A cocky frat boy is hiding a secret… no more

I’m Zach. I’m a junior at the University of Michigan. And I’m a closeted jock. Or rather I was a closeted jock until… an hour ago, when I came out to my whole fraternity during our monthly townhall meeting. My whole life I’ve been boning girls, dozens of them, for fun, but also in a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. But the inevitable finally happened, at a student party last weekend. I ran into this alpha male, Brandon, who was visiting from out of town. And he introduced me… to the world of gay sex. And he didn’t just do that. He ravaged my virgin hole with his monster cock and turned me into his bitch. And I loved it! I always thought that, on my first time, I would be a dominant top, the way I was with girls, and the way I am in life. But that’s not how things went down when he popped my cherry.

Then, the next morning, at the frat house, I found out that John, an Asian bro who was also at the party that night, had managed to make a soundtrack of my frolics. You could clearly hear me begging, begging for Brandon to ravage my hole, and then me whimpering like a bitch in heat under the assault of his beer can monster. John blackmailed me and tried to turn me into his sex slave. Although he was not nearly as girthy as Brandon, John still had a nice size cock. So much for the Asian stereotype! He fucked me rough, forcing me to keep my jockstraps on while he was puffing up my hole. And I loved it too. I even soiled my jockstraps, handsfree. And John took lots of videos with his phone, thinking he’d have further leverage on me.

But with my coming out during the townhall meeting, the tables have turned. John is fully closeted too. And I don’t think he really wants me to let the whole world know that it’s with him I’ve been doing the dirty inside the frat house. It’s revenge time!

‘On your knees, bitch!’ I ordered after entering John’s room and closing the door behind me.

And he did.

And I grabbed my phone.

I could see in his eyes that John was terrified by the situation. Not so much the prospect of swallowing my cock, but the prospect of having it caught on camera, for posterity. In a matter of seconds, he went from predator to prey, and never saw it coming. John wasn’t out and he wasn’t ready for that. He was probably fighting hard to not shit his pants right now.

‘Fish my cock out, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘It shouldn’t be too difficult, I’m hard already’.

John pulled my sweatpants down and the outline of my hardon was clearly visible in my boxer briefs. He then pulled down my boxer briefs and my 8-incher sprung out, waving in front of his face.

‘Put it in your mouth, bitch!’ I ordered.

He grabbed the base of my cock with his right hand and wrapped his lips around my dickhead. And he started bobbing up and down.

‘Look at me, bitch, when you’re blowing me!’ I ordered.

And John looked up, and realized I was filming him with my phone.

‘Oh yeah! Just like that!’ I encouraged him.

‘You like that, bitch?’ I asked. ‘You like a big cock in your mouth?’

And John nodded. I wasn’t sure whether that’s because he agreed or because he felt pressured to nod.

‘That’s what I thought’ I continued. ‘You were made for sucking dick’.

And John continued working my dick.

‘Wait a little’ I said. ‘Let me text this to you. That way, you’ll have something to beat off to, when you’re lonely at night. And then, if something were to happen to my phone, we’d still have a trace of your cock sucking skills somewhere in the cloud’.

‘Should I add someone else and make it a group text?’ I asked.

‘Please don’t’ John begged, having pulled my cock out of his mouth for a second. ‘Don’t send it to anyone else. I’ll do anything you want’.

‘I’m glad you feel that way’ I replied, ‘because I have a lot in the store for you’.

‘Send’ I said as I pressed the screen.

And I tossed my phone on John’s bed. And I grabbed the back of his head. And I heard the notification on his phone that my text had gone through.

‘Take it all, bitch!’ I ordered.

And I pulled his head toward me, forcing him to swallow me whole. No girl had ever been able to swallow my 8 inches. Brandon last weekend was the first person who had managed to do it. But John wasn’t able to, not even close. You could tell he was brand new at sucking dick. He started gagging and slurping with still a few inches to spare. But I kept pressing the back of his head, while face fucking him. I didn’t really care if he could swallow me whole or not. Just watching him struggle and slobber down his face was enough for my enjoyment.

‘You suck at this’ I said. ‘Let’s switch hole’.

‘Have you ever been fucked before?’ I asked.

‘No’ John said, with tremble in his voice.

‘You’ll love it’ I said. ‘Every girl I’ve ever fucked has always loved it. You’re my girl now’.

‘Strip for me, girl!’ I said. ‘Let me find some nice music’.

I grabbed my phone and googled ‘Let’s get it on’. I started playing the song and John started dancing while taking his T-shirt off, waving it around, and throwing it up in the air.

‘You suck at this too, bitch!’ I said. ‘I wanna see more passion. Work it, bitch!’

Contrary to popular belief, not all gays know how to dance. At least not closeted gays. But John continued to dance the best he could, taking his pants off, and then his socks, and eventually his underwear. He was now dancing naked in front of me, his flaccid dick waving between his smooth legs.

‘Oh, you shaved your pussy, girl!’ I joked. ‘You made yourself nice and clean for your man’.

‘On your knees, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘I went soft watching your pathetic dance. Get me hard again’.

And he did. And I stuck my dick in his mouth. And he started blowing me again.

‘Get on the bed, bitch!’ I said, once I was back to full hardness. ‘On you back!’

And he did. And I grabbed my phone again.

‘Grab the back of your knees, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘And show me that tight pussy of yours!’

John obliged, exposing his hairless rosebud. I zoomed in on the valley-like flesh that kind of looked like a reverse volcano, leading to a small crater that had been dormant for all these years. And then I angled my phone up, to make sure I caught a glimpse of his face in the background.

‘Nice and tight!’ I joked. ‘Enjoy it while it lasts’.

Although this would be my first time fucking another dude, I’ve had anal with enough girls before to know how to get a virgin hole ready for my inches. I took the lube out and poured a big glob onto his rosebud. I circled around for a few moments before pushing my middle finger in a little. I managed to get down to my first knuckle, but his hole was clamping down on my finger, almost cutting my blood flow.

‘Fuck, you’re tight!’ I exclaimed. ‘My dick is getting in there regardless’ I continued. ‘We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s up to you. If I were you, I’d loosen up a bit or you won’t be able to take a shit for a week after I fuck you’.

I followed the simple rule, which is to always use more lube. And the second time around, I managed to insert my middle finger all the way in. I finger fucked him a few times and, while doing that, I think I found his G-spot. Girls don’t have a G-spot down that hole, so it was somewhat new to me. But I’m pretty sure that’s what it was.

‘Open up, girl’ I warned, ‘cause I’m sticking a second finger in’.

I poured more lube and forced a second finger in, facing just as much resistance as the first time. John was wincing and clearly not enjoying the experience, or at least not yet, based on his flaccid dick that was barely longer than an inch at that point.

‘Fuck, you’re still tight!’ I continued. ‘I could use a third finger to loosen you up some more. But I won’t. I want you to feel me when I get in. And I want you to watch me when I pop your cherry’.

I saw the look of panic in John’s eyes as I said those words. It was revenge time. And the bitch was mine. All mine!

I lubed up his hole one last time. I greased up my pole as well, and I lined it up for the plowing.

‘Take a deep breath, girl!’ I said. ‘I’m going in, whether you like it or not. And I’m taking no prisoner’.

‘You might want to bite on something’ I suggested, as I stuck his underwear in his mouth.

And I pushed in.

As expected, John’s hole was sealed shut, not wanting to budge. But I’ve done this enough times before to not let that stop me. When I’ve fucked girls up the ass before, I’ve always done it doggy style, breathing down their necks and whispering words of encouragement down their ears. But not with John. I wanted him on his back, still grabbing the back of his knees. And I wanted him to watch me while I desecrated him.

I grabbed the base of my pole with my right hand, to give it more rigidity, and I pushed through, until John’s gate finally gave way. I heard John scream loudly, his cries muffled by his underwear, while I felt my member slowly sink into his depths.

‘I’m in, bitch! You’re mine’ I proudly declared. ‘You thought you could own me? Who’s owning you now, bitch?’

And I kept sinking in, inch after inch, while John kept wincing and crying in his underwear. After a few seconds, most of my tool was inside him. But I could still see a bit of flesh at the base of my cock, between his hairless hole and my blond pubes. I grabbed my phone and started filming his tight hole while I forced my meat up and down his passage; and his face as he was leaving permanent bitemarks on his underwear.

‘I have a couple more inches for you. Do you want them, bitch?’ I asked.

‘Nnoooo!’ I heard him plea though his underwear.

‘Too bad, you’re taking them anyway’ I said. And in one quick hip movement, I forced my rod all the way down his cunt, until my pubes were pressed against his taint. And John screamed through his underwear.

‘Good girl!’ I said. ‘You’re filled to the brim!’

And I started slow fucking him, to stretch his tight hole and get him used to the invasion.

‘Time to flip you around’ I said after a minute or two. ‘On your knees, bitch! I want to take you doggy style’.

I pulled out and his swollen hole shut right back in front of me. I flipped him around and yanked his underwear out of his mouth.

‘You don’t need these anymore’ I said. ‘I want to hear you loud and clear’.

I poured another big glob of lube on his desecrated hole. I stood up behind him, my legs spread eagle on each side of his ass, and I lined up my pole for the reentry.

‘Open up for your man, girl!’ I said. ‘I’m getting back in’.

And with one strong push, I popped his cherry for the second time, and sank back in, three quarters of the way. I could hear some grinding of teeth, but John didn’t scream the way he had in his underwear when I first broke him in.

I brought my right hand underneath him and I cupped his package. John’s dick was completely soft.

‘You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself, girl’ I whispered in his ear. ‘We’re gonna need to change that. I have a reputation’.

And I started slow fucking him again, this time from behind. I think that position is called bulldog doggy style. It’s always been my favorite. I loved the pendulum movement of my hips behind his ass. It felt like it wasn’t just my dick, but my whole body that was pounding the shit out of him. That position is always a power trip for me. I feel like a fucking Viking warrior with every thrust. 200 lbs of pure muscles swinging in one direction. And John had no choice but to take it, powerlessly, letting out a little moan with every thrust. And I also loved the sound of my balls, flapping around, in-between my spread-eagle legs.

‘You’re loosening up’ I said. ‘Good girl!’

And little by little, I started picking up the pace, both in speed and in range. John’s hole was finally loosening up a little, which was not saying much given how fucking tight he was when I first broke him in. But his inner walls were still hugging my pole along its entire length, both on the way in and out. It felt amazing! But in addition to the physical sensation, the fact I was punishing the guy who had successfully blackmailed me added to the excitement.

Every closeted guy is scared shit, living in fear that his secret will be discovered. Coming out is a big deal for a reason. And being outed by someone else at a time when you might or might not be ready for it, at a time when you might or might not feel safe coming out, is probably one of the worse things that could happen to you. But for a player like me, who was known for boning a new chick every week, who had a reputation in the frat house, having my secret exposed like that… Letting the whole world know that I was just a gigantic fraud, that hiding behind my 200 lbs of muscle, was just a little sissy, who liked nothing better than being dominated by another dude, and a whimpering slut too. That would have been the end of my world.

I didn’t want to come out today. Not right now, and not the way I did it. But I grew the balls to do it anyway because I felt I had no other choice. Between all the bad options I had at this point, coming out right here right now was probably the least worst, if that even makes sense.

And John knew I wasn’t ready to come out. And he took advantage of it. He took advantage of me, at a time when I was the most vulnerable. And he disrespected me, treated me like I was his thing. Well, guess what? The tables have turned. And John’s got a secret too. And now he’s mine. And to be clear, I have zero intention of outing him. But he doesn’t know that. My main objective is to teach him a lesson. And I think he’s getting it.

So, I kept pounding the shit out of him. And my balls kept flapping against his taint. I had both my hands grabbing his waist while he was up on all four underneath. John was no longer screaming the way he was when I first strained his virgin hole. But I could still hear a faint moan with every thrust. I couldn’t tell by the sound of it if it was pain or pleasure. I couldn’t really read his voice the way I could when I was boning a girl from behind. Hopefully, I’ll eventually develop that skill with guys as well. And that’s kind of the problem with doggy style too. I love the position. I love the dominance of it. But you can’t watch the bottom’s face and read their facial expression the same way you can when they’re on their back.

After a while, in addition to the flapping of my balls against John’s taint, I started hearing a second kind of flapping. I brought my right hand in between his legs to double-check my suspicion. And it was indeed what I thought. At some point during the fucking, John had gotten rock-hard, and his rigid member was now hitting his stomach with every thrust. And a droplet of precum had formed at the end of his piss slit, ready to drip over the bed cover.

‘Look at you!’ I exclaimed. ‘You’re all hard and stuff!’

‘You like that, bitch?’ I asked. ‘You like a big dick up your ass?’

No answer.

‘I can’t hear you, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘Hasn’t your mom told you it was the polite thing to do, to answer when someone asks you a question?’

‘Do you like a big dick up your ass?’ I reiterated.

‘Yes’ he responded.

‘And why is that?’ I continued.

No answer.

‘Why do you like a big dick up your ass?’ I asked again. ‘Because you’re a bitch, bitch!’

‘Say it!’ I ordered.

‘Yes, I’m a bitch’ John said.

‘I know you are’ I replied.

‘And whose bitch are you?’ I asked.

‘Yours’ he responded. ‘I’m your bitch’.

‘Yes, you are’ I continued. ‘And you like MY big dick. Everybody likes my big dick!’

And I grabbed John’s hair and pulled on it to tilt his head up.

‘Turn your head, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘Watch me! Watch me fuck you, like the little bitch you are!’

And in one quick thrust, I forced all eight of my inches in his slutty cunt and stayed there, as deep as I could for a few seconds. I got a ‘humpf’ out of him when I did that, John looking at me from the corner of his eye. There was no denying that I owned him at this point.

And I went back to pounding him.

Having managed to get him rock-hard increased my stamina 1,000%. It kind of felt like one of these porn movies. You know, the types that are actually trying to have a storyline before the sex scenes. When a robber is being caught stealing at another dude’s house, and the dude who’s being robbed decides to teach him a lesson by pounding the shit out of him. And the robber actually enjoys it. That’s exactly what it felt like. I was teaching John a lesson. I was making him my bitch to try to humiliate him and make him inferior. And he loved it! Or maybe he didn’t love it, but his body still couldn’t resist the tingling of my 8-incher on his magic spot.

Regardless, John getting hard made me feel like a fucking stud. It was proof that my 8-inch cock could please another dude, the same way I had pleased dozens of chicks before him. I had just taken John’s manhood away from him and turned him into a girl, my girl. Sure, he still had a dick, and a decent size one too. I had just felt it in my hand and could hear it bang against his stomach. But I made him get off on my cock, turning his backdoor into a cunt.

‘Take that, bitch!’ I told John, as I was slapping his lower back.

I then lowered my body, my sweaty stomach now pressing against his back, and my chin puff scratching the back of his neck. And I whispered in his ear: ‘I got you where I wanted you, bitch! Now, Daddy’s gonna milk you, and make you squirm like the little bitch you are’.

I grabbed his hardon and started jerking him in front, in unison with my pounding of his slutty hole in the back. It felt weird to jerk another guy’s dick. John’s dick was a couple of inches shorter than my 8-incher. But it was a bit thicker. His girth filled up my fist nicely, even if the range of my jerking was more limited than with my longer cock. But his dick still felt great in my hand. And I started fondling his left nipple with my other hand.

‘You like that, bitch?’ I whispered in his ear. ‘Are you getting close for Daddy?’

‘Uuhhuuhh’ he mumbled.

And the sounds coming out of his mouth were now undeniably pleasure. John was getting close. I could hear it in his voice, I could just feel it from the way his body was reacting. And I heard him starting to whimper. The whimpers of a little bitch. The whimpers I had been waiting for all along. I took him where I wanted him.

‘Fuck! I’m gonna cum!’ John eventually warned.

And a couple of seconds later, his Asian juice started flying out of his piss slit, spraying the bed cover underneath him, while he let out a long ‘Aaarrrggghhh!’

‘Oh yeah!’ I exulted. ‘Shoot for me, Baby!’

‘You can’t resist my dick’ I continued. ‘Nobody can!’

And more squirts kept gushing out of his overheating dick, as I kept squeezing it harder. There were now dozens of white droplets soiling the bed cover underneath him, until the flow eventually dried up and his dick started deflating in my hand.

‘Good girl!’ I said. ‘That’s a lot of milk! You made your Daddy very proud’.

‘These must be pretty empty’ I joked, as I pulled on his ball sack until I got a little scream of discomfort out of him.

‘But I’m not done with you, bitch!’ I continued. ‘Now, it’s my turn to seed you. I’m gonna fill you up. You’re gonna regain all the weight you just lost. And some!’

I let go of his softening dick, grabbed his waist on both sides, and I started pounding the shit out of him.

‘Get ready for it, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘It’s coming!’

John’s no-longer virgin hole was now enduring an absolute beating and his moaning had transitioned back to pain, having exhausted all the pleasure he could experience when he released his pent-up juice on the bed cover. And I felt my own juice boiling inside my balls, and then the pressure building inside my shaft. That familiar sensation I had felt hundreds of times, thousands of times in my life. But for the first time, the final destination was going to be another dude’s ass. And eventually… my dick exploded, releasing a big rope of my jizz deep inside John’s chute.

‘Take it! Take it, bitch!’ I yelled. ‘Fffuuuucccckkkkk!!!’

And I kept pumping, more and more of my seeds inside his guts, making him mine, claiming him as my property. John’s cunt had just been added to the long list of dumping grounds for my love potion. But he started a new column. His cunt was the first male hole to ever receive my seeds. Just the thought of that made me explode even more. Until my balls were hollowed out and had no more potion to give.

I eventually stopped thrusting, leaving my dick inside John’s ass. Unlike him, my dick didn’t deflate immediately after shooting. I was still rock-hard, and still lodged deep inside of him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my stomach on his back for a few seconds while catching my breath, my mouth panting right next to his.

And I eventually pulled my still hard cock out of his ass, allowing his hole to shrink back to its normal shut position.

‘Come lick me clean, bitch!’ I ordered.

I stepped in front of him, my hard dick flapping in-between my legs, a droplet of cum about to drip out of my piss slit.

‘Swallow it, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘Swallow it before it drips’.

And John opened his lips, and reluctantly took the tip of my manhood inside his mouth.

‘Not just the tip, bitch!’ I ordered. ‘All of it! Lick me clean!’

And John grabbed the base of my dick with his hand and worked my cummy rod, like I had ordered him to. And I grabbed my phone again.

After he was done, I grabbed my stuff and started getting dressed, without saying a word. John was just sitting naked on his bed, like if he was staring at the abyss.

I grabbed the door handle, but before opening it, I gave him one last look.

‘Now, we’re even, bitch!’ I declared. ‘And I’ll never fuck you again, cause I don’t fuck losers’.

‘You’re just a piece of shit, you know!’ I added. ‘I hope you figure your shit out for yourself’.

And I left and went back to living my life, a whole new chapter about to commence.