Carl at Uni Ch. 03: Preyed On

The following morning, Kevin had already left for lectures when Carl woke up. The boys hadn't spoken about last night, being milked in front of the entire Halls of Residence. It was something everyone had witnessed and yet it was somehow their dirty secret. They also didn't know how they felt about it themselves let alone what the other boy felt, so it was hard to start the conversation. What would they say, anyway?

As he got up and noticed some of the girls lingering outside his room for a glimpse of him naked, Alison, the pudgy girl with frizzy hair who had taken such a delight in being the first girl to milk Carl and Kevin appeared.

'Have you got a minute,' she said, looking at Carl, with just a towel wrapped around him, ready to jump into the shower. He nodded.

'I've got a text from Mrs. Simmonds to say that you need to keep your body shaved at all times. And she said she mentioned this to you,' said Alison, looking down at her phone as if she were reading the text, which Carl was pretty sure she wasn't. It had actually been 'Nurse' Sandra -- who turned out to be a cleaner rather than a nurse -- who had told him to keep his body shaved but he just nodded to confirm that was true. 'Well, she's asked me to take care of it,' said Alison, now looking at him, a smile on her fat face.

Carl doubted this but didn't know how to argue the point. Besides, he did want to keep his body smooth, seeing as so many girls and women seemed to like it that way, so he decided to accept all this as true. Following him into the bathroom, Alison watched him drop the towel, turn on the water and begin to shower, which made Carl's penis start to rise. He soaped himself and could feel Alison's eyes on him through the steamed-up glass of the shower. When he got out she watched him dry himself then started to inspect his body as if looking for hairs that she needed to deal with. She had run some water into the sink, had produced a new razor and tiny bottle of shaving oil from her pocket and, demanding that Carl raise his arms, started to anoint his armpits with the oil before dipping the razor in the water and scratching away at what little stubble that was there.

Then, re-dipping the razor, she rubbed a little of the oil around his nipples and pecked at them, though there was really nothing to shave, before going down on her knees and rubbing the oil into the patch above Carl's penis where pubic hair would have been if he had been allowed to grow any of it. The feeling of her fat little fingers massaging the oil into his body so close to the base of his penis made the already semi-erect organ expand. Alison smiled a secret smile and drank in the sight of Carl's slowly growing penis.

And as it rose towards her face, and Carl blushed deeply, thankful that Kevin had gone to an early lecture, Alison re-wetted the razor and ran it around the base of Carl's penis, lifting it up to do the underside, by which time it was properly hard. Holding it like this, in private, she was so tempted to put it in her mouth but then all pretence of this being official would be gone, so she resisted, feeling the butterflies in her stomach... and in her knickers.

Taking each ball in her hand, she turned them over and nipped at them with the razor, stretching the skin of Carl's scrotum over the testicles so she had something to press against, breathing in the smell of this clean boy, his balls slightly musky.

When she had taken as long as she dared at this, she said, matter-of-factly, 'Now, let's go into the bedroom and I can finish you off...' Carl didn't know what she meant by this but she instructed him to lie on his back on his bed and hold his ankles so she could shave the rest of him. Carl did as he was told while Alison went to the bathroom to fill up a glass with warm water for her razor.

When she came back, Carl was, as instructed, lying on his back, an ankle in each hand, his buttocks stretched apart so that his little pink anus was there to greet Alison... and now Sarah, who had appeared at the doorway with a casual, 'Don't mind me.' Looking down at this beautiful boy in such a vulnerable position, Alison couldn't help but let out a groan of pleasure. Carl's penis was completely hard and, with his body curled up like this, it reached way up his body.

'I bet he could lick it if he tried,' said Sarah, as she watched Alison tinkle her razor in the glass and start to rub the shaving oil on the hardened ridge between Carl's balls and his anus. Alison giggled, massaging Carl in a way that was clearly not just about lubricating him for his shave.

'Do you think you could, Carl?' said Alison.

'Sorry, what, Miss?' said Carl, who had been so ashamed he had kind of zoned out.

'Do you think you could reach the tip of your penis with your tongue in this position?' she said, in the sort of tone you would use on a child particularly slow on the uptake.

'Erm, I'm not sure, Miss,' said Carl, his face red from shame and from holding this position.

'Well, try,' said Sarah from the doorway. Carl put his tongue out... it was inches from the head of his penis. 'Try harder!' barked Sarah. He strained forward, his tongue out and... managed it. He'd never done this before and there was something weird about tasting his own precum on his penis and feeling his tongue on the head. The girls were shrieking with delight and demanding that he do it again. Sarah even got her phone out and started taking pictures with Carl aware that not only was she getting shots of him licking the tip of his own penis but also of his buttocks stretched wide apart, his anus clearly visible.

As Sarah trundled off, laughing to herself and looking at her pictures of Carl splayed out, licking the tip of his own penis, Alison refocused on the job in hand and told Carl to pull his ankles further apart so she could shave his hole. He complied and felt Alison's fingers smear the oil around his anus and onto it. Even a little into it. His penis gave an involuntary twitch and a little precum drizzled out onto his chest. Alison noticed this and continued, easing the tip of her finger just in then out of Carl's hole, making him gasp and twitch every time. To have him splayed out for her like this, a young man so much more beautiful than she would ever have again, made her heart beat faster and her face burn with pleasure.

He then felt the razor around his hole. It gave him a couple of minutes respite and his penis stopped twitching. Then, the hole completely smooth -- it was pretty smooth to begin with, to be honest -- he felt Alison's finger back on it. Back in it. His head went back involuntarily, his penis hardened so much it almost hurt and he could hear groans coming from his mouth even though he was not aware of groaning. Alison carried on invading his tight pink hole, watching his penis twitching, desperate for a human hand on it.

'I could milk you now, if you want,' she said, looking at Carl's beautiful face from between his stretched-out thighs.

'Oh, please, please,' said Carl, desperate for his penis to be gripped and worked.

'Please what?' said Alison, sensing the power that was in her hand at this moment.

'Please, Miss. Please. I'll do anything.'

'Anything? I'll hold you to that,' smirked Alison as, with her left forefinger still being gripped by Carl's hole, she moved her other hand along the shaft of his penis, teasing it by barely touching it.....

'Please, Miss. Please.'

Alison enjoyed her moment of power, watching Carl's balls heaving, feeling his anus twitching on her finger, seeing the powerful ridge between his balls and hole throb. When she finally gripped his penis, he gasped. 'Thank you. Thank you, Miss.'

'I'm going to milk you... but on one condition,' said Alison, slowly drawing the skin of Carl's shaft up and down as he breathed heavily, desperate for her to grip it, to really wank him.

'Anything,' he said. 'Anything you want.'

'I want you to stay in this position while I milk you. Holding your ankles wide apart...'

'Yes,' gasped Carl. 'Yes.'

She gripped a little harder, worked her hand slick with precum over the head of his penis, making him gasp then bite his lips in case any noise he made should bring any of the other girls to witness his humiliation, his begging.

'And I want to see you cum like this so the sperm lands in your mouth...'

There was a short pause. Then, biting his lips, Carl nodded. 'Anything...' he said.

At this, Alison started working on Carl's penis for real. Gripping it, feeling the hardness of it, looking at the bulging veins along the shaft, the drool of precum from the little eye in the head, her finger further inside him, feeling it squeezing her as she massaged the lumpy bit inside him. Carl was breathing deeply, his body heaving, gasping though clenched teeth and then... 'Now, please...'

Alison continued, nodded at him, giving her permission for him to release his sperm, which, when it came -- and with her finger inside him, there was a pause - hit him first in the face, then right in the mouth, then again in the mouth, and then on the neck, the chest, until the last of it was drizzling onto Alison's hand as she felt his body relax while she drew her finger slowly back out of him. She looked up at him, his face splattered with his own sperm and smiled. He closed his eyes. He couldn't bear to see her. Then he felt her. She'd moved up to his face and was kissing the warm sperm from his mouth, trying to press her tongue into his mouth. He turned his head away. She laughed and got up and threw a towel on him. 'Clean yourself up,' she said. 'And you probably need another shower.'

...

Kevin had got up and had his shower a couple of hours before Carl was even awake. Maybe it was because he wanted to avoid the peering-in of the girls but he did have an early lecture anyway. Once dressed in his usual grey sweatpants with no underwear, so the head of his cock rubbed against the fabric just enough to keep it permanently lively with just a t-shirt as the weather was warm and with his bag on his back, he slipped down the stairs and into the kitchen, hoping to find himself alone. No such luck.

Sitting in the kitchen with a coffee in front of her was Susan, not Sue. Never Sue. She was rake thin, pale and had red hair parted in the middle. She was almost unreasonably plain and, despite quite pretty eyes and fairly cute freckles, the main thing about her face were her teeth, the front two of which were large enough to prevent her mouth ever quite closing. As Kevin walked in, she looked up, almost, he thought, as if she were expecting him.

Susan, never Sue, was expecting him. She had been thinking about him all night. She was still kicking herself for not volunteering to milk him and Carl the night before but stupid Alison was always pushing herself forward so no one else ever got a chance. She liked Carl. How could anyone not like Carl? He was beautiful with his strange but sexy hairlessness. And his penis, the first she'd ever seen in the flesh, was amazing. But it was Kevin who had really inspired her. His manliness, the hair, the muscles, the darkness not only of his skin and hair but his look. Carl felt like a boy, Kevin was a man.

She had watched as Alison had stripped him and milked him the night before burning with envy. She wanted it to be her hand on that thick, veiny penis. She wanted it to be her hand covered in Kevin's creamy sperm. She had gone to bed straight after Carl and Kevin to touch herself thinking about them, but especially Kevin, and their beautiful bodies and their stiff penises and the look on their faces as they gave up their sperm. To bloody Alison.

Susan had no experience with boys or men but she knew she liked them. She was always hanging around the soccer matches at school just to watch the lumps in the boys' shorts move around as they ran, wondering what they looked like, what they felt like. But last night was the first time she'd ever been able to really see a penis, a hard penis at that. And sperm. And so she had set her alarm to get up early hoping that she would catch one of the boys -- hopefully Kevin -- as they came down to the kitchen.

'Oh, hello,' said Kevin as he saw her as he went over to the kettle to make a coffee before he left.

'Hello,' said Susan, looking him over, noticing the penis -- she always noticed penises -- in his grey tracksuit bottoms, the ridge of the helmet tantalisingly visible. 'Aren't you forgetting something?'

Kevin turned to look at her, not knowing what she meant. She was holding something white in her hand, waggling it.

'Aren't you supposed to be wearing these whenever you're in the house?' she said, her eyebrows up, daring him to defy her.

'But I'm just about to go out to a lecture,' said Kevin, blushing, which delighted her.

'Yes and when you do go out to your lecture, you can put your clothes on,' she said in a voice that had the sound of authority. 'But while you're in this house, you wear these.'

Without looking at her, he walked towards her, his penis banging the front of his sweatpants, and took the little white stretchy briefs he and Carl had been instructed to wear at all times while in the house so the girls could keep an eye on their penises. He pulled the T-shirt over his head and put it on the back of the chair, scooped his trainers off with his feet and then bent forward to take his sweatpants to the ground. Susan watched.

Once off his feet, he picked up the sweatpants, put them over the chair with the T-shirt and, looking at the briefs to work out which was front and which was back, leaned forward to put his feet into them, then pulled them up and rearranged them around his penis, which had, against his will, started to thicken, and his balls.

'That's better,' said Susan, brazenly looking at the bulge in the tight, almost see-through briefs: the balls, one sitting on top of the other, the underside of that thick manly penis, the curve of the underside of the helmet, even the veins that ran through it. At the waistband, thick black pubic hair was creeping out, running in a line up to Kevin's navel. She took it all in, and the thick furry legs and the slim waist and the muscular chest with its black hair.

'Could you make me a coffee while you're doing yours?' she then asked, as if the previous couple of minutes hadn't happened. Kevin went back to the kettle, giving Susan a view of his muscular buttocks in the briefs that didn't even come up far enough to cover the top of the crack in his manly arse. She gazed as he put coffee powder into cups, poured the boiling water over and came back towards Susan, now looking at his bulge, with the coffee.

'Milk?' she said, eyebrows raised.

'Oh, sorry,' replied Kevin, putting the cups down and returning to the fridge. Coming back, he added the milk to Susan's cup, looking at her for a sign of when was enough, then leaving the carton on the table sat down at the table and gave her an embarrassed little smile.

'Sit back a bit, I want to look at you,' said Susan, inspired by Alison's quickness to get what she wanted the night before. Kevin pushed his chair back a little so Susan could see him from feet up.

'Spread your thighs a little,' she said. He did as he was told and saw her taking in his body, his balls facing her in the little briefs, and his penis, which was now starting to really stir under her attention. There was a smirk on her face, a look of satisfaction, as she looked up to his embarrassed face and then down to the growing penis in the stretchy white briefs.

'That's going to break out of those altogether if you're not careful,' she said, looking at his penis, which twitched as she referred to it. He gave an embarrassed chuckle and shrugged his muscular shoulders as he reached for his coffee.

'Actually, come here a minute,' said Susan, at which Kevin stood and walked towards her. 'Closer,' she said, until he was standing right in front of her, the by now almost erect penis right in front of her eyes. Then, thinking of how Alison had just dived in last night, Susan put out a hand and started to feel Kevin's testicles -- the first time she'd ever felt a man - through the fabric of the briefs. Kevin gave out an involuntary groan.

'Oh, you like that?' said Susan, continuing to caress the balls as she watched the head of Kevin's penis finally breach the waistband of the briefs, so that the underside of the helmet was right there for her to enjoy. She moved her hand up and gently stroked the pink head that was straining to get out. The skin was so soft! She ran her finger underneath and found a little precum, which she started to smear around the head of Kevin's penis as he let out more little groans.

'Actually, have you been milked this morning, Kevin?' asked Susan.

'Erm, no, Miss,' said Kevin. Why did he always start saying Miss when he was being touched like this? 'But I have a lecture...'

'Milking is more important than your lecture,' said Susan in a voice she almost didn't recognise as her own, it had that sort of authority in it. 'Go straight up to my room and I will be there directly to milk you. I'm number 4.'

'Yes, Miss,' said Kevin, collecting his clothes and making for the stairs as Susan watched him, her belly fluttering at the thought of what she was about to do with this beautiful young man, the most beautiful young man she'd ever seen with the first penis she had ever touched.

Upstairs, in room 4, Kevin was waiting, feeling foolish standing in some girl's room, all gonks and posters of idiot pop stars, in just a pair of briefs, his penis clearly visible. He stood, his hands behind his back, waiting until he heard steps on the stairs, along the corridor until Susan appeared in the door. She came in and ignored him, went to her desk and started clearing it of laptop and books and pads and pens. When it was completely clear, she turned to Kevin and said, 'Take your briefs off.' He obeyed and stood there, naked in front of her, his penis already responding to the attention.

'Now, climb up onto my desk and I want to see you on all fours.' Again, Kevin did as he was told, got onto the desk and onto all fours, waiting for the next thing to happen. Susan circled him, enjoying the moment, taking in the sight of this beautiful young man, naked, waiting for her to touch him. His shoulders, tensed supporting his body. His torso, muscular at the chest and then so slim you could count his ribs. His buttocks, so hard and then the gap between them, the black hair, the little pink anus just visible.

She put out a hand and placed it on his shoulders. He gave a little jump. Then she traced it down his arms, feeling the biceps and the triceps, then back up and down to his broad hairy chest, giving his nipples a little nip with her fingers, then down to his belly, making sure to avoid touching the penis that was lying flat to his stomach, dripping precum. Then she felt his feet -- big, beautiful feet -- then up his calves and his thighs, then his buttocks. Kevin was loving this but was desperate for her to touch his penis. It was twitching, needing to be gripped, but she kept him waiting.

She weighed his testicles in her hand, making him groan a little, then traced her finger down the line that went underneath him and disappeared into the hair around his hole. And then, coming round to his side, she reached underneath him and gripped the shaft of his penis. His head went back, a groan came from deep within him. She started to move her hand up and down his penis and could see his buttocks clenching and unclenching as she did it. When she let her hand slide over the head of his penis, gathering precum and rubbing it into his helmet, he flinched.

'Actually, I need to see this better,' said Susan. 'Climb down for a moment.' Kevin was confused but, as usual, he did as he was told, got off the desk and stood beside it, hands behind his back as he'd been taught, his penis straight up against his stomach, which was sticky with precum. He watched as Susan climbed up on the table and lay on her back, where he had just been. 'Now get back on as you were before,' she ordered.