My junior year at Troy State was my favorite year. I had the best room in the dorm. It was on the top floor buffered from any loud stereos by the janitor's room and a storage room and my room was twice the size of the rest of the rooms in the dorm. Plus it was right at the top of the stairs. Except that our dorm had a community bathroom on every floor, it was a nice dorm. The community bathrooms had private shower stalls each with curtains on one side and urinals and toilets on the other. In front there were sinks in the center where you entered. My junior year, I got assigned an honor student as a room mate. From the first time I saw him, I knew we wouldn't get along. He was about half my size. He wore tortish-shell rimmed round glasses, had blondish-brown hair and looked like he weighed about 100 lbs. His name was Irving. Even though he was a sophmore, nobody ever heard of him when I told my friends about him.
The semester started like all the others. Parties opened the semester. My friends didn't like climbing the stairs to get to my room so we usually partied at friends apartments off-campus, or we had parties in dorms where the room was near the ground floor. This set well with Irving because he liked it quite. Every evening I came in, he'd be at his little desk in the far corner next to his bed with his books cracked open and his desk light on. If he wasn't eating or in class, there he'd sit. No wonder no one knew him, he didn't socialize, he just studied all the time. Try as I did, I could never get him to say more than a few words. When he'd go take his shower, it was always early in the morning around 7 AM. He said it was quieter then. I figured it was cause he was scared to take a shower with other people in the room. Whenever I came back from my showers, I'd take my towel off in the room. I didn't care if he saw my heavenly body. Hell, at least I was more modest than some guys in the dorm. They didn't even bother to wear there towels to and from the showers. Irving always wore a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and rubber slippers.
One night I decided I'd try to loosen him up. I brought home a nearly full fifth of Jack Daniels I stole from a party. I asked if he wanted to drink. He said no thank you. I was slightly drunk and didn't want to stop there. I poured him a half a dixie cup full and sat it on his desk. "Drink it!" I said. He looked up and I thought I saw a hint of fear in his eyes. I gave him a mean look and slammed my hand on the table. "Drink it!" He jilted in his chair and immediately grabbed the cup and to my suprise, he drank it down in one swallow, coughing when he finished like he lost his breath. I said, "_d_a_m_n_, did you like that you little fag?" He nodded his head, so I poured him another half a cup. He began to protest, but I gave him another look which caused him to quickly grab the cup and drink it down too. I began to feel a little gutsy and decided to test my new sense of power. "Get up" I said. I could hear his breathing trembling. He stumbled out of his chair and nearly toppled it over. He stood there as if expecting another order. I told him to get his clothes off, turn his light out and go to bed. He was done studying tonight. He astonished me by doing as I said. He kept staring at me as though I was going to hit him. I walked over, took my shoes off and sank into my bed still in the clothes I had on and quickly fell asleep. A little while later, I woke up and instead of the outside streetlight illuminating our room, I noticed Irving had his desklight on. He was at his desk in his underwear. I sat up in bed and yelled, "What the _f_u_c_k_ are you doing, you idiot. Did I not tell you to go to bed?" He stuttered out a "Yes, but..." I got out of bed and wasn't quite sure what I was going to do, but I knew it had to be harsher than earlier that evening. Cause this little fag was not playing me for a fool. "You act scared of me, but you obviously aren't." Irving shut off the light and quickly got up to put his chair under his desk. All I could think about was my nephew, and what I did to him when he was bad. Even though Irving was much older than my nephew, he was about the same size. Before I knew it, I grabbed him around the waist and picked him up. He immediately started to scream. His body's light weight made it easy for me to throw him around. I turned him upside down and carried him across the room to my bed. There, I sat and pulled his light body over my legs and began to slap his ass with my hands. He kept yelling, which hurt my head. I grabbed his mouth and told him if he didn't shut up, I'd find something to shut him up with. He begged me to let him go. I continued slapping his ass through his white briefs, but he kept yelling for help. I picked him up and threw him on my bed. I reached for the elastic on his briefs and began to pull them down. He grabbed the elastic and we began a tug-of-war over them. He kept yelling, "No, no, no." I forced his grip off his underwear and I pulled hard. They stretched and exposed a fairly stiffened dick. He immediately grabbed to cover his nakedness and I took that opportunity to pull his underwear all the way off. His screams fell quiet.
"What's wrong now, you afraid someone might come to your rescue you and find you naked?" I said. "Why aren't you yelling now mister bad ass." A strong urge of dislike came rushing out of me. I started shoving his underwear in his mouth. He began to push away. Now that I was concentrating on his mouth, I could see by the outside light his face was streeked with tears. I didn't care but continued to forcibly shoved those tighty whities in his mouth. I grabbed him around the waist and turned him upside down again. "I'll teach you to disobey me you stupid little book worm. You should be greatful I don't throw you from the window." I once again threw him across my lap and started slapping the hell out of his now naked butt. He was screaming and crying. I told him the more crying meant the more slapping his bare ass was going to get. He finally reduced his screaming to stiffled muffles. "Are you going to do as I tell you from now on?" I said to him. His head was shaking yes. He was grunting in an afirmative way. I stopped and rested my hand on his ass. I was breathing hard like I had ran a marathon. So was Irving. With the adrinaline drained, I looked down at his naked body over my lap and thought, I must really be drunk. What the hell is going on here. I looked at his red ass and could feel the heat rising up on my hand. I couldn't beleive what I had just done. But no matter how shocked I was, I couldn't let him know it. I put my hands down on the bed. "OK, stand up." I said. He slowly grabbed my leg and pushed himself up to stand. I kept as mean a look on my face as I could. I was suprised when I looked at him. He stood there, arms crossed infront of him with his hands covering his dick and balls. I looked and saw a rolled up white ball of cotton brief still in his mouth. Discustingly, I reached up and yanked his briefs out of his mouth and to the floor. Rubbing my hands on my jeans to remove his saliva, I kept feeling something more sticky getting on my hands. When I looked I saw that the right leg of my jeans was covered in a sticky clear wet mess. "Oh _f_u_c_k_, that's your dick _s_h_i_t_." I yelled at him. "Did you cum on me?!!" I asked astonishingly. So scared and unable to speak, he shook his head no. "Then you precummed all over me you little _s_h_i_t_." He began to tremble more. "I'm sorry." he whispered real quickly. Right then, I was so mad. I don't know what happened to me. It was as if I crossed over to a different mental state, I said something even I couldn't believe I was saying. "Get down here and you lick this up. Now!" His eyes widened. "What!?" he gasped. "You heard me, get down here and lick this up." I stood up and grabbed his neck and forced him to the ground. He grabbed my leg and started licking my jeans. The thought of his precum on my leg groased me out so much, I started taking my pants off. He backed away crouching on the floor. I pulled my jeans off. I noticed that he was slowly moving towards his underwear as though he were trying to steal them. I slapped at his arm with my jeans and told him those were mine now. I hadn't told him he could have those back. I told him to get up and get back to his bed and go to sleep. "Go on, git." I saw his dick bouncing in the illuminary light of the room. It was at full staff. I remember thinking it was pretty big for a guy his size. I kicked his underwear into my locker. I got my shirt off and fell into bed. As I lay there, I touched my briefs and was suprised to find out that my dick had done some leaking of its own.