When I was a freshman at IU, I lived on in a dorm that was mostly freshman. My roommate, Chad, is a nice guy. The first month or so of school we really got along great, but now he has a girlfriend who lives in an apartment off campus, so he rarely spends much time in our room.

Except for Chad, I really don't have any friends on the floor. Most of the guys are complete asses. They walk around the halls cursing and belching and for some reason don't seem to understand how to flush a toilet in the floor's communal bathroom. They're real jerks, but none of them has gone out of his way to hassle me.

I was in a deep sleep in the middle of the night, when someone knocked on the door. I thought it was Chad, so I shouted "Come in," from my bed. But the knocking continued, so in a pissed voice I yelled "Come in!" The door was unlocked, but no one came in. So groggily, I got up out of my bed and opened the door.

As the door swung open, I saw Anthony. Anthony lives across the hall. Rumor had it that he was a tough character. But he never tried anything with me. I didn't really know much about him, other than that I have never seen a day go by when he doesn't go into his room with a girl on his arm. Anthony had never really said anything to me, nodding to me as our paths crossed in the hallway, but nothing more.

"Hey, Anthony."

"Oh. Hi," he said as if he hadn't noticed that I opened the door. "Is Chad here?"

"No. Sorry," I answered and took notice of his body. He was leaning against the doorframe with one arm. His other arm was at his side, the hand disappearing into the waist of his athletic shorts. I could tell that he had a hardon from the huge bulge in his crotch. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He was my type of guy; a real wise ass. He had six-pack abs and tapered waist. I assumed that he had just showered because I could see clearly a damp bush of underarm hair.

"You awake?" He asked, stirring me from my trance.

"Yeah, I am now! I was cramming for finals, and said what the shit I'll never get this and went to bed."

"Sorry to have waken you, but since you're up, want some company

I couldn't hide the smile on my face. "Sure." Before I could motion

for him to enter my room, he walked past me and flopped himself down on my bed. I sat down on my chair, facing him. He was laying with his elbows propping him up on the bed. His legs hung over the edge, spread open in a V. He was still hard because there was this large mound in his crotch. Then he lay back with his

hands behind his head, so both armpits were exposed this time. I just stared at him with a goofy grin on my face.

"Do me a favor, will ya?" He asked with a slight smile. "I wanna

take my shoes off but I'm tired as hell." He stopped there, never actually getting to the question, but I knew what he wanted. I felt kinda silly doing it, but I knelt down and began to remove his sneakers. "Socks, too," he added. I felt ridiculous, kneeling before this total stud. But whatever, I was just doing a friend a favor.

As I slid the final sock off, he emitted a quiet groan. I froze, not

sure if I should be excited that I had turned him on--he couldn't be gay, not with all those girls and all the stories I'd heard. So I tried to pretend I hadn't heard it. We were just two guys hanging out.

"Man, am I tired," he moaned.

"You should go to bed." What a stupid comment.

"I can't," he said.

"You can't?"

"No." He sat up more, leaning over, resting his hands on his

thighs. He looked down at me, still sitting on the floor in front of him. "See, I got a problem."


"Yeah. I can't get to sleep without, you know, getting off."

"You should just jerk off, Anthony."

"Jerk off!" He smiled. "Why jerk off when I can get some stupid chick to suck on my cock and swallow my cum? I haven't gone to bed without a blow job for a month. I can't sleep without it now. I'd get some girl to suck me off and then I send her home and fall right to sleep like a baby. Except the girl I had a date with tonight wouldn't touch it. So I'm in a bit of a bind, huh?" He looked at me, a smirk escaping from his lips.

"What are you gonna do?" My cock was growing in my pants.

"Well... everyone says you're a faggot, Bob." I froze. My expression must have changed because he noticed. "I never thought that. But everyone in the dorm says you're a fag and that you take it up the ass.' So I figured, it's worth a try. I'm running out of options. So whaddaya say? Will you suck it or what?"

My eyes darted to his crotch, which he was rubbing through his shorts. He noticed my glancing. "Caught you looking; you are a faggot." He laughed. Suddenly he reached out and I felt his hand on the back of my head. He pulled my head towards him, holding it against his crotch. I could feel his cock through the fabric. "Do you want that cock, faggot?" I nodded yes, licking my lips. "Well, get to work. I need to shoot my load."

With that, he pulled down his shorts and his boxers, revealing his hard cock. It was about eight inches in length and very thick around. His balls were hairy and big. Slowly I leaned forward, grabbing the shaft, and began to flick my tongue against the head.

"Come on, cock sucker, take the whole thing."

I needed no further encouragement. I took a deep breath and began to take Anthony's cock into my mouth, until I had swallowed all eight inches of it and my nose was buried in his thick bush of dark hair. The smell was intoxicating. Sweat and piss; pure manliness filled my nostrils. I wrapped my throat around his cock, sliding up and down, still feeling the pressure of his hand on the back of my head.

Suddenly, he gripped my hair, pulling me off his enormous cock, shouting, "Balls. Suck my balls, you faggot."

I immediately readjusted my position so that I had better access to his nut sack. I buried my head between his open legs, taking one ball into my mouth and rolling it around with my tongue. From my new position, I could smell a different, muskier, dirtier smell. I licked under his scrotum and traced the path to his rosebud. Then without warning, he let loose an enormous fart. The sheer volume of it shocked me and I tried to pull away. But Anthony's grip on my head was strong. He forced my face directly into his asshole. He laughed out loud as he let out a few more, much smaller, farts. I held my breath.

"You're gonna have to breathe sooner or later, so enjoy it." I inhaled. "I know you love it, fag. Lick my hole. Go on, lick it." I dragged my tongue across his sweaty butt hole and tasted his sweat. I began slowly to only lick around his hole but eventually began to lap at it like a slut, darting my tongue in and out of his shit hole as he mocked and humiliated me.

"This is the best head I've had in weeks, you dirty queer." I lapped at his hole even more vigorously. "You love licking at my ass, don't ya? Now back on my cock!" I quickly lifted my head from his ass and took his cock into my mouth, sliding down on it until it was buried deep in my throat. I clenched my throat and unclenched it, feeling his tool deep inside me. I felt his balls tighten against my chin. He began to cum, filling my throat first and then pulled out until just the head of his cock remained in my mouth. He continued to pump out his nectar, which I swallowed. Although I was out of breath, I loved it.

After his orgasm subsided, I began to pull off his cock, but his hands caught me. He laughed. "What's the rush, man? You love that cock. Take your time. Just let it sit there. Yeah. Like that." He stroked my hair gently as I knelt in front of him. The head of his softening cock was resting on my tongue.

"You know what the worst part of getting sucked before you go to bed is?" I shook my head back and forth, signaling that I did not know. "Well... after the chick leaves and I've already had her swallow my cum... I gotta pee real bad." I looked up at him. "Yeah." He said as he grabbed my throat. "But with you, faggot, I don't have to get up and go to the bathroom, do I? You'll drink it down like a good little queer. So enjoy, faggot."

I felt the first trickle of piss enter my mouth, acrid, tangy. I Swallowed quickly, knowing the force of the stream would increase, and it did. I swallowed his warm pee for about ten seconds as he stroked my hair. When he'd finished, he removed his soft cock from my mouth and shook it..

"You're a good cock sucking faggot. Did you have fun?" I nodded. "What? Speak up, slut."

"Yes. I loved it. I love sucking your cock."

He smirked. "Good thing. I'll see you again tomorrow night about this time."



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