College Memories

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College Memories Chapter Three – The Wrestling Team

I was dreaming of being fucked by James, as I started to wake up. It felt so good, it just had to be real. I opened my eyes to find James' biting my nipples, as he rammed his steel pole in and out of me. My only coherent thought was "Wow! I wish all my dreams were like this!"

Seeing that I was awake, James grinned, and said, "Good morning, bitch!"

He leaned down to kiss me. I said, "Good morning, master. I love waking up this way."

He looked deeply into my eyes, and said, "This is how it will be every morning for the rest of your life."

I smiled, and said, "I want that."

James picked up his pace, and soon filled me with his man juices. He collapsed on top of me, and I, automatically, wrapped my arms around his sweaty body. After a few moments, his breathing returned to normal, and he lifted his head to look into my eyes.

"Carla, you're the best thing that ever happened to me," he said, smiling.

I returned his smile. "No, you've got it wrong, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me. You've made my fantasies come to life, James. I never thought you, or the rest of the guys, would ever give me the time of day, let alone make me your bitch."

James placed his hands on either side of my head, and kissed me deeply. His dick, which was still in my ass, hardened, and I knew I was going to be fucked for a second time this morning!

He released my lips, leaving me breathless. He gave me a lecherous grin, and said, "I think my cock is telling me it's time for round two."

I nodded my head, begging him, "Please fuck me again, master." I ran my hands over his bare back, down to his buttocks. I love the feel of his firm bubble butt in my hands. I squeezed his cheeks, causing him to flex his muscles.

He grinned at me. "Do you like my ass?"

"Yes, I love your bubble butt, but I love your cock the most," I said, clamping down hard on his steel pole.

"I'm glad you like my cock, because it really likes you," he said. "Wrap your legs around me, and lock your ankles together behind my back."

I obeyed him, locking him in place. I looked into his eyes, and said, "I'm never letting you go, master."

James said, "I have no intentions of ever leaving you, now that you've agreed to be my bitch. However, we need to continue your training, which includes lots of practice learning to give your master what he wants!"

James captured my lips, and proceeded to make me his bitch for a second time!

James rolled off of me, and said, "Open the window. It smells like sex in here."

I got up, and opened the window. As I turned around to return to my new lover, a huge amount of his cum slipped out of my ass. James saw it, and asked, "Where's that butt plug you said you had down here?"

I pointed to the closet, and said, "My sex toys are in there."

He stood up, and walked over to the closet. He pulled it opened, and started looking around. Seeing my uniforms, he asked, "What time are you supposed to be at work?"

"I have to be at Smith's by 10 AM. I work at Hardee's tonight," I replied.

"I'll take you over to the store. I want to make sure you give your two week notice," he said, giving me a meaningful look. "But I want to ask them to let you go today, if possible. I don't want to share you with anyone other than my roommates."

I nodded me head. "Okay." I was still a little uncertain about giving up my jobs. I had just begun to feel secure in the fact that I could fend for myself. To be honest, I was more than a little nervous about becoming dependent on James and his roommates.

He found my sex toys, and retrieved the black butt plug. It was tapered, thin at the top and wide at the bottom, with a tiny neck just before it broadened out into the knob that served as a handle. I had worn it all day once before, but that was before being gang fucked. I wasn't sure if I could keep it in, since my ass ring had been stretched out by the guys' cocks.

He walked over, and pushed it up my ass. I braced myself, expecting it to hurt like the last time I had used it. However, I was surprised, when it slid in easily.

James said, "There that should stop you from leaking all over the place. I want you to get pregnant, and that won't happen if all my semen slips out and runs down your leg."

He noticed my troubled expression. "What's wrong? Did I hurt you? I didn't intend to, if I did." The obvious concern in his voice, touched my heart.

I shook my head, and said, "No, you didn't hurt me. I'm just a little nervous about giving up my jobs. I told my Dad that I didn't need their help, when I moved out. He tried to force me to stay at home, while I went to school; but, I couldn't stand being in the same house with him, anymore. I hate him, James, and I don't want to ever have to go back home. I'd rather die first. You don't know how he has bullied me, called me names, and told me how worthless I am. I never measured up to his standards. Dad is really in to athletics, especially basketball and football. So, when I didn't go out for either sport, Dad started calling me a pansy and a sissy."

James embraced me, and said, "I'm sorry, Carla, I didn't know. I wouldn't have been so rough with you yesterday, had I known. Can you forgive me?"

I smiled, and kissed him. "I already have." I paused, frowning. "I'm a little bit afraid of Kirk, though."

James said, "You have a right to be cautious around Kirk, because he does have a mean streak. But, I don't think he will hurt you. He wants to have great sex with you; so you have some leverage with him, just like his girlfriend does. I'll talk to him about not doing anything with you that you're not willing to do."

"Won't that just make him angry?" I asked, dubiously.

"It might, but I think John and Kevin will back me up. We're not monsters, Carl. We're just a bunch of horny guys that want to help you realize your dreams. If things get out of hand, I'll put a stop to it; since I'm the one who convinced my roommates that we could turn you into our sex slave. Please believe me, Carl, I never intended for you to get hurt," James said, looking into my eyes.

"I believe you, James," I said, feeling all warm inside.

"I hope you don't mind me calling you Carla, because it really turns me on," James said, grinning at me.

"I'm okay with it," I said.

"That's good." He kissed me, and said, "I haven't heard you complaining about being fucked," James said, squeezing my ass.

I laughed. "No, I'm not complaining about the sex. However, I'm a little sore."

"That will change as you get used to being fucked," James said. A thoughtful look came over his face. "If it would make you feel better about it, you can keep the daytime job at the grocery store; but I want you to work part time. I understand wanting to be independent; however, I wasn't kidding when I said you will be very busy taking care of the four of us."

He took my hand, and led me into the bathroom. He leaned over to turn on the shower, adjusting the temperature. As he did so, I admired his well-muscled body, especially his bubble butt. He turned around, and caught me staring at him.

He grinned, and asked, "Do you like what you see?"

"Yes, l love the sight of your beautiful hard body," I said, walking over to him. He pulled me into his arms, kissing me deeply. He stepped into the shower, pulling me with him.

As the warm water cascaded over our bodies, he reached behind me and pulled the butt plug out of my ass. He turned me around and began washing me, cleaning me out.

Puzzled by his actions, I asked, "I thought you wanted your cum to stay inside me?"

He bit the back of my neck, and said, "I did, but I decided that you need to be clean for the rest of the guys." He continued to clean me out. Then, he turned me around, and washed my front side, kissing me as he soaped me up. "I love the feel of your skin, Carla. It's so nice and smooth."

He rinsed me off, then he handed me the soap bar, and said, "Now, I want you to wash me."

I grinned, and asked, "May I give you a blow job at the same time?"

"You'd better," James said, laughing.

I turned him around, and washed his backside first. He flexed his glutes for me, as I cleaned him, thoroughly. Then, soaped up his back and kneaded the muscles to loosen them, then I slipped my arms around his waist. "I love you."

James turned around in my arms, and put his arms around my shoulders. His eyes searched mine. "Do you really love me, or are in lust with me?"

I knew, by the seriousness of his tone, that he wanted an honest answer from me. I held his gaze. "I've loved you, since I first laid eyes on you. Yes, I still lust after you, because you're so sexy, and I want you to fuck my brains out every day and every night; but, you've been kind to me, and you've made my dreams come true. That's why I love you, James."

He said, earnestly, "I want to learn to love you, Carla. I want what my dad has with Ben. They have a deep love for each other. It's not a super romantic love, but it's still a deep and caring love. I know I don't have the same domineering personality that my dad has; but I do enjoy being the dominant partner in our relationship, because it really turns me on." Here he paused, to kiss me. "Right now, you satisfy a very real need for me. I love fucking you. Like I told you before, I've never had anyone I've enjoyed fucking as much as you. I think, as we get to know each other better, love will grow between us. I know you want to love me, but I think you're in the same spot as I am – wanting it, but still not quite there."

I nodded me head, "I think I follow you, James." I looked deeply into his eyes, and continued, "However, I disagree with you, in one aspect. I do love you. That is why I am willing to surrender myself to you. I trust you, James. I trust you to return my love and to make me happy."

"How can you say that after only one day?" James said, puzzled.

"Because I know you. I know that Kirk will use and abuse me. Kevin likes me, but he wants to be straight, so he'll never really love me. John likes getting his rocks off, but hasn't mentioned any intention of having a permanent relationship with me. Only you have spoken to me about a long-lasting relationship," I said. Here I paused, and thought for a moment, before continuing. "I enjoy being gang fucked by you and the rest of the guys; but, I also want a permanent relationship with someone who loves me and wants to make me happy."

James nodded his head in understanding. "I get it." He kissed me, and said, "Finish cleaning up, bitch. I need you to get me off."

I obeyed him, washing him, paying particular attention to his fully erect cock. Then, proceeded to give him the best blow job ever!

We dried each other off, and got dressed for the day. James picked up the blankets from off of the floor, folding them neatly and returning them to the top shelf of my closet. He looked at me, and asked, "Do you want to take your uniforms upstairs, or do you want to grab them when we leave?"

I shrugged, and said, "I guess we should take them upstairs now. I know the guys will want breakfast, and a quick fuck before they leave for class."

James smiled, and said, "I'm glad you remembered your cooking duties."

I grabbed my uniforms from the closet, and my box of sex toys, slipping the butt plug inside it. James closed the closet, and gave my ass a squeeze, as he passed me on his way to the door. He opened the door, and held it open for me. "Ladies, before gentlemen," he said, mockingly.

I laughed, and stopped to kiss him, before going out the door. "I'm a lady now, am I?" I asked.

"Only if you want to be," James responded, with a broad grin. He took the stairs two at a time, leaving me to follow him. He opened his apartment door, letting me enter first.

"Leave your uniforms on the chair," James directed me. I did as he said, and walked into the kitchen. He followed me, and went over to the fridge, opening it. He pulled out eggs, sausage, and orange juice. "Here you go."

I took them from him, and sat them on the counter. I pulled out a couple of frying pans, and soon had the sausages cooking. I waited until they were nearly done, before scrambling the eggs and cooking them. James made toast and buttered it, placing it on the table. He came up behind me, and kissed the back of my neck. He put his arms around my waist. I could feel his hardening cock pressing against me.

"I could get used to seeing you in the kitchen every morning," he said.

He released me, as I finished cooking the eggs. I turned off the stove, and transferred the sausages and eggs to a couple of bowls. I placed them on the table, and looked at James, meeting his gaze. "You look so wonderful, James."

I walked over, and kissed him. He grinned, and said, "I think you'll need to give the guys a personal invitation to join us for breakfast."

I walked into Kevin and Kirk's room. I went to Kevin's bed first. He opened his eyes, as I sat on the edge of his bed. "Good morning, Carla," Kevin said.

I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Good morning, Kevin. Breakfast is ready."

He sat up and stretched, as he yawned widely. "Thanks, Carla." I couldn't help admiring the hardness of his body. Seeing my hungry look, he posed for me.

I ran my hands over his six pack abs. He took my hands, and pulled me up, kissing me as he held me in his arms. I could feel his morning wood pushing against me.

"I've got to pee, Babe," he said, releasing me.

Kevin left the room, and I walked over to Kirk's bed. He was already awake. He reached for me, pulling me on top of him. "Good morning, bitch," he said, smiling at me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tight. He kissed me, deeply. "Umm...you taste good this morning."

I smiled at him, "Thank you, Kirk."

He released me, and I stood up, turning to give him a hand up. Coming to his feet, he embraced me, and said, "I smell sausage."

"Yes, there are sausages and eggs for breakfast," I said. He released me, and I took his hand, leading him out of the bedroom.

"I'll be right back," he said. He walked into the bathroom, passing Kevin on his way to the kitchen and closing the door behind him.

I walked into the room I now shared with James and John. John was already awake and sitting up in his bed. He grinned at me, and said. "Good morning, bitch. Did you have a good time with James last night?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, I had a great time."

"Good, because I intend to show you an even better time tonight," John said.

He got out of bed. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him. He was completely naked and his cock was at full mast. He walked over, and kissed me. "I need some attention here, Carla."

I fell to my knees, taking his male member in my mouth. He must have been jerking off when I came into the room, because he filled my mouth with his cum almost as soon as I swallowed his cock. He put his hands on my shoulders to steady himself. I licked him clean.

He helped me to my feet, and pulled me into his arms. "You're the best," he said, kissing me. He released me, grabbing a pair of boxer shorts off of his dresser. He pulled them on, and walked with me into the kitchen. He sat down, and indicated I should sit next to him. Kirk, Kevin and James were already seated.

James said, "I'll say grace." He reached out, taking my hand in his, on one side, and taking Kevin's hand on the other. When he finished, the guys dug in. I was purely amazed to see how fast the food disappeared. James leaned over, and said, "Thanks, bitch. You're going to make a great cook." He kissed me, then stood up, and carried his dishes to the sink. He glanced at his watch. "I've got to run. Carla, I'll be here in time to take you to work." He grabbed his back pack out of our room, and left the apartment.

I started clearing the table, when Kirk stopped me. "You can do those later. Come with me."

He led me into the bathroom. He grinned at me, and stripped off his underwear. I stared in wonder at his huge dick. Despite seeing it yesterday, I couldn't believe how big Kirk was. It started to grow even bigger, as I stood rooted in place.

"Earth to Carla!" Kirk was waving his hands in front of my face. "It's time to get your clothes off."

I shook myself mentally, and stripped off my clothes. Kirk turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature. He stepped into the shower, pulling me in with him. He pushed on my back, bending me nearly double. I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from falling over, as he rammed his giant cock into me, causing me to gasp in surprise at the sudden feeling of fullness. My ass ring stung a little, but it didn't hurt like it had yesterday!

Kirk leaned over me, and whispered in my ear. "Do you like being treated like a bitch?"

I couldn't respond, because his cock was hitting my prostate and his fingers were tweaking my nipples. All I could do was nod my head, in the affirmative. "Good, because I like fucking you. I can't wait until tomorrow night, Carla. I'm going to show you a really good time. You're going to beg me to keep fucking you, because you're cunt will be lonely without my dick."

He started pounding my ass with massive thrusts. I had never been fucked so hard in my life. His cock felt like it had become twice its size by the time he painted my insides with his babies.

His orgasm was so strong, he clung to me for support before he reached up, placed his hands over mine and pushed himself upright. Once erect, he wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me impaled on his steel pole. I tried to straighten up, but he placed a firm hand on my back. "I'm not done fucking your cunt, bitch. The other guys may take time to recover, but I don't. As you can tell, my cock hasn't softened in the least. My last girlfriend learned to appreciate that fact, because I could bring her to orgasm multiple times while enjoying multiple orgasms myself."

I asked, "Do you take some kind of drug that keeps you from losing your erection?"

He slapped my ass so hard that I yelped in pain. "How dare you insult me? I've never used drugs in my life, and especially NOT ones meant for old men who can't get it up."

I said, "I'm sorry, master. I didn't meant to upset you."

As he began pounding my ass for a second time, he said, in a gruff voice, "The hell you didn't. It was a smart ass question, and you know it."

I could tell he was still angry at me by the ferocious manner his cock was jack-hammering in and out of my ass. Thankfully, he didn't last long, and he came even more than he had the first time. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he let his weight fall on me. It was a good thing my legs were spread apart, and that I was braced against the shower wall, or we would have ended up on the floor of the shower!

He bit the back of my neck, and said, "That was fucking fantastic, bitch."

He stood up, and lifted me off of his cock. He turned me around to face him. He looked into my eyes, and said, "If you can get me off like that every time I fuck you, I'll make you an honest woman of you."

He kissed me deeply, his hands roaming my body. I loved the feel of his hard body against mine. He released me, and he said, "Time to get cleaned up." He washed me, and I, in turned washed him. We stepped out of the shower, and toweled each other dry. Kirk's cock was still at full mast.

I met his gaze, and asked, "Doesn't your dick ever go down?"

He said, "Yes, it does; but, right now, it needs some attention from your mouth."

I sat down on the toilet seat, and he fed me his huge male member. When I started to gag, he said, "It's going all the way in, bitch." He put his hands on the back of my head, and pushed it all the way down my throat until my nose met his pubes. He held me there until I relaxed and stopped gagging. We got into a steady rhythm, as he fucked my face. I was surprised at how quickly he came, shooting his cum down my throat. He pulled out part way, as he finished shooting the last of his load. I loved the taste of his cum. It was warm and kind of salty tasting. I sucked the last of it from his dick, reaching up to milk his cock. I released his cock, and looked up into his eyes. He smiled, and said, "Well, done, bitch. I think we're done for this morning. I'm sure Kevin is very anxious to have his go at your cunt."

He opened the door, and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me sitting there staring after his naked body. I could really get used to living here with these beautiful men walking around the apartment showing off their fantastic physiques!

By the time I had gathered my wits about me, Kevin entered the bathroom. He grinned, and said, "You must be waiting to suck my cock."

I smiled up at him, and said, "Yes, sir."

He fed me his massive member, and began fucking my face. At one point, he paused, and massaged my throat where his monster cock could be seen. "That is really amazing." He returned to his previous pace, and soon shot his load down my throat. He pulled me to my feet. He kissed me, and I shared some of his cum with him. He pulled back, and said, "I taste pretty good."

I said, "Yes, you do." His cum tasted sweet to me.

He pulled me into the shower, where I spent a lot of extra care washing him, caressing his body. By the time I finished, his massive tool was at full mast. He said, "Bend over, Carla. It's my turn to fuck you."

Fortunately, Kirk had loosened me up, because Kevin wasn't exactly gentle with me! I had thought Kirk was rough, but Kevin proved he was the rougher sex partner of the two. When he finally came, I was astonished at how many times his sent his man juices into me. He collapsed onto my back, and held me close.

He said, "You are a good fuck!"

When he recovered his strength, he stood up, and turned me to face him. He kissed me deeply. He pulled back, and said, "I think you've earned your keep this morning."

I grinned, and said, "Thank you, Kevin. I love how you fucked me."

He kissed me again. "It was my pleasure."

We finished our shower, and dried each other off. We left the bathroom, and he went to his room, and I went into mine. No one was in my room, so I threw myself on James' bed. I stared up at the ceiling, thinking about the amazing sex I had this morning with four gorgeous men! Between the four men in my life, I knew I would never lack for great sex!

That thought started me thinking about the reality of my changed circumstances. I wasn't sure this was what I wanted, now that I had it. My doubts lasted only a brief second. I thought about the many fantasies I've had about living with roommates who fucked my brains out night and day. Now that my fantasies have come true, it's even better than anything I could have imagined! My mind went back to the first time I had dreamed of being fucked by a man.

I was 12 years old, and we had gone swimming with one of my Dad's friends and his family at the local community pool. My dad and brothers had already changed and left me behind. Even then, I was very self-conscious of my small dick and lack of pubic hair. I was small for my age, and everyone picked on me at school. So, I had gone to the restroom, and puttered around, waiting for my Dad and brothers to leave the dressing room. When they had disappeared, I walked over to my back pack. I pulled out my swimsuit, and stripped off my clothes. That's when my Dad's friend walked in with his little boy.

Dave smiled at me, and said, "Hey, Carl. Michael, sit down next to Carl and get changed into your swimsuit. Then, I'll lock up all of things for us."

Michael, who was 10 at the time, sat down next to me and pulled off his clothes. I didn't' mind Michael. He was kind of a loner and didn't really interact with me much. But what had my attention was Dave. He had stripped off his clothes and stood in front of me with his half-erect cock dangling over his balls, which were enormous, or the seemed so to me at the time. Seeing interest in his cock, Dave smiled, and asked, "Do you want to see it hard?"

I looked up at him, and barely nodded my head. I was totally mesmerized by his male member. He stroked it a few times, bringing it to full mast. "It's a beauty, isn't it, Carl?" Again, I sat there in stunned silence. I finally managed to nod my head.

Michael said, "Dad, I'm ready to go swimming now."

I heard Michael, but I was frozen place. My eyes must have been as big as saucers, because Dave ruffled my hair, and said, "Maybe you can come over to my house sometime, and I can show you how it works."

Dave bent over, and grabbed his swimsuit out of his back pack, and pulled it on, hiding his raging hard on. Now, that it was covered up, I managed to finish pulling on my swimsuit, and stood up. Dave turned me around and pressed his crotch against my ass. "This is what a man's cock feels like."

He let me go, and took Michael's hand, leaving me standing there staring after his tight bubble butt. Before that day, I hadn't really paid attention to how good looking Dave was. That night after I went to bed, the image of Dave's huge cock kept coming back to my mind, as did the memory of how his cock felt against my ass.

That memory, added to the recent ones of being gang fucked by my four men, had me yearning for a man's cock.

My thoughts centered on another fantasy I wanted to make a reality. I have always dreamed of be gang fucked by a bunch of jocks, especially in a locker room setting. I have yet to fulfill that dream, but there was a real possibility that it could happen, since all four of my guys were on the school's sports team. Maybe they would take me to their locker room sometime, and let me fulfill my dream. The thought of being fucked by the entire basketball team, or the wrestling team had my motor going. My dick was pushing hard to get free of its forced restraint. I put my hand down to my crotch, rubbing my groin, where my cock and balls used to be. How I longed to jerk off, and feel that euphoria that comes with a very satisfying orgasm. My piss slit was leaking pre-cum despite my cock's inability to rise, being taped down as it was.

I didn't hear James come into our room, because he startled me, when he said in my ear, "Are you thinking about me?"

I about hit the ceiling with fright. "Damn! You scared me, James!"

James' laughed. "I love it! You were so out of it, I couldn't resist. I heard you moaning, and watched you rubbing your crotch; so, I thought you were dreaming of me."

He stood up and dropped his shorts and underwear to the floor. He put my legs over his shoulders, as he pushed his steel pole into my quivering hole. He looked into my eyes, and grinned. Now that his cock was up my ass, I said, "Yes, I was missing your cock."

James kissed me, and proceeded to drive me crazy as his cock kept hitting my cherry. Every time James thrust deeply into my cunt, his rock hard abs slid across the tip of my hidden cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure to ripple throughout my body. This double whammy of sensual stimulus had me clinging to James, meeting his thrust with one of my own. As I clamped down hard on his male member, he came hard and fast. He collapsed on top of me, pinning me. As we both recovered from our fantastic coupling, I caressed his back and kissed his neck. He lifted his head, and looked into my eyes.

"You're simply amazing, Carla," he said, capturing my lips for a deep kiss.

James pushed himself off of me, and rolled over onto his side. He rolled me over to face him, and kissed me again. "Are you ready to show the world that you're my bitch, Carla?"

I smiled at him, and said, "Yes, as long as you're by my side, James."

James grinned at me. "You do know that there is no going back now, Carla?"

I nodded my head. "I know. I'm a little nervous about letting everyone know that I'm your bitch. I don't' know how people will react."

James laughed. "I wouldn't worry about it, Carla, because you look like a girl."

He rubbed his hand over my crotch. "Or did you forget that you don't have a cock and balls, anymore?"

I shook my head. "No, I haven't forgotten. When you came in just now, I was really missing being able jerk off."

James smiled, and said, "I thought that was the case; but, you need to remember that your cock and balls are strictly off limits to you and everyone else. I think we will need to air them out from time to time to make sure you don't have problems with infections or anything like that; but even then, you're not to touch them. Ben goes for months without seeing his cock and balls, and then only for a short period time. My Dad has figured out a system that keeps Ben healthy. I'll have to ask him what he does for Ben. I wish I had paid more attention to how my Dad does things. He tried to teach me, but I didn't' think I would ever find anyone that would willingly become my bitch, like you have." He rubbed noses with me, and kissed me. "It's time to get you dressed for work." He got up, and turned to pull me to my feet. He said, "You'll need your butt plug, bitch."

I pointed to his dresser, and said, "It's in the top drawer."

He walked over, and opened the drawer. He saw my box of sex toys, and opened it, retrieving the butt plug. He returned to me, and with a smile, pushed it inside me. My ass stretched around it, then my sphincter snapped back into place around the narrow neck.

James said, "There, now you're ready to get dressed. I suggest that you dress in your new clothes, and take your uniform with you. You can change into it at the store. I want you to get a new uniform that shows you're my bitch. I've seen the women's uniforms, and they fit them nice and tight, showing off their assets. I want to see you in one those uniforms, if you're going to keep your job."

I could tell that he still really wanted me to quit my jobs. I was still undecided, as I dressed. I pulled on my new panties, and pair of tight fitting green shorts that barely covered my ass, and an equally tight fitting matching top that only reached just above my navel. I looked at myself in the mirror, and saw that I needed to shave.

I grabbed my electric razor from under the sink, and shaved off the stubble. It wasn't much, but it was enough that it needed to be shaved off. James came up behind me, and ran his hands over my face. He smiled, "Much, much better. You will need to shave the rest of your body tonight, in order to maintain that smoothness that really turns us on."

I grinned at him, and said, "Will you help me?"

He returned my grin. "Absolutely!"

We left the apartment, and he drove me over to the store. We got out, and walked into the store. I went over to the customer service desk, where my manager, Mr. Hyde, was standing. When he saw me, his eyes went wide with surprise. He was totally speechless. I smiled, and said, "Hello, Mr. Hyde. I've come to give my two-week notice; but I was kind of hoping you would let me go today. But, if you still need me to cover my shifts, until you find a replacement, I'll be glad to do so." He didn't respond at first, only stared at me, his mouth open and his eyes bulging out of his head. I finally reached up and closed his mouth. "I'm sorry if I've caused you a shock, Mr. Hyde."

He finally shook himself, like a dog does when he wants to shake himself dry after getting wet. He cleared his throat, and said, "You don't need to cover your shifts, Carl. We've just hired a new guy, and he can cover your shifts. He wanted full time work, anyway; and this will allow us to give it to me right away, instead of trying to work him into the schedule."

I said, "Thank you, Mr. Hyde. I'll stop by next week to pick up my last check. Where do you want me to leave my uniform?"

"Just leave it on the counter. I'll get someone to take care of it later," he said.

As I turned to leave, I caught sight of my friend, Mark, coming into the store. He was wearing the store uniform. It was pretty obvious that he was the new guy they had hired. He saw me, and did a double take. He looked at me and looked at James, then a big smile crossed his face. He walked up to me, and said, "It's about time, Carl."

It was my turn to be surprised. "What do you mean?"

Mark looked hurt, and said, "Come on, Carl. Don't play games with me. We've been best friends, since forever. Don't you think I knew you liked guys?" I was still in shock. I couldn't believe what I had just heard from Mark's mouth. He already knew I was gay! When I didn't respond, he asked, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your boyfriend?"

I turned and looked at James, who put out his hand. "I'm James Jones. And you are?"

"I'm Mark Stringham. Carl and I have been friends, since we were in elementary school. I've known that Carl like guys for a long time," Mark said.

I finally was able to get my mind to start working, and I spluttered, "How, how did..."

Mark laughed. "How did I know? Well, it wasn't hard, believe me, especially when you sprang a boner every time you saw a good looking guy. You aren't very good at hiding your dick when you're sexually aroused. The rest of the guys knew you were gay, but I threatened to beat the crap out of them if they ever said or did anything to you. Do you remember Johnny and Scott?"

I did remember those two creeps. "Yes, I do. They used to call me names like cocksucker and fudge packer."

"Well, I beat the shit out of them for harassing you," Mark said.

Mark had a black belt in karate. Most of my classmates knew that and didn't mess with Mark. One of the jocks had called Mark out and Mark had taken him down in seconds, and the guy had begged for mercy.

I looked at Mark in complete and utter disbelief. "I just can't believe it, Mark. You never told me."

Mark laughed. "I've not told you about a lot of thing, Carl. I didn't want you to worry about getting beat up, so I didn't tell about the fights I've had with other guys."

"Why would they want to beat me up? I thought I was being so careful," I protested.

Mark grinned. "I don't think you know the meaning of the word, Carl. You've been so out there, when it comes to liking guys. I think you're the only one who thought nobody knew." He turned to James. "Tell him, James. I don't know how you met Carl, but I'll wager he was undressing you with his eyes, and generally making it known he wanted you."

James put his arm around my shoulders. "Yes, that is exactly how I knew."

I blushed, and looked at the ground. James put his hand under my chin, raising it until he could look into my eyes. "Just face it, Carla. You were meant to be my girl."

When Mark heard James call me Carla, he grinned, and said, "That name suits her." I just stared at my friend, my mouth hanging open. To say I was completely floored by what he said, is an understatement. Mark met my gaze, and said, "Don't deny it, Carl. James has you pegged. I know that you've always wanted to have a boyfriend, and now, you have one."

James said, "Yes, she does. It's nice to meet you, Mark."

Mark slapped James on the back, and said, "Just don't hurt my friend, James. I've spent a long time protecting him. Now, it's your turn."

James gave him a thumbs up sign, and took my hand. He led me out of the store. We got into his truck, and he drove us back to the apartment. We drove in silence, because I was still in shock. My best friend in the entire world knew I was gay, and had known for a long time!

As I thought about what he had said, things started to fall into place. If my parents knew about me, it explained a lot about my father's behavior toward me. I remembered something one of my brother's had said recently. Seth had asked me if I had found a boyfriend yet. I had laughed it off at the time, but now, it seems he knew I was gay, as well.

James drove us up to Hardee's. We got out, and grabbed my uniform. We walked inside the restaurant, and went up to the counter.

The day time manager, Ann, greeted me. "Hey Carl!"

"Hi Ann," I said. "I've come to give my two week notice."

She said, "Okay. Is there a reason why you're quitting?"

I looked over at James, then back to Ann. "Yes, I've got a new boyfriend."

She raised her eyebrows, but other than that, didn't react to my announcement. She said, "I take it that he doesn't want you to work here."

I said, "No, he doesn't. He wants to be able to spend time with me, and working the graveyard shift doesn't make that very easy."

Ann said, `I certainly understand that. Is this your boyfriend?"

I said, "I'm sorry, I should have introduced you to him. Ann, this is James."

She said, "Hello, James."

James said, "Hi."

She said, "Since I haven't made out the schedule yet, do you want me to take you off the schedule this week, or wait until next week?"

I said, "I like to be off the schedule this week if possible; but, I work whatever shifts you need, until you find someone to cover my hours."

She smiled, and said, "Thank you for being so considerate, Carl. I'll look at the schedule this afternoon. You'll need to call someone to cover for you tonight, though."

I said, "I will." I paused for moment, then said, "What about that guy who came in here yesterday looking for a job? You know, the one who has six kids and lost his job last week."

She looked at me, and said, "I remember him. I told him we didn't have any openings. Well, let me think about it. He did say he would take shift work, since he was looking to hold down two jobs."

I said, "I did that for a while."

Ann said, "I know. I've worked around your schedule at Smith's. It has worked out okay. Thanks for the idea. I'll give him a call to see if he's still interested in working here."

I said, "Thanks, Ann."

James said, "Thank you for being understanding."

Ann smiled, and said, "Carl's a good worker, and I hate to lose him." She looked at the uniform hanging over my arm, and said, "Carl, you can leave the uniform in the office."

I walked past her, and took my uniform to her office. I stopped and talked to Jamie, one of my co-workers, and asked, "Jamie, would you work my shift, tonight?'

He looked at me, and said, "Sure. What time do you have to be here?"

I replied, "I start at 10 PM and work until 7 AM."

"Okay, that will work. I can go home and sleep, before I come back to work your shift. I'm scheduled off tomorrow, so I'll be able to go home and crash."

I said, "Thanks, Jamie."

I returned to find Ann talking to James. "I hope you'll make him happy, James. Carl is very sensitive boy, and I don't want him to be hurt."

James smiled at me, as I came up to them. "I promise to make him happy."

Ann said, "Good." She turned to me. "Did you get someone to take your shift?"

I responded, "Yes, Jamie said he would work it for me."

She smiled, and said, "Good. It looks like you're good to go, Carl."

James put his arm around me, as we walked out of the restaurant. "Ann seems like a really nice person."

"She is. She lives next door to my parents. She's known me since I was 12 years old. Her son is gay. I remember when Russell brought home his boyfriend from college. His dad went berserk. Russell left and never came back. Ann has talked to me a lot about how she wishes her husband wasn't so homophobic. She misses Russell and wants to reach out to him; but is afraid to do so because of her husband."

We got in James' truck and he drove us back to the apartment. James parked the truck, and we go out. He opened the apartment door for me, then took my hand, leading me to our bedroom. He stripped my clothes off, and did the same. He pushed me down on the bed, and joined me. He put his arms around me, and looked deeply into my eyes.

"Are you okay, Carla?"

"I'm not sure, James. I had no idea that everybody already knew that I'm gay. I've lived in fear all of my life that someone would find me out," I said.

James rubbed noses with me. "Don't you feel better, now, that you don't have to hide?"

I nodded my head. "I feel like a huge burden has been lifted off of my shoulders, especially since it appears that everyone already knows I'm gay."

James smiled, and said, "So, are you still willing to be my bitch?"

I grinned, and said, "Do you love to fuck me?"

"Yes, I do," he responded.

"Then, I'm more than willing to let you keep on doing it," I said.

We started making out, and soon, James reminded me, in a very physical way, of the reason I loved him!

James held me close, and said, "It's John's turn to sleep with you tonight, Carla."

I nodded my head. "I know, but are you okay with that?"

James nodded his head. "I'm okay with it, because it's part of your education. You need to learn to pleasure every man who wants to fuck you. Each of us respond differently when we're having sex with you. You need to learn what turns us on, and what doesn't, so you can bring us the maximum pleasure each time we fuck you."

"So, you're okay with me being fucked by other men?" I asked, earnestly.

"Yes, I am, or I wouldn't have suggested it to my roommates," he said, smiling at me. "If you're trying to get me to agree to a monogamous relationship, you won't succeed. I want you to be fucked by as many men as I can line up for you."

The thought of being fucked by lots and lots of men sent a thrill down my spine. I looked at James in disbelief. "Are you really sure that is what you want?"

"Yes, Carla, it is," he responded, grinning at me.

"Then, I want you to arrange for the entire wrestling team to fuck me," I said.

James laughed, and said, "I suppose you want to have them do you in the locker room at the school?"

I nodded my head, and said, "Yes, please."

James put his hand to my cheek. "I'm glad you want to be fucked, Carla. I will see what I can arrange. If not tomorrow, maybe the next day."

We heard the front door open, and John shouted, "Honey, I'm home."

James and I burst out laughing. It sounded so domestic! John came into the room. Seeing us on the bed, he said, "James, you've had your turn with her. Now, it's my turn."

James released me, and said, "Go get him, Carla."

I got up, and walked over to John. He gave me a wide grin, and started a strip tease routine. It really had me turned on. He pushed me down on his bed, pushing his male member into my love canal.

John said, "You feel so good, Carla." I wrapped my legs around him, locking my ankles behind his back. He captured my lips, as I caressed his back and shoulders. It wasn't long before John shared his load with me!

He collapsed on top of me, kissing my neck and gently biting my earlobes. He whispered, "You taste good."

I kissed him, and said, "So do you."

His dick slipped out of me, and I unlocked my ankles, releasing him from the vise-like grip I had on him. He smiled, and said, "Let's get a quick shower."

He stood up and pulled me to my feet. He led me to the bathroom, where we showered, cleaning each other up. We dried each other off, and returned to our room.

James had changed into his singlet. I whistled, and he grinned at me. "Will I do?"

I walked over and kissed him. "You're perfect."

John slapped my ass, and I let out a yelp. "Ow!"

"Get dressed, Carla. You're going with us," John said. "I hope that's alright with you, James."

James grinned, and said, "Carla wants to be gang fucked in the locker room by the entire wrestling team."

John grinned, and asked, "Does she now?"

James nodded his head. "Since we're co-captains, I thought we could introduce her to the team. What do you think?"

John pulled a singlet out of his dresser and pulled it on. He sat down on the bed to put on his shoes and socks. "I think we should let it be known that she wants the wrestling to get her pregnant."

I pulled on the clothes I had worn earlier to the store. I modeled them for John. He stood up and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me, as his hands squeezed my ass. "I think the guys will really like you, Carla."

James grinned, and said, "You had better bring some lube, because you'll need it."

I grabbed the lube from James' dresser. James pulled out his gym bag, and unzipped it. "Put it in here, along with your sex toys."

I retrieved my box from James' dresser drawer, and placed it in the bag. He zipped it up, and took my hand. The three of us left the apartment, and climbed into James' truck. We drove the short distance to the school gym. James parked the truck, and we hopped out.

We entered the building, and walked up to the front desk. The guys behind the desk looked me over, appreciatively. One of the guys asked, "James, who is the chick?"

James said, "Peter, this is Carla."

Peter smiled, and said, "Nice to meet you, Carla." Peter was tall, (6'4") with dark brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, a hawk-like nose, and a generous mouth. He was slender, but wiry. He wore purple and white basketball shorts and a white tank top. I noticed his long, slender fingers, and thought to myself, "I would love him to caress my body with those hands."

I smiled, as I gave him the once over. I raised my eyes to his, and said, "Charmed."

He smiled broadened, and he said, "Welcome to the recreation center. I hope James won't be monopolizing all of your time."

James said, "Carla wanted to watch the wrestling team practice."

Peter said, "I don't blame you. The guys are pretty good looking, and their uniforms don't leave much to the imagination."

I grinned, and said, "I know." I put my arm around James' waist. "I love the way it feels." I rubbed James' chest with the palm of my hand.

James' grinned. "Carla prefers athletes, especially wrestlers."

Peter laughed. He met my eyes, and asked, "Would you like to see me in a wrestling singlet like these guys?" He pointed to James and John.

I nodded my head. "I've love to see you in a singlet, only one of those really sexy ones they sell on the interest."

Peter winked at me, and said, "I'll see what I can do."

John said, "Come on, Carla. You can chat with these guys later. We've got to get to practice."

I release James, and took John's hand. "Sure, John, let's go." I leaned over and kissed John.

John said, "That's better." He grinned, and started to lead me to the gym.

I looked back, and blew Peter a kiss. His eyes widened, in surprise, then he grinned broadly.

James slapped my ass, and said, "Stop flirting with the hired help, Carla."

"But, I thought you wanted me to get to know as many guys as possible," I protested.

James put his arm around my shoulders, and whispered in my ear, "Yes, but only those men I approve of, and I'll let you know who they are."

John overhead him, and said, "Yes, we don't want to get any diseases, Carla. We don't know where Peter's dick has been; so, before you let him fuck you, we need know a little more about him."

James said, "We know our teammates pretty well, so we're comfortable bringing you into our locker room to let you live your dream."

I kissed James, and said, "Thank you."

We entered the locker room, and a number of the guys did a double take, when they saw me. One of them, a big mountain of guy, asked, "Why are you bringing a woman in here?" He had curly bright red hair, deep blue eyes, and a crooked nose.

"Because she wants to be fucked by the entire wrestling team," James responded.

His eyebrows shot up, and his eyes got as big as saucers. "Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously," James responded. "Carla is the neighbor we told you about."

John said, "We thought you guys would enjoy helping her get pregnant. She wants a child by a wrestler, since they know how to treat a girl."

He grinned, and said, looking into my eyes, "My name is Charlie Sowerby. I certainly would like to help you out..." He paused, and looked at James.

James said, "I'm sorry. Let me introduce you. This is Carla Jones." I gave James a surprised look. Seeing my look, he corrected himself. "I mean Carla Peterson."

Charlie said, "Will you tell coach that I'll be out in a bit."

James smiled, and said, "Certainly. I would suggest the family restroom. There's a cot in there."

Charlie nodded his head, and took my hand. "Thanks, James."

Charlie led me out of the locker room, and down the hall to the family restroom. He opened the door, and we walked in. It was a large room, with a toilet and a sink on one wall. There was a mirror hanging over the sink, with a soap dispenser and a hand dryer next to it. A diaper changing station was mounted on the wall next to the toilet. On the far wall, across from the toilet and sink, was a large cot. There was a large curtain that hung from the floor to the ceiling that could be pulled across half of the room, blocking off the cot from the rest of the room.

Charlie pulled the curtain, and asked, "Let's get to it, shall we?" He stripped out of singlet, while I got undressed.

The sight of his huge cock had me practically bouncing up and down with excitement. Seeing my excitement, Charlie came over, and kissed me.

He put his hands in my panties pushing them to the floor. I was a little afraid of him, because I wasn't sure what he would do if he found out I was a guy. I thought about what I could do to avoid getting beat up, if he discovered I was a guy, pretending to be a girl. Then, an idea formed in my mind, and I said, "Close your eyes, Charlie. I want you just to use your sense of touch. I promise you'll love it!"

He met my gaze, and smiled, "Okay, Carla."

I breathed a sigh of relief, when he closed his eyes, and I led him over to the cot. I guided him onto to it. "Lay down, while I do the hard work."

He grinned, but kept his eyes closed, as he laid flat on his back. I straddled him, and lowered myself onto him. I started posting up and down on his monstrous cock. I tweaked his nipples and kissed him deeply. He ran his hands along my legs and onto my hips, helping me to move up and down on his dick. He moaned into my mouth, and it wasn't long before he filled me with his cum!

He went limp, and I kissed him. "Thank you, Charlie."

He smiled, and said, "No, thank you, Carla." He opened his eyes, and looked into mine. You're a guy, aren't you?"

I nodded my head, and said, "I hope you're not angry with me."

"No, I figured you must be the guy James kept telling us he would bring here to be our team slut," Charlie said. "Especially when he mentioned that you were the neighbor he kept talking about. He telling us about his powers of persuasion, and his magnetic personality. John even claimed that they wouldn't have to try very hard to get you into their beds."

I blushed. I didn't realize that James and John had known how easily I would surrender to them. "When did they tell you that?" I asked.

"He and John have been talking about their plans for you for nearly a month, now. They've told us all about how you've been undressing them with your eyes, and generally drooling all over them and their roommates. James bragged that he would turn you into a sex slave for his roommates. A couple of us bet them that they wouldn't be able to convince you to be our team slut. I guess we were wrong."

James had said that he wanted me to service as many men as possible, but he hadn't mentioned being the team slut. I had thought the only reason the guys had brought me here was because I had asked James to help me fulfill my fantasy of being gang fucked in the team's locker room.

Charlie said, "If you'll let me up, I'll go get Gerald. You'll like Gerald."

I got up from the cot, and I turned to help him up. He kissed me, then walked around the curtain to use the toilet. He walked his hands, and dried them. He returned to my side of the curtain, kissed me, and said, "I'm glad you came today."

He picked up his singlet and pulled it on. He sat down on the cot to put on his shoes and socks. He stood, and pulled me into his arms, for one last kiss, before he left the room. He turned in the doorway, and said, "I'll tell him to knock three times, so you'll know it's him."

I walked over, and locked the door after he left. I stood there, waiting for Gerald to knock. I was really pumped. This was going to be an afternoon to remember!

There came three taps on the door, and I unlocked to admit an Asian looking guy, who was the same height as me. He grinned, and said, "Charlie said you were a great fuck."

I smiled back. "I'm glad Charlie said that."

I closed the door, and locked it. I put my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. I helped him out of his singlet, while he kicked off his shoes. His body was completely hairless, except for his jet black pubes. His hair was jet black, as were his eyes. I ran my hands over his six pack abs, and his well-defined pecs.

"I love how your muscles feel," I said.

He grinned, and kissed me, his hands roaming all over my body. He led me to the cot, and pushed me down onto my back. I spread my legs, allowing him access to my cunt. He wasn't as huge as Charlie, but I still gasped with surprise when he rammed his male member into me.

He asked, "Do you like that?"

I nodded my head. "Yes, I love rough sex."

He grinned, and said, "Then, I think you should have it."

He pushed my legs back over my head, bending me double. He let his weight fall on me, driving him deeper into my ass, if that were possible! I moaned with pleasure as he began plowing my already sensitive hole. By the time he came in me, I knew what they meant when they said someone was a fireplug, because Gerald sure had a lot of energy and strength that more than made up for any lack of height or weight.

He looked into my eyes, and said, "I want to be your boyfriend, Carla. James and John are great guys, but they don't know how to treat boyfriend. I'm gay, and I want you to be an equal partner in our relationship, unlike most of the other guys who want to fuck you. Please think about, and remember who gave you the best fuck of your life." He smiled, and rubbed noses with me.

I smiled, and said, "Thank you, Gerald. I'll let you know."

He kissed me, and pulled his softening cock out of my cunt. He stood up and walked around to the other side of the curtain. I heard him turn on the water, and he washed himself. He came back around the curtain, water dripping from his pubes, cock and balls.

I looked up at him, and said, "I would have cleaned you off, if you had asked me."

Gerald said, "Why don't you come home with me, after practice?"

"Will you fuck me again?" I asked, grinning at him.

He grinned, and said, "Absolutely!"

"I'll have to talk to James first," I said.

Gerald said, "Let me talk to him. It will be better for you that way. He seems pretty possessive of you."

I nodded my head. "He calls me his sex slave."

Gerald looked unhappy. "I know. I've heard him, and it's pretty obvious that he likes to dominate you." He paused, and looked at my crotch. "Taping you down, so you can't get off, is a pretty good indication of how he feels about you."

He reached down, and picked up clothes. He pulled them on, and left the room. I got up and walked over to the door, waiting for the next guy to show up. There were three taps on the door, and I opened the door.

The rest of the afternoon seemed to fly by, as one guy after another came to the family restroom to fuck me. It was getting late when the last guy walked through the door. He introduced himself. "I'm Chet. Just in case you're wondering how many of us are left, I'm the last one."

I grinned up at him. He was 6'1" with curly blond hair, blue eyes, a pug nose, a small mouth, and lots and lots of freckles everywhere. He locked the door, and turned back to me.

"I wanted to be the last one, because I didn't want to worry about who was waiting to fuck you," he said.

He stripped off his clothes, and pulled me into his arms. He kissed me deeply. He released me, and turned me around to face the wall. He pushed on my back, bending me double. I braced myself against the wall, spreading my legs apart to give him better access to my ravaged hole.

He whistled, when he saw how swollen my ass lips had become. "Your ass looks like a woman's vagina, Carla. You must be really sore."

I nodded my head, but said, "There's some lube on the cot. That will make it easier."

He walked over and retrieved the lube. He returned, and I soon felt his large finger pushing lube into my ass. The coolness of the gel felt good on my throbbing sphincter. A moment later, I felt his cock slide into my love canal.

He leaned over my back, and wrapped his arms around me. He said, "Relax, Carla. I'm going to give you a smooth ride."

He took his time fucking me. He varied his pace, as he talked to me. He didn't talk dirty, but he made me feel very special. When he reached climax, he collapsed on top me. He whispered in my ear. "That was fantastic, Carla. I look forward to fucking you again."

He pulled out of me, and turned me around. He kissed me, then asked, "Will you clean me up?"

I smiled, and said, "Certainly, Chet. I fell to my knees, taking him into my mouth. I licked him clean, tasting my ass on his cock. He started to grow as I took his balls in my mouth. They tasted wonderful. I took his cock in my mouth, and he put his hand on the back of head, as he began fucking my face. I managed to take him until my nose was in his pubes. He held me there until I signaled that I needed to breathe. He pulled out, then rammed his cock back down my throat. He picked up his pace, and soon shot volley after volley down my throat. He held onto my shoulders to keep from falling over. He recovered, and pulled me to my feet.

"That was completely awesome! You're a wonder, Carla," he said, astonishment on his face. "I've never come that hard before."

I smiled, and said, "I'm glad you liked it."

He kissed me, and said, "I can't wait to fuck you again, tomorrow."

He released me, and bent over to get his clothes. He dressed, and pulled me into his arms one more time. He kissed me, and said, "I'll see you tomorrow."

He left the room, and I turned to get my clothes. I was surprised when the door opened, and James walked in, holding his gym bag. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" he asked.

I nodded my head. "Yes, I loved every minute of it." I kissed him. "Thank you for bringing me."

James said, "You're very welcome." He set his gym bag on the cot, and unzipped it. He reached in, and retrieved my box. He opened the box, and pulled out my butt plug. I turned around and he shoved it in. "There, that should keep you from leaking all over everything."

I laughed, and pointed to the cot. "I'm afraid I already have."

James looked down at the cot, and laughed. "Well, it does look like you had a major problem. I guess we should clean up your mess."

He pulled a towel out of his gym bag, and walked over to the sink. He turned on the water, and wet one end of it, wringing out the excess water. He returned to the cot, and began wiping up the pool of cum that had leaked from my ass. Then, he dried the cot with the other end of the towel. He rolled up the towel, stuffing it back into his gym bag.

"There, that's done. Tomorrow, we will need to put down a towel, or something under you to keep from making a mess," James said.

I finished getting dressed. James took me by the hand, and led me out of the family restroom. I was very sore. James noticed that I was walking kind of funny, and laughed.

"I bet you're sore after being fucked by so many guys," James said.

I nodded my head. "I'm feeling it, now."

John came up beside us, and grabbed my ass. "How are you feeling, Carla?"

I smiled, and said, "I'm sore, but I loved every minute of it."

John said, "Good. I'm glad we were able to make your dreams come true."

I leaned over and kissed him. "Thank you, John."

James, seeing me kiss his roommate, said, "Hey, what about me? Don't I get a kiss, too? I'm the one who was the mastermind that got you to let us fuck you!"

I laughed, and kissed him. "There!"

"That's not good enough," James said. He put his arms around my waist, pulling me close to him. He kissed me deeply, then said, "Now, that's what I call a proper kiss."

John said, "Let's go home. I want to show Carla a good time tonight."

We walked out to the parking lot. We climbed into James' truck, but before he could crank the engine, there was a tap on the window. James looked over, to see Gerald standing next to the truck. James rolled down his window.

"Hey, Gerald! What's up?"

"I wanted to know if I could hang out with you guys," Gerald said.

James smiled, meeting Gerald gaze. "You're welcome to hang with us, but you have to come clean with us. You're gay, aren't you?" Gerald looked away from James. He looked around the parking lot, then looked at me and John. When he didn't respond right away, James continued, "We're not haters, Gerald; but I want you to be honest with us. We've already guessed that you're gay."

Gerald met James' eyes, and slowly nodded his head. "I haven't told anyone on the team, because I'm afraid you guys would run me out of the locker room."

James smiled, and said, "Gerald, there are a couple of pricks on the team that probably would do just that, but John and I aren't in that group. Besides, every one of them fucked Carla today, knowing that she's a guy. So, I don't think they can say too much about you. You can always throw it in their faces that they've had sex with a man; and, if things go as planned, they'll be having sex with Carla on a daily basis from now on."

Gerald smiled, and said, with relief, "I'm glad you don't hate gays."

James said, "It's not a problem for us. Why don't you follow us over to our apartment?"

Gerald nodded his head, and stepped back from the truck. James turned the key in the ignition. Gerald turned and walked over to his red Honda Civic. He unlocked the car and got in. James pulled out of the parking stall, and drove us home, with Gerald following us. He pulled into his parking spot, and turned off the engine.

Before we got out of the truck, John asked, "You're not planning to make Gerald a sex slave, as well, are you?"

James looked at John over my head, and grinned. "No, I didn't have any plans for Gerald like that. He's a teammate, and I won't do that to him. However, that doesn't mean I won't push him to let me fuck him, though."

John looked at me, and said, "I think you've got some leverage here. I think he's attracted to Carla, from the way he kept looking at her. Maybe you can get him to let you fuck him in exchange for access to Carla."

James looked puzzled. "How would that work? He's already got access to Carla. He's going to be fucking her every day, along with the rest of our teammates."

John said, "Sometimes, you are so dense, James. Gerald wants Carla to be his boyfriend. Why do you think he wants to hang out with us? He's not interested in us. It's Carla he's after."

James looked at me. "Do you want Gerald to be your boyfriend?"

I met his gaze. I didn't know what to say. Yes, I wanted Gerald to be my boyfriend; but, at the same time, I didn't want to lose James. Why did he have to ask me that question?

Seeing my hesitation, James put his hand to my face. "I can see from your expression that you don't want to answer me. What did Gerald tell you when he fucked you?"

"He said he wanted to be my boyfriend. He said he wanted us to equal partners," I said. I put my hand up and took his hand in mine. "I want to explore what it would be like to be in a relationship with someone who wants to make me happy. I don't want to be just be a sex object."

James asked, "Does this mean that you don't like being dominated by us?"

I shook my head. "I didn't say I didn't like it, because I do. I really turns me on. I love being fucked by all of you guys; but, after today, I'm not sure that I could live like this the rest of my life. I'm pretty sore. Some of the guys weren't exactly gentle with me."

James nodded in understanding. "I'm glad you're being honest with me. So, do you want to keep going to the gym with us?"

I said, "Yes, I like being fucked by the guys on the team. I don't want to give that up."

James laughed, and said, "I think you're all mixed up, Carla. You want to be our slut; but, at the same time, you want to have a one on one relationship with Gerald. I'm afraid you'll have to make up your mind what you want, because it can't be both ways. Gerald wants you all to himself, Carla. He's looking for a romantic relationship with you. You can't be a slut, being fucked by every guy you meet, and expect to be able to maintain a normal relationship with Gerald.

Before I could answer, Gerald appeared next to the truck. James said, "We'll talk later."

We got out of the truck, and walked up the stairs to our apartment. I followed James inside. Kevin and Kirk were lounging in front of the television. Kevin looked up and said, "Welcome home guys."

James turned to Gerald, and said, "These are our roommates, Kevin and Kirk. They're on the basketball team. Guys, this is our teammate, Gerald."

Kevin said, "Nice to meet you, Gerald."

Kirk inclined his head, and said, "Gerald."

His face showed he wasn't really happy to see Gerald. In fact, there was outright hostility in his eyes. It made me wonder if Kirk had met Gerald somewhere else. I looked at Gerald, and saw that he had a strange look on his face. It confirmed for me that they already knew each other. I looked from one to the other, trying to guess how they had met.

James said, "Let's get a shower, guys." He looked at Gerald, and asked, "Did you bring your clothes?"

Gerald nodded his head, lifting his gym bag. "I've got them right here."

"Good. Come this way," James said.

James stripped, and indicated that I should to the same. He took my hand, and led me into the bathroom. We enjoyed our usual shower activities. We finished, and I dried James off.

He pulled me into his arms, and kissed me. "You're the best."

He opened the door, and left me standing in front the mirror. Looking at my reflection, I wondered what I wanted. My thoughts were interrupted by John.

John said, "Are you ready?" I nodded my head, knowing what was expected of me. He pulled me into the shower, and it wasn't long before he filled me with his cum. We finished showering, and I dried him off.

He kissed me, and asked, "Do you want me to send Gerald in?"

I nodded my head. "Sure."

He left, and Gerald soon appeared in the doorway. He closed the door, and stripped out of his singlet. His cock was already at full mast. He walked over and said, "Let's take this tape off of you. I want to see all of you."

He helped me remove the tape. It hurt as he pulled it off. He rubbed his hand over my skin, paying particular attention to my cock. "You're fortunate that none of the adhesive stuck to your skin."

He took me in his arms, and kissed me. Pulling back, he asked, "Do you want me to help you shave?"

I smiled, and said, "That would be really cool!"

Gerald said, "James suggested it to me. He thought you would like it."

I gave Gerald a weird look. "I'm not sure what James is up to."

Gerald smiled, and said, "We talked while John was in the shower. He said he wanted you to be happy, and is willing to let me try to convince you that being my boyfriend is what will make you happy."

I got out the shaving gear, and handed it to Gerald. As he shaved every part of my body, except for my head, I marvel at his gentleness. He caressed my skin, as he shaved me. His touch on my skin sent messages directly to my cock. I was so aroused, my balls hurt. It had to be one of the most sensual experiences of my entire life!

When he finished, he turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature. He stepped in, and pulled me in with him. Unlike the rest of the guys, he made love to me, bringing me to orgasm without touching my cock. Then, he took my cock into his mouth, and proceeded to give me a blow job that took me higher than I have ever been. It left me unable to stand. I slid down the wall and sat on the floor of the shower at his feet. Gerald sat down in front of me.

Gerald looked me in the eyes, and said, "That is what boyfriends do for each other. We take care of each other. It means we both get to experience that afterglow of fantastic sex."

I nodded my head. I hadn't been allowed to reach orgasm, since James had taped me down, yesterday. Gerald stood up, and pulled me to my feet. "Let's get dressed."

We dried each other off. I helped Gerald get dressed, our hands never leaving each other's bodies. I leaned down and pulled out my supplies from the cabinet under the sink.

Seeing the tape, Gerald frowned. He met my gaze, and said, "You're not planning to tape yourself down again, are you?"

I nodded my head, "James insists that I'm his bitch and made it clear he didn't to see my cock and balls."

Gerald shook his head, and said, "Let me talk to him about it. You shouldn't have to hide your junk all of the time. All the guys know that you're a total bottom. He's just being totally unreasonable."

He left the bathroom, leaving me standing there. I closed the door, and sat down on the toilet. I didn't know what to think. Not knowing what to do, I sat there, waiting.