Crude Alternative: Interview with Gerry Chapter 2
Gerry and I didn't spend much time together over the next two weeks, except during classes. I tried to keep my distance from him. I was still upset with him. One evening, I spotted Gerry walking across campus with one of his ex-girlfriends. I couldn't fathom what kind of weird stuff they might've done in bed. I tried not to think about it.
After a class, I found Gerry waiting in the hallway. He still looked attractive with his muscular build and perfectly fitting clothes. The vivid mental image of him in his underwear wouldn't leave my mind, but I was determined to resist. He stepped in front of me, blocking my exit.
He said, "Hey, Aaron, can we talk?"
"No," I replied. Attempting to move around him. But he blocked my path. I couldn't escape. I thought, here we go again, always having his way.
"I was hoping we could team up on these assignments like we used to." He paused for a moment, then continued, "You know... like we used to?"
"Why would I want to do that?" I asked skeptically.
Gerry couldn't find the right words, if he had any, and after a long silence, he said, "I'll be at the library tomorrow. Same place, same time." Spotting my unconvinced look he added, "I hope you come by."
"I'm busy," I lied, and walked away.
That night, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Gerry. Was he trying to make things right? But it seemed pointless. We could complete the assignments on our own. He didn't need me. Maybe he just wanted to conquer me again. I didn't want to do that. And yet...I hated him for it.
The following day, I visited the library. Not so much to meet Gerry. Mainly to verify that he wasn't there.
He was. He was seated at his regular spot, just as he'd promised. I wish I hadn't shown up. But I had to make sure he wasn't lying. I wanted to leave before he saw me, but it was too late. He spotted me and smiled. His expression was a bit too self-satisfied at first, but it soon changed. With no proper way to sneak away and preserve my dignity, I trekked over to him and sat down.
"I'm glad you dropped by," he said, relieved.
"I just needed to confirm that you weren't lying about being here," I retorted sarcastically. Reflecting on my previous decision to investigate his location. I believed he sensed my thoughts. We both remained silent.
I tried to shift the focus to the work. "How about we just focus on the assignment?"
"That's a good idea." He replied, then added, "Great." And so, we resumed our work. Some periods felt as though nothing had changed between us. But then my mind wandered. Fantasizing about touching his chest. Checking out his crotch. Thinking about that night and the sex that followed, which only made me feel frustrated. Attempting to remain focused was a daunting task.
We continued meeting and collaborating. We never discussed our past sexual encounter. However, one afternoon, Gerry said, "We never did go out to eat. Recall that day in my apartment? We were supposed to eat something together, but it never happened."
"Right," I responded, "because something else happened." We both laughed.
"We're done with the assignment. I'll treat you to one of my favorite restaurants," he said. My instincts told me we'd be going to a local burger joint, so this was a surprise. However, it made sense given Gerry's dedication to maintaining his physique.
As we approached the establishment, a woman I recognized appeared on the sidewalk, one of Gerry's former lovers. "Hi Gerry," she greeted, disregarding me.
"Oh, I'm here to eat with my friend Aaron here," he said, placing a hand on my shoulder. "Perhaps we can meet another time."
"Fine. Text me later." She replied, disappointed. "Talk soon."
After we were seated in the restaurant, I informed Gerry of the woman's presence. "You didn't have to get rid of her. If you wanted to eat with her, that's okay. There's no need for us to do this at this time."
"Aaron, calm down. I'd rather spend time with you than with her any day." Date? Had I heard him right? Date?
"Wait, we're going on a... date?" I questioned, bewildered.
"Nah, I think it's simply dinner," he answered. "For it to be considered a date, we'd need to have eaten, done something else, like going to the movies, and end up engaging in wild, passionate sex. That, my friend, would make for a proper date."
"You're a jerk," I quipped, trying my best not to chuckle. I knew he intended to tease and arouse me. It was a tactic he'd mastered over time. Lure me to the edge, then draw me back in.
"Well, according to your definition, this definitely isn't a date," he added.
"Exactly. You weren't even thinking about the movie part," he admitted, smiling.
"Stop!" I scolded, mortified as I felt my cock stir in my pants. Our eyes locked, and he won me over again.
"Alright, let's order some food from the menu," he said. "It'll help you put on muscle when you start working out with me."
"Wait, you're now deciding I'm working out with you?" I asked, a little irritated. Yet, secretly, I was ecstatic at the thought of having Gerry by my side.
"Yep. We're going to make you a better person. Plus, you'll get to witness me in my workout gear. I guarantee you'll love that. Acknowledge it," he remarked, that grin reappearing.
"I surrender. You're... I can't think of a word for this."
Our dinner went by smoothly, primarily discussing school-related topics and current events.
Upon returning to the dorm, Gerry declared, "I'm not going to invite you up to my room because, as you pointed out, this isn't a date, and I don't want you to think I planned this just for sex." I commended his efforts. He was trying his hardest to portray a gentleman. It simply had to be painful for him. I also knew that what he truly desired was for me to visit his room again, allowing us to engage in our lustful activities once more.
Seizing the opportunity to switch the tables on Gerry, potentially obtaining what I wanted, I said, "Too bad. I was excited for it. My enormous penis has been so neglected. My balls are filled with sperm, just waiting to erupt. And your cock, that's all I can imagine when I see you."
He hesitated before responding, "Who's the jerk now? If I were to change my mind about that invitation, you know."
"Well, if I come up to your room, you'll have to fuck me to make me leave," I stated, grinning.
"Deal," he spat, stubborn.
"Your room and its contents remain the same. Familiar and evoking memories," I said, pausing.
"What are you trying to imply?" he wondered.
"Well, for one, you must let me touch you," I explained.
He mulled it over, hesitating. "Exactly, except you know..."
"I know. But let's start small. Let's simply touch each other. If it's too much or uncomfortable, just tell me," I assured him. "Please don't get mad at me. I'm hoping you'll enjoy it. Perhaps it's my way of making you a better man," I emphasized, smiling devilishly.
"Deal. As long as you'll stop when I ask you to."
"Agreed. Now, let's return to the matter at hand. I'm ridiculously horny, and the only way to fix that is through a proper screwing."
Eager and prepared, he sat on the edge of his bed, removing his shirt. His abs were tight and sculpted, with two strong nipples yearning for attention. The perfect man's body was on display. [
Come on, just relax. Lie down on this bed. I'll start gently. I'll go slow at first. I carefully brushed my fingers across the material covering one of your nipples. You closed your eyes and took a sharp breath as I made contact. You tensed up. "You're doing great. I've got you," I whispered as I gently caressed and pinched your nipple. It became hard from the stimulation, making it easier for me to tease and pull. The mix of pain and pleasure led to soft moans as you relaxed. I then moved on to your other nipple, performing the same ritual. Then, I worked them both, using more forceful pinches and twists, focusing on your pleasure.
"Fuck, I like that." You exclaimed. "My dick is so fucking hard."
I leaned over to take one nipple between my teeth, biting it lightly while continuing to play with the other. I nibbled the fabric stretched over your skin. Your body twitched on the bed. Shivering from the thrill. Your hands were on the back of my head, keeping me there. Following as I switched between the two. I could have kept doing this forever, working on those tender nips.
"Oh man. That feels good. Let's focus on yours."
"Let's save that for later. Right now, there's something in your pants that needs my attention." As I moved down, I could clearly see the outline of your erection, straining against your pants. Although I had already had your cock in my ass, I hadn't had a chance to closely examine it, toy with it, taste it. I began unbuttoning your pants, waiting for your body to relax before moving further. "Calm down. I'll go easy."
"Let me do it," you said, and you unzipped your pants, dragging them down your legs. Leaving your dark briefs in place, which strained to contain your rock-hard cock. "Explore it through my underwear. I'm sure you'd enjoy that." He knew what I wanted. It may have been his extraordinary powers. I just knew I wanted this moment, so badly.
Instead of replying, I moved closer to your groin. Your hands encouraged my head to move downward. Feeling the fabric stretching over your shaft. Stroking your surface with my lips. Sizing up your length. Nibbling at the head. Roaming everywhere on your member. Exploring your testicles. Finding their shape. My fingers discovered the tantalizing gap between fabric and flesh. I sniffed deeply of your musky scent. Your throbbing cock pulsed against its enclosing material as I roamed. Euphoric. The sight, the touch, the smell, all combining into an intoxicating drug. Driving my dick crazy and my hole to pucker.
Lifting my head, I muttered, "Let's remove your penis. I need you to fuck my ass before I explode." You helped draw your prick through the fly, and then your balls, positioning yourself between my legs.
"I almost forgot." You mentioned, standing up and opening a drawer across the room. My ass was eager for your cock, waiting, desperate for release, but you were an exceptional sight standing there in his gray shirt and black briefs with his dick and balls dangling out, waiting to be explored. My superhero.
He came back to the bed. "This is your underwear. You left them here the last time. I hope you don't mind, but I've been using them to masturbate into. To remember you and that massive cock of yours." He held it up to his face, inhaling deeply the pungent aroma. Smiling, letting the essence in. He then showed me the undergarment, allowing me to inhale deeply your crusty semen. I was past reason at this point, overwhelmed by my senses and your control of my sexual desire.
"Fuck me. Oh please, fuck me now!" I begged. I couldn't endure any more stimulation. I needed release, I needed to be fucked.
He lubed up his erect cock, sliding it inside me confidently as I craved his presence. My own dick remained untouched, dangling and demanding attention as it begged to release its load. I knew what he wanted, what he desired: to witness my rigid, useless cock as he took charge of my body. He pushed deeper, penetrating me fully. His underwear and heavy balls pressed against my ass. All I could do was moan in approval. He forced me into a vulnerable position, holding my legs back and raising my ass to meet his assault. He rampaged into me, growing more aggressive with each forceful thrust. The cumming continued; I was at the brink.
"Are you ready?" he asked, out of breath.
"Yes," I nodded.
He captured one of my nipples between his fingers and twisted it sharply. Then, with his free hand, he grabbed my engorged penis. Surprise flashed through me. Sinew from the nipple pinch, his stiff cock pounding my prostate, and the electrifying sensation of his first touch on my massive cock had me caught off guard.
He held my cock in front of my face, just a few inches away from my lips. "Cum on my face," he growled. Twisting harder on my nipple and roughly jerking my penis.
I couldn't disobey, and my cum shot out, spattering my cheeks, splashing into my open mouth. Rope after rope flowed until my sack was empty.
"Fucking unreal," he grunted, as he eased out of my ass and shifted his focus to my face. His tool slapped inside me as he slammed into me. Gerry orchestrated his final movements, thrusting harder and harder. My gland was being abused. The action left me helpless. Mere seconds away.
"Are you cumming?" he inquired between grunts.
"I am." I confirmed.
He snatched my nipple and pinched harder. Then, with his other hand, he stroked my aching member. I was taken aback. Pain from the nipple pull, his intrusion into my prostate region, and the jolts from his fist around my erection collided.
He didn't need to prompt me a second time, as my semen released once more. Spurt after spurt flew from my cock, hitting my chin, my lips, and flooding the corners of my mouth.
"Pour it out," he shouted, gripping my penis tightly as he blew his load. His cum landed on my face, into my gaping mouth. Mingling with my own. Stroking for those last few drops, he finally stopped.
Breathless and sweaty, he flopped onto the mattress, worn out. He flipped over, locking lips, sharing the taste of our orgasms, licking the mixture from our mouths.
As the kiss ended, we collapsed beside each other, spent.
I felt hesitant to touch him after the previous encounter, so I didn't make any advances, but I did say, "That was incredible."
Gerry reached over and grabbed my hand, transforming our stillness to connection.
"You remember how last time, I informed you of all the other guys I'd had sex with?" He asked.
"Yep."
"It's a lie. You're the first," he admitted.
I was astonished. The revelation shedded light on several aspects of our relationship, but my mind was flooded with questions. [
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