Kid Robot

"Well, okay then, uhm," Reed said as he did the two step with a fellow college student, Theo, trying to step around each other. They finally worked their way around each other. Reed moved to his seat at the cafeteria table amongst his friends. Theo looked back awkwardly as if trying to balance himself between a step forward and a set back.

"Sorry about that, but you make a great dance partner," Reed joked.

Theo emitted this robotic, beep sound and paused for another moment as if he were recording something.

"Don't worry about it, the drinks are on me. Did you want to sit down?"

Reed looked him in the eyes. And he appreciated what he saw, slim but with a thin layer of baby fat, delicate features. Theo stepped to sit down but then looked around at the others, his friends. And for a moment he remembered what it was like to be in the first grade and it was enough to go up and just say you like somebody and can we be friends, and he had done that, and they all laughed about him after. The function between his memory and his need broke, he turned on his feet and scurried away.

"That kid is so weird," Jane said, "he's in my feminism studies class and he doesn't get it. He keeps writing these papers comparing feminism to sci-fi books. I mean yeah they're women but it's weird that it's all he talks about. He probably has a collection of toys in his room."

"That's not very p.c."

"Oh and when did you become so politically correct?"

"He could have some kind of disorder."

"He's weird, like a robot weird."

"Besides it's not pc it's just good manners."

And that was what he believed as he sat quietly to finish his meal, just good manners. He just wished he had done something differently. He wished he had been more welcoming. He wanted that other young man to be sitting across from him. He had that ability all of his life to rope in friends, especially when he was young and it was enough to just say hello.

So when he spotted the same boy going to the center of campus as he left the cafeteria he decided to follow him to the small theater classroom. He noted the paper outside advertising a showing of some art house movie. He stepped inside, looked over the empty seats and spotted the boy amongst the seven other students sporadically placed in the audience. He swallowed his pride and walked to where the boy sat, leaned to him and extended his hand.

"I'm Reed," he said.

"I'm Theo."

The other boy offered a soft hand with a limp wrist and he did his best to shake it.  Then he sat down next to him.

"I'm sorry about what happened at the cafeteria. You could have sat down. I wanted you to sit down."

"I know, it's just everyone else, there was no elbow room."

Reed laughed a little because the boy could have sat between two fat men on an airplane and they'd only notice if he got up to use the bathroom.  But he shrugged it off quickly as he didn't want to seem to be laughing at him.

"Well, here I'll give you plenty of elbow room," he said.

"Thanks," Theo replied, and they touched their forearms together along the common arm rest.

After the movie Theo felt like he had to hold on to this new, potential friend and so he started to ask him about the movie and eventually Theo explained all of it by the time they got back to Theo's dorm room. Reed motioned as if he was about to leave.

"I don't have a roommate if you want to come inside," Theo said, "I have some pop." His voice crackled with fear and excitement.

"Okay," Reed said.

Theo unlocked his door and Reed followed him inside. He was surprised to see everything was neat and put away, everything was clean. He had a small refrigerator and a microwave along with a pot for boiling water. But there was only the desk chair and the bed to sit.

"Do you want the bed or the chair?"

"It doesn't matter to me."

"It doesn't matter to me neither," Theo said.

"Well, there will be more elbow room on the chair so," Reed replied.

And so they sat.  Theo looked to Reed and Reed looked to Theo.  They felt this connection, this interest in each other, and yet as they sat there a few feet apart it felt as if they had dragged the whole world into that bedroom.  What would parents think?  What would friends think?  Should they just try to be friends or give in to something and take a risk?

"Do you want something from the mini-fridge?  I have bottled water."

"I like you," Reed said.

And there it was again that beep sound.  Reed stopped himself from any reaction even if he found it cute there would be no way to gauge how Theo would react to his amusement, so he tried to keep focus.  And yet, he looked around the room and he felt a hundred eyes of action figures on him, even as Theo got a bottle of water from the fridge.

"I like you too," Theo finally replied.

"Have you ever, I mean do you want to, you know, do something," Reed asked.

"Only if you do," Theo said.

"I do," Reed said, "so put down that bottle of water and come over here and sit next to me on the bed."

Theo moved to the bed and sat next to his new acquaintance.  He could smell Reed's cologne and Reed could smell his shampoo.  They slowly leaned into each other, their faces slowly came together like a space ship docking at a space station.  Reed put one hand on Theo's side who responded by taking hold of Reed's shoulder.  They grabbed at each other, kissed at each other, lips pressed against each other, tongues touched.  For a moment Reed thought he would have to be the aggressive one until he felt Theo push back and force himself into his mouth.  But when Reed grabbed at Theo's butt he was stopped and pushed away a little.

"There's something you have to know," Theo said as they nibbled on each other's lips, "If this is going to get physical, well, I'm a virgin."

"Okay," Reed replied.

"Really?"

"Yeah, whatever, I'm trying to keep the vibe going.  I'm really into you, don't worry about it."

"Okay," Theo said before he pushed himself against the other young man until he was on top of him.  He kissed down his neck, pulled open his jeans, and grabbed hold of Reed's dick.  He felt it through his boxers.  Reed pulled him farther onto the bed, rolled him onto his back, then made his way down, pulled off Theo's jeans and there it was, but he didn't think about it much as he kissed his way back up and maneuvered himself over him, a loose strand of his bangs hung down over his eyes.

"There's something else," Theo said.

"What is that?"

"I'm strictly a top," he said, "it's uncomfortable for me to take it."

"I don't normally, but I guess, I mean, have you done it before, do you know how to, and with the, are you sure about this?"

"The condoms and lubricant are in my bedside stand, strip down on get on the bed, all fours," Theo said.

"Okay," Reed replied.

The new feeling of authority, of Theo taking control gave Reed an extra tingle in his dick so he stood and stripped off his clothes as the other man moved to the bedside table and opened the drawer.  Reed got onto the bed, completely naked, and looked over his shoulder to see Theo take off his shirt and drop his briefs.  And he saw the biggest dick he'd ever seen in his life right there.

"I don't know if I can take that," he said before he had really thought about it.

"I'll be gentle," Theo replied.

And he moved to where he was on all fours, took hold of Reed's dick and pulled it back between his thighs before moving in to kiss this stranger's ass, right between the cheeks and right at the hole, a little kiss before he licked at it with his tongue.  Slowly he stroked himself as he continued to rim that hole until it opened for him a little, and then he began to play at it with his fingers, coaxing from it that soft pink inside.  He kissed and licked and rubbed as Reed played with his own dick, and when Theo saw that he sucked on those balls until spit ran down the shaft, then he licked down after that spit and took his dick into his mouth, all of it went right down his throat and he gagged himself for a moment before he stopped and pulled himself away, strands of spit fell to the sheets.

"I'm gonna fuck you so deep and good," Theo said, "you'll be begging me for more."

And Reed was surprised by a slap to his ass before the other young man went back in with his tongue and he stroked both cocks as he pushed his tongue into him, felt that muscle surrender.  He got onto the bed, let his dick slide along between Reed's cheeks, then he stuck it to him, pressed against that quivering hole.  Reed pressed his face into the bed, stroked himself, and he felt the pressure of it as if he were being pricked by a needle, bigger than a needle, but it was this part of his body he normally had thought of being complete and virgin, and it was being opened.  He could feel Theo and he could feel himself, little by little he gained ground and he felt this pain build inside of him, but it was dull and subsided easily, until the pain was too much and he looked back over his shoulder.

"That's it, it's inside of you, take all for me," Theo said.

Reed felt it.  He could feel the other man's hairy nuts against his own, he could feel the hole, his hole, as if it were one band of flesh, a ring, and he could also feel the dick inside of him pushing around and poking things.  He was about to give up when he felt it, he felt that little tingle of his prostate and it was like he wet himself and felt so happy at the same time.  It was a scary feeling so he even checked the bed and his thighs but there was no urine, just that feeling of nerves branched out through his body somehow connected to that part inside of him.

"Do you like that?"

"Fuck me," Reed replied, "fuck me some more."

And he grabbed hold of him by the waist and began to the process of working himself in and out of Reed until his anus gave and his dick could slide back and forth with ease, that's when he turned it up a notch again, slow and deliberate strokes as if he were sawing wood.  Reed grabbed hold of his own dick, felt how firm it was and he began to stroke himself slowly, the sensitive head sometimes rubbed against his thighs as he toyed with it.  He felt the warmth of himself.  He felt the warmth of Theo.  And he wanted it.  He felt that bite of pain and that release of pleasure as if a pot lid had been taken off.  So he pushed back a little and that's when he felt Theo's hand at his mouth, his fingers brushed over his sensitive lips before pushing inside.  Reed felt those salty fingers on his tongue and his lips, stretched and so warm.  He felt like the pieces of his body had been separated and yet connected by long wires.  He moaned and groaned, covered in sweat, his hole open and his mind willing.  He wanted it all.  He wanted to feel everything.  And that's when it happened.  He felt his own dick give out of him, pulled like a cord on a parachute, his muscles began to spasm and he fell onto the bed.  Theo pulled out, pulled off the condom, and stroked himself to completion on Reed's back.

There he lay face down, his body twisted uncomfortably, and he felt it, his hole, his lips, the cum cooling on his back.  He started to roll over and Theo stopped him.

"We have to clean up first.  We've already made too much of a mess."

"No problem," Reed said before he pushed himself up to his feet, "actually, I should be going."

"No please, would you stick around for a while and cuddle?  I have my own shower."

They showered together, nothing serious, just two young men who liked to kiss and grope each other playfully, then they made their way to the bed.  Reed waited for Theo to pull the covers aside and they both go into it.  He pulled the covers back over both of them, flat on their backs, they stared up at the ceiling.

"You never asked me why I wear it."

"It's none of my business," Reed answered.

"Do you want to do this again?"

"Probably," Reed said.

"Well, I need to know if I should put you on my friend list, my booty call list, or not at all.  I don't have time for games."

Reed looked to his new friend, then he looked around at the toys and he thought about his friend complaining about comparing everything to sci-fi stories and for a moment he was about to say they should just be friends when he felt Theo snuggle against him, their two naked bodies interlocked, and he wanted it.

"How about boyfriend?  Do you have that as a list?"

"You will be my first," Theo answered.

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Brat in the Frat Ch 09 - Letting Go

I got everything ready for him: plastic lining for the bed, diapers,
rope, a blindfold, speculum, lubricant, butt plug, anal douche,
leather wrist and ankle cuffs, bananas, and suppositories.  I think it
was the most turned on a I had ever been while shopping, collecting all these different things that were innocuous unto themselves but collected in my room felt kind of incriminating so of course I hid them in the back of my closet.

We had initially planned it for the following week in my dorm room,
provided of course my roommate was out.  Kevin had taken to going home on the weekends, something about a girl he knew from high school and that they had started dating.  Part of me worried it was all the time I was spending with Brad, that he had turned out to be homophobic after all, or maybe he just wanted to give us our space and it was easier to go home.  His mother still did all of his laundry and Sunday night or Monday morning he’d always return with some kind of home cooked leftovers.  Maybe his mother was pressuring him to come back, I don’t know.  It didn’t matter because space and time to ourselves wase exactly what we needed, especially for what we were planning.

In some way it felt like we were planning a heist or something.  There was this kind of mischievous sense to it.  I’d subtly ask my roommate what his plans were, relay the information to Brad who said he had trouble sleeping all week because he was so excited.  It was a big disappointment when I found out on Thursday my roommate was staying for the weekend.  Brad was heartbroken and so was I a little bit.  We fooled around here and there a little bit like normal.  I really got into the idea of being with him, teasing him, getting him hard andl eaking, then denying his orgasm for as long as I could until he was begging for it.  The best I’d let him do is fuck my lubricated hands with his hard dick.

Classes and work were a chore.  There were moments we’d forget about it, watch a movie, cuddle in bed, but it was always there, this
expectation, this adventure.  So by the time two weeks later my
roommate said he was going to be gone for the weekend it felt like an early Christmas gift.  As soon as he was out the door I called Brad and told him to come over.  He finished work and got there about an hour later, after I had set up everything.  He knocked at my door.  I knew it was him, so I opened it wearing just my briefs.  He broke into a smile when he saw me and I pulled him inside by the front of his shirt and into a kiss as I closed the door behind him.  He was hard and ready so we set about doing it.  He showered and used the anal douche as I double checked everything and killed time reading over the instructions on my phone.

Minutes later, flat on his back in the standard bondage X.  Naked, his hard dick against his belly.  I put the restraints on his wrists and
on his ankles.  He was there for me and I was there for him.  He was completely at my mercy and I felt this guilt and fear that I might do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing, expect too much.  I started to sweat, that’s how nervous I was, and I kept rubbing my fingers against the palm of my hand as I bit my lips just watching him lie there.  He was willing to give himself over to me.  I kissed him briefly on his lips.

Then I lifted his knees up to his chest, used the rope to tie them to
the bed frame.  He relaxed into the feeling as I looked down to his
hairy balls, his dick, then along the path to his hole as it puckered
with his heartbeat.  I warmed the speculum with my hands, lubricated it and his hole.  I inserted it slowly and he gasped at the feeling.

I waited for him to relax and when he said he was ready I slowly
opened him.  It was an amazing feeling to have him there like that, my dick was leaking in my underwear.  I could feel it slipping around with each movement I made.

Fully aware of what I was about to do I mashed the bananas and
carefully inserted them a little bit at a time into his hole.  He
giggled and squirmed a little at the feeling but urged me to keep
going until he was fully loaded, then I closed the speculum and
removed it.  I kissed him again on the lips before inserting the
suppositories.  He grunted at the feeling and I told him the butt plug
was next.  He took a deep breath and asked me to insert it into him so I lubricated it and slid into him slowly.  He took it to the base more easily that he usually took anything before so I figured his anus had to be relaxed.  I took the diaper and set it under him.
Putting the oil and powder on his buttocks and over his crotch had
become a familiar routine but it still felt special as I did it.  I closed the diaper and kissed him one more time before getting up and releasing the ropes holding his knees.  He lowered his legs and moaned at the feeling of the plug in his butt.

“Are you ready for this?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said through dry lips.

I reused the rope, tied it to the cuffs on his wrists and his ankles
so that he couldn’t get out of bed very easily, not without my help.
He was powerless there on my bed and I saw him wince and bite at his lip as he said he felt it inside him.  He pulled at the restraints
just to feel them.

“I can feel it,” he said, “it’s doing it’s job.”

I sat next to him, put a comforting hand on his tummy.  He groaned and whined, pulled at his restraints again.  There he was, my boyfriend, tied down and unable to help himself just as he wanted to be.  I could see he had begun to sweat.

“Would you play with my dick?” he begged.

“Really?”

“Yes, I want to, you know, piss myself, but I can’t with my dick hard.”

I slipped my hand into his diaper and felt the ejaculate from his
erect cock, slid my fingers down and gripped the base.  I stroked him slowly, tickled his balls.  He whimpered in pain and pleasure so I kept at it until he bucked against my hand.  I smiled to him as I felt
his dick search out any kind of sensation, just enough to get him to
an orgasm and he smiled back knowing I was teasing him.  It didn’t
take long for him to reach it and I felt his warm ejaculate cover my
hand and the inside of his diaper.

But the orgasm was a double edged sword because he said now he could feel the pain in his intestines and the feeling of the plug in his hole more.  I moved close to him, rubbed at my still erect dick in my briefs.  And the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes turned into over an hour as I sat there edging myself as he lay beside me.

“Maybe we should try something else,” I said.

“No, I can feel it.  It hurts really bad.  I mean I really, really
have to go but it’s like my will has become so focused that it shut
down that part of my body.  It’s like it’s stuck.  It’s like someone
turned the spigot and nothing works.”

There was one last thing to help him get over that fear of truly
letting go.  I pulled out the blindfold and put it over his eyes and
lay beside him, my head in his arm pit I put my left hand on his chest and slowly began to pet him.

Finally it happened, a little fart that turned into more.  He let out
a sigh of relief and I looked to the front of his diaper that began to
swell.  I smiled at the reality of it.  Here he was a jock boy, my
boyfriend, my submissive, my dare I say it slave, and he was finally
so relaxed that he lost all control.  I looked to his face where I saw
the biggest grin.  He knew he had done it.  He knew he had lost
control.  I got to my knees beside him, leaned down and gave him a
kiss before sitting back and looking over his body one more time.  He was mine, all mine, I thought, and I am his, all his.

Brat in the Frat Ch 07 - Ticklish

For the next couple of days, weeks really, we were inseparable, well nearly, I mean we had class and stuff but we even started doing homework, reading books and writing essays in each other’s rooms.  The most difficult part was that we almost always ended up making out, and sometimes more.  The most awkward being when Kevin walked in on Brad giving me head.  He shrieked and jumped back, slammed the door with such force that we looked at each other in concern.

“Should I stop?” he asked.

I just pulled him back onto my dick and picked up my phone.  I sent a text to Kevin to apologize and he replied that he’d give us ten minutes to finish but that he needed to sleep.  After that we only used my room when I knew for sure Kevin wouldn’t be home for hours and we used his room the other times.  The partying was over.  The diaper was forgotten.  And we did the things boyfriends do, well try to do, if permitted.  There was one gay bar in town and an open minded coffee shop so we spent a lot of time at those places holding hands when we could and kissing briefly if no one was looking.

I thought the worst was Thanksgiving break.  We went to our separate homes but we texted and called each other all of the time.  The first day back on campus we fucked like rabbits in his room, twice.  We got so comfortable with each other, especially in our bedrooms.  We thought nothing of touching each other, holding a hand, leaning against each other.  Even in my bedroom we leaned against each other reading, one time when Kevin walked into the room.  He sighed with relief.

“You guys make a cute couple but I’m glad you’re keeping it in your pants,” he said.  “I don’t have anything against gay sex.  Sex is sex, but still...”

We just looked to each other and smiled because minutes before we had blown each other and just pulled on our pants because I knew Kevin would be back soon.  He had no idea, at least he pretended he didn’t and went about his business of collecting some books before heading out.  We waited until he left the room before breaking into laughter and grabbing at each other again.

Our bond had gotten so strong that it wasn’t a surprise when Brad told me he wanted to go out on a real date before Christmas break, you know eat at a fancy restaurant, well the one we could afford and wouldn’t get too weirded out by having two dudes sitting across a table from each other.  The whole thing was kind of surreal.  And we had to be cautious about any public displays of affection.  

Honestly, I kept looking over my shoulder as we walked back and forth from the car to the movie theater and the restaurant.  It felt like I was fighting a magnetic force but it was nice, especially sitting across from each other.  It was the date I had always imagined.  We joked and made small talk with an ease that comes from being comfortable with each other, not worrying that we might say the wrong thing.  But there was one moment when he opened his mouth as if he had something to say but paused so I just shrugged it off.  It was all so romantic and by the time we got back to campus I couldn’t resist anymore, he couldn’t resist anymore, and we started kissing in the parking lot.  I was hard and groping him with almost full intention of fucking right there when he pulled away.

“Wait,” he said, “there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What?”

“It’s embarrassing,” he replied.

“You can tell me anything.”

I looked into his eyes and at his face searching for some clue, wanting him to look back at me and give me his cute half smile before confessing something stupid.  But when he didn’t I started to get worried.  Was it an STD?  Was it another guy?  I could deal with that if, and only if tonight had been some kind of ceremonial proposal for monogamy.

“Let’s go down to the beach,” he said breaking the silence.

We looked around.  There were a few people but no one nearby so we got out.  I adjusted my clothes to hide my erection.  He looked like he was doing the same.  I followed after him to the beginning of the trail.  It was dark and no one was around so I caught up with him and took his hand.  We walked together along the well trodden path.

Down on the beach there was a kind of quiet, pleasant, darkness that I figured so few people ever enjoyed anymore.  We held hands as we sat next to each other talking in hushed tones about our past, our present, and even glimmers of our future, not just our own goals but together, like as a couple.

After we had talked out everything, mapped out our lives and there was only silence between us I got up to my feet and said I had to go pee.  I walked away a few feet to a rock, unzipped, and released myself.  We both heard it hit the sand and we laughed.

“How can you do that?  Just whip it out and pee over there?”

“You ran around in a diaper at a Halloween party.  You change all of the time in the locker room.  And you have nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“A locker room is a locker room, and the party, well I had to have a few drinks, but just being so casual about it all.  I just feel like I have to be strong all of the time and in control.  It’s like I don’t want to be a fool, you know.  Like your little speedo, I could never do that.”

I got behind him, sat with my chest against his back, and wrapped my arms around his sides to his chest.  He relaxed into me and I realized this is what I had always feared, being affectionate to another man in public.  I had always worried about what people would think.  Would they berate me?  Would they attack me?  Could I defend myself?  Would my truth spread like some kind of virus and somehow I would lose my job and all possible future career?  It didn’t matter with him.  It didn’t right then as we sat there in the darkness.

My hands drifted to his sides and I felt the hem of his shirt so I lifted it a little and felt his skin.  I reached around to his chest where I felt his pectoral muscles and down to his abs that had definition even as he sat there.  I wouldn’t want him to feel me in the same position, my meager, soft belly.  I started to move lower and he stopped me with a hand over mine.  He turned back to me and I leaned up to kiss him briefly before laying my head against his shoulder.

“There’s something I need to tell you,” he said.

“What is it?”

“I’m... I’m wearing a diaper.”

I lifted my head at the answer.  I didn’t feel revulsion but this kind of curiousness, this kind of confusion.  Why would he wear a diaper?  Was it one of the extra ones?  Why on a date?  Why now?  Did I introduce him to something?

“I know it sounds crazy but it’s true.”

He started to pull away but I held onto him.  I didn’t want space now.  I didn’t want to be separated from him.  I didn’t want him to feel rejected by me.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.  It’s kind of like this fun secret I have.”

“Do you think I’m weird?”

“No, but like, is this a regular thing?”

“I just did it a few times after the party.  I was bored one night and I remembered the diapers in the closet so I just put one on to see what it would feel like and it was kind of fun.  I’ve even slept in them.  The first time I woke up in it there was this kind of shock but also this kind of fun, different feeling.  I don’t know how to explain it.  It was like the first time you wake up with morning wood and you kind of laugh to yourself.”

“And you’re wearing one tonight?  What’s it like?”

“Do you know how sometimes you wake up and you don’t feel like yourself but then you get dressed and you put on your shoes and maybe a watch and a necklace or something and you feel more confident.  It’s weird but that’s how I feel.  I know I shouldn’t.  I know I should be embarrassed but it’s like that.”

He started to pull away again but I held onto him tightly and pulled him back into me.  I wrapped my arms around him, kissed at his neck a little.  I wanted him to know I wasn’t going anywhere and that he could trust me.  I wanted him to feel as safe as I did with him.  And finally, finally after I held him for long enough he relaxed.

“Are you okay with it?  Are you okay with dating a guy who, you know, wears a diaper?  I’d understand if you thought I was some kind of freak or something.”

“I don’t think you’re a freak at all.  I get it, well, I think I do.  Like you said it’s your secret, but I know it would be embarrassing for others to find out.”

“Thank you,” he said.

I felt his fingers interlace with my own.  We sat together for a long time.

“Thank you for sharing with me,” I said.

“I don’t know if I had a choice with us being boyfriends and all,” he replied.

“So is it official then?  Does tonight’s date, you know, make us like a couple?”

“I thought this last few weeks made it like a thing, but yeah, I’m going to update my social media as soon as we get home.”

“Me too,” I said.

We both laughed.  And then I felt him squirm a little.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee,” he answered.

“You’re wearing a diaper so just do it,” I said.

“Not here, not in my jeans,” he said.  “It’ll make a mess.”

“Then let’s get you out of your jeans,” I replied.

“We’re on a public beach,” he said.

“At college, we’re college students and this is the college’s beach.  Old men sun bathe nude here during the day when most of us are in classes.  People skinny dip here all of the time.”

“Not me, not that, not now,” he said.

And I realized he had his own fears about public embarrassment.  So I held him close and tried to measure time.  How much longer could we sit here?  Somewhere, somehow, my exploration of his body had turned to something else and I grabbed at his sides, forced my hands up to his arm pits where I tickled his sensitive skin.  He squealed and laughed so I kept at him.  He jerked about in my hands but he was at my mercy.

“Oh god,” he said.

And I stopped.  At first I didn’t know what happened, but then I smelled it, urine.  He was pissing himself.  “Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he said as I continued to hold him.  He tightened in my arms as he tried to will his sphincter to close and for it to stop but he couldn’t.  I tightened my own eyes sympathetically as I knew just how painful it was to try such a thing and how impossible it felt once it was going.

“Now what?” he asked.

We walked the mile and a half trail back to campus to the parking lot and made sure no one was around before we stepped out into the light.  I looked back to him when he stopped and tried to evaluate the situation.  He held out his arms in frustration.  I could tell there was a slight bulge in his crotch but I couldn’t see any wet spots from where it leaked.

“What do we do now?”

“I’d say we go back to my room but you don’t have any more diapers there.”

“Sh, don’t be so loud,” he replied.

I stood and looked around the parking lot.  There was no one else around.  I looked to his face that had turned red and I saw the way he wobbled on his feet unsure if he should run home or retreat back to the darkness.  Fuck it, I thought to myself, and I grabbed his hand and we started to run.  When we passed people we started to laugh and by the time we made it back to his frat house we were out of breath.  We pushed open the front door and dashed to his room.  No one saw.  He ran in first and I slammed the door shut with my back to it.  I turned the lock.  We looked at each other and broke into more laughter and that’s when we heard someone pound on the wall between the rooms and shout for us to keep it down.  We both lowered our volume but continued to laugh as I made my way to the bed where we fell onto it and tickled at each other for a few minutes before kissing and groping at each other a little.  But when I got to his jeans, to his diaper, I stopped, and pushed him away.

“What?” he asked.

“I think we need to get you cleaned up,” I said.

“We?”

“Can I do the honors?”

“I don’t know.  I guess.  I mean you did the first time.”

I went over to his closet and he told me where to find the new diapers he had bought.  They were buried under old gym clothes: shorts, t-shirts, and jockstraps.  I pulled one from pack and moved back over to the bed and held it up.

“Wait, you need the powder and oil,” he said.

“What was I thinking?” I replied sarcastically.

He pointed to his desk drawer where I found the supplies needed.  He pushed himself further up on the bed, raised his knees.  I noticed he had his shoes on the bed and I admonished him for that.  He giggled a little and kicked them off before putting his feet back on the bed.  I moved in front of him, set down the supplies, then reached for his belt.  I pulled off his jeans and looked to the diaper.  Slow and deliberate I opened it unsure if some urine would leak out or what exactly would happen.  I was half surprised to see his hard dick just laying there amongst his pubic hair. 


“Be careful or I might pee again, this time on you,” he said.

“You do and you’re getting a spanking,” I replied.

I wiped his dick and balls with a disposable wipe then dried it with a nearby towel he used for the shower. I pulled the diaper out from under him.  He spread his knees.  His hard dick was right there and I couldn’t help myself.  I had wanted him all night and there it was.  I grabbed hold of it and bent down, kissed the head at first before pulling back his foreskin and taking his dick into my mouth.  Squishy but resilient I sucked at him until spit leaked down from my lips to his balls that I pinched between my fingers.  He squirmed and moaned, pushed himself up the bed some more so that I could get onto it.    

We needed one moment to pause, I thought, so I pulled off and went to his nightstand where I retrieved the condoms and lubricant that I tossed onto the bed.  He pulled off his shirt and I made quick work of stripping out of my clothes.  I got onto the bed on my knees and moved between his feet.

“Get those feet up,” I said.

He rolled back into a ball and presented his asshole to me.  His hands under his knees, his balls and dick aimed at his own face.  I slapped at his butt and told him to hold his feet higher as I pulled out the condom.  I watched him struggle a little and we laughed as I rolled the condom down over my dick.  I squirted some lubricant on my dick and his hole, rubbed at each of them.  He started to relax and complain that he couldn’t breath but I slapped his ass again and moved in, took hold of his legs and stuck my dick against his hole.  In one slow but consistent motion he took it all of the way to the balls and I felt him grip at me.  He looked into my eyes.

“You’re becoming a natural at this,” I said.

“Only for you,” he replied.

I moved in for a quick kiss before I began to fuck him.  My balls slapped at his skin, he grabbed at my shoulders and I grabbed at his chest muscles.  He relaxed and I went at him with more enthusiasm until we could hear the frame knocking against the wall so he motioned for me to stop and roll onto my back.  I moved as he said and he got up to his feet, stepped over me, then lowered himself onto my dick facing me.  He wanted me and I wanted him.  

We felt complete and tonight he had trusted me with his secret, his new kink that I had accidentally introduced him to.  He grabbed at my face, pulled at my burning ears and I grabbed at his hips.  We moved together like few other times in my life and he began to moan and scream a little so I tapped him to stop and he did.  I motioned for him to get on all fours and when he did I got up behind him but this time I picked up the pillow and told him to bite down on it as I thrust into him.  It didn’t take much more before be both climaxed at nearly the same time.  We fell onto the bed, sweaty and exhausted.  I felt as if our flesh had been melted together as we looked up to the ceiling together and caught our breath.

Brat in the Frat Ch 03 - Saturday Friend

The next morning Peter awoke to the sound of the door closing to his room. For a moment he thought he was alone until he felt motion behind and he turned to see Kevin there with his back to him and he realized he felt like he wasn't wearing much clothing. He reached down and felt his briefs, then lifted his covers to look over at Kevin who was in his boxers. Kevin stirred and rolled to face him.

"How drunk were we?" Peter asked.

"We barely made it back. Eric took my bed and we doubled up."

"Did we? I mean did I, you know."

"It's all good. You could barely move after you stripped out of your clothes and got into bed. Is Eric still here?"

"I think he just left. Aren't you worried about, you know, him thinking you're gay?"

"Fuck it," Kevin replied before rolling onto his back and making himself comfortable.

Peter did the same. They stared at the ceiling each feeling a bit sick and sleepy but not able to sleep and not hungry enough to get out of bed.

"So like, do you have a boyfriend now?" Kevin asked.

"What, no, I mean why. Are you interested?"

"No, it's just last night, you went to look for someone. I thought it would be the guy from the night of the pool party. He was cute."

"No, well, yeah, I mean different guy but we sort of met in the locker room. It's kind of a weird story. I don't know what to expect."

"Do you date?"

"Not really, I guess I've never been on like a proper date. In high school I went out with this guy for a while. We'd go places together but it never exactly felt romantic. We didn't hold hands and we didn't kiss. It was kind of like being with a friend, then we went back to his place and did it."

"I guess that's why gay guys hook up so much easier. It's difficult to date so it's just like, well we know what we want and what we're not going to get, you know, like a long term relationship."

"Gay guys are in relationships."

"That's not what I meant. I just mean it's different than when a man and woman date or hook up, there is like a social pressure to get to know each other and see if it will work. I guess the risk of pregnancy and all, then there's the whole pay and job thing with inequality so a woman might want to get ahead or at least start a family or something. With guys, most guys, they have a job and good pay so it's like fuck it let's just have sex. Is it like that with you?"

Peter looked to Kevin then back to the ceiling. It was partially true, two guys in two weeks and they barely had a conversation. Did either of them have relationship material? What was he looking for in a man? Did he want to make a commitment? He looked over to Kevin who seemed to have fallen asleep so decided to keep thinking it over as he rolled onto his side and closed his eyes.

Two hours later he awoke to the feeling of Kevin's hand and foot touching him, he slid away and got to his feet, looked back to his roommate who was still asleep. He decided he would get breakfast so he pulled on a new shirt and his shorts from the floor. It felt weird walking away from his room. He didn't know if it was the hangover or the threat of ruining and emotional connection, the emotional connection of two guys sharing a bed. It was the first time he had ever awoken with someone, a guy, in his bed. He smirked to himself as he made his way across campus to the store.

There he bought two muffins, two bananas, two smoothies, and two coffees. He headed back feeling rejuvenated. There was barely anyone else around. He got back to his room and pushed his way inside only to find Kevin awake still on his bed with a phone in hand.

"You got your phone but your still on my bed?"

"I peed too. And your bed was a mess. My bed is still made."

"Okay, well I got breakfast."

"Oh thanks, I'm starving, come on take a seat."

"I'm not getting undressed to get back in bed with you."

"What? No, just come on and take a seat."

Peter slid off his shoes and got onto the bed. He placed the food in front of themselves. Kevin grabbed a banana. Peter immediately thought of making a bad dick joke but stopped himself. He didn't want to ruin the moment of being in bed with someone, a guy, a friend.

An hour later Kevin had moved to his own bed to stretch out, a half eaten banana in his hand he groaned in frustration. Peter sat in his own bed reading a book for class.

"What's wrong?" Peter asked.

"I think I drank too much. I know I drank too much."

Peter looked over to his roommate then back to his book. He still felt a little sick but not nearly as bad as Kevin seemed to feel. He wasn't sure if the guy was truly worse off or just complained more. It didn't matter, Kevin was a nice guy. But he also didn't want to sit around all day and listen to him so he pulled out his phone and found Ted's number, then dialed it.

"Hello," Ted said.

"Hey uh, this is Peter. Would you want to meet up somewhere?"

"Right now? Yeah sure, my roommates all went home for the weekend so you can come over to my place, K312."

"Be right there," Peter said.

He ended the call and set about getting dressed. Kevin moaned some more.

"I'm going out. I'm not sure when I'll get back tonight."

"Good luck," Kevin replied.

Peter was out the door, a quick check to make sure he had everything he needed he remembered condoms. The store was closed and he didn't want to go off campus but if Ted had them everything would be okay. If not and they couldn't get some they'd just fool around, no penetration, he thought.

It was a quick walk from the dorms to the apartments where older undergrads lived. He found the place easily and made his way up the steps. Everything was strangely quiet, more than Ted's roommates must have gone home for the weekend. He knocked on the door, moments later Ted opened it. He was buck naked. Peter took a moment to appreciate the sight, a muscled chest and dick hung loose amongst a nest of black pubic hair, properly thick thighs.

"Hurry up before someone sees me," he said.

"You should be proud. Besides no one is around."

Just as he said that the neighbor's door opened.

"Hurry up," Ted said.

Peter darted into the apartment, brushed against Ted as he did. They closed the door and started to laugh as they walked to Ted's private room. Just inside Peter stripped out of his clothes. Ted moved to his dresser and pulled out a small leather bag.

"Do you have condoms?" Peter asked.

"I got that and more."

Ted opened the bag to reveal a trove of condoms, lubricant, and a slim dildo. He grinned to Peter whose ears and cheeks turned pink. He took off his underwear and started to stroke his dick as Ted moved to the bed with the bag. Peter moved to him, picked up the condom and tore open the package. He pinched the reservoir, rolled it down over his dick. Ted squirted some lubricant on his finger, pulled his knees to his chest and rubbed it over his hole. Peter looked between him and the dildo in the bag.

"What's the dildo for?" he asked.

"Have you ever tried it?"

"I'm strictly a top."

"It's not about top or bottom. It's about pleasure. Give it to me."

Peter picked it up, looked it over then handed it to him. Ted set it on his chest then motioned for Peter to get closer. He did. They grabbed at each other's bodies. Peter pressed against Ted's hole, slid inside easily but moved slowly. Ted grabbed at his arms, grabbed at his chest. Peter pinched the other young man's nipples, then went down to kiss at them and suck on them. He slid out, slid back inside. Ted's anus gripped and pulled at him, deep and warm. He worked himself into a rhythm as Ted moaned with pleasure. They grabbed at each other.

Harder and faster, Peter's balls slapped against Ted and the bed squeaked. He kissed at Ted's chest, his neck. Ted ran his fingers up and down Peter's arms, sweat covered their bodies. Ted picked up the lubricant and dildo. He rubbed it all over then handed it to Peter.

"Here, put this in your ass," he said.

Peter gripped it, it almost slipped out of his hand. He maneuvered it back between his cheeks right to his hole. He pushed it inside slowly, pulled it back a little then back inside as far as he could. He felt multiple sensations, multiple waves of confusing stimulation. He was open and deep. He was cold and warm. Ted began to jerk himself. Peter twisted his own nipples. He felt like he was in pieces yet one part of him was all he could think about as Ted's hole tightened in a final orgasm. Ted's ejaculate shot up over his head to the wall, some of it landed on his face.
Peter felt the dildo inside of him as he continued to pump. And then it was there, a moment of bliss and pain, it was the hardest orgasm of his life.

He pulled himself from Ted and fell sideways onto the sheets. Ted picked at the ejaculate on his chest and licked it from his fingers. He let out an appreciative laugh as his feet finally touched the floor. They looked to each other as Peter pulled off the condom and tied a knot at the end of it. He dropped it on the floor. The dildo between his cheeks felt like an awkward invader. He pulled it out and got up to his feet. He opened the bedroom door, went to the bathroom and dropped it in the sink. Ted was right behind him in the same condition.

"Shower?" Ted asked.

"Yeah, why not?"

Peter moved with him to the shower and got inside. They washed each other and joked about feeling intimate parts. He wasn't sure if it was the beginning of a relationship or just another fun opportunity but he appreciated it and was thankful.