Anew

ANEW BY MOORE

CHAPTER ONE

"No jocks tonight, Mark, we have to wear thongs."

"Why thongs?"

"That's how they separate the straights from the queers. Blue is for cocksuckers and pink is for pussy boys. Put the blue one on under your toga and let's go. I don't want to be late for the slave party at Delta Pi...the best dicks get taken early."

CHAPTER TWO

I knew I was queer long before I got to college, long before I knew what it really meant to be a queer boy in a straight world. The overwhelming desire to have a cock in my mouth, the sheer joy of sucking a cock to climax and eating the ejaculated semen was the upside of being a queer. The fear of being discovered and feelings of inferiority, the humiliation and occasional degradation was the dark side.

So I knew I was queer, years of secretly staring at other boys, hiding my boner when we changed for gym in junior high, avoiding showers in high school, jerking off every night with visions of all the naked boys I'd seen that day bouncing around in my head left little room for doubt. I was a queer all right, guys turned me on. My classmates thought I was a nerd, better that than a fag.

My college roommate Mark made it easy to come out of the closet during the second week of my freshman year. He made it easy not only to touch, but to suck my very first cock. "You going to stand there and watch?" He asked when a canceled class caused me to return to our dorm room unexpectedly, "Or help me service Bob's dick?"

I stepped into the room, too stunned to speak. Mark was stark naked, on his knees, groping the denim covered crotch of a senior who had a single room down the hall. For two weeks we'd been sharing a room and I had no idea that he was into guys, no idea what made Mark think that I was queer for guys too.

What Bob thought was immediately clear when he laughed and said, "Two faggots rooming together, shit, this is going to be a great year for blow jobs."

Why not, I thought, closing the door behind me and opening the one in my mind that had held me a prisoner. I'd dreamed about this moment since my first wet dream. "Okay, I'll help you service Bob's dick. Where do I start?"

"Take off all your clothes then lick his balls," Mark instructed as I moved closer."I'll suck his dick."

I guess Mark saw the disappointment on my face as well as my erection as I stripped naked. Ball licking was not what I had in mind for my first homosexual experience. I wanted a dick in my mouth. I wanted to suck cock.

"Oh, do you like guys cumming in your mouth? And the taste of sperm?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I never sucked a cock before. And by the way, how did you know I would?"

"You talk in your sleep," Mark said with a grin, "Hot stuff. I'd give my left nut to be in your dreams. Is this really your first time going down on a guy?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Hmmm, well, in that case, Steven," Mark said hesitantly, "I'll lick his nuts and you suck his cock, we'll let Bob cum in your mouth."

"You sure?" Mark didn't look so sure.

"Yeah, go ahead and suck him off. I've already had three loads of cum today."

"Are you two faggots going to suck my cock or just talk about it?" Bob said impatiently. "I've got a load of spunk for one you fags and a class in twenty minutes."

Mark shifted over, giving me the floor space to kneel between Bob's legs. I managed to get his jeans unzipped and halfway down his muscular legs before the excitement became too much and I started to shake. I put my hands on his hairy thighs and pulled down his boxers, exposing his half-hard cock. I breathed in his musky smell then buried my face in his hairy crotch.

"Here you go, faggot," Bob said, pulling back slightly and pointing his purple headed hardon towards my mouth. "Suck it!"

The head pushed through my lips, my hands were still on his thighs, and meeting no resistance Bob slowly fed more stiff dick into my mouth. The urge to gag came and went, Bob kept on feeding me dick until my nose was pressed against his hairy stomach.

"You got it all, faggot, 6-3/4 inches of dick in your pussy mouth. How's it feel?"

I was impaled on his dick and loving every inch. I glanced up and moaned, batted my eyelids and tugged on his thighs in response to his question. Bob's dick felt so good in my mouth, so natural, that I just had to let him know any way that I could.

Bob got my message. "Feels good for me too, faggot," he said, patting me on the head. "You're one hell of a cocksucker."

I kept my lips tight around the shaft as Bob thrust between them, increasing the pace, the depth and my pleasure. I sucked when I could suck, swirled my tongue around the head when I could, swallowed when the head entered my throat. Though my hardon cried for attention, I never once took my hands from his thighs.

"Gonna blow," Bob said needlessly. I'd felt the head swell in my throat and the tensing of the muscles in his thighs. I was ready, a bit nervous, but eager for Bob to climax and fill me with cum.

A creamy warmth invaded my mouth, spurt after exciting spurt of sweet and sour and salty semen sprayed into me. Waves of sheer, queer pleasure rocked me to the depth of my soul. I sucked like a mad man, swallowed and snorted like a pig as the pungent semen filled my mouth. I held the back of his thighs to keep his shrinking dick inside me when he tried to pull away. My mouth felt empty when he finally withdrew. Bob was the first guy to get off in my mouth, he wouldn't be the last.

"A great year for blow jobs," Bob said as he wiped his spent dick on a handful of my long hair, and then he was gone.

Mark helped me to my feet, I was still a bit woozy, and sat me down on his bed. "You lied."

"What?" I said, forgetting about the pubic hairs that were tickling my throat. "What did I lie about?"

"Cock sucking, Steven. You said you had never sucked a cock before, but that was a lie."

I shook my head. "No, no it is, uh, was the truth. I never sucked a cock before today...it was wonderful. Why do you think I lied?"

Mark sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg. "Because you did it to well."

"Huh?"

"Bob fucked your mouth, Steven, used it like a pussy and you didn't gag. Not even once. He cums in your mouth, I'm licking his balls waiting for the spillage and you don't miss a drop. I've been a cocksucker for eight years, since I was ten years old. I must've given head to a few hundred guys, like a thousand blow jobs, and I can't suck dick as good as you do."

I didn't know what to say, how to respond. Apologize for being a better cocksucker, for swallowing all the cum? A light tap on the door frame saved the day.

"I'm Gary from down the hall," a dark haired guy said as he took a step into the room. "Bob sent me. You two guys are the faggots, right? The cocksuckers?"

Mark leapt up from the bed. "Come in, come in. I'm Mark, that's Steven...you've come to the right place if you're looking for a blow job, Gary. Two faggot cocksuckers at your service."

CHAPTER THREE

Not every guy in the dorm would let a fag go down on his dick, but we still had a steady stream of horny visitors. Mark and I made quite a fag team. One of us would lick the guy's nuts while the other sucked his dick, switching rolls when the next guy came in to be serviced so we both got a fair share of the cum. Mark, amazed by my natural ability to deep throat without gagging, scoured the campus for guys with oversized dicks.

"I'll find him eventually, Steven, a guy with a cock so big that even you won't be able to take it all without choking."

The guys we serviced respected us, well, not us really; no straight guy respects a fag cocksucker, but respected our right to some private time. Time to sleep and time to study for class. Nobody wanted the queer boys to flunk out of school. When our door was shut, which wasn't too often, they left us alone. When the door was open then so were our mouths, wide open for any guy who wanted head.

Mark was very active all over campus, in my view a slut, going down on guys whenever and wherever a dick and the opportunity arose. I was new to the life, more reserved, sucking dick in public places held no appeal, and I serviced guys only in our room and only when Mark was present.

It was the week before Thanksgiving. I was at my desk studying when Mark burst into the room. "I found him," he shouted. "Be prepared to get down on your knees and meet your match."

"Who?" I asked, looking up from the chemistry book.

"Tony, the dick of death. I found him in the locker room. You won't believe the size of his cock."

"Where is he?"

"Football practice," Mark said as he took off his clothes and lay back on his bed. "He'll be here at five."

Two hours, I thought, rising up and absently scratching my balls. Not so long to wait to suck the dick of death. "How big is this Tony's cock?"

"Oh, it's big," Mark said casually as I neared his bed. "Fat too. I measured him in my mouth and couldn't take even a third." Mark spread his legs invitingly and said, "What a turn on, I'm hot just thinking about his big dick. Got any plans for the next two hours?"

There were ways, a lazy 69 among others, to make the time pass quickly. I climbed on top and straddled Mark's face, sighed with pleasure when my balls dropped into his warm mouth. We serviced each other for a while, unwitting performers for the guys that assembled by the open door of our room.

"Showtime fellas," someone called out. "The faggots are at it again."

Mark and I serviced a dozen guys over the next two hours. I still had a thick coating of sticky cum on my tongue and a few pubic hairs stuck between my teeth when the dick of death arrived a little after five.

"This is Steven, my roommate," Mark said as he closed the door. "He's a queer too."

Big dick or not, Tony was a hunk. A queer's walking wet dream. His T shirt and nylon running shorts were well filled. Too bad he had to open his mouth and reveal his empty head.

"You didn' say nothin' 'bout no fuckin' long-haired roommate, faggot, just twenny fuckin' bucks t' get down on your fuckin' knees and suck my fuckin' prick again."

"Steven's going to suck it, Tony," Mark said quickly then turned to me and whispered. "Lend me twenty dollars?"

"No way, Mark! I'm not going to pay to suck a guy's cock. That's..." I was about to say sick when Tony dropped his shorts and lowered his jock strap.

There's a story that goes around campus every year about a guy with a really great body showing it off for a group of admiring freshman girls. "How big is your chest?" One of them asks as he takes her hand and places it on his left pec. "Sixty three inches," the fellow responds. "How do you measure it?" Another coed queries. "With a tape," he replies.

More questions follow about the dimensions of the fellows massive neck, biceps, forearms, thighs, calves etc., and how each part gets measured. With a tape is his standard reply. One young lovely, a bit put off by this masculine display, boldly points to his flat crotch, giggles and asks. "How big is your thing?"

"Three inches," the fellow responds.

"Three inches? the girl says, delighted, thinking she has taken the wind out of his macho man sails. "You've got a sixty three inch chest, a twenty three inch neck..." she recites the impressive size of all of his body parts, "...and only a three inch cock?"

All the girls are pointing, whispering and laughing at him now.

"Only a three inch cock, girls?" The coed says again. "A three inch cock. How ever do you measure that three inch cock?"

The fellow is unaffected by the laughter directed at him, and he calmly unties the drawstring of his baggy nylon jogging shorts. Just before he lets them fall to his feet he says, "From the floor!"

Tony's dick didn't hang three inches from the floor, only three inches above his knees. An impressive dick, bigger by far than any dick I'd ever seen, that drew my queer eyes and interest.

"It doesn't get much longer when he gets hard," Mark said as I dropped to my knees for a closer look at the dick of death. "Only fatter. How about that twenty bucks?"

Tony's flexible cock easily snaked its way through my mouth and across my tongue, the large spongy head was firmly lodged in my throat...and then he got hard. I scrunched down a bit lower and angled my head, filled with cock and the naive confidence of an eager and overly optimistic cocksucker that I could swallow the whole thing.

"You're doing good so far, Mark said, chuckling. "Another seven inches or so, the really fat part, and you'll have the whole dick in you."

I felt I could handle the additional length, although Tony's cock would be exploring new territory in my throat. It was the width that had me worried. My lips were already stretched around a thick shaft that was growing thicker by the second and if Mark wasn't kidding, the fat part was yet to come.

"Siiiix, fiiiiive, fooouuuur," Mark slowly counted down the inches of cock still remaining to pass through my tortured lips. He sounded worried. So was I. The pain was growing worse with every inch and I feared that my jaw would suffer permanent damage.

"Stop, Tony! You're hurting him," Mark shouted a moment later. "There's blood coming out of his mouth."

Mark finished Tony's blow job, swallowed my reward, then took me to the campus infirmary. Thankfully, my jaw wasn't broken or dislocated, a small vein had burst in my esophagus. I thought it best not to answer the doctor's questions about what I'd been doing or eating when it happened. Going down on a big cock doc had a poetic ring to it, but some things are best left unsaid.

"No solid foods for the next week," the nurse explained. "Your throat is badly inflamed. Warm fluids only, the creamy protein drinks are good, and gargle twice a day with a mild saline solution."

"I'll take good care of him," Mark assured the nurse.

Mark did as promised, what a pal I had for a roomie. He jerked off into my mouth and collected contributions from all the guys in our dorm. Twice a day he brought me a glass of warm, salty semen.

"Sperm is pure protein, Steven," he said, pointing out the clotted white bits suspended in the thick, yellowish liquid. "Bottoms up, you lucky faggot, this cum cocktail is just what the doctor ordered."

I drank the semen twice a day for a week. I was fully recovered, able to eat solid food and suck dick again before Mark, and most of the college went home for the Thanksgiving break.

CHAPTER FOUR

I had no home that I wanted to go home to so I stayed at school during the break. I was in my room, studying, when the door suddenly burst open and the dick of death came marching in.

"Need a fuckin' blow job. Where's the fuckin' faggot?"

One painful experience was enough. My throat couldn't take another battering. "Mark's not here, Tony. He'll be back next week."

"You'll do it fuck face," Tony said as he unbuckled, unsnapped and unzipped. "One faggot's good as another."

Tony stepped out of his pants, he wasn't wearing any underwear, and made his dick swing back and forth between his legs. My resolve began to weaken and my mouth began to water as I watched his swinging dick. Maybe just the head, I thought. Suck the head and a couple of inches.

One inch followed another, and another, and another until my mouth and throat was stuffed with dick. I might have tried to take it all, might have reinjured myself if he hadn't been so horny.

"Gonna fuckin' blow!" Tony cried out not long into the blow job.

I might have choked to death too if I hadn't backed off so that only the head was in my mouth.

"Fuckin' A, faggot," Tony said as he wiped his dick on my face. He put on his pants and told me to get dressed.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"A fuckin' party," he answered. "Move your fuckin' faggot ass."

I threw on a pair of jeans and a T shirt. "What kind of party? Where?" I kept asking. Not much was open during the vacation. We got into his car and drove to fraternity row. A keg party at his frat house, I thought. Partly correct I found out after a few beers with the guys and gals who hadn't gone home for the holiday.

Tony spread the word about me, I guess, and then the real party got under way. The party in my cocksucker mouth. The guys all wanted blow jobs, simple enough, but the girls all wanted to watch the fag suck dick. That idea didn't sit too well with some of the guys. Nobody asked me, the queer, for my opinion during the short discussion that followed.

"If he was a girl you'd let us watch."

"But he's a fag...it's embarrassing."

"Let's dress him up then," one girl suggested. "He's kind of cute and he's already got long hair. We can easily make the fag look like a girl."

The transformation took a while. I shaved my legs and armpits, and shaped my pubic hair into a small triangle. The girls did my fingers and toes, alternating pink and red nail polish, and applied the make-up to my face.

"Is the fag ready yet? We're getting horny out here?"

"Keep your jocks on, boys. We'll be done soon."

Thong panties and a padded bra added to the look, only the earrings presented a minor, but correctable problem. "Go ahead and pierce them," I readily agreed in my newly discovered feminine voice. "I can stand a little pain."

My debut as a female was a smashing success. The guys got their blow jobs, the girls got to watch me suck a dozen cocks and later that night I did what all virgin girls eventually do and gave up my cherry ass.

The first guy to enter me went in so easily, his dick felt so good that I came before he did. "Next," I cried out like a cheap slut when he was done. "Who wants to fuck me next?"

The all did of course, repeatedly, until my ass was so filled with cum that I squished when I walked. "Where's Tony?" I asked. He was the only guy that hadn't fucked me at least once.

"Over here you fuckin' faggot." The dick of death was nursing a long neck. "What the fuck you want?"

"Would you fuck me, Tony? Please?"

"Stick this up your fuckin' ass." He handed me the bottle of beer. "I'll fuck you when it's empty."

The warm beer flowed into my bowels and out again with the semen of a dozen guys. The sticky mess coated my inner thighs, but enough remained inside me to ease the penetration of Tony's baseball bat cock.

"Get it up there, faggot," He said, slapping my ass. "Gonna come outta your fuckin' mouth."

I pushed back onto his cock and his pubes against my ass told me I had it all. Somebody shoved a dick in my mouth and impaled on two cocks, the party and my life as a pussy boy began anew.