My Silence Will Cost You Ch. 03

He swallows hard and says, "Look man, I grew up from a little pipsqueak always talking shit about other guys' cocks. I know I have taken it too far with you and I know that you look at cocks... well... differently than I do." We both chuckle at that. Good, I am glad this isn't too heavy right now. "But yah dude, I am jealous as hell with that huge pipe you got between your legs and I admit I would do almost anything to have your cock instead of mine." Having Kyle admit this to me feels... amazing! I didn't know how much I needed that validation until I got it. Just hearing him say the words, I feel more confident, and my dick twitches a few times.

"Thanks, Kyle. That means a lot. Good, so we agree on the respect part and that it will be a journey, not a destination, and that is a perfect segue into rule number 2."

Rule Number 2: No lying to each other, EVER

"This means not only about the big things but also the small things. We have to be honest with each other. It was not fair for me to hide the fact that I was lusting after you since the moment I laid eyes on that hot ass body of yours, and the more that I got to know you I realized you were the full package," I say to him, clearly beginning to blush as I lay it out for him. "You shouldn't have had to coax it out of me by wearing home your uniform, though fuck dude - seriously, THANK YOU for that! But if we have respect, we also have to have truth. Sometimes that truth will be uncomfortable but this, not to be corny, is a safe space between us. I know with the questions you have during our circle jerks about the kind of sex I have that you are curious about it. You should be able to just admit that. We have to do that for each other. Can that rule work, you think?"

"Bro, yes! While I have to have this macho wall up while out with the boys, those walls can come down here. I'd like that. But you have to help me with that. This was not how I was raised. I'm used to acting like I have the biggest dick in the room, and when I realized I didn't... I freaked out a bit. But I promise you that I would really like this honesty and this friendship with you as I have never had it before, with anyone." As Kyle says this it's as if I could see his wall starting to tumble down onto the floor between us.

"Great roomie - so are you ready for Rule #3?" I say as he nods his head in agreement though clearly, I can tell there is something eating at him. "Great, rule number 3 is basically already in place, but as we move forward, we both need to know this is the case, so...."

Rule Number 3: 'What happens in the 609, stays in the 609'

"This one is important. It is none of anyone else's business what we do in here, what we say in here, who we fuck in here. This is our world, nobody else is welcome. If we are to be comfortable with each other, especially with rules 1 & 2, then 3 is a must, do you agree?" I say to him, this one I know will be an easy one, but it also sets the way for my future plans.

"Absolutely! Bro! I don't want my boys to know that we have a circle jerk and that you see my hard and squirting cock more than any chicks do! That is between us. Besides, honoring our rules... Fuck dude, I love to see you shoot your load!" He pauses a bit, thinking "... I can't believe I just admitted that bro, but fuck yah. It's so damn hot! And yah, I don't want to give up on that!"

"Great, you know I feel the same way, roomie. Now, the last and final rule that I am proposing may be a bit harder for us, but I feel strongly about it if we are to have a fair and equitable friendship.

Rule Number 4: Actions have consequences and silence comes at a price

Kyle looks at me quizzically on this one as I don't think he knows where I am going, so I begin to explain.

"Kyle, if you only knew how hard I struggle knowing that you're cheating, knowing that each week that goes by you get further and further into this spiral. That troubles me and I struggled to figure out a way for me to decide that I can deal with it and that is if I am getting something in return. Something that is valuable to me and to you."

"You want me to pay you?" Kyle says with a sad look on his face.

"No, bro. Well, yah, in a way. Look, no offense, but I know money doesn't seem to mean that much to you. You gladly pay a grand a month to get the answers to all your tests, without fail and without question. I would rather be compensated by something that I know you would be sacrificing so that you were really paying a price." He seems really confused so I go further.

"You have already done exactly what I am talking about, without my even asking. When you wore your uniform home. You even made sure it was your WHITE, AWAY uniform because you knew how much I love that from our stroke sessions. You did that for me, even though you knew that you would be at least a little bit uncomfortable. But you did it. For me. You knew I would get off on it, but you also knew at least in some little way that YOU would also get off on it. You would get off on me worshiping your body, dying to touch you. You knew that, didn't you? Remember, you can admit that, you are protected by the rules now."

He is blushing a bright red right now on his cheeks and his forehead both nearly glowing red. "Yah, dude. Shit, I admit it. I knew you would get off on it, I knew you would like the white uniform better than the red because of how much you complimented my compression gear. I did it on purpose, and, now that I am being honest, I was hard nearly the entire walk back to the dorm knowing that you would get off on it and that we would both be shooting huge loads shortly. While I am at it, I planned the striptease too," Kyle says this and it is almost like he just dropped a thousand-pound weight from his chest.

"Well you were so right, you crushed one of my huge fantasies, at least partly with that show that you put on, and I can't thank you enough for that. So that is what I am talking about... but Kyle... I am also talking about..." and I slide forward and I place my hand on his thigh. I thought he would jump, but he doesn't. He just looks me deep in the eye. When he doesn't pull away, when he doesn't freak out, I figure I have to rip this bandaid off and be very clear about what I am proposing.

"Kyle, what I am saying is, for me to stay quiet on this and respect your decisions, I'm going to need a trade. I want to be able to worship your hot body. I want to be able to touch you, wherever and whenever I want, inside the 609." His gaze leaves my eyes and travels down to the floor and his body seems to close off a bit.

"Look, I'll be following all of the rules of our agreement, but I know this will make you uncomfortable. I am sorry for that. But, I think I deserve something in return. I do promise though to always respect you. At any time you can back out of our agreement." The entire time I am saying this I leave my hand on his thigh and his face grows much more stern, somber as he looks up and straight ahead, and not at me, but past me.

The silence is killing me here, as he could easily pull back and deck me at any movement... but in doing so, he would also seal his fate. I can see he is getting mad so I feel like I have to temper this a bit.

"Kyle, I will never do anything without your permission. Gaining your permission at every step of the way is paramount to me. I would never, and could never rape you. That is not what this is about. For over a month, you have pointed out how much I want to be touching you, that you know it is killing me to not be able to touch you, well you are right. I'm saying the cost of this arrangement, what you will have to allow me to do is - to touch you. With your permission though, I get to touch you anywhere. But I promise you this, I will always gain your permission. If we are both being honest, I think we could both end up enjoying this, at least to a certain extent. Besides, it's a fairly good deal for you. The worst that can happen is you get the oogies and at best you get some mind shattering orgasms."

For the first time in the last 5 extremely uncomfortable minutes he smiles and then giggles. "The oogies? Really? The oogies?" We then crack up laughing together. Finally, Kyle leans into me and places his hand over mine on his thigh.

"Sean, I agree to this as I have to get through college somehow and I just don't have the skills to do it without the help I am getting. But I am also agreeing to this because you are my friend and above all, I know I can trust you. As I feel your hand on my thigh, and my hand on top of yours... and being completely honest with you, as I have promised - I don't feel even the slightest bit of an oogie. In fact, I am getting hard." As he says this he leans back in his chair and almost tips over and I grab him by the legs to keep him on the floor.

"So, with your permission I would like to start our first session, but only with your permission," I say to him as I am leaning in very close with both of my hands firmly on his thighs. As he ponders this, I lift my hands and slide them under his waistband, between the shorts and his compression underwear.

"OK. You have my permission, but if I say stop or slow down, you have to... OK?" Kyle says perhaps in the most vulnerable voice I have ever heard from him.

"Great! Fuck, you feel so good, my friend." I say as I move my hands further up into his pants, over his tight-as-skin compression shorts and under his baggy shorts as he just closes his eyes. I ask him to stand up so that I can remove some of his clothes.

"So can I remove your clothes? Or is that too far right now?" I purposely phrased it that way because we are going far beyond removing his clothes, though maybe not today... but I will be swallowing his load today. That is on my vision board for today, yes ma'am.

"Yes, you can," he says as he stands up and his calves push back his office chair. "But I have to tell you dude, this is really weird for me, but I owe you this so go ahead." He says this and lifts his hands above his head as I move my hands under his t-shirt and slide up his abdomen, lifting off his shirt. Taking it off him, I fold it perfectly and place it onto his desk. I then reach back over to him and slide my hands into his shorts, this time from the top and not up through the legs. I slide my hands back over his perfect ass, and feeling that for the first time, I can barely contain myself. Fuck, his ass is just as strong, solid and meaty as I expected, but somehow even better because I was touching it... and it was him.

His baggy shorts fall to the floor and one by one he steps out of them, and like I did with his t-shirt, I fold and place his shorts on top of his desk. I push him back onto his bed and I get down onto my knees and I slowly start to remove his socks, first with his right foot. Taking his foot into my hand I reach back and peel off his footie, exposing his manly foot. Since he showered after practice, it smells perfectly clean with just a slight whiff of clean sweat... Just as I planned :) I repeat the effort on his left foot and this one seems a bit more ticklish than the last. I have to fight back the urge to make him squirm a bit; that will come soon.

Sitting on his bed, I now run my hands up his legs and onto his compression shorts which now showcase a very nice and extremely hard cock that is screaming for release. I slide my hands up slowly and then on top of his cock and give it a squeeze. Fuck, this is even hotter than I thought it would be! I am finally touching his prized dick!

"Whoa dude, look. Maybe that is far enough for our first session, this is really weird for me," he says to me. As he tries to stand up, I grab his arm and pull him up into a full standing position, reminding him how much shorter he is than me. I stay very close to him, closer than at any time before. Our eyes meet, and wow. The eye contact is intense.

Wow this is uncomfortable, seriously? This is barely further along than I got with him in his uniform. I reach down and slowly take a hold of his encased rock-hard cock and just leave my hand there. "Kyle, your cock is really hard right now, don't you think I deserve a bit more time with it?"

He capitulates and lies back down on his bed, this time propping himself up on his pillows and lifting his legs onto the bed, lying fully down.

I take this time to take off my clothes. Returning his favor from before, I provide a short striptease show for him. Unlike him, however, I remove every stitch of clothing and I watch as his eyes lock onto my hard and flopping cock as it jumps free from my boxer briefs that had already started to form a wet spot from the amount of leaking I have done thus far.

Fully naked I join him on his bed by sitting down right beside him and I start to massage his legs. I purposefully don't remove or ask him to remove his compression shorts. I don't want him to feel panicked, and I want to continue to earn his trust. So I take to massaging his legs - his muscles are tight and there are several severe bruises that I make sure to take gentle care of and not go too hard or intense on him. I move my way down to his feet - he warned me before that he is ticklish, so I am careful not to trigger that effect on him; again I want to be careful here and help him lower his defenses. His feet are warmer than I expected, and I massage the tops of his feet and feel his tense muscles.

"You are really tense, let me give you a massage, roll over." He quickly rolls over; I think he wants me to get away from his cock, or maybe he just doesn't want to be looking at me while I worship his body. He moves his pillow to the side of the bed and lies down perfectly centered in his bed. I climb up onto the bed, with my hard cock bouncing a bit as I straddle his ass and lightly sit down on him, protected by his compression shorts. I reach down and start to massage his shoulders; he is so tensed up and my goal is to get him to relax... and I think it may take a while, so I hope I am up for it. I feel how tight he is, especially right under his shoulder blades, he is hard as a rock there. So not really even thinking about me, I lean down and my leaking cock makes contact with his lower back leaving a bit of a snail trail as I commence with some deep tissue massage by using my elbow in the hard rocks that seem to compose the majority of his upper back.

For the first time, he moans. I'm going to need more of those. I keep working on his back and then I tell him to hold on. I get up and pop into my closet area where I have a box that I never unpacked; I am fairly sure I have some oil in there. Yes! Score! Baby oil. Not the best, but better than dry skin on skin. I pour some into my hands to warm it up and hop back into position over my roommate. My toy. My prey.

I place the bottle of baby oil right in my crotch in hopes I can warm it up a bit while I get back to work, and things feel much better as I massage this hunk of a man. He feels so good beneath me. My hands are already starting to ache a bit, but I will be damned if I am going to give this up. I have a goal tonight and I won't miss that goal. If I am going to get to experience this man, then I have to move the comfort levels tonight. He has to enjoy my hands on him; if nothing else, he at least has to move beyond his fear of them if this is going to work... if I am going to get payment for my silence.

I dig in extra hard on his back and apply some more oil. He is loosening up, I can feel it. I work down lower on this back and keep kneading him and I can feel his muscles easing up. I keep it going. I return up to his shoulders, and, having to reach a bit, my cock lays flat on the small of his back. This time, there is oil on his back and my cock notices. But it is NOT my cock's turn. Not yet, not tonight at least.

Grabbing his left shoulder and working my way down his arm, I notice for the first time he releases his clenched fists. Progress, right? I work my way down his arm and apply some more oil to him. I keep massaging and make my way to his hand. For some reason as I take hold of his hand and massage it, it feels more intimate than anything I have done this far. Holding his hand and massaging it like I am sends this shockwave through me that shoots right to my dick. Wow, that is wild and surprising. I place his hand down and it comes to rest on my knee and he leaves it there. I then reach up and begin the same process on his right shoulder and down onto his arm.

The same thing happens as I massage this hand - that intimacy, that closeness! - and I can feel his entire body relax a bit; this is certainly a good sign. As I lay his hand down this one comes to rest on my right knee and he leaves it there. Again, that intimacy is a welcome change.

I return to his back and make my way down to the small of his back. I notice a bit of the baby oil has dripped onto his compression shorts... or, shit, it could be my pre-cum. Who knows?

I stand up and say, "Look, I don't want to get this oil on your compression shorts or on your sheets. Stand up really quick and take off your shorts so I can finish your back and then your legs and let me grab a blanket to protect your sheets."

He does this willingly, almost as if he is in a trance, but this time he doesn't seem angry, just perhaps a bit distant. I toss up the blanket to cover his bedding, as I return my attention to him to see he is peeling down his compression shorts. I don't get to get a good look at his cock, but I can tell that it is fluffed up, though maybe not completely hard. Again, that is a success.

He lies back down on the bed and I resume my position, only this time, I am straddling his bare ass. My ass. Touching his ass. Sitting on his ass. I return my focus to massaging his lower back. It is tight, for sure, but I can literally feel it loosening up as my fingers continue their work, kneading, pushing. I get lower and have now passed below where the waistband sat on his shorts, so I am nearing his perfectly muscled ass. This is my first bare flesh feeling of his ass and damn it feels good.

I scoot down lower, giving my hands more room and exposing his ass to me completely... but as I do so, my cock inadvertently lands right at the bottom of the crack of his ass. Right below it is that perfect rosebud that I got to see during his striptease. I have to keep my focus. I will get a taste of that ass, but not tonight. Not yet.

I pour some oil on his ass and it slides between his perfect globes; he giggles a bit and says, "Wow, that tickles," and I use this time, not really even thinking, but I bring my hand right in between his cheeks to help clean up that oil. Fuck, that feels good. Damn his ass is perfection.

I take that extra oil and start to massage his glutes. He moans again. I can tell his right cheek is a bit more tense and needs some extra work so I lean in and use my elbow, again trying to work out that knot that must be uncomfortable for him. I keep working his ass, perhaps a bit more than I needed to.

"Damn Sean, you are good at this. Thank you," Kyle says to me in this warm way that surprised me. Here I was nearly breaking a sweat working my ass off on this massage, and finally getting my hands on this hot flesh and here he is... thanking me.

"I just want you to feel good Kyle, your body really gets beat up on that field."

"You have no idea, roomie!"

I work past that perfect cleft. That space where the glute turns into his upper leg. That is such a sexy spot on a guy. Yah, I guess I am weird, but seriously that is sexy. What other guy gets to be this close, this intimate with one of the hot stars of the football team? Well I am sure some do, but I am one of them now. Fuck yah.

I keep massaging down his legs, and in doing so my cock falls right onto his left foot. Fuck, he has gotten further with me already than I have gotten with him. Huh. I can tell when he realizes that is my cock and balls on his foot, he tenses for a quick second and then relaxes. I work down his other leg and I can tell he is basically putty in my hands now. My fingers are extremely sore now, but I want another crack at his ass again.