He could have had a knife or a gun or a harpoon or something, just waiting to fuck me up if I got too uppity. Here's the thing - I wanted to tell him that I would kill him if he kept on going. No doubt he could see my cock getting stiff as he teased me.
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I knew you would," he said, as his hand slid higher. I didn't like that it was making my cock swell, either. that was weird and bad all at the same time. The way his fingertips sent tingles all the way through me, though. I'd heard about guys doing it with other guys - hell, who hasn't, these days?īut I never figured anything like that would ever happen to me. His hand moved from my knee to my inner thigh, and this was super bad. "Let me go! Who are you? What the FUCK is going on?" I felt a hand on my knee, but there was nothing I could do to get away from it. My moving must have let Sam know I was awake. No clothes - I'd been stripped while I was unconscious. It smelled musty and dank, and I was cold all over. I was blindfolded and tied down on my back on something soft. That went with the fact that my arms were up high and tight over my head and my legs were wide apart. It didn't take a college degree to figure out it was a blindfold. When I woke up, I knew I was in some serious trouble. I don't know what he put in it, but I think I passed out about ten minutes after I drank it. He left me some orange juice in the fridge, which I thought was nice of him. Sam was nowhere to be found I figured he had work that day. I didn't have any Friday classes, so I woke up late that morning and had my shower. I had planned on going to a "welcome to school" party that Friday night maybe hang out with some people that weekend. Sam did everything but lick his lips, watching me coming out of the bathroom dripping wet.
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My face was kind of plain, I suppose, but I tried to keep my hair nice. I didn't get an athletic scholarship by being out of shape hell, I was cut. I mean, I knew I was all right to look at.
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Oh, man, if I had only known then what I know now! I thought it was odd that he kept looking at me most guys would have gotten embarrassed and looked away. He was somehow always there when I was getting out of the shower, wearing only a towel. Sam was around a little more, kept asking me how things were going, if I was making friends and meeting people. It only started getting weird towards the end of the week. I settled into my classes all right, started meeting people. Sam was always out, working or at the bar with his buddies or something. I signed the lease about an hour after I saw the place, and my stuff was moved in that night. He worked late hours at an office building in town, so we'd hardly ever see each other. The place wasn't too far from the college and the apartment was huge - the biggest I'd seen the whole time I was looking. Sam was an older guy who was looking for a roommate. A young man, alone, far from home, naïve and vulnerable. I didn't know jack or shit about how things could be, and I didn't know that there were guys out there just waiting for an opportunity like me to come along. I figured I could work things out with whoever I rented with, and have my privacy. Sure, it meant having a roommate - the scholarship wasn't paying that much for housing - but at least it wasn't a regulated dorm. I was looking forward to having an apartment where I could have a little freedom. I'd had a few girls in the back seat of my dad's car, but they were few and far between. It made it hard to have a steady girlfriend, or at least steady pussy, when your door had no lock and your mom or dad walked in on you all the time.
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Oh, it hadn't been so bad, but there was no privacy. It wasn't every day that you got a chance to move to another city and get out of your parents' house. My folks were worried about me moving so far away to go to college, but I'd scored the scholarship and they really couldn't say much about it. I had just turned eighteen, and I thought I was ready to be out on my own.