Molded like Clay Part 03

Ty couldn’t sleep. The thought of that doll being gone was too much of a worry for him. More because of how much he enjoyed what happened the night before. The more he thought about it the more his body reacted, remembering those soft hands running up and down his cock. But they weren’t femenine. They were definitely some man’s hands. And he didn’t like that. He stewed in his mind, thinking about it over and over again, ‘How could I get off with a guy touching me?’

However, the loud knock on his door kept him from getting any sleep at all. Apparently he’d stayed up through the night and it was already nine in the morning again. “Damn it!” Jeff shouted. “Go the fuck away!”

The knocking continued. “Ty,” it was Kent, the RA, on the other side of the door. “We need to talk.”

Ty groaned as he rolled out of bed. “Fucking…” he cursed under his breath as he went to the door. “What.”

Kent rolled his eyes. Davis was standing directly behind him. He was using the other man as a shield. “You,” Kent started off, “I’ve been told that you have been harassing other students.”

“Have I?” Ty growled. His eyes narrowed in onto Davis, who seemed to cower further behind Kent.

“That’s what I’m here to find out,” Kent said. “Now, I’d like it not to leave the three of us, so let’s just talk it out in my room. Okay?”

“Fine. Whatever,” Ty grabbed a shirt and tried to pull it over his chest. It clung tightly to every bit of him, just barely being able to get over his more muscular body. He could hear parts of it rip around his armpits as he moved around. “Lead the way.”

Kent started off towards his room with Davis right behind him. Ty followed begrudgingly, fixing his hair and trying to get a little bit more comfortable. Jeff had only sized up that outfit for the night and the rest of his clothes were still the size they had been. The tension around his chest and arms was so frustrating that he just wanted to rip his shirt off right then and there. But there was no way he was going to do that in front of someone like Davis.

“Sit,” Kent said. “Now,” he crossed his arms while sitting on his own bed. Davis remained standing in the corner while Ty took a seat on the desk chair. “Is it true what I heard?”

Ty leaned back. “Look. I was just pissed last night. Okay? I was looking for something and I didn’t need him bothering me.”

“All you had to do was say you were sorry!” Davis shouted. “That’s it!”

“Whatever,” Ty scoffed. He didn’t want to listen to someone like Davis plead with him. He had his own things to worry about. But then he felt those hands on his body again. A weight pressed against his waist. It was almost like someone was sitting on top of him despite the fact that he was currently sitting up.

Two soft hands ran the length of his abs and up his chest. Ty’s body shuttered at the experience. His mouth hung open. “Uhh…” he stared blankly as two fingers twirled around his nipples.

“Look,” Kent crossed his arms. “I really don’t give a shit. I think you should apologize, so how about it?”

“Fuck no,” even Ty was surprised with how quickly he answered the question. In any other circumstance he would have lied, given the fake apology and just tried to avoid Davis for the remainder of the time he was here. But it wouldn’t come out. No matter how he tried to form the words, they stayed caught in his throat.

‘You can’t lie anymore,’ a whisper in his ear informed him. He felt the light nibble against the cartilage with two hands firmly planted on his chest. They kept groping his muscular body. He could feel them underneath his shirt; running down the sides of his torso. The light ticklish sensation made him squirm in his seat as the nerves fired randomly. It didn’t help that he could feel blood rushing through his body in the one place he didn’t want it to go.

Kent tightened his hands into fists and squeezed. “Again,” he asserted the word loudly, “I can’t make you apologize, but I think it would be the right thing to do. Would an apology be enough for you Davis?” Each word was emphasized as Kent tried to keep his calm. Davis nodded, so all Ty had to do was say the two magic words.

He grit his teeth. His face contorted as he put everything in his power to get out the word, “I’m,” but then those two hands squeezed his firm ass. He jumped at the sensation. Ty quickly looked at the spot he was sitting. Of course nothing was there.

“What now!?” Kent raised his voice. He obviously didn’t want to be part of this.

Davis stepped between them. “Just say your sorry! Please!”

Ty leaned over and grabbed Davis by the shoulders. He gripped tightly. “I can’t.” An unbelievable anger filled each of his words. However, the tightness in his face quickly changed to a wide open mouth as he felt something invade his tight asshole. It was wet and sloppily trying to worm it’s way inside of him. “Oh god,” he gripped Davis even tighter.

The small man should have easily yelped under the pressure but didn’t seem to budge. He felt the tongue invade even deeper. It wasn’t much but enough to get on his insides. Every muscle in Ty’s body tightened as he tried his best not to cum. His dick throbbed the longer it went on. He couldn’t think about anything else.

“Oh god!” he cried out. Pleasure was starting to seep in over the fear. He was starting to enjoy it. He didn’t want it to stop. Just feeling that wet sloppy tongue dig deeper and deeper inside him filled him with joy. “So good,” he moaned. “Don’t stop… Don’t stop...”

The disembodied tongue was more than happy to comply. Those invisible hands gripped tightly onto his legs as the face burrowed deeper into him. His tight ass made it difficult, but that didn’t deter the other man at all. He seemed to love the challenge.

“Oh god! So good! More! More!” Ty kept repeating. His dick bounced with joy. He tried to grip onto Davis’ shoulders even tighter, just to hold on for one more second, but the sensation was too much for his body to handle. He felt his hips thrust and cum shoot out of his dick. “Oh fuck…” he moaned. A smile filling his face as his knees went weak under the climax.

“WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK!?” Kent shouted. Ty jumped back in surprise. He could feel the white slimy liquid starting to run down his leg. “Are you fucking serious bro! Did you really just fucking do that in my fucking room!?”

“I--I--I--” Ty stammered looking for an answer. He didn’t have one. And then there was Davis looking at him wide eyed and filled with utter confusion.

“Are you… Ty, Are you gay?” he asked. It was such a simple question. One Ty never felt like he’d have to answer in his life. Fear overtook him again as he felt the question linger in the air. He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t have an answer.

Ty’s first action was to bolt. He quickly let go of Davis and sprinted out of the room. “Fucking right! You Goddamned weirdo!” Kent shouted out after him. It was just down the hall and Ty was back in his room. He felt his stomach sink at the implication he’d just done. He’d just cum right in front of two guys while feeling another one pleasure his asshole.

“Fuck…” Ty slid his back down the dorm room door.