My First Year in College
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More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first 14 chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
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My First Year in College
Chapter 16: Doing a Martin (Part 1)
"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."
My mind went all over the place. My life was over. Austin knew!
He "always" knew.
I started to sob like a little child.
Did Ryan tell him something? About me being gay? They were in a car together for hours, maybe he would have mentioned walking on me jerking-off to gay porn? No, he would not have... Or maybe Ryan had mentioned "Anna"'s profile? And Austin would have matched the pieces of the puzzle together? No, Mallory was there too. There was no way Ryan could talk about his secret Instagram account in front of her. Or maybe, Austin just knew I was gay, not from Ryan but from the staring... the creepy stalking, or worse... from the touching...
Maybe he remembered New Year's Eve? But then, how could he know Anna was me? Did I say something in the conversation? I almost betrayed myself several times while I was catfishing Ryan... Shit! I could not go through the conversation again to check because Austin blocked Anna's profile. Maybe it had something to do with the IP addresses?
"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."
I was shaking.
He knew all along.
I needed to do something. Anything.
I picked up my phone shaking and called Austin. Either that or I would drive myself crazy.
To say what? Sorry I tried to catfish you? Sorry I touched you in your sleep? I was already regretting calling him when he answered:
"Yo mate! You could not wait until tomorrow to talk to me?"
I was crying over the phone but could not verbalize a word. He did not seem mad. He seemed awfully normal actually.
"Bro, what's going on? Hello? Ty, Are you Ok?" He sounded more concerned now.
"Yeah... I..."
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"What is it?"
He seemed surprised that I was crying. The man just called me a fag. How could he act so normally?
Then I realized it. He called Anna a fag, the fake profile. Not me.
I hung up.
When I read the phrase "I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG" directed at me, I instantly thought that he had recognized me. The fag in Austin's life. The one who had been obsessing over him for months. But maybe...
I went back to the two videos I had just sent. OH FUCK! That was it! In one of the videos, Sofia/Anna had red nails, in the other, she had blue nails and a different haircut. I pretended the two videos were live! Of course, Austin realized I was a catfish at that moment; besides, he was probably suspicious since the very beginning -- this is why he kept asking for a live cam session!
I was a total fool.
Austin caught a catfish. He did not catch me. At least... not yet!
I deleted Anna's account immediately. Austin tried to call me several times. Damn, now this phone call, crying, it was the most suspicious thing ever.
I did not answer, he texted me:
"Man, answer the damn phone!! I'm worried. What's going on?!"
I collected myself as best as I could and called him back.
"I'm sorry, Sofia and I, it's already over. She did not want anyone to know about us and I wanted to have a more serious thing... She just ended it."
The explanation came out without thinking it through but it turned out to be the most perfect lie, it was explaining my fake relationship with Sofia, ending it before the new semester started and giving me a reason to cry over the phone.
"That bitch!" Austin said. Maybe I should specify, he was not talking about me.
I said I needed to be alone and never wanted to talk about "that bitch" again (that would also save me from further explanations) and Austin told me he would be there to change my mind the next day.
My dear reader, that evening was the last time in my life I ever catfished anyone.
I played too close with the fire. This time, I got lucky. But on so many occasions, my brother or Ty could have caught up to me. Actually, one of them eventually did. But more on that later.
On the first evening back on campus, the guys (Austin, Gary, Martin, Henry, Steve, and Luis) and I sat down together retelling our holidays. I was happy to share Austin's embarrassing drunk stories from New Year's Eve. Although, I did not mention me stripping him while he was passed out or our interrupted masturbation session.
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We had a nice time. Once most of the boys started to talk about football again, Gary and I called it a night and we went to bed.
During the first week, I barely saw Austin even though we would always take time to joke around and would now text each other constantly, like best friends do. His practices were taking a lot of his time, since he broke up with Ashley, he registered for some more activities: swimming and wrestling... As if he were not already hot enough?
Steve and Austin were now wresting together once a week and this thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night. They were objectively two of the sexiest men of the entire college.
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This time apart from my roommate did help me as I was dedicated to start fresh and focused more on classes this time around. The previous semester was a bit too crazy and the latest incident with the catfish convinced me that I needed to work on controlling my urges.
When Austin was sleeping in tight underwear or naked next to me, I would merely look and direct my thoughts on tennis training or homework. Don't worry my dear reader, I had not completely lost my mind, of course, I still peeked at his morning woods and sweaty armpits. The man was a perfect Adonis, it would have been a crime not to look!
Thankfully, Janice was there to keep me right on track. Austin and Ashley were now very vocally hating each other and could not be in the same room together, but their break-up felt like a little break-up for Janice and I and I was happy to spend some time alone with her.
Admittedly, we had grown close together while we were the official third and fourth wheels of Austin and Ashley's relationship.
Janice gave me more details on what had happened the night of the end of the semester party. It was still a very sensitive subject for Austin. Ashley drank a lot and ended up making-up with a sophomore, a certain Brandon -- not even that cute -- right in the middle of the dance-floor. According to Janice, it was a coping mechanism for Ashley who felt trapped in the relationship since Austin had moved in in her room.
To be trapped in a relationship with Austin, I would give anything but I did not say that to Janice and faked to understand the psychology behind Ashley's behavior.
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On a Thursday night, a couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, Austin came back to the room very late, around 2am. I knew there could be only one good reason for him to return from football practice that late: a post-training fuck session with the frat guys. I did not ask any question though.
But maybe this had triggered something because the next day, Austin was very in the mood to jerk-off to some porn together. I happily obliged.
"You know what your brother told me?" He said, while I was masturbating him in front of a Latino girl shoving a dildo in her ass.
"You are scaring me..." I replied, being truthful.
"We should not worry about jerking each other's off! He said it was almost mandatory among roommates when he was in college." He laughed, making his hard cock pulsating a bit under my fingers.
"Ah..." I said, remembering the deep embarrassment of that morning when he caught us.
"He said that he did worse. Did you know about that?" I had a hard time to focus as Austin was caressing my balls while casually talking about my big brother. "He told me he was sucking his roommate dick all the time when they were both singles and they could not get girls!"
I stopped jerking him off.
"You know, just to help him get a good release with his mouth! Always better than a hand!" Austin continued, smirking.
Was he proposing something to me?!
I looked at him, stunned: "Austin?"
"Relax man!" He said. "I did not ask you to do a Martin on me!" He smiled and jerked off his monster cock with both of his hands while one guy was now fingering the Pornstar on the screen, she was squirting a lot.
"Doing a Martin" was our new name for a very sloppy blowjob / deepthroat. We had coined the phrase when Martin told us another one of his blowjob stories with a waitress in the bathroom of a restaurant.
I continued jerking off, now focusing on my own cock. A lot of thoughts were battling in my head. How did I want to play this? Why would my brother say that to Austin? To put me in an uncomfortable position or... maybe to help me? To help me get what he knew I really wanted? I should offer Austin to suck his dick. Now.
But it was too late: Austin had cummed on his slightly hair abs, using his own hand, well his own two hands.
I was a bit taken aback but the sight of his cum was always sufficient to make me blow my load. We went to bed, once again sleeping naked. I wondered. Did I just miss the opportunity of the life time?
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As the days passed, I thought I did because if Austin would still be comfortable jerking off on his bed, he was no longer offering me a helping hand and even less so, to lend him my mouth. Maybe he thought that he had shocked me?
On the contrary, he had implanted the idea deep in my brain and knowing me, it was obvious that I could not let it go until I would have successfully deep-throated his monster cock. To be fair, I did not need that much help to think about offering a blowjob to Austin but still, hearing those words from his own beautiful lips. It had now become my new obsession.
[Chapter 16 continues below]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 16: Doing a Martin (Part 1)
"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."
My mind went all over the place. My life was over. Austin knew!
He "always" knew.
I started to sob like a little child.
Did Ryan tell him something? About me being gay? They were in a car together for hours, maybe he would have mentioned walking on me jerking-off to gay porn? No, he would not have... Or maybe Ryan had mentioned "Anna"'s profile? And Austin would have matched the pieces of the puzzle together? No, Mallory was there too. There was no way Ryan could talk about his secret Instagram account in front of her. Or maybe, Austin just knew I was gay, not from Ryan but from the staring... the creepy stalking, or worse... from the touching...
Maybe he remembered New Year's Eve? But then, how could he know Anna was me? Did I say something in the conversation? I almost betrayed myself several times while I was catfishing Ryan... Shit! I could not go through the conversation again to check because Austin blocked Anna's profile. Maybe it had something to do with the IP addresses?
"I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG."
I was shaking.
He knew all along.
I needed to do something. Anything.
I picked up my phone shaking and called Austin. Either that or I would drive myself crazy.
To say what? Sorry I tried to catfish you? Sorry I touched you in your sleep? I was already regretting calling him when he answered:
"Yo mate! You could not wait until tomorrow to talk to me?"
I was crying over the phone but could not verbalize a word. He did not seem mad. He seemed awfully normal actually.
"Bro, what's going on? Hello? Ty, Are you Ok?" He sounded more concerned now.
"Yeah... I..."
"What is it?"
He seemed surprised that I was crying. The man just called me a fag. How could he act so normally?
Then I realized it. He called Anna a fag, the fake profile. Not me.
I hung up.
When I read the phrase "I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE A FAG" directed at me, I instantly thought that he had recognized me. The fag in Austin's life. The one who had been obsessing over him for months. But maybe...
I went back to the two videos I had just sent. OH FUCK! That was it! In one of the videos, Sofia/Anna had red nails, in the other, she had blue nails and a different haircut. I pretended the two videos were live! Of course, Austin realized I was a catfish at that moment; besides, he was probably suspicious since the very beginning -- this is why he kept asking for a live cam session!
I was a total fool.
Austin caught a catfish. He did not catch me. At least... not yet!
I deleted Anna's account immediately. Austin tried to call me several times. Damn, now this phone call, crying, it was the most suspicious thing ever.
I did not answer, he texted me:
"Man, answer the damn phone!! I'm worried. What's going on?!"
I collected myself as best as I could and called him back.
"I'm sorry, Sofia and I, it's already over. She did not want anyone to know about us and I wanted to have a more serious thing... She just ended it."
The explanation came out without thinking it through but it turned out to be the most perfect lie, it was explaining my fake relationship with Sofia, ending it before the new semester started and giving me a reason to cry over the phone.
"That bitch!" Austin said. Maybe I should specify, he was not talking about me.
I said I needed to be alone and never wanted to talk about "that bitch" again (that would also save me from further explanations) and Austin told me he would be there to change my mind the next day.
My dear reader, that evening was the last time in my life I ever catfished anyone.
I played too close with the fire. This time, I got lucky. But on so many occasions, my brother or Ty could have caught up to me. Actually, one of them eventually did. But more on that later.
On the first evening back on campus, the guys (Austin, Gary, Martin, Henry, Steve, and Luis) and I sat down together retelling our holidays. I was happy to share Austin's embarrassing drunk stories from New Year's Eve. Although, I did not mention me stripping him while he was passed out or our interrupted masturbation session.
We had a nice time. Once most of the boys started to talk about football again, Gary and I called it a night and we went to bed.
During the first week, I barely saw Austin even though we would always take time to joke around and would now text each other constantly, like best friends do. His practices were taking a lot of his time, since he broke up with Ashley, he registered for some more activities: swimming and wrestling... As if he were not already hot enough?
Steve and Austin were now wresting together once a week and this thought alone was enough to keep me awake at night. They were objectively two of the sexiest men of the entire college.
This time apart from my roommate did help me as I was dedicated to start fresh and focused more on classes this time around. The previous semester was a bit too crazy and the latest incident with the catfish convinced me that I needed to work on controlling my urges.
When Austin was sleeping in tight underwear or naked next to me, I would merely look and direct my thoughts on tennis training or homework. Don't worry my dear reader, I had not completely lost my mind, of course, I still peeked at his morning woods and sweaty armpits. The man was a perfect Adonis, it would have been a crime not to look!
Thankfully, Janice was there to keep me right on track. Austin and Ashley were now very vocally hating each other and could not be in the same room together, but their break-up felt like a little break-up for Janice and I and I was happy to spend some time alone with her.
Admittedly, we had grown close together while we were the official third and fourth wheels of Austin and Ashley's relationship.
Janice gave me more details on what had happened the night of the end of the semester party. It was still a very sensitive subject for Austin. Ashley drank a lot and ended up making-up with a sophomore, a certain Brandon -- not even that cute -- right in the middle of the dance-floor. According to Janice, it was a coping mechanism for Ashley who felt trapped in the relationship since Austin had moved in in her room.
To be trapped in a relationship with Austin, I would give anything but I did not say that to Janice and faked to understand the psychology behind Ashley's behavior.
On a Thursday night, a couple of weeks after the start of the new semester, Austin came back to the room very late, around 2am. I knew there could be only one good reason for him to return from football practice that late: a post-training fuck session with the frat guys. I did not ask any question though.
But maybe this had triggered something because the next day, Austin was very in the mood to jerk-off to some porn together. I happily obliged.
"You know what your brother told me?" He said, while I was masturbating him in front of a Latino girl shoving a dildo in her ass.
"You are scaring me..." I replied, being truthful.
"We should not worry about jerking each other's off! He said it was almost mandatory among roommates when he was in college." He laughed, making his hard cock pulsating a bit under my fingers.
"Ah..." I said, remembering the deep embarrassment of that morning when he caught us.
"He said that he did worse. Did you know about that?" I had a hard time to focus as Austin was caressing my balls while casually talking about my big brother. "He told me he was sucking his roommate dick all the time when they were both singles and they could not get girls!"
I stopped jerking him off.
"You know, just to help him get a good release with his mouth! Always better than a hand!" Austin continued, smirking.
Was he proposing something to me?!
I looked at him, stunned: "Austin?"
"Relax man!" He said. "I did not ask you to do a Martin on me!" He smiled and jerked off his monster cock with both of his hands while one guy was now fingering the Pornstar on the screen, she was squirting a lot.
"Doing a Martin" was our new name for a very sloppy blowjob / deepthroat. We had coined the phrase when Martin told us another one of his blowjob stories with a waitress in the bathroom of a restaurant.
I continued jerking off, now focusing on my own cock. A lot of thoughts were battling in my head. How did I want to play this? Why would my brother say that to Austin? To put me in an uncomfortable position or... maybe to help me? To help me get what he knew I really wanted? I should offer Austin to suck his dick. Now.
But it was too late: Austin had cummed on his slightly hair abs, using his own hand, well his own two hands.
I was a bit taken aback but the sight of his cum was always sufficient to make me blow my load. We went to bed, once again sleeping naked. I wondered. Did I just miss the opportunity of the life time?
As the days passed, I thought I did because if Austin would still be comfortable jerking off on his bed, he was no longer offering me a helping hand and even less so, to lend him my mouth. Maybe he thought that he had shocked me?
On the contrary, he had implanted the idea deep in my brain and knowing me, it was obvious that I could not let it go until I would have successfully deep-throated his monster cock. To be fair, I did not need that much help to think about offering a blowjob to Austin but still, hearing those words from his own beautiful lips. It had now become my new obsession.
[Chapter 16 continues below]
More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first 14 chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
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My First Year in College
Chapter 16: Doing a Martin (Part 2)
On January 27th, we all celebrated Austin's 19th birthday. I had bought him a new wrestling singlet. He was new to the sport and had to borrow some singlets from Steve for each of his class. As you can imagine I had picked the most revealing one I could find, bright yellow, with as little as fabric as possible. I could not wait for him to try it on.
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As usual, the evening started to get wild with the guys. Crowded in Gary and Steve's room, we started to play a game of truth or dare.
"Martin?" Started Gary.
"Truth."
"Did you ever sleep with a woman over 50?"
"Damn right I did! And it was great!" Martin bowed down, proud of himself. Everyone else applauded and/or fist bumped him.
"Keep your mommies away guys!" Shouted Luis to warn us all. Everyone got a good laugh, although, I was pretty sure nothing would stop Martin to actually fuck one of our moms.
"Steve?" Asked Martin.
"Dare!"
"Run naked through the hallway!" Ordered Martin. "Now!"
"I am not surprised you want to see me naked Martin! I saw your looks in the locker-rooms after practice!" It was pretty ironic as Steve was always the one who seemed to stare at everyone else in our shared bathroom. I thought of the many times I got to see his boner in the past few weeks only. My ears went a little red.
"Yeah, Steve... if you say so... Now, take off those clothes!" Martin had always a sort of authoritarian tone. He made me think of Professor Fletcher in a way. Wait, Professor Fletcher did say those exact words to me actually.
I smiled to myself while Steve took off his clothes, not even trying to hide his genitals. He started running in the corridor with a huge smile on his beautiful face, his black flaccid cock flopping against his muscular thighs.
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He put back his underwear on. Only his underwear, why bother to have more clothes on when you look like that? Then he said:
"Birthday boy! Truth or dare?!"
"Dare." Replied Austin.
"I dare you to drink 3 shots of tequila out of Henry's belly button!"
Henry took off his shirt right away; This one too was always happy to show off his muscular smooth body.
"At least, he is shaved" said Gary "easier than if it were on Martins".
Martin showed off his hairy torso with a smirk. "Next time maybe." He winked.
You bet that I LOVED these parties among the guys.
Austin obliged and drank out of Henry's body. He did not leave a single drop.
"Henry" He said.
"Dare!" Shouted Henry immediately.
"Pay back time: Drink 4 shouts out of Martin's belly button!"
"Fuck you man!"
Martin was too glad to completely take off his shirt and present his hairy chest to Henry. Henry seemed to be grossed out but did not shy away, he sucked on the belly button, and told he had swallowed some hair afterwards. Again, everybody was drunk and giggling.
"Tyler. Truth or Dare?" Henry asked.
I knew that if I responded truth, I would probably have to lie but I was scared of the dare. However, I would not mind drinking some alcohol of Austin's body so I went for it.
"Dare!"
"Wow Tyler grew some balls!" Teased Martin.
"Shut up" Austin said, defending me. I just gave Martin the finger and everybody laughed.
"Ok... I dare you to suck Austin's dick as a nice birthday present! I think the man of the hour deserves it!"
This was way out of line compared to the other challenges and way out of character for Henry. He was drunk, but still. There were a few seconds of silence. I looked at Austin. His hand was actually approaching his zipper and his crotch -- oh my god, were we doing this?! - when Henry said:
"Ok maybe that's a lot for a first blowjob... You should suck Gary instead, more manageable."
Everybody laughed, once again, not me though and not Gary who complained: "My dick is hard to manage as well... I mean... It is big!". Austin, on my right side, kept on smiling but almost seemed disappointed we did not go through with it.
"Come on Henry, give me a real challenge, something doable." I pleaded.
"Ok, ok. Just suck on this banana then! But I want a beautiful deep-throat!"
"Great idea!" Encouraged Steve.
"Martin should be the judge of my banana sucking skills then. He's the expert, right?" I said, daring the guys.
"Go ahead Ty, I'll give you your grade." Martin said imitating our strict English teacher. "Let's see if you can do a Martin properly."
Gary handed me a banana. To be honest, I had already done that once or twice before, privately though, not in a room full of straight college guys. I proceeded and tried to deep-throat the banana, under the hissing and applause of the guys. Why should I care, I went straight for it! Once I gagged, I pushed it back.
"I am impressed Tyler. I would give you a B+. You could have gone deeper but I salute the commitment" Martin shook my hand while inspecting the saliva on the banana. A devilish look in his eyes.
"Martin." I said. "You have already used your truth, right? So, Dare?"
"Dare, sure! You can ask me anything!"
"Try to go deeper than me on that banana. If you can..."
There was some tension in the air.
"Sure, I'm not a pussy" He took the banana out of my hand, it was still full of my saliva but Martin forced it down his throat right away, almost completely, a tear coming out of his eyes.
"SHIT!" Said Steve. "Wow, he really did go for it. It almost got me hard!"
Martin kept the banana in his mouth, almost challenging us all to laugh or to try to do better.
"Man, that's good, you did it." I spoke. Impressed. Intimidated even.
Martin kept on going and only removed the banana from his throat 20 seconds later, when it was totally drenched with his saliva. "The fucker!"
The challenges followed for almost half an hour until everyone was too drunk to understand the rules of the game. I know, the rules were pretty simple but we were also really drunk. Luis ended up totally naked, he looked delicious. Gary and Steve had to make out and they weirdly seemed into it.
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When we got back to our room, Austin and I were both dizzy. We struggled to open the door, both giggling like two teenagers.
"Happy 19th!" I shouted, once again.
"Thank you, my friend!" He put his arm around my neck.
"I am sorry you did not get a blowjob from a good slut for your birthday!" I hugged him.
He was undressing, now getting fully naked. I was too. We were still semi hugging. The moment was getting deeply erotic.
"Well Ty... for your birthday, I'll think to get you a hooker! I know you want to lick some bitches' ass very bad, I'll find a way to get you that!" We laughed again. I was buzzing.
I was too drunk to think straight.
Literally, I thought very gay.
He was naked before me and for the first time ever, I touched his flaccid cock. I wanted him.
"I can sacrifice myself for the team." I said seriously, staring into his blue eyes, my hand on his cock.
Austin looked at me intensely. Then, he understood.
"You think you'd know how?"
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I was still sober enough to avoid mentioning what I had done with my Laws Professor to prove my skills.
"Well, I guess it's not that complicated. I have already sucked on a banana". He started to touch his now semi-hard penis, grinning.
"Ok. Wait." He turned on the computer and launched a porn. It was not the usual stuff we would watch. In a hurry, he clicked on the first video he saw, it looked like a 90's movies with very hairy guys and normal looking girls.
He lied down on his bed.
"Let me focus on the movie." Austin slowly got harder. I was standing next to him in my boxer briefs. I was getting hard myself despite the alcohol going through my body.
I knelt down. That did feel weird and Austin looked at me, a bit unsure. I joked: "I am just about to pray the lord, nothing else".
"Man... that's so fucked up." I did not move, but then he continued: "I'm hard, you can try!"
I leant towards his big dick; I had never been that close. I took a good look, enjoying the moment. I had already seen his cock harder but it was better this way, I could ease it in my mouth while it was still a bit soft. I appreciated every vein, his big balls, his pubic hair.
I touched his dick with my hand first. He was focusing on the porn on the computer but he moaned. I played with the foreskin with my fingers, let the head out and finally, I went in, started to suck the tip of it.
Austin moaned again.
I was now sucking his dick. Taking as much in as I could. I was hoping he would guide me with his hands in my hair but he was lying still, sometimes touching his dick with his own hand but never touching me. I felt his tool growing inside my mouth. I touched his balls.
"Am I doing this right?" I asked.
"Shut up." He said abruptly. "I'm trying to picture you as a girl!"
As pathetic as this may sound, that broke my heart a little. He could enjoy my mouth only if he believed it was not mine. It did not stop me though. This was just too good. He tasted too damn delicious. I went on him deeper, harder. He moaned louder.
"Fuck, fuck" he said.
I looked towards his face; his eyes were closed. I was leaking tons of precum on the floor. My own dick was really hard. I was starting to really get into it, then I remembered I was supposed to be straight and I removed myself a bit.
He let me go and just jerked himself off with his hands for a while, still without opening his eyes.
"Thanks bro! That was a nice birthday present!"
My eyes were teary, and not only because of the difficulty of gagging on his now well erected dick. My feelings of lust, of love, of fear were overwhelming me.
He kept on jerking off:
"How did it feel?" He asked softly.
"Weird." I replied. Instead of delicious. Instead of paradise. Instead of "I love you". Instead of "Fuck me in the ass now."
He opened his eyes and saw that I was a bit distraught.
"Dude, are you ok? That's just a dick! You did not have to!" He looked concerned now.
I smiled. I was playing the role of the straight guy a bit too well, maybe.
"No that's fine. We have to experiment! You told it yourself, my own brother did it with his friends, no big deal! I'll tell you what, I'll even finish. I'll try to challenge me and go deeper. I'll do you a proper Martin! Then I'm counting on you to do the same thing to me on my birthday."
He did not answer but closed his eyes again. Implicitly telling me to go for it.
I went on his dick again, this time trying to do a better job. It was very thick, and it was longer than the only other dick I ever had in mouth. But I wanted it so bad. I let some tears rolled down my cheeks as I was pushing myself to swallow my roommate monster cock. It was now fully hard.
Actually, I had never seen it that hard: 9.5. inches ofraw meat.
This time, I played with my tongue and went back and forth. Austin was moaning louder and louder. He placed his hands behind his own head, like he was relaxing and letting me finishing him off. I always loved when he put his hands like this. Showing off pecs, armpits and biceps. I went on his dick harder. Licking his head. I touched his balls at the same time. I spat on it with the saliva forming in my mouth while I was gagging.
"FUCK!! That's fucking good!"
He could not hide his enjoyment anymore, some precum flew down my throat. I was touching my own dick and I jizzed, as my nose was touching his pubic hair, a large amount of cum fell on the floor. I did not tell him. It started to get even sloppier, I guess I was now "doing a Martin" right!
"Ty, be careful... I'm gonna..."
I did not stop.
"Ty... I"
I went deeper as I ever did, fighting against my gag reflex against his rock-hard dick, playing with my tongue.
"TYYY!!!"
He cummed inside my mouth. I was so surprise I spat half out of the cum on his thighs and abs. I almost went to swallow the rest when Austin snapped me back to reality and said:
"So sorry bro! I could not help it!"
With my mouth full of cum, I said: "Happy birthday!"
He laughed. I did too.
Sadly, I knew what I had to do to keep up the appearances. Did it still matter at this point? I had no idea but I wasted some more of that precious liquid. I spat some cum out of my mouth into the sink.
"Man... I don't know if I could do the same to you... I can jerk you off though? You made me cum I should help you out." He offered.
I had already jizzed. A lot. But Austin did not need to know that.
"No, that was YOUR birthday present. I'm too tired anyway."
"Ok, then..." He was still visibly drunk, closed his eyes, and started to doze off a few minutes later, naked on his bed, his semen sticking on his defined and slightly hairy abs.
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The first time we jerked off side by side, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.
The first time we jerked each other off, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.
Could this blowjob become a habit too? One closeted gay guy can always hope.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 16: Doing a Martin (Part 2)
On January 27th, we all celebrated Austin's 19th birthday. I had bought him a new wrestling singlet. He was new to the sport and had to borrow some singlets from Steve for each of his class. As you can imagine I had picked the most revealing one I could find, bright yellow, with as little as fabric as possible. I could not wait for him to try it on.
As usual, the evening started to get wild with the guys. Crowded in Gary and Steve's room, we started to play a game of truth or dare.
"Martin?" Started Gary.
"Truth."
"Did you ever sleep with a woman over 50?"
"Damn right I did! And it was great!" Martin bowed down, proud of himself. Everyone else applauded and/or fist bumped him.
"Keep your mommies away guys!" Shouted Luis to warn us all. Everyone got a good laugh, although, I was pretty sure nothing would stop Martin to actually fuck one of our moms.
"Steve?" Asked Martin.
"Dare!"
"Run naked through the hallway!" Ordered Martin. "Now!"
"I am not surprised you want to see me naked Martin! I saw your looks in the locker-rooms after practice!" It was pretty ironic as Steve was always the one who seemed to stare at everyone else in our shared bathroom. I thought of the many times I got to see his boner in the past few weeks only. My ears went a little red.
"Yeah, Steve... if you say so... Now, take off those clothes!" Martin had always a sort of authoritarian tone. He made me think of Professor Fletcher in a way. Wait, Professor Fletcher did say those exact words to me actually.
I smiled to myself while Steve took off his clothes, not even trying to hide his genitals. He started running in the corridor with a huge smile on his beautiful face, his black flaccid cock flopping against his muscular thighs.
He put back his underwear on. Only his underwear, why bother to have more clothes on when you look like that? Then he said:
"Birthday boy! Truth or dare?!"
"Dare." Replied Austin.
"I dare you to drink 3 shots of tequila out of Henry's belly button!"
Henry took off his shirt right away; This one too was always happy to show off his muscular smooth body.
"At least, he is shaved" said Gary "easier than if it were on Martins".
Martin showed off his hairy torso with a smirk. "Next time maybe." He winked.
You bet that I LOVED these parties among the guys.
Austin obliged and drank out of Henry's body. He did not leave a single drop.
"Henry" He said.
"Dare!" Shouted Henry immediately.
"Pay back time: Drink 4 shouts out of Martin's belly button!"
"Fuck you man!"
Martin was too glad to completely take off his shirt and present his hairy chest to Henry. Henry seemed to be grossed out but did not shy away, he sucked on the belly button, and told he had swallowed some hair afterwards. Again, everybody was drunk and giggling.
"Tyler. Truth or Dare?" Henry asked.
I knew that if I responded truth, I would probably have to lie but I was scared of the dare. However, I would not mind drinking some alcohol of Austin's body so I went for it.
"Dare!"
"Wow Tyler grew some balls!" Teased Martin.
"Shut up" Austin said, defending me. I just gave Martin the finger and everybody laughed.
"Ok... I dare you to suck Austin's dick as a nice birthday present! I think the man of the hour deserves it!"
This was way out of line compared to the other challenges and way out of character for Henry. He was drunk, but still. There were a few seconds of silence. I looked at Austin. His hand was actually approaching his zipper and his crotch -- oh my god, were we doing this?! - when Henry said:
"Ok maybe that's a lot for a first blowjob... You should suck Gary instead, more manageable."
Everybody laughed, once again, not me though and not Gary who complained: "My dick is hard to manage as well... I mean... It is big!". Austin, on my right side, kept on smiling but almost seemed disappointed we did not go through with it.
"Come on Henry, give me a real challenge, something doable." I pleaded.
"Ok, ok. Just suck on this banana then! But I want a beautiful deep-throat!"
"Great idea!" Encouraged Steve.
"Martin should be the judge of my banana sucking skills then. He's the expert, right?" I said, daring the guys.
"Go ahead Ty, I'll give you your grade." Martin said imitating our strict English teacher. "Let's see if you can do a Martin properly."
Gary handed me a banana. To be honest, I had already done that once or twice before, privately though, not in a room full of straight college guys. I proceeded and tried to deep-throat the banana, under the hissing and applause of the guys. Why should I care, I went straight for it! Once I gagged, I pushed it back.
"I am impressed Tyler. I would give you a B+. You could have gone deeper but I salute the commitment" Martin shook my hand while inspecting the saliva on the banana. A devilish look in his eyes.
"Martin." I said. "You have already used your truth, right? So, Dare?"
"Dare, sure! You can ask me anything!"
"Try to go deeper than me on that banana. If you can..."
There was some tension in the air.
"Sure, I'm not a pussy" He took the banana out of my hand, it was still full of my saliva but Martin forced it down his throat right away, almost completely, a tear coming out of his eyes.
"SHIT!" Said Steve. "Wow, he really did go for it. It almost got me hard!"
Martin kept the banana in his mouth, almost challenging us all to laugh or to try to do better.
"Man, that's good, you did it." I spoke. Impressed. Intimidated even.
Martin kept on going and only removed the banana from his throat 20 seconds later, when it was totally drenched with his saliva. "The fucker!"
The challenges followed for almost half an hour until everyone was too drunk to understand the rules of the game. I know, the rules were pretty simple but we were also really drunk. Luis ended up totally naked, he looked delicious. Gary and Steve had to make out and they weirdly seemed into it.
When we got back to our room, Austin and I were both dizzy. We struggled to open the door, both giggling like two teenagers.
"Happy 19th!" I shouted, once again.
"Thank you, my friend!" He put his arm around my neck.
"I am sorry you did not get a blowjob from a good slut for your birthday!" I hugged him.
He was undressing, now getting fully naked. I was too. We were still semi hugging. The moment was getting deeply erotic.
"Well Ty... for your birthday, I'll think to get you a hooker! I know you want to lick some bitches' ass very bad, I'll find a way to get you that!" We laughed again. I was buzzing.
I was too drunk to think straight.
Literally, I thought very gay.
He was naked before me and for the first time ever, I touched his flaccid cock. I wanted him.
"I can sacrifice myself for the team." I said seriously, staring into his blue eyes, my hand on his cock.
Austin looked at me intensely. Then, he understood.
"You think you'd know how?"
I was still sober enough to avoid mentioning what I had done with my Laws Professor to prove my skills.
"Well, I guess it's not that complicated. I have already sucked on a banana". He started to touch his now semi-hard penis, grinning.
"Ok. Wait." He turned on the computer and launched a porn. It was not the usual stuff we would watch. In a hurry, he clicked on the first video he saw, it looked like a 90's movies with very hairy guys and normal looking girls.
He lied down on his bed.
"Let me focus on the movie." Austin slowly got harder. I was standing next to him in my boxer briefs. I was getting hard myself despite the alcohol going through my body.
I knelt down. That did feel weird and Austin looked at me, a bit unsure. I joked: "I am just about to pray the lord, nothing else".
"Man... that's so fucked up." I did not move, but then he continued: "I'm hard, you can try!"
I leant towards his big dick; I had never been that close. I took a good look, enjoying the moment. I had already seen his cock harder but it was better this way, I could ease it in my mouth while it was still a bit soft. I appreciated every vein, his big balls, his pubic hair.
I touched his dick with my hand first. He was focusing on the porn on the computer but he moaned. I played with the foreskin with my fingers, let the head out and finally, I went in, started to suck the tip of it.
Austin moaned again.
I was now sucking his dick. Taking as much in as I could. I was hoping he would guide me with his hands in my hair but he was lying still, sometimes touching his dick with his own hand but never touching me. I felt his tool growing inside my mouth. I touched his balls.
"Am I doing this right?" I asked.
"Shut up." He said abruptly. "I'm trying to picture you as a girl!"
As pathetic as this may sound, that broke my heart a little. He could enjoy my mouth only if he believed it was not mine. It did not stop me though. This was just too good. He tasted too damn delicious. I went on him deeper, harder. He moaned louder.
"Fuck, fuck" he said.
I looked towards his face; his eyes were closed. I was leaking tons of precum on the floor. My own dick was really hard. I was starting to really get into it, then I remembered I was supposed to be straight and I removed myself a bit.
He let me go and just jerked himself off with his hands for a while, still without opening his eyes.
"Thanks bro! That was a nice birthday present!"
My eyes were teary, and not only because of the difficulty of gagging on his now well erected dick. My feelings of lust, of love, of fear were overwhelming me.
He kept on jerking off:
"How did it feel?" He asked softly.
"Weird." I replied. Instead of delicious. Instead of paradise. Instead of "I love you". Instead of "Fuck me in the ass now."
He opened his eyes and saw that I was a bit distraught.
"Dude, are you ok? That's just a dick! You did not have to!" He looked concerned now.
I smiled. I was playing the role of the straight guy a bit too well, maybe.
"No that's fine. We have to experiment! You told it yourself, my own brother did it with his friends, no big deal! I'll tell you what, I'll even finish. I'll try to challenge me and go deeper. I'll do you a proper Martin! Then I'm counting on you to do the same thing to me on my birthday."
He did not answer but closed his eyes again. Implicitly telling me to go for it.
I went on his dick again, this time trying to do a better job. It was very thick, and it was longer than the only other dick I ever had in mouth. But I wanted it so bad. I let some tears rolled down my cheeks as I was pushing myself to swallow my roommate monster cock. It was now fully hard.
Actually, I had never seen it that hard: 9.5. inches ofraw meat.
This time, I played with my tongue and went back and forth. Austin was moaning louder and louder. He placed his hands behind his own head, like he was relaxing and letting me finishing him off. I always loved when he put his hands like this. Showing off pecs, armpits and biceps. I went on his dick harder. Licking his head. I touched his balls at the same time. I spat on it with the saliva forming in my mouth while I was gagging.
"FUCK!! That's fucking good!"
He could not hide his enjoyment anymore, some precum flew down my throat. I was touching my own dick and I jizzed, as my nose was touching his pubic hair, a large amount of cum fell on the floor. I did not tell him. It started to get even sloppier, I guess I was now "doing a Martin" right!
"Ty, be careful... I'm gonna..."
I did not stop.
"Ty... I"
I went deeper as I ever did, fighting against my gag reflex against his rock-hard dick, playing with my tongue.
"TYYY!!!"
He cummed inside my mouth. I was so surprise I spat half out of the cum on his thighs and abs. I almost went to swallow the rest when Austin snapped me back to reality and said:
"So sorry bro! I could not help it!"
With my mouth full of cum, I said: "Happy birthday!"
He laughed. I did too.
Sadly, I knew what I had to do to keep up the appearances. Did it still matter at this point? I had no idea but I wasted some more of that precious liquid. I spat some cum out of my mouth into the sink.
"Man... I don't know if I could do the same to you... I can jerk you off though? You made me cum I should help you out." He offered.
I had already jizzed. A lot. But Austin did not need to know that.
"No, that was YOUR birthday present. I'm too tired anyway."
"Ok, then..." He was still visibly drunk, closed his eyes, and started to doze off a few minutes later, naked on his bed, his semen sticking on his defined and slightly hairy abs.
The first time we jerked off side by side, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.
The first time we jerked each other off, I could not believe it and then, it became a habit.
Could this blowjob become a habit too? One closeted gay guy can always hope.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Finally! You did it Ty. Im excited for your birthday! 
I’m so invested in this, keep up the great work!
Need the next chapter asap
FINALLYYYYY!! Worth the wait! Thats fuckin hot!!
Finally! You did it Ty. Im excited for your birthday!
Tyler's birthday is one of my favourite chapters of the entire book. Just wait and see...
Is Ryan your brother by marriage or you both share the same parents. No judgment just trying to understand
YES! Thank you. Im excited for him. Hope Austin will suck him. Or maybe full-on hotness. Can't wait.Tyler's birthday is one of my favourite chapters of the entire book. Just wait and see...
Sorry to disappoint, the story is ENTIRELY fictionnal.
Ryan is Tyler's older brother but that's ALL a fiction!
For those who can't wait to read the end of the story (and the sequel) don't forger my patreon.
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My god this is incredible. I’m so invested in these characters
Im so sorry you literally state that at the start. ApologiesSorry to disappoint, the story is ENTIRELY fictionnal.
Ryan is Tyler's older brother but that's ALL a fiction!
For those who can't wait to read the end of the story (and the sequel) don't forger my patreon.
Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
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Awesome story, it has made me hard reading each chapter
Ohh god what a cliffhanger
It's making me want to write loads of fanfiction lmao on archive
More stories including the complete story of My First Year in College (24 chapters!) and the first 15 chapters of the sequel, My First Year in Prison, as well as exclusive illustrations and bonus on Patreon: Thomas Lodge is creating Gay Erotic Stories | Patreon
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My First Year in College
Chapter 17: The Bread Game (Part 1)
My dear reader, I have been telling you all about my freshman year of college for a while now. Doing that, I am trying my best to be as real as possible, although I can never be sure of what the other people featured in this story were actually thinking.
Did my brother notice my "incidental" touching during the night we were sleeping in the same bed? Did Austin remember that I played with his body on New Year's Eve? What was Professor Fletcher really thinking when he was fucking my virgin ass?
On a snowy February day, I escaped my own thoughts as I got to look into somebody else's mind. This was rendered possible through a post shared on an obscure forum. I know, I should not have looked on his computer but Austin had left his screen opened, right on the page.
I could not help myself.
With a bit of research, I was able to find the original publication posted back in 2022 by "A6969" (great pseudonym Austin by the way...). Having it on my computer now, I am able to share the entire post with you. I hope this will help you understand Austin better before I continue on with my story.
Hold on to your favorite jockstraps because the rest of my freshman year from this point is going to be a bumpy ride!
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Forum: "Sexuality talks and more."
Thread: "Am I normal?"
Description: In this thread, we ask you to share your own experiences, truthfully. We aim at gathering a community to help you navigate those sexual phases where you wonder whether you are normal or not. We all go through this and be sure there won't be any judgment here! Good vibes only!
Post from: A6969.
Date: February 9th, 2022. 10.22pm.
"I've been reading this thread for a while now and I thought I would share my story. For obvious reasons, I'll keep it anonymous but I'd love to have your feedback and advice.
My name is A. I'm a freshman student and I just celebrated my 19th birthday. I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago.
I'm an athletic guy and I've never had any issue picking up girls. Although, since the break-up, I'm struggling with finding girls of my taste. I'm not too sure how to explain this, but I'll give it a try.
If that even makes sense, I'm writing this post mostly to understand myself.
Within the fraternity i'm part of, all the guys seem to live crazy sex experiences and I have always been kind of jealous of them. My girlfriends prior to college were beautiful but not really into rough or kinky stuff in bed while I was already - I guess like every other guys? - wanking off to hardcore porn... The more I was watching porn, the more I wanted filthy stuff, and the more I was bored with my girlfriends.
When I met this girl in college, she was very blunt, attractive, and much more into sex and trying out things than any other girl I've had before. She let me fuck her in the ass the first night we had sex! But still, I was not fully satisfied, especially when I was hearing (or sometimes seeing videos of) my teammates gangbanging girls, slapping them, pissing on them... All those things I saw in porn and which got stuck in my brain (or in my penis' brain).
For the most part, I remained faithful to my girlfriend but I did cheat on her once, as part of a, let's say "celebration", we were having with the others guys of the frat. Afterwards, I felt very guilty and decided to commit 100% to the relationship, trying to be the good guy.
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I should not have.
After four months of relationship and as I was about to introduce her to my parents, that bitch french-kissed another boy right in front of me, and right in front of all my friends. I had never been this humiliated in my entire life.
Anyway, fuck her!
The thing is, I have always known that what I was seeing in porn was not "real life" or "not normal." So, even if I were sometimes frustrated with the sex I was having, I thought that everyone was feeling this way and that it simply could not get any better, or rather, any filthier. But this was until I met the guy who leads our fraternity. Let's call him "X".
I realize with X that actually; some people do practice "porn-sex" in real life. X is fucking girls like a mad man, doing the kinkiest shit imaginable, some of this stuff I had never even thought of. This made me rethink everything. Maybe, I do not have to work on the frustration I am feeling, I do not have to try to get rid of it, but instead, I should just act on it! Live the (nasty) dream!
But it's not that simple. I do think, deep inside of me, that the way X is acting is not normal and I'm not sure I want to follow his footsteps.
All college guys are obsessed with sex I guess, but for him, it's even worse. The guy is either talking about sex, having sex, or planning his next sex party. A couple weeks ago, I saw a video of him fisting a woman. Then, I realized the woman was about 60 years old. More than the act in itself, the age difference shocked me. He was pounding her pussy like it was nothing, laughing, and having a younger girl suck his dick at the same time. Although, as often, after the shock, came the curiosity...
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And now, I wonder... What would it feel like to do it with a woman 40 years older than me!? Should I try it or is this just wrong?
I don't know if X is an actual sex maniac or if it's just that, contrary to others, he owns up to his sexual drive and is never shy to act on it. Maybe it is because of his big dick, his penis surely takes too much blood away from this brain.
Believe me, I am known to be well endowed and I am used to the "biggest" man in every locker-room I went to, but compared to X, every guy would look "small". With a dick this size, some would be shy or unease, X is just super proud of his abnormally large and long tool, and has built a huge muscular body to go with it.
To enter the frat, the first humiliation of every new pledge is to compare his dick to X's.
When he got hard next to me and requested that I got an erection too, I struggled. The rule was no external help (no porn or anything) and we both needed to get hard in front of the whole football team and other members of the frat. If you could not get hard, you could not join. If you could get hard and compare yourself to X, you were admitted to the frat. And, if one day, one guy would be proven to be bigger than X, the new guy would automatically become the new leader of the frat.
These rules were invented by X himself during his sophomore year. He was a smart guy and did not take much risk given the size of his schlong.
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Because of X and his own obsession for filthy porn and kinky girls, all the members of the frat are used to share their sex adventures - and sometimes to share their girlfriends - with the team. It has become sort of a competition between the guys to try to beat each other up in the craziness of their sex encounters.
Literally, the "biggest" guy is our leader, it is pretty clear that the frat is run by our penises, more than our brains.
At first, the stories of the guys were kind of a shock to me and as I said, I felt guilty about taking part. But now, I'm just wondering, should I go full in and fuck my mind even more? Play the game with the other guys, trying to find girls who would accept to be treated like whores? Show the guys a video of me fucking a couple of twins, an obese woman, a teacher? Share those bitches with the group? Shit, i'm getting hard just thinking about that.
Or should I try to sober myself from kinky sex? It's like the more I taste the real thing, the more I'm addicted, it's even worse than porn!
Basically, I'm lost.
I took part in two "orgies" since my break-up and in both instances, it was mostly about watching our leader X fuck girls while us, the other teammates were merely authorized to circle jerk around the action. We were allowed to cum inside the girl mouth.
It was still very hot though.
That's my other question: is that weird to find circle jerking with friends hot?
I also do it with my roommate, sometimes we watch porn together and we jerk off our cocks. Mutually, I mean. Is that weird? Since I'm telling the whole truth, the other day, my roommate even sucked my cock! I had already jerked off with some of my bros but never received a blowjob from one of them. I actually liked it.
It was super weird at first, being sucked by a guy, especially because I consider my roommate almost like a brother, but still, I closed my eyes and he really went in there and it got me to cum. The poor guy, I exploded in his mouth, he had to spit it out in the sink!
I guess that ultimately, I find the "forbidden" aspect of sex very exciting. It's like fucking with a college girl is fun, but it's so expected. Fucking with her sister while she's watching, that gets interesting!
I think my main kink is doing something I have never done before or something which would be shocking to others if they knew. So yes, having another guy sucked my cock was hot. Just like having a MILF doing it. And maybe one day a granny! Basically, I want to discover something that I had not already jerked off to a hundred times on the internet.
Fuck, my mind is really twisted now...
One day, I read an article about women now having troubles with their sexual life because of porn expectations. They would feel forced to do some stuff or would never feel up to the task. I wonder if us, guys, are not struggling even more. Sometimes I'm afraid my brain is definitely fucked by the amount of hardcore stuff I'm watching. For instance, I would have never thought to fuck a trans woman (I mean, still having a dick) before, but after seeing it in a movie, now I want to explore more.
During the past month, I did have some opportunities with girls, but it would have meant inviting them to dinner, courting them, dating them: a lot of work to probably end-up in a disappointed missionary position. Don't get me wrong, I would still appreciate it, and I'm always happy to put my big dick inside of a wet pussy or suck beautiful titties, but it's not the same excitement as having X offering me a crazy nasty bitch on a platter.
To be honest, jerking off and exploding in front of a porn or with a buddy is easier and sometimes, even more exciting than sex if the girl is not ready "good" in bed.
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This got me to think about something that I had never considered before and also one of the main reasons why I'm writing this. Could that mean that I might be bisexual? Besides my roommate sucking me off, I had actually more sexual interactions with guys these past couples of weeks than with girls.
I am definitely attracted to women but still, to which point we can say "no homo" while having your bros' dicks in your hands? Every time there is a party or some after-training banters, it revolves around stupid challenges like licking the other guys or sniffing them. Maybe, we are all closeted homosexuals? Or maybe heterosexuality is a social norm and sexual orientation is not real, we are simply programmed by our environment to find women attractive? That was the theory of my bitchy ex-girlfriend anyway. She was not very bright though so I would not be too keen to believe her theories.
Yes, I am still mad at her.
Something happened just yesterday and it confused me even more.
After training, X announced that he had found 3 Onlyfans Girls who had accepted to come to his mansion in the sole purpose of getting fucked by all of us during an entire weekend. The plan was simple: no limit, the rougher, the better! The girls were known online for sharing the kinkiest content. I knew one of them (let's call her "L.") and I had already cummed to her videos more than once. Of course, we were all super excited to take part!
The whole thing would be filmed and broadcasted on the girls' respective x-rated pages, but all the guys would be wearing hoods to preserve our anonymity. According to X, they needed 10 guys and we were 11 potential participants within the football team.
X had invented a sick game, as usual, to decide between the guys who should come and the one who should be left out. He called it "the bread game".
[Chapter 17 continues below]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 17: The Bread Game (Part 1)
My dear reader, I have been telling you all about my freshman year of college for a while now. Doing that, I am trying my best to be as real as possible, although I can never be sure of what the other people featured in this story were actually thinking.
Did my brother notice my "incidental" touching during the night we were sleeping in the same bed? Did Austin remember that I played with his body on New Year's Eve? What was Professor Fletcher really thinking when he was fucking my virgin ass?
On a snowy February day, I escaped my own thoughts as I got to look into somebody else's mind. This was rendered possible through a post shared on an obscure forum. I know, I should not have looked on his computer but Austin had left his screen opened, right on the page.
I could not help myself.
With a bit of research, I was able to find the original publication posted back in 2022 by "A6969" (great pseudonym Austin by the way...). Having it on my computer now, I am able to share the entire post with you. I hope this will help you understand Austin better before I continue on with my story.
Hold on to your favorite jockstraps because the rest of my freshman year from this point is going to be a bumpy ride!
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Forum: "Sexuality talks and more."
Thread: "Am I normal?"
Description: In this thread, we ask you to share your own experiences, truthfully. We aim at gathering a community to help you navigate those sexual phases where you wonder whether you are normal or not. We all go through this and be sure there won't be any judgment here! Good vibes only!
Post from: A6969.
Date: February 9th, 2022. 10.22pm.
"I've been reading this thread for a while now and I thought I would share my story. For obvious reasons, I'll keep it anonymous but I'd love to have your feedback and advice.
My name is A. I'm a freshman student and I just celebrated my 19th birthday. I broke up with my girlfriend a few weeks ago.
I'm an athletic guy and I've never had any issue picking up girls. Although, since the break-up, I'm struggling with finding girls of my taste. I'm not too sure how to explain this, but I'll give it a try.
If that even makes sense, I'm writing this post mostly to understand myself.
Within the fraternity i'm part of, all the guys seem to live crazy sex experiences and I have always been kind of jealous of them. My girlfriends prior to college were beautiful but not really into rough or kinky stuff in bed while I was already - I guess like every other guys? - wanking off to hardcore porn... The more I was watching porn, the more I wanted filthy stuff, and the more I was bored with my girlfriends.
When I met this girl in college, she was very blunt, attractive, and much more into sex and trying out things than any other girl I've had before. She let me fuck her in the ass the first night we had sex! But still, I was not fully satisfied, especially when I was hearing (or sometimes seeing videos of) my teammates gangbanging girls, slapping them, pissing on them... All those things I saw in porn and which got stuck in my brain (or in my penis' brain).
For the most part, I remained faithful to my girlfriend but I did cheat on her once, as part of a, let's say "celebration", we were having with the others guys of the frat. Afterwards, I felt very guilty and decided to commit 100% to the relationship, trying to be the good guy.
I should not have.
After four months of relationship and as I was about to introduce her to my parents, that bitch french-kissed another boy right in front of me, and right in front of all my friends. I had never been this humiliated in my entire life.
Anyway, fuck her!
The thing is, I have always known that what I was seeing in porn was not "real life" or "not normal." So, even if I were sometimes frustrated with the sex I was having, I thought that everyone was feeling this way and that it simply could not get any better, or rather, any filthier. But this was until I met the guy who leads our fraternity. Let's call him "X".
I realize with X that actually; some people do practice "porn-sex" in real life. X is fucking girls like a mad man, doing the kinkiest shit imaginable, some of this stuff I had never even thought of. This made me rethink everything. Maybe, I do not have to work on the frustration I am feeling, I do not have to try to get rid of it, but instead, I should just act on it! Live the (nasty) dream!
But it's not that simple. I do think, deep inside of me, that the way X is acting is not normal and I'm not sure I want to follow his footsteps.
All college guys are obsessed with sex I guess, but for him, it's even worse. The guy is either talking about sex, having sex, or planning his next sex party. A couple weeks ago, I saw a video of him fisting a woman. Then, I realized the woman was about 60 years old. More than the act in itself, the age difference shocked me. He was pounding her pussy like it was nothing, laughing, and having a younger girl suck his dick at the same time. Although, as often, after the shock, came the curiosity...
And now, I wonder... What would it feel like to do it with a woman 40 years older than me!? Should I try it or is this just wrong?
I don't know if X is an actual sex maniac or if it's just that, contrary to others, he owns up to his sexual drive and is never shy to act on it. Maybe it is because of his big dick, his penis surely takes too much blood away from this brain.
Believe me, I am known to be well endowed and I am used to the "biggest" man in every locker-room I went to, but compared to X, every guy would look "small". With a dick this size, some would be shy or unease, X is just super proud of his abnormally large and long tool, and has built a huge muscular body to go with it.
To enter the frat, the first humiliation of every new pledge is to compare his dick to X's.
When he got hard next to me and requested that I got an erection too, I struggled. The rule was no external help (no porn or anything) and we both needed to get hard in front of the whole football team and other members of the frat. If you could not get hard, you could not join. If you could get hard and compare yourself to X, you were admitted to the frat. And, if one day, one guy would be proven to be bigger than X, the new guy would automatically become the new leader of the frat.
These rules were invented by X himself during his sophomore year. He was a smart guy and did not take much risk given the size of his schlong.
Because of X and his own obsession for filthy porn and kinky girls, all the members of the frat are used to share their sex adventures - and sometimes to share their girlfriends - with the team. It has become sort of a competition between the guys to try to beat each other up in the craziness of their sex encounters.
Literally, the "biggest" guy is our leader, it is pretty clear that the frat is run by our penises, more than our brains.
At first, the stories of the guys were kind of a shock to me and as I said, I felt guilty about taking part. But now, I'm just wondering, should I go full in and fuck my mind even more? Play the game with the other guys, trying to find girls who would accept to be treated like whores? Show the guys a video of me fucking a couple of twins, an obese woman, a teacher? Share those bitches with the group? Shit, i'm getting hard just thinking about that.
Or should I try to sober myself from kinky sex? It's like the more I taste the real thing, the more I'm addicted, it's even worse than porn!
Basically, I'm lost.
I took part in two "orgies" since my break-up and in both instances, it was mostly about watching our leader X fuck girls while us, the other teammates were merely authorized to circle jerk around the action. We were allowed to cum inside the girl mouth.
It was still very hot though.
That's my other question: is that weird to find circle jerking with friends hot?
I also do it with my roommate, sometimes we watch porn together and we jerk off our cocks. Mutually, I mean. Is that weird? Since I'm telling the whole truth, the other day, my roommate even sucked my cock! I had already jerked off with some of my bros but never received a blowjob from one of them. I actually liked it.
It was super weird at first, being sucked by a guy, especially because I consider my roommate almost like a brother, but still, I closed my eyes and he really went in there and it got me to cum. The poor guy, I exploded in his mouth, he had to spit it out in the sink!
I guess that ultimately, I find the "forbidden" aspect of sex very exciting. It's like fucking with a college girl is fun, but it's so expected. Fucking with her sister while she's watching, that gets interesting!
I think my main kink is doing something I have never done before or something which would be shocking to others if they knew. So yes, having another guy sucked my cock was hot. Just like having a MILF doing it. And maybe one day a granny! Basically, I want to discover something that I had not already jerked off to a hundred times on the internet.
Fuck, my mind is really twisted now...
One day, I read an article about women now having troubles with their sexual life because of porn expectations. They would feel forced to do some stuff or would never feel up to the task. I wonder if us, guys, are not struggling even more. Sometimes I'm afraid my brain is definitely fucked by the amount of hardcore stuff I'm watching. For instance, I would have never thought to fuck a trans woman (I mean, still having a dick) before, but after seeing it in a movie, now I want to explore more.
During the past month, I did have some opportunities with girls, but it would have meant inviting them to dinner, courting them, dating them: a lot of work to probably end-up in a disappointed missionary position. Don't get me wrong, I would still appreciate it, and I'm always happy to put my big dick inside of a wet pussy or suck beautiful titties, but it's not the same excitement as having X offering me a crazy nasty bitch on a platter.
To be honest, jerking off and exploding in front of a porn or with a buddy is easier and sometimes, even more exciting than sex if the girl is not ready "good" in bed.
This got me to think about something that I had never considered before and also one of the main reasons why I'm writing this. Could that mean that I might be bisexual? Besides my roommate sucking me off, I had actually more sexual interactions with guys these past couples of weeks than with girls.
I am definitely attracted to women but still, to which point we can say "no homo" while having your bros' dicks in your hands? Every time there is a party or some after-training banters, it revolves around stupid challenges like licking the other guys or sniffing them. Maybe, we are all closeted homosexuals? Or maybe heterosexuality is a social norm and sexual orientation is not real, we are simply programmed by our environment to find women attractive? That was the theory of my bitchy ex-girlfriend anyway. She was not very bright though so I would not be too keen to believe her theories.
Yes, I am still mad at her.
Something happened just yesterday and it confused me even more.
After training, X announced that he had found 3 Onlyfans Girls who had accepted to come to his mansion in the sole purpose of getting fucked by all of us during an entire weekend. The plan was simple: no limit, the rougher, the better! The girls were known online for sharing the kinkiest content. I knew one of them (let's call her "L.") and I had already cummed to her videos more than once. Of course, we were all super excited to take part!
The whole thing would be filmed and broadcasted on the girls' respective x-rated pages, but all the guys would be wearing hoods to preserve our anonymity. According to X, they needed 10 guys and we were 11 potential participants within the football team.
X had invented a sick game, as usual, to decide between the guys who should come and the one who should be left out. He called it "the bread game".
[Chapter 17 continues below]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 17: The Bread Game (Part 2)
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The rules were simple. With no external help, all 11 guys needed to jerk off and cum on a large piece of bread. The last to blow his load had a choice: to renounce to the event and be excluded from the fraternity or to eat the whole bread, sprayed with the sperm of the entire group.
We were all showering, naked of course, when X explained the game. In his usual style, he was casually pissing in the drain while talking about the girls and their most recent antics. Even flaccid, his dick was unbelievable, at least 5.5 inches in length and 2.5. or 3 inches in girth. I told you, this man should be in a freak museum.
As always, nobody dared to challenge the game or its rules. X decides and just like perfectly trained soldiers, we obey. It's just the way it works. If you are not capable of following orders or refuse to participate in the fun, then you are labelled a pussy and put aside from the group.
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I accepted the game without fully thinking about the consequences and took my position in the jerk circle.
X had thought it through as he took a piece of bread out of his bag and placed it right in the middle of the locker-room floor between two sets of benches. Some of us sat down, other were standing, and we all started to touch our cocks. One of our mates, that I do suspect to be gay, - not that I would care - only had to touch his dick for 2 seconds to get it fully hard. He is known to have spontaneous hard-ons in the communal showers, he is also sharing my bathroom in the dorms and I got to see him hard tons of times already.
I had a stupid thought at first. What if I got hard too quickly and everyone assumed I was gay myself? Then, I realized that nobody cared about that and they were all rapidly stroking their cocks, eager to cum first. I mean, they were right, losing the game was way worse than cumming too early in this case.
Two of the guys helped each other with their hands while closing their eyes to cum faster. With no porn, and only masculine energy around, it was hard for me to focus. I was too stressed to get a good erection. I started to think of the latest video of L. that I had seen (her rimming a black guy) but I could not ignore X right next to me, heavily breathing.
He was not the first to cum though. Two guys jizzed their loads on the bread pretty much at the same time, one of them missing completely his target and cumming on X's feet. X's reaction was immediate, he slapped him and ordered him to clean his feet. The guy obeyed and with a disgusting face started to collect his own cum from X's foot.
He used his fingers but that was a mistake, of course.
"With your tongue!" X barked.
Again, the guy with poor aim obeyed and started to lick his cum out of our leader's feet. This scene of intense domination, I have to admit, helped me achieving a good hard on. It also helped some of my other comrades as a few of them cummed at this instant. A friendly fire touched my forearm, the black guy who had just shot on me was cumming like a fucking geyser. I did not force him to lick it out of me though.
After a few minutes, the guys who had already cummed started to laugh and joke around, betting on their horses: Who would be the last one to ejaculate?
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I looked a X. He was enjoying his time, smirking and making some comments about his big balls being full. He seemed able to fully control whenever he wanted to cum and was casually looking at the 5 other remaining guys in the "competition".
This pressure did not help me and I had to gather my thoughts again to my favorite lesbian scene to maintain my erection. Two other guys cummed in front of me. The bread was now fully covered in a thick white substance, collecting the sperm of no less than seven men already.
After less than a minute, one other guy cummed. He did not have much jizz and X made fun of him, encouraging the other guys to do the same: "how many times did you jerk off today to have so little milk left in your tank?". Still, he was now an official guest to the week-end sexcapade.
While he was mocking him, I started to think of what X could do to that poor guy, making him suck his feet, his ass, forcing him to eat the bread. Those fantasies helped me get my juice coming. I felt the sensation of excitement growing on me. I knew that I was getting ready.
Sadly, it was already too late. The 9th guy loaded his cum on the bread, this time a very large and thick amount, and only X and I were remaining in the game.
From this point on, I knew that I was screwed.
I looked at X's enormous dick, his two hands were far from sufficient to cover the entire surface of his foreskin. He smiled at me as he blasted his huge load effortlessly on the unrecognizable piece of bread, I cummed too but it was a few seconds too late.
It took me a while to realize the tricky (and messy) situation I had put myself in.
When the fact that I had lost slowly sunk on me, I really thought it would be impossible to do. I could not go through with it and eat that moistly disgusting piece of bread. In a million years. Who would do that? No one!
I pleaded my case to X, I really wanted to go to the sex party that week-end. I knew the girls who would be there, I had already dreamt of fucking one of them. I had cummed watching them on my phone.
X told me that of course I could come, but the rules were clear. I needed to eat my lunch first. I needed those proteins to join the "real men" who were able to cum on command. I had cummed too but this did not seem to matter.
The other guys started encouraging me, laughing loudly and screaming that I was a pussy if I did not eat it. Some said "it's good for your health!" "it's the rule of the game" "you will regret it if you miss all the fun this week-end!"
Peer pressured, I reached down to pick up the piece of bread as if someone else was controlling my hand. Only touching it almost made me puke. I took a step back.
X left me no choice though, he suddenly pushed me down holding my neck in his large hand, and a second later, I had my face pressed against the disgusting piece of bread. I could smell the strong odor of semen, I could feel the bread sticking against my cheeks, some of the cum was sliding down my face to my chin and neck.
I know what needs to be done this kind of situation. It was a battle for power, to gain respect. You cannot submit, you cannot be a pussy. Either you fight back and punch the bully, it was impossible here, either you show what you are made of, you take control, in this case, it meant putting the fucking soaking bread in my mouth and eat it.
I did it.
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Tired of being forced towards it, I pushed X's arm and took the bread in my hand. Cum leaked through my fingers as I smashed it in my palm. I then put the whole thing in my mouth in one go, ate it, and swallowed it as best as I could. The taste was awful. The disgusting and shock looks of my teammates were worse. I pushed it through my throat.
In a way, I felt some kind of power, purposely looking in the eyes of the men who just cummed: I was eating their semen, absorbing their DNA, their beings, their energy.
However, a few seconds later, I could no longer breathe properly. There was just too much cum. I was choking as I felt the spongy liquid stuck in my throat. Eleven horny college studs had jizzed. Bubbles formed in my full mouth. I swallowed some more. I felt sick to my stomach. I coughed. I felt dizzy.
I kept on pushing through, feeling jizz between my teeth. The other guys were not laughing anymore. I held it as much as I could but at some point, I puked. A mixture of saliva, bread, and cum was now on the floor. There were some applauses and more disgusted faces. 24 hours later, I still can feel the taste of their cum inside of me.
I don't know what came on to X, I guess he needed to show that he was still the leader, still the one who was not afraid of anything. He got himself on his knees, looked all of us in defiance, bent towards the liquid I had just puked on the floor and licked it. He then proceeded to eat it all.
I was shook! Was there anything off limit for X?
The guys cheerfully applauded at that point and the decision was rendered: I was admitted to the sex party which will happen next week-end and the Bread Game was to become one of our new games post training.
To be very transparent, I'm not bothered because this was a "traumatic" experience. I'm not here to be a pussy, to cry out that "the other guys were mean". I had fully accepted the rules of the game. Anybody else who would have cummed last would have eaten the fucking bread. This time it was me but a lot of times, others guys were the victims of the hazing. It was only fair in a college fraternity.
The thing I am bothered with has more to with the fact that it WAS NOT a traumatic experience. When I think about it now, I am questioning if I may have liked it... I sure loved the dominance X was showing off. He is so sure of himself, of his manhood, that he can lick cum out of the fucking floor and still call himself an Alpha Male.
Above all, I am disturbed that I was willing to do such disgusting things only to get the chance to participate in an orgy. Am I really capable of eating loads of sperm in front of my teammates just to fuck a girl in the ass? It seems that I am! When they say you learn a lot about yourself during college years, I just did not think I would learn that about myself.
I'm afraid that if I go to this party, it will be my finale step into the kinky world of X and I don't know how I could ever back to normal after that. At the same time, there is no way in hell I won't go, I want to deepthroat that Pornstar until she cries her eyes out!
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
I am sorry if my story is confusing. I am confused myself. I'd just like to have some of your opinions... Guys, is this normal? Am I normal?
A.
/// END OF POST ///
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I swear I did not intend to read the whole post but once I had started to read through the first paragraph, I could not stop.
"I actually liked it", Austin said about my blowjob.
"It was super weird at first, being sucked by a guy, especially because I consider my roommate almost like a brother", a brother, he wrote.
"The poor guy, I exploded in his mouth, he had to spit it out in the sink!" If only he knew how much I liked it!
And the stories about Tobias, or should I say "X", the things they were doing... I thought I knew everything about Austin, I did not. I was hard the whole time I was reading about Austin actually eating cum.
Austin entered in our room only seconds after I turned off his computer. It was close, I was jerking to the last part of the post, just before he came in.
Austin did not look like his usual self, he was preoccupied:
"Have you heard what happened? I just saw the cops in front of the campus! That shit is real!"
I had no idea what he was referring too, my mind was still very much focused on figuring out who the other guys of the story were. Eleven men. He had swallowed eleven loads of cum, including his own.
"The police just came to take him, right after his class!" Austin continued, seemingly excited and nervous at the same time.
He finally got my attention.
"Who? What the fuck are you talking about?'
"The professor! Ty!" Suddenly, he seemed thrilled. "You know him actually! I completely forgot! You had him last semester! He's accused of raping students."
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He marked a pause:
"Male students."
I felt myself shaking.
"What are you saying? Who's the professor? I don't understand!"
"Apparently, he has raped several students over the years! This story is insane man! Medias are already coming in to the campus! Wait, since you got him last year, maybe you'll get interviewed!" Austin looked at his phone to check his info: "His name is Fletcher. Professor Fletcher, you got him last semester, right?"
My heart dropped in my stomach.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
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My First Year in College
Chapter 17: The Bread Game (Part 2)
The rules were simple. With no external help, all 11 guys needed to jerk off and cum on a large piece of bread. The last to blow his load had a choice: to renounce to the event and be excluded from the fraternity or to eat the whole bread, sprayed with the sperm of the entire group.
We were all showering, naked of course, when X explained the game. In his usual style, he was casually pissing in the drain while talking about the girls and their most recent antics. Even flaccid, his dick was unbelievable, at least 5.5 inches in length and 2.5. or 3 inches in girth. I told you, this man should be in a freak museum.
As always, nobody dared to challenge the game or its rules. X decides and just like perfectly trained soldiers, we obey. It's just the way it works. If you are not capable of following orders or refuse to participate in the fun, then you are labelled a pussy and put aside from the group.
I accepted the game without fully thinking about the consequences and took my position in the jerk circle.
X had thought it through as he took a piece of bread out of his bag and placed it right in the middle of the locker-room floor between two sets of benches. Some of us sat down, other were standing, and we all started to touch our cocks. One of our mates, that I do suspect to be gay, - not that I would care - only had to touch his dick for 2 seconds to get it fully hard. He is known to have spontaneous hard-ons in the communal showers, he is also sharing my bathroom in the dorms and I got to see him hard tons of times already.
I had a stupid thought at first. What if I got hard too quickly and everyone assumed I was gay myself? Then, I realized that nobody cared about that and they were all rapidly stroking their cocks, eager to cum first. I mean, they were right, losing the game was way worse than cumming too early in this case.
Two of the guys helped each other with their hands while closing their eyes to cum faster. With no porn, and only masculine energy around, it was hard for me to focus. I was too stressed to get a good erection. I started to think of the latest video of L. that I had seen (her rimming a black guy) but I could not ignore X right next to me, heavily breathing.
He was not the first to cum though. Two guys jizzed their loads on the bread pretty much at the same time, one of them missing completely his target and cumming on X's feet. X's reaction was immediate, he slapped him and ordered him to clean his feet. The guy obeyed and with a disgusting face started to collect his own cum from X's foot.
He used his fingers but that was a mistake, of course.
"With your tongue!" X barked.
Again, the guy with poor aim obeyed and started to lick his cum out of our leader's feet. This scene of intense domination, I have to admit, helped me achieving a good hard on. It also helped some of my other comrades as a few of them cummed at this instant. A friendly fire touched my forearm, the black guy who had just shot on me was cumming like a fucking geyser. I did not force him to lick it out of me though.
After a few minutes, the guys who had already cummed started to laugh and joke around, betting on their horses: Who would be the last one to ejaculate?
I looked a X. He was enjoying his time, smirking and making some comments about his big balls being full. He seemed able to fully control whenever he wanted to cum and was casually looking at the 5 other remaining guys in the "competition".
This pressure did not help me and I had to gather my thoughts again to my favorite lesbian scene to maintain my erection. Two other guys cummed in front of me. The bread was now fully covered in a thick white substance, collecting the sperm of no less than seven men already.
After less than a minute, one other guy cummed. He did not have much jizz and X made fun of him, encouraging the other guys to do the same: "how many times did you jerk off today to have so little milk left in your tank?". Still, he was now an official guest to the week-end sexcapade.
While he was mocking him, I started to think of what X could do to that poor guy, making him suck his feet, his ass, forcing him to eat the bread. Those fantasies helped me get my juice coming. I felt the sensation of excitement growing on me. I knew that I was getting ready.
Sadly, it was already too late. The 9th guy loaded his cum on the bread, this time a very large and thick amount, and only X and I were remaining in the game.
From this point on, I knew that I was screwed.
I looked at X's enormous dick, his two hands were far from sufficient to cover the entire surface of his foreskin. He smiled at me as he blasted his huge load effortlessly on the unrecognizable piece of bread, I cummed too but it was a few seconds too late.
It took me a while to realize the tricky (and messy) situation I had put myself in.
When the fact that I had lost slowly sunk on me, I really thought it would be impossible to do. I could not go through with it and eat that moistly disgusting piece of bread. In a million years. Who would do that? No one!
I pleaded my case to X, I really wanted to go to the sex party that week-end. I knew the girls who would be there, I had already dreamt of fucking one of them. I had cummed watching them on my phone.
X told me that of course I could come, but the rules were clear. I needed to eat my lunch first. I needed those proteins to join the "real men" who were able to cum on command. I had cummed too but this did not seem to matter.
The other guys started encouraging me, laughing loudly and screaming that I was a pussy if I did not eat it. Some said "it's good for your health!" "it's the rule of the game" "you will regret it if you miss all the fun this week-end!"
Peer pressured, I reached down to pick up the piece of bread as if someone else was controlling my hand. Only touching it almost made me puke. I took a step back.
X left me no choice though, he suddenly pushed me down holding my neck in his large hand, and a second later, I had my face pressed against the disgusting piece of bread. I could smell the strong odor of semen, I could feel the bread sticking against my cheeks, some of the cum was sliding down my face to my chin and neck.
I know what needs to be done this kind of situation. It was a battle for power, to gain respect. You cannot submit, you cannot be a pussy. Either you fight back and punch the bully, it was impossible here, either you show what you are made of, you take control, in this case, it meant putting the fucking soaking bread in my mouth and eat it.
I did it.
Tired of being forced towards it, I pushed X's arm and took the bread in my hand. Cum leaked through my fingers as I smashed it in my palm. I then put the whole thing in my mouth in one go, ate it, and swallowed it as best as I could. The taste was awful. The disgusting and shock looks of my teammates were worse. I pushed it through my throat.
In a way, I felt some kind of power, purposely looking in the eyes of the men who just cummed: I was eating their semen, absorbing their DNA, their beings, their energy.
However, a few seconds later, I could no longer breathe properly. There was just too much cum. I was choking as I felt the spongy liquid stuck in my throat. Eleven horny college studs had jizzed. Bubbles formed in my full mouth. I swallowed some more. I felt sick to my stomach. I coughed. I felt dizzy.
I kept on pushing through, feeling jizz between my teeth. The other guys were not laughing anymore. I held it as much as I could but at some point, I puked. A mixture of saliva, bread, and cum was now on the floor. There were some applauses and more disgusted faces. 24 hours later, I still can feel the taste of their cum inside of me.
I don't know what came on to X, I guess he needed to show that he was still the leader, still the one who was not afraid of anything. He got himself on his knees, looked all of us in defiance, bent towards the liquid I had just puked on the floor and licked it. He then proceeded to eat it all.
I was shook! Was there anything off limit for X?
The guys cheerfully applauded at that point and the decision was rendered: I was admitted to the sex party which will happen next week-end and the Bread Game was to become one of our new games post training.
To be very transparent, I'm not bothered because this was a "traumatic" experience. I'm not here to be a pussy, to cry out that "the other guys were mean". I had fully accepted the rules of the game. Anybody else who would have cummed last would have eaten the fucking bread. This time it was me but a lot of times, others guys were the victims of the hazing. It was only fair in a college fraternity.
The thing I am bothered with has more to with the fact that it WAS NOT a traumatic experience. When I think about it now, I am questioning if I may have liked it... I sure loved the dominance X was showing off. He is so sure of himself, of his manhood, that he can lick cum out of the fucking floor and still call himself an Alpha Male.
Above all, I am disturbed that I was willing to do such disgusting things only to get the chance to participate in an orgy. Am I really capable of eating loads of sperm in front of my teammates just to fuck a girl in the ass? It seems that I am! When they say you learn a lot about yourself during college years, I just did not think I would learn that about myself.
I'm afraid that if I go to this party, it will be my finale step into the kinky world of X and I don't know how I could ever back to normal after that. At the same time, there is no way in hell I won't go, I want to deepthroat that Pornstar until she cries her eyes out!
WHAT SHOULD I DO?
I am sorry if my story is confusing. I am confused myself. I'd just like to have some of your opinions... Guys, is this normal? Am I normal?
A.
/// END OF POST ///
*
I swear I did not intend to read the whole post but once I had started to read through the first paragraph, I could not stop.
"I actually liked it", Austin said about my blowjob.
"It was super weird at first, being sucked by a guy, especially because I consider my roommate almost like a brother", a brother, he wrote.
"The poor guy, I exploded in his mouth, he had to spit it out in the sink!" If only he knew how much I liked it!
And the stories about Tobias, or should I say "X", the things they were doing... I thought I knew everything about Austin, I did not. I was hard the whole time I was reading about Austin actually eating cum.
Austin entered in our room only seconds after I turned off his computer. It was close, I was jerking to the last part of the post, just before he came in.
Austin did not look like his usual self, he was preoccupied:
"Have you heard what happened? I just saw the cops in front of the campus! That shit is real!"
I had no idea what he was referring too, my mind was still very much focused on figuring out who the other guys of the story were. Eleven men. He had swallowed eleven loads of cum, including his own.
"The police just came to take him, right after his class!" Austin continued, seemingly excited and nervous at the same time.
He finally got my attention.
"Who? What the fuck are you talking about?'
"The professor! Ty!" Suddenly, he seemed thrilled. "You know him actually! I completely forgot! You had him last semester! He's accused of raping students."
He marked a pause:
"Male students."
I felt myself shaking.
"What are you saying? Who's the professor? I don't understand!"
"Apparently, he has raped several students over the years! This story is insane man! Medias are already coming in to the campus! Wait, since you got him last year, maybe you'll get interviewed!" Austin looked at his phone to check his info: "His name is Fletcher. Professor Fletcher, you got him last semester, right?"
My heart dropped in my stomach.
[TO BE CONTINUED]
Again with the cliffhangers, the professor fletcher parts are going to be interesting because if he treated the other students like he did Tyler then he didn’t rape any of the students he literally gives them a choice
