An Accidental Snap

My six inch cock was wet with lube and pre-cum. It glistened under the lightbulb in my dorm room, but I was safe in the knowledge that my roommate was gone home for the holidays. I had two weeks of privacy, and I was planning on making very good use of that time.

The dildo slipped out of me as I bounced, sliding up my back and leaving my eager hole gaping. I'd been edging for hours. My young body was slick with sweat and my mind was focused on nothing but sex.

With my greasy cock in one hand, I pushed the dildo back inside and continued my romp. I squeezed my sensitive nipple and bit down on my bottom lip.

As a shy eighteen-year-old, I never dared to explore myself like this when my roommate was around, and I never had the chance when I lived back home. Tonight was the first time that I'd had the freedom to go wild.

Some might say that fucking myself with a dildo wasn't exactly wild, but nobody on the planet knew I was gay, and I didn't intend on that changing. Sex with a man was a dream, but it would remain a dream, because I couldn't risk exposing my true self.

I imagined what it would be like to have a real cock sliding into me. The idea made my wet pole swell in my hand, and I considered unleashing my seed all across the bedroom floor before I slowed down and stopped completely.

I needed to make the most of this. I'd continue all night if I could, bringing myself to the edge of an explosive orgasm and holding off so that I remained in a constant, frenzied state of horniness. I'd read about it. I'd heard of people who could do it for days at a time, gooners I believe. Even the thought of doing it made me shiver with excitement.

With the wet dildo lodged back into my virgin hole, I started again. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and watched as I fucked myself like some type of deranged whore. My mop of golden hair was slung to the side, and my face was moist with beads of sweat. I was a handsome boy, but I rarely admitted that.

On and on I went until the early hours of the morning. I was exhausted, but my cock was straining for release, and just as I considered spraying my teenage sperm all over myself, I had an idea.

It was risky and admittedly, it was quite stupid, but I was hornier than I had ever been before and it seemed that my straight thinking brain had become dumbed down with arousal.

I grabbed my phone and searched through my contacts on Snapchat. There was one person in the entire campus that was outwardly gay, and as much as I wasn't even remotely attracted to him, I needed someone to use me.

Tony was twenty, and I'd be lying if I said that he was attractive. He had a very plain face, and long black hair that looked disturbingly greasy. I considered abandoning the plan when I pictured him, but my cock was on the verge of imploding, and once again, my horniness took over.

I snapped a photo of myself. I wasn't sure where I had gotten the confidence to do such a thing, but when I looked at it, I felt another surge of blood rush into my throbbing erection. There I was, on my knees with a dildo deep inside my hole and my eager rod oozing pre-cum into a puddle between my legs.

Despite the warnings that I'd grown up with, I wasn't particularly worried about the fact that my face was in the photo. Tony was gay, and as far as I knew, he had nearly as many friends here as I did, which was none.

With my wet, lubed fingers, I sent the snap and set down the phone as I continued to pleasure myself. Even exposing myself like that had turned me on. If Tony agreed to some casual fun, then I would end the night on a new high. Sure, it wasn't the way in which I had imagined losing my virginity, but I was far beyond caring about that anymore.

It took a moment before my phone buzzed, and when it did, my heart began to race. He was awake, so that was a start. I sat back down on the dildo, feeling the base against my smooth ass as I grabbed the phone in my slippery hands.

"Come on" I whispered to myself, sliding my finger across the screen, leaving a trail of lube in my path. My heart dropped a second later when I realised that it wasn't Tony.

"Fuck!" I spat, about to throw the phone down, until I read the name again.

"What the fuck is Tommy Roberts snapping me for?" I asked myself, and wondered if it was just one of those moronic anyone up? Messages that people often send to everybody in their contact list.

Though Tommy didn't seem the type for such foolishness. He was arguably the most popular guy in the entire college, and even though he was only nineteen, he had made a major impression even on the seniors.

He was one of those guys who the popular kids loved in high school, and the less popular kids hated. He was a self proclaimed asshole, and the only reason I had him as a contact was because of some dumb group that had been made in an attempt to 'befriend' people. Needless to say, Tommy and I never became friends.

I wiped my finger on my leg and tapped the screen, and when it finally loaded, every inch of my body prickled with dread.

"No" I whispered, staring, "no, no, no".

I refreshed the screen, praying that there had been some kind of mistake.

"NO!" I almost cried as the same screen reappeared, showing that Tommy Roberts had been the recipient of my smutty photograph, and that he'd taken a screenshot.

"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god".

My erection died instantly as I scarpered onto the bed and left the soaking dildo suctioned onto the floor. "Please no".

Another notification came through. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me as I stared at the little red box. This couldn't be happening to me. How had I sent the damn picture to him? Of all people, him!

"Tony... Tommy" I whispered to myself as my stomach swirled, "you fucking idiot".

My hand shook as I reached for the screen. This was it, whatever bit of a life I had here was about to be over. I'd have to change colleges, I'd have to change my identity. How could I ever come back from such a horror?

I tapped it and winced as I watched the screen change with one eye open. It took me a second to make sense of the photo, but when I did, I cocked a brow.

The room was dark and it was obvious that he was in bed, but that wasn't the most obvious thing. I could see his muscular, tanned legs, all the way up to his thighs, and that's where his tight, white boxer briefs began.

I'm guessing that wasn't for me.

The text box was positioned over the area of the screen that would have showed his bulge, and even though I was riddled with fear, I was still eagerly trying to see through it.

No, I'm so sorry. Please delete.

I typed it back with a photo of the bed and silently prayed that I'd wake up and this would all be some sort of sick nightmare. When Tommy replied, I realised that it wasn't.

What if I liked it?

My jaw fell open. He didn't like it. There was no way that he could have liked it because it was of me, and I was a male, and Tommy wasn't gay, and he had a girlfriend, and... And, it just wasn't possible.

The message made me gawp, but the accompanying image made me gawp further. He had pulled the phone back a little, and now I could see his underwear from the waistband down, and the text box was no longer covering his area.

Either Tommy Roberts had the largest cock on the planet, or he was hard. The mound ran sideways across his thigh and looked as thick as a babies arm. I shook my head and stared closer until the timer ran out and it was gone forever.

Look, I'm really sorry about the mix up, man. It won't happen again. Please delete it.

I stared at the phone as he opened the message and his response almost made me yelp.

But I want it to happen again.

The waistband of his boxer briefs had been lowered. I could see his sharp bristles of pubic hair, but his beautiful looking cock remained hidden by the fabric. My heart continued to hammer in my chest, but my own rod was beginning to stiffen again.

Is this a joke?

I typed it back rather than sending a picture. My brain couldn't take the teasing anymore, and if Tommy Roberts was playing with me, I knew my life was over here.

Tommy R is typing...

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I was both terrified and excited in equal measure, and suddenly I was as hard as a rock once more. Would it last? I was about to find out.

What number dorm are you? I'll show you how much of a joke this is.

The phone fell out of my hands as I scarpered to reply. Most of my brain still refused to believe that it was happening, but I was adamant that if it was happening, and Tommy wasn't simply doing this to terrorise me, then I would make the most of it.

308

Nothing happened for a moment. He had opened the message, but he hadn't replied. I stared at the phone with wide eyes, unable to do anything else, and as the minutes ticked by, I began to get that sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach.

He was fucking with me. He was probably sitting there with his roommate joking and laughing as he shared my stupid fucking photo around all of his friend group. Oh god, why had I been so fucking stupid? Why hadn't I just gone to fucking bed!?

I lay back, groaning loudly and wishing that I could rewind time, until I felt the phone buzz in my hand and I frantically opened it.

A red box. Tommy had sent me a picture. My entire body trembled as I reached for it once again, and when I opened it, I almost choked.

This one?

The golden numbers looked back at me. 308. I stared at the phone and then at my door. He was here. Tommy Roberts was here.

Despite the fact that Tommy had sent the photo, I didn't believe it. I couldn't believe it. Why would a popular jock who could have any girl on campus be even remotely interested in me? I was a five foot eight, one hundred and twenty pound little nerd, and he was one of the star footballers. It didn't make sense.

I crept slowly toward the door, but I was almost certain that my heartbeat would give me away. Part of me expected to see the entire football team through the peephole, all waiting to publicly humiliate me for my stupid mistake.

I pushed my eye to the hole and almost recoiled in terrified excitement. Tommy fucking Roberts was at my door! The Tommy Roberts! I checked again to make sure, and when I reached for the handle and twisted it, I realised I was still naked, but it was too late, the beefy jock pushed open the door and I stepped back, covering my modesty.

"Sup" he mumbled, closing it behind him.

My jaw fell open. He was so incredibly hot that I forgot how to speak. He wore a pair of black shorts and a white t-shirt, and none of it left anything to the imagination. He walked by me as though he owned the room and stopped when his eyes landed on the dildo still dripping onto the floor.

"Looks like you've been busy" he said, stepping over it and looking out the window.

"I'm uh... I'm really sorry if I offended you or anything" I managed, my mouth dry, "I was meant to send it to someone else".

"No shit" he scoffed, picking up the bottle of lube and examining it before setting it back down. "So" he added, "you like being a little whore?"

The words almost paralysed me. In my darkest fantasies, that's what I considered myself to be, but hearing it so openly from Tommy made me feel strange. It wasn't a bad strange, just a different one. I shuffled nervously on my feet, my hands clasped over my junk.

"I... I guess" I mumbled, unable to look at him.

Tommy walked casually over to my roommate's bed and sat down on it.

"Move your hands" he said, staring, "now".

My knees began to buckle, but how on earth could I refuse him? His dark eyes, black hair and rugged body had enthralled me, and now I felt like a zombie. A filthy zombie. His filthy zombie.

I dropped my hands to my side and he watched me intently. His eyes devoured my private parts from across the dark room before he beckoned me forward with only his finger. The power that this man had over me was absurd, yet I obeyed him and stepped closer.

Tommy spread his legs apart and stood me in the gap. Having his face this close to my junk made my cock swell, and when he grabbed it in his hand, I almost came.

"I'm straight" he said sternly, "so I don't wanna see this thing unless I tell you to show it, got that?"

I gasped as he forced my cock between my legs and pushed them closed. His eyes scanned my nudity once my manhood had been removed, and with one hand squeezing his own bulge, he ran his other down my chest.

"You're a naughty little bitch, huh?" He asked, eyeing the dildo, "why don't you show me how naughty you are?"

I stared at him as my cock became painfully erect between my legs. He nodded at it, and instinctively, I knew what he wanted.

I shuffled over to it and turned back to him before slowly lowering myself onto the silicone cock. I was both embarrassed and wildly aroused, but I couldn't look at him whilst the dildo slid back into me.

Tommy got to his feet as I began to slowly fuck myself. Doing it with my cock hidden was awkward, but he seemed to be enjoying it. The bulge in his shorts had gotten even larger, and looked much more like the photo he'd sent earlier.

"Sniff it" he said, standing inches in front of me, "sniff it while you bounce, slut".

I leaned forward, impaling myself and heaving in the warm musk from his shorts. The pressure on my cock was making me leak copiously onto the floor.

His stench was strong and masculine. Each whiff sent a buzz of pleasure into my brain. I could smell the unmistakable aroma of a sweaty wank. Perhaps he had been pleasuring himself before my photo.

"Yeah, good bitch" he grunted, grasping the back of my head and pulling my face into his crotch.

Fuck, this was heavenly.

"Use your mouth" he breathed, rubbing my face along the outline of his pole.

I let the edge of his bulge into my mouth and felt his girth between my lips. He gasped overhead and I continued to slide up and down the dildo awkwardly.

"Do you want this cock, whore?" He asked, holding me in place, and I whimpered a yes.

"Beg me for it" he growled, "beg for it you filthy slut".

"Please!" I moaned, as the dildo plowed my prostate, "please let me have your cock!"

I sounded ridiculous, but I felt amazing.

"You can do better than that, bitch. I. Said. Beg!"

With one stroke of his hand, his large, meaty rod bounced out in front of me and I almost cried with excitement. It must have been at least eight inches of pure, thick flesh. His drooping balls swung beneath, and his plum sized cock head was already wet with fluid.

Tommy grabbed his trunk by the base and whacked it off my cheek. It left a trail of pre-cum across my face, and before I could tongue it into my mouth, he moved it to the other side and smacked me with it again.

"Beg you slut!" He hissed.

"Oh fuck!" I gasped, "please let me have your big cock, Tommy".

"Why?" He grinned sadistically, bashing it off my hungry tongue repeatedly, "what will you do with it?"

I continued pumping my hole up and down the dildo as I desperately tried to taste his manhood. I was so painfully close to cumming that I wasn't sure I'd get the words out in time.

"Anything!" I whimpered, "I'll do anything that you want!"

"Yeah" he sneered, "you will".

Without another word, Tommy shoved every inch of his pole into my throat and I gagged so hard that the dildo slipped out of my hole.

"Mmpphh!" I grunted, choking on his delicious cock as tears streamed down my cum smeared cheeks.

"Come on slut" he hissed, keeping me fully impaled, "get your tight little cunt back on that dildo".

My eyes began to bulge as I let the thing slide back into me, and finally Tommy pulled out. It didn't last long however, and a second later, he pushed it back inside.

In and out, in and out, in and out. I managed to breath through it, and after a few more gags and coughs, my throat got used to his aggression, and I began to ease into my first ever blowjob.

"You're a hot little bitch, you know that?" He asked, pulling my hair back so our eyes met, "a dirty, hot little slut" he grinned, and spat onto my face.

This should have been the most humiliating, degrading ordeal of my life, yet my body and mind had never known such pleasure. Kneeling there, with a dildo pumping my hole and Tommy Roberts' cock drilling my throat, covered in his spit and pre-cum whilst my own cock throbbed violently was the fantasy that I never knew I needed.

"Alright" he said breathlessly, dragging his salty pole from my mouth, "get on the bed and don't let me see that little cock".

I wiped the mess from my face and scarpered toward my bed. I had no idea what he wanted me to do, but whatever it was, I was going to do it. I watched as he walked over and grabbed the lube, dousing his bulging cock with it generously before massaging it in.

"Pull that ass apart" he ordered, as I bent over and pried my wet cheeks open.

"I don't even have to go easy with you, do I, slut?" He snarled, jamming one of his fingers inside and hooking it so that I moaned.

"No" I told him, "whatever you want".

"Fuck yeah" he sneered, and took his finger out before slapping my open hole with his wet helmet.

The slapping sound echoed around the room as he toyed with my quivering ring. I was glad that I'd spent the last five hours loosening myself, because even when Tommy shoved his glans inside, I gasped.

"What's wrong, whore?" He asked, taking a handful of my hair and pulling my head back, "does that hurt?"

I made no distinguishable sounds, but Tommy didn't seem to care either way. He grabbed my hips and dragged me backwards, causing every inch of him to penetrate me with considerable force. I moaned painfully as he filled me with his meat, but he left no time for getting used to it, and began fucking me almost instantly.

It was mind blowing. Every vicious stroke, every brutal thrust, every snarling word that the young man said took me closer and closer to the most powerful orgasm I had ever had. I reached between my legs, desperately trying to pluck my cock into my hand, until he grabbed both wrists and pinned them behind my back.

"You wanna cum, slut?" He grunted, his large balls smacking off my smooth ass, "then you'll cum like a real whore".

He held them in place, preventing me from doing anything but moaning loudly into my wet pillow. The overwhelming feeling of complete helplessness was almost as arousing as the hard drilling, and all I could do was take it.

"I'm gonna flood your pussy, you got that?" He snarled, spanking my ass painfully, "and you're gonna leave it there, all fucking night!" He spanked me again, leaving a red handprint on my flesh.

I felt his cock expand inside me, stretching my sphincter even wider as he gasped and groaned. He pushed deeper, pressing his balls against me as they began to churn and spray his thick, hot cum deep into my bowels.

My own prick could no longer contain itself. As Tommy filled me up, my own cum gushed from my untouched pole and splashed onto the sweaty bedsheets. The stench of sex filled the room almost instantly, and the two of us moaned and orgasmed together, in a magical explosion of pleasure.

It felt like a bolt of electricity had rushed through every inch of my naked body. I couldn't speak, I couldn't see, I couldn't do anything but melt into the ferocious fire that burned through me, and when I finally came around, it was over, and Tommy was wiping himself with my t-shirt.

"Was that too much?" He asked, breathless and drenched in sweat.

I fell onto the bed, remembering to cover my flaccid, wet cock as I tried to catch my breath and say no.

"I'm real sorry" he added, scratching his neck as his long snake continued to drip into the ground, "I get a bit carried away".

"D... Don't worry about it" I managed, barely able to stay conscious, "that was the best thing that ever happened to me".

He cocked a brow and stared at me curiously.

"Wait, for real?" He asked, and I nodded as I closed my eyes.

"For real for real?" He asked again, and I opened them and nodded once more.

"Oh".

"Is that surprising?" I said, my chest rising and falling rapidly.

"Well, I mean... Yeah" he half laughed, "most people would slap me in the face for that".

"Most women" I corrected, and he considered it for a moment before a grin lit his face.

"Yeah" he nodded, "you're right".

The stunning heartthrob sat on the edge of the bed and pulled my wrist away from my cock. I stared at him, wondering if he was going to simply pull the thing off, but instead, he grasped it gently between his thumb and forefinger and studied it like a confused puppy.

"I didn't think I'd want to see it" he said, peeling back the foreskin of my sensitive organ, "but it's actually not too bad".

"Thanks" I scoffed.

"My roommate is dropping out" he continued, playing with my soft meat, "I'll have a spare bed up in my room".

It didn't register with me for a moment as I lay there squirming whilst he pleasured me again.

"How about you transfer upstairs?"

I gawped.

"But... I... I have a roommate" I said, unsure why I had to add that stupid fact.

"Does your roommate fuck you like a whore?" He asked with a grin, and a devious smile spread across my face.

"No" I smirked, "I guess he doesn't".