A cocky frat boy is hiding a secret… no more

(This chapter is not a follow-up to Chapter one. It is the exact same story, but narrated from Zach’s Point of View, instead of from Brandon’s).

I’m Zach. I just started my junior year at the University of Michigan in Ann Arbor. I was born and raised in Michigan, in Grosse Pointe, one of the wealthiest suburbs of Detroit. Both my parents are executives in the auto industry, and I have just one older sister who now lives in Chicago. After graduating from college, I hope to go into sports journalism. While there is no journalism school per se at the U of M, I’m studying writing and I’ve been able to build connections in the sports world through my summer internships. We’ll see how it goes. I also belong to one of the fraternities on campus. All in all, I’m what you could call a typical jock.

My sex life started when I lost my virginity as a freshman in high school. The girl who took it was a junior and I wasn’t her first. When I took my pants off, she complimented me on the size of my dick. I have a nice 8-incher. It might have been a little bit smaller at the time, but it was already a decent size. Apparently, she kissed and told, because the word got around at school that I was packing more than average, and girls started flocking my way. It didn’t hurt that I was also good looking, blond with blue eyes, and that I was a star baseball player. In my early days, I boned a couple of girls who were older than me, including two seniors. Fucking a senior was kind of a badge of honor for a freshman. That word got around as well and I got lots of high fives from my buddies, most of whom were still virgins at the time. It certainly cemented my reputation as a stud.

Once I had ticked the senior box, I focused on girls from my class. My high school had around 1,200 students. So, there were 150 girls in my graduating class. By the beginning of my senior year, I had already boned 30 of them. My condom budget in high school was higher than most 401K contributions. I actually maintained a ‘Leader Board’ on a spreadsheet on my computer where I scored every girl I fucked. I also asked them to score me in comparison to the other guys who had fucked them before. I averaged a nice 9.4 but a couple even scored me a perfect 10.

Early on, I realized that girls liked to be treated like shit. The more I degraded them, the more they came back. All this ‘me too’ rhetoric about ‘toxic masculinity’ was just bullshit. When you scratched the varnish, you realized that, deep down, girls respected guys who took charge. The more you treated them like whores, the more they obeyed you. And guys nowadays are so scared shit of saying or doing anything ‘offensive’ that they all turned into pussies. So, if you were one of the last men standing, you were kind of in a league of your own. Maybe for boyfriend material, girls were looking for Prince Charming who offered them flowers and rubbed their feet. But for their dirty little secret on the side, they were craving a bad boy. ‘I make them good girls go bad’ as the song goes.

And I never had any problem treating chicks the way they wanted to. Girls I boned went through a regimented ‘initiation course’.

Level 1: I fucked them doggy style, face down, ass up, with my chicken stuffing their pussy from behind, me spreading my thighs on each side of their ass and spanking their lower back while fucking them. Until sophomore year, most of the girls I fucked were either virgins or had only had plain vanilla sex a handful of times, usually just missionary with another virgin. Stuffing their faces in the pillows while I boned them from behind set expectations.

Level 2: They got down on their knees, me standing up, and they blew me to completion. But before I was about to blow, I pulled my dick out of their mouth and sprayed my jizz all over their face. I normally tried to abstain for two or three days before Level 2 to make sure I produced plenty of juice for their baptism. Not jerking off for three days when you’re a teenager is pure torture, but the thrill of watching my white spunk dripping on their faces was exhilarating. Then, I made them lick my dick clean. And after that, I used my dickhead like a squeegee, feeding them all the jizz down their face, and making them swallow it all. I made it clear I wouldn’t tolerate them wasting a single drop of my juice on the floor.

Level 3 was anal. Most girls said no at first, but you’d be surprised how many eventually came back, when they realized it was either that or it was the end of their run. Fucking girls up the ass was always my favorite. First, their asses were usually a lot tighter than their pussies and the squeezing sensation on my dick was unbelievable. But more importantly, the rule was that anal had to be raw. Feeling their bare skin on my unprotected tool and then planting my seeds deep inside them, claiming them as mine, was an absolute power trip for me. And all that without the risk of getting them pregnant and having to get an abortion, or even worse, them keeping the baby and making me pay for it for the rest of my life.

Once chicks had worked their way up through levels 1, 2, and 3, they were allowed to move to Level 4: the full Zach Wilson experience. I would fuck them in all kinds of positions and make them realize that sex with their ex (or current) boyfriends was nothing compared to the pleasure they could get from sex with me. Part of my initiation was also to make girls realize that they had vocal cords and that they’d better make good use of them while I was boning them. I made them respond to my dirty talk. Any reference to the size of my cock or the effect it was having on their pussies were my favorites and pushed me to be the best fucker I could. I also made sure their decibels went up the closer I brought them to climaxing. Nothing thrilled me more than a girl whimpering when she couldn’t resist the torrent of sensations my 8-incher was bringing to her pussy.

Even though I made girls do things most of them had never done before, it was always consensual. I didn’t have time for the drama of arguing or convincing. I never begged either. They did. Things were simple: Either they wanted to experience the best sex of their life, or they didn’t. If not, they always had the option to go back to their boyfriend’s 5-inch dick, his plain vanilla sex, and have him ask about her ‘feelings’ when they were done.

I usually boned girls in my bedroom, but sometimes also on the living room’s couch. I even tried the kitchen’s countertops. Both my parents commuted to Detroit for work and my sister, who’s four years older than me, had already gone off to college by the time I started high school. Most days after school, I had the whole house to myself until 6:30 or 7pm. In my room, I had found a technique to angle my webcam in a way that I could record the whole scene. I never posted any video on the Internet or anything. That wasn’t the point. I just viewed the footage as life insurance, having some leverage in case things went south and a girl unhappy to get dumped started causing trouble. Luckily, I never had to use any footage for that purpose. However, I did share screenshots on my phone with my buddies from time to time. The ones with the girl’s face covered in my spunk and the ones of them screaming when I was drilling them up the ass were always the most popular.

One year, during baseball camp, I organized a game show in my dorm where I played the audio of chicks screaming while I was pounding them, and contestants had to guess who the chicks were. It cemented my position at the very top of the totem pole, even though I didn’t really need that. But it also got me into trouble as one of the chicks I made scream like a whore was the girlfriend of another player on the team. And he never made her scream like that. But he was just a junior varsity player, so I told him to zip it. Instead of being mad at me, he’d be better off letting me teach him how I made girls scream like that, if he had the right size tool, of course.

I usually had two girls on the go at any given point in time, sometimes three, but at that point, scheduling conflicts became really complicated to manage, especially during baseball season when I had practice almost every day. If girls became too attached or wanted to become exclusive, I would just dump them, giving them time to reflect on what they did.

‘Begging’ is a word that gets thrown around a lot in sex talk, but I’ve had so many girls ‘begging’ me to take them back after I dumped them, some of them crying hysterically. If I did take them back, I made them start all over again at Level 2 and make them work their way back up before they had the privilege to have me fuck them again. After making them swallow my spunk dripping down their face and take my 8 inches up the ass, all on the same day, I made them lick my dick clean, after I had just fucked them up the ass, kind of a Level 3.1. Once all that was done, the hierarchy was clearly reestablished, and was here to stay. It was all smooth sailing after that, until I was the one who would get tired of them, and eventually have them replaced with fresh meat, and tighter pussies.

Walking down the hallway in high school was like a parade for me, knowing that, every five seconds, I would run into a girl who had to swallow my cum at some point in her life. One time in Government class, we were studying the women’s voting rights movement. One of the girls tried to make a point that it should be the other way around and that, if only women were allowed to vote, this country would be a better place. I stared at her while she was talking and brushed my upper lip with my tongue, mimicking when she had to wipe my cum off her face. She started mumbling and made a fool of herself in front of the entire class. The teacher had to ask her if she was OK, since she was normally more articulate than that. I was so proud I made her swallow… her words back.

But my life as a ladies’ man was just a big lie.

Deep down, the one student I really wanted to bone was Anthony Di Napolitano. He was also a baseball player, and I couldn’t get my mind off of him. His nickname was DNA, a clever play of words with his initials, because he had good genes and there wasn’t a single guy in the entire school who didn’t want at least some of his genes. He was taller than me at 6’3” vs. my 6’0”. He was equally built. But he was so fucking masculine. By the time we were seniors, he was sporting a full beard. Being able to grow facial hair was kind of a badge of honors for guys in high school, given most of us could only grow a goatee at that point, and a lot of guys couldn’t even do that. In the locker room, I also noticed he started growing chest hair. It began in junior year. At that time, it was just a little patch in-between his pecs. But by our senior year, dark hair was covering a good portion of his chest, from one nipple to the other. Being blond with blue eyes, my own chest was completely smooth. Needless to say, Anthony Di Napolitano had a dark Mediterranean complexion, but he also had amazing blue eyes that were almost as light as mine. Fuck, he was hot!

DNA was more boyfriend material than I was, and he would normally keep a girlfriend for several months, until the relationship would run its course, the way teenage romances do. When he broke up with his girlfriend our senior year, and she became available, I did everything I could to become her rebound guy. That’s the only time in my life I actively chased a girl. Normally, they just fell into my lap with minimal effort. After weeks of trying, I finally scored with her. I spared her levels 2 and 3 and skipped straight to vaginal sex. I fucked her even harder than I normally did. It was a do-or-die situation to manage to make her scream when I boned her. I had heard that DNA’s cock was a bit shorter than mine but a lot thicker; not surprising, based on seeing the girth of his flaccid dick in the locker room. I gave her a perfect 10. But I wasn’t quite sure if she was that good in the sheets or if it was just the satisfaction from knowing that my cock was foraging where Anthony’s cock had been before me. The footage of her screaming while I was boning her became my go-to beat-off video. I would shoot faster and further than I ever did, just watching her scream, and picturing DNA boning her with his big Italian sausage.

And then Covid happened.

Lockdown was a traumatic experience for a lot of people. You would think I had it pretty good in Grosse Pointe, in our big house, with a nice backyard, and being only a couple of blocks from Lake St Clair. But for a hypersexual hunk like me, who was used to banging girls after school on a daily basis, Covid sent my world upside down. Our high school shut down. Classes moved online. My parents started working from home. And my sister moved back home from college. I went from having the house to myself every afternoon, with skimpy visitors whenever I wanted, to having to share the house with my whole family and not being allowed to have anybody over. Even jerking off wasn’t straightforward anymore.

The only positive coming out of Covid was that I gained 15 lbs over the spring and summer. Most people gained weight during Covid, usually from eating gallons of ice cream while binge watching Joe Exotic on Netflix. But their excess weight ended up in their mid-section. My 15 lbs ended up in my biceps, my pecs, and my thighs. During Covid, I made use of our home gym like never before. And I was RIPPED by the end of the summer.

My porn consumption also went through the roof during Covid. And it wasn’t just my own videos of me boning girls. I started watching real porn. And in a matter of days, I went from occasional gay porn to 100% gay porn. I couldn’t lie to myself anymore. Guy-on-guy sex was what really turned me on. By week 2 of lockdown, I had completely lost interest in pussies. I was all about dicks. I meticulously erased my browsing history every evening, scared shit that my dad or my sister would ever find out.

I tended to gravitate towards videos of little twinks getting destroyed by big muscle guys. I particularly enjoyed the scenes when you could compare the big fat schlong of the muscle guy boning him with the skinny dick of the little twink being banged. I couldn’t help but wonder if the ass of a little twink felt as tight as the ass of the chicks I had fucked.

I also liked videos of young tops fucking more mature guys, especially if the young top kind of looked like me and the mature guy had the dark features of Anthony Di Napolitano. No need to explain why.

And I also watched a lot of fraternity amateur videos. I was looking forward to Rush Week, being a pledge, and experience all the things these guys were doing in the videos. Rush week would give me the opportunity to fuck a guy for the first time without it looking gay, since that’s what you had to do to get into a fraternity apparently. But none of that ever happened. By the time college started, lockdown was still in full force and Rush Week was held virtually. What The Fuck! But I still got into one of the fraternities. Spending my college years in a house full of bros walking around shirtless most of the time was the best thing that could ever happen to me, even if I remained fully closeted.

I landed a scholarship to play baseball at a 2nd tier university, but I opted to turn it down and go to the University of Michigan instead. When you grow up in Michigan, you’re either a Maize and Blue or a Green and White family. Nobody gives a fuck about the other universities, like the one that offered me a scholarship. Mine was a Maize and Blue family all the way. Both my parents went to the U of M. That’s actually where they met. And when my sister decided to go out of state instead, it was somewhat of a disappointment for my parents, my dad especially. Growing up, we always went to the Big House for football games, where we had season tickets, and I always knew that’s where I would end up as a student. My parents agreed to pay my in-state tuition, so that I didn’t have to rack up tens of thousands in student debt. Only if I decided to go to grad school afterwards would I have to pay for it myself. A lot of my uncles, aunts, and cousins went to the U of M as well. One of my uncles is actually what is referred to as a ‘major donor’ to the university and has a scholarship under his name. Last check he wrote, he kind of mentioned that his favorite nephew was applying. And I got in.

The first semester of my freshman year was entirely online. After being robbed of my high school graduation and robbed of Rush Week, I was now being robbed of my first college experience. My consumption of gay porn remained outrageous, although my sex life started showing a pulse again. Overtime, we began breaking the social distancing rules and started boning again. I remember fucking a girl up the ass with no protection, while we were both wearing masks, and feeling like the whole thing was ridiculous.

Once vaccines became available in the second semester, life gradually went back to normal. But it’s really in my sophomore year that my dick came back with a vengeance. I unleashed the horses so to speak and released all that pent-up frustration in my balls. I also got my first tattoo and both my nipples pierced. Sophomore year was the only time in my life when girls seemed to be just as horny as guys, and everybody was humping like rabbits to make up for lost time. My pussy count increased by 30 in the first semester of my sophomore year. I boned more girls in six months than I had in the first four years since my dick had been unwrapped from its original packaging.

Life was good, but I was still trapped in the persona I had built, and I was scared shit to make any pass at another dude. My reputation in the frat house would have been ruined if anybody found out I liked dicks.

Fast forward to the beginning of my junior year. Me and a couple of my bros decided to go to a party that wasn’t at a frat house. Greek life can be a bit incestuous at times and it was refreshing to explore the outside world from time to time. The party we went to was at a place called the ‘House of Seven’ because it’s a big house with... seven roommates. Duh! As seniors graduated and rooms became available in the house, new roommates got kind of coopted by the existing roommates and the house of seven always remained a hot spot for student parties over the years.

I was really hoping I’d be scoring pussy at the party. I hadn’t boned a girl for more than a week and my swollen balls were about to explode. Supposedly, there’d be a lot of hot chicks at the party. But isn’t every other party supposed to have a lot of hot chicks?

The party was in full swing and there must have been 200 students in the house of seven. I was scouting the room for chicks…

… and then I saw him.

At first, I thought it was Anthony Di Napolitano and I just froze. He must have been 6’3” of solid muscles, although not nearly as ripped as me. He looked like he could have walked out of a photo shoot. He had a nice short beard that he must have groomed for half an hour before going out. And he had the same blue eyes as DNA. He was wearing a flannel shirt and looked like a fucking lumberjack, but not like these Seattle hipsters who are sporting a ZZ Top beard but couldn’t swing an ax to save their life. He was the real deal. I felt a little stiffness in my sweatpants when I first saw him. He was masculine as fuck!

I kept staring at him, trying not to get caught. But there was something off about him. He was surrounded by all these hot chicks who were fighting like mud wrestlers to catch his attention, but he seemed completely unfazed. Although he was politely smiling at whatever conversation the chicks were having, he kept scouting the room as if he was looking for something else. Either he had incredibly high standards, because some of these girls were smoking, or he just wasn’t interested. I don’t have much of a gaydar. I can only recognize super flamboyant gays. But who couldn’t? I was secretly praying he was into dudes, and I’d be able to stuff my 8 inches in his hairy Italian hole later tonight.

But the thing that turned me wild was his dark chest hair. He had the top buttons of his shirt undone and his chest hair was sticking out like boxwood in a French garden. I just couldn’t take my eyes off of him and he eventually caught me staring. I quickly looked away and turned to the chick next to him. She had a nice rack by the way, which he seemed completely oblivious to.

I went back to the conversation my buddies and I were having and next time I looked again, the guy was gone. Fuck! I ditched my bros, pretending I had to make a phone call and I started looking for him. He wasn’t in any of the other rooms in the house. So, I went to the backyard outside where the party was overflowing and Bingo! I found him. I made sure he didn’t see me look at him and went to chat with a couple of guys I knew from English class. I positioned myself in a way that I had a direct view of the guy. And this time, I tried not to get caught staring.

But one time, as I looked his way, it was him who was staring at me, like… insistently. So, I stared back, and we looked each other in the eye for what felt like an eternity. I had no clue where this was going. I’m the one who looked away first.

The next time I looked in his direction again, the guy had walked to the keg to refill his cup. This was my window of opportunity to approach him, pretending I had to refill my cup too. I had no clue how to strike up a conversation with a gay guy, especially when I was just hoping he was gay but didn’t even know for sure. I’m not very good with pick-up lines and I had no idea how things worked in the gay world. I rushed to the keg before he was done refilling his cup, not quite sure what I was going to say. But he’s the one who came up to me first.

‘Were you looking for me?’ he asked.

I wasn’t prepared for this, and I didn’t know what to respond. ‘Why would I be looking for you?’ I replied, with an annoyed tone in my voice. ‘Do I even know you?’

‘Not yet, but you’re about to’ he responded.

‘I’m Brandon’ he continued, extending his hand in my direction. This kind of forced me to shake his hand if I didn’t want to come across as a complete douche.

‘I’m Zach’ I replied.

The guy pressed my hand, hard, almost crushing my bones. I wasn’t expecting that, and it caught me by surprise. He smiled at me while crushing my hand, with a ‘Gotcha!’ kind of look, my blue eyes looking up to his blue eyes, three inches above mine.

‘Nice to meet you Zach’ he said, letting go of my hand.

I wanted to shake my hand off, but that would have been a display of weakness. So, I played it cool, even though I was hurt, and also pissed I had let my guard down with the guy I was hoping to dominate later.

We started making small talk. I found out he was not even a student and lived in New York. He was visiting Ann Arbor for the first time. I was trying to impress him, the way you talk to recruiters in a job interview. I’m sure I came across as a complete moron. While we were making small talk, we were sizing each other up. He was older, taller, and hairier than me. But I was more muscular. I would flex my biceps when taking a sip of my beer. But he responded by scratching his chest hair, while looking at my chin puff, kind of mocking my sparce facial hair compared to his full beard. I was now 99% sure the guy was gay, and he was after my dick. Fuck! I was intimidated. This was a golden opportunity to fuck a dude for the first time. The fact he was from out of town and flying out tomorrow made it a lot more discreet for me. But I hated feeling like a complete newbie while this was clearly not his first rodeo. I’m sure he could tell I wanted his ass but had never done anything like this before.

‘What do you say we find a quieter place to talk?’ he said.

I just nodded and followed him inside the house. We made our way upstairs. We tried to open several bedroom doors, but the first couple were locked. Luckily for us, the third one wasn’t. And we both went in.

He had barely locked the door behind us, that he got down on his knees, and pulled my sweatpants down. And before I even got time to react, he had already grabbed my cock through the fabric of my boxer briefs.

Fuck! This guy wasted no time. This must be what gay sex was like: an all-you-can-fuck buffet where you go back whenever you want and as many times as you want. If you pair up two dudes who are just as horny as each other, of course, they’ll bang non-stop. How do gay guys even find time to eat if they’re humping all the time? My dreams were coming true. This guy just got down on his knees to suck my dick without me even asking for it. He jumped directly to Level 2 and would soon jump to Level 3. After I was done spraying my juice all over his beard, I’d be planting my seeds in his hungry ass.

My cock was already semi-hard and there was a gooey wet spot in my boxer briefs, right where my dickhead was. He started stroking my dick and it grew to its full 8 inches inside my undies, poking out on the side, past my hip bone. I lowered my boxer briefs, and my dick swung free, right in front of his eyes.

‘Wow, nice cock!’ he said.

‘Yup, 8 inches!’ I said. ‘Second longest in the frat house’.

The reason why I knew that was that during March Madness, our fraternity came up with… a different kind of bracket. All the guys in the frat house got paired up with another brother and we each had to measure our dicks. The one with the longest one would advance to the next round. With my 8 inches, I felt pretty confident I could go far. And I did. I went all the way to the finals. We have two token black guys in the frat house, and I lost in the finals to one of them. Tyrone is his name. He’s hung like a horse: Close to 10 inches and thicker than a drainpipe. The other black guy was in my half of the bracket, but he lost in the second round against the guy I beat in the quarterfinals. It must suck to be a black guy and not have the monster cock every girl expects you to have. We also have a couple of Asian guys in the frat house. They all lost in the first round, except for one who made it to the second round. The guy who lost to him in the first round got all kinds of shit for losing to an Asian guy. He got nicknamed ‘Shorty’ ever since. We’re not always the smartest bunch in the frat house.

But for now, I was just enjoying Brandon sucking my dick. And he knew how to suck a dick! I’ve had my dick sucked dozens of times before, but never by a guy. Girls often sucked my dick because I made them do it at Level 2. But they always seemed to do it as an obligation, kind of like you do your taxes or take the trash out. You do it because you have to, but you wish you didn’t. This guy was sucking my dick like he wanted to. And he knew what he was doing. Fuck, he was good!

He bobbed his head up and down my shaft a couple of times, just like girls did. But then, he started getting further down my shaft, swallowing my inches one-by-one, until he had his nose buried in my pubes.

‘Holly shit, dude!’ I exclaimed. ‘Nobody has ever been able to take my entire dick before.’

The combination of him sucking my dick like a pro and me already thinking ahead about where I’d be spraying my juice when I pulled out got the best of me. Before I even had time to react, I felt my orgasm rise.

‘Fuck dude! I’m gonna cum’ I said.

And just like that, I grabbed his head on both sides and started feeding him my protein. And he swallowed it all, until my balls ran dry. He had barely started working my cock, but he pressed all the right buttons, and I wasn’t able to last more than 30 seconds. I didn’t even have time to pull out before blowing in his mouth. Fuck!

‘Dude, that’s the best blowjob I’ve ever had’ I admitted.

He didn’t say anything, but he looked at me like he had an edge over me, sexually speaking.

He stood up, towering over me again, him fully clothed, me still wearing my T-shirt but naked from the waist down, my softening dick hanging in front of me, and my sweatpants at my ankles. And he asked me to return the favor. I felt a bit nervous, admitting to him I had never sucked a dick before. But I had to rebound from my embarrassingly quick release.

He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants and signaled to me I had to take it from there. I brought my hands to his zipper. He had to help me lower his jeans since they were so skinny on his big thighs. He was now in his boxer briefs and, based on the bulge upfront, he was either packing or rock hard, or both. I grabbed his shaft through the fabric, and it felt girthy, thicker than mine. While I was jerking him, Brandon took his shirt off, revealing his hairy chest. It was perfect, the hairy chest of a real man. More hair than I’ll ever be able to grow, but not overpowering. He had the right amount in all the right places: a nice treasure trail, up to his belly button, a thin line of dark hair connecting his treasure trail to his chest hair, and the nice hairy chest I had been fantasizing about for the last hour, peeking out of his shirt at the party downstairs. I started getting hard again.

He pulled my T-shirt off, revealing my completely smooth stomach while I was drooling over his hairy chest. Next to him, I looked like a twink, a muscle twink though. While he pulled my T-shirt off, I stepped out of my sweatpants and kicked them to the side. I was now buck-naked in front of him, aside from my baseball cap, which he asked me to keep, saying I looked hot with it.

He started pinching my pecs while I started rubbing my hands through his chest hair. I had never felt chest hair before. It felt awesome! So fucking masculine! I wanted to bury my nose in it, lick his nipples, and soak in all his manliness. I wanted to see more of him, and I was dying to see his dick. I brought my hands to the waistband and lowered them. His hard cock sprung out.

‘Fuck! Your dick is huge!’ I exclaimed.

Having played competitive sports my whole life, I’ve seen tons of naked guys in the locker room. But I haven’t seen many hard dicks, aside from March Madness at the frat house, and I beat them all, except for Tyrone’s horse cock in the finals. But even then, I never touched Tyrone’s cock and I never had it right in my face. Brandon pressed on my shoulders, making me kneel in front of his cock, the same way I had made dozens of girls kneel in front of my cock before. His cock was even more intimidating from up close. It looked like it was a bit shorter than my 8 inches, but it was so much thicker, probably twice as thick as mine. Fuck! I just realized right then that my dick was probably not as impressive as I always thought it was. And at that very moment, I felt like the pencil-dicked twinks I loved watching getting fucked by girthier cocks. I just felt… inferior.

I grabbed Brandon’s hard cock and put it in my mouth. I had to stretch my jaws to try to take it all, but I didn’t go much further than two or three inches deep. It was so weird having a cock in my mouth. It tasted sweaty and salty, but not in a bad way. When girls were sucking my dick, I never gave any thought as to what my dick could taste like. They just took it. That’s all! I could also smell his pubes a couple of inches from my nostrils. His pubes smelled so masculine, like if testosterone was evaporating. I wondered if my pubes smelled that strong.

While I was sucking his dick, I fully realized I sucked at it, no pun intended. If a girl had done such a lousy job sucking my dick, I would have ordered her to put more effort into it. But his dick was so fucking thick, I wasn’t sure how to handle it properly. I tried circling my tongue around his dickhead and mimic all the things I liked done to my own dick when I was being sucked.

Brandon must not have enjoyed my blow job because he told me he didn’t really want to get blown right now. That was fine by me. I was happy to move directly to Level 3 and burry my boner in his ass.

But he had other plans for me.

‘I want your ass’ he told me.

Wait?!? What?!? This guy thinks he can fuck me?!?

‘You can’t have my ass’ I responded, trying to puff up my chest.

‘I’m pretty sure I can’ he continued. ‘You’ve wanted me inside your slutty hole the minute you first saw me’.

‘I’m the one who fucks pussies’ I argued. ‘I don’t get fucked’.

‘Oh yeah? You’re going to get fucked tonight!’. He insisted.

I threatened to leave, although I wasn’t sure how, since I was buck-naked with my clothes scattered all over the bedroom. But he’s the one who raised his pants back up, grabbed his shirt and started walking away.

‘Wait! Don’t go!’ I said.

The moment I said these words, I knew I was fucked… or about to. I’ve had enough girls begging me to take them back to know how much you have the upper hand once the other starts begging. And I had just begged him to stay. I was fucked!

It was like a baseball game going south. You’re in the late innings. You’ve been leading the whole game. Everything is under control. And unexpectedly, your bullpen collapses. The other team bats around. And all of a sudden, you went from being up by three runs to being down by five. And the reality just sinks in that you’re going to lose the game. Because, in addition to the scoreboard, the other team just took the wind out of your sails, and they stripped you of your will to fight back.

I just blinked, and next thing I knew, I was face down, ass up on the bed. A position I knew all too well. Although normally, I was the one standing up behind. And I was scared shit because my virgin hole was about to get destroyed by a schlong twice the size of mine. Fuck!

I tried to protest, but Brandon gave me that look that he wasn’t going to tolerate any defiance from me. There was only one alpha in the room. And it wasn’t me!

He pushed my chin down to the bed cover and brought a pillow to my face. And he spread my legs open, exposing my virgin hole. I was now the girl in the room. And my hole was now a pussy. And my pussy was about to get torn apart.

But rather than the pain I was expecting from his beer can tearing my hole apart, I instead felt an amazing sensation when he brought his tongue to my back entrance. I almost jumped and screamed ‘Ohmagawd, ohmagawd, ohmaaggaaawwwwddd!’, my cries muffled by the pillow. He kept alternating little circles around the lips of my ring with full-on attacks as deep in my hole as his tongue could reach. It felt incredible either way and I just kept whimpering.

Not only had I never had my ass eaten before, but I had never eaten ass myself. I had done lots of nasty things with chicks before, but eating ass was not something I ever considered. I loved the power trip of my 8-inch dick tearing a girl’s ass apart. I loved the humiliation of dropping my cum inside their hole. But bringing my tongue down there just felt nasty. Eating ass felt like something the dominant one would have done to him, not something he would ever himself do. But Brandon had no problem eating my ass. I was just confused by it, but happy he was doing it. He had to raise my ass periodically as my knees were getting weak from the incredible sensations I was experiencing for the very first time.

I then felt coldness at my entrance as he poured lube onto my hole. And he inserted a finger in my ass. His finger felt just as amazing as his tongue. Fuck! Where have I been all these years? Why did I never ask a girl to finger me before?

And as his finger went deeper into my hole, he found a spot inside me that almost made me jump. Ffffuuuuccckkkk! What the fuck was that?

Once he noticed it, Brandon kept rubbing his finger on that spot and just made me whimper like a little bitch. My cock was now rock-hard and dripping precum on the bed cover. I felt my juice boiling inside my balls and I was on the edge of cumming, even though my dick hadn’t even been touched! What… The… Fuck?!?!? This could not be happening! After blowing within 30 seconds of him sucking my dick, Brandon was now on the verge of making me blow again with just a finger in my ass. I panicked and started thinking about maggots eating a dead bunny, like I had seen in a documentary when I was a kid. It had always been my go-to nasty thought when I was about to cum and didn’t want to.

It did the trick for a while, but Brandon inserted a second finger in my ass, and that magic spot inside me was now receiving double simulation. Fuck! It felt amazing! He then tried to insert a third finger in my ass. My ring clamped down on his fingers, trying to fight back the invasion but Brandon just pushed through. And next thing I knew, I had three fingers up my ass and there was nothing I could do about it. His strong fingers had just converted into a two-way street what had only been an exit until now.

His fingers were like a magic wand, my sensitive ring being rubbed at the entrance and that sweet spot inside me he kept hitting. And he started kissing my neck, adding another concurrent stimulation, overwhelming me with pleasure. I was now letting out continuous whimpering.

‘You like that?’ he whispered in my ear.

‘Fuck yeah!’ I responded. ‘It feels amazing’.

‘Do you want more?’ he asked.

‘Yeah’ I responded.

‘What more do you want?’ he asked.

‘I want your dick inside me’ I replied. ‘Fuck me, please fuck me!’

He had me. I was now begging for his cock. Begging like all the girls I had dumped before and who were ready to do anything to get back into my pants. Fuck! How low had I fallen in just 20 minutes? 20 minutes ago, I was on top of the world, with my dick in his mouth, still thinking I’d be fucking him next. And now I was face down, ass up, begging for him to breed me.

But I had watched enough girls being fucked up the ass to know how painful it was. And Brandon’s schlong was much thicker than mine. I was scared shit!

He made me lay flat on my stomach. I heard him pour ample lube on his monster. And he positioned himself behind me, ready to destroy my ass.

But rather than pushing in right away, he decided to tease me instead. He slid his meat up and down my ass crack, making me feel all the girth of his massive tool, fucking with my brain. He then pointed the tip of his dick to my entrance, swirling around my circle, applying a little pressure to make my ring muscles give way, but pulling out as soon as my hole started welcoming his arrival. And he slapped my ass with his beer can, making loud sounds that drove me crazy with anticipation. He did this for several minutes until I couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Put it in!’ I begged. ‘Please fuck me!’

‘You know my cock size is not made for first timers’ he said. ‘Are you sure you can handle it, tough guy?’

‘I don’t care’ I responded. ‘Just fuck me!’

And in one long plunge, he stuffed his monster inside my virgin hole. He sunk in, slowly, for what felt like an eternity, stretching my hole like it had never been stretched before, until the girthiest part of his cock hit a snag. I was panicking as my ass was on fire and I had no clue how much more dick he still had to force inside me. My ring manically tried to clamp down on his cock and push back the invasion… with no luck. He pulled out a little, and pushed back in, breaking through my last line of defense, and forcing all his inches inside my manhole. I cried in the pillow like I was enduring some kind of medieval torture. He had just turned my shithole in a pussy and made me his bitch, ready to flood my hole with his semen, the way I had with dozens of girls before.

‘How are you making out down there, tough guy? he asked.

‘You’re so fucking big!’ was all that went through my mind. I was trying not to shed tears and be even more humiliated than I already was.

‘Just breathe’ he replied, as if I wasn’t already breathing and breathing was all that was required for my virgin hole to all of a sudden be cool with his massive girth.

And then he started fucking me for good, spreading my legs further with his legs, forcing me to take it, and increasing his range with every thrust. I was still screaming in the pillow. His cock was so fucking big! I felt like a baseball bat was being shoved up my ass.

After a while, he pulled out, lied on his back, and made me impale myself back on his cock, facing the other way, with my knees on each side of his thighs. And I started bouncing up and down his pole, like a lap dancer trying to save money for college. He initially stayed still, but he eventually started pounding me from underneath. My whole body was jerking from the assault and my pecs were bouncing around like a pair of boobs. The other part of me that was bouncing around was my 8-incher, which was flapping around, like a useless piece of flesh, hitting my legs, my abs, and his abs. But it was also hot as fuck to watch: the movement, the sound, the powerlessness. It was just like the porn scenes I liked jerking off to during Covid. Except that I was the twink being roughed up and it was my ass that was being fucked by a monster cock.

And Brandon made me realize that I too had vocal cords, and not just to talk dirty, but also to scream. And I wasn’t just screaming, I was plain whimpering, whimpering like a girl, whimpering like a bitch in heat, whimpering like taking a cock up my ass was all I was made for. Just like I got turned on knowing my cock could make a girl whimper like that, I bet Brandon was turned on by my whimpering. What a stark contrast between my muscular jock body on the one hand and the high pitch sounds coming out of my mouth on the other! If we were at home, I’d be recording this. Fuck! That would have been embarrassing to listen to myself whimpering like a whore. But I couldn’t help it.

To make things even more humiliating than me lap dancing while impaled on his cock, Brandon lifted me off his cock and made me lay flat on top of him, my back against his hairy chest. He had no difficulty stuffing his baseball bat back inside me. My hole had probably been enlarged beyond recognition and almost felt numb, like when you go to the dentist for a cavity. Brandon could have double fisted me right now and there’s nothing I could have done to stop him, given how loose my hole had become.

He then grabbed my knees and pressed them against my chest, forcing me to assume the fetal position over his stomach. And he fucked me! Hard! Jackhammering me with no restraint. I felt like a puppet with its strings cut off, being jerked around and bouncing uncontrollably. I had become his toy, his sex toy. And even though I was almost 200 lbs of pure muscle, he could do whatever he wanted with me.

I didn’t want to cum, at least not right away. I had already blown in less than 30 seconds when he sucked my dick earlier. I didn’t want to embarrass myself again and come across as a premature ejaculator. But I was so close to blowing that I knew the second he touched my dick ever so slightly, I would have no choice but to blow like a cannon, my shaft unable to retain custody of my protein. No maggot or dead bunny could ever stop my cock from giving up my prized liquid.

Saying that the pain from my virgin hole being stretched beyond its limits had totally disappeared would be a… stretch. How could I have a beer can stuffed into my anus and not feel any pain? But at least, the pain had become bearable. And the pain was kind of offset by that spot inside me that Brandon kept lighting up with every thrust of his monster cock.

But more than just the physical stimulation, a thousand conflicting thoughts were racing through my brain. All my life, I had been the dominant one. All my life, I had been defined by my dick, and what my dick could do to make chicks moan. And now, my dick was nothing more than a futile piece of meat wavering in-between my legs under the assault of a stronger dick. Rather than by my dick, I was now being defined by my hole, which had turned into a pussy. I had become a girl, the same girl that used to scream and whimper when I was fucking her. That’s who I was: a whimpering bitch, overwhelmed by the tingling in my pussy. My dominance had vanished away.

Although I’ve known for a while I was attracted to dudes, despite trying hard to repress that feeling, I never thought I would ever bottom my first time. I always thought I’d be stuffing my 8 inches into a guy’s hole, the way I had been doing it with chicks for years, and I’d be giving him pleasure with my cock, the way I had always been doing it with chicks. But that’s not how it all went down, obviously! And bizarrely, it felt amazing. I loved being used. All these things I had been doing to girls throughout high school and college were now being done to me. And I loved it. I had a gorgeous guy, who could have been a model in a GQ magazine, pounding my ass with his massive cock and I loved it.

He could almost have been Anthony Di Napolitano’s twin brother: same dark features, same gorgeous blue eyes, same confidence, and same thick chest hair that was tingling my smooth back. And he had picked me, out of a crowd of 200. Because I was hot as fuck. A guy who could get any dude he wanted had picked me. And I could take it… although barely.

I was also wondering what my frat brothers would say if they saw me like that, whimpering from a more masculine guy using me as his bitch. I was hoping my cries would be covered by the sounds of the party downstairs. But strangely enough, I was kind of turned on by the thought of them watching me being dominated by an alpha.

As he grabbed my dick, Brandon whispered in my ears: ‘What would your frat brothers say if they saw you like that, bitch?’ And as soon as he said those words, I just lost it. My cannon started shooting: one, two, three bullets, landing on my chest and neck, the rest dripping on my abs, until my balls ran dry. He made me shoot just two seconds after grabbing my dick. He didn’t even need to jerk it.

Watching me shoot must have done it for him because I felt he was getting close to shooting as well. But instead of breeding me like I thought he would, he yanked his cock out of my pussy. The feeling of complete emptiness when he pulled his monster out of my hole was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He grabbed his cock, and he started shooting, rope after rope of his alpha juice flying up in the air and landing on my face and my neck. The spunk baptism I had given to so many girls before was now being granted to me. A big glob of his milkshake even ended up in my mouth. And I swallowed it. I had never swallowed cum before, just a little bit of my own when I first started jerking off, just to see what it tasted like. And his juice kept coming and coming. His balls were the size of chicken eggs, while mine were the size of quail eggs at best, and his balls produced a lot more jizz than mine. When he finally stopped shooting, I was covered with his cream.

We just laid there for a couple of minutes. He asked me how my first time was. I had to admit that I always thought I’d be the one fucking him and never thought my first time with another dude would be as a bottom. But he told me I was a natural and I had that look on my face that I wanted to be bred. I wasn’t sure how I should take that. Admitting to myself I was gay was already hard enough. But admitting I might be a submissive bottom and not the power top I always thought I was would be a monumental step for me. I didn’t think I was ready for that. But I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed getting fucked. And I couldn’t deny that I started blowing the second his fingers touched my dick.

‘I swear I normally last longer than this!’ I insisted.

I don’t think he believed a word of what I said. Why would he, based on what he saw?

There was a pile of dirty laundry in the corner. Brandon went to grab a pair of boxers in the pile and handed them to me, so that I could wipe my cum-covered stomach and face. Why did he grab a pair of boxers and not a T-shirt? But while Brandon was getting dressed and wasn’t looking, I sniffed the guy’s underwear. I didn’t even know whose room it was. But regardless, sniffing the dirty boxers gave me a big rush of ecstasy, like if I had been taking a puff on a joint. And I threw the boxers back onto the pile of dirty clothes and got dressed as well.

I went back downstairs first. And on my way down, my bros saw me.

‘Dude, what took you so long?’ one of them asked.

‘I told you, I had to make a phone call’ I responded, trying to play it cool.

‘That’s bullshit, dude, you smell like cum!’ another one said. ‘Did you just bang a chick?’

‘Who is she?’ the third one asked.

‘Can we go to the backyard and get some fresh air?’ I asked, trying to create distraction from the embarrassing situation.

‘No’ he replied. ‘Let’s wait for her to come down the stairs to see what she looks like’.

And Brandon came down the stairs, adjusting his lumberjack shirt on his way down.

‘Dude! What… The… Fuck!?!?!’ is all I remember hearing.

I was being outed. I felt my whole world crumbling down under my feet and being swallowed into a black hole.

(To be continued…)