fastening his mouth to my neck once again. I knew that this was supposed to be a punishment for my earlier act upon his person, but I couldn’t help responding to his touch. I arched my neck as he bit down hard when I started cumming, coating both his hand and my stomach in my sticky love juices. Sean grabbed an edge of his sheet and wiped his hand clean before he yanked my pants and boxer-briefs off the rest of the way.

He rolled me onto my stomach before he went to work on my back, biting and sucking his way down from my shoulders to my hips. He slid his arm under me, and brought me up onto my knees.

“You know, your ass is almost as sexy as a girls’,” he murmured, stroking his large hand over it.

He then continued to bite and nibble my fleshy cheeks, as he worked his way down and over to my own crack. He parted to cheeks and proceeded to give my man hole a very thorough tongue lashing. I was soon moaning and crying out, thrusting my hips against his face as he orally plundered my man cave, causing me once again to stand at attention. Once he had gotten me thoroughly lubricated and panting, he pulled me up fully on my knees against his wide chest, snugging his own stiff erection between my wet cheeks.

He reached down and began to stroke me, all the while rubbing his hard shaft against me in time to the rhythm of his hand. He stroked and rubbed faster and faster and suddenly my orgasm crashed over me, making my cry out as I once again shot my load. Sean pushed me forwards and I landed on my elbows, catching myself before I did a full faceplant onto the mattress. I heard a pop and snap of something being opened before I felt the cold sensation of genuine lube dribbling down my crack, coating my ass.

Sean smeared it well and deep against me, before I heard the sound of him stroking it over himself. I felt him once again spread my cheeks, before I felt the nudge of his head against my back door.

I relaxed myself and moved back into him, feeling him start to penetrate. I could feel myself stretching to accommodate his girth, but even then, I knew it would be a tight fit. He slowly and methodically pushed his way in, until he was fully sheathed. I barely had a moment to adjust to his size before he was thrusting in and out of me.

I hissed and bit my lip as pleasure warred with pain. His size was stretching me to my limit. While I may have had longer, I knew that Sean was the widest I had ever had, and in his punishment for earlier, he was going to fuck me on his terms, letting me know where I stood with him. I was going to have none of this, though. While he might have gotten himself a new ‘pet’ for a while, I was about to teach him that this pet had teeth.

I locked my muscles down around him, hard. Even with all the lubrication, he was having a challenging time moving in either direction. I waited a moment before I released the tension and allowed him to slide fully back into me, before I locked myself down around him again. I looked at him over my shoulder.

“I just want you to know, that I’m allowing this to happen. You are not fucking me, I’m letting you fuck me. You may have gotten a new pet, but you only have me on my terms. Are we clear?”

Sean chuckled as he tried, unsuccessfully, to move in me once again, before he smiled, and gave a little nod.

“So, my new pet has claws, does he? I can handle that. So, tell me little kitty, how do you want it?”

“Give me a moment to adjust to you, fucker. You can’t just shove it in and go into beast mode. That might work for your girlfriend, but this is our first time. Take it slow, ok?”

Sean leaned down and kissed one of the bite marks on my shoulder in apology, before he slowly began thrusting into me. One of the benefits of having such control of my inner muscles was that I could relax them rather quickly, as soon his movements brought only pleasure, and the pain of earlier was soon forgotten.

Sean fell into a rhythm quickly after that, and as he went into what I had earlier termed as ‘beast mode’ I found I didn’t mind it so much. The measured withdrawal and return, the slapping of flesh against flesh and the cries and grunts all became a concert surrounding around us at it echoed off the walls. I could tell Sean was nearing his limit when he began to pick up even more speed. Grasping my hips and leaning down he panted in my ear.

“Desmond, I’m going to cum inside you.”

I was so close to my own release, that all I could do was nod my head. I felt him give three more thrusts before he slammed into me a final time and was growling out his release, pumping his load into me as promised. His orgasmic flexing triggered my own, and I spent myself on the sheets once again, calling out his name as I came.

I lost count after that of the number of times we fucked that night. I vaguely remembered being in cowgirl position and him biting my chest a few times, once hard enough around the nipple to draw blood. That one was going to smart when the chlorine hit it at practice on Monday.

At some point in the wee hours, both of our stamina wore itself out and we collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and thoroughly sated. And that was where I found myself a few hours later, cuddled against this mountain of a man.

I knew the moment Sean re-awoke as I felt a certain part of him awaken as well and gently prod itself against me. He hugged me tighter to him, and once again nuzzled my neck, only this time his right hand started traveling down my body to stroke over my hip, coming around to the front and going lower, to awaken parts of my own anatomy.

“I thought you had gotten it all out of your system last night,” I murmured, arching into his caresses.

“I got my release from months of having a dry spell, but this morning is all from you, cuddling so sweetly against me.” He gently thrust his full erection against my ass, as he continued stroking me.

“I’m not sure I can take another round of you this quickly. You really rode me hard last night,” I hissed as he rubbed his thumb over my head.

“I’ll take it nice and slow this morning then,” he said, sliding my underwear back down my thighs.

He located the lube again, and this time warmed it in his hand before he coated my ass and himself with it. After the vigorous rounds of last night, he easily slipped inside of me, and began to slowly stroke in and out. He used his lubricated hand to stroke my straining shaft in time to his movements. I was soon panting and moaning as he kept up the unhurried yet methodical movements of both his hand and hips. I kept arching into him, trying to force him to speed up, but he was in full control this morning, staying at his own pace, letting us both just gradually enjoy the building pleasure.

My orgasm snuck up and suddenly crashed over me, causing me to gasp as I crested. I felt myself began to flex internally, pushing Sean over the edge. His own twitching cock drawing out my orgasm to its fullest. He clasped me to his chest, and once more, I felt his teeth on my shoulder as he twitched and jerked inside of me. We lay there in the after-glow, panting, still joined. I rotated my shoulder a fraction, and Sean disengaged his teeth from my flesh. If this arrangement was going to stand, we would have to have a heart to heart about his proclivity for gnawing upon my person.

But at this moment still basking in the full body rush, I could let it go. I cuddled deeper against Sean and ruminated on the next three months, as my eyes became heavy, and I drifted back off to sleep.