Levi sat at his desk, headphones on so he could concentrate. He had a History test and an English paper due the next day, and there was still a lot to do. He had read the two chapters in History twice, but there were aspects he could not recall and needed go back through each for key dates and names. The English paper was currently just a bunch of notes and a rough outline, but once he got focused back on it, the paper should come together quickly. The uncontrollable factor in his studying, and it was uncontrollable in ways he could not begin to consider without getting aggravated, was his overly privileged roommate.
Rayford Hamilton Beauford III was the youngest son of some rich fuck out of Charleston, South Carolina. Old money, probably the slave trade, then the cotton trade, that built a fortune still viable to this day. A wealth that provided the Beauford’s power and status Levi couldn’t begin to imagine. And for Rayford, a carefree attitude that grated on his nerves.
Rayford was not over five foot six and so lean in build as to be skinny. He was a blond, fair skinned pretty boy who knew it. It didn’t make sense to Levi, for most girls claimed to want a guy who was tall and muscular: all man. It was a description he knew he met, for he was six foot two, 180 pounds, and from working out and playing baseball in high school, he had a muscular body. He had to shave every day if he didn’t want a five o’clock shadow and his thick black hair was wavy, something the few girls he dated loved to run their fingers through. But since classes started three weeks prior, it was Rayford who came home with the most numbers, and Levi knew it was the flashing of big bills at the restaurants and bars. Despite the fact no bartender would serve them, two freshmen, it didn’t stop Rayford from buying rounds for everyone else.
Closing the History textbook, Levi glanced at his watch to see it was nearly five o’clock. He was surprised Rayford had not returned from classes, for he was usually back by 3:30 at the latest. He knew he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, but it felt like Rayford was giving him a false hope of a quiet afternoon. Any minute he expected the jabbering selfish prick to stroll in. He slid his notes over and pulled up Word on his laptop. He created a file for the paper and began to type.
Levi and Rayford had started their first day as roommates, the Friday before classes were to begin, on friendly terms. But the next day, the constant chatter and pointed criticism of anyone who crossed Rayford’s path began to wear on Levi. Then there were the snide comments about his name. Yes, he knew it sounded like a porn star’s name. Yes, he knew it sounded country, and with his southern drawl, made him seem like very definition of a good ole boy, a phrase that sounded especially galling coming from Rayford’s lips. Levi didn’t dare tell Rayford his first name. It was the name he didn’t like, preferring Levi over it. Cameron sounded like some old money name from the South, and it was an image he didn’t like, one Rayford reinforced every time he opened his mouth.
But there was times Rayford called him a derogatory name, the worst being cocksucker. And it was the one Rayford said the most, probably because it got the quickest response. It annoyed Levi beyond words to hear Rayford refer to him as such, and every attempt to stop Rayford from using it only met a derisive laugh.
Levi was at the end of his paper, only one, or maybe two paragraphs to bring it to a close. He checked his notes again and began to type when the door swung open.
“Hey, cocksucker, you still at it?” asked Rayford before the door was closed.
“Rayford! Really? Can you please not call me that, especially where others can hear?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did I hurt your feelings?”
There was that tone. Sarcastic didn’t begin to describe it. It grated to the point Levi found himself gritting his teeth.
“One other thing. I borrowed a twenty from you this morning. I was running late and…” said Rayford, cut short by Levi.
“You what? You went into my wallet?”
“Relax, I’ll pay you back.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Oh please, cocksucker, what could you have in your wallet that I shouldn’t see? A sex club membership?”
“Fuck you,” Levi exclaimed, his fury building. He jumped up and grabbed Rayford by the upper arms and pushed him down on the bed, the one with silk sheets and a quilt made in some faraway country, pinning him on his back.
“Whoa, what’s your problem?”
“You are; you show me no respect.”
“Jesus, it was just a twenty. I’ll give you two back if that will make you happy.”
“You just don’t get it. Have you ever been made to respect someone?”
“Made? You going to make me?”
Levi felt his frustration build. He pushed down on Rayford’s arms, using the momentum to push himself up from the bed. He staggered back, then gained his balance, grabbed up his books, laptop, and notebooks, shoving it all in his backpack and left.
The next weekend, Levi drove out to the department store on the edge of town. He needed graph paper for some math problems the instructor wanted graphs drawn to show the solutions. Located at the back of the store, Levi found himself roaming down the aisle looking at the school supplies on display. He found a pack of graph paper, then looked around to see if there was anything else, he might need. A pack of wood pencils, a couple of erasures, and some paper clips were dropped into his shopping cart. He moved down the aisle and saw rulers and there was one made of wood instead of plastic, and he remembered the rulers and yardsticks his grandmother used in her sewing room, marking quilts, or measuring blocks pieced together. He pictured her leaned over the work counter moving a white marker along the ruler or yardstick’s edge making a straight line across the fabric. He needed a straight edge for his graphs, and he pulled a wood ruler off the hook and dropped it into the cart with the other items.
Back at the dorm room, Levi was glad to see Rayford was gone. Where Rayford went or what he would do on weekends, Levi didn’t know, and he didn’t ask. Rayford got under his skin, with the constant jabbering. And there was also the way Rayford paraded around the room, often in nothing but a pair of boxers, revealing what he considered a ‘little boy’s body’. He tried to think of the word to describe it, and far too often feminine came to mind, a description that unnerved him. He tried to smother the thought with other descriptions. Soft. Lean. Overly Privileged. Androgynous.
The last description scared him even more. The notion of mixed sex. Male and Female. Available to both.
Sex. A reference to their male or female identity, but also to their sexuality, their desires. The temptation of another. Levi considered himself straight, a man’s man who only had eyes for the opposite sex. But there were times he looked at Rayford and gave thought to it. A image of Rayford beneath him, the two intertwined in a copulation that challenged who he believed himself to be.
It shouldn’t unnerve him so, for he had no problem with Jacob and Brian down the hall in a relationship, banging each other at all hours of the day and night. It was a running joke on the floor that the two of them had more sex than anyone else. Adam and Matt even joked they should be bi-sexual for there seemed to be more opportunities with another guy. Some of the others had laughed nervously, and it was obvious they had thought the same thing. Levi had been humored by their discomfort. But that had been during the first week and Rayford hadn’t started parading around their room nearly naked. Since then, he no longer considered it something humorous. It was becoming dead fuck serious.
At his desk, Levi opened the pencils, peeled off price stickers and laid everything out. He tossed the trash and dropped down in his chair, slowly spinning around, telling himself to get started on the assignment before Rayford returned. Sunlight streamed into the room and landed on a box underneath Rayford’s bed. It was a large box with a white address label and the taped seams cut open. His curiosity got the best of him. What had been delivered to Rayford? He imagined all sorts of things. New clothes, a backpack (but he already had two), some part for that old BMW he drove (2002 t something or other), or maybe it was sex toys. It made him laugh to think of it.
He stared into the open box slid out from under the bed, it now resting at his feet. A pair of boots, gloves, and a riding crop of an equestrian. The boots were polished to a high sheen, the leather smooth, perfect, as if never worn. The gloves were matching leather and did show their use, the leather wrinkled and worn in the palm of the right glove. But it was the riding crop that captured his attention. It was about 18 inches long, a woven leather handle with polished metal end caps, then the shaft that held at its end a fold of leather. Levi imagined Rayford welding it, giving the side of a horse a gentle pop to direct it to some new obstacle. Then he imagined it in his own hand, giving Rayford a not-so gentle pop on the ass. He imagined the ass bare, the skin turning red, and he felt his own face flush with embarrassment. He closed the lid and pushed it back under the bed with his foot.
The beams of light slanting across the room showed the descent of the sun, the day coming to an end. Levi is at this desk, a sheet of graph paper in front of him, the ruler positioned along the points calculated and he drew a line connecting them. He labeled each point and sat back admiring the completion of the ninth problem. One more to go and he would be finished. He looked at it in the list of problems in the textbook. It wasn’t the tenth problem, that was the one he just finished. It was number nine, the one before, and it was one he had struggled to calculate for he had yet to figure out the sequencing of the equation.
A knock at the door, then it swung open, Charlie sticking his head in.
“Hey, Levi, you want to go get pizza? There are four of us going to the place on Garden Street.”
Levi leaned back, stretched his arms, thinking a break would be good. And he was hungry.
“Yes, that sounds good.”
Levi eased into his room, finding the bathroom door closed with the sound of the shower coming from within. On the floor sat a pair of hiking boots and socks. On top of the hamper Rayford had dropped dirty clothes: a shirt and cargo shorts. Levi knew there was a state park about an hour away with hiking trails and assumed Rayford went with some of his moneyed friends to explore them.
Levi moved to his desk, eager to finish the last problem. One of the guys had told him how to solve the calculation, and upon hearing the description on how to do it, had realized his mistake. He went through it, then began the graph that would demonstrate his results. He was erasing a mistake when he heard the bathroom door swing open. Rayford came out in a pair of bright blue boxers, drying his hair with a towel. Levi saw him from the corner of his eye as he brushed the erasure fragments from the paper.
“What are you doing?” asked Rayford.
“The last problem.”
“What’s with the kiddie ruler?”
“I’m using it draw straight lines.”
Rayford scoffed, but Levi ignored him.
“Oh, I owe you twenty,” said Rayford as he came up behind Levi, looking over his shoulder.
“What? What do you mean you owe me twenty?”
“I was short of cash and took a twenty out of your wallet this morning so I wouldn’t have to stop at a bank on the way to the park.”
“You went in my wallet again?!”
“What’s the big deal. There’s nothing in it but a credit and debit card and some gift card to that gamer’s store.”
“You…” Levi stammered, growing madder and madder the more he thought about Rayford digging through his wallet again. Nothing was sacred to Rayford.
Levi moved lightning fast, too fast for Rayford to react. He grabbed Rayford’s left wrist and spun him around, while keeping the wood ruler in his right hand. He swung. One, two, three, four times. The smack against the thinly covered ass was surprisingly loud. Rayford howled then tried to move away, moving in a circle around Levi.
“No, no, stop…stop Levi…stop…” Rayford exclaimed, but his tone was not one of fear or being scared. It was humorous in tone, as if he were about to laugh.
Levi grew more aggravated, but he let Rayford go and dropped into his chair. Rayford rubbed his ass and turned toward Levi.
“That hurt.”
“Good. It was meant to,” Levi replied turning to Rayford. He saw it and couldn’t turn his eyes away. Rayford’s dick, hard as rock, sticking out the fly of the boxers.
“Oops,” Rayford uttered and worked it back through the fly so nonchalantly, it embarrassed Levi and he turned away.
“Have you no shame?”
“So, I got an erection. Big deal,” Rayford replied. He moved to his bed and dropped down on his back.
Levi looked over at the tented boxers and how Rayford touched himself for a few seconds, as if he didn’t want his erection to go down.
Levi wanted to ask so many questions, but he couldn’t bring one of them to his lips. Instead, he turned back to the last problem, and with trembling hands, finally finished it. Then he worked his own erection into a comfortable position within the confines of his jeans.
For two days Levi felt trapped. Their room seemed to shrink around him. Rayford didn’t rattle on and on, nor did he mess with Levi’s things. Instead, he began to be more emboldened, coming out of the bathroom naked, instead of in boxers. And he took his time putting anything on. Levi wanted to tell him to stop, to not be such an exhibitionist, but he couldn’t do it. He wanted to see him. The ‘boy body’ with its soft features and cock that was average in every way. But there was something about Rayford that went beyond the mere physical. The willingness to push aside any sense of decorum. To let Levi see him fully exposed. And Levi could not stop himself from looking. Cutting his eyes to see the flat chest and stomach, and the flaccid cock dangling over its sac. Or when Rayford had his back to him, he openly staring at the small round ass, so smooth and bare, it could belong to a female just as easily as a male. He felt his own sexuality aroused in a way that spooked him. This attraction to someone of the same sex, even though Rayford seemed to defy that identity in some way. Androgynous in ways that drew his attention. Male in a way that scared him. The only thing missing was a submissive nature. He imagined it. Rayford on his knees. Rayford moving up between his legs, sliding hands along his thighs until touching him. Rayford’s head in his lap, his cock in the hot, slick mouth. Rayford bent over, hands on his knees, naked, letting him spank him, punishment for some imaginary wrong. Rayford standing up straight, cock hard as rock. His own hand reaching out to…
Levi felt consumed by his desires.
Thursday was the worst. It began with rain early in the morning, leaving the ground soft or puddled. There seemed to be no daylight, only a faint dark glow that made the day feel like the time just before daybreak, or more like the minutes right after sunset, everyone tired from a long day, even though it was just beginning.
For Levi, it was the day he had a lab and a seminar that met four days a week. Only two classes but the lab lasted for two hours and didn’t start until 1:30. With the seminar at 9 in the morning, it felt like he had a full day of classes, since he didn’t bother to return to the dorm between them, instead spending a couple of hours in the library doing the day’s assignment, then grabbing lunch at the main cafeteria before the lab. It was nearly three by the time he got back to the dorm. Despite having his umbrella, he was wet from the stomach down due to the swirling wind.
Levi found their door cracked open but the room empty. He looked down the corridor and realized he could hear Rayford laughing. It sounded like it came from Joey and Gabriel’s room. It meant he had the room to himself for a while for Joey and Gabriel were always challenging others to some video game session. Closing the door behind him, he stripped off his wet clothes, not stopping until naked. He stood still in the middle of their room, wondering what Rayford would do if he had been in the room. Would he look at his muscular body with any kind of attraction?
Grabbing up his towel, Levi went into the bathroom for a hot shower, for despite the warmth of the room, he felt chilled to the bone. Standing under the hot water, his feet burned with the sudden change of temperature but soon the chill was gone, and his body relaxed in the sauna like atmosphere of the shower.
Stepping out, Levi toweled off savoring the feel of being clean and warm. He wrapped the towel around his waist and stepped out to find the room still dark and empty. He flipped on his desk light, leaving much of the room in darkness, then slung the towel over the back of his chair and pulled on a pair of boxers and a tank top, one that fit loose around his upper body.
Levi moved to the window and looked at the dark greyness. It was raining again after having slowed to a drizzle while he was walking back from the lab. He watched the sky turn darker, and the dorm across the Commons became a ghostly apparition, all color washed from it by the falling rain. Everything was quiet, except for the sound of the rain hitting the window. Then the silence was broken. Rayford yelling in the corridor, then Gabriel’s voice yelling a reply. Levi heard them run down the corridor, wondering what Rayford had done this time. In less than a minute he saw Rayford run across the Commons, Gabriel giving chase. They ran around the open grass area, circling around tables and benches and the large raised landscaped area that was a tree save for two old oaks. Levi could see, even from four floors up, that Rayford was laughing and probably taunting Gabriel.
Eventually, inevitably, the faster Gabriel caught Rayford, forcing him down on the ground where they wrestled for a minute.
“Fools,” Levi uttered. He smiled at the silliness of it, then considered how Rayford was letting Gabriel dominate him, pinning him to the wet ground. For Rayford, was there a sexual aspect to it? A submission to another guy that fueled fantasies and desires. Stepping back from the window, Levi knew he had to stop thinking of it, or something could happen. It would be irrevocable were he to do so, and then what?
Levi moved to his desk and pulled up his computer to check the latest predictions on the games to be played on Saturday. He skipped the first couple and began reading one of interest when the door swung open and Rayford came in wet and muddy, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey, whatcha doing?” asked Rayford as he approached Levi.
“What are you doing? Go get a shower,” replied Levi, rolling around to face Rayford.
“Come on, don’t ya like me like this. All dirty and wet?” There was something unnerving in Rayford’s tone. Something that bordered on being naughty, not just mischievous.
“Don’t,” Levi barked.
“Don’t what?” Rayford asked in a child-like tone.
“I’m warning you,” said Levi and he picked up the wood ruler from the side of his desk, holding it up in a threatening manner. “Go get a shower.”
“Okay,” replied Rayford. He turned and took a step toward the bathroom, then he spun around and rushed Levi, shaking his wet, muddy hair over him. Mud and water spattered Levi across the face and down his chest and stomach. It even rained down in his lap messing up his boxers.
“Asshole,” Levi barked, jumping up and grabbing Rayford by the neck of his shirt as he tried to run to the bathroom. A rip, then buttons rained down on the floor. Another pull and Rayford nearly came off his feet as Levi jerked him backwards. Another quick jerk downward, Levi pulled the shirt down until around the lower arms and he used it to bind them behind Rayford’s back. He pushed him over, head down, arms tugged upward, and swung the ruler. It smacked loudly at the seat of Rayford’s pants. It sounded brutal, but Rayford looked around and laughed.
“That didn’t hurt,” Rayford taunted.
The ruler popped against the seat of Rayford’s pants four more times, until he struggled to move forward.
“Did that?” Levi asked in a gruff tone.
“No,” Rayford taunted him again.
Everything Levi worried about, all those imaginings that went too far, crossed some line, were forgotten. He moved back, tugging Rayford to follow, until he felt his chair touch the back of his legs and he sat. He spun Rayford around until he stood sideways between his legs. With arms pulled up behind him, Rayford leaned forward, breathing hard, trying to stifle his laughter, still not taking Levi seriously.
Or maybe he did.
Levi slipped the ruler underneath his thigh and reached out to Rayford’s jeans. He tugged the button loose, then the zipper while Rayford laughed and protested unconvincingly. The jeans fell easily around Rayford’s ankles leaving him in only white boxers made transparent by being wet. His cock was getting erect, pushing at the front and the back clung to the round ass cheeks. Levi moved quickly, pushing Rayford over his right leg, using his left to catch Rayford’s legs to keep him from toppling over. Ass up, head down, Rayford laughed while protesting.
It echoed in the small room. Every smack of wood against wet thinly covered ass cheek. One, two, three times, then three more. And three more, until Rayford wasn’t laughing. He jerked with each new strike. His cries becoming grunts, then moans. His cock pressed against Levi’s thigh, hard as rock, wanting to be free. Rayford rocked his hips, grinding it against the thigh.
“Levi…please…” Rayford uttered.
Please stop? Or please, don’t stop? Levi wasn’t sure until he smacked the upturned ass one more time and felt the cock grind against his thigh and flex with arousal.
Levi didn’t know what he had begun. Couldn’t begin to understand it. How it made him feel, nor how Rayford responded. He ran a hand over the wet ass feeling its curvature and firmness. It flexed with his touch and he squeezed it. Rayford moaned. He slipped fingers under the waistband and pulled them down until the ass cheeks were exposed. He ran a hand over one, then the other.
“Do it…do it, Levi,” Rayford uttered in a low hoarse whisper.
The ruler struck bare flesh and it echoed loudly in the room. The ruler struck bare flesh and it turned red. The ruler struck bare flesh over and over until Rayford raised up his head and cried out. The skin glowed red and Levi ran his hand over it and felt the radiating heat.
Levi let go of the arms and tugged down on the boxers, working them free of each leg. Rayford didn’t try to get up, instead he braced himself off the floor, submissive to Levi’s manipulations. Levi rubbed a hand over each ass cheek, then trailed his fingers along the cleft between them, not yet daring enough to pushed inward all the way.
“Spank me,” Rayford uttered.
Ruler back in hand, Levi raised it up, looked at its intended target, then struck. He struck again, keeping up a relentless pace until hands reached back and Rayford’s pleadings for him to stop brought him back. He rubbed the hot ass, with its skin bright red.
Rayford began moving and Levi didn’t try to stop him. He slid off the right leg and got his legs underneath him. On knees, Rayford moved up between Levi’s legs, with hands sliding up each thigh.
“Don’t say anything; okay?” whispered Rayford.
Levi nodded his head and leaned back, watching the hands move over his crotch. He watched Rayford run one hand over his erection, fingers toying with it as they moved up along its full length. Then they toyed with the head. He shuddered with the manipulation. The hands took the waistband of his boxers and he raised his ass letting them slide around his ass and down his thighs. Then he was lifting each foot letting Rayford free him of them. Hands moved up his legs, down each thigh, then tongue dragged up his sac, up along his hard cock until lips closed over the head and sank down over it.
“Suck me,” Levi uttered as he watched Rayford move up and down his cock.
Levi was soon breathing hard. At times he shivered, other times he jerked and shook. Rayford was expert at manipulating cock, tonguing the head, sucking on it, then sliding lips up and down the shaft. When Rayford slipped his mouth off, holding the wet cock up for Levi to see the physical effects of what he was feeling. Levi grabbed him by the hair and pushed him back down on it, pushing down until nose was buried in his pubic hair. He felt a hot exhale then a swallowing around his cock. He shuddered, then came, filling the mouth with his load.
Rayford swallowed every drop of it, then sat back on his heels. Levi sat panting for breath, still not fully aware of what they had done. Then Levi blinked and the reality of it came crashing in. He saw Rayford’s cock going flaccid, the head wet, and knew Rayford had jacked off while sucking him. He looked down at his own cock. It began to deflate and suddenly the pleasure he had felt was losing to his fear of it. This fetish that led Rayford to suck his cock. He pushed back, rolling away from Rayford, letting the chair bump against his desk.
“We…we…shouldn’t have done that.”
“Why not? Didn’t you enjoy it?” asked Rayford.
“No…no…” Levi replied, the last no, almost a whimper. “Go shower and get cleaned up.”
Rayford frowned, but this time he didn’t push it, didn’t’ try to make Levi accept something he was not yet ready. He seemed to know, this time, to let Levi think on it. He climbed to his feet and headed to the bathroom, knowing Levi was staring at his still red ass as he walked to the door.
The next afternoon being Friday, the dorm was a hive of activity. Another weekend with expectations where most would go unrealized. Levi returned to dorm after his last class to find Adam and Jacob standing in the corridor making plans.
“Hey Levi, what do you say? Burger at The Shack then a night out at Bleachers,” asked Adam, referring to the burger joint a block off campus and the dive joint out on the edge of town that allowed underage students in. They were tagged with big “X’s” on the back of each hand to keep them from ordering alcohol. The students liked the place despite its strict adherence to the drinking age for it was a lively crowd of students and locals watching sports on televisions scattered around each of its rooms, playing darts or billiards, or in back, watching a band play.
“Sounds good. What time?”
“We’ll leave about 7:30,” replied Jacob.
“Will Rayford want to go?” asked Adam.
“I doubt it. I think he has plans,” Levi lied as he went to his door, unlocking it.
Inside his room, Levi began to strip out of clothes, then thought better of it. He lay on his bed, wondering where Rayford had roamed off since he was usually in their room this time of day. He was glad Rayford wasn’t there, for it gave him time to think, to consider what they had done the day before. His hand tingled as he remembered swinging the ruler, striking Rayford’s bare bottom. He could picture it, how the skin grew red as he spanked it. Every strike added more to the red hue. Then he remembered the feel of Rayford’s cock pressed against his thigh, then the look of it, flaccid and spent when Rayford had fell back. The short lean body, fully exposed, so smooth, the skin flushed, and nipples still hard nubs sticking out. Levi felt his cock stir as he struggled with his feelings. He feared giving it a name, this attraction toward Rayford. It didn’t make sense.
Rayford had gotten on his nerves, riled him up. Then he thought of how he felt upon seeing Rayford parade around their room. Curiosity mixed with a fascination of the physical person. He had to face the fact he was drawn to Rayford. Sexually aroused to think of him, even now his cock was growing erect.
The door swung open and Rayford strolled in, acting as if nothing had happened. But he was subdued, not chattering away non-stop, and Levi knew he was reeling it in.
“Gabriel and Joey are going to the Italian place on 7th Street. You want to go?”
“I just told Adam and Jacob I’d go with them for burgers.”
“Okay…next time,” Rayford replied.
Rayford went into the bathroom, closing the door, and Levi breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted more time away from Rayford so he could think. As he lay listening to the shower run, the lack of sleep and the long day of classes finally caught up with him and he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
Levi woke late on Saturday morning to an empty room. He had come in late finding Rayford in bed asleep. There had been burgers at The Shack, his own piled with bacon and swiss cheese and enough soda to keep him up half the night. Then they hung out at Bleachers playing darts, pool and one of the video games mounted to one of the bars. And despite the strict policy on underage drinking, they had found a way to sneak the good drinks into their cups where they masqueraded as plain soda.
Levi took two aspirin, and debated popping one more, then he took a shower, dressed, and headed out. There was a place that served breakfast all day a few blocks into town, and Levi decided he would join the other students that would be crowding its foyer and filling the tables until sometime in the afternoon.
It was nearly one when Levi got back to the dorm, where he found his room still minus the roommate. He changed into shorts and a long sleeve jersey, grabbed up his bike and headed back out, determined to pump the alcohol out of his system.
Cutting across campus, following the wide walks that were once streets, Levi made his way around the campus. Weaving in and out of the few students still on campus, he found himself looking at the guys, especially those that reminded him of Rayford. Lean, boyish in appearance, and far too often, androgynous to a degree that made him think of it. He pictured one or another between his legs sucking him off, or over his lap, or lying on his bed on their stomachs, looking over a shoulder telling him to do it. It aroused him to the point he felt his cock stir and he struggled to think of something else.
Back at the dorm, the sun below the buildings and trees, casting everything in shadow, Levi carried his bike up the steps and inside. His legs were wobbly for he had fatigued his muscles till the last mile was a chore. He took the elevator to his floor where he found it full of activity, with conversations, music, television, and gaming mixed to a dull roar of noise. He rolled his bike down the hall, unlocked his door, and eased into the dark interior.
Rayford’s backpack lay on his bed and running shoes kicked off on the floor by it. Levi knew somewhere on their floor Rayford was huddled up with some of the guys playing games. He stripped off his sweat soaked clothes and went into the bathroom for a shower.
The small bathroom steamed up quickly, and Levi lathered up, rinsed, then just stood under the hot spray of water, feeling it relax his muscles. He would hold his head underneath the spray and watch the water rain down from around his head, then he would close his eyes and let the spray hit his face.
“Hey, how long are you going to be?” asked Rayford.
It startled Levi and he jerked around to see Rayford looking around the door.
“I’m done.”
“Okay,” Rayford replied, his head disappearing and the door pulling closed.
Levi shut off the shower and climbed out. He toweled dry, then standing in front of the mirror, he ran the towel through his hair again. It had grown out and took longer to dry.
The door swung open and Rayford sauntered into the bathroom. He was naked, towel in one hand, toiletry case in the other.
“I’m tired of waiting,” said Rayford.
Their eyes met for a second, Levi standing naked at the vanity, towel pressed to his head, and Rayford reaching out to lay his towel and toiletry case on the end of it. The room seemed to shrink, pulling them closer. Rayford dropped his things on the vanity and moved behind Levi. A touch on the hip, just a light brush of flesh against flesh, and Levi shivered. The glass door bumped its stops, and the shower came back on. Levi looked in the mirror seeing the blurred body within moving around underneath the spray. The mirror fogged up again until nothing was visible, and Levi wrapped the towel around his waist and left the room.
Levi put his toiletry case away and moved to the window. The lights were on illuminating the Commons, and some of their fellow classmates were milling around below, but Levi barely noticed as he thought of Rayford. Could he do it again? Could he go further? Was it something he truly wanted?
Levi knew the answer.
Levi heard the bathroom door swing open and he watched Rayford’s reflection in the window. The reflection wasn’t clear, but he could tell Rayford was naked and toweling his hair as he moved into the room.
“Nothing like a hot shower,” Rayford uttered as he stands near his desk, toweling his hair.
Levi watches Rayford’s reflection, wondering if Rayford will push for something to happen, or will he simply get dressed and flop down on his bed. Rayford holds the towel up, letting it fall out straight and he begins to drape it over the back of the chair. He stops and looks toward Levi. He snatches the towel over the chair, and taking it by opposite corners, swirls it around into a twisted roll. Levi sees him move closer, pulling back on the towel ready to strike.
Rayford whips the towel toward Levi, who spins around and grabs the end of it.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Levi asked, his tone menacing.
“Nothing…just horsing around.”
Levi snatches the towel from Rayford and moves to him so fast Rayford doesn’t have time to react before his right arm is twisted behind his back.
“Levi, that hurts,” Rayford utters.
Levi pushes Rayford toward his bed. Forcing Rayford down on his knees by it, then he forces him to bend over, pushing his head down on it. He keeps the right arm pulled back and up, forcing Rayford to stay down as he looks across the room to his desk and the wooden ruler laying on one end. It’s too far away, and he doesn’t want to release Rayford. He reaches under the bed and feels for the box. He slides it out.
“What are you doing?” asked Rayford.
“Shut it,” Levi barks as he blindly opens the box and feels around inside it until he holds the leather handle of the riding crop.
Levi holds the riding crop up, then waves the end in front of Rayford’s face.
“You know what I’m going to do with this?”
“Yes,” Rayford replies, his voice so low Levi barely heard him.
“Tell me. Tell me you want to be punished.”
“Yes…do it.”
Levi swings the crop striking the left ass cheek. He swings again, striking the other one, and Rayford flinches each time. He strikes again, harder, and the loop of leather pops against the flesh. Rayford jerks upward and moans. Levi strikes the other cheek, two, three, four times, and the skin begins to redden. He rubs the crop over the ass cheeks, then strikes them two more times, making Rayford cry out. He looks at the smooth skin of the back, down over the narrow round ass cheeks, where the skin is starting to glow red. Then his eyes travel down to the thighs. The skin looks so smooth, hardly any hair on them, and he drags the crop down one, then back up the other. Rayford doesn’t fight to get up, instead Levi sees him push his ass back, tempting him to strike it again.
Levi smiles, for he’s not going to strike the ass. Not this time. He swings the crop back, then strikes the right thigh. Rayford rears up and cries out. He strikes the other thigh. Rayford shivers and cries out again.
“You want me to stop?” Levi asked.
“No.”
Levi strikes the right thigh until it glows red, then he attacks the left. Rayford cries out and groans. Levi strikes the ass cheeks, first the right, then the left, with rapid strikes, not giving Rayford time to adjust. Levi rubs the crop over them, then slides it up the lean back, following the spine. Then he strikes the shoulders blades and back down along the spine, striking over and over and over, until the skin reddens. Then he spanks Rayford’s ass, watching the cheeks quiver with each strike.
Levi lays the crop down and runs his hand over the round cheeks feeling the heat radiating from them. They quiver beneath his fingers and he reaches to his own erection, feeling his rock-hard cock through the tented towel. He rubs the cheeks with one hand, while pulling the towel loose with the other, letting it fall to the floor. His cock sticks straight out, and he absentmindedly strokes it while feeling Rayford’s ass.
Rayford reached back and spread his cheeks exposing his tight hole. Levi stared at it, imagining what it might feel like to push his cock into it, to feel that tiny tight hole stretched around his cock. He started to reach out to touch it when he saw Rayford use a middle finger to rub it. He watched the finger rub over the wrinkled tight opening. Then it pushed through the tightness and sank inward all the way. Rayford moaned, and began to pump the finger while Levi watched.
Rayford pulled the finger out, then pushed two back in, stretching his hole, forcing it to accommodate them. He pumped them through the tightness and moaned from the pleasure of it.
Levi reached over and pushed his middle finger in next to Rayford’s fingers, feeling the tightness of the opening, and how it quivered as he stretched it to accept his finger. As he pumped his finger next to Rayford’s, he stroked his cock, feeling his arousal grow intense. Soon he was stroking a wet cock, slick with precum.
“Levi…stop teasing me. Do it. Fuck me,” Rayford uttered in a hoarse voice, breathless with his aroused state.
Levi pulled his finger free and watched Rayford slip his fingers out too. The hole gapped open for a second then slowly closed. Down on his knees, Levi kicked Rayford’s legs apart, moved up behind him and put his wet cock to the opening. He pushed, harder than he meant to, sinking half his cock into him.
Rayford rose up and cried out. His body shuddered with the pain of the penetration. But he took it, lay there a shuddering mass, feeling the stretch of his opening. Levi held still until Rayford relaxed to it, then pushed back, sinking another inch into his body. Then another.
Levi watched in rapt fascination as his cock disappeared in the narrow round ass. Then he pushed, sinking every inch into Rayford. He heard a moan as Rayford held his cheeks pulled apart letting him clearly see his cock buried in the tight hole. Pulling outward, the tight opening milked his shaft as it slid though it. He pulled until just the head remained inside Rayford, and he pushed back in, slowly, savoring the feel of it. Over and over, he worked his cock slowly outward and back in until so aroused he couldn’t breathe. Pushing Rayford’s hands away, he took the narrow waist and held Rayford firmly in place as he began to fuck, to work his hips faster, harder, driving into Rayford’s depths with an urgency.
The room echoed with the sound of bodies coming together, grunts, and moans. Levi thrust into Rayford with such exertion he began to sweat, his body growing feverishly hot. He felt close and knew it was far too soon. Pulling free of the tight hole, he watched it slowly close.
“Get up on the bed,” Levi barked.
Rayford climbed on the bed and lay on his back. Levi was quickly in position, a leg resting on each shoulder, and he moved over the small prone body. The ass turned upward and when he saw his cock aligned with its target, he punched through the tightness and sank all the way into him. Then he began to fuck. Hard. Fast. Driving into Rayford’s depths over and over. The bed protested beneath them and Rayford grew too loud. Levi leaned down, putting a hand over Rayford’s mouth, and kept fucking.
Levi had never felt so aroused. No girl had pushed him to such extremes. He pummeled Rayford’s insides until he couldn’t hold back. He shuddered, shoved inward all the way, and jerked with release. It took his breath away. It felt his whole body shivering with each ejaculation, until finally spent. He lay heavily on Rayford, grinding his hips against the upturned ass. He didn’t loose his erection. He stayed hard, aroused, wanting more. He started to fuck, to drive his wet slimly cock in Rayford’s depths. Hands circled his torso and clung to him.
“Keep fucking,” Rayford uttered in a low strained voice.
Levi felt Rayford’s erection pressing into his stomach. Rayford was just as aroused.
Levi sat up and pulled Rayford into his lap and guided him down on his cock. He held the small body against his own and watched as Rayford began to move up and down. At first, Rayford moved slowly, Levi feeling how the tightness moved up and down his cock. Every inch milked by that tight opening, and it made him shudder. And it was ticklish to feel Rayford’s wet hard cock slide up and down his stomach and chest. Then Rayford began to move faster, fucking his ass on Levi’s cock. He leaned back, resting on his hands and moved his ass up and down. Levi watched how Rayford impaled himself, sank down all the way on his cock. He reached out and took Rayford in hand and stroked him roughly. Rayford shuddered and cried out, and the cock in Levi’s hand thickened, then flexed with release, spraying cum over Rayford’s chest and stomach. The scent was intoxicating, and Levi moved to shift Rayford onto his back. He moved over him again, hands behind the knees, folding him in half. He pushed the knees into the mattress and hammered his cock into Rayford’s depths. His hips smacked against the upturned ass and the bed began to protest.
“Levi…keep fucking…fuck me…fuck me,” Rayford begged, and his fingers dug into Levi’s sides, holding on with a desperation Levi had never felt before.
Despite Rayford’s pleas, Levi couldn’t keep fucking. He was too aroused, with the feel of his cock pummeling the tight ass and Rayford’s pleadings. He arched his back, head raised up high, and cried out as he pumped his second load into Rayford.
Levi was at his desk, finishing up the last problem of an assignment, when the door swung open and Rayford strolled in. Levi glanced over and saw him drop his backpack down on the floor and walked toward him.
“How did you do?” asked Levi.
Rayford had been getting not the best grades. After their initial session, they had talked about how they enjoyed it, and how it was not just what they had done but that it had been about the two of them, Levi finally admitting his aggravated feelings toward Rayford were as much a protective barrier as a response to being pushed to react. Eventually they talked about how they would go forward. What would set up other sessions. It was Rayford who set the parameters. He had to keep his side of the room neat and clean, his bed made every morning. And he was to take his studies more seriously. No grade less than an 85 would be acceptable. An infraction of any of these parameters would earn him a session over Levi’s lap, or hands braced on the edge of the desk, leaned over with bare ass exposed. It seemed two or three times a week, Rayford was naked, bent over or laying across Levi’s lap. Each ended the same way. Rayford’s ass, back and thighs glowing red and cum trickling from his stretched hole.
Rayford stopped in front of Levi and held out a folded test from his History class. Levi took it, opening it to see the score in red at the top. He suppressed a smile, then looked up at Rayford.
“What the fuck is this? An 84? Is that the best you can do?”
“No, sir,” Rayford replied, unbuttoning his shirt.
Levi watched the shirt fall open, then slide down the skinny arms. Rayford neatly folded it and set it on the desk. Then he undid his jeans and worked them off. Folded and placed with the shirt, he stood in front of Levi and for just a second, hesitated, letting the anticipation build, then he slid his boxers down and stepped out of them. In a moment of defiance, he kicked them to his side of the room.
“You’re supposed to fold those neatly,” said Levi.
“Yes, sir,” Rayford replied as he reached for the wooden ruler on the end of Levi’s desk.
Levi had no more use for it in his assignments, but it stayed on his desk, for it was the preferred means of spanking Rayford’s ass to a hot red glow. Rayford held it up, then out to Levi who took it. He moved to the side of Levi and lay over his lap. Levi rubbed his free hand over the narrow round ass, felt the firmness of each cheek. Then he ran the hand up the back until he could hold the long neck. He pushed Rayford over, unbalancing him, putting him in his control. He raised the wooden ruler, held it aloft making Rayford wait. Letting the anticipation build for this next moment. The moment the ruler first strikes bare flesh.
“Levi, please…” Rayford utters.
The ruler comes down hard, popping against the bare skin. Rayford shutters and jerks. The ruler comes down again on the other cheek. Rayford groans and Levi feels his cock growing erect. Soon, he’ll feel Rayford’s pressing into his thigh, just as hard.
“You said nothing less than an 85.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry doesn’t cut it.”
The ruler begins to strike each ass cheek in quick successive strikes. The skin reddens. The ruler strikes one thigh then the other, and Rayford howls and shakes. But he doesn’t say the safe word. He never does.
Levi pulls Rayford to his feet, then he stands in front of him.
“You know what to do,” said Levi.
Rayford unbuttons Levi’s shirt, eases it off, folds it neatly, places it on the desk. He undoes Levi’s jeans and works them down and off. Folded neatly and on the desk, he turns to Levi again and goes to his knees, and mouths the erection pushing at the front of the boxer briefs Levi is wearing. They are white and tight fitting. Soon the front is transparent from Rayford slobbering on the hard cock within. Then the waistband is tugged down and pulled out to free the hard cock.
Levi watched Rayford fold the wet briefs, lay them on the desk, then turn back to him. There is no hesitation, just Rayford leaning forward and begin to suck. Levi balls up his fist, as he does every time, he feels that hot slick mouth on his cock. As he feels it nearly every night. He is soon so hard he needs to make Rayford stop. He picks up the ruler and pulls Rayford to his feet. He drags him across the room to Rayford’s bed. He sits on it with his back to the wall and pulls Rayford into his lap, facing out. With one arm under the knees, he folds Rayford against him.
“Levi…no…please…” Rayford exclaims, but Levi hears how Rayford is trying to suppress the desire to laugh. He knows when the ‘no’ is serious, and when it is not.
Levi welds the ruler, striking Rayford’s ass, back of the thighs, then back to the ass. Hands get in the way and he cracks the ruler over the back of a hand or across the knuckles. Rayford yelps and jerks back, and Levi resumes spanking the bare ass. Rayford squirms in his arms, tries to move away, and he tightens his hold, pulling the legs up tighter to Rayford’s chest, pinning him against his own.
“You-going-to-get-a-better-grade-next-time?” Levi utters, each word timed with a spank of the ruler.
“Yes!” Rayford exclaims.
Levi tosses the ruler to the side, and with both arms around the smaller body, he lifts it up and over his cock.
“Now take my cock,” Levi whispers.
Rayford moans as he is lowered on Levi’s cock.
Levi lifts Rayford, then lets him drop down, over and over, impaling him. The opening is so tight at first it feels like it could squeeze his cock in two. But it slowly loosens, until sliding easily down the full length of his cock. Rayford throws his head back, mouth hanging open, and he moans whorishly as Levi lifts him again.
Levi lifts the small body and sets it on the bed. Its so malleable Levi has no trouble getting Rayford in position. Up on knees with head and shoulders down on the bed. The position is perfect, Rayford’s ass spreads open and Levi rakes a finger down it. He rubs the loosened opening, then penetrates it with two fingers. Then three. Rayford pushes back. Levi pistons them in the loosened hole while keeping his cock hard, slowly stroking it while he keeps his eyes glued to Rayford’s ass.
Fingers pulled free, Levi gets to his knees, kicks Rayford’s legs apart and buries his cock back into him. He holds tight to the narrow waist and begins to fuck. To fuck hard, his pace brutal. He fucks for the pleasure it gives him. He fucks to come.
Holding Rayford in place, Levi drives into his depths over and over until all he can think about is his cock. The way it feels buried in Rayford. He grabs Rayford by the hair and pulls him to his knees.
“OH, LEVI, fuck me,” Rayford utters as he comes up.
Levi wraps an arm around the long neck and pulls Rayford back. The lean torso bends backwards, pushing the hips out, the hard cock pointing straight out. Levi takes him in hand and strokes in rhythm with his fuck.
“Jesus,” Rayford utters, then sprays his bed with cum.
Levi feels Rayford’s opening spasm around his thrusting cock. He feels the body shudder and jerk against his chest. It pushes him over the edge. He slams cock into Rayford’s depths and comes.
Levi pulls out of Rayford and falls back on the bed. Rayford falls back into position, on knees with head down on the bed. Levi looks at the spread ass. The red cheeks and the hole that is leaking cum. He smears the cum along the ass, then pushes some back into Rayford. As he works his fingers inside Rayford, he takes his own cock in hand and slowly strokes it. It was half hard and soon is back to full erection. His fingers slide along its slick thick length renewing his arousal.
“You going to improve your grades?” asked Levi.
“Yes, sir.” A soft, whispered voice, muffled by the blanket wrinkled up in Rayford’s face.
“We’ve addressed the grades, now we need to address the way you kicked off your boxers, instead of folding them and putting them with your other clothes.”
“Yes, sir.”
Levi picks up the ruler and slides to the edge of the bed, putting his feet on the floor.
“Assume the position,” Levi utters.
Rayford moves off the bed and gets to his feet. He stands in front of Levi, cock half hard and dripping, and he turns sideways and bends over, resting hands on knees.
“Why are you being punished?”
“I kicked off my underwear and left it on the floor.”
Levi shifts position, sits right on the edge of the bed, and raises the wooden ruler. He looks at the left ass cheek and it is still glowing red. It’ll be the place he strikes first. Rayford’s head drops down and his cock begins to rise up between his thighs. Levi pulls back further, and swings.
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