Chapter 5: The Football Party
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Sunday was the big game between the Vegas Raiders and L.A. Chargers; the winner would be in the playoffs. Colin announced he had planned a little get-together at the apartment to watch the game. He said he had invited a couple of his friends and wanted Scott and me to join them. He was a little funny about saying that since our place was small, we didn't have enough room for us to invite any of our friends. Scott and I were fine with it and readily agreed.
Game Day arrived and Colin busily prepared the snacks and things in the kitchen. He seemed unusually cheerful. Scott was at the library finishing a term paper but assured us he would be home in time for the game. Colin made his special "swamp cooler punch" -- a mixture of fruit punches and juices and a generous amount of rum. His first friend arrived -- Joe, a tall, easy-going black guy he knew from Engineering. And then Mike, a stocky, red-headed, freckle-faced guy also from Engineering. Colin said others would drop by later. Joe, Mike, and I gathered in the living room ready to enjoy the game. We all agreed that the Chargers would be tough to beat, but we were confident it would be a good game, and it would be the Raiders who would be playoff-bound. Colin came out of the kitchen carrying glasses of punch for all of us.
"Down the hatch, little buddy!" he said as he handed me a glass of punch, giving me a wink of his eye. His phone rang and Colin picked it up and answered it. "Scott's running late" he announced when he had hung. "But he said he'll be here soon." He walked over and stood in front of me. "Come on, little buddy, down the hatch!" as he picked up and handed my half-empty glass to me.
"Hey! I want to take it a little slow" I protested. "I don't want to be blitzed by halftime!". "Come on" he persisted. "Yours doesn't have much rum in it; I know you don't hold liquor very well." He seemed unusually nice to me, so I relented and downed the remaining punch in one gulp.
By the end of the first quarter, it seemed like it to be a good game; both the Raiders and the Chargers were evenly matched. And I had downed another of the swamp cooler punches and was feeling a little dizzy. The room seemed to move around as I tried to focus. I looked over to see Colin whispering something in Joe's ear, nodding towards me, and Joe smiling broadly. My first thought was panic, that Colin was telling Joe about the things I liked to do. I quickly reassured myself; that would be the last thing Colin would tell someone.
A few minutes later the game broke for a commercial. I was feeling dizzier and lightheaded and decided to go to the kitchen to get a glass of Coke, go to the bathroom, and splash some water on my face. The kitchen seemed to swirl around me as I stood, and I gripped the counter to brace myself. I felt a strong pair of arms grip me firmly around my hips.
"You OK, man?" I heard Joe ask me.
"Yeah, yeah," I assured him. "I'll be OK. It just hit me all at once. No more of that punch, though, for now. I'm going to fix me some a glass of Coke."
"Let me help you, man," Joe said. He fixed me a glass of coke and handed it to me and moved back behind me. I felt his hands grip my waist as I raised the glass to my lips. I felt his large hands begin to massage my hips as I gulped down the Coke. "That's it, just drink some nice cold Coke, you'll feel better" he assured me. I felt his hands move lower to my butt, massaging and caressing my buns. No one had ever massaged my butt before. I began to feel warm, and good. "Feel better?" he whispered in my ear.
I nodded. "Yeah, that feels really good," I told him. "I like having my butt played with" I blurted out with a giggle. "Colin tells me you also love a big hard cock in your ass" he whispered in my ear.
I sprayed out some of the Coke from my mouth. "Ssh!" I said with a giggle, holding a finger in front of my mouth. "That's a secret!" I giggled again in enjoyment as he continued to play with my butt.
"Your secret's safe with me, baby" he whispered in my ear. He moved his hands back to my hips and pressed his crotch against my ass. I could feel his stiff hard-on pressing against the crack of my ass as he ground his crotch into my ass.
"Is that a snake in your pants" I giggled, or are you just happy to see me?"
"Yeah," he breathed in my ear. "It's a snake alright, a big, black snake. And it's real happy to see you." I began to grind my ass back against him, wiggling and rubbing my ass against that big hard black snake. "Come on, baby, let's go to your room" he breathed lustfully in my ear.
I was aware of his strong, large hands guiding me by my hips back to my room, and him closing the door behind us. I was aware of being guided to my bed and being pushed down on it, and his hands pulling off my clothes. The next thing I became aware of was Joe's voice coaching me.
"That's it, baby, work it, work it. That's it, you gotta work for it, baby. Work for it; you gotta milk the cum outta me if you want it, baby. THAT'S IT! THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!"
I was on my hands and knees on my bed, impaling my ass onto Joe's large black cock, slamming my ass back against his groin, driving the huge, rigid shaft as deep in my ass as I could get it, and craving more. I squeezed it as tight as I could with my ass muscles as I pulled forward, caressing it, loving its fullness inside of me, and driving back to slam it back into as hard as I could. Every nerve in my body seemed on fire, every sense of my being focused on the long, fat shaft spearing my ass. And I loved it; I craved it, wanted, and needed more of it. I fucked myself harder and harder, faster, and faster onto it, spearing my insides, squeezing it, embracing it, milking it desperately for the load of hot cum I craved to be inside of me.
"That's it, that's it, baby!" Joe encouraged me. "You're going to get it, keep milking it; you're going to get it . . . Aaaagh! Gonna nut! Gonna nut, baby!"
I squeezed my ass as tight as I could, gripping the long shaft, as I felt the stubby head swell and the twitch, and then slammed back against it as warm cum erupted inside me. I impaled myself again and again, as volley after volley shot the warmth deep inside me.
I felt Joe's hands firmly grip my hips. "Whoa, cowboy!" he said in a soothing voice. "That's all the ride there is for now."
I bucked back against his hands, desperate to impale the softening shaft further inside me. "No! More!" I insisted. "I need some more, fuck me some more, PLEASE?"
Joe's hands held me firmly. "Whoa, dude!" he repeated. "Damn! Colin was right; you are one slut for cock! That roofie he gave you turned you into one cock hungry slut!"
Joe's words made no sense to me; all I could think of was good it felt to have my ass stuffed full of hard cock. "NO!" I protested as I felt that long black snake slide out of me and exit with a slurp. "NO! PLEASE! Put it back in! I need more! Please fuck me some more!"
"Just hang loose," Joe told me, as he pulled his pants back up. Mike's turn is next. Mike'll be here in a minute, and he'll fill you up full again."
I lay on my back in bed, in a daze. I heard the bedroom door close as Joe left. "Who was that guy?" I wondered. "Where am I?" I looked around the room. It no longer spun around. Everything looked crystal clear, but detached, as if I wasn't a part of my surroundings. I recognized my computer desk. "It's my room!" I realized. "I'm in my room at the apartment. What am I doing here? How did I get here?" I heard my bedroom door open, and a stocky, red-headed, freckle-faced guy walked in. He was smiling at me. "Hi!" I said cheerfully. "Who are you?" "I'm Mike, dude. Don't you remember?" he replied. I stared at him blankly. "You just met me, I'm Colin's friend, Mike?
"Oh, Colin? Is Colin here?" I asked eagerly. "Is Colin going to come fuck me? He has a really big one!" I gushed with a giggle.
"No," the guy told me as he began to unbuckle his pants. "Colin's not going to come fuck you. But I got something for you." I watched eagerly as he pulled his pants down to his knees and began to stroke his rapidly hardening thick cock. "Colin said you're our party boy. You're flying high on that roofie and we get to use you all we want." He walked over to the bed and thrust his cock into my face.
"Oh!" I exclaimed happily. "That's a nice fat one! I want to suck it!" I leaned forward and impaled the thick cock down my throat, my nose buried in the bushy red pubes in one lunge. "Geeze" he muttered, Colin was right, you are one cock hungry slut!". I ignored what he was saying, I was completely absorbed in sucking greedily on the thick cock in my mouth. He gripped me by my ears and rammed his cock down my throat, and then again and again. I pulled my head back, gasped for air, and then dove back on his cock, driving it back down my throat. I heard Mike's guttural moans of "Oh fuck, oh fuck!", and felt his cock convulse and his load gushing down my throat.
After Mike had left, I lay on my back in bed. I could still taste the sweet cum in my mouth and feel the load in my stomach. "Hmmmm!" I mused. "That was a big load! And his cum tastes really good! But I need to get fucked! I need someone to fuck me!" I crawled out of bed and looked around. I staggered to my door, opened it, and was surprised to see Scott in the hallway, just coming out of his room. Scott seemed surprised to see me, too, as he gaped at me with his mouth open.
"Jerry!" he exclaimed in shock. "What the fuck are you doing, man?"
"Fucking!" I told him cheerfully. "Fucking and sucking!"
"Dude!" Scott said in a scolding tone. "Dude! You're totally nude! Put some fucking clothes on, man!"
"Clothes?" I mused. I looked down at my naked body. "I don't need any clothes" I assured him. "I need to get fucked! Will you fuck me, Scott? Fuck me, please?"
Scott rushed to me and pushed me back into my room. "Ssh!" he scolded. "Shut the fuck up, man!" He pushed me down on my bed in a sitting position and closed the door. "What the fuck is up with you, man? Are you high on drugs or something?"
"Drugs? No, I don't do drugs, man" I assured him. "But, I do do fucking! Will you fuck me, please?" I looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Dude, you are high on something" he insisted. "No! No fucking! We're having a party, remember?" I stared at him blankly. "Football game? Remember, Football party? We have friends over, straight friends over from school. You don't let people know you're gay, remember? Can't let anyone know you like sucking and fucking. No fucking, no sucking. Straight, act straight. Be cool." He repeated it over and over in a coaxing voice.
"OK," I said dejectedly. "No fucking, no sucking. Party, straight party. No fucking, no sucking."
"That's it," Scott said in a soothing voice. "Party, Football Party. Straight Party. No fucking, no sucking."
"But" I said in a hopeful voice. "Will you fuck me after the party? If I'm good, will you fuck me after the party?"
"Maybe," he said, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "If you're good, if you're, really good, MAYBE I'll fuck you after the party. But you have to behave yourself. Remember: straight. Straight party, you act straight. No talking about fucking and sucking. It's a secret, our secret. No talking about fucking and sucking."
"OK, OK!" I said in exasperation. "I got it, I got it! No fucking, no sucking. Straight. I'll be good!"
"Good boy!" Scott told me, patting me on the head. "Now, get some clothes on and come on out and join the party. But be cool!"
"Ok, OK" I assured him, as he closed the door behind him. I looked around my room. "Clothes . . . Hmmmm clothes . . . Ah! Gym trunks, my favorite gym trunks!" I pulled on my favorite pair of light blue nylon gym trunks, the ones a little too small, the ones that stretched tightly around my ass. I liked how the cool material felt against my ass. I liked how it felt good to not have anything on underneath them, how good the cool skin felt against my balls hanging freely. "Hmmm . . . shirt . . . shirt. I need a shirt." I grabbed my favorite t-shirt, the one with the UNLV Rebels logo -- a cowboy in an oversized ten-gallon hat, both pistols raised, ready to shoot. "That's me!" I mused, "Always ready to shoot!"
I made my way down the hallway to the living room. I saw my roommates, Scott and Colin, and two other guys, a big black guy, and a stocky, red-headed guy, watching the TV. I didn't recognize them, but they seemed to be snickering at me. "Hey, Scott! Hey Colin!" I greeted my roommates cheerfully.
"Hey, Dickhead!" Colin returned my greeting.
"Dickhead?" I repeated, confused. "I'm a dickhead?"
"Yeah," Colin assured me. "You are a total dickhead."
"Hey, man!" Scott protested. "Jerry's our roommate. What's with the `dickhead' shit?"
"' 'Cause he is" Colin assured him. "Jerry is a total dickhead. He's a dickhead, as in dumbass. But he's also a dickhead as in addicted to dick".
"Oh, I get it!" I volunteered cheerfully. "Yeah, I'm a dickhead. The more dick I get the more dick I need. I need some dick! I want some dick!"
"Shut the fuck up, Jerry!" Scott scolded.
"Jesus!" I heard someone snicker from the back of the living room.
I looked over to see a guy I hadn't noticed before standing by the patio door. He was a beefy, well-built guy, with a round face and close-cropped light brown hair. He was dressed in a T-shirt and shorts. I looked at his hairy legs. "Do I know you?" I asked, "You look familiar". He snickered. "You should remember me; you've had my cock down your throat and up your ass. I'm Duke, don't you remember me? I got you tell me how bad you needed it before I fucked you. I called you a slut and you got all pissed off and told me to get out.". He laughed. "Well, I was right, you're showing everyone what you are now: a complete and total slut".
Yeah, that's what I am: a slut" I said cheerfully. "Geez, Colin" Duke began, "that roofie you gave him has him really out of it. Well, you said he was going to be our party boy". But so, you and Scott are his roommates?". Colin nodded. "That's too fucking funny" Duke laughed. "What's so funny?" Colin demanded. "Well, he told me both of his roommates were fucking him, but only one of you knew the other was fucking him. So, I guess the joke is on one of you - which one of you didn't know how much of a slut Jerry is?". Colin laughed and pointed to Scott. "That would be Scott who is the dumbass, he had no idea that I've been fucking Jerry almost as regular as he has". Scott's eyes narrowed as he glared at Colin. "That's too funny" Duke laughed. He turned to Jerry and grabbed his crotch. "Hey slut, why don't you get over here and chow down on this puppy?"
"OK!" I agreed cheerfully. I walked over to him, got down on my knees in front of him, and began to undo his belt.
"Whoa!" Scott shouted, rising to his feet. "Stop! Stop right there! I'm not going to sit here and watch Jerry blow him!".
"Duke?" Colin began, "Take Jerry back to his room and give him what he needs."
"Come on, slut" Duke spat out as he roughly pulled me to my feet and shoved me toward the hallway.
"What the fuck is this about that you gave Jerry a roofie?" Scott demanded angrily. "Yeah," Colin said nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders. "I gave him a roofie. Mixed it in with his swamp cooler punch with a shitload of rum. Should keep him flying for hours. He won't remember a thing when he comes around."
"Why the fuck would you do that to Jerry!" Scott shouted. "Why the fuck did you slip Jerry a roofie?"
"To release his inhibitions" Colin explained in an even voice. "To release his inhibitions and out him". "Out him?" Scott repeated. "Yeah," Colin assured him. "When a gay guy is all in the closet, pretending to be straight while he's going behind your back and getting all the dick he can get, he needs to be outed, for what he really is". Scott looked at Colin with a confused look. "Duke is a friend of mine. We grabbed a bite to eat in the student union cafeteria the other day. He knew I was cool with it and told me about fucking this real pretty blonde guy who was into some kinky shit. He noticed him in class one day, squirming around in his chair and shit, and he could see that he was totally boned up. He figured it was that he had something up his ass. So, he followed him into the restroom after class and found out yeah, the dude had a butt plug thing up his ass. The dude told him that sitting with that butt plug up his ass made him need it bad, real bad, and he begged him to fuck him. So, he took him to his place and Duke made him fuck himself senseless by riding his cock. I was suspicious when Duke said that it was a pretty blonde guy, so I asked if he knew his name. It was Jerry, and Jerry brought Duke here, to our place, and Duke made Jerry ride his cock like a slut".
"Holy shit!" Scott gasped. "Yeah," Colin agreed, "Holy shit! Our little roommate has brought Duke and who knows who else back to our apartment to fuck the daylights out of him. And he walks around campus and goes to class with a rubber dick up his ass? Sheesh! I'm tired of his fucking game. Right before chowed down on my dick the first time he tried to claim he wasn't gay, that he wasn't a cock sucker. Then he took my cock down his throat and gave the best head I've had in a long time. So, then I started fucking him, he'd take my cock up the ass and beg for more, all the while trying to claim he wasn't really gay. I can't handle it anymore he needs to be outed, so everyone knows what he really is -- a total fag, and a complete slut".
"You've been fucking Jerry?" Scott questioned in disbelief.
"Yeah," Colin responded with a shrug of his shoulders. "Right after I found out you were boning him. I figured, well, I know you're straight". The memory of what he and Scott used to do flashed in his mind. He shrugged. "Well, more or less. You were just using him to relieve some extra loads out of your balls, and maybe help the poor fag out. So, I figured what the fuck? You and me both fucking the same guy. I was thinking of suggesting to you we both fuck him together, one in his mouth, the other in his ass. Or maybe both of us up his ass together, I bet he can handle it. What do you think about that?".
Scott ignored the question. "Jerry told you I was fucking him?" he asked quietly.
"No, dumbass" Colin laughed. "The little fucker kept your secret safe. Probably wanted to make sure you wouldn't stop porking him. I caught you guys going at it one night. I got off work early and heard you guys going at it in his room. You left the door half open. I peaked in, and Jerry was on his knees like a bitch in heat and you were fucking the shit out of him and he was begging for it. I confronted him about it the next night when you were at practice. He said that was the first time you guys had done it; that you'd come home and caught him getting off using a dildo or some shit, and you blackmailed him into giving it up for you. I made him give me some head. He cried and shit, claiming he was really straight and shit, and then chowed down on my cock like there was no tomorrow. I fucked his face or plowed his ass every Monday night after that. While you were at practice, your little faggot buddy was getting porked up the ass by me and loving it. Jerry never said shit, but I knew you were banging him every chance you got, too. You're not very careful, dumbass. I came home early a couple of times after that and heard you two going at it in his room, Jerry begging for more. I'd just go to my room and close the door. I figured what the fuck? We're both enjoying a free mouth, a free hole, all eager and ready and close by. But I figure it's time everyone knows exactly what he really is".
Scott sighed "Well, I sure as heck didn't know you were fucking him, and that he was bringing guys back here for a fuck. But I'm happy for him". "You're happy for him?" Colin spat out. "Yeah. Some guys fight and suppress their gay feelings their whole lives, and end up living sad, miserable lives. I'm happy for him that he's accepted that he's gay and is OK with that".
"Ok, fine, he's accepted that he's a fag. Good for him". Scott looked at Colin sternly in the eyes. "And you've apparently been fucking him regularly. So, what does that make you?". Colin glared at Scott angrily. "It makes me fucking straight" he assured Scott. "I'm totally into pussy". Scott laughed. "Oh yeah? Well, when was the last time you fucked some pussy, instead of Jerry?". Colin's eyes narrowed. "Fuck. you, asshole. Well, you've been fucking Jerry regularly, what does that make you?".
Scott shrugged. "Happy," he said simply, "I enjoy sex with Jerry, and like him a lot. If that makes me bi or whatever, fine, I'm perfectly okay with that". "Well, I'm sure as hell not bi" Colin snorted, "I've just been using a convenient hole".
Scott sighed. "If that's what you need to tell yourself, fine. You know, Colin, we've been friends for a long time. I used to look up at you. But slipping Jerry that roofie to get him to do this stuff, and the way you treat him and talk about him?". He shook his head. "I think you're a complete fucking asshole, and I will never forgive you for what you've done to Jerry. We're not bros anymore, and I'll be moving out". He stood up to walk to the kitchen. "Holy Shit!" Colin whispered hoarsely, "That's it, isn't it?". "What, `it'?" Scott demanded. "That little fruitcake has turned you gay for him, hasn't he?". "That would be none of your fucking business, asshole" Scott assured him, as he turned and walked away.