Varying Extremes: Episode One - The Introduction

Regardless of why it was happening--it was happening. And though, naturally I was loving having him suck on my cock, I knew I had to stop it. He'd thank me one day. Hopefully if he was lucky, he'd forget the whole experience ever went on, I could only imagine his embarrassment. I made small movement, that I figured any sleeping person would, in an attempt to get a better glimpse at what was happening in my nether region. Yes, Jason was certainly the culprit, but as I watched him, I could tell that he seemed to be completely sober. It wasn't what I thought at all, Jason was deliberately trying to have sex with me. I began to understand why my friends often times called me naive. I immediately closed my eyes, afraid he'd notice me watching. I had to stop this. How could I stop this? I was trying to think, but other thoughts were clouding my mind. 

Damn this feels good. No girl ever gave me head this awesomely. Maybe I don't want it to stop, I'm gonna cum soon enough, I could let him continue and simply act like I don't remember a thing happening when I wake up. Before I had a chance to fully sway myself either direction. I felt Jason climb onto the bed with me. He continued sucking my dick, he had slid the bottom half of the blanket off my feet up my legs to my stomach. While his mouth was eagerly working on my cock, he left hand was caressing my nuts and his right was rubbing up my belly and chest. I was absolutely gonna let him finish! 

He continued sucking me off for a good ten minutes and then he slid up on top of me. As his legs positioned themselves in between mine, it was apparent that he was fully naked. I was panicked now, what was he doing? He started grinding his dick into mine. It burned a little, but it was intriguing. He began kissing me, but my mouth defied opening, still keeping up with my pretense of being asleep, nor did I want him to try and French kiss me. he then made his way down to my neck, then to my nipples, which he sucked as if he could get milk from them and then continued down to my stomach back to my cock. He sucked it again for a short time, deep-throating it like it was nothing special, and then he lifted my legs, confusing the hell out of me. He tongued his way down to my balls. Then he shocked me by sticking his tongue on my asshole. 

He began pulling my butt cheeks apart to get better access to my hole. He then went to full battle with my rectal wall. He eventually was able to get his tongue inside my hole. This was a feeling I had never felt before, it was sort of like that small sensation you get when you take a shit, just as it releases itself, except it was multiplied to the one-hundredth. However, it was making me feel uncomfortable, I wanted him to stop, but I kept up the pretense. He then started to rub his index finger around my hole repeatedly it tickled-- it was an exhilarating feeling. Then, without much warning, Jason jammed it all the way in my ass. I couldn't play along anymore, this would have pushed even the most tired of hibernating bears to the highest state of alertness. I shot up, and pulled myself into a somewhat fetal ball with the blanket wrapped around me. I guess Jason didn't see the distain on my face because he smiled at me somewhat seductively and then move into my face and try to kiss me. I pushed him off.

"I think I should leave now..." I gave him a look of utter disgust. I jumped off the bed and started stumbling to get my pants on. I grabbed my shirt and started maneuvering to get my sneakers on.

"Sean...Sean, come on you know I'm just drunk dude. I'm sorry, okay?" His attempt at an apology.

"You and I both know damn well, that you aren't drunk Jason! You aren't even fuckin' close to buzzed!" I could have started crying right there. I felt so guilty for allowing him to go as far as he did. I felt guilty for liking some of it. I feel like a cheap prostitute. "Is this how people make friends here?!" I started to leave.

"Sean!...come on...it's not like that...its not like I wanted to do this, you have to know that! Come back here Sean..." The sympathetic tone had left his voice, now all I could hear was anger. "Don't say anything about this to anyone, okay Sean, not a word to anyone....Sean!?" Those were the last words that were audible as I closed the door behind me. I was so angry at Jason, but more so at myself. What was I thinking?! First day here and already I was in strange situations. I was feeling so many different emotions that it was blurring my vision, which can explain why I was startled when I saw a female figure step into my path.

"What were you doing in there?!" Asked this chick. She was noticeably agitated.

"I was just visiting with a friend" I lied. I was trying to read this girl, but there was almost nothing to her. This was not the best time for a social experience. What did she want? I noticed she had a clipboard tucked under her arm and a name plate on the left breast of her jacket that read "T. Murray", the last name looked familiar. I returned my attention to her eyes. It was obvious that she wasn't satisfied with my response as she contorted her face into that of a crazed serial killer you'd see in movies.

"Do you think I'm stupid!" She raised her voice, "Do you think I don't know what you bitchy little fags do to unexpecting attractive guys?!" She was screaming now. "I saw you in there okay, so cut your shit. Just for future reference, next time you decide to try and lead someone's boyfriend down your sick little path, close the curtains!..." My mind was racing...close the curtains, I distinctly remember closing those curtains. Was I more drunk than I thought last night? What difference did it matter? Why was this fucking bitch spying on me?

"Who the fuck are you to be lookin' through people's windows?" I countered, directing some of my very present anger at Jason towards this stranger. 

"I can do whatever I feel is necessary to maintain order and procedure around here. I'm an assistant RA! And I see you're now admitting to seducing my boyfriend!" That's why the name was familiar. Blessed (or cursed!) with a very keen, somewhat photographic memory, I clearly remembered reading "Tina Murray" in the student handbook under class officers. Not only was she an assistant RA, this Sophomore freak was also assistant class advisor, president of something called the "Neigh-Sayers's Club" and a member of the International Honor Society, as I recalled. There was still something in her previous statement that confused me.

"Jason doesn't have a girlfriend, are you fucking psychotic?!" I remembered enough from last night to know that he had made it clear that he was single. This chick was obviously lacking in the area of sanity. And me seduce him?! She must be really fucked in the head.

"Psychotic?! Haha....you think I'm crazy? You'll see just how 'psychotic' things can get around here if you wanna can or worms with me" She made sure to emphasize the word "psychotic" by using air quotes. Who in this day and age used the phrase "can of worms"? Her antics were oddly increasing my spirits. I chuckled under my breath, there was something clinically wrong with this bitch if she was serious. She continued, "I'll be damned if I'm gonna stand by and let someone come between ...." the paused as if thinking of what to say then went on "...between me and Jason, especially some uppity little faggot!"

Mocking her, I said, "Well crazy lady, your 'boyfriend' was the one who was sucking my cock, so I think that makes him the fag doesn't it!" Her mouth dropped betraying her amazement at my comment, then she smacked me hard in the face.

"You'll be very sorry you ever stepped foot in that apartment when I'm done with you! I'm not a person to mess with Mr. Reily?!" She snorted as she looked down at her clipboard to retrieve my last name. "Stay away from Jason, I don't want you to have anything to do with him...and believe me he doesn't want anything to do with you anyway!"

The way she said that last part made me very annoyed. Jason obviously wanted me, it was the other way around in that department. Her continued attack on my ego was making me want to have sex with Jason, just to spite her! I wouldn't allow her to belittle me.

"Oh....well my damp asshole is telling me otherwise! Can you jus' get the fuck outta my face, deranged woman!...I'm a little tired and really pissed and I honestly don't wanna have to hit a girl!" Once again, she gasped at my statement and started to speak, "You're so sorry...haha...well...you will be!" She had a ghoulish look in her eyes and scheming grimace to her face. I was no longer interested in hearing what this unbalanced, asylum escapee had to say. I half-pushed her out of my path as she began to back up and started toward my room. When I was a significant distant from her, I heard her yell to me "You'll be sorry!" 

I began to walk faster to my room. When I arrived there I made sure to double luck my doors. I had never been happy to be anyplace in my entire life. I figured I'd make a pressing suggestion to the head RAs to remove Tina from her duty....due the unfortunate fact that she's unhinged, unstable, neurotic, or just plain loony! Aside from the fact that she is absolutely abusing her powers. As I laid down in my own bed for the first time, I was content in knowing that everything would be better when I woke up. I guess I could forgive Jason, maybe he was sincerely sorry, or maybe he was drunk. Everything was going to be fine. I drifted back off to sleep trying to convince myself that things would start looking up as more people arrived. I fell asleep as quickly as I had hoped, attempting to get away from today's most recent events.

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I was awakened roughly five and a half hours later. My clock blinked "10:53". There was a loud, obnoxious knocking at my front door. Who the fuck was it!? I sauntered out of bed, less alert than I figured I should be and peeked through my peep hole. There was an extremely large guy, dressed in jeans and a sweat shirt towering over my doorway. The shirt had letters on it in a weird font that read "NSC" and he had on a blue beanie hat with the letter 'K' on it. He was built sort of like Jason...except a little bit bigger. He had that "club bouncer" kind of look to his body. I was somewhat apprehensive about opening the door. But figured maybe it was my roommate, maybe he didn't have his key. I open the door slowly and say "Hey." 

Before I had a chance to say anything else, the guy had forced his way into the room, grabbed me and firmly but not roughly, was moving me towards the couch. He sat me down. I was speechless, I was scared, I was surprised-- for the third time in the last twelve hours...my head was spinning, I felt so stupid and so helpless. I was getting dizzy just being angry at myself for getting into these situations.

"We need to talk..." Was all I remember the intruder saying before I fainted.

TO BE CONTINUED....