Private Room
By: Chazette

It’s nearly ten o’clock at night and classes start first thing in the morning. I’m getting ready for bed after having spent most of the day hangin’ out with buds I didn’t get a chance to see over Christmas Break. I’ve gotten all my books and classes set up, nothing left but to get a good night’s sleep. Then I hear a knock at the door, I open it and you stick your head in.

“Hi! I’ll guess we’ll be roommates this semester!” you say as you prop open the door with your luggage. “I’m Neil, and you must be?”

“Cole.” I answer you flatly. I’ve already bunked the beds in our dorm room so that the bottom of one is only about 2 and half feet above the other. I wasn’t told that I was supposed to have a roommate this semester. I’m used to rooming alone. I take up a lot of space at just over six feet, even if I am toned from being on the swim team. I edge past you through the door as you struggle with all the shit you’re dragging into MY room. I’m going to find the dorm supervisor and have a word with him.

“Hey! Where ya goin’?” you ask as I disappear around the corner of the hall. I don’t answer back. I’m hoping to get rid of you now before I’m forced to later. It’s a lot easier to avoid suspicion when you don’t share a room. I don’t like you anyway. You’re so short, maybe 5’5” if that. I’ve seen you on campus before, I think you’re a political science or history major, something boring, I’m sure. And you hang around a lot in the computer lab. I don’t think you have much of a social life, which means you’ll want to study all the time and I won’t be able to have any of my buds over to party. I walk down the hall to the lobby.

“Yo! Mike!” It’s the dorm supervisor Mike, the only reason he stays in the dorms is because it’s part of his grant for graduate research with one of the professors. Other than the fact that he decides who lives where and a few peace-keeping duties, he doesn’t really give a shit about any of the students. “Mike, why didn’t you tell me you were assigning me a roommate this semester? You know I like a private room!”

“Can’t help it. We have a lot of transfers coming in, they need the room. Now, hey, I heard how you got with Roger when he was your roommate; how you fucked with him till he was scared shitless and dropped out. Don’t fuck with this one, I mean it, or your ass is outta here.”

“Fine, whatever,” I say as I turn back down the hall. Don’t fuck with this one! Ha! Like Roger didn’t get exactly like he deserved. And Neil was going to get exactly what he deserved too. I tried to get him out of my room the normal way, so now I get to use the fun way. I turn the corner down MY hall and I see you struggling to heft some of the same shit through MY door. “Here, let me,” I grunt as a push most of your stuff through the door.

“Thanks! So,” you say as the door closes behind you, “would you like to get to know each other a little better since we’re going to be roomies, or maybe you’d like to come with me to WalMart, I need to pick up some paper and things before tomorrow.”

I grin at you, you are so clueless it’s funny. “No, no, I’m good, I was just getting ready for bed when you knocked, I’m gonna go ahead and hit the hay.” I turn towards the bed as I take off my shirt.

“Umm, about the bed.” I freeze and turn back around to face you. I toss my shirt to the corner of MY closet.

“What about the bed?”

“Well, it’s awfully snug between the top and bottom bunks, isn’t it?”

“Yeah, your point.” You thought I was being nice when I brought your stuff in, but now you’re not so sure. I can see the thoughts chasing each other across your face. “Look man, I’m tired, you’ll be fine for one night, won’tcha? And we can fix it tomorrow after we get out of class?”

“Sure,” you stammer, “I’ll be fine for one night.”

I’m smiling really wide now as I reach up onto a shelf in the closet. “And here, you don’t have to head out to WalMart tonight, here’s some paper and pens and stuff, hell, I even think there’s a highlighter in there,” I say as I hand you a box.

“Oh, really thanks. You don’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine really, I’ve got some extra.” It’s fine really, cause it’s not mine, it’s Roger’s.” “Well, that’s it for me,” I say as I take off my sweat pants and climb onto the top bunk. “Hit the light when you get ready, wouldja?”

“If it’s all the same to you, I had a long drive, so I’m going to grab a quick shower.”

“That’s fine, just go ahead and hit the light, you should be able to see enough with the bathroom light.” We have a real nice setup with each room having it’s own private bathroom, another reason I want the place to myself. I have my back to you as you turn out the light. I can hear you rummaging through your bags for some things, then the click of the doorknob as you go into the bathroom and the dull roar as you turn on the water. I dose off a little bit to the sound.

About fifteen minutes later I wake back up as you come out of the bathroom, the clicking of the doorknob and your slow shuffle the only sounds in the dark. Now would be a good time to get you, while your eyes are still adjusting to the darkness after the bathroom light, but you might make too much noise, and I can’t risk someone hearing you. Mike would hear about it for sure, and then where would I be? I hear you sliding into the bunk below me, I know my weight must be pushing the frame down. I can feel you pushing against my ass, that must be where it’s sagging the most, you’re having trouble fitting into the cramped space. I know your type though, you’re not going to say anything because it’s only for one night, even if you know you’re not going to get entirely comfortable, and that you’ll wake up with a crick in your neck.

Finally you slide into something like comfortable, if cramped. I wait, dosing every so often, and maybe an hour later I hear your breathing change. You’ve finally slipped into sleep, and I know that since you’ve been trying to go to sleep for the last hour, you’re not going to wake up from this easily. I wait a few more minutes to be sure, then I carefully slide out of bed and onto the floor. I can see just fine in the near-dark. You’ve only got a sheet covering you, I gently slide it off. I nearly burst out laughing! You’re wearing full length pajamas! It’s not like you have anything to be modest about! I lean in closer, even though the space is already tight, and gently slide my right arm under your knees and my left arm under your neck. If I’m going to do what I want to do, I’m going to need more room than you have in the bottom bunk.

I lay you up on my bunk, your head towards the foot. You stir a little, not much, and grunt in your sleep. You probably think that the sagging mattress is bumping into you. I slip off my boxers and climb back up into my bunk after you and sit with my back against the headboard. Your legs are just in between mine and I start to take off your pajama bottoms by tugging at the ankles. To my surprise and delight I see that you’ve gone commando, which makes my job a lot easier. After you’ve stirred a little, I finish taking off your bottoms and toss them to the floor. Now that that’s done, the real fun can begin.

I stretch my legs out a little and lift my ass into the air. I grab your feet and put them together, bringing them towards me. You stir again, a little more than last time. I freeze, but then I think why. It’s not like I’m going to stop in the middle if you wake up, and if you do wake up and start to scream, you’re in the perfect position for me to shut you up. I pull your feet up again and press them against my ass. There’s resistance for a moment then my sphincter loosens up. I can feel your toes sliding in, then your feet, then your ankles. I stop using my hands to push you into me, by now my ass should have enough leverage to draw you in on it’s own. I feel the muscles inside me contract as your calves are drawn in, the hair on your legs tickle me and I have to stifle a moan as I draw you in up to your knees. You’re stirring a little bit more now, grunting, trying to move, trying to get comfortable, but you’re still not waking up.

My ass has you drawn up to mid-thigh by now. I look down and see your small cock and balls being pulled closer to me. Just like you, they aren’t much to look at. You appear to be about 4 inches soft, your nuts not much bigger around than a quarter. I let out a pleasurable sigh as you are drawn further in, our sacs rubbing up against each other, mine dwarfing yours. I grab your hands and slide them in next to your hips, my fleshy ring tightening around your wrists. I wrap my hand around your cock and balls. I’m curious to see how big you are hard, but it doesn’t seem promising because my hand has swallowed all you have to offer. I fondle your balls with one hand and pump your tiny cock with the other. You stir a little more moaning in your sleep. I can tell you’re nearly awake, but you’re fighting it. Finally, you start to get hard, but it’s not promising. You’re still not very big around and not much longer than when I started. I hold your cock up to mine. I’m 8 inches and pretty thick, and judging from that it looks like you’re only about 5 inches, if that. I let go of your cock, and stop holding back the muscle contractions, this time there is an audible slurp as your balls slip inside me, followed by your tiny cock. I’m over your waist now, and your forearms are already in, no sense in you waking up inside some place strange and not knowing what happened. I lean forward and give you a hard slap on the face and then twist both your nipples. I shoot my hand over your mouth just as you are about to let out a scream, and my hand completely muffles you. You’re staring into the dark, half in shock, half in anger. You look kind of funny when your mad. Then you try to move. “What the fuck!? What is this, why can’t I move?” Your eyes must still be adjusting after waking up. You suddenly squirm again. I don’t bother to hold back my moan this time as you bump right into my prostate. “Yeah, aww, aww, unnngh!” You were trying to sit up, but my ass pulls you in right up to your nipples, so you fall back on the bed. With my ass constricting around your chest, you’re finding it hard to breathe now. “Cuh, cole, what, man, huhhh, what the fuck man!? Wha- what is- is that your ass!? Am I guhhh- going into your ass!?”

“Shut up, you stupid shit! Did you really think I was going to let you move in here, into my room? This is MY stuff, MY space, and MY room!”

“Fuck man, you can have the room, let me go!”

My ass pulls you in further, my tight ring starting to slide over the curve of your shoulders.

“Hey man, let me out of here, this isn’t cool-”

“No! You know what isn’t cool, you trying to tell me what to do in MY OWN ROOM!”

My balls are sitting on your chest and neck, barely an inch away from your chin, you can’t see all of my face anymore, my throbbing cock is blocking out most of your view. I laugh as my ass slides up around your throat, my balls moving up onto your face, covering your mouth, your breath coming hard and heavy out of your nose and warm on my sac.

“Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon.”

The only thing you can see above my balls is my hand reaching out to grab my cock as I slowly begin to jack off. I can feel your lips parting, my skin from my sac moving to fill the gap you’ve made. I think you’re about to lick or suck on my nuts as a final peace offering; a sexual favor in exchange for your life. But no, you’re trying to talk, you’re really struggling now trying to move your head, trying to get your mouth clear of my balls so you can talk. I feel you hit my prostate again, but I hold the contraction back, I’m jackin faster now, and you’ve found an angle where you can talk. “Please mmmphh, Cole. Don’t do this to uhhn me please. I don’t want to die in your ass.”

“Sorry, shithead, but it’s too late now. You’re almost all the way in, and I’m not going to stop when I’m over halfway through. You should have thought about the consequences, uhnnnngh, before you decided to barge in here.”

“Please, I’m sorry, please, Cole?”

I’m really pumping away at my hard cock now, I can feel your entire body wince as my balls rise and fall, audibly slapping you in the face. I’m starting to tense up, I know you can feel it.

“Sorry, awwwww, awwww, yeah, aww fuck yeah, uhnnnnnngh, awwww, ugnnnnnngh!” That’s it, I’m cumming, and there’s nothing you can do about it. I watch as the first three shots go straight into the air and come back down and the next three angle more towards the foot of the bed. I hear you sobbing, muffled underneath my sac, as I look down into your one open eye, the other one completely covered with cum, I smile. I can’t tell if the look you’re giving me is anger or despair, but I lean back anyway, my ass taking over, I can feel you being drawn inside as the very last of my orgasm fades. I sigh deeply, full and content.

I still feel you squirming, fighting for your life, adding to my pleasure. My cock is back up in an instant. I pump my swollen manhood, slower this time, enjoying the sensations deep inside me, and getting deeper all the time. Thirty minutes later and you’re still trying to get back out, gaining some and then losing more as my ass pulls you back. Finally I feel you hit my prostate, I think it’s your hand, trying to drag yourself out, but you just sealed your fate by pushing me over the edge again. “Uhnnnnnnngh!” I cum again, wildly, getting it everywhere, as you are dragged as deep as my spasming muscles can pull you.

I roll over onto my side and drift off to sleep as your struggles start to fade deep inside me, after all, I don’t want to be late for class.

The End