No Other Toothpaste Can Do This
by
Little Dan
When I got to college, I was the only freshman in the senior
dorm. I had planned to go to another school but at the last
minute I changed my mind. Richards Institute where I had
originally planned to go had a wonderful fine arts program,
which was my field; but I had been accepted at Rodgers
University, and when push came to shove I just couldn’t give
up the opportunity to go to one of the Big League schools.
So by the time I decided to go to Rodgers and applied for a
room, the freshman dorms were all filled.
My father and my mother were all excited about Rodgers. It
was a real prestige school, and maybe they were partially
behind my decision to change my mind. Also my father was
really hoping I’d go on to business school and be a
businessman like he was. He wasn’t very thrilled with the
whole fine arts thing.
I had to report to Rodgers on September eighth to get my
room assignment and to sign up for the classes I would take.
I decided on English, Ancient History, Economics, Government
and for my one fun course I picked Renaissance Painting 101.
Then my parents took me over to Bolt Hall where I would be
staying. Room 305. My father helped me carry my bags, and
as we were climbing the stairs to my room my mother, who
complained about everything, began complaining that there
was no elevator in the dorm.
I opened the door with the key they had given me, and we
entered the room. The first thing I saw was the big tall
guy, who was obviously my new roommate, sitting with his
back against the pillows on one of the beds with his feet
up.
He was watching a small television across the room where
they seemed to be playing football. He was tall and wiry.
His arms, shoulders and legs were almost too muscular, and
they were very visible in the tight blue tee shirt which
showed his defined chest, and I think they call it his
pectoral muscles. (I’m not that up on bones, muscles,
nerves. All that anatomical information.) He was wearing a
pair of tight blue spandex shorts, which were very short,
and outlined another prominent muscle, which I won’t go into
here. This isn’t that kind of a story. This is a college
story. My new roommate had a strong face. You know the
kind. High cheekbones, (I think those are cheekbones,)
sculptured jaw, solid chin. He was really good looking,
though it bothers me when someone is better looking than I
am. He had thick black hair and a little bit of five
o’clock shadow.
He was surveying me, and I noticed his eyes were a
smoldering medium brown.
He was kind of dangerous looking.
“Hi. I’m Pepper Adams,” he said, jumping up and extending
his right hand.
“Gary Dean,” I introduced myself and shook his hand.
“Henry Dean,” said my father, taking his hand.
“Vicky,” said my mother, smiling at him. “Is this your
first day at college too?”
“Hell, no. I’m a senior,” he answered. “This is the senior
dorm. They told me I was going to have a late admission
freshman in here because they had no room in the freshman
dorm. “Welcome to Rodgers, Gary,” said Pepper.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Let me help you unpack, darling,” said my mother.
“No that’s okay mom, I can do it.” Pepper and I gave each
other a conspiratorial look. Mothers. Yeah.
My parents invited Pepper to come to dinner with us, but he
declined. He was having dinner with his girlfriend, Ingrid.
So we drove into town and had a nice meal at the University
Spa, which was considered to be the best restaurant in the
whole area. After that my parents drove me back to the
dorm, and went to their hotel room. We were going to have
breakfast together the next morning before they drove home.
Back in the dorm room, I unpacked, put all my clothes into
the drawers and closet (my half of the closet and the three
bottom drawers) stowed my luggage on the closet shelf, got
into my pajamas, and got my toothbrush and toothpaste and
went down the hall to the third floor bathroom. The dorm
seemed to be deserted. Pepper wasn’t around and neither was
anybody else. After showering, drying, and brushing my
teeth I returned to my empty room and sat back on my own
bed. I turned on the lamp next to the bed and continued
reading the book I had brought, Vanity Fair.
I was so engrossed in the book that I wasn’t noticing the
time, and I guess it was about one a.m. when I heard
Pepper’s key in the door.
“You still up?” he asked.
“I was reading. I got involved.”
“Good for you. I never read except for the stuff I have to
read for classes. Did you and your folks have a nice
dinner?”
“Yeah. It was great. I had broiled brook trout,” I
answered.
“Oh, you went to the University Spa. That’s one of their
specialties.”
“Yes,” I said.
“So do you play any sports?” he asked.
“No,” I answered. “I’m not very athletic.”
“Yeah. You are kind of a skinny little guy,” he observed.
“You know what? You could go out for crew. They need
skinny little light guys to be the coxswain on the boat.”
“I get seasick,” I joked.
He wasn’t the joking kind, and persisted. “But that’s a
sport you could be good at.”
“I don’t really like sports that much,” I explained.
“You don’t like sports?” he cried in utter amazement. “How
can that be? Every guy likes sports. I love sports.
Football, baseball, basketball, hockey. Everything. And
I’m on the school wrestling team. In fact this whole floor
is the wrestling team. They arranged it so that we could
all be together.”
Now I understood all those muscles. He was trained to pick
guys up and throw them all around. “I’ll have to go over
and watch you wrestle one of these days,” I said.
“Sure,” he answered. He started getting undressed, and I got
to see his Michaelangelo-modeled hard round buns flexing as
he walked around the room.
It seemed he slept in the raw, not in pajamas like me. His
beautifully shaped penis and testicles swayed in front of
him, but I was a gentleman and didn’t look.
“I’d better get to sleep,” he said. “I’m knocked out. My
girlfriend Ingrid really exhausted me tonight. She just
can’t get enough of my dick. She keeps making me go again
and again.”
“Where do you do it?” I queried.
“Up in her room. Over in the girls’ dorms. They allow guys
up in the rooms till ten o’clock. Then I hide in the closet
until it quiets down, and I sneak out later on.”
“Doesn’t she have a roommate?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, sure. But it’s okay. Ellen loves to watch me
fuck Ingrid. She even plays with herself a little. I
offered to fuck her one night, but Ingrid gave me a dirty
look and Ellen said ‘no thanks’, so she just watches.”
I was already getting an education, and classes hadn’t even
started. A few days later they did start, and I began to
get into a routine. I met the other guys on the floor and
on the wrestling team: Marty, Pete, Jim, John, Willy, Tony,
Artie, Phil and Steve. I saw them in the hall and in the
showers, and they were all big strapping, heavily muscled
guys. But they were all pretty nice to me. They started
calling me Stringbean. All except Artie, that is. I could
tell he didn’t like me. When he would pass me in the hall,
he would sneer at me. I didn’t know what I had done. I
hated being in the shower with him. He would stare at me in
this funny way while he was soaping his crotch and whistling
‘My Country ‘Tis of Thee’. One time we were both in the
shower with three of the other guys, and all of a sudden he
throws the soap at me. “Here kid, catch,” he said.
The soap grazed my shoulder and dropped to the floor behind
me. I stooped over to pick it up. “Hey, look, everybody,”
Artie said. “He dropped the soap.
Stringbean dropped the soap.” Then he walked up behind me
and pressed his crotch against my ass, and everybody was
laughing, but I didn’t know what that was all about. And I
think he had a little bit of a stiffie because I could feel
it stabbing my left cheek when he was pressing against me.
After a few seconds he moved away, but everybody was still
laughing at me. I dried off, put on my jockey shorts and
went back to the room. I knew Artie was trying to humiliate
me, but at least he was now calling me Stringbean like
everybody else.
Pepper was at his desk studying for a Biology exam, and I
started on Chapter 22 of The Pickwick Papers for my English
class. Then Artie came into the room and he and Pepper were
kidding around about Ingrid, and about Sophie, Artie’s
girlfriend, whom he was banging ten times a day, so he said.
And how she liked his big dick in her soft foamy pussy, and
he would plunge in and out as the juices poured out of her,
and all the time he was giving me funny looks out of the
corner of his eye. “You got a girlfriend, Stringbean?” he
asked.
“Not yet,” I answered. “I’m too busy studying for my
courses.”
“Sure you are,” he said. “Well, you just keep up the good
work and go get all A’s. Not like the rest of us stupid
jocks on this floor. Right, Pepper?”
“Right,” said Pepper and they both laughed. I tried to
read, but they were talking and talking. I was having
trouble concentrating.
“Please. I’m trying to read. Could you please talk in the
hall?”
“Sure,” said Pepper. And they went out the door and closed
it behind them. But I could still hear them talking, and I
couldn’t absorb what I was reading. Then I heard something
that really upset me.
Artie said to Pepper, “I don’t know how you can stand
rooming with that wimpy little faggot.”
“Oh, he’s all right,” Pepper assured him. “He’s a good
kid.”
“He’s such a little fairy,” Artie insisted.
My cheeks were burning and I felt like crying. How could he
say that? I had had sex with a woman a couple of years ago.
My Uncle Hiram had taken me to this prostitute he knew in
the city, to ‘made a man out of me’, as uncle Hiram used to
say. He had made me promise not to tell my parents because
he didn’t want them to know he was corrupting me.
The girl’s name was Alice. And she wasn’t really a girl. She
was more like 45 years old. She had badly died yellow hair,
and she was very tall and bony.
When she took off her clothes, her small tits sagged down.
And she was wearing this very strong cheap perfume. I had a
little trouble maintaining my erection and she was getting
impatient, but finally I finished. (I faked an ejaculation.)
And then I couldn’t wait to get home and take a shower. It
seemed like I and my clothes, just everything reeked from
that perfume. I vowed next time to do it with a real girl
my own age. Not some cheap old hooker. It would be better
next time. I would like it.
After that I had trouble reading my book. I just couldn’t
keep my attention on it. Finally it got late enough so I
could go to bed, knowing Pepper wouldn’t be keeping the
light on too much longer. I walked down to the bathroom to
brush my teeth, and my toothpaste tube was just about
squeezed out. I had been meaning to buy a new tube, but I
hadn’t. Nothing was going right for me tonight.
The next day, I had to brush without toothpaste in the
morning and my mouth tasted terrible. After my last class I
ran over to the campus store. I decided to try something
new. The old one had tasted like Spearmint which I don’t
really like.
I gazed at the toothpaste shelf. All the same old stuff.
Then I saw one tube of a brand I had never heard of.
Irresistooth. It was in a gaudy rainbow colored box which
showed a mouth and a set of teeth, with sparkle and gleaming
stars and strokes of lightening coming out of it. I was
intrigued. I examined the box. Red, blue, green, red,
yellow, orange, just every color there was, all swirling
around. The box said ‘The Only Toothpaste that Can’. “Can
what?” I wondered. I bought it.
That night I was in the room studying. And so was Pepper.
He had already taken his Biology exam, so ordinarily he
would have been over in Ingrid’s room with Ellen watching.
But they had had an argument. “That cunt,” Pepper said
bitterly. “I’m not giving that bitch my sweet cock. And
I’m not giving it to her slutty roommate either.” He was
really in a bad mood. I tried to calm him down, but he just
looked at me like I was some pathetic loser who didn’t know
what it was all about.
When it got close to bedtime, I took my soap, towel,
toothbrush and the new toothpaste, Irresistooth, and went
down the hall to the bathroom to wash up before going to
sleep. I opened the Irresistooth and pressed the sharp side
of the plastic top into the metal covering the end of the
tube. I immediately noticed a fantastic fragrance.
Cinnamon, cloves, everything. Fresh, delicious, seductive.
I could barely wait to squeeze it onto my brush and get it
into my mouth.
It was a bright phophorescent yellow gel. I had never seen
anything like it. I squeezed a dollop onto my brush and
screwed the cap back on. Then I put the brush into my mouth.
My god. Heaven. I had never in my life tasted anything
like this. It rushed through my air passages into my throat,
into my sinuses, into my brain. This was a whole new oral
experience for me. Wow! What a toothpaste!
Finally I finished brushing my teeth, even though I hated to
finish. I did have to get up in the morning. I stuck my
head down under the faucet and filled my mouth with cold
water to rinse out. As I was walking back to me room, I was
conscious of the wonderful aroma and the incredible taste in
my mouth. I started licking my teeth, but I didn’t have to
because my whole mouth was full of the delicious gel. I was
breathing cinnamon. I was breathing cloves. I was
breathing everything. This was going to be my new life-long
toothpaste, and it was too bad they didn’t have any more on
the shelf in the store, because I wanted to stock up as soon
as possible. Get a lifetime supply. But they would always
be getting more in. Little did I know.
When I got back to the room, Pepper was sitting up on his
bed watching a ballgame, and I put my towel over the back of
a chair, and walked over to my own bed next to his, wearing
only my little white jockeys. “How’s everything going,
kid?” he asked.
“Pretty good. I got a B Plus on my Ancient History paper.” I
told him.
“That’s great. But remember, if you’re not into sports,
you’ve got to be getting all A’s. One or the other.”
We both laughed, and it was funny, because he kept staring
at my face. “There’s something different about you,” he
said.
“No there isn’t,” I said.
“Yes there is,” he insisted. “I can’t put my finger on it.
No. Wait. Wait. It’s your mouth”
“What about my mouth?”
“I never noticed what a great mouth you have. What
beautiful teeth. Look at how white they are. How they
sparkle.” He came up close to me and began staring into my
mouth, almost as if he were hypnotized. “My god. It almost
looks like there are stars shooting out from your teeth.”
By this time his eye was barely an inch away from my open
lips. Then he started sniffing. “And your mouth smells
great. So sweet. So fresh. How come I never noticed
before?”
“It must be my new toothpaste,” I explained.
“Yeah, sure,” he kidded, but his face was getting closer and
closer, and all of a sudden he stuck his tongue out and
started licking my upper lip. “My God. You taste great
too. I never tasted anything so wonderful.” Now he held my
shoulders and planted his whole mouth over mine, and began
to ease his tongue into my mouth.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“Tasting your great new toothpaste,” he said. “I really dig
it!”
And then he was kissing me and kissing me, sucking on my
mouth, and I felt I was getting a hard-on, and I started
kissing him back, and I loved his mouth too, even though it
didn’t taste of cloves and cinnamon. God he was so strong
and forceful. He just overcame me. He eased me back on the
bed, and crawled on top of me, holding me in his arms,
kissing and kissing.
“Oh god. I’m getting a hard-on.” He reached down and began
playing with his dick on top of my own, stroking it and
stroking it as we continued kissing and he was moaning. He
took my hand and brought it down below his waist, and folded
my fingers over his dick. “Play with it,” he said. “Oh,
yeah. That’s good. Jack it up and down a little more.
That’s right.” And he kept tasting my wonderful new
toothpaste.
Finally after about ten more minutes of this, he said, “I
can’t stand it any more. I hate to stop kissing those
gorgeous lips of yours, but I need them around my dick.
“I can’t do that,” I said. “That’s queer.”
“Please, baby. For me. For Pepper. I gotta have it.
We’re pals, right?
“Yes,” I said hesitantly.
“Well your pal needs you to do something for him. You’re
not gonna say no, are you?”
“I don’t know,” I resisted.
“Come on, pal. Please. For Pepper” And he started pushing
me lower on the bed to bring my lips in line with his big
cock. It was a mighty pole. I took it in my hand. It was
so, so, so----solid. And it was so warm. I think I almost
wanted to suck it.
“Come on, baby,” he urged. And I lowered my mouth onto it
slowly. I put it in without really closing my mouth down on
it, because I was nervous and I thought I wouldn’t like it.
But after moving my loose jaw up and down on it a few times,
I decided it wasn’t so bad after all, and I closed down upon
it with my lips and my tongue. Nice.
“Oh, yeah, baby,” he groaned. “Suck it. Suck it. Suck my
big dick. Yeah. That’s nice. You know, you’re a lot
better than Ingrid. Look at those sweet lips around my
flagpole. I never noticed what beautiful delicate lips you
have. Like a girl’s. You have a girl’s mouth and it’s
wrapped around my big sausage. Eat it, honey. Eat it. Eat
that big sausage.” And he started bucking around, raising
his ass, forcing his dick deeper into my throat as he held
my head with both hands and worked his own dick with my
mouth.
We did this for about fifteen more minutes, and I was
getting tired. I didn’t know how I felt about having him
come in my mouth, but I was getting tired and wanted to go
to sleep. Suddenly he pulled me off of his dick and pulled
me up on the bed till he had lip-access to my mouth again.
He plunged his tongue in, whispering over and over, “My God.
What a sweet mouth. What a wonderful delicious mouth. I
could kiss this all night. But listen, Stringbean. There’s
one thing.”
“What’s that?” I asked wetly.
“I love to get sucked, and you were just great. But I can’t
come like that. I need to fuck.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, refusing to accept what he was
saying, even though I knew.
“I need to fuck you, baby.”
“How can you fuck another guy?” I asked in astonishment,
even though deep down I knew how.
“You know,” he answered. “I need your ass.”
“But you can’t. It’ll hurt me.”
“I’ll be real easy with you. I swear to god.”
“I don’t know,” I stalled.
“I’ve got some mineral oil here that Ingrid uses when she
comes over and gives me a massage. I’ll use some of that.”
And he reached into the night table drawer and took out a
small bottle. He put the bottle down for a minute, and
after taking off my jockeys, he raised my legs and hooked
them over his shoulders. After that he opened the bottle
and greased up his cock, and began rubbing the oil all
around and then inside my small hole. Gingerly, he eased
one finger into the passage and I flinched for a second, but
it got a little easier, and now he was moving it back and
forth inside me. Then he poured some more oil on, and stuck
two fingers in me, gradually opening me up, so that he could
get his dick inside. The oil was dripping all over the
sheets. I was really going to have to do a laundry
tomorrow.
When he decided that I was loose enough, he positioned the
tip of his big needle in front of my little eyehole and
began to press it in. I could feel my back lips spreading
around him and sucking him in ever so slowly. When the head
was in, he sat on his haunches without moving for a few
minutes, and then he eased it all the way down, until his
big juicy balls were stroking mine. I felt his whole
wonderful weight on top of me, as he eased my legs down
around his waist and laid his muscular chest on top of my
own. Now he was flexing his beautiful ass cheeks working
his enormity inside my tightness, and he began to kiss me
again. And he were sucking mouths as he filled my rectum
with his unbelievable manhood.
“What a great mouth,” he uttered. “I could kiss this mouth
forever.” And he began tonguing me needfully.
“Ooohhh, Ooooohhhh,” he moaned. And so did I, and I think
we both were having incredible sensations. Finally my
asstunnel knew that his flesh syringe was about to gush, and
squeezed itself around him.
“Gggraaggghh,” he screamed. And then it was over, and I lay
there luxuriating in the glorious hot liquid that filled my
rectal canal as he slowly eased out, reached for a towel,
(my towel), and wiped himself off.
He stood up and I was lying on the bed in contentment and
bliss when the door flew open. “What’s the matter? I heard
a scream in here.” It was Artie. He was standing there in
these really tight white briefs which accentuated the
outlines of his generous equipment.
“No. Everything’s fine,” Pepper assured him. “We were just
talking.”
Artie looked at Pepper quizzically. Then he looked at me.
I smiled at him. He looked at me more. He came closer and
closer.
“You know, I never noticed what nice teeth you have,” he
said.
“Thank you,” I told him.
“They’re really white. Your mouth really sparkles and
shines. I never noticed that before. And you have really
pretty lips. Like a girl’s. Really pretty.”
Oh, God. This was starting all over again. Artie hated me.
He had nothing but contempt for me, and now he was sitting
on the edge of my bed staring longingly into my mouth.
“Smell his mouth,” Pepper urged.
“What are you talking about?” Artie shook himself out of
the spell. “Smell this fag’s mouth? Are you crazy?”
“Smell it,” Pepper insisted.
Artie turned to face me again. And the minute he looked at
me he was lost. I was lost. We both were lost. He gazed and
gazed at my teeth, which I guess were shooting little stars,
and then he brought his nose down in front of my lips and
sniffed.
“Oh, wow,” He cried. “Wow. What a great smell. So clean,
so fresh. Like walking through a summer meadow, like a spice
bazaar in the far east, like the Arabian nights,” he mused.
I had had no idea that Artie was so poetic under that rough
exterior. Maybe he used the exterior to hide how sensitive
he really was.
He breathed in and out happily in front of my face, and then
he brought his lips to mine and began licking. And the
whole thing started all over again, blow for blow, but this
time with handsome, muscle-bound, blonde Artie instead of
handsome muscle-bound raven-haired Pepper. Pepper sat on
the edge of his own bed watching and playing with his dick
as I now had my face down in Artie’s lap drawing him into my
throat. He was doing an Ellen. Just watching. And I think I
loved Artie’s dick even more than Pepper’s, if that were
possible.
“Oh, this is so fantastic,” Artie enthused. “A talented
little fag right on our own floor. It’s so convenient. And
he’s such a good cocksucker.”
“He is, isn’t he? Pepper asked. “I taught him,” he said
proudly.
“You did?” asked Artie. “Well, you did one hell of a good
job, buddy,” he congratulated Pepper, as I slobbered over
his meat, making slight choking noises, as he was forcing
the head deeper and deeper into the depths of my small
throat. “Oh, yeah,” encouraged Artie. “Take it. Take it,
baby. Take my big cock.” Oh, yeah.” Then he turned to
Pepper and said, “The other guys have to get some of this.
It’s just not fair to keep it all to ourselves.”
“I guess not,” said Pepper reluctantly. He really didn’t
want to share me with too many people. He wanted my sweet
mouth and my sweet ass all to himself, and he wanted it
whenever he wanted it, which was going to be often, now that
he had discovered that cumming in me was even better than
cumming in Ingrid.
“But don’t tell them yet. I want to fuck him first. Then
you can go out and get them up.”
“Okay,” Pepper agreed.
And definitely having decided that he wanted to fuck me,
Artie regretfully lifted my mouth off his turkey baster and
began sucking at my mouth again. And like Pepper, not
wanting to lose the sweet taste in my face, he positioned me
facing him, so that we could kiss all the while he was
screwing me. This time it was much easier. Pepper handed
him the mineral oil, and after that, his dick slipped inside
pretty easily. He gently hammered backwards and forwards
rubbing his dick against the walls of my sensitive
receptacle to get the most friction on the head of his
drill. And he drilled. And he wrapped his beefy arms
around me and squeezed so that there was no doubt in my mind
that he was a championship wrestler. I was feeling crushed
and protected at the same time. Joy.
And what heavenly kisses. His strong tight lips pressed
down on my ‘girlish’ lips, and as he was moving in and out
of me and kissing me, I realized there was a great
tenderness in the fuck. He removed his lips from mine for a
few seconds and whispered in my ear so that Pepper couldn’t
hear. “I know I’ve been mean to you. I’m sorry. I like
you a lot. I think I’ve always liked you, and didn’t want
anyone to know. I didn’t want to know it myself, so I was
nasty. I wish I could make it up to you. I know you can
never forgive me.”
“I can,” I said. “I do.”
“What’s that?” asked Pepper.
“Nothing,” said Artie. “Just fuck talk.” Pepper nodded
and smiled. Artie continued to kiss and screw me. I
wrapped my slender legs around him, and put my hands around
his hard behind and helped him to move. I clutched him into
me. The minute he had said those words my back passage had
fallen deeply in love with the stake which was spearing me.
The walls of my rectum closed around his wide piston and
hugged it, squeezed it, kissed it.
“Oh my god,” he said appreciatively and began pounding his
hips into mine, and I could feel his jerking syringe
getting ready to spew. And then the wonderful hot cum
flooded into me and warmed up the load that Pepper had left
a short while before.
“Oh, baby. That was terrific. And that mouth of yours.”
As his heart stopped pounding, his kisses became less
passionate and more affectionate. And I could have kissed
him forever. I hated it when his cock slipped out of my
ass.
“I’ll go get the other guys,” said Pepper.
“Maybe we should keep him to ourselves,” Artie reconsidered.
“No. That’s really not right. We’re a team. We should
share him.” Artie shrugged and Pepper went out the door
walking naked down the hall, his big cock slapping in front
of him. He woke up Marty and Pete and Jim and John and
Willie and Tony and Phil and Steve. And they all walked
down the hall naked or in tight briefs toward our room.
Nine hunky wrestlers with rippling muscles coming to share
one skinny little guy, though they didn’t know yet what was
about to happen. But I knew and my spicy fresh mouth was
salivating in anticipation.
“What’s going on, guys?” Pete asked Pepper and Artie when
they came into the room. Artie was now standing next to the
bed, looking down at my naked body.
What’s with Stringbean?”
“Look at him,” said Pepper. I just lay there and smiled.
“I’m looking,” said Pete. “What?” Pete looked again. “You
know, I never noticed before. The kid has a great smile.
Look at his teeth. They’re so white and gleaming. They’re
dazzling!” he emphasized.
“They’re practically shooting little stars,” observed Jim
coming closer to the bed. The others were now starting to
crowd around, looking at my perfect mouth.
“He’s almost like a dental ad,” interjected Steve.
“And would you look at those lips,” Tony pointed out.
“Helen of Troy would have killed to have those lips,” Marty
agreed. He, like me, was taking Ancient History.
Pete moved down, staring at my mouth, moving closer and
closer. His nostrils started to quiver. “My god. Smell
his breath,” said Pete to the others. “I never smelled
anything like that before in my life.” One by one they
stooped down and tried to inhale as much of the incense as
they could. Then John firmly edged the others aside and
grabbed me in his strong arms and began kissing me as if his
life depended on it. “Oh, you can’t believe this,” said
John. “You’ve got to try it.” The others edged in and one
by one began to kiss me with real passion, adoring and
mesmerized by that incredible taste. That flavor. Cloves,
Cinnamon, Cardomum, Coriander,---- everything.
Pete was a little bit of a bully and he forced the others
aside as he lay down upon me and began to kiss me from a
more relaxed position. Then he knew that he wanted my
gorgeous lips wrapped around his hefty rod. He eased my
mouth down upon his raspberry popsicle. Now the taste in my
mouth was clove and cinnamon and raspberry and honey, and,
yes,---- everything. Before long I was drinking a
thick,salty-sweet vanilla milkshake, gulping it down
greedily.
Pete tended to be a premature ejaculator and came in my
mouth, so he didn’t get the chance to plunge his lustful
cock into my back hole.
He regretfully moved aside and ceded his position to John
who single-mindedly drank the precious nectar of my saliva.
Then, of course, my mouth was shifted down to John’s sturdy
screw machine, which he savored for about ten minutes before
he decided to actually use his screw machine for screwing.
Once again I was positioned so that I could be kissed and
plugged at the same time. All of a sudden, Marty moved to
the side of the bed and knelt on the floor. He pulled my
face away from John’s hungry mouth, and turning my head to
the side began to tongue thrust.
John was furious. He reached out an arm and shoved Marty
away from the bed.
“Wait your own fucking turn,” he yelled.
“Sorry,” Marty apologized.
John gave him a dirty look and joined his face to mine
again. I had never realized that sex could be so pleasant.
Kissing, and sucking cock, and having a big dick stroking in
and out within my ass. What could be better? I was having
a wonderful time.
Next, Marty’s patience was rewarded with my sought-after
kisses, followed by a little head, followed by a long drive
down the turnpike inside my sphincter muscle. That muscle I
knew.
Jim was a little rough, but he was so good-looking, you had
to forgive him. After he shot his load in my ass, Willie
moved in. Now my ass had so much liquid in it, it was
making slurping sounds on each instroke and outstroke.
When Tony finished kissing and being sucked, he plunged his
meat into my now dribbling bumhole. I had enough ejaculate
in me to fill a bathtub and it was starting to ooze out. He
reveled in the sucking sounds coming from inside me, and
kissed me even more deeply. “You taste like paradise,”
breathed Tony.
I was pretty certain that Tony had never had osculation like
this from any
woman, since no other mouth tasted like mine, and by now I
knew how to give a great blow job. By the time I got to him
I had had plenty of practice. And I’m sure that no girl had
ever sucked him with such enthusiasm.
“And that ass. That ass,” he rhapsodized. There wasn’t a
cunt in the world that could pleasure his manly prick the
way my ass was doing it. “Oh, yeah baby. Yeah. Squeeze my
dick. Close your hole around my rammer. Oh, yeah. That’s
the way! That’s the way! You really know how to make a boy
happy,” he cried. He tried to hold off, but he could not
keep from shooting his wad any longer, and after spurting
into my hot caressing tunnel, he had to relinquish his
position to Phil, the last in line. My asshole continued to
leak spunk. Even as they were filling me, I was emptying.
Phil took his place on top of me, and after feasting on my
mouth for about fifteen minutes, he allowed it to engulf his
treasured protrusion. Then he allowed my clove-flavored
tongue to wander all over his heavy balls, feeding each of
them, one at a time, between my beautiful girl-like lips.
He moved higher over my face so that my tongue could get
under and behind his heavy hangers and lick the smooth flesh
between the base of his cock and his asshole. He moved
forward a little more and opened his cheeks, to let my
tongue lap around his tight pucker. I knew Phil had to be
in seventh heaven by now, since I was sure he had never been
able to get even the sluttiest of his girlfriends to lick
his asshole like this. And I certainly didn’t know why I was
doing it, but I got carried away in the insane excitement of
the whole fuckfest.
Since he was the last, I think he wanted my ass to remember
him forever. He did have the longest fattest schlong of
anybody in the room, and he plowed in and out of my grasping
ring as if it were the fuck of all times. I knew that I was
being stretched to the limit, but it felt so good, I wasn’t
going to complain. I worked my ass to give Phil the
greatest pleasure I could offer him. And I knew then and
there that this was my mission in life. To pleasure men.
Or maybe, if I were lucky, one man. Oh, it felt so good to
have a thick human cock moving in and out of my ass. Oh,
yes. Oh, yes. I wasn’t going to let a day go by ever again
without repeating this incredible act. “Fuck me, Phil, fuck
me,” I screamed. “”Give me your whole big dick. Let me
feel all of it.” My words were really turning Phil on even
more and he silenced my screaming mouth by planting his lips
over it and enjoying more of my fragrant spit.
I knew it when Phil started feeling the starchy white cream
beginning to churn in his weighty balls. Those balls whose
purpose in life was to spray his singular Phil-seed out
into the world. Out into me. “Yaaagggghhh,” screamed Phil
as his giant bullets fired hot lead into my guts. My hands
were encircling Phil’s head, holding Phil’s face to my own,
as my ass reared up to accept the holy offering. Deep deep
deep inside, I felt the molten lava flowing, healing all
wounds and itches. We were both breathing like steam
engines. Finally Phil took his face away from mine and
slowly stood up.
“We’ve all got classes tomorrow. We’d better hit the sack,”
said Pepper, and they all agreed and began to file into the
hall, the ones who had been wearing underwear, now holding
the underwear in their hands.
“Pepper,” said Artie. “I’m real stirred up again. I gotta
go one more time. Would you sleep in my bed tonight and let
me take yours so I can have one more go at Stringbean?”
“Oookay,” drawled Pepper slowly. He wasn’t so enthusiastic.
He was used to sleeping in his own bed. But how could he
say no? “Okay, sure, go ahead.” And he went down the hall
to Artie’s bed which was next to Steve’s. Artie and Steve
were roommates.
After they were all gone, Artie shut the door. “Ready for
one more?” Artie asked me.
“I guess so,” I answered a little hesitantly. “Sure, why
not.”
Artie stretched his body out on the bed alongside me. He
took me into his arms again and began to kiss me. He just
couldn’t get enough of my toothpaste. He would never get
enough of it. Finally, though, he had to relinquish it to
his cock. I moved up and down on Artie’s precious tool
enjoying every millimeter of it. Then Artie said something
shocking. “Okay. My turn now. I want to try sucking
you.”
I lay back, my head on the pillow, as Artie scootched down
on the bed and hovered over my own penis. He moved it back
and forth and all around, trying to get used to handling
another guy’s equipment. Then he charily put his mouth on
it. It wasn’t so bad. He started moving his head up and
down on it. And I could tell he liked it. He liked the
feeling of hot hard flesh moving over his tongue. He was
really getting into it now. He told me that my cock was
pretty large for a little kid, but actually he had noticed
in the showers over the years, that somehow slim trim little
guys had really big dicks. Bigger than the big guys. And
he said that mine tasted kind of nice. Sweet. And when a
little big of my pre-cum oozed out, I could tell he was
savoring the slight saltiness of it, as I had been doing all
night long. “It’s nice. Really nice,” he assured me. I
wondered if Artie wanted me to shoot off in his mouth. But
he didn’t. He wanted something else.
“Now, I want you to fuck me,” he told me.
“You do?” I asked. I was stunned.
“Yes. I want to feel your cock in my ass. Okay?”
“Okay,” I agreed.
Artie turned over on his belly, his gorgeous solid rear end
looked so inviting. I had never seen anything so beautiful.
Artie was a Greek god. Artie was Apollo.
And I was about to slip my penis between those perfect round
cheeks into the hot untouched opening. I was about to pierce
the beautiful rosebud which I was now admiring, having
parted Artie’s muscular asscheeks.
“Put it in, Stringbean. Go ahead. Use some of the mineral
oil. But go ahead. I want to feel what it’s like to have a
cock in my ass.”
I followed his instructions and after oiling his prick, lay
on top of Artie, resting my hips on those bouncy mounds as I
slowly eased my cock through the tight hole. Very slowly.
Artie was taking little short breaths. It was hurting a
little. He reached his hand back and pushed on my abdomen,
telling me to ease out a little. After a few minutes he
relaxed. “Go ahead.” He said.
I gently pressed forward and finally the knob was inside.
Artie worked his internal flesh around it, getting used to
it. Then he humped his ass up a little to draw a little more
of the stick inside. Finally it was all in, and it felt
pretty damn good. I just lay there, resting on Artie’s
strong back and ass, as Artie worked his pouch around my
crazed dick. Yeah. It felt pretty damn good. He turned
his face to the side now so that I could kiss him while we
were fucking. He wanted more of my matchless mouth.
“How does it feel?” Artie asked.
“Oh, it feels so good. I never dreamed anything could feel
this good. “
“I’m happy you’re happy,” Artie said hunching his ass around
the smooth invader. “But don’t get to like it too much.
It’s not gonna happen very often.”
“I love you, Artie,” I admitted.
“Me too,” said Artie succinctly. I now began to take a
more active role. I was feeling an unbelievable tickling in
my testicles, and I knew I wanted to come. I started
stroking up and down inside Artie’s sweet rectum, trying to
get myself off. To cum inside that incredible ass. To
shoot my first real person-to-person load. And now the
moment was here and the hot climax was rushing through my
loins, down my prick and my own liquid was shooting
somewhere deep inside Artie’s belly. I collapsed on top of
Artie’s strong back. We were both sweating a little.
“That was great,” I said. I had finally shot a big load
into another person, and I was a man now. Uncle Hiram had
wanted the hooker to make a man out of me, but Artie had
actually done it.
“Yes, it was great. I liked it a lot,” said Artie. “I never
thought I’d like having a dick in my ass, but look at me
now.” He paused a second, then continued. “But remember, I
told you only once in a while. I’d still rather fuck.”
“Suits me,” I answered.
And then I knew that even though I loved Pepper, I loved
Artie even more, and I would spend the rest of my life with
Artie.
In the days that followed, I went to every drugstore in town
looking for a tube of Irresistooth, but nobody had ever
heard of it. I was running very low and I wanted more. But
the product simply didn’t exist. “You must have gotten hold
of a test tube,” one druggist told me. “Maybe it’s
something they’re working on, and they were test marketing
it”
Finally I had no choice but to buy one of the regular
brands. I settled on ‘Brightly’ because at least it was
peppermint, not spearmint. In the meantime Artie had talked
Pepper into switching rooms and we were together every night
in my bed with Artie’s cock up my ass, sometimes the whole
night long.
I would have loved to get another tube of the remarkable
stuff, but I really didn’t need it anymore. I had my man
now, and I would have him forever. Still, I would advise
anyone seeking eternal happiness to go out to a drug store.
If you want to find the love of your life, somewhere in this
world there may be a tube of special toothpaste that can
bring him to you. It’s called Irresistooth. And no other
toothpaste than can do this.