Chapter 2: Colin has his turn
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I had a study group that evening, so I ate dinner alone in the student cafeteria. It was nearly nine-thirty when I got back to the apartment. At least Scott won't be home I thought as I turned the key in the lock. He has night practice for this week's night game and won't be home until after eleven. I was surprised at the sound of the TV as I opened the door. "Oh yeah," I remembered. Monday night; Colin's night off.
"Hey, Colin," I said, nodding to him as I made my way through the living room. He sat in the easy chair, clad in his usual apartment attire -- a pair of nylon running shorts, and nothing else. Monday Night Football blared on the TV screen.
"Hey, Jerry" Colin acknowledged as I went past him. I went to my room, changed into shorts, and then brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I decided to fix myself a soda in the kitchen before turning in. As I headed into the living room, I decided to sit down and shoot the shit with Colin for a few minutes; we hadn't seen much of each other lately.
"Game any good?" I asked, sitting down in the chair next to him.
"Naw" he replied. "Pretty boring Monday Night Football. The Chargers are all over the Giants, forty-two to nothing. Giants can't do shit. I grunted in agreement. "So what have you been up to, Jerry?" he asked. `I haven't talked to you in a while. Anything new and exciting?"
"No" I assured him. "Same old, same old." I thought about last night with Scott. "Thank God Colin doesn't know anything about that," I thought to myself. We both groaned when the Giats fumbled the ball.
"This game sucks!" exclaimed Colin.
"Yeah," I grunted in agreement.
"Actually, I'd already turned it off and was watching something else when I heard you come home."
"Oh yeah?" I responded. "Whatcha watching?"
"This" Colin replied, reaching for a remote and pressing a button. The scene on the screen changed from football to a buxom blonde woman sucking on rock hard cock at least 8" long. "My favorite porno, `Debbie does Dick'. That bitch can suck the shit outta of dick" he said admiringly.
I watched as all eight inches of dick disappeared down her throat. "Geeze," I said in surprise. "I can't believe she swallowed all of that. That guy I huge" I said a little more admiringly than I intended.
"Yeah," Colin said huskily. "He's almost as big as me."
I turned to look at Colin, intending to say `Yeah, right'. My mouth opened in surprise as I saw Colin watching the screen intently while his hand was under the elastic band of his running shorts, tugging and pulling a large and growing tent in the crotch. I meant to tear my eyes away immediately but watched transfixed as the tent in his shorts continued to grow.
"Wanna see?" Colin asked. I looked up to see him looking at me intently.
I flushed in embarrassment as I realized he had caught me staring at his rising erection as he played with it. "Uh, no, that's OK," I said quickly. "Uh, actually, I was just getting ready to turn in. I'll let you enjoy Debbie."
"No need to run off" he assured me. "It's just getting to the good part, where he really starts fucking her face."
"No, that's OK, man" I replied. "I'll let you enjoy Debbie to yourself." I started to get up.
"Wait, man" Colin insisted. "Let me ask you something first."
"Ugh, yeah, sure" I replied, sitting back down, growing increasingly nervous. "Sure, go ahead, shoot" I looked at him squarely in the face, making sure to avoid looking down at the movement continuing down in his shorts.
"Well, I was just wondering . . ." he began, looking me square in the eyes. "I was wondering . . . How long has Scott been fucking you?"
"Whaat!" I gasped, the blood draining from my face.
"I guess it's really none of my business," he said evenly. "But, since you're both my roommates, I just wondered how long you and Scott have been fucking?"
"I . . . I . . . I don't know . . . ." I stuttered as I attempted denial. His eyes bore into mine. He knew! I knew from the look in his eyes he knew it all. "Scott fucking told you?" I clenched my fists. "I can't believe the fucking bastard told you!"
Colin shook his head slowly. "Scott didn't tell me shit," he said in a deadpan voice. "He doesn't know that I know anything about it." I stared at him, totally confused. "I got home early last night, dude. Work was slow, so they let me off early. It was all dark, but I could see a light coming from your room. I went to the kitchen to fix something to drink and when I came out, I could the definite sounds of fucking coming from your room. Your door was half open, dude. So, I'm thinking Great, Jerry finally got some pussy'. Then I hear you saying Fuck me, Fuck me', and then I hear Scott's voice. So, I'm thinking What the hell?' So, I push your door open a little more and look inside, and, man! You're on your knees and Scott is fucking the daylights outta you!" From the corner of my eyes, I could see him give a tug on his cock. "I gotta admit I was pretty blown away" he continued. "I mean, I know Scott will fuck anything that moves -- and some things that don't move -- but, Geez! I had no idea you're gay, man -- and I'm usually pretty good at picking em out."
"I'm not `gay'" I protested.
"Yeah, right!! Colin breathed forcefully. "Dude, you were on your knees begging Scott `Fuck me! Fuck me harder, man!', and Scott was giving it to you." He shook his head. "Dude, I don't know too many straight guys who dig another dude boning them in the ass and beg for more." His eyes continued to bore into mine.
"Scott forced me!" I protested. "He . . . he blackmailed me and made me do it!" Colin grunted in skepticism. "Scott came early from Brynda's. She was on her period and wouldn't give him any. He kept going on about how horned up he was, and then he threatened to blackmail me if I didn't let him . . . . do that to me."
"Well, I know Scott when he's all horned up" Colin assured me. "He'd fuck a snake when he's all horned up -- if he could figure away to get it to hold still for him. But, what did he blackmail you with? And, what made him think you'd let him bone you?"
"Well . . . ." I began, searching for a way to explain it. "Well, he came home, and I guess I'd left my door open a little and he . . . . he caught me masturbating."
"That's it?" Colin asked incredulously. "Scott catches you beating your meat, and says "I'm going to tell the whole fucking world that you jerk off' if you don't let me bone you?" Colin shook his head, in disbelief.
"Well . . . ." I began, "he caught me jerking off . . . . uh, he caught me jerking off while using my dildo!" Colin laughed. "Dude? You have a dildo? You like to get off while fucking yourself with a dildo?" He shook his head, still laughing. "Well, I guess that explains why Scott thought you would like him fucking you, if you like a dildo up your ass he figured you'd like the real thing even better. And you sure looked like you did like it better". I blushed red, knowing that he was right. "But, you're not really gay, right? You like to get off fucking yourself with a dildo, or some dude fucking the daylights out of you, but you're not gay?"
"It was the first time!" I protested. "It was the first time anybody ever fucked me! It was the first time Scott ever fucked me! And it was the first time I ever did anything with a dildo! I was just curious, that's all!"
"Well," Colin began, stroking his chin. "I can kind of understand that. I'm curious, too. I've kinda been curious about something involving sex."
"Really?" I said in relief. "You've been curious about what it feels like to have something in your ass? It's really wild" I assured him. "I mean, I'm not gay or anything -- I'm not into sex with guys. But, there's a prostate thingie inside. When something in your ass rubs or jabs against your prostate, it feels really wild!"
"No, dude!" Colin said as he burst into laughter. "I'm not curious about what it would feel like to have something in my ass. I'm straight; I dig chicks. Real straight guys are not curious about what it would feel like to have something in their ass" he assured me. I looked at him in confusion. "No," he continued, "I was more curious about what it would feel like to have my cock buried down your throat."
"Whaaat!" I almost shouted in shock.
"I'm real curious about how it would feel to have you swallow my cock down your throat, the way Debbie there takes it." He nodded toward the TV screen.
"No fucking way!" I shouted in indignation. "I'm no cocksucker! I told you: I'm not fucking gay!"
"Oh yeah?" Colin asked slyly. "Then I guess this doesn't do anything for you?"
With a sudden movement, he stood up, pulled his shorts down to his ankles, and with a flick of his foot, cast them aside. He stood slowly stroking his rock-hard cock that stood straight out from his groins. It was long and thick; it had to be over 9" long and several inches thick. The head was even thicker than the shaft, and the tip glistened with precum he had milked from his stroking. I stared at it transfixed, unable to tear my eyes away. `He IS bigger than the guy in the video' I found myself thinking.
"Come on, man" I heard Colin ask softly. "I know you want it."
I shook my head, my eyes locked on his cock, transfixed. "I'm not a cocksucker" I heard my voice say.
"I sure would hate for it to get around" I heard Colin say. "I sure would hate for it to get around that our sports assistant really digs it in the ass. Rubber dicks and real dicks up the ass".
"You wouldn't!" I gasped, tearing my eyes from his hard cock to look up at him. "You wouldn't do that to me!" I pleaded. "I just . . . I just made some mistakes. I'm NOT gay!"
"Well, it would be pretty mean to go around telling everybody that use a dildo to fuck yourself and get off -- when you can't find some dude to bone you," Colin admitted. "But . . ." he continued with a sigh, "you never know when something like MIGHT slip out. You know, like I'm at a party and drunk and shit and someone tells me something, and I say: `That's nothing, you should have seen the time I came home to find Scott fucking the sweet bejesus out of Jerry" he said with a smirk.
"Please?" I pleaded.
Colin walked over and stood in front of me. I looked down to find his rock-hard cock inches in front of me. "Come on, man" he pleased in a soothing voice. "Suck it for me. Help me out a little here; I'm horned up, just like Scott was, and you helped him out." He leaned forward, and his head brushed against my lips. I felt a tear roll down the cheek of my face. "Just take the head in your mouth and suck on it a little. No one will ever know; no one will ever know about this, or anything else." The head pressed harder against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted it. I closed my lips around the shaft of his cock and sucked the head tentatively. It tasted sweet and clean, just slightly musky. I swirled my tongue around the head as more of the cock pressed into my mouth. "That's it, that's it" Colin encouraged me in a soothing voice. I sucked harder as it pressed further into my mouth. I felt the head at the back of my mouth. I suppressed the urge to gag, and the head popped through the back of my mouth and began to slide down my throat. My eyes began to bulge as Colin's cock continued down my throat and I held my breath, every sense focused on that large, hot rod sliding down my throat. I felt Colin's hands on the back of my head. The next thing I felt was my nose buried in his groin and his cock thrust down my throat as he pushed my head on and then pulled it back.
"Fucking A!" Colin sighed. "You took it; you took the whole fucking thing! I knew you could!" he began to pump his cock in and out of my throat. I began to gag and felt dizzy from the lack of air. I pushed him away with my hands on his hips, his cock sliding out of my throat and then free from my mouth. I gasped for air. "Sorry," Colin sighed. "I guess you do need to breathe a little. Just suck it for a while." Obediently, I opened my mouth, accepted his cock, and sucked greedily. It wasn't like when my ass was stuffed full and something jabbing at my nut inside, but there was something about my mouth being full of rock-hard dick, of sucking, licking, worshipping the rigid shaft, giving pleasure, that made me yield to the sensations inside me. I worshipped Colin's cock, fascinated by its size and hardness, licking it lovingly from the thick round head down the shaft to head to his balls. I licked his balls, taking them in my mouth, sucking, as my fist worked his knob. I took his shaft back in my mouth, sucking it like a madman while my hand played with his massive balls.
Colin's breathing began to become more jagged. "Hold your breath!" he breathed. I sucked in as much air as I could around the shaft buried in my mouth. Colin grabbed my ear, pulled my head into his groin, burying his long cock down my throat and my face into his groin. He pulled halfway out and thrust down again, fucking my face again and again. "Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!" he panted, his fucking motion faster and faster and harder and harder. I felt his cock swell in my throat and then twitch as spurt after spurt of hot cum shot down my abused throat. It felt like he just kept cumming and cumming, filling my stomach. I reached for my cock, tugging at the erection inside my shorts. Finally, Colin pulled my head back and his cock slid from my throat and popped out of my mouth with a slurping sound as I continued to suck it greedily as I gasped for air.
"Oh fuck, yeah!" Colin gasped. "Fucking A, dude! You suck the fuck outta dick! You can give ole Debbie a run for her money. My spinning head searched for a decision if I should be happy or ashamed. "Take off your shirt, man!" Colin instructed.
"He wants me naked?" I wondered as I peeled off my shirt. "He's not going to want to fuck me after cumming like that?"
Colin took the shirt from my hand and wiped his dick clean with it. "Goddamn you give good head!" he sighed. "Just think how good you could be at giving head if you WERE gay, dude" he added. I looked up to see him smirking. He bent over to pick up his shorts. Without bothering to put them on, he turned and headed for his room. I admired his firm, tight buns, and thighs as walked away, an empty feeling inside me. As he reached the doorway, he stopped and turned around. "Oh, turn off the TV for me, will you, little buddy?" he said, more as a command than a question. I nodded. "Oh and . . ." he added, with a smirk on his face. "See you next week? Same time, same place? Oh yeah -- and same position?" He turned and walked away.
Later I lay tossing fitfully in my bed, trying to get to sleep, thinking about the last two nights. "I can't be gay!" I tried to assure myself. "I was just curious. But this shit is getting out of control! I was just curious about those feelings in my ass; I was never curious about sucking cock. It's just . . . Colin's cock was so big! I never had a clue he had such a huge cock!" I thought about how I'd slurped and sucked on it. My cock was rock hard, and I reached down to stroke it. I thought about how it felt to have Colin's cock buried down my throat, how it swelled and then twitched inside my throat and then shot its load inside it. With a cry, I sprayed my load all over my chest and stomach. Too tired and shattered to get up I smeared the cum over my skin and then drifted off to sleep.