24 comments/ 30199 views/ 124 favorites Stefan By: perihelion I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it but somehow in those defining and fumbling teenage years I realized that I was never going to be interested in girls the way my older brothers were, the way most of the other guys I knew were. It was an earth shattering thing for me and I lived in total denial until my sophomore year in college. There was a very important reason why I masturbated to fantasies that I'd then feel guilty and ashamed about afterward. Talk about being repressed, I grew up in a Christian home where I was expected to conform to set principles of behavior, principles that stifled me. I willingly disavowed the very core of my being in shame and fear of being exposed. Everyone was always talking about their personal relationship with God and how they could feel his presence with them, could pray and he always gave them the answer. It never happened for me and I felt like I just didn't belong, that maybe I was not good enough for God to acknowledge. Of course I kept such thoughts to myself and played the game. To everyone around me I was the all American boy, the one girl's fantasize about. My father was the Reverend Paul Chrichton, pastor of the local Methodist church and a gay son was totally out of the question. The church sermons on the evils of homosexuality made an indelible impression on me and I felt like a hell bound pervert. Boys like girls, girls like boys, and it's against God's teachings to lay with the same sex. Most of the time I felt like hell was about to open up and swallow me, particularly after some homosexual incident made the news and there was a renewed Christian fervor, warnings about the mark of the beast, and then there was my unending fear of shaming my family and my church. There was clear evidence for all to see what happened to you if everyone thought or knew you were a homosexual. Beginning in kindergarten at age five, I saw how sissies were treated and the last thing I ever wanted to be was a sissy. Two sissies were in my classes from kindergarten to graduation and I probably over compensated and became the most macho male child in our school because of them. I guess you could say that I owe them for outwardly becoming the man that fathers want their beloved daughters to marry. I avoided anything feminine, anything that could possibly out me but I didn't have to pretend I don't like girly things. I don't and never have. I'm not that kind of gay man. I have a definite respect for effeminate males and I've never been one to make fun of them. An effeminate male must be one of the toughest people on this earth and the hell they experience almost every day would be intolerable for me, probably for most. I never wanted to play with dolls like Victor Lashley and Brendan Doylett. Victor became a hairdresser and Brendan eventually became a kick ass brilliant attorney for the American Civil Liberties Union, a total bastard that you'd really rather have on your side than as your enemy. But growing up I avoided Victor and Brendan like the plague, afraid that somehow everyone might see the secret hidden inside me, a secret that I tried to hide from myself. I was the school math whiz, an overall good student, and a first class athlete; just like my older brothers and my father before me. I dated different girls during high school but I never initiated any sexual behavior and rejected any overtures. I overdid it a bit with being the virtuous son of a minister bit, particularly since I know most preacher's kids are like demons from hell. So I was a virgin when I graduated and other students may have snickered behind my back but never to my face. Our small community projected the facade of an almost Disney World perfection because of the strong religious leadership that controlled it and that worked in my favor. I managed to be the valedictorian of my high school graduation class and received both academic and football scholarships. I participated all school sports and loved football, loved the physical contact, and played well in any position. I was quarterback during my senior year and I carried our team through an undefeated season. The coach said that's what sealed the deal with my football scholarship. Football may have gotten me a scholarship but I loved most sports and had a particular love of tennis, another sport in which I excelled. My scholarships were to the university where my father and grandfather graduated and they were thrilled. My university was on the opposite coast from my hometown and my two older brothers had gotten full scholarships to other colleges closer to home. Each of them married a longtime girlfriend right after graduating from high school. We never talked about it but my oldest brother Bob had married a week after graduation because his girlfriend Charlene was four months pregnant. My father actually had the balls to insist that their daughter was born prematurely. I enrolled studying mathematics and computer engineering and for the first time I felt totally free, not that I went wild or acted upon my true sexual desires right away. Within two games I was a star wide receiver on the university football team and there seemed to be an endless supply of girls to date as a cover, girls who hung around with the football team like female mascots. The first year was a cake walk for me; I pledged Delta Sigma Phi, the fraternity of my father and grandfather; and I was a dean's list student. Before leaving home I had serious fears about making a fool of myself by lusting after my unknown roommate, fears that were quickly washed away. I was fortunate to have a roommate who had zero sex appeal to anyone. His name was Hiram and he was a nice guy but he was revolting with a long list of issues that guarantee rejection as a candidate for sexual interest from either sex. He invented a new definition for the word nerd but I will concede in his defense that he was totally color blind. He couldn't drive a car because he couldn't tell the difference between the changing stop lights. He always wore white shirts, black pants, black socks, and the same style black shoes to avoid mismatching colors. He had an absurd hyena laugh that made you want to kill him after about twenty minutes listening to it. Oh, and he was five feet four inches tall and weighed two hundred and seventy pounds. I was amazed to see him walk and move around. He looked like a walking marshmallow blob of flesh and for the first time I felt that maybe God was looking out for me by sending me Hiram. It wasn't hard to lose my virginity during the spring semester of my freshman year and I planned it out carefully like some sort of math problem, including condoms as if they balanced the equation. Peggy was a girl known to fuck around and with an overwhelming desire to fuck every guy on the football team. When my time rolled around I was ready. It was great, far more than I'd expected and when I saw her the next day she acted as if nothing had ever happened. Yep. The perfect girl to lose your virginity to and the perfect girl to use as a cover. To my teammates I was one of the guys. Even though I was known for football, tennis was the game I played to relax, a game I actually loved more than football. That's really not that unusual. Most football players I know like to play other non-contact sports like golf or tennis just for fun. There were several really good tennis players on the university tennis team, some of whom I enjoyed matches with and they considered me to be a challenging opponent. I didn't realize that my weekly tennis games were being watched by people who had a real interest in my tennis skills. One day three weeks before the end of the fall semester of my junior year the head tennis coach summoned me to his office and literally begged me to join the tennis team. Most of the best members of the tennis team had graduated the previous June and September had not added any new talents. Coach Nickerson was sweating and under pressure. Administration and alumni don't want excuses and he only had one star player, Stefan Lindstrom. We didn't make the football playoffs that year so with the end of the fall semester the football season was over for me. After a quick discussion between the athletic department coaches suddenly I was on the tennis team for the Spring Semester with the understanding that in the fall I'd be back on the football team. I agreed to join for two reasons. One, I loved tennis and two, Stefan Lindstrom was my sexual fantasy. I thought he was perfection itself and had often watched him play although I'd never actually met him or spoken to him. He was the university golden boy, very involved with campus activities and student government. I'd worshipped him from afar, so to speak, afraid if I got too near him he'd see right through me and know how I felt about him. So we never actually met each other and that was okay with me, apparently okay with him, too. When I joined the team Coach Nickerson told me that he'd made Stefan my practice partner. I was stunned and pleased at the same time. He told me that based upon what he'd observed of my court performance he thought Stefan and I were going to be a challenge for each other. I wasn't sure how much of that was flattery and how much was truth. Maybe he was trying boost my confidence but what he didn't know was that I thought I could match him shot for shot. The only problem would be if I spent more time looking at Stefan than the tennis ball. Then there was the problem of Stefan realizing I lusted after his body and the ensuing disaster that would follow. Coach Nickerson told the team that Stefan would arrive a week late because he'd had to go back to Sweden to attend his grandfather's funeral. I had figured the other team members would resent me for joining the team and being made Stefan's partner but I needn't have worried. They'd all been up against him and he'd shot all of them down, so aggressively that most of them didn't even want to practice with him. Not only did it seem that none of them wanted to play him, none of them even wanted to be his partner in doubles competitions. I discovered Stefan was an aggressive player that liked to massacre opponents and was known for unbearable arrogance on the court. The other team members had taken bets to see how many days I'd last with Stefan before I was ready to kill him. Stefan's off court personality was the opposite of his on court persona. The entire first week I listened to conflicting stories about the golden boy. Most of the girl's team had a love hate relationship with him caused by his fucking and then dropping almost every single one of them. Most of the guys had been tennis stars in their high schools only to be crushed by Stefan and suddenly put in jeopardy of losing their athletic scholarships. After two days I felt like the only thing that could have been worse was land mines buried on the tennis courts. It became even more apparent why Coach Nickerson was so stressed out. By the time Stefan showed up the following Monday I was so full of tension I was a wreck. I was eating breakfast in the Student Center and he walked in like a blond god, laughing and charming everyone as he went through the serving line. That was the Stefan I knew, the guy who had been elected president of the sophomore and junior classes, the one who was the life of the party and was known as the campus stud. The guy who didn't know I existed even with my football reputation. Our eyes met briefly as we ate breakfast but he didn't acknowledge me, just moved on as if he was looking for someone else. We didn't have a practice together until Tuesday afternoon. The grounds crew had mowed the lawn and clipped the hedges early that morning and around noon it had rained so the air still had that sweet wet smell mixed with scent of newly cut grass. As I came around the end of the hedge Stefan was sitting on a bench outside the court looking so visually stunning it was almost like he wasn't real. Photographers should have been shooting him for the cover of a magazine. I'd masturbated twice that morning in preparation for this meeting but I still felt my cock becoming erect. This was the man of my masturbation fantasies and my cock was not going to be still for our first official meeting. I aimlessly wondered if he followed football, if he'd ever heard of me before Nickerson put us together, and again I felt the cold sweat of my fear that he might see right through my straight facade. Stefan hadn't noticed my arrival and I watched as he swayed to the music on his iPod. His long slender fingers strummed his racquet strings like a guitar. I stood back and stared at him for a few minutes, steeling myself for his reaction to me. He crossed his long sexy legs and closed his eyes, caught up in the music. Tall, around 6'5", with light blond hair, he was the epitome of the icy cool Swede. I knew he was a dean's list student, that he was fluent in Swedish, German, French, and English, and like me, he was majoring in mathematics and computer engineering. He was born in Stockholm and his parents moved to the United States when he was fourteen so his father could take a monster promotion with a computer firm. Even though we were in the same academic programs somehow Stefan and I had only taken two classes together, both taught in auditoriums with over a hundred students. I'd sat far behind Stefan so I could stare at him unobserved and he'd never noticed me once. Not that he would; he was always surrounded by girls who hung on his every word and movement. Even the professors were caught up in the net of his charm. Suddenly I was shaken from lustful trance by Susan Collins walking past. She yelled hello to me and I hoped she had noticed me openly staring at Stefan. I yelled back hello back to her and Stefan opened his eyes. He saw me coming toward him and smiled that cocky grin of his. "You're late, man! You were supposed to be here at two. I was just about to leave!" I gave him an eat shit look. I didn't plan to start off our relationship with him walking all over me as he apparently had with all of his other teammates. "Really?" I laughed. "Coach set it up for two thirty because he knows I've got a class that ends at two o'clock on Tuesdays and Fridays. I'm twenty minutes early. I thought I'd get here and hit a few balls before you showed up. Maybe if I had a pussy you'd have paid more attention to Nickerson." He shot a bird at me and snorted. "You've got a smart mouth on you, Bill. Too bad you aren't as smart on the football field. And if you had a pussy we'd be in my room fucking. We wouldn't be out here playing tennis." I grunted. "You're awfully sure of yourself, asshole. What makes you think I'd let you fuck me? You're not my type. And, Richard, my name is Ben." He gently tapped me on my head with the strings of his racket and burst out laughing. "Of course I'm your type, sweetheart. You'd be on your knees sucking my dick if I'd let you. And my name is Stefan." I pushed his racket away and stormed to the opposite end of the court. This was the usual boys joking about each other's sexuality shit but I wasn't in the mood to hear it. It cut too close to the truth and it confirmed what I'd heard about golden boy's arrogance. "Like I said. Too sure of yourself. And I'll call you Stefan when you call me Ben." I hit a practice ball over the net to him and to his obvious surprise he missed it. "Okay, Ben it is. Like I said, you'll be on your knees soon enough." I laughed. "Dream on, dick wad. Let's get this show on the road. I'm only here because Nickerson said you're off your game and you need someone to get you back on track. Looks like he's right." Stefan grimaced, his face like a thundercloud and no longer amused. "Okay, enough! I'm just joking around! If I've offended you in some way then I apologize. I'm sorry. Excuse me. Mea culpa. Whatever. Let's just get this fucking practice over." I served the ball straight into him and it clearly hurt. I meant to do it but I immediately regretted it. Almost. I expected someone of his caliber to step aside and hit it back to me, particularly someone so arrogant about being a great tennis player. "Fuck you!" he yelled. Stefan grabbed his racket cover from the bench, ready to storm off. "Forget it, Waldo. Fucking forget it. I'll find someone else to practice with. Tell Coach to hook you up with someone who can put up with your shit!" I was stunned that I'd thrown him off his game so easily. He really was a temperamental cuss. Stefan was the best the university tennis team had to offer? He'd pissed me off but almost instantly I remembered he'd just buried his grandfather and this was his second day back. I felt horrible for possibly taking an unfair advantage during what must be an emotional time. I raced over to his side and touched his shoulder. "Please. I'm sorry. Stay and practice with me. Sometimes I get a little over zealous and arrogant. It's a failing of mine. I guess it comes from being so good at everything I do." I said this sort of tongue in cheek actually acknowledging failures that we both had, he more so than I. He knew it and he sheepishly grinned. "So you have those faults, too, huh?" "So I've heard," I laughed. "Of course I think the people who think that are full of shit." We both burst out laughing at that and it was as if we connected at that point, as if we better understood each other. "I'll take it easy with you," Stefan joked. "I might even let you win a set." "Really? We're only playing three sets today and I don't think I'll need your help, golden boy." "I'll tell you what. If you win all three sets I'll let you suck my dick." "Go to hell. If I win all three sets I'll let you lick my asshole." Suddenly the practice was on full steam with us talking trash and tearing into each other. I stared at him, wanting his body, and sometimes Stefan would have this knowing smirk on his face like he saw right through me. I was sweating, trying to hold on to my game while Stefan was as handsome as a story book prince, barely sweating and playing tennis with seemingly no real exertion. His golden blond wavy hair and the faint dusting of it on his forearms and legs would have given me a major erection if I hadn't been running my ass off. I won the first set in a tie break but the way Stefan grinned at me it was as if he thought he'd let me win it. FUCK! I couldn't decide if I really did win it or if he let me win it. "Hold on just a minute!" he yelled. He made an exaggerated movement of adjusting his crotch and walked toward me at the net. "Sorry, man. I had put my stuff back in the jock strap," he stage whispered. "Damn cock's so big it keeps slipping out when I'm running around on court." "You wish," I laughed. "A clitoris doesn't even need a jock strap." "When you suck it later you'll choke on it." He grinned and bent over to re-tie his shoes with his ass in my face. He had stunning long slender legs and his ass was magnificent in his tight white tennis shorts. My eyes bored into his ass and then I saw he'd been watching my face while he was bent over. He stood up, smiling triumphantly. "See something you like?" he laughed. My face must have turned purple. I'd been busted and I wanted to kill him. The next two games were crucifying. We went to deuce fourteen times in the second set and he finally won it but he was sweating hard. No more cool blond Swede. His ass was dragging and I realized that I was in better shape than him. I probably owed that to Coach Sweeney who would run the football team to the point of collapse over mistakes in a football game. If we lost a game it was living hell trying to get ready for the next game. We lost too many games that season, we hadn't made the playoffs, and I was used to living in practice hell. It had paid off and I was ready to crush Stefan. Stefan "You look worried, Benny," he teased me. "You're not going to cry when I win are you?" He was trying to provoke me, trying to psych me out. He was laughing but I could smell the fear on him. I hadn't been a top athlete my entire life not to know what was going on now. I said nothing, wanting him to think he had the upper hand. We both saw Coach Nickerson sit down the bench outside our court. He looked at his watch and then at me. We were over our allotted court time but it didn't matter. "Good game, girls!" he yelled. "Don't worry about the court time! You're doing too good to quit now!" From the look on Stefan's face it was obvious he was hoping Nickerson would call a halt but he didn't. "What's the matter, Nancy?" I smiled. "Getting tired?" He gave me the finger and served an ace. No matter. I had him and I knew it. I ran him from one side of the court to the other, pushing him, frustrating him. I took the third set at 6-4 and there was no doubt who won it. Stefan walked to the net and shook my hand. Coach Nickerson would have had his ass if he hadn't. "Good game, Ben," he smiled. "I knew you were good. I just didn't realize how good." He meant it and I felt like I was on top of the world. "Thanks, Stefan. It was a good game. I enjoyed playing with you." He leaned into me and gave me a man hug. "Remember I promised I'd let you suck my dick if you won. Your place or mine?" I pushed away from him and hit him in the shoulder, really hit him. "Ouch!" he whined. "That's not what I call good sportsmanship. What do you think, Coach? The winner's not supposed to try to beat up the loser." Coach Nickerson snorted. "Not usually. But when it comes to assholes like you, Stefan, there are exceptions to the rule." We all burst out laughing and walked away from the courts. I watched quietly as Stefan and Nickerson joked around and Nickerson gave some pointers about Stefan's unforced errors. I pretended to be engrossed in his teaching but I was watching Stefan, now so beautiful and relaxed, laughing and comfortable. I was thinking about his tease, his taunt about my being on my knees begging for his dick. It was what I dreamed of every day and I knew that if he were to put his naked cock in my face in a locker room I'd suck every drop of cum out of it in a heartbeat, even if every student in the university was watching. "Ben, you know Saul and Vickers were supposed to practice this afternoon, too." I was startled from my sexual fantasies. Coach was speaking to me. "Saul said they were planning to be here but maybe something came up," I replied. Those two assholes were in my dorm and unfortunately when I joined the tennis team they gave Nickerson the impression I was a good buddy of theirs. It was the opposite. I ran every time I saw them coming to keep from being associated with whatever shit they were pulling on that particular day. I was reluctant to enlighten Nickerson and was mulling over the way to tell him without alerting those two maniacs. Their exploits were well known on campus but they seemed to be popular with the coach, why I couldn't fathom. I cursed the fact that they were in my dorm and felt trapped by the impression that I was a friend of theirs. No way was I going to tell Nickerson that Vickers had gotten into a fist fight with some guy off campus that morning and had ended up in jail. He'd find out soon enough. Vickers wasn't one to fuck around with. He was vicious as hell and he'd knock your lights out in a heartbeat if you pissed him off. He'd been kicked off the football team last year because he got in a fight with Ronnie Harrell for missing a field goal and put him in the hospital. Not only did Ronnie have to quit the football team to recover from his injuries, he'd transferred to the University of Georgia. The football coaches were furious over losing the best kicker in years to a rival school. I swallowed hard and avoided the coach's eyes but it didn't matter. Apparently he already knew but was waiting to see if I'd tell him since I was such a good friend of theirs. "Yeah, Ben, something came up alright," he said sarcastically. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news about your friend but I've just come from the jail." "You know Coach, Vickers and Saul just happen to be in my dorm. I don't really know either of them well enough to be called a friend," I said vehemently. Coach Nickerson patted me on the back and smiled. "Well, that's good to know, Ben. I'd hate to think you were involved with all the shenanigans they're in." Thank God I spoke up, I thought. Stefan laughed. "Who stole Ricky's cinnamon roll?" Nickerson snorted. "It wasn't his breakfast that was the problem today." We all laughed. A few weeks earlier, Ricky Vickers had narrowly averted expulsion when he beat a guy to a pulp for stealing his cinnamon roll at breakfast in the student center. The only thing that saved him was university police found cocaine in Shawnte Morris's shirt pocket when they busted up the fight. Ricky seized the moment, swore Shawnte was high and that he'd attacked him first. The four of us around the table who saw what happened didn't dispute the claim. Nobody wanted to be on Ricky's shit list but that really didn't enter into it. We all hated the arrogant Shawnte and wanted to see him gone. "So someone made a play for his girl, right?" Stefan was still laughing. "A guy cut him off in traffic this morning and Ricky almost rear ended him. When the guy got out his car to yell at him, Ricky beat the living shit out of him; said the guy did it deliberately, saw him grin at him as he passed him before he slammed on his brakes." "You know, Coach, I've heard people say there's a lot of that kind of thing going on around here lately," I said. Nickerson nodded in agreement. "Well, this guy picked the wrong guy in Vickers; his father's a big time insurance lawyer. Vickers called me because his father lives over on the west coast so I went down and straightened things out. I called his father for him but he can't get here until tomorrow." "So is he still in jail?" Stefan asked. "Yeah, he's not getting out until the judge sets bail and no one here is going to put up his bail money. At least not me for damn sure. Anyway, his father told me to just let his ass sit in jail until he gets here. No doubt he's had to bail Ricky out of jail before." "I'm sure his father won't have any problem establishing the fact there have been several other complaints about staged rear end collisions," I pointed out. "Ricky will get off on this without any problem." "If the guy he beat the hell out of doesn't die. He's in a coma at the hospital." "Holy shit, he really stepped into it this time! Good thing for him his father's a big ass California lawyer," Stefan snorted. "That's the only reason he didn't go to jail for what he did to Ronnie Harrell." I was just totally disgusted. Stefan was right; Ricky would get off without so much as a ticket for his latest assault. That the rear end was a total set up was beside the point; his father may have been a big time hot shot attorney but Ricky needed to be stopped before he killed someone. "I'm just tired of this fucking shit," I said. "Wherever Ricky Vickers is, there's always some kind of drama. I don't know about everyone else but it drives me goddamn crazy. He keeps the dorm in an uproar and I wish to God I could just move out of it. I swear, Coach, if you ever pair me with him I'll quit the team the same day." Nickerson slapped me on the back and smiled. "Why do you think I paired him with Saul Koch? Their fathers may be big time alumni supporters who put some serious dough in the athletic program but I'm not going to put any of my other players at risk. As long as nothing they do impacts the team I'll have to keep them and I'll leave it to the administration to deal with the fallout." "That should be interesting," I said sarcastically. "The university doesn't give a damn as long as they've got money coming in." "Please tell me Saul wasn't in the car with Ricky," Stefan snickered. Nickerson rolled his eyes. "Thank God, no. If he had been, I'd never have gone to the jail. I'm not too keen on being sued for being a Good Samaritan." Saul Koch's father was a lawyer, too, and everyone knew he'd sued a doctor who'd scarred him while performing an onsite emergency tracheotomy trying to save the fool's life. It happened in a restaurant in Las Vegas where the doctor unfortunately happened to be dining at the same time as Mr. Koch. Mr. Koch claimed if the doctor had performed the Heimlich maneuver properly a tracheotomy wouldn't have been necessary. The doctor had consumed a couple of alcoholic drinks with his meal and Mr. Koch nearly got his medical license taken away because of it. I felt Nickerson squeeze my shoulder. I looked up to see him smiling paternally. "You don't need to worry, Ben. I paired you with Stefan because you're my two stars. You're a perfect match for each other; each one's strengths help to improve the other's weaknesses." "Thanks for the vote of confidence, Coach," I laughed. "I've been here all of one week and already I'm a tennis star." I preened like a peacock, mock sneering at Stefan. He shot me a bird but he laughed. Nickerson grinned like a Cheshire cat and he gave me another pat on the back. His next words stunned me. "It just so happens that I've got the answer for your dorm problem, too. The heavens must be smiling on you, son. Stefan's roommate is leaving the university and he needs a roommate to keep him on the straight and narrow. What do you think about moving in with him?" I froze. I couldn't imagine rooming with Stefan. Correction, I could imagine it. Me on my knees sucking his dick every night and making a fool of myself. I could also imagine hearing people call me a queer, imagine my family disowning me, imagine getting kicked off the football and tennis teams and losing my scholarship. The academic scholarship wasn't enough to pay my freight at the university and I'd have to get a job. The stipend the church was sending me as a favored minister's son would be jerked away and I'd probably be sent a bill to repay every penny I'd received over the last two and a half years. There was no way could I be his roommate, no matter how much I wanted it. My delay in answering seemed to worry the coach. And I was surprised to see that it seemed to worry Stefan even more. "Come on, Chrichton! Don't be bashful, what do you think? Stefan spends too much time chasing skirts and not getting enough sleep. It's starting to affect his game and if he flunks out you're going to have to quit the football team to keep the university tennis program afloat. Nickerson squeezed my shoulder, awaiting my reply and Stefan's face was red. He was embarrassed but he said nothing. "Doesn't Stefan have some say in this?" I squeaked out. "It was my idea," Stefan sheepishly smiled. "When Coach told me you'd joined the team and he was planning to pair us together I just figured it would work out great if you moved in with me." I swallowed hard. So his embarrassment was because he thought I was going to reject his offer, not the coach's. I looked into Stefan's eyes and saw sincerity. My reservations melted away and I knew the answer was yes. There was no way I could say no to him so what the hell? I'd made it through my teenage years without blowing my cover; even with sleepovers and in locker rooms where I lusted after male friends. "Look guys, I need to go," Coach said. "I'll let you two big stars work this out and if you both agree I'll see there are no problems with the move." Nickerson smiled and walked away leaving the two of us in an uncomfortable silence. Stefan cleared his throat and spoke. "Really, dude, I'm not such a bad guy to live with. I'm greater than my reputation makes me out to be. I'm a great roommate." I rolled my eyes at him and laughed. "That statement doesn't inspire me with a great deal of confidence. Greater than your reputation? Exactly how great is it that you see yourself, just great or really great or extraordinarily great?" That broke the ice and we both started laughing. He playfully punched my upper arm with his fist. "Come on, man," he grinned. "Remember English is not my first language. So I can't write Hallmark cards; move in with me. Please? Must I beg?" We started walking toward the student center. "You don't even know me, Stefan." "Yeah, I do. You're the best wide receiver on our football team and I never miss a home game. Turns out, you're also the only guy on this campus who plays tennis worth a damn." I raised my eyebrows and looked at him. He grinned. "I meant other than me. Maybe one day you'll be as good as me. I can teach you a lot and I'll keep you on your toes." "Oh, yeah? Who just got his ass smoked on the tennis court?" Suddenly I wondered if Stefan might want me as a roommate as the lesser of another evil. Something else was going on, I could sense it. I looked at him with distrust and I knew he saw it. "Answer me this one thing. Who is it that you are trying to keep from becoming your roommate?" Stefan's laughter rang across the campus. He put his arm around me and he spoke like he was revealing a top secret. "You don't trust people very much, do you? I won't lie to you. Mike Collins has his name on the list to get a room change because he hates his roommate. Or his roommate hates him. Whichever. I can't stand either one of them. I'd move off campus before I'd let Collins room with me. His eyes were dancing with laughter and I was totally charmed by him. "So you picked me, huh? As I said before, you don't know me, Stefan. What if I'm a total jerk?" There was that sexy grin of his again. "You're not. I've checked you out. You've got a good reputation, your roommate says he's lucky to have you, and you're not some dunce who'll want me to tutor him in every subject for free." I pulled away from him, amused at his arrogance. "You talked to my roommate?" "Hiram sits next to me in my Asian history class. Plus, he's active in student government so I've known him for a long time. I know he's your roommate so I asked him." "Oh, did you now? That's pretty goddamn bold of you." "He says you're the perfect roommate; easy to get along with, a good sense of humor, and you don't snore." "And you're willing to stab your good friend Hiram in the back by stealing his roommate? Better yet, you expect me to stab my perfect roommate in the back by moving out?" This was getting more interesting by the minute and I enjoyed watching him squirm. "Hey, Hiram's a senior and he's graduating at the end of this semester. He says your dorm already has a couple of people in it without a roommate. Actually, I think he'd rather like having a dorm room to himself. Maybe you're inhibiting his masturbation habits." We both laughed at that. "Come to think of it, I wonder if he can even touch his dick," he giggled. "How does he manage to jack off? Do you know?" I gave him the evil eye and he smirked. "I can't imagine it," I chuckled. "I've never interrupted him jacking off and actually I've wondered a few times if he even does it. Maybe people that fat don't generate enough testosterone to get the itch for it." "So you have an interest in Hiram's sex life? Do I need to worry about you being my roommate?" I slapped him on the back of the head and he laughed. "YOU don't need to worry but do I? Am I going to spend every night in the lounge while you fuck your latest conquest?" He made the sign of the cross over his heart. "I swear, scout's honor, it won't happen." "Yeah, right. All I've heard about while you were gone is how you fucked every girl on the team and god only knows how many at the university. By the way, most of those girls on the team would like to cut your nuts off. And I'm supposed to believe that you're going to be a reformed sex maniac." "Yeah, you are. The last two roommates I've had are the ones who were the sex crazed maniacs and I don't care what you've heard about me or what Nickerson said either. You and I are both majoring in computer engineering and math. I can't take getting kicked out the room for my roommate to fuck some bimbo any more than you can. It was okay for a while but no more. My classes are getting harder and I've just got too much to handle." He looked at me with an exaggerated wounded puppy look and I laughed at him. However, inside my heart melted and I felt my cock dripping with pre-cum. "What's up with you and Asian history?" He groaned. "Hey, we've got to take a couple of history classes to graduate. You know that. I took Asian history because I studied it when I was a senior in high school and it wasn't hard. Plus, I thought Hiram might help if I got in trouble. What a fucking mistake. You should see the syllabus. I'm starting a week late and it's already like I've got a shit load of stuff to catch up on and the bitch must think Asian history is the only class I'm taking this semester." I decided to take pity on him. "You don't know much about the courses they offer here, do you?" I teased him. "Or about the professors, right? For one thing, Asian history is a 400 class. That's as advanced as you get as an undergraduate and unless you're a history major, you're a real dick to sign up for a 400 class." "So now you're ready to see my dick?" he retorted, grabbing his crotch and grinning at me. "Hey, your dick's not going to help with Dr. Chang. She's a fire breathing lesbian and she hates men. There's mostly women in that class, am I right?" Stefan grabbed his head and moaned. "Goddamn, I knew something was wrong in there. And I flirted with her." "Yeah? And about now she's probably chanting to some Chinese god to shrivel your dick up." "Oh, my god, my advisor's been on my ass for a year to take a goddamn history class. That bastard recommended this and I'm going to flunk that fucking class, aren't I? So what the hell's Hiram doing in there? He probably knows all about this bitch." He looked sick. "It's not a risk I'd take, I can tell you that. Hiram's a history major focusing on Oriental history. Plus, his grandma's from Hong Kong. He doesn't look Oriental but it's obvious he's not fully Caucasian. Chang thinks he hung the moon." "Shit! I figured maybe he was an Indian or something. I don't pay attention to what guys look like, you know." Stefan took a deep breath and shrugged his shoulders. "Oh, well, I'll go to the registrar and drop the course tomorrow. I've still got time. I'm just going to have to deal with Dr. Shepard. God, I wish I could get another advisor. He's always on my ass about something and now he wants me to take a sculpture class. When I drop history that's probably where I'll end up." I looked at him in disbelief. "You're pretty dense, Stefan, pretty damn dense. Dr. Shepard is on your ass because he's gay and he'd probably give anything to fuck you. And his sister is Dr. Louise Jones, the head of the Fine Arts department." He was amazed, his eyes wide like he'd seen a ghost. "Oh. My. God. I can usually tell when a guy's queer. I never suspected Shepard, never. Damn, man. He's a retired Army Ranger." "Do you think he would have made it to retirement from the Army if he pinged everyone's gaydar? Not every gay man wears pink shirts and arranges flowers." "Man, he's got grown kids. He's got their pictures on his desk." "Like I said, you're dense. Homosexuals get married and have kids. It's not that unusual, particularly if you're trying to make it in the military." "God, my dad says I'm just a dumb blond airhead. I guess he's right." We both laughed. "Yeah, he's right." "Well, I'll bet I'm the best looking dumb blond you've ever met," he deadpanned. Stefan I reached over and ruffled his hair. "Well, there's nothing wrong with your ego. That's for sure, blondie." "You like me, don't you? I know it." Stefan was quite possibly the most endearing guy I'd ever known and I just wanted to jump his bones right there. I wanted to hug him and to cuddle with him. I wanted to hold him in my arms like a little puppy. "Stefan, did you know that you and I have taken two computer engineering classes together?" "Yeah, I know, dick breath. I always wondered why you're such a stuck up bastard that you never spoke to me. You're a football hero, I get that but you could have least said hello to me," he grinned. "That highway goes both ways, asshole. You've never so much as looked in my direction. It's a wonder you passed the classes because you always had your hands all over some girl in class." "Were you jealous?" he laughed. My face turned red in embarrassment and anger. Again, the arrow shot too close to the truth. He patted me on the back. "Come on, Ben. I was just joking with you. So I was as much at fault as you. I should have sat next to you in class. Does that make you happy?" He was giving me that puppy dog look again, one like he'd been spanked, and of course I forgave him. He had pretty much wrapped me around his little finger at that point. "Do you use that innocent puppy dog act often?" I laughed. "Hey, it saves my ass a lot," he grinned. "So are you moving in with me?" "Okay, I give in. I guess I'm flattered that you'd ask me. When do I move in?" "This weekend. My doofus roommate Carl was on academic probation from his grades last semester and after four days of classes this semester, he decided to chuck it all for some university in Oregon. That and I think Big Tits is pressuring him to marry her so he's ready to go home to Oregon. If he leaves before the end of this week he can get his tuition and dorm fees refunded." "What does Big Tits have to say about this?" Stefan let out a wicked laugh. "She doesn't know." I had a sudden thought. "Do you think she might be pregnant?" He shook his head. "No way. She had VD in high school and it did something to her pussy. I don't know what it was but she can't have children now. Mary Knowles told me that's the reason she's such a whore. And as for me, I just thank God that I fucked her freshman year and dumped her. One date and I knew I needed to get rid of her. Fast." I snorted. "You better thank God you didn't catch something from her. And what's with Mary Knowles calling her a whore? That's definitely a case of the pot calling the kettle black." We'd reached the student center. "You want to have a burger and fries with me, Ben? My treat and then I'll take you over to my room for the grand tour." At that point I was already so in love I'd have followed him anywhere. Just looking at this blond Adonis, walking next to him, talking to him, was the realization of my dreams. We'd only formally met today and now he was asking me to move in with him. I tried to ignore that little angel sitting on my shoulder warning me that this could be a really bad idea. Most of the tables in the dining room were occupied but we managed to get a table overlooking the campus lake. I let him lead the conversation and I discovered a lot about him as we ate. Not only was he flirtatious and a charmer, his humor was infectious, he liked to laugh, he was serious about his studies, and it was abundantly clear why he was class president and the current Mr. Campus. Stefan Lindstrom was just a great guy who you couldn't help but like unless you were Ebenezer Scrooge. Or if you were on the tennis court with His Highness. We finished eating and Stefan stood up. "Are you ready to see your new digs?" he grinned. "What about your roommate?" "He's not going to give a damn." "Or this Mike guy?" "Mike can go fuck himself." "You know that Mike could file an official complaint, don't you?" "He won't and I don't give a shit if he does or he doesn't. Coach Nickerson wants this move as much as I do. Believe me, it's going to be great to room with another computer engineering person instead of some goddamn dunce." "Let me ask you something, Stefan. How is it that Coach Nickerson thinks you need a keeper as a roommate when it's abundantly clear to me that you don't?" He smiled, put his finger to his lips, and made a shushing sound. "Hey, I've revealed more of myself to you than I want anyone else to know. I'll have to kill you if you decide not to move in with me. Okay, so I may have overplayed the dumb blond routine with Nickerson," he laughed. "He's not the sharpest knife in the drawer so it's not hard to do. Nickerson will take advantage of you and run your ass into the ground if you're not careful. Don't forget I told you that." "Oh, yeah? I'm not overly worried. He's lucky I even joined the tennis team. I came real close to saying no." "But you came anyway," Stefan grinned. "You couldn't resist me right?" I gave him the finger and slapped the side of his head. "Ouch! A lover's quarrel on our first date!" We both laughed and I felt like my entire body was tingling just being with him. His dorm was closer to the student center than mine and the walk took about ten minutes. I'd always envied the people who lived Statesman Hall. It had been constructed within the last ten years as opposed to my dorm. Franklin Hall was a hundred and twenty years old. The university tried to sell everyone on the building's distinguished history but the historical charm disappeared after students lived there through one hot season. Or cold season. Or any period of time much longer than a week. Two guys were sitting in the lobby watching television as we entered the Statesman Hall lobby. One was David Lewis, captain of the swim team. The other was Bill Aikman, a defensive tackle on the football team. He and I hung out together a lot and he started joking around as soon as he saw us. "What's up, Lindstrom, are you showing your new roommate his room?" "Yeah, what of it?" "Well, you should have a lot of fun with blondie, Ben. He's a real chucklehead." "You would know, Bill. And here he's been telling me how great he is." "Don't ruin my reputation, Aikman. I'd rather room with a vampire than Mike Collins." "Speaking of Collins, he's looking for you. He tried to get the key from Carl but he'd already gone. He tried the office but they told him that Carl didn't turn his key in before he left and Charlie told him they don't have an extra. You need to go by and kiss Charlie's ass for lying for you like that." "He's already gone?! That thieving bastard! That son of a bitch! He owed me $350!" "I think he owed half the dorm money," David snorted. "That guy could swindle money from Satan himself. I just don't know how we all never figured out what a con man he is." Bill took a key out of his pocket and gave it to Stefan. "Here you go," he laughed. "Carl asked me to turn it in after he left because he owes money to Charlie. Don't say I never did anything for you." "Thanks, Bill, I owe you one. And you do know I'm not going to turn it into the office, don't you? Let the school go after his ass for the key fee. They'll hold his transcripts until he pays up." "Yeah, and he's going to say he gave the key to me." "Don't be a Pollyanna, Bill. You're going to say he didn't, right? How hard is that? Anyway, I owe you one." "You owe me a hell of a lot more than one, man. For not giving that dipshit Mike Collins that key I figure you can wash my laundry for the rest of the semester." "Right," Stefan grinned. "I'll let the new roommate do it for you. After all, Ben's the one who's getting the honor of moving in with me." We stepped into the elevator and I playfully slapped him his head. "Watch it with the head, Ben! I don't need brain damage!" "You're an ass, Stefan, you know that?" He grinned. "So you like my ass, too?" "Shut up." The elevator stopped on the third floor and we walked down the hall to his room, number 317. The guy across the hall from 317 had his door open and he called to Stefan. "Your prick lover moved out around 11 this morning. He said his friend had shown up a few days early by mistake so he was going to go ahead and move out." "So I heard from Bill and David. Maybe it's a good thing. I'd have had to beat the $350 he owes me out his ass," Stefan laughed. "Chalk it up to experience. I'm not loaning anybody money anymore, never." "God, that's too bad, Stefan! I was going to ask you for a twenty so I can take Elaine to the movies tonight. I think she's ready to put out." "I don't know what your problem is, Bart. She put out for me on the first date and then she stalked me like Glenn Close in 'Fatal Attraction'. How long has this been for you now, dude? Six months?" Bart threw a pillow at Stefan and he ducked, letting the pillow hit me in the stomach. I threw it back at Bart before he could move and hit him in the face. "Good reflexes, Chrichton!" he laughed. "Too bad you didn't use them so you guys made the playoffs this year." "Kiss my ass, Bart." "Oh, I'll leave that to Stefan. He's good at ass kissing." "Eat shit and die, moron," Stefan snorted. Stefan turned to me. "Well, darling, on that note, why don't we go get your stuff and move you in now? We've got a couple of hours or so before dark and then we'll have a night of passion together." I looked at Stefan and Bart, two peas in a pod. "You two are sick in the head!" Stefan and I went into 317 so I could see my new room. It was much bigger than my old room and had its own private bathroom. Obviously the stripped bed was mine. There was a desk for me and I assumed the television must have belonged to Stefan. He came up behind me and squeezed my shoulder. "What do you think, sweetheart?" His Humphrey Bogart impression was surprisingly good. "You really know the way to a guy's heart, Betty. We haven't gotten an approval yet and I don't want to move all that stuff only to be told I've got to move back. Maybe tomorrow; what's the rush?" "You just leave that to me. I want to ravish your body tonight," he laughed. "Right; like I believe that. You're afraid this Mike guy will come down the hall dragging his suitcases. I'm surprised he hasn't already." Stefan called Coach Nickerson and two hours later I was putting my sheets on my new bed in my new dorm room. Nickerson called some guys from the tennis team and they helped me to move in, along with several guys on Stefan's hall. That first night it was like I was in heaven. I tried to play it as cool as possible and to act like I was a macho heterosexual like Stefan, his perfect roommate. Actually, it wasn't too hard to do. Stefan and I were exhausted from the move, we both had tons of homework to do, and soon were engrossed in our work. "Dude, I don't know about you but I'm hungry." I looked at my watch. "It's ten o'clock. The student center's closed." "Who said anything about the student center? You want McDonald's?" "There's no way we can walk there and back in under an hour, Stefan. I sure as hell don't plan to go running and I don't want to start my first night in this building by getting locked out." "Did I ask you if you wanted to go for a run? We'll go in my truck. We'll get takeout from the drive through bring it back here to eat." "You have a truck?" "Last time I checked. What? You don't have a car?" "Are you kidding? My father told me he didn't have a car when he was a student here and that I wasn't getting me one either. I walk everywhere I go; that or catch a ride with someone." "I've got a Ford F150. I'm giving you a ride. Let's go." "Okay, you drive and I'll pay for the food." "Nothing doing, sweetheart. This is a date and I expect you to put out tonight," he laughed. He refused to let me pay for his and we were back in the dorm within ten minutes. We joked around while we ate and it was fun. We'd gotten different meals and we split them with each other. He got a Quarter Pounder and I got a chicken sandwich with bacon. He got fries and I got a side salad. He got a McFlurry and I got a strawberry shake. He had no idea how much I enjoyed sharing food with him, how it was a form of intimacy with him for me and he probably didn't give it a second thought. Stefan asked questions about my family, told me about his, and we discussed our classes. Finally at midnight Stefan stood up. "Hey, you care if I take a shower first?" he asked. "Go ahead." I was disappointed when he came out in boxers and an oversized tee shirt. His hair was still damp and he looked so handsome I had a major erection in seconds. He was more than I'd ever imagined in my fantasies. I could see his long cock swinging in his boxers and I stared at it; I just didn't care if he saw me do it or not. I wondered about his chest and pubes. Even his feet were beautiful and I found myself wanting to kiss them, something I'd never ever fantasized about before. I raced to the bathroom while his back was turned so he couldn't see my erection. I masturbated while showering, all the while fantasizing that Stefan was in the shower with me and that I was sucking his dick. When I went back into the room he was asleep with his back to me. I went to sleep looking at him and he was gone when I woke up the next morning. I didn't see him until our two thirty practice. Other students were on the courts and there was a lot of yelling back and forth among us. Then he hung out with some of his friends while I went to the library. I ate supper alone, showered, and was studying when he came in around ten. He did his homework, we talked about the day, our classes, and then he took his shower. I fell asleep while he was in the shower. I was startled from my sleep by banging on the door. Stefan was still in the bathroom although he was no longer in the shower so I opened the door. "Hey, is Stefan here?" I didn't recognize the guy but he was angry as hell and I guessed it must be the reject Collins. I made a quick decision to lie to him. "No. Can I take a message?" "Yeah, faggot. Tell him Mike Collins is looking for him. He'll know why. And you'd better start packing your shit. I'll be moving in here tomorrow." "Really, asshole? Watch how you talk to me or I'll smash your ass into the floor." I was pissed off and he knew it. I was a two hundred and twenty pound six foot five inch angry wide receiver who was ready to beat the shit out him. "Yeah? I'd like to see you try it!" Collins moved toward me aggressively and I hit him in his stomach. As he bent over in pain I turned him around and twisted his arm behind his back. I shoved him into the wall across the hall, walked over and kicked him in the nuts. Collins pissed in his pants. I was furious and I knew there was no way I get away with calling me a faggot for everyone to hear. There was no way a football player, or any man, could let an asshole like Collins humiliate him in public. "You piece of shit, if you call me a faggot or threaten Stefan or me again, I'll break your fucking legs! Do you hear me?" He gave me a hostile look and I kicked him in the nuts again. "Stop, please stop," he begged. "Get up and get the fuck out of here! Now!" Collins forced himself to stand up and walked away hugging the wall. Several doors had opened and guys were watching the scene. Several of them were grinning at me. "I guess it's not a good idea to piss you off, Ben," Bart laughed. "I don't think Collins knows who you are, dude," Bill Aikman piped in. "I guess my ass will be hauled in front of the Dean of Students now," I said. "Don't worry," Bart said. "We all saw him assault you. You were just defending yourself." He looked down the hall at the others and almost as one they all agreed. Most added things like good show, he got what's been coming to him for a long time, hope he gets his ass kicked out here now. "Thanks, guys," I said. "It's really true, you know. You wouldn't be lying. He really did attack me first. He stormed in the door and I didn't even know who in the hell he was. If I hadn't defended myself he'd have murdered me." I wasn't lying. At least that's the way I saw it. He just didn't know who he was attacking. Stefan stepped into the hall, a towel wrapped around him, his hair wet. "It's true," he laughed. "I saw the whole thing happen. I'd have kicked his ass myself but I knew Ben could take care of himself." They all laughed at that one, teasing Stefan about being a lightweight pretty boy. We joked around for a few minutes longer and then Stefan and I went back into our room and closed the door. He collapsed on the bed laughing. "Man, just as you hit him I was standing in the bathroom door. He was looking right at me!" Stefan was laughing so hard he could barely talk. "I've got a big man to protect me now," he said sarcastically. "That's right, pretty boy. Who's the great one now?" I grinned. He rolled his eyes. "Fuck you, He Man." "Not tonight, pretty boy. I'm too tired." We joked around for a few more minutes, then Stefan turned his back to me and dropped his towel to the floor. He leaned over to the bottom drawer of his dresser to get fresh underwear. His ass cheeks opened wide exposing a tiny pink asshole nestled in thick blond hair in the crevice. I ravished his body with my eyes, staring at him from his ass down his legs to his feet. Stefan was looking back at me through his legs. He winked at me and I blushed. My cock was standing at attention and I quickly got in my bed and pulled the sheet over me. Too late. He'd seen me looking at his ass twice in one day but we went to bed without anything being said. I'd made a lifetime enemy of Mike Collins but we never ended up in the dean's office. He requested a transfer to a vacant single room in Franklin Hall. Hiram told Stefan his request was granted because housing had heard of our fight and everyone knew what a trouble maker Collins was. His track record didn't improve at Franklin Hall either and he transferred to another university the following year. My fight with Collins definitely re-confirmed my straight status. I got used to the routine we had established. Stefan seemed to accept my straight façade even though he'd caught me staring at his ass but then all guys check out other guys. It's just checking out the competition. We had a good roommate relationship. Stefan hung out with his friends, I hung out with mine; we lived our separate lives and saw each other for tennis practice and when we were in the dorm room. That's how it went for three months. My nine AM class was cancelled on the second Wednesday in April and I walked back to the dorm to wait for my eleven o'clock class. It was a perfect time to jack off and not worry about Stefan. He classes from eight until noon on Wednesday and most of the time he went to the library to do assignments or research. It was quiet when I went into the room and I had already naked from the waist down I heard the heavy breathing sounds that are familiar to all guys. Stefan was in the bathroom masturbating and had not heard me come in. The bathroom door was ajar and the voyeur in me took over. I quietly went to the bathroom door and looked through the opening. Stefan was naked in front of the sink mirror pounding his cock and obviously was nearing his orgasm. His muscles were taut and he stood on his toes with his eyes closed. I nearly shot off my load just watching him. He definitely exceeded any fantasies I'd ever had about him and I couldn't take my eyes off him. Every muscle in his body seemed to be extended and rigid - his calf and thigh muscles covered in blond curls, his white ass squeezed tight with its light fur thickening at the cleft between his buttocks, the thick mass of dark blond curls above his cock, a swollen cock that was at least nine inches long erect. I was fascinated to see him slide his foreskin back and forth over the glistening mushroom head. His balls swung like large orbs floating in a hairy low hanging sack as he jacked his dick more and more furiously. His smooth chest and back had a faint cover of sweat. I watched the muscles tighten in his neck as he began to moan. Stefan & Julia's Illicit Encounter Stefan has arranged to meet Julia at a cocktail bar in London's St. Pancras. They met each other on an internet chat room, though they have met in person a few times this only their second hotel rendezvous. On line they have developed an intimate bond and Julia, his sub is now ready to submit entirely to her dom. For ten days now, Stefan has forbidden her to touch or pleasure herself in any way. Prior to leaving for the station and as instructed by her master; Julia sits on the edge of a chair, spreads her legs and gently eases the love eggs into her eager and already wet pussy. Julia takes her time getting accustomed to the feeling of the eggs inside her. She stands and starts walking around the room, contracting her pubic muscles around the two eggs and she feels a warm sensation that is accentuated by every step she takes. She is grateful that her journey is not going to involve too much walking as she doesn't know how long she is going to be able to stay in control and keep them deep in her pussy. Stefan settles in a quiet corner of the bar and orders champagne whilst he awaits Julia's arrival. She finally makes her entrance a few minutes late, exquisitely dressed in a wool navy blue, knee length dress that beautifully accentuates her curvy body and cleavage. Together with dark stockings and an impressive pair of heels drawing her to within four inches of Stefan's impressive height. The waiter, a little too attentively, shows her to the table and Stefan is pleased to see that Julia is looking radiant. Her neck and cheeks are slightly flushed, could this be confirmation that she has been carrying the love eggs between her legs as instructed? Julia is relieved to be finally sitting down in her masters presence, allowing her the liberty to relax her pussy muscles a little. The walk up the steps from her taxi to the bar has left her with a warm glowing feeling between her legs. Also, wondering what form of punishment she will receive for her late arrival - something she knows will not be overlooked. Master and sub sit facing each other, chatting politely as they sip on their bubbly, Stefan occasionally touching her hands and leaning over to whisper intimately in her ear. Some seemingly long minutes later, their glasses eventually drained, he leads her from the bar and up yet another flight of stairs to the hotel lobby. Having managed the stairs clenching the love eggs between her legs, she is thankful that Stefan leads her to the lift rather than the grand staircase en route to their room. Julia enjoys the feel of her fine silk panties slipping and catching against her newly shaven pussy. That together with the effort of walking in high heels and controlling her vaginal muscles to hold the eggs in, have left Julia feeling wetter than ever and desperate for her masters close attention. They arrive at their floor only to find that the room is down the end of a long corridor, for Julia, it seems like an eternity, having to clench the balls and just wanting the sanctuary of the room so that she can just submit to Stefan completely. Her pussy feels hot with a throbbing sensation as Stefan fumbles with the door entry card. Pushing it in and out until finally he presses the handle and opens the door. At last he guides her inside the room which has a large double bed, an ice bucket furnished with a bottle of champagne stands beside the bed. On the bed itself, she observes amongst other objects, four lengths of silk cord, a black satin blindfold and a clear glass butt plug that have been prepared for her subjugation. He pushes her against the wardrobe and kisses her passionately before removing her dress to reveal her dark blue, silk knickers and matching bra and her suspenders. He removes her bra and admires her firm round breasts and kisses her again as he squeezes them and pulls her nipples gently between his fingers. He tells her to stand facing the bed and to bend over, she turns to face him, a look of hesitation on her face, Stefan responds by giving her a sharp slap on the buttocks to bring her into line. She apologises to her master with a genuine look of disappointment at having angered him and quickly does as requested. He can now fully appreciate her curvaceous backside as he takes gentle hold of the fine silk of her knickers. Julia enjoys the feel of the silk against her smooth pale skin as she feels the knickers slowly gliding down her buttocks and legs as Stefan removes them. He turns her around and sits her on the edge of the bed. Then he ties the blindfold round her head, plunging her into darkness. This serves to heighten her sense of anticipation and trepidation as Stefan parts her knees and kneels between her legs. She can feel Stefan's breath on her pussy and she lets out a groan as Stefan delicately touches her clit with his tongue continuing down the length of her outer lips until he reaches the string attached to the love eggs. He bites on the string and with the gentlest of pulls, the first egg slides out easily followed, a few moments later by the second one. He takes in the sweet aroma of her passion as he struggles to resist the temptation to devour her. Mindful that before he can consider any reward; he needs to give her, the punishment that she craves in her desire to please her master. He tells Julia to lie back on the bed and hug her knees to her chest fully exposing her arse and swollen wet pussy. She is surprised at how easy it is for her to overcome her natural shyness as a result of the blindfold and her overwhelming desire to be a perfect sub. She feels light headed with anticipation, her pussy and arse at his mercy, not knowing what he has in mind to do to her next. Stefan now proceeds to lap up the juices that have flowed from her pussy towards her arse. Julia loosens her grip as Stefan reaches under her legs to clasp a nipple in each hand. Rolling them gently between his thumbs and forefingers, Stefan is pleased at how firm they have become as they respond to his touch. She murmurs, still loosely clutching her knees to her body as Stefan continues to tease her; he runs his tongue from Julia's arse to her pussy and stopping tantalisingly short of her pussy lips. This he does repeatedly, in desperation she tries to manoeuvre her pussy against his mouth, but instead she lets out a cry as he pinches hard on her nipples. Stefan brings her back to a standing position and starts gently teasing and caressing the length of her body. She gasps and parts her legs slightly as he brushes his hand against her pussy lips whilst caressing her soft inner thighs. His other hand and fingers toying with her firm nipples. Then he abruptly tells her to kneel on the bed, this she does without any hesitation. Her pulse now racing at the unexpected rise in tension. She is made to bend over with her arse in the air, head and lower arms pressed against the bed and knees apart. She feels completely exposed as Stefan takes the glass butt plug and slides it easily into her pussy, lubricating it with her juices. She groans as he pushes the base of the plug firmly before slowly removing it, watching as her lips part and close around the plug as it is withdrawn. He then tells her to reach back with her hands and pull her cheeks apart stretching her hole whilst he starts to work the butt plug into her arse. Julia's arse is tight and she resists against the gentle pressure that Stefan is applying. Fortunately, he has come well prepared and applies a generous amount of lubrication. Stefan massages her clit with the fingers of his left hand and Julia responds by relaxing a little as Stefan eases the butt plug in beyond the first of two bulges. Stefan patiently toys with her until she eventually let's out a gasp as she feels the full width of the second larger bulge filling her arse, leaving just the glass hilt on show. Now she must take her punishment for making him wait at the bar and he decides that a spanking is in order. She is wearing nothing but her stockings, heels, blindfold and the butt plug. She feels apprehensive as he bends her over his muscular thighs, his left hand holding her in position as his right hand starts to slap her bottom. He spanks her with the palm of his hand in a swinging motion from the right, striking the base of her bottom in an upward movement. Stefan is highly aroused by the feel and sight of her firm full cheeks and the way they spring firmly back to position as he spanks them. Still fully dressed in his business suit, Julia can feel Stefan's erection pressing against her belly, the fine wool of his suit and the line of his shorts delicately shrouding his erection as he spanks her firmly. Julia manages to suppress her desire to cry out as he tests her limits. Stefan smacks her sometimes hard and sometimes just tapping softly with his fingers or just softly caressing her where her warm cheeks meet her thighs. He changes the rhythm so Julia never knows quite when to expect a very hard slap or which cheek he will strike. Stefan is trying to catch her out, hoping to make her squeal out in pain, so that he can punish her more. He enjoys seeing how his blows turn her smooth, firm bum cheeks, from a porcelein white to a rosy pink colour and then to a nice shade of scarlet. She feels vulnerable never quite knowing when the next hard spank will strike. A wave of pleasure surges through her whenever his hand makes contact with the end of the glass plug. He eventually stops to admire the fruits of his labour, her bottom resembling a giant ripe peach. He spends a few moments firmly tapping the end of the butt plug, making it reverberate in her arse, leading Julia to even greater heights of arousal. Stefan caresses her, cupping each cheek in turn, enjoying the warmth of her bottom against the large hot palm of his hand. With this part of her treatment over for now, Julia thanks her master profusely for her punishment in the knowledge that she has pleased him by taking it so well. Stefan now makes Julia lie face down on the bed with her head towards the foot of the bed. Her arse cheeks are glowing hot and feel raw from the pounding they have taken. Stefan takes the unopened bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and Julia lets out a gasp as he rests the ice cold bottle on her left bum cheek before gently teasing the butt plug from her arse. He watches closely as her asshole gapes open before contracting again as the plug is removed. Stefan plunges the butt plug into the ice bucket then rolls the ice cold bottle of champagne back and forth along her throbbing red hot backside, the tingling sensation of the cold bottle against her naked throbbing arse serves only to excite Julia, even further. Julia, still lying face down with her head at the foot of the bed, breathes deeply, silently and nervously contemplating what Stefan will do next. He takes the four lengths of soft silky cord and carresees the length of her curvy body with them before tying one end of each cord to her wrists and one to each of her ankles. Now that julia is lying there with a length of cord attached to each limb, Stefan takes two pillows and places them under her pelvis so that her arse is propped tantalisingly up in the air with Julia's head hanging over the edge of the bed, Stefan then takes the loose end of each cord and he tethers one to each corner of the bed. He now has her stretched and spread-eagled, ready for her masters pleasure. Julia is bound and helpless in her prone position, still blindfolded as Stefan starts to undress just a few inches from her face. He takes his time removing all his clothes as Julia waits, impatient for his attention. His shoes and socks are followed by his immaculately tailored suit, which he folds and lays on a chair, finally he removes his silk tie and crisp white cotton shirt. Stefan contemplates her spread eagled body tense against her binds. Julia's arse gently rising and falling with every, ever deeper breath. She doesn't have to think or say anything, she is his vessel for him to do with as he pleases. Stefan goes to the end of the bed and cradles Julia's head as he touches her lips with his proud hard cock. Without prompting she opens her mouth wide to take his erection and sucks eagerly as he holds her by the hair and guides himself in and out of her compliant mouth. When he feels on the brink of cuming, he withdraws his cock enough just to leave the tip touching her lips, she stretches against her restraints in an effort to take it further into her mouth but has to settle for sucking the head. Julia flicks her tongue against the tip of his cock and again Stefan feels close to climax. Stefan is still holding Julia's hair as he slowly guides her lips along the length of his shaft, his cock throbbing at the feel of her tongue. He moves her mouth to his balls and Stefan groans as Julia sucks on each of his tight shaved balls in turn. With great dexterity, she sucks gently at first, then slowly and increasingly sucking harder until Stefan is on the threshold of pain and ecstasy. He prudently chooses to release her hair, opting to caress her instead, as he savours the feel of her tongue and lips sucking tight on each ball in turn. When Julia eventually releases his balls, Stefan once again fills her mouth with his rampant cock and once more starts spanking her ass cheeks, which quickly regain their red hue. Stefan reaches into the ice bucket and retrieves the glass butt plug before wiping it clean and dry. Still fucking her mouth, Stefan stretches over the length of her body and presses the butt plug against her pussy. Julia tenses hard against her binds, shocked at the feel of the cold glass against her juicy wet lips as Stefan turns and rubs the plug against her pussy. Stefan applies more lube before working the ice cold toy back into her arse. His right hand pushing and pulling at the hilt of the butt plug. His left hand is grasping tightly at Julia's scalp as he continues to work his cock in and out of her mouth. Julia is lost in emotion with the cocktail of sensations, a hard cock in her mouth, her ass cheeks hot from another spanking and the freezing cold glass butt plug being manoeuvred and pressed inside her ass. A fresh wave of ecstasy flows through her body, she initially tenses then relaxes against her ties. Stefan takes his cock out of her mouth and eases the pressure on the butt plug before gently removing it. Stefan kneels beside her prone and splayed legs and inserts his right thumb deep between her wet and slippery pussy lips with the inside of his hand against her neatly trimmed pussy. Julia cries out with pleasure as Stefan rubs her swollen clit, no longer caring whether he punishes her or not. His thumb gently massaging her G spot and his other hand massaging her arse cheeks. Julia's warm sticky juices start to flow into his hand as he slowly increases the pressure on her G spot. In between her deep breaths and her cries and sobs of ecstasy, she struggles in her efforts to ask Stefan's permission to cum. Stefan ignores her request and instead removes his thumb from Julia's soaking wet pussy only to slip it into her asshole. Stefan's balls are aching as he yearns to penetrate her. He kneels between Julia's legs, her raised arse and pussy perfectly positioned in front of his cock, the hard tip of his erection just resting against the threshold of her swollen pussy lips. With the absence of Stefan's thumb against her G spot, Julia's cries have abated slightly but still she breathes deeply and she trembles in excitement. Stefan spreads her cheeks with his hands, parting her pussy lips with his thumbs and pushes his cock in just a little bit deeper. Stefan now holds her tightly by the hips and slowly but firmly pushes his broad stiff cock deep into her. She wails and pulls at her binds as she feels his full length deep and hard inside her with his powerful pelvis pressing against her ass cheeks completely filling her. He fucks her slowly at first and gradually picks up his rhythm. Julia is sobbing and writhing with pleasure, within the restraints of her bonds. As Stefan is taking her harder and harder, she can feel the strength of his strong thighs, with each thrust of his pelvis against her arse cheeks. Stefan can barely hold back as he sees Julia struggling and completely lost in her emotions. Eventually, Stefan tells her to cum and it is moments before she is gripped by an explosive orgasm. Stefan needs no further encouragement and in his passion holds Julia very tightly by the hips and repeatedly thrusts his pelvis hard against her arse cheeks, as he cums deep inside her. Stefan gently caresses her body as he recovers from his exertions. As Julia lays face down and bound, still quivering from her excitement; Stefan loosens her bonds and removes the blindfold and the pillows from under her pelvis; he turns Julia to face him in order to take her in his loving embrace.