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Chapter 6: Inside The New Kid

I stood up to approach the cheeky situation, and he suddenly pulled the fresh sheets and the comforter off in a bundle and dumped them on the floor, down to the bare mattress again, and lay face-down on it with his arms folded up under his head and his knees a little apart.

I got my shirt off and my shorts off and stepped up to kneel on the mattress behind him, one knee on either side of his legs. The vinyl of the bare mattress was cold under my shins. I put my left hand flat on the small of his back, above his ass, and held him down there, and with my right hand I took hold of the base of the plug.

We hadn't even talked about this, but it was clear what was happening.

I pulled on it slowly, feeling him exhale under my palm. He was tight around it and it came out in stages, the widest part making him groan into his arm, and then it slid free the rest of the way and he was open and shining with whatever he'd used that morning. I could see the pink inside him, feeling the heat come off of him as the hole slowly pulsed closed.

I looked at the plug in my hand. It was thick, thicker than my wrist at the widest part, and long, and heavier than it looked. It was warm from being inside him. I turned it over once and looked at the flat saucer of the base and then at the shape of the rest of it, the bulb, the neck, the way it tapered down at the bottom so his body could clamp shut around it and hold it in place, and I got what "working up to it" actually meant now.

"So this is the large one," I said.

He mumbled a short affirmative, nervously waiting for me to do what I was going to do.

I tapped my dick on his butt cheeks, watching the gentle ripple as I thought about how much he had prepared for this. He probably started before he even graduated last June. That was the math I did, kneeling over him. Some skinny kid with a round face and a green polo shirt, ordering the smallest one online with a card he hoped his parents wouldn't check, waiting for the box, locking his bedroom door. And then the next size. And then this one.

I looked down at him, face-down on the bare vinyl with his arms folded under his head and his ears still red, and I pictured him walking around his high school with one of these inside him. Sitting in a desk with it in. Standing up and having to hold his face still. Walking down a hallway with his ass full of silicone while everybody around him talked about prom or whatever, none of them knowing. I pictured him at graduation in a gown, with a plug in, shaking somebody's hand.

I wondered what it felt like. Whether it hurt at first, whether it stopped hurting, whether it became a thing he missed when it wasn't in. I had never had anything up there in my life and I couldn't picture it, but I could picture his face, that blush I had seen, doing it alone in a room with the door locked.

I looked back down at his hole, still closing, shining, and I pictured him slowly working himself loose all summer, an hour at a time, on his back with his knees up, patient, getting ready for dick. Stretching himself open to fit something exactly my size before he even knew I existed.

My dick was so hard it hurt. I put the plug down on the vinyl next to his hip and put my hand back on the small of his back, and pushed a thumb into the slick edge of his hole just to watch it give.

"Fuck," he said into his arms.

I tapped my dick on the actual hole itself, and watched it respond. 

There was a bottle in the move-in box that he pointed at without lifting his head, and I got it and got a handful and worked it onto myself, and then spat into my palm on top of it and did it again.

I put a hand under myself and got the head against him again, wet this time, slipping against his skin, and I leaned my weight forward on my other arm next to his shoulder.

His hands came out from under his head and grabbed the edge of the mattress on both sides.

I entered him slowly, feeling the heat, having no idea how this was going to go.

The head popped in, and he made a high noise into the mattress and I stopped, all the way stopped, with my hips off him and my forearm braced by his head.

I looked down, and saw how big my cock looked in his little ass.

"You okay?" I whispered into the back of his head.

"Yeah. Don't stop. Keep going. Don't stop, don't stop."

"I'm not going anywhere."

He breathed out again, and I gave him another inch, then another one, and his back moved under me, his shoulder blades sliding, his hands white on the edge of the mattress. He whimpered into the vinyl with his cheek flat against it and his eyes shut, and I got about half of it into him and held there.

I held there and looked down at him. I can't explain what made me want to do this, but I knew it was right. He was so naturally submissive that it seemed dumb not to take him up on it. He'd stood in my doorway with a box on his hip and said sorry three times in the first minute, and then he'd turned around and shown me that round little ass with a plug already sitting in it, and from that second I wanted to put it inside him. Not to get worshiped, not to be told I was a king. I just wanted to be inside him, this quiet little dude who would do anything I wanted.

I had never fucked a guy, and I was halfway into one, and I didn't feel gay or straight or anything. I felt huge. My ego filled my boner, and I could feel his body pulse around me, his hole clenching and letting go in little waves.

It felt as warm as any pussy had ever been.

And every time he let a breath out I sank another fraction of an inch without even pushing. His ass was flexing under my palm, both cheeks squeezing around my shaft and then loosening, and I pressed down harder on the small of his back to keep him flat.

"You okay," I said.

He nodded into the vinyl and made a light grunt instead of speaking.

"More?"

"Do it," he said, clearly.

I let some weight down and pushed, and he took another two inches, and the sound he made was somewhere between a whine and a laugh, and then he started pushing his hips back up into me on his own.

I put my left hand flat on the back of his neck and pressed his face down into the mattress and got up on my knees over him and started actually working my hips, short strokes at first, in and out of the part of him that was already stretched, and then longer ones, my thighs slapping the backs of his, the bare mattress squeaking on the frame.

"You take it so good," I said, and my voice came out the same as it had in the kitchen with a room watching. "Look at that. You've been working up to this all summer for me."

"Yes."

"Say it."

"For you," he said into the mattress, wrecked. "Oh my God. Oh my God, king."

That word out of him hit different than it had off Deshawn yelling it over the noise of a crowd.

"King of my ass, fuck," he groaned again.

He kept saying it. He said yes over and over, muffled, and king a few more times, and his hands came off the mattress edge and clawed at nothing and went back.

The door was unlocked. It was open four inches, the same as I used to leave it at night with my lamp on, and I could see the strip of hallway light on the carpet out of the corner of my eye and hear somebody's shower sandals go past toward the bathrooms. I let them hear whatever they wanted to hear.

I got my hand off his neck and both hands on his hips and pulled him back onto me while I drove forward, and he was making a sound on every stroke now, high-pitched and boyish, and I felt it start in the backs of my legs.

"I'm gonna cum in you."

"Do it," he said. "Do it, do it, please."

I shoved in as far as he could take, one hand back on his neck, and I finished inside him with my whole body locked over his, and I was louder than I'd ever been in my life, a full open-mouthed groan into a room with the door ajar, four pulses that I felt all the way up my back. He was shaking under me and he'd already made a mess on the mattress at some point without me noticing, and I stayed in him while I emptied out, breathing on the back of his neck.

I pulled out slowly and it ran out of him, over his balls, down onto the vinyl.

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He was asleep in about ten minutes, still face-down on the bare mattress with one arm hanging off the side of it and his knuckles resting on the carpet, the comforter still in a pile on the floor where he'd dumped it.

I put my shorts back on and lay down on my own bed and held my phone up over my chest. My first thought was to text Taylor.

Me: I fucked my new roommate

Me: He moved in today

The delivered tag came up under it. I lay there with the phone above my face and my arm starting to ache and watched the bottom of the screen.

The three dots appeared.

They sat there for a while.

Then a message came through.

Taylor: Of course you did

Taylor: That's three guys on this floor who've had it in them now, if you count me

Taylor: The line's only going to get longer, king

I read that last one a few times with my arm aching. Across the room Eli breathed against the vinyl, face-down, my cum still drying on the inside of his thigh, and I thought about Mike offering me his car, and Owen carrying two gym bags down the stairwell with the back of his neck red, and Deshawn looking at my shorts instead of my face when he said he'd do my lab write-ups for me. I had barely been here a month, and there was a whole building full of dudes who were basically starting a little cult based on my cock.

Me: Good

Me: You're still the only one who said no to me though

Taylor: Somebody has to. I'm not a part of your harem.

Me: Good to know my cock magic doesn't work on everyone.

A minute later.

Taylor: Oh, it works

I put the phone face-down on my chest and looked over at Eli's bare mattress, the one nobody had put sheets on until today, and figured he'd want them back on before he slept on it for real. But he could wait. I reached over and turned my lamp off, and closed my eyes, dreaming about my harem.