A cocky frat boy is hiding a secret… no more

I had just come down the stairs of the party house, smelling like cum. And when my bros started teasing me about who the girl was, Brandon, the alpha male who had just pounded the shit out of my virgin hole, came down the stairs, readjusting his shirt on the way down.

‘Dude! What… The… Fuck!?!?!’ said one of my bros.

‘Zach. Think quickly!’ I thought to myself.

‘Guys. It’s not what it looks like!’ were the only words I could come up with.

I’m not sure this was helping the situation. It did look pretty bad. And it was exactly what it looked like, even worse, given the pounding I had just received. I had to do better than this. I was being outed and I had to grab the bull by the horn if I didn’t want this to spiral out of control.

‘It looks pretty obvious to me!’ my bro continued.

I had three choices. I could try to deny everything and double down on the denial rabbit hole. Or I could admit to my bros that, yes, I was a flaming fag who craved big dicks up his ass. Or I could come up with a middle-of-the-road version, admitting the obvious that I was with a guy, but making it sound like things didn’t go as far as they might think.

That middle option was a lie I thought I could pull off. And I ran with it.

‘Yes, the guy just sucked my dick’ I said. ‘And that’s the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life. No girl has ever sucked my dick the way he could. And if you must know, I blew in less than 30 seconds. I’m not proud that I couldn’t last longer. But he was that good!’

‘There. You have it!’ I concluded.

‘Did you suck his dick too?’ my bro asked.

‘I started to. But I wasn’t very good at it’ I replied. ‘I’m not gay. I’ve never sucked a dick before. He ended up just jacking off next to me.’

‘So, why do you smell like cum?’ my bro asked.

‘The guy had a huge pair’ I said. ‘I don’t know how much jizz he blew, but it felt like a gallon. And he shot all over the fucking place. Some of his jizz ended up on my chest.’

‘Guys. I’m not proud of it’ I continued ‘But that’s the best blow job I’ve ever had and I’m not gonna apologize for it’.

‘Can we just go home?’ I asked.

My bros nodded, in a state of shock, their jaws almost to the floor. The big muscle jock, who was known for banging a new chick every week, had just admitted to having his dick sucked by another dude. I left and started walking back to the frat house. My bros quickly followed suit and walked back with me. The frat house was only a couple of blocks away and we’d be there in less than five minutes.

We were walking in dead silence, until one of my bros finally said something.

‘How do you feel, dude?’ he asked. ‘You just had another dude suck your dick’.

‘I just told you!’ I said, kind of annoyed. ‘I’m not proud of it.’

And we kept walking, nobody saying another word, afraid they’d push my buttons again.

‘Guys!’ I said, after I stopped for a moment. ‘If you think telling the whole frat house is the right thing to do, then go for it! There’s nothing I can do about it at this point.’

‘Just don’t be surprised if I never talk to you ever again’ I warned.

And I kept walking toward the frat house. Nobody else said a word after that. I just went straight to my room. Luckily, my roommate was out and about. I stripped down to my underwear and I crashed on the bed, on my cum-covered stomach.

I woke up the next day. The sun was already out but my roommate was still sleeping like a baby. I didn’t hear him come back last night. I must have slept eight hours since I wasn’t out that late. I went down to the kitchen and there was only one other guy there. It was John, one of the three bros who was at the House of Seven with me last night. He was eating a bowl of cereal while looking at his phone. The rest of the house was dead silent. There’s never much going on in the house at 8am on a Sunday morning.

John was one of the Asian guys in the fraternity. He’s the one who made it to the second round of March Madness. He was an interesting guy. He was a senior and studied psychology. Defying all the Asian stereotypes, he wasn’t an IT engineer and didn’t know much about computers. It was a running joke in the frat house: Whenever someone had a computer problem, they would go to John and ask him if he knew how to fix it.

‘Guys! Stop asking me about your computer problems!’ John would always respond. Although he was a good sport about it.

I couldn’t say John was my best friend in the frat house. We were somewhat different. But we had a good relationship. I always thought he was an interesting guy, and he didn’t think I was a complete douche. So, it wasn’t a surprise he joined us at the House of Seven last night. John was pretty tall for an Asian guy, probably 5’11”, just one inch shorter than me. He wasn’t a big guy, 160 lbs if I had to guess. But he had a nice lean body. He was a swimmer in high school and had that textbook swimmer’s build.

I’ve never had the ‘yellow fever’, but John was a good-looking dude. He had delicate features and perfect skin. He could have been in a K-Pop boyband, even though he was of Chinese origin, I believe. I had never seen his dick, let alone hard. But I knew it couldn’t be that small since he made it past the first round during March Madness.

‘Do you want to talk about last night?’ John asked.

‘Not really’ I replied.

‘OK’ John said.

Then he switched topics. ‘Do you remember the story you told us one time about the game show you played at baseball camp with the recordings of the chicks you were banging?’ he asked.

‘Yeah, why?’ I asked back.

‘Well, I have a recording I want to play’ he said. ‘The sound quality is not great. You know I’m not good with computer stuff’ he joked. ‘But it should still be good enough for you to guess who this is.’

He turned up the volume on his phone and played the recording:

‘Yeah Brandon! I want your dick inside me… Please fuck me!...    Argh!...   You’re so fucking big!...         Argh!...     Oh, your dick feels so good!...               Aaaarrrrggghhhh!...’

The file had been edited to skip directly to the juiciest parts. But you could clearly tell it was me last night, begging to be bred, whimpering like a little bitch, and cuming while being pounded up the ass.

Fuck! Fuck! Fffuuuccckkkkk!

‘Where did you get that?’ I asked.

‘Last night, I needed to take a leak’ John said. ‘There was a long line at the bathroom downstairs. So, I went upstairs to see if there was another bathroom there. And I heard some noise behind one of the doors. Two people were going at it. And then I recognized your voice. It didn’t surprise me you’d be fucking a girl. You have that reputation. And then, I realized you weren’t… with a girl. So, I took my phone out and started recording behind the door. It was too good to pass.’

‘What do you want?’ I asked John. Looking him up in the eyes.

‘I don’t know’ he replied. ‘I haven’t decided yet’.

Fuck! I was being blackmailed… by one of my bros.

‘I’ll let you know once I figure it out’ John said with a smile on his face.

I decided to go work out to clear my thoughts. The gym was completely empty so early on a Sunday morning. I actually had a decent workout, all things considered. I had a lot of steam to burn and, even though I knew I was in rough waters, the tension build-up actually pushed me to my limit in the weight room.

In-between two sets of weights I texted Ashley: ‘I hope I’m not waking you up. I have a big favor to ask you’ with a couple of emojis clarifying that the favor had a sexual component to it.

Ashley was a girl I had boned a couple of times. If I had been the boyfriend type, she would probably have become my girlfriend at some point. But things between us were purely sexual instead. She liked my 8-inch dick. I liked her rack. And we always had fun together. She wasn’t a regular or anything but was always a safe fallback if I ever struck out.

My phone buzzed and there was a response from Ashley.

‘You’re not waking me up. What is it?’ she asked.

‘It’s kind of embarrassing’ I texted back. ‘Can we talk in person?’

‘Sure’ she texted back. ‘Want to meet at Zingerman’s at 11?’

Zingerman’s is an Ann Arbor institution. It’s a deli that’s been around for like a thousand years. If you ask me, I think it’s kind of overrated. But it’s always a safe bet.

‘See you there. My treat!’ I responded.

Ashley and I met at Zingerman’s at 11. We both ordered a coffee and a breakfast sandwich and caught up on our respective lives: classes, families, romances, life in general… while avoiding the tough discussion for the time being.

‘So, what did you want to talk about?’ Ashley eventually asked once we were halfway done with our sandwiches.

‘Well, it’s kind of embarrassing’ I started. ‘Last night, I went to a party with a couple of my bros. I met this chick. I started chatting her up. One thing led to another and we ended up in her bed. And… Huh… I… I couldn’t get it up’ I said, making things up as I went. ‘It’s never happened to me before. I’ve always been able to get rock-hard. And I wasn’t even that drunk. I don’t really know what happened.’

I was following the same strategy as last night: admitting to something a little bit embarrassing to try to cover up something a lot more embarrassing. Ashley listened to my story politely, being gracious enough to not make fun of my erectile issues. Thank God I didn’t have this problem in real life.

‘So, I wanted to ask you if we could… you know… give a little trial run to my junk and make sure everything is in working order’ I said.

‘Wow!’ she responded.

‘I know, Ashley’ I said. ‘I’m sorry that I’m even asking. I don’t want you to think I’m using you or anything. But I just didn’t know what else to do. I figured I could trust you enough to help me out without making fun of me.’

Ashley agreed to help me out. I wasn’t sure if it was from the goodness of her heart or from the tingling in her lady parts, but I didn’t really care.

Ashley shared an apartment with a roommate and her roommate had gone back to see her folks for the weekend. So, we agreed to go back to her place, although it would have been nice for me to show off by bringing a girl back to the frat house right now. Once at her place, I took my T-shirt off, showing off my muscular abs and chest that Ashley liked so much. I dropped my sweatpants and dropped my boxer briefs.

‘Here is the problem child!’ I joked, pointing at my soft dick. I sat on the side of her bed, my dick hanging in-between my legs, and Ashley took it in her mouth. I closed my eyes and started thinking about Brandon’s lips, which were around my dick a few hours ago. It didn’t take long for my cock to start growing and reach its full 8 inches. Ashley had always been top quartile when it came to blow jobs. That was before I experienced Brandon’s lips last night, who was in a league of his own. Ashley wasn’t working my rod with nearly as much pressure or hunger as Brandon last night, but her delicate lips still felt amazing on my tool.

‘It seems to be working fine’ Ashley said with a smile on her face.

‘Thanks Ashley’ I said.

I lifted her arms and took her T-shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so, her boobs were already hanging. She got up and I unbuttoned her pants and lowered them to her ankles. I then lowered her panties, revealing her shaved pussy. And she laid on her back next to me. I got on top of her, and we started making out. I’m not much of a kisser. I’m normally all about business. But since she was doing me a huge favor, I didn’t want to play the asshole role I normally play when I bang chicks. I thought it’d be appropriate to be a bit romantic instead.

After a few minutes of making out, I grabbed a condom in the pocket of my sweatpants, and Ashley rolled it down my shaft. After another short kiss, she grabbed my manhood and guided it toward her pussy. And I sunk in, in one long plunge, until I was balls deep into her. It was the most plain-vanilla sex I’ve had in a while, but I just wasn’t feeling that hunger I normally felt when banging chicks. I started thrusting faster and she started moaning a little bit. I was moaning too. Although I was able to keep my hardon, I wasn’t loving it the way I did last night when Brandon had his big cock up my ass. After a couple of minutes of me banging her, Ashley’s moaning started to intensify, and I knew she was getting close. And a few seconds later, she was climaxing.

After she was done climaxing, I was still going strong. I kissed her, and then grabbed her left boob with both my hands and I began sucking on her tit. I closed my eyes and started thinking about last night, when I had my nose buried in Brandon’s hairy chest, soaking him in, inhaling his manly musk, my tongue foraging through his forest when trying to locate his nipple to suck hard on it. That’s what it took to make my juice boil inside my balls. And my jizz filled up the little pouch at the end of my condom, while I let out a grunt, still sucking on Ashley’s tit, still thinking about Brandon last night.

I stopped thrusting and went to kiss her, my hard dick still lodged inside her.

‘Thanks, babe’ I said. ‘Thanks so much for helping me out.’

‘No problem’ she said. ‘Glad I could help.’

I got dressed, thanking Ashley again, and I walked back to the frat house. The good news was that I was still able to bone a girl and make her come. The bad news was that I had to think about Brandon to be able to cum. Now that I had tasted the forbidden fruit, Ashley just wasn’t doing it for me anymore. Fuck! I was fully aware of what that meant.

Back at the frat house, I went to my room and finished reading a book for my English literature class. Yes, in-between parties and banging chicks, I still had to study from time to time. After that, I went downstairs to watch the NFL with the boys. Tom Brady was playing and, whenever he was playing, we would always watch the game religiously, regardless of which team he was on. 25 years later, Tom Brady was still a legend at Michigan. Group activities with my bros, like watching football together, was the main reason I joined a fraternity.

After the game was over, I noticed a text message on my phone. It was John: ‘Hey Zach, can you come up to my room?’

Our fraternity had double rooms and we all had to share our bedroom with another brother. But John was lucky enough that his roommate was doing a school project abroad for the next two months and he had the room to himself. I wished my roommate was gone for two months too. Having the room to myself would make things a lot easier with female visitors.

I knocked on John’s door and he told me to come in.

‘Sit down’ John said, showing me his roommate’s empty bed.

‘I’ve given some thought as to what I want’ John said. ‘I’ve always been fascinated by your Level 1, Level 2, Level 3 scale. I want to try it on you. You’re gonna go through Level 2. And then, through Level 3.’

‘Based on what I overheard’ he added, ‘you should be quite… receptive to the idea.’

‘And even if you’re not receptive’ he continued, ‘you don’t have much of a choice, bitch!’

He was right. John had me by the balls.

‘Get naked, bitch!’ John ordered.

I never wear much when I’m around the house. So, I didn’t have that many items to take off. I took my T-shirt off, my shorts, and kicked my flip flops out. I was now in my underwear in front of my tormentor.

‘Drop the briefs too’ John said.

I lowered my boxer briefs and was now completely naked in front of John. He walked up to me and started feeling me, kind like a rich owner would be inspecting a slave in a gladiator movie. He started feeling my pecs, rubbing his fingers in the crevices of my 6-pack, slapped my butt, and then cupped my junk.

‘Very nice!’ he said. ‘I’m going to have fun with you. On your knees, bitch!’

I obeyed and was now on my knees in front of him as he brought his crotch to my face.

‘Take my pants off, bitch!’ John ordered.

I did as I was told. While I was busy unbuttoning his pants, John took his T-shirt off. His chest was completely smooth, even more so than mine. I shave my chest, but if I didn’t, I’d have a little bit of hair around my nipples and scattered throughout. But to me, chest hair is like facial hair. Either you have enough to make a statement, or you should just shave it off. No in-between. And that’s what I do. I prefer a completely smooth chest rather than a few stragglers. But John was naturally smooth. He didn’t have a treasure trail either. And even though he wasn’t a big guy, he had the nice defined chest that swimmers normally have.

I was now facing the bulge in his boxer briefs. He appeared to still be soft. I didn’t expect John to have a massive dick, since he didn’t make it past second round during March Madness…  and he’s Asian. But he didn’t lose in the first round either. So, I figured he must have a decent size tool.

‘Take my underwear off, bitch!’ John ordered.

I brought my hands to his boxer briefs and lowered the waistband, revealing his package, underneath his completely shaved pubes. I always felt like shaving your pubes was just a gimmick that short-dicked men used to try to make their package look less ridiculously small than it really was. I’ve never felt the need to do that with my 8-incher. And John’s soft dick was pretty small indeed. Probably no longer than two inches. But that didn’t mean it would remain small once he got hard. However, he had a nice pair of balls and his ball sack looked definitely bigger than mine. His armpits were the only part on John’s body that had meaningful hair.

‘My dick is soft’ John said. ‘Do something about it, bitch!’

I brought his two inches to my mouth, and I started sucking him. Although it was only my second time sucking dick, I must have done an OK job because I felt his manhood expand in my mouth.

‘Oh yeah, bitch! Just like that’ John said.

After a couple of minutes of my lips working it, John’s dick had reached its full six inches. Once fully hard, it was actually decently thick, probably a bit girthier than mine. So much for the stereotype of Asian guys having tinny dicks! John was the second guy to show me his dick in the last 24 hours and the second guy to have more girth than me. Fuck! I was hoping this wasn’t the start of a recurring pattern, meaning my 8-inch dick wasn’t that impressive after all. But his dick was still a couple of inches shorter than mine, thank God.

Bringing John’s dick to full hardness was actually the easy part. Now that he was hard, I wasn’t completely sure what to do next. I brought my right hand to jerk the base of his shaft while my lips were bobbing the top, just below his dickhead. And I tried to swirl my tongue around his dickhead.

‘Watch the teeth’ John said.

And he slapped me in the face.

Nobody had ever slapped me in the face before. And I certainly had never slapped a chick I was banging either. That’s the kind of stuff that could get you into jail. Although in this case, it would have made for an interesting police statement: me not being able to defend myself against an Asian twink who was 40 lbs lighter than me and slapped me in the face while I had his spring roll in my mouth.

But for some reason, John slapping me in the face turned me on. Big time!

‘Look at you, bitch! You’re getting hard!’ John exclaimed, pointing at my growing length in-between my legs.

‘You like it when I slap you, bitch?’ he asked.

And he slapped me in the face again.

‘Fuck. I have to film this’ he said.

And he grabbed his phone, holding it to the side to have a good view of both my face with a dick in my mouth, and my dick down below, which had grown to its full 8 inches, and was throbbing with excitement.

‘Put your hands behind your back, bitch!’ he ordered, after putting his phone down.

He grabbed my head on both sides and started rapping my mouth with his hard cock, punching the back of my throat with his dickhead. I didn’t even have time to gag, since he was thrusting in fast motion, but I was slurping like crazy, not having time to swallow my spit, which was dripping on the side of my mouth. I looked up at John who was looking down at me with a lusty smile on his face.

‘You like that, bitch!’ he asked. ‘You like my big cock in your mouth?’

That was kind of a rhetorical question since I was in no position to respond.

At one point, he stopped thrusting and shoved his cock as far down my throat as he could, my nose pressed against his hairless pubic area. And I started gagging, although I eventually got my gagging under control. I had to breathe through my nose since his cock was lodged at the very back of my throat.

‘Keep your hands behind your back’ John said as he pressed on the back of my head with one hand and brought the fingers of his other hand to hold my nose and block my airways. I held my breath for as long as I could, but I started to struggle and get dizzy.

John released my nose and pulled his dick out of my mouth as I was trying to catch my breath.

‘Good boy!’ he said.

And he started fucking my mouth again.

Once he got closer, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started jerking his dick faster.

‘Get ready for my spunk, you little bitch!’ he said. ‘Here it goes!’

I instinctively closed my eyes and felt his Asian juice hitting my forehead at what felt like 100 miles an hour. While I had my eyes closed, I actually heard his spunk shooting out of his cock, kind like when you badly needed to take a piss at the stadium at half time, after holding it for so long during the game. And his cock kept shooting, on my cheek, on my nose, and on my chin. When he was done blowing, the left side of my face was covered in his sour cream.

‘Let’s take a few pictures’ John said, sharing the pictures with me after he was done taking them.

‘Lick my dick clean, bitch!’ he ordered, as he shoved his softening cock back into my mouth. And I swirled my tongue around his cummy dickhead, scooping every last drop of his jizz.

Then, just like I had done with dozens of girls before, John used his dickhead to scrape the spunk on my face and feed it back to me.

‘Yeah, swallow my spunk, you bitch!’ John said.

And I swallowed.

John’s cum didn’t taste good. I aways hear these stories of guys swallowing cum and raving about how sweet it tasted, like if cum was some kind of delicate gourmet food. Even though I didn’t have much experience, between my own cum, Brandon’s cum last night, and John’s cum right now, I still had three data points confirming I didn’t really care for cum. I found it… rancid, I guess. Maybe I wasn’t a cum connoisseur. Or it must be an acquired taste, I guess. But I swallowed John’s cum anyway, not so much because of the taste, but more because I liked the thought of it. If John had blown a gallon of rancid cum, I would still have swallowed it all.

I remember once calculating how much spunk all the crowd at the Big House could produce. A thousand men can produce a gallon of spunk. Take a stadium of 112,000, subtract all the women, children, and 80-year-old alumni who already had their prostate removed and you’re probably left with 50,000 eligible men. That’s 50 gallons of spunk, if they all blew at the same time, in a gigantic masturbathon. No matter how bad it tasted, I would have happily gobbled down all 50 gallons, or at least the few gallons coming from the student section.

‘You like that, bitch? You like my cum in your mouth?’ John asked.

‘Yes sir!’ I answered.

‘Look at you, bitch! You’re leaking like a fountain down there’ John said, pointing at the string of precum dripping from my dickhead onto the floor, forming a puddle of translucid fluid on the wooden planks. ‘What goes in on one side comes out on the other’ he joked.

‘Put your clothes back on and get the fuck out of my room, you bitch!’ John said. ‘Give me an hour to recharge and come back here at 9 for Level 3’.

‘And wear a nice jockstrap’ he added.

I put my clothes back on and went back to my room. Luckily, my roommate was out. I didn’t really want to talk right now. I took a shower and rinsed John’s cum off my face. I got rock-hard in the shower thinking about what had just happened to me. Nobody had ever treated me like that before. But strangely enough, it kind of turned me on. Actually, it turned me on big time! Being dominated, face-fucked, and slapped in the face by a twink I could have lifted with one arm felt exhilarating. I debated whether I should jerk off and release some of the pressure in my balls or whether I should go to Level 3 with a loaded gun. I wasn’t sure what John had in store for me and what would be best. I decided to keep my balls full. However, I inserted a couple of fingers in my hole to stretch my ring, which was still pretty sore from being deflowered by Bandon’s massive cock last night. John’s cock was not nearly as thick as Brandon’s. But I didn’t know how my hole would feel, being torn apart for the second time in less than 24 hours while it was still reeling from last night’s abuse. My two fingers slid in with ease. My hole had most likely suffered permanent enlargement from yesterday’s pounding.

I picked my favorite jockstrap, the red ones. And I angled my dick slightly up, to the right. I’ve had my dick angled down in my jockstrap before. And it’s not a comfortable position for when you’re getting rock hard.

At 9pm, I knocked on John’s door.

‘Come on in’ I heard on the other side of the door.

‘Ready for Round 2, bitch?’ John asked.

‘Yes Sir!’ I replied.

‘Get on the bed and show me your pussy, bitch!’ John ordered.

I stripped down to my jockstrap, lay down on my back on the bed, grabbed the back of my knees and lifted my legs up, exposing to John what had always been my most secret place, but now seemed to be in the public domain.

‘Holly shit!’ John said. ‘No wonder you were screaming like a little bitch last night! Your pussy is all red. That dude must have had a huge dick!’

‘The size of a beer can’ I responded.

‘In that case, you’ll have no issue when I pound you like the little bitch you are!’ John joked.

‘Let’s take a picture of that’ John said, as he brought his phone to my battered hole.

‘I want to fuck you missionary’ John said. ‘I want to see your face when I fuck your slutty hole, bitch!’

He took his clothes off and said: ‘Get me hard again, bitch!’ as he brought his flaccid penis to my mouth.

I started sucking his soft dick, the way I had done earlier, and I felt John’s dick grow in my mouth.

‘Oh yeah, bitch! You were made for cock!’ John said.

Once John was fully hard, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed a bottle of lube. He poured some on his dick, spreading it all over his girth. He then poured a little squirt at my entrance and shoved a finger inside my hole.

‘Fuck! My finger went in like it’s soft butter’ John said. ‘You’d better squeeze that ring for me, bitch!’

John stood on the side of the bed, his cock at full mast in front of him, ready to stuff it in my cunt. He bent his knees slightly to line up his cock with my hole, which was hanging from the side of the bed. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, forming a large V. And without any guidance from either his fingers nor mine, he rammed his cock inside my hole and filled me up, balls deep. Even though my hole had been enlarged last night, and John’s cock was not nearly as thick as Brandon’s, his girth was still respectable. And his invasion made me wince a little.

‘Hands behind your neck and flex those jock biceps for me, bitch!’ John ordered. ‘And no touching your dick, ever.’

And John started thrusting in and out of my hole, long thrusts, as deep as he could on the way in, and almost exiting my hole fully on the way out. And he was hitting my magic spot with every thrust. My own cock started growing inside my jockstrap. I was glad I had angled it the way I did. My cock couldn’t express itself fully, but at least, it had some room to grow, even if it wasn’t to its full 8 inches.

‘Look at you getting hard, bitch! Getting yourself off on my cock’ John said, while squeezing my hardening shaft through the fabric. ‘Your pussy was made for cock, you little bitch!’

John’s fucking was a bit mechanical, plunging in and out of my cunt in a constant rhythm. But his cock in my hole felt amazing. And I loved the dirty talk and him treating me like a bitch. I was in heaven.

‘You like that, bitch?’ John asked. ‘You like my big cock in your slutty pussy?’

‘Yes Sir!’ I replied. ‘I love it.’

And I did love it. I loved his hard cock stretching my ring and banging my magic button. But more so than anything else, I loved watching his face while fucking me, the look of determination in his eyes, like he was on a mission to destroy my hole. And I felt pride from the satisfied look on his face, knowing that it was my hole that was bringing him that pleasure, and that he was getting off from fucking the muscular body I spent so much time sculpting at the gym.

‘Look at you’ John said, ‘big muscle boy who likes nothing better than a big cock in his pussy.’

John let go of my ankles and I ended up wrapping my legs around his slim waist, interlocking my feet on the small of his back. And John moved his hands to my neck and started strangling me.

‘Yeah, wrap those jock legs around me, bitch!’ John said. ‘Pull me in, deeper into your pussy.’

I loved feeling powerless, with John strangling my neck, while pounding my hole. And me taking it, like the little bitch he had turned me into.

After a few minutes, John’s pounding started accelerating. I could see he was getting closer. His face was not as controlled as before, and his movement became jerkier. When I saw he was getting close, I clamped down on his cock with my ring muscles.

‘Oh yeah! Squeeze that ring for me’ John said. ‘Tighten your pussy for me, bitch!’

And he let out a loud ‘Aaarrrggghh!’ as he started flooding my hole with his Asian juice.

Few things turn me on more than watching the face of a top who’s cumming. Just before the release, his face shows determination, power, and control. But as he feels the excitement travel from his balls to his cock and gets overwhelmed by the sensations of his upcoming orgasm, he starts losing the control he once had. And when he cums, his face conveys a mix of ecstasy and surrendering, surrendering his whole self to his cock that is now taking full control of his body. John’s face was so fucking hot when he started cumming, his mouth wide open, and his eyes rolling into his fucking skull. I also felt pride, knowing that my ring muscles were squeezing his rod and pumping the juice out of his spasming cock. But above all I was feeling the excitement of getting bred, bred for the first time in my life, an indescribable feeling of submissiveness. Another dude was flooding my cunt with his potent semen, the way I had done with girls dozens of times before. I was now the girl. And I loved it!

Knowing I was getting knocked up by this Asian twink sent my brain into overdrive and I realized I was about to lose control as well. I felt tingling in my shaft, as a torrent of my own juice traveled inside my bagpipe even though my dick wasn’t being touched and was imprisoned in my jockstrap. I didn’t want to cum. I didn’t want John to see how much power he had over me right now. I tried to squeeze my dick sphincter to prevent the release… all in vain. And, against my own will, I soiled my jockstrap, a big wet stain spreading on the red fabric, where my dickhead stood, while I started grunting with pleasure.

‘What The Fuck! Did you just cum? John asked. ‘Who gave you permission to cum, bitch?’

He let go of my neck and slapped me in the face. This only made me cum harder, as I was having one of the best orgasms of my life, my juice now dripping down my thigh below my jockstrap.

‘I’m sorry’ I replied, once I was done shooting ‘Your dick felt so good inside me. I couldn’t hold it.’

And he slapped me in the face again.

‘Never cum without my permission ever again, you bitch!’ he yelled.

‘Yes Sir!’ I said mechanically, although I knew damn well this was completely out of my control.

‘Lick my dick clean, bitch!’ John ordered.

I brought my mouth to his dick, which had gone softer, but still had that post-organismic swell. His cock smelled a mix of cum and ass. I was having Level 3.1 done to me. It felt weird, knowing his cock had just been inside my hole and there would probably be some of my own shit in the nooks of his softening shaft. But it ended up being not nearly as bad as I had feared.

‘Get the fuck out of my room, bitch!’ John said, once I was done cleaning the jizz out of his cock.

I grabbed my stuff, put my shorts over my cum-soaked jockstrap and left. I took another shower, not too sure how to evacuate John’s spunk out of my hole. I stuffed a couple of fingers in, trying to scrape his cum off my inner walls, and down the shower drain.

My roommate was lying on his bed when I came back from the bathroom.

‘What’s up, dude?’ he asked.

‘Not much’ I replied.

Yeah! Like not much had happened to me in the past 24 hours. I had just been fucked up the ass, by two different guys. I had been bred. I had sucked dick. I had swallowed cum. I had cummed handsfree inside my jockstrap. I had a sore ass, and cum dripping out of my ass. I now had to close my eyes and think about guys to be able to bang a chick. No denying it: I was gay. Plain gay. And not jut gay, a bottom. And not just a bottom, a submissive one. And not just submissive to a bigger guy, also submissive to an Asian twink, whose thighs were skinnier than my arms. And I got slapped in the face. And I got called ‘bitch’ a hundred times. And I LOVED it. And I wanted more. Sure, it started with me being blackmailed by one of my bros. But I only got blackmailed into sucking his dick and spreading my legs for him. I never got blackmailed into getting hard when he slapped me. I never got blackmailed into cumming handsfree in my jockstrap. That one was on me. I just liked being dominated by another guy, big or small.

Yeah, not much really!

On Monday night, we had a town hall meeting at the frat house. We had one of those every so often, to talk about upcoming fundraising events, house logistics, and stuff. At the end of the meeting, the president asked if anybody had any questions or announcement. I raised my hand and stood up in front of all my bros.

‘Guys, I know rumors travel fast around here’ I said. ‘So, before things get out of hand, there’s something I wanted to tell you. On Saturday, a couple of us went to a party at the House of Seven. And while at the party, I… I… I had sex with another dude.’

There was dead silence in the room and a look of disbelief as I was known in the frat house as a ladies’ man who fucked chicks almost on a daily basis.

My voice was trembling a little, but I went on:

‘I had sex with a guy. And I enjoyed it. And I’m not gonna apologize for it’ I continued. ‘So, yesterday, I banged a girl, just to see if I still liked it. And then I had sex with another dude, here in the frat house. I’m not gonna say whom. But it was one of you guys… And I liked it too. So now, I’m up to 63 girls and 2 guys lifetime. So, does that make me gay? Does that make me bi? I don’t know. I’m still trying to figure things out. But anyway. I wanted you guys to hear it from me first, before you found out some other way.’

There was an awkward silence in the room. So, I turned to my roommate and said:

‘Don’t worry, dude, you’re safe! I don’t fuck losers. And I like big dicks anyway.’

‘Fuck you!’ he replied, drawing some laughter from the crowd.

And I sat down.

‘Huh… Thanks for that, Zach’ said the president. Not quite sure where to take it from there. ‘Any other announcement?’

Nobody said anything. It would have been hard to top that, after the bomb I had just dropped on all my bros. So, the president adjourned the meeting and all the guys started leaving the dining hall and getting back to their everyday lives. Some walked past me, completely ignoring me. Others just nodded in my direction. A couple of guys congratulated me for having the balls to come out like that. But nobody gave me any shit, at least not in front of everybody else. John was one of the guys who walked past me completely ignoring me, kind of in a hurry to get back to his room. I didn’t think he was ready for his little secret to be revealed, the way mine was now out in the open. I felt liberated, like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders, not just with John, but with my attraction to guys in general.

Once everybody had left, I made my way upstairs. But instead of going straight to my room, I knocked on John’s door first.

‘Come on in!’ I heard from the other side.

I opened the door, walked in, and closed the door behind me.

‘I think we both know where this is going’ I told John, looking him up in the eyes.

‘On your knees, bitch!’ I ordered.

And he did.

And I grabbed my phone.