Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2025 16:31:31 -0400 From: Rob Densmore Subject: Dillon's Mistake Costs Him - Chapter Eleven DILLON'S MISTAKE COSTS HIM -- CHAPTER ELEVEN Thanks to my readers who suggested storylines or urged me to continue certain characters. Welcome comments to: SludgeMonkey1@gmail.com . Hope you enjoy. It is bound to become an ongoing saga. If you like reading my stories and others, please donate to https://donate.nifty.org/ to keep it going. They make it easier for you to get your rocks off, so they make it easy for you donate, to help keep them going. All characters and incidents are fictional. Keefer - Blond, mid-westerner, football scholarship, freckles across nose and shoulders, 6' tall, 8" cut cock Dillon - 5'8", in shape, gymastics jock, dark hair, hairy chest and body, good sized cock Jason - 5'9", muscular, dark hair, football jock, really fat cock, 6.5", really big, purple head Big Red - 6'2", football jock, ginger, hairy with freckles, hairy big balls, cut 7" cock, thick, but not as thick as Jason's Jerome - 6'4", black, hairy, huge 10" un-cut cock with really big, low hanging hairy balls, hairy chest and pits, huge hands, Matt - 6', blond, hairy, jacked body, very hairy ass, tattoos, 9' cut cock Derek - 6'2", 260 lbs, dark haired, pretty smooth body, big belly, big round smooth ass, 9.5" cut cock Craig -- the dorm RA, dark haired, skinny with a paunch, nerdy in appearance, and a total geek, BUT, with a dirty little mind and an 8" think, cut dick, almost totally smooth, with just a few hairs around his nipples and dense pit hair Justin -- 5'11", Computer Sciences grad student, blond hair, blue eyes, very fit gym rat and runner, not too hairy, though furry pits and legs, a few hairs around his nipples and navel, trimmed bush and shaved balls, 7" cut cock with a blunt helmet head "Do you know what a sub is?" "I...I think so." "I think so, SIR." "Sorry, Sir. I think so, Sir." "A sub gives himself over to another man, to serve him, to submit to him. To worship him. Is that what you want?" Dillon didn't answer immediately, but the answer came: "Yes, Sir." After explaining a bit about the true roles of submissive and Dominant, about how Dillon's friends were not Doms, but merely bullies and pimps, Justin led Dillon to his bedroom. "Now, enough talking. We'll talk a lot more in the next few days. I'm gonna let you suck my cock tonight. Hell, all last summer I wanted to nail your ass." Justin chuckled, and Dillon looked up, surprised. "But, tonight," he continued, "I don't want to fuck your face. I don't want to be dominant. I want you to suck me off. Slowly. With intention. I want you to lose yourself in it. Take your time. You'll get my load. I promise you that." "Now, get up on the bed." Dillon stood and hesitantly moved to the bed. "Kneel." Justin got on the bed, sat back against the headboard, legs open, his cock now fully hard, bobbing to his heartbeat. "It's all yours, boy. Show me what you've learned. Pleasure my cock." Dillon felt awkward, at first. He kept looking from Justin's dick to his face, back and forth, as if unsure of what Justin was offering. Tentatively, he leaned forward, his hand reaching out and taking hold of Justin's hard cock, lining it up with his open mouth, then moving his head down til he felt Justin's swollen glans make contact with his lips. Taking a deep breath, Dillon took the big head into his mouth. "That a boy," Justin encouraged. "Go down on that dick." Once Dillon tasted Justin's cock, and the dollop of precum at the tip, his instincts took over. Moving his teeth back, his lips up, his tongue ready to taste his friend, Dillon's mouth started to move down Justin's veiny shaft. That night, Dillon worshipped Justin's cock. Justin propped himself on a pile of pillows and watched Dillon get on his belly between his legs. Dillon started on Justin's balls, nibbling, licking, sucking. He worked his way up to the big cock, starting by kissing the base, then working up and around, lavishing the head with his tongue and lips before working his way back down. He did this several times, getting Justin's cock wet with his saliva before finally taking his friend's cockhead in his mouth. When he gagged himself going too deep too soon, Justin told him he didn't need to throat him, but Dillon was on a mission, fueled by the older guy's moans, by the way he caused Justin to grasp the sheets as he fucked his throat on all seven inches of his thick meat. Not wanting to end it too soon, Dillon edged Justin til they were both drenched in sweat, and Justin was begging to cum. Only then did he take him over the top, taking the largest load ever from the man's balls. After, Dillon lay between Justin's legs, his face resting on the saliva-soaked cock and balls, til Justin told him to move up, and he wrapped Dillon in his arms til they both fell asleep. Dillon woke the next morning with his face nuzzled up in Justin's hairy arm pit, Justin's arm still around him. Justin's personal scent, part sweat, part soap, part...Justin, filled his nose and he inhaled deeply, savoring it like a great cologne. Reluctantly, he pulled his face out of his buddy's pit to look around. In the early morning light, he looked down Justin's lean body to see the man's morning wood standing tall in his trimmed blond bush. As he watched it pulse with Justin's heartbeat, Dillon thought about all that had happened the last few days. And, about what he'd done with Justin the night before, and how he felt safe in Justin's arms. Dillon could feel his own cock straining against his cage, trying to harden. His hand went down, feeling the hard plastic, and his bulging balls. It felt so good to cup them; so full. His fingers reached down to his taint, and he found himself fingering his tight pucker. As Dillon took in Justin's lean, athletic build, his trimmed bush, and the thickness of his morning hardon, with its blunt cap, Justin stirred, his left hand reaching down and scratching his balls, then encircling his cock at the base. His hand gave the pulsing meat rocket a few tugs as Justin began to wake up, then he turned to Dillon. Finding him awake he smiled. "Sleep well?" "Very," Dillon answered, his eyes meeting Justin's big blues. "Good," Justin said, as he disentangled himself from Dillon, then padded naked to the bathroom. Dillon heard the steady flow of Justin's morning piss, and thought to how he'd been made to swallow Keefer's and Craig's morning piss, and despite having been forced, and remembering the strong bitterness of morning piss, his cock throbbed at the memories. What the fuck is wrong with me, Dillon thought. When Justin got back to the bedroom, he asked Dillon if he was hungry. "Famished," Dillon replied. "I have an idea, if you're game," Justin said. "There's a little café on the corner. Great breakfast. Nothing fancy. Great coffee. We can talk about your situation and next steps. Good?" "Good." Dillon got out of bed, not the least self-conscious about his cage. He felt that comfortable with Justin. In the bathroom, before he dressed, he remembered to sit to piss. What should have been a humiliating reminder just made his cock strain all the more against his cage. After dressing, he found Justin opening windows around the apartment. "Should air this place out. Smells of pot and sex. Two of my favorite smells, but still..." They were quickly seated at the café, and the waiter, a good-looking kid of nineteen or twenty, with dirty blond hair that kept falling into his green-grey eyes. He had a bunch of freckles across his nose, and under his eyes that gave him a boyish look. And, he was a shameless flirt. At one point, after he'd just filled my coffee for the third time, with barely a sip taken between refills, Justin chuckled. "Won't work, boy." "What won't work?" "Two bottoms do not make a top." "Is it really that simple?" Dillon asked. It was telling of how his life had changed that talking of tops and bottoms wasn't a foreign concept. "I mean, I was basically forced into...it all," he said, looking around, feeling a bit uncomfortable to be talking so openly about such a delicate subject. "Last night, nobody forced you to do anything. You have the key to your cock cage, yet you're still wearing it. Let me ask you," Justin paused, looking Dillon straight in the eye. "If I ordered you to go to the restroom and suck off the waiter, right now, would you do it?" Dillon pushed his breakfast potatoes around on his plate, looking down as he thought. Finally, looking up at Justin, who'd been watching him, he answered. "Yes." Then, Dillon added, his voice low, "That's what is so confusing. A couple days ago, I'd have laughed at you." After a moment longer, he added, "A couple days ago, I would have considered the waiter to be a fag, a homo. Now, today, I found myself checking out his crotch." He was quiet some more, then added, "Last night...last night..." he lowered his voice, looking around before he added, "last night, as I sucked your cock, I was imagining how it would feel being fucked by you, having you inside me." Dillon's eyes started to tear up as he said, "It's like I'm becoming a different person, and I can't stop it. I don't think I want to stop it." They were quiet as the waiter came back to check on them. "We'll take the check," Justin said. When the boy came back, as he set the check down, he kept looking at Dillon. He appeared nervous, then put a piece of paper on the table by Dillon, saying, "I mean, if you wanted to call..." and, he turned and walked away, embarrassed by his boldness. Justin put a credit card on the check. "Breakfast's on me." When the waiter brought back a credit card receipt and a pen, Dillon took the pen, after Justin had signed, and wrote on the kid's note, "Flattered. You're not. Just not ready right now." Looking at Justin, he said, "Don't want him to think I was pissed or something." It was a beautiful day, and the guys decided to take a walk around the park before going back to the apartment. As they walked, Dillon's phone pinged with a text. As he read it, he stopped. Big Red: This is Red Can't stop thinking about the weekend. So sorry what we did to you. Keef said you moved out. Some of your stuff is still there. put it in boxes, if you ever want it. Got your # from Keef. Can we talk? Dillon showed the text to Justin. "What do you think?" Justin asked. "I mean, he basically raped you." After thinking a bit, Dillon replied, "I'll have to think on it," but, he felt his dick thicken in the cage, remembering Big Red's muscular body, and his perfect seven incher, nestled in his fiery red bush. "So," Justing took a breath and dove in. "What're you thinking of doing now? Are your gonna drop out of the university?" Then, he added, "If you stay, you're welcome to keep my spare room. I'll give you a really good deal. Better than the dorms." "Thanks," Dillon was truly grateful for Justin's friendship. "I wouldn't want to impose. I mean, I appreciate you helping me out and all..." "It would actually be good to have someone else around the place." As they walked on, Justin asked, "So, you'll stay in school and move in with me. Deal?" "Deal," Dillon agreed. "Thanks." "Now, about Keefer and his buddies..." "I have a few ideas," Dillon said, "It's coming up on finals. I know Keefer's been working on two big term papers. Probably half his grade or more. Key classes, too. If they suddenly disappeared from his laptop, or if something got inserted in them...could cost him his scholarship." "How'd you manage that?" "When I removed the videos from his laptop, I inserted a back door. I have access to all his files. Maybe it's time the blackmailer got a taste of what it feels like to be helpless, and have to do whatever you're told." "Fucking devious," Justin chuckled. "I love it." As they turned back onto their block, Dillon mused, "Would Keefer take it up the ass to save his scholarship?" "You want to fuck him?" Justin was surprised. "No fuckin' way. I wanna watch him and Jason fuck each other." 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