Trust and Lust (Part One)

It was about half way through my first semester off at college. I went to a small out of state college somewhere out in the Midwest. I had to get away from all that high school stupidity. Entering into college I was 19 years old, a bit older than most of the other kids entering that year, which made me feel sort of awkward but at least it gave something interesting to talk about during the boring “getting to know you” questions of first introductions.

I quickly settled into my new life as an independent 19 year old young man, I had finally escaped my old nick name of Ty, for my full name Tyler and me and my roommate had gotten really close. We were practically never apart and that was the way I liked it. Ben was from a small town a couple of hours north of the university. I have to admit it was a rough couple of weeks to start. We didn’t really understand each other. I had tried so hard to get away from home and he went home ever weekend for the first month. But slowly and surely I began to win him over and he stayed around and we had a blast together.

Ben was 18 years old though he could have passed more for 25. His tall 5’11” frame was well stacked from years of training for high school wrestling at a weight he tried to keep at 165lbs. He was lean and tone you could tell he prided himself on maintaining his body the way he had worked so hard to get it. He kept an easy tan, from runs outside and his daily routine, the sun bronzed him nicely. Which all set off his beautiful dark hair and icy blue eyes.

I never really thought that much about guys while I was in high school. Living in one of those suburban communities everything was all hush hush and scandals, so the only thought that ever crossed my mind was how I didn’t want to be one of those people that everyone was talking about, but really didn’t know anything about at all. So for most of my high school days I occupied my time with soccer, friends, and an assorted number of girls here and there. Never really taking things too far with them or getting too serious. I kept my body in shape the best I could but settled for a more lean trim body style compared to Ben. I was around 5’9” 150lbs.

Like I said after that first month Ben and I were inseparable for the most part. We started hanging out together so much that we picked up a lot of each other stupid habits. Ben starting mimicking my love for hats and accessories and I started talking slower and picked up a bit of his draw that I liked so much. We knew about all of each other sexual conquest, about how Ben loved to have girls stick their fingers in his ass while he was getting blown, and how I jerked off a friend during a sleep over once. I knew sooner or later people were gonna start whispering about us it had happened too many times back at home so I wasn’t too worried because I knew it was great to be this close to someone.

It probably didn’t help the cause that we lived in an all male dorm room our freshman year, or that we were so open with our bodies. I think all the years of locker room antics had taken away most of the eroticism for Ben. Or maybe it was the constant humping, struggling, and body contact of wrestling, but for the most part if you came into our room you would have a good chance of catching Ben, me or the both of us in anything from, short, boxers, or nothing at all.

There was no absence of stolen glances on either of our parts. Ben always made me wonder but he just seemed as though he was just sizing me up, comparing what I had to offer to what he had to offer, like from back in his high school days. I had a modest 7 inches erect but a great pair of nuts a decent handful I’d say.

I on the other hand had to be careful not to get too excited, while staring down his 6 incher while flaccid and pair of golf ball sized danglers. The mornings were the best though, that is when I got a look at his tool hard as a rock, from under his sheets. His cock would rise some mornings completely throbbing and I could feel my own cock rising as Ben would slide his hand down unconsciously rubbing his member in the early mornings still half sleep. And before he could wake all the way up I’d hurry off to the shower room and beat off to the thought of relieving that tension for him.

That was about the exstent of the sexual relationship between Ben and I for about three months, besides our own personal nudist colony, we had a sock on the door knob policy which meant anything from hooking up to masturbating. We had also down a couple of beer showers together, where we would take a case of beer into the shower strip down soap down and drink the night away. This was Ben’s way and I just assumed it was all a little heterosexual fun until a couple of weeks later.

One night Ben and I stayed in we drank a few beers and smoked a bowl or two, just enough to start feeling real faded and a little hungry. We joked it up and talked for hours, sitting on our couch watching some infomercial on tv. That’s when Ben rolled over on top of me pinning me below his towering frame. I could see his dick was tenting through his shorts. I looked up at his piercing blue eyes and leaned my head up kissing him on the lips. He jerked his head back and slapped me in the mouth and across the cheek. It stung, but I didn’t care, I was confused. What was going on? He kept on hand on top of my chest. I wasn’t going anywhere, and the other he slid down his pants. He played with his dick for a while licking his lips, licking the kiss I had just planted. I could tell he was starting to enjoy himself as he let out a quiet moan. His ass rubbed up against my stiff cock and I arched my back with pleasure.

Then he looked down at me again and smiled. I was already rock hard by this point. I was squirming underneath him I felt like I was going to cum with anticipation. “Don’t move” he said to me. I tried to remain still feeling the pressure building in my nuts. He began to release the pressure pinning on my chest. My heart was beating a mile a minute. With his finger tips Ben caressed my nipples slowly till they elevated sensitive to the touch. Then he took a fist full, nails clawing in. I let out a yell. He quickly took his hand out of his pants and placed it over my mouth muffling it completely. I was still breathing hard.

He smiled at me again. “Calm down… I’m not gonna hurt you” he said with a smile. I felt the precum from his hand slide down my the sides of my cheek and some of it fell into my mouth. He say my eyes relax with the taste and he removed his hand from my mouth. I held the bitter sweet salty taste of his semen in my mouth; I could tell he was waiting for something so I swallowed it. I had all but forgotten about his hand on my nipple when he gave it a huge twist. I fought back the urge to scream again and tried to make it feel good. I could tell he was really getting turned on and that started to turn me on more and more.

He leaned edged forward, from my nipples Ben then began biting my neck. He lay completely across me, I could smell the alcohol escaping from his pores, and the shampoo in his hair. I squirmed underneath him our hips grinding together crossing swords several time. My shorts were soaked with gobs of precum. Ben worked his way up me until I was staring his boxers in the face. He tugged on my hair pulling my face closer. I opened submissively and mouthed his shorts tasting once again his precum on his soaked boxer shorts. He smelled raw, oily, sweating. I couldn’t help but imagine if this must be what wrestling was like for him. I was under his spell, he had complete control over me. I had no idea what that night held in store for me, but Ben did.

End of Part One