Flat Tyre

FLAT TYRE 2 - Oh Bugger! (t/t cons mast oral anal)

by Dicomar dicomar@gmail.com

Hello all,

This is a continuation from the previous "chapter" of "Flat Tyre". You don't really need to have read it to enjoy this one, but it may help set the scene a bit!

--Dicomar

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It was a few days since our first encounter in Jackson's wood and Jim was being a fucker, but in that good way where you can't help but like what they're doing. In this instance, we were forty minutes in to a double maths class and Jim was rummaging around inside my boxers as if I was a sofa into which he'd dropped a pocket full of change.

I bit my lip to try and distract me from the stroking and squeezing that was going on downstairs and tried to re-re-rerun the quadratic equation I'd been working on for the last twelve minutes. These things usually took me a third of that time

What I found even more annoying was that Jim was sat to my right. We are both right-handed, and so there was no way way I could even fake working while returning the rather dubious favour by rummaging around Jim's nethers and not give the game away. Judging by the innocent-yet-evil look on Jim's face, he not only knew this but intended to take full advantage of the situation.

I scribbled out my previous, highly erroneous attempt, then was forced to draw breath as Jim stopped rummaging and trapped my erection under the palm of his hand and began to rub the underside of my dickhead.

I coughed to mask the groan I wanted to emit, which caused Jim to snigger.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Hawthorne?"

"Not at all, Sir," replied Jim as our maths teacher peered at us suspiciously. "I just found something I'm working on quite hard, that's all..."

I held my breath, desperately trying to prevent myself from bursting out laughing. Thankfully Jim's reply appeared to be sufficient for Mr. Snell.

Emboldened by this, Jim moved his hand around until he'd trapped the head of my dick between the sides of his thumb and index finger and began to squeeze and release regularly, effectively wanking me off inside my foreskin.

I'd been erect for the past twenty minutes and Jim's hand had been 'investigating' me for fifteen of those, and so by now I was absolutely covered with precum which made what he was now doing all the more pleasurable. I gave up on the quadratic equations and now applied my mind with the even more difficult task of not blowing a load in my boxers.

Jim, it appeared, had exactly the opposite agenda and looked to be putting every shred of effort into making me jizz myself. Right now, he was winning.

A moment later, he nudged me in the ribs, making me look at him. He leaned back in his chair to reveal his own bulging crotch. His dick followed the path of his flies, but the confines of his uniform trousers ensured that it bowed as if he had a small rugby ball stuffed down his jockeys. I could also quite clearly make out the squeezed bulges of his balls towards the bottom of this arrangement.

Suddenly, Jim doubled the speed of his rubbing. Before I knew it my toes had balled up inside my shoes, I'd practically torn a page from my maths exercise book (it had been under my fist as I clenched it) and I gritted my teeth as I felt myself unload.

I looked in panic at Jim. He merely raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together, trying not to giggle.

As the intense pleasure began to die down, I realised that Jim had pinched the end of my dick, causing my cum to be caught in my foreskin. It was quite obviously at the limit of its capacity, but miraculously so far nothing had escaped into my underwear.

I looked down at the outline of Jim's hand in my crotch, then back at its owner.

He was grinning now. With his free hand, he made obtuse actions suggesting he was about to let go and allow my cum to gush into my undies. It was barely ten o'clock and the prospect of going through the rest of the day smelling like sperm wasn't exactly appealing to me.

I mouthed in a rather desperate manner what I'd do to him if he did.

Mr. Snell cleared his throat rather overtly, causing us both to look up. He was wearing his trademark 'I disapprove of what you are doing, but I don't exactly know what that is and I can not be bothered to find out unless you continue to misbehave in my class' look. We both bent further over our books, me still looking desperate and Jim being highly entertained by the scenario.

I looked pleadingly at him, trying to convey the gravity of the situation. Finally Jim cottoned on. As quietly as he could, he gently pushed his chair back by about a foot. He glanced up at Snell, then around the rest of the rather spartan class, and once more at Snell to ensure he was concentrating on anything other than us. He then picked up his pen and 'accidently' dropped it just between my legs.

He gave me a cartoon-style roll of the eyes as if to say 'oh dear! I appear to have dropped my pen upon the floor where I can not reach it. I will now have to get on to the floor to find it again...' and slid forward off his chair. A second later, I felt him unzip my flies and hook two fingers over the top of my boxers. The hand that was presently clamping my dick quickly guided it INTO THE FUCKING OPEN AIR before he dropped his head into my crotch. He let go of my dick and I felt the trapped cum gush forth into his waiting mouth. He retracted my foreskin, sucked up the length of my dickhead, pulled my foreskin forward again, shoved my dick back into my trousers, zipped me up and retrieved his pen all in one fluid motion before sitting back in is seat with a satisfied look on his face and a load of my cum in his mouth.

I just sat feeling incredibly shocked, impressed and aroused by the whole scenario. For the next half hour, Jim sat there swilling my cum and his spit back and forth in his mouth, occasionally nudging me, clasping his hands in front of his mouth and letting strands of cum drop out before sucking them back in again.

Eventually, the bell rang and Jim legged it out of the classroom, me hot on his heels. He raced down the corridor and out of the main teaching block, past the cloak rooms and into the little service corridor that lead down to the kitchens where he promptly kissed me and fed me half of my cum that he'd been so carefully holding on to for the past thirty minutes.

He grinned.

"You're fucking nuts!" I whispered angrily after swallowing my share.

"You loved it," he countered, swallowing his and feeling my boner. I shoved my crotch forward into his and kissed him hard for a moment.

"That's not the point! We could get kicked out for something like that!"

"Yes. We could." He replied solemnly, staring directly at me. He had me, and I burst out laughing.

"We need to get to Chemistry," I said, and we both jogged back down the corridor towards the science labs. "You're still fucking nuts... And I haven't forgiven you!"

"You will."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

Quite why I liked this cocky sonofabitch so much is, so far, beyond my comprehension...

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From our initial playing around three days previously, Jim and I had been stymied in every attempt to find somewhere private. What I found even more irritating, however, was the lack of payback from me for the maths class incident.

It had been tipping it down which ruled out all of the outdoor haunts, including the extremely private smoker. There'd been a fire alarm in the boarding house two nights running which ensured all of the pupils were even more tired and cranky than usual, and there wasn't really anywhere else in the school that was both accessible to us and reasonably infrequented by the rest of the school populous.

The frustration was starting to get to us as, so far, we'd only been able to sneak the odd hand job here, the occasional necking session there, and both of us were desperate to do a bit more than mutual masturbation.

That evening as we walked down to the house in our wet weather gear (Jim didn't have a bike and it felt wrong not to be spending time with him, now that we'd decided to make it 'official' and call each other boyfriends - I hadn't even bothered re-inflating my tyres!) we tried to work out how we could get some time to ourselves.

"How about we bribe one of the sixth formers to let us use their study for a couple of hours?" Jim suggested.

"Oh, that'd work: 'Hey, can we borrow your study one afternoon?'; 'Why?'; 'No reason...' - They'd think we were doing drugs or something!"

"True. What about the old gym?"

"Locked up tighter than a gnat's chuff since those fifth formers were found drinking in there a couple of weeks back."

"Oh yeah - that WAS funny, though..."

"Hehe yeah... How about back in the boarding house?"

"During the day?"

"Uh huh."

"Cleaners."

"Oh yeah - forgot about them. Sports hall changing rooms?"

"They stink! Besides, they're not exactly private, are they?"

"Guess not. Cricket pavilion?"

"Unless you want to spend a half hour spread eagled on a gritty, cold concrete floor..."

"Who says it'll be ME spread eagled?" I asked with mock offence. Jim just fondled my arse through my waterproofs. "Good point," I grinned.

"You never know, it might be quiet at the house this evening..."

"We can only hope."

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"Hi guys!" enthused a day kid (a non-boarding pupil for those who don't know) from the year below us whom we knew only as Kevin. From his appearance in our dormitory, we now also knew that he was in our house.

And, it would appear, in our dorm.

Shit.

"What are you doing here?" asked Jim, failing miserably to hide his disappointment at the situation. Kevin was perfectly oblivious to the hostility that was practically dripping from Jim's every word and happily answered the question in his annoyingly chipper, just-broken voice.

"My parents are away on business and there's no one at home to look after me, so I'm staying here."

"How long for?"

"Only until Sunday. They should be back then."

I could see Jim's jaw flexing with frustration. "Should be?"

"Dad says if things go well they may be there for ten days or so."

"Ten days?"

"Be thankful he's not a permanent fixture," I whispered to Jim who wasn't exactly consoled by this observation.

"What?" asked Kevin, apparently hanging on our every word.

"I said 'We will have to make you welcome, then'" I pinocchio'd, pulling off my cagoule and waterproof trousers, 'accidently' spraying Kevin in the process.

Instead of being annoyed, Kevin smiled broadly with a slight giggle and continued unpacking. His bag was packed so neatly it could have only been done by his Mum. We watched, intreagued, as his bedside cabinet was steadily filled with clothing and finally topped off with a family photo and an alarm clock.

Jim looked over at his bedside table. On it was an assortment of random shit including a couple of old socks, a torch surrounded by a half-dozen batteries in varying states of discharge, what remained of his discman after he dropped it and it exploded into its component parts and my bike pump. The cupboard door itself hadn't actually been properly closed since the beginning of the year, so full was it of screwed up boxers and dirty tee shirts (YAY!).

Kevin stopped and looked up at us. "What?"

"Nothing," I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Really, what?" He looked ever so concerned.

"Nothing, mate, honest..."

"Good evening boys," drawled Mr. Lucas, our house master, as he appeared at the door.

Kevin leapt up from his bed (yes, even in the nineties we still had to stand up whenever a member of staff entered the room) and joined us in a chorus of "Evening, sir!".

"I hope you two don't mind Kevin's intrusion, however it's the only free bed in the house. I'm sure you'll make him feel most welcome, won't you?" he scowled at Jim who was still looking like thunder.

"Oh, of course, sir!"

"Good. Kevin: James and Giovannino will show you the ropes. If you want to know anything, just ask them, OK?"

"Yes sir,"

"Excellent. See you in the morning, boys." And with that, he was gone again.

Kevin looked at me quizzically.

"What?"

"I thought your name was JD..."

"It is."

"But Mr Lucas just called you..."

I sighed. Better to explain it than have this going on for ages.

"Giovannino DiComar is my real name, but you could roughly translate Giovannino as Johnny. Johnny DiComar... JD... See?"

"Oh, OK."

"Ohhh..." said Jim, lights suddenly going on.

"What?"

"I just thought JD was something you invented because Giovannino sounded so posh! That's quite cool."

"So you have new found respect for my name?"

"No, it's just that I now I know what I'm screaming when you..."

Jim cut himself short, realising Kevin was listening most intently.

"...beat... seven bells out of me when I let your tyres down. For a joke."

Apparently, improvisation wasn't exactly Jim's strong point.

"Why don't we go down to the TV room?" I suggested after a moment's awkward silence.

"OK," bounced Kevin, and trotted off down the stairs.

"Sorry," blushed Jim.

"No problem - I don't think he'd've known what you were going to say anyway - he's so green he needs mowing!"

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Kevin had, thankfully, been largely ignored by the rest of the house. Being the youngest there I was slightly concerned that he would have been picked on, but he didn't put up a fuss when he was booted out of his seat by a fifth former which was exactly the right way of handling it.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully and soon the Prefect On Duty herded the third and fourth formers off to bed. Kevin was not at all bashful as he undressed, freely shedding his clothes until he was clad in just his boxers which too were quickly discarded. He then seemed to spend more time than necessary faffing around before putting his pyjama bottoms on and climbing into bed which gave Jim and I ample opportunity to check him out.

His dick and balls were by no means small and were topped by a modest but dense crop of pubes which illicited an approving nod from Jim to me. We both decided to return the gesture (if there was one to be returned) and spent a similar amount of time totally naked and engaged in some puerile time-wasting activity before donning the boxers we normally slept in.

Kevin was reading a book by this stage, but his eye line simply didn't match that of the text on the page: Instead he was looking over the top of the book, scoping Jim and myself alternately. I'd used most of these tricks in the past myself and as such was quite wise to them.

As I climbed into bed the PoD turned up, gave the customary "night, lads" and clicked the lights off with no regards whatsoever to Kevin's reading. There was a bit of a kerfuffle from his side of the room until he'd managed to stow his book, at which time we engaged in a few minutes of puerile conversation before everything fell quiet.

The curtains had been left open a smidge that evening and, being a full moon, a shaft of light found its way in, intersecting Kevin's bed. As my eyes got used to it, I thought I could make out Kevin's quilt bobbing up and down. Apparently, Jim thought the same as a few moments later I felt my bunk being poked from underneath. I dropped an arm down the side of the bunk and I felt Jim's fingers encircle one of mine, making the international sign of self abuse.

I gave the thumbs-up back and felt Jim laughing silently beneath me. A few seconds later, the bunk wobbled as he got up and gently tiptoed towards Kevin's bed near the door. In one deft movement, he both switched on the lights and tore off his his quilt, exposing Kevin with his pyjama bottoms around his knees and both hands desperately trying to cover up his midsection.

Rather than say anything, Kevin simply curled up into a foetal position with his eyes screwed tightly closed.

"We'll have none of that in here!" Jim bellowed, doing a disturbingly good imitation of Mr. Lucas in one of his more displeased moods.

There was no response from Kevin other than for a tear to roll from his tightly closed eye, down his nose and drop on to his pillow.

"Jim, let him be..."

Jim replaced his quilt and snapped the light off again before climbing back into bed. Everything was silent again with the exception now of the occasional almost inaudible sob or sniff from across the room.

After a few more minutes I couldn't take it any longer.

"Kevin?"

There was no answer for quite a while, then: "Go away."

"Kevin, listen..."

"I don't want to talk."

I got out of bed and knelt down by his.

"Kevin, Jim was just having a laugh..."

"I'll have the shit ripped out of me tomorrow when HE tells everyone about this..."

"He won't say a thing, I promise..."

"Yes he will! He'll tell everyone..."

"No he won't, otherwise he'd run the risk of you telling them that he was doing it too!"

"But he isn't."

"Yes he is!"

"He wouldn't be... Not now..."

"Err, yeah, I am, actually," confirmed Jim, switching on his torch to reveal his covers bouncing up and down in the time-honoured fashion.

"See?"

Kevin looked up. "He's just pretending."

Jim sighed, threw back the covers and walked over, boner leading the way.

"See? He really isn't."

Kevin, bless him, was gobsmacked.

"We all do it. Don't worry about it."

"Uh, OK... And you won't tell anyone?"

"As long as you don't tell anyone about us helping each other out, no."

"What do you mean?"

Jim knelt down next to me and slipped his hand inside my boxers as I took hold of his stiffy and began to wank him gently. Kevin's eyes nearly popped out of his head and he involuntarily pushed a hand back under his covers to fondle himself.

"We won't say anything as long as you promise you won't," offered Jim. "Deal?"

"D... Deal," stuttered Kevin.

"Cool," he grinned. "You've got a really nice dick, by the way," he added, causing Kevin to blush profusely.

We stood up, then Jim leant down and pushed his hands under the covers. I saw the younger lad quickly draw breath, hold it and then suddenly shudder and twitch. A second later, Jim pulled his hand back out. A few delicate strands of Kevin's cum were draped between his fingers.

"I guess that was the first time anyone else touched you there," I said.

Kevin nodded and blushed even more, looking shaken by his unscheduled orgasm. I brought Jim's hand to my mouth and licked his fingers clean. His cum was nowhere near as strong tasting as Jim's was, but it was just as appealing if in a different way.

"Nothing that goes on here goes beyond this door, OK?"

Suddenly appearing more excited than anything, Kevin readily nodded 'Yes' and watched as Jim ushered me into his bed, then climbed on top of me.

"Do you mind if I watch?" squeaked Kev almost inaudibly as Jim kissed me all over my neck.

"No, just keep quiet for a bit - we haven't tried this before..."

I realised what Jim was referring to and wondered for a moment if I really wanted an audience while I got fucked for the first time. On reflection, I actually found it quite exciting and, more to the point, at least this way we could do it in the comfort of our beds without having to find an alternative venue. 'Sides, Kevin was kinda cute...

Jim wasted no time in removing my boxers before flipping me over onto my stomach.

"Kneel up a bit," he whispered, pulling my pelvis upwards to guide me. Gently, he ran his fingers down my arse crack until he came to my hole which twitched and jerked as he ran is fingers around it.

"That tickles," I chided, feeling very vulnerable with my behind pointing towards the heavens.

Jim politely ignored me and spat on his fingers which he quickly moved to my backside. I felt his slimy saliva being applied around - and then in to - my arse. His fingertips dipped gently but quickly in short, shallow thrusts into me, twisting around and from different angles which quickly had me loosening up.

Another load of spit was produced, now allowing his index finger to travel a fair way into me. This was now feeling very good and I moved one hand up to start jerking myself. Jim was having none of it, though, and swatted it away.

"Not yet," he whispered. "Don't get too excited yet."

"But I want to cum," I groaned, rather out of character and more like a spoiled brat. Jim smiled, enjoying having me wrapped round his little finger. "You will, but you won't be doing the touching."

That sufficed for the moment and my stiffy was left rampant and pulsing, pointing angrily at the bed sheets.

Jim now brought his thumbs into play by sliding two fingers either side of my nads and planting his thumb directly on my hole. With a gentle push it went straight in. Jim then started a gentle pincer motion as if he was trying to get his thumb to touch his fingers despite my body being in the way. My stomach was doing somersaults as he rummaged around while teasing my balls with his fingers.

Suddenly, his hand was removed and I complained most loudly.

"You liked that, then?" he whispered, cupping my testicles.

"Yesss..." I squirmed.

"Alex taught me all this," Jim smiled.

"You're going to have to introduce me to him one DAYYY!"

Jim had applied something else to my backside. It took a moment to work out what it was until I felt his breath from his nose play over my butt crack. He was tonguing me! Considering myself an expert on kissing Jim, I knew from first hand experience just how long and powerful his tongue actually was. Now the vast majority of it was doing its best to worm its way up my bum - and it felt bloody awesome!

As Jim carried on slurping around, I suddenly heard a kind of yelp from a couple of feet away from the bed. Jim and I both turned to our right to see Kevin (who'd crept up to the bunk to get a better look) mid orgasm, his second squirt of the night streaming out into his palm.

"S... Sorry," he panted. "I'll keep quiet, I promise,"

"Excellent," whispered Jim, eyeing the puddle of cum. "C'm'ere, Kevin,"

Gingerly, Kevin moved round next to Jim and swallowed as he inspected my backside and Jim's throbber.

"Put it on his hole," instructed Jim, watching as Kev wiped his cum over my arse. "Cool - now wipe the rest off on my dick."

Kevin looked at Jim, not quite believing the request.

"Go on," urged Jim.

"Yeah, get on with it, Kevin!"

Jim squeezed my nads to shut me up, then shivered as Kevin wiped off the last of his cum from his hand.

Once done, Jim lined himself up at my arsehole and began to push forward. At that instant, the reality of the term "pillow-biter" really hit home, and I both screamed and laughed simultaneously. His dick felt disproportionately large now that it was trying to make its way up my bum, but I was damned if this wasn't going to happen. I wanted Jim in me, damn it, and I was not about to let something as puerile as a bit of pain get in the way.

Kevin watched, wide eyed, as Jim's steely hard nob end distended my arsehole and began to penetrate me. After a bit of careful manipulation and the odd "don't tense - push out" instruction from Jim, I felt the ridge of his dick head scrape exquisitely through the ring of muscle and pop into me.

Reflexively I clamped my arse down around the invader, causing its owner to draw breath through gritted teeth.

"You're really tight, JD," he panted, moving his knees slightly further forward to better position himself for the second assault. "You OK?"

"Hnng!" I replied. It felt like I'd just sat on a cricket bat.

"If you want me to stop..."

"Don't you fucking dare," I growled, teeth clenched, causing Jim to smile. He reached round and stroked my softening dick a couple of times, causing it to quickly snap back to attention.

"Ready?"

"As I'll ever be..."

His hands slid from my dick around my hips, taking hold of them once more in order to brace himself against me, then gently pushed forward again. Now the biggest part of him was in, the rest of the entry was comparatively painless. As he slid deeper, I could feel that flared head fitting me like a piston in a cylinder.

I imagined my insides wrapped around him and it occurred to the scientist part of my brain that this was the most effective way of getting as much of my body in contact with as much of his dick as possible: No other faculty I possessed could manage such a thing so well.

His progress was slow but steady, and still more of him entered me. Not being at all familiar or skilled at judging lengths accurately with my lower intestines, I marvelled at the apparent length (at least three and a half feet by my best estimate) I was accepting.

Suddenly I could feel Jim approaching something in me that felt right. A moment later he was there, the sharply defined edges of his dickhead moving over it like someone trying to desperately squeeze the last iota of toothpaste from a tube.

"Oh fu..."

I shuddered, feeling something that felt like a disembodied orgasm - one that was on autopilot rather than being controlled. It was pleasurable yet hollow and left me yearning for - in fact determined to achieve - something greater.

Jim was now almost completely up me, and he finished this first in-stroke by sliding his hands forward from my hips, up my stomach, over my nipples and curling them over the front side of my shoulder blades. He kissed the top of my back, and with a slight grunt shoved the final half inch of himself into me.

I could tell he was desperately trying to control himself. I could feel his dick twitching inside me which somehow seemed to scratch an itch I never even knew needed to be scratched. His breath was deep but ragged, like someone who has just run up a flight of stairs but doesn't want to look out of breath. I squeezed him with my bum as tightly as I could manage.

He let out a laboured "arrrghh..." and braced himself tightly against me, half pulling, half hugging me with his arms.

I reached under myself and giggled as if intoxicated as I felt Jim's nuts hanging right behind my own. I squeezed them together, then let my fingers move upwards. I was fascinated to feel the thick root of Jim's dick vanishing into me, to feel his elevated pulse through the large vein at the bottom gently pressing against my insides.

"You OK?" he whispered.

"Yeah - you?"

"Oh God yes..."

"Are you gonna..."

"Yeah... Tell me if I hurt you..."

"You won't. I know you won't."

Jim moved his arms down from my shoulders until he was hugging my chest. I braced myself - for what I wasn't sure - and waited. Ever so slowly, he began to pull out from me. Once again, he did the toothpaste tube thing inside me. Although this time I was approximately ready for it, it still took my breath away. I felt a large squirt of precum escape from my dick.

When he was about half-way out, Jim stopped and began to push back into me again. Each time he caught what I was to find was my prostate (after a hurried rummage through some biology text books) and as his tempo gradually increased, even my arsehole itself was starting to come alive and feel better than I could have ever conceived.

After a couple of minutes, Jim had settled into quite a rhythm that I was finding myself reciprocating. As he pushed in, I pushed back to meet him. As he pulled out, I squeezed around him with my arse. I was becoming dizzy with the sensations and altogether enjoying this a whole lot more than I'd bargained for.

Jim was fucking me, and it was bloody lovely! I mean, had someone told me that I'd be going nuts about someone ramming their dick up my arse a couple of weeks back, after I'd punched them I would have told them they were mad. But now here I was in another boy's bunk with said boy's dick giving me a damn good seeing to!

"Shhh!" panted Jim from behind me.

I suddenly realised that saying "Fuck me!" with steadily increasing volume probably wasn't the most sensible thing to do, but I really couldn't give a damn. As far as I was concerned, my very existence pivoted around my arsehole, Jim's dick and the interactions thereof.

Jim, not being one to disappoint, did exactly as I dictated and began to make his in-thrusts more staccato and pronounced. His danglies started slapping against mine, causing a dull pleasure-pain that exactly complimented those being generated by my insides. Jim let this ride for a minute or so before letting his hands start roaming. One started feeling my chest up while the other went south and promptly wrapped its fingers around my dick.

Five bloody strokes was all it took before an orgasm of truly biblical proportions decided to play merry hell with my brain and body. I came so hard I thought I was pissing the bed - a query I'd only faced once before when I first had a wet cum a few years previously. Revisiting that "this feels so wrong but it feels so good I just don't give a fuck" just added to the experience again, and I felt another bucket load of sperm fly out of me.

I'd screwed my eyes so tightly closed I was seeing stars and I swear I nearly bit a hole clean through that pillow as I discharged a full lung's worth of cum-scream into it.

My arsehole was also part of this involuntary body muscle spasm thing that appeared to be going on and hence Jim's cock was in for a right workout. I felt him sink his teeth into the back of my right shoulder as he too unloaded into me. He squeezed me so tight I swear he nearly cracked a rib, but I just didn't fucking care. As Jim's sperm began washing me down from the inside, I'd just about run out of stuff to shoot, but apparently whatever was controlling the process was unconcerned to say the least.

My dick jerked and bucked as I started shooting blanks, still revelling in the feeling of Jim wrapped around and inserted in me. I felt like I'd shot my guts out, but the intimacy and protection I got from Jim was indescribable. As Jim's convulsions and little hip bucks calmed down, so too did my own. I felt my head swimming and realised that I hadn't remembered to breathe after screaming into the pillow. I lifted my head and gasped a lung full of cool dormitory air, the oxygen rush causing me to feel cold heat surge from my chest to my extremities as my screaming, oxygen-deprived muscles gave a sigh of relief as they began to regenerate their lost ATP.

Jim released my dick from his grasp and licked my cum off his hand. When clean, he ran it through my hair while still bent over me.

"You OK?"

"Can't talk, coming down..."

"Err... JD... You're bleeding," observed Kevin who, until he spoke, I'd totally forgotten about. Panicked, I immediately imagined something horrific oozing from my rear end, but thankfully Kev elaborated. "Your shoulder - it's really bleeding..."

I sighed in relief, but Jim didn't seem as reassured.

"Oh crap! I'm so sorry, JD! Kevin, do you have any tissues?"

The now naked Kev (who'd apparently more than enjoyed his first voyeuristic experience) dashed over to his pristine bedside table and grabbed a box of Kleenex, handing a couple of sheets to Jim. He snatched them off Kevin and clamped them onto my shoulder which was only now starting to feel a bit odd.

Jim gently pulled himself out of me, which caused me to yell out of surprise than anything. I felt so empty inside now, and I knew it would be my bounden duty to ensure I get refilled by Jim as often as possible.

Refilling, however, seemed rather a long way down on Jim's list of priorities as he inspected my shoulder.

"Hit the lights, Kev,"

I scrunched my eyes closed as the harsh 150-watt lamp blasted unceremoniously into them. As I opened them up, I saw a couple of spots of blood on the pillow immediately to the right of my face.

"Is that mine?"

"Err... yeah..."

"Cool! I've never had a love bite before..."

"JD, I think I've really hurt you... I'm so sorry..."

I turned my head to find Jim nearly in tears. "Heeey... Shhh... I really enjoyed it..."

"You haven't seen it yet..."

I slid out of the bed and walked to the mirror that had started all of this. Stood with my back to it, I craned my neck round to see a Kleenex with a series of tooth-shaped red marks holding it in place.

"Mate - that's so cool! But if you've given me TB I will have you shot..."

"You sure you're OK?"

I reached back and prodded the kleenex and winced slightly.

"It's worth the pain," I grinned.

===END :-)

Do let me know what you think of this story - dicomar@gmail.com - and if you want any more. There's a lot more to tell about me and Jim as well as some other memories to re-live!

All the best,

Dicomar