Seamus Ch. 03

Neill was carrying a clear bottle with some sort of yellowish liquid in it. "What's that?" I asked, as he joined me in the steam.

"Oh, you remember that shit Jill won?" he laughed.

"Which shit?" I asked. (Jill seems to have a knack for winning things, probably because she enters every sweepstake she can.)

He waved the bottle in my face, 'Rose's Massage Oil'. "That kit she got with all those face creams and make-up shit for men."

I laughed. It was a bit of a standing joke. "Would that be Radio Live's Metrosexual giveaway?"

Neill nodded. "She palmed a lot of it off onto Greg, but some of it ended up in our room... Want to use it up?"

"Right," I said, with a smirk.

"Should work just like lube," Neill said. "And guess what?"

"It's 'rose-scented'," I read from the back label. We both laughed as he opened the bottle and squirted some on my chest. "Mmmm, so flowery," I said, with a sniff. I couldn't help but take the piss, 'cos there's no way either of us would normally use anything that smelt like roses (that's how 'straight' we were; always scared of what other people would think, I guess.) It didn't smell half-bad, and the oily texture felt great on my skin. I got some on my hands and rubbed him up, paying special attention to his red bulging cock and hairy ball sac.

Neill massaged my chest, my prick, between my legs, so that the water now skimmed over me rather than sticking. He turned me around and did my back as well. His fingers were bloody magic, not too light, nor hard enough to be painful, just enough to penetrate each muscle and give it a good workout. He ironed out knots I didn't even know I had. At the same time, I felt his fat cockhead pressing into the curve of my lower back. As great as the massage felt, all my frantic mind could think about was having that burning shaft push through my virgin hole. "Oh, man," I moaned. "Fuck me- Please, just fuck me-"

"All in good time." Neill kissed the base of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. This was nothing compared to the jolts I felt as his oily palms pressed into my buttocks, swirling up my back and then down again so that his fingertips flicked over the sensitive place between my balls and arsehole. He allowed one hand to linger between my legs, lightly brushing the smooth skin of my balls. The other hand reached for the oil. He drizzled more of the cold liquid down my lower back so that it dripped into my crease.

"Urgh," I groaned. One of his fingers had slipped between my cheeks, guiding the oil down to my arsehole. He used one hand to hold my buttocks apart while he squirted more oil directly over my tight hole. The intense flow on my sensitive pucker caused me to flinch and gasp. I heard the clonk of the bottle dropping to the shower floor. My body jerked as Neill's fingertip pressed into me. The tip of my prick slid against the cold shower-wall.

"It's all right," he whispered. His finger continued to thrust into my hot, tight hole. I really wasn't concerned about it, he'd already fingered me before, with incredible results. It was just that everything he touched had me rippling with pleasure, and I couldn't control the movement my body made in response. I pushed back slightly, forcing his second knuckle past my sphincter.

"Oh God," I murmured. "Fuck my virgin arse... Please fuck me hard..."

Neill countered the catch in his breath by stabbing another finger into me, circling the two inside my hole. I writhed and moaned like some slutty girl. His other hand pulled my hips back quite a bit, so that I was supporting myself more on my arms than my legs and my hips and back were angled. I was worried 'cos I couldn't rub my cock against the wall anymore. As if reading my mind, Neill laughed. "The only way you're getting off is by my rod fucking your arse."

I could easily have pushed back into the shower-side, but I didn't want to. I wanted this cum to be just from Neill's long cock splitting my virgin channel. "Get on with it then, man," I moaned. "Fuck my arse." I didn't realize that as I spoke, he had already lined his fat head up, ready to burst into me as soon as his fingers retreated.

Suddenly I felt this huge, hot thing, stretching my tiny anus. Jolts of pain shot through me. My body tensed, face creased, lips bitten so I would not scream. Neill thrust further into me and my agony increased. A whine crept from my throat. My skin seemed to prickle with pinpoints of pain. "Relax mate," I heard him whisper. 'Easy for you to say,' I thought. I felt sorry for all the girls I had ever given anal. How the fuck could he have enjoyed this torture?

Neill's fingertips brushed across my chest, one hand rubbing a mixture of oil and hot water into my nibbles, the other stroking my cock. I moaned as pleasure mingled with the pain. I must have relaxed a little, since I experienced a sudden stab of pain as his thick knob slid past my tight entrance. Suddenly, it felt a bit better. My sphincter was still stretched wide around his ridged shaft, but not as wide as it had been before.

He was gasping in my ear, as if feeling the same pain as I was. "Fuck, you're so tight. Push down a bit, ease yourself open..."

I rolled my head to the right, so that I could almost see his face behind me in the corner of my eye. The change of position caused the water that had been hitting my head to hit my collarbones, gushing on to my prickly nipples, and down to my engorged cock. The shock caused me to jump, forcing his cock further inside me. My whole body throbbed with the pain of my stretched anal muscles. "What do you mean?" I groaned, as my cock tingled in delight, like it enjoyed the pain.

"It feels like you're all jammed up... Push like you're taking a shit-"

"Argh!" I pushed down as he eased himself further into me. His pole felt slippery and hot, but my arse still resisted the invasion. My abs tensed as I fought to expand my channel. Neill was right, it did ease the pressure; I suppose he had figured that out when I couldn't get inside of him.

He pulled back and pushed in again, going a little deeper this time. My hole pulsed with heat. "How much of you is in there?" I grunted.

"Less than half," Neill said.

"What?" My surprise gave him a chance to force a few more inches inside me. He thrust in and out to loosen me a little more. His hand continued to play my cock, shooting waves of pleasure through my body, until I was shaking back against his chest, pulling myself up almost straight then moving down again. Slowly, I began to realize that most of the pain had passed. I could feel his hot, thick knob and shaft moving easily in my burning rectum. "How much now?" I moaned.

Neill's chest hair rubbed against my back as he bent forwards to tongue my ear. "Nearly there," he whispered. His pace increased. My pelvis started to move against his, thrusting down as he pressed up, forcing more of him into me. The friction of his throbbing cock rubbing against every sensitive place in my tight hole made me moan. My own cock, neglected now that Neill's hands had moved to my hips, burned against my abdomen. I didn't need his touch there anymore; the pressure of his scorching cock inside was enough to keep me unbelievably aroused.

"Harder," I grunted. "Fuck me harder. Split my arse- Uh- Ugh- Uh-" I felt electricity shoot through my veins. My heart skipped several beats. I guessed that this angle was right for massaging my prostate. This was nothing like the pleasant sensation I got from a fingering during a blowjob. My whole body was trembling. I think I saw flashes of color. It felt incredible.

My best mate was fucking my arse and I loved it. I loved him.

Every movement caused my stretched ring to burn, but this was soothed almost immediately by the hot water dripping down my back. I pushed my butt down to split myself further open as Neill's huge pole thrust back and forth inside me. I felt his balls slapping mine as he upped the tempo. He speared deep inside me, causing my abdomen to vibrate and twinge with pain. He pulled out almost completely before returning to that point, the pain receding as his fat cockhead massaged my velvety insides into tremors of pleasure. My expanding cock wept down my abs and onto my tight balls. I babbled out a stream gasped words that made no sense. "Fuck me- Shite- Harder- Oh, God, Neill- You're so good- Fuck me- Fuck me open- Neill- Neill- Yeah- That's good, man- Poke me with your long cock- Harder- Argh- Shit- Fuck me-"

I heard similar words spitting from Neill's lips. "Oh, man, you're so tight- You're so fucking tight- I'm going to loosen you up- Gonna fuck that virgin hole- Gonna shoot cum up you- You did to me- Dirty boy- You love this don't you?- So hot- Go faster- Fuck, Seamus- Tight arse- My cock's splitting you open- Seamus- Oh God, Seamus-" He moaned on and on as his pole rammed into me. We were going faster and faster. The friction scorched through my bowels, burning through to my drooling shaft. My butt muscles bounced off his thighs, feeling the prickle of his hairs and the flexion of his muscles. The movement caused my rectum to clench and release around Neill's slippery pole, increasing the erratic catch in his breathing.

"Uh- Uh-" Neill grunted. He slowed our thrusting right down, rotating his hips so that his cock ground against every surface in my tight hole. I countered by squeezing myself closed, and tilting my hips to crush his cock with my pubic bones. "Urgh," Neill moaned. "Shit man- I'm gonna-"

"Gonna what?" I gasped. I released my muscles and started to move fast against him, fucking myself on his cock. His hands flinched and trembled on the thick, sweaty muscles above my hips.

"Gonna-"

"Gonna what, man?" I could tell by the way his cock seemed to expand and vibrate in my arse that he was close to the edge. "You gonna cum before me?"

"Seamus, you shit," he grumbled. Neill's wet hand grabbed my shaft and started to jack me hard. The assault on both my hole and my cock had me hot and quivering all over. Violent shockwaves shot through me. I convulsed in pleasure. My skin prickled with cold despite the hot water pounding off my back.

Neill pushed into me and held his whole length within. He began to jerk in my sizzling, snug hole. "Admit it-" I groaned. "You're- Argh!" His cock blew a load of semen inside me. The intensity of the explosion forced cum deep into my tight bowels, far further than his embedded cocktip. "Oh- Shit-" It was so hot, shooting through me. Neill pulled back a little, his cock still blasting and quaking. I felt cum press down around his shaft, lubricating to reduce the friction of his movement.

"Oh, man- Oh, fuck-" Neill gasped again and again. His fingers slipped around my shaft, squeezing hard and releasing me with each wave of his orgasm. I couldn't help but cry out, I was so close.

"Neill," I moaned. He had started to ream me again, spreading warm cum all along my burning channel. My knees were beginning to bend. I could hardly take the trembling fire that was shooting through my groin.

His arm slotted beneath my outstretched arms, elbow locking him to my chest. He forced me to stand upright, causing my rectum to tighten around him. His long rod completely filled me at this sharp angle. I moaned as I felt his hard nipples and damp chest hair prickle against my back. The shower water shot hot needles at my tensed face. Neill walked me back, balls swinging against mine, so that the water was aimed at my trembling cock. "Holy shit, Neill," I gasped as both of his hands began to play my length.

I thrashed, forcing his prick to move inside me, contacting every sensitive nerve inside my tight hole. Hot and cold shot over my body. I rolled my head back and growled. His hot mouth and tongue stroked my sensitive neck. "Cum for me," Neill whispered.

"Uh-" I moaned.

His fingers massaged my meat harder. "Cum for me, Seamus," Neill said, again.

I couldn't stop myself anymore. The heat of the water caused my sensitive cockhead to throb. His hands pushed me further, seemingly drawing cum out of me. And the cock in my arse, added incredible, pleasant pressure. "Argh- Uh- Ugh-" I gasped. My body jolted as semen pulsed out of my cock. "Argh- God, Neill..." I moaned, as more and more hot, thick juice blasted onto my chest, quickly washed away by the shower's streaming water. He continued to rub me, using watery cum as a lubricant. He slowly humped his prick in and out of my spasming fuckhole, causing further hot cum to spurt through his fingers.

As I continued to moan, Neill slowed down his hands and pelvis, until finally he stopped altogether. He wrapped his arms around my chest and slumped his head over my left shoulder. "Okay," he murmured. "You win."

"Win what?" I asked. Both of our cocks had begun to soften. I could feel less pressure and heat in my rectum now. I was sort of sad and glad at the same time. Sad, because now that I'd felt him fuck me, I wanted to do it all the time. Glad, because there was no way I would have the energy to do it again and get through a whole day, including rugby practice that night.

Neill laughed. "I was trying to wind you up... You don't cum too soon, mate." He kissed my cheek and started to pull from me.

His cockhead was still wider than his shaft, and took a little more pressure to remove. When it did slither from my burning arsehole, I heard a satisfying sloppy 'pop' noise. "Mmmm..." I said as I turned off the water. I kicked the bottle of oil off the silver hole in the floor so that the water could flow away. "We'll have to thank Jill."

Neill was toweling himself off. He stopped when I spoke. "For what?"

I picked the bottle up, flicked the lid shut, and chucked it to him. "The oil," I said.

Neill gave me a strange look. He started to put on a gray-blue shirt. The cuffs were buttoned, so it took a bit of forcing to get his hands through the sleeves. "We're not telling Jill," he told me.

"I hardly think she'd care-" I began, but he cut across me.

"Damn it Seamus, you're not telling anyone. It's just you and me," Neill snapped. "We're not fucking gay, we're not fucking telling anyone."

I turned away. I didn't want to look at him anymore. The violence of his words shook me to the core. I had clearly read him completely wrong. He hadn't wanted me to come home because he was worried about me 'freaking out'. He had wanted me to come back so he could have another fuck. Now I was no use to him. He didn't care about me. He wasn't my best mate. I pulled on a pair of trackies and a polo shirt, and was about to leave when Neill grabbed me.

I could have easily broken his grip if I wanted to, but I let him maintain it, just struggling enough to let him know that I didn't want him touching me. "Seamus, please-" he said. I couldn't look at him; maybe I'd start crying or bash his face in, I don't know. "Look at me!" he hissed.

Something about the way he spoke made me look at him. I was kind of shocked by what I saw. He was crying. "It's one hell-of-a-lot to take in, man," he whispered. "I didn't think that- It's fucking scary, okay?"

I gave him a hug and kissed his forehead. "Is scary," I said. "I don't- Well, I don't really want anyone to know either."

Neill laughed slightly. "Our dirty little secret then?"

"Okay-"

There was a bang at the door. Damn it, people were always banging on doors around here. A man's voice, "Would you hurry the fuck up, some of us have places to be."

"Shit," I swore. My eyes flicked to Neill's. There was no way out besides the door. "What the fuck are we gonna do?" I hissed.

"Just fuck off and give me a chance to get dressed," Neill yelled out. "Go upstairs if you're so fucking desperate."

"It's a ten dollar fine for talking to a senior hall member like that," the voice said. Liam. Shit. I still think that the fucker must have been following us around.

"Sorry," Neill replied, a little more quietly. "I'm still getting dressed. Why don't you go upstairs for a shower?"

Liam's voice became harsh. "Listen to me, Neill Simmons, either you get out of there right now, or I go and get the master key and unlock the door myself."

"I'm still getting dressed," Neill protested. We were both pulling on as much clothing as we could. Despite there being no way of getting out of this situation, we weren't going to be caught naked. "Gimme a bit more time."

"Well, just hurry up. I've got a gym appointment in half an hour."

I rolled my eyes at Neill. "Usually people have a shower after they go to the gym."

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Neill whispered. "He's not going to go away, is he?"

After less than a minute had passed, Liam banged on the door again. "Are you dressed yet?"

"There's nothing for it," I hissed. "We're going to have to just go and hope like hell no-one else is up."

Neill pursed his lips. He inhaled then exhaled slowly. "Fuck it then." I stood back as he unlocked the door and pushed his way past Liam.

Liam was still dressed in the too-big pajamas I had seen him in earlier that morning. He had this cruel, victorious snarl on his face. His dark eyes narrowed as he saw me. "Look at that," he said. "Two fags in a shower. You better have cleaned it."

Neill bolted. He didn't stop to look at me or get his towel or anything. He was halfway down the hallway before I had registered that he'd left me to pick up the shit. "Go to hell," I told Liam.

I stooped to pick up Neill's gear. As I did so, Liam whispered, "Like having his arse poked, does he?"

The muscles in my neck tightened. I would have let it drop with a verbal comeback, if he hadn't repeated himself, starting with, "Didn't you hear me-" Before I knew what I was doing, Liam's head had knocked into the opposite wall. I rammed him there, fist around his throat. "You say another fucking word and I'll kick you into next month," I barked.

'He can't do anything,' flashed through my mind as I contemplated putting another fist in his stomach. 'What's he going to do? No-one'll believe him... If you do this, you'll be the one in trouble.' I took a deep breath and released my grip. I picked up Neill's stuff and left.

Liam spluttered a little, then called after me, "It's a twenty dollar fine, per person, for indecent acts in a Common Area. Expect an invoice by tonight."

*

Neill was going nuts when I got back to the room. He paced up and down, kicking things and repeating, "What the fuck are we going to do? What the fuck are we going to do?"

He pushed me away when I tried to hold him. "Jesus, Seamus, what the fuck are we going to do? He knows...!"

I sat on my bed and took a few breaths. "You should sit down for a minute," I said. "Just slow down a bit."

Neill's mouth arced in a strange curve as he stopped and faced me. The skin beneath and between his eyes was creased with worry. Still watching me, he sank onto the floor in a fetal position, leaning against his bed. His face dropped onto his arms, wet hair flicking forward to cover any exposed skin. "What are we going to do?" he whispered. "He'll tell everyone... I can't do this, I can't."

I shifted over and sat down beside him. I pulled him in so that his head leant on my knees. My hand stroked his hair. "Who do you think'll believe him?" I asked. "Everyone knows he's a psycho. He says that to anyone and they'll back us up, probably give him a hiding to go with it."

Neill didn't reply.

"Come on," I said. "You really think Harry and Greg, or Nate, or Kev or any of the guys will actually listen to him?" I smiled a little, remembering something Kev had said the day before. "We've got half the bloody female population of the hall to back us up. Liam can't do anything to us. He can't hurt us." How ironic that statement seems now...

After that, Neill did calm down. We kissed and talked logically for a bit, then talked shit like we normally did. We ate some muesli bars that my coach had said were good for energy for breakfast. Then we got our stuff together and went out to lectures.