College Suck Slut

College Suck Slut 6.30.12 By Ryan Richmond

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If you want to skip ahead to the explicit sections, you can, but remember: erotic stories are always better when you take your time.

Hint: the sex scene is near the end

I was a straight guy. Or at least I thought I was.

I had always been a little smaller than everyone else in my class: Good looking and fit, but something was always more feminine about me. I have dark brown hair with deep brown eyes against a lightly tanned skin and an ass that could double as a shelf. I get comments that it looks like it belongs on a black girl.

And that wasn't the only part of me that looked like a black person's body. If I didn't know any better I'd think someone in my ancestry visited Africa for an extended period of time. Needless to say my ass looked great and I always had a reputation from the ladies for being well endowed. Not to mention a few passes from guys over the years, too.

As a kid I had always been into cross dressing but I passed it off as being 'extra horny.' When my older sister would have sleepovers with her friends I would try to nab bras or panties while they snuck out of the house. By the time I was a sophomore in high school, I had built up a pretty good collection of about 10 of the hottest seniors' panties.

At first I just liked to have them as good material to jack off but one day I got the sudden urge to put them on. I loved how delicate and feminine I felt. It felt submissive and it gave me butterflies in my stomach. Ever since then I get an insatiable urge to dress up every few months.

This was okay when I had a room of my own but once I moved into a dorm with other guys, I knew this could be a problem.

Fortunately for my straight reputation I had managed to hold out on dressing up until I made it back home for Fall and Spring Breaks my freshman year. Once I got back I'd go a little wild and hole myself up in my old room just playing with myself for hours.

But every time I went back I'd break a new boundary. One day it was dressing up in full female clothes. One day I'd take pictures, the next I'd find an anonymous friend on the internet and put on a little show. Before I knew it I was sexting men in my local area but I never had the courage to meet one in person.

After some practice dressing up I had actually started to fool men online into thinking I was a woman who just loved anal play on cam. This worked for a while and times were good and they were still safe. But I knew I wouldn't be able to keep this secret to myself for long.

I needed more.

Slowly but surely my second year of college at Mountain State University had come along. I was kind of a ladies' man at the time, and still am, but I hadn't pursued my interest in cross dressing for someone else in the flesh. Let alone even be with another man. But that time was soon to change.

The year before I had pledged to a fraternity, Omega Psi. This was the year I had to move into the frat house and fortunately there were enough rooms for us all, giving me my golden opportunity to have fun with myself again. This time whenever I wanted. That was all I needed to finally propel me into the suck slut I eventually became, hitting the tipping point one night of hazing in that fall semester.

That night was a fun one because every new class had to go through one of our rituals called "ralphapalooza". The whole night was designed to make them puke as much as we could. We started off making them chug two 30 racks of the cheapest beer we could buy; but only after we heated them up in the microwave a little bit. After that we made them spin in circles and do laps around the house. Then, as any straight man would assume is disgusting, they'd have to analyze gay porn on a large screen. Their objective was to tell us how many tattoos each male model had through the whole DVD. If they got the count wrong they had to watch it all over again. This, mind you, had to happen while taking unchased shots of cheap whiskey every 5 minutes.

Everyone in the house loved this event because we'd all get together drink a few beers and watch some stupid kids make asses of themselves. It wasn't cruel, I remember being a pledge and enjoying the punishment. It was fun.

But that night was different. And it wasn't the cute pledges that sent me over the edge that night... It was something I saw in the gay porn that night which made my mind go crazy.

I sat in the corner of the rec room watching a scene where this little bitch boy was pushed up against the wall, helpless while a muscular black man with a huge cock had his way with that boy's ass. I had to fake being disgusted by what I saw but little did they know my dick was fidgeting in my pants. The scene kept going and before I knew it my cock was about to burst through the denim in my jeans. The large man finally had his fill of the boy's tight hole and wanted to finish himself off in his mouth. He forced the boy to the ground on his knees. The boy looked so helpless and scared but you could see in his eyes he loved every minute of it. And I did too.

He took the giant cock deep in his mouth and gave a blowjob I had never seen a woman give. The cock was sopping wet and the spit was dripping off the cock down the boy's hands, stretching down to his arms and even sliding off his elbows. At this point I was sure someone could see the massive bulge in my pants. I knew I had to take care of my sex drive. And fast.

So while the pledges did their thing I ran to my room upstairs and locked the door behind me. I quickly shut the curtains and turned off the bright lights before I went to the hidden part of my dresser where I kept my bras and panties. I put on the sluttiest pair I could find and bent my body over my desk while I tugged on my rock hard cock. I thought about that muscular man taking advantage of my supple ass in those silk panties. The thought alone of him holding me down while he slid the silk down around my soft ass was more than I could take. Before I could get back to reality I burst. My seed exploded from my cock, coating the desk and my hand before spreading to the top of my cotton panties and up my chest.

I almost couldn't breathe it was so excruciatingly pleasurable. I knelt down to the floor and attempted to catch my breath. My tight chest covered in semen was pulsating; frantically fighting for air. Even though I finished myself off I couldn't shake this deep fire within my gut.

It wasn't enough.

I got online and thought jacking off to some real images might do the trick. I pulled up my favorite tranny video and masturbated, but in the back of my mind I knew it wouldn't satisfy me. While I sat there at the computer stroking my cock I couldn't keep the thought of that boy blowing that muscular black man out of my mind. I wanted it. I wanted to be that little bitch boy: servicing that giant throbbing cock till I felt the warm release of his cum down my throat. I wanted the satisfaction of being someone's suck slut.

I decided I had to get out of there. I had to find a real cock to suck that night. No more sexting, no more porn. The real thing.

Tonight I was going to be a suck slut and nothing was going to stop me.

I put back on my normal clothes and threw my cross dressing clothes into my duffel bag. I grabbed the rest of my cross dressing supplies and snuck slowly out my bedroom door and walked out the back way of the house so no one would see me leave. I tossed my bag into the trunk of my car and headed to the hotel.

Tonight I'd become someone new. Before I even knew what was happening I was heading for the local hotel near the bars.

"Why am I doing this?" I asked myself. It was like someone else was in control of my mind that night, and I was just a spectator. Almost automatically I rented a room with a queen bed and headed upstairs. I knew I needed about an hour to get ready before I could transform into my new self. I had a very expensive wig that matched my natural color and a slutty outfit to boot. I was about to look hot.

Once I got past the front desk clerk I ran to the stairs because I was too anxious to wait for an elevator. I ran to my room, unlocked the door, and slammed it behind me. I threw the bag onto the counter in the bathroom and immediately ripped off my clothes before getting in the shower.

Then I began to transform. I shaved every part of my body where I could find hair. I had feminine body wash, perfume, lip gloss, red nail polish and an impressive make up collection that I originally had bought for one of my girlfriends on her birthday. I had a sexy pair of black boy-short panties that accentuated the curve of my ass and a black padded bra I found at the sex shop to make me look like I had a rack. I put on a pair of girly torn up jeans that didn't quite cover my ass over a pair of black 4 inch heels and slipped on a black spaghetti strap top.

That night I put on makeup better than I ever did before. My eyes looked dark and sultry and my feminine qualities were now helping me rather than holding me back. When I was finished I topped it off with the wig, some silver hoop earrings, and a small necklace.

"Whoa" I blurted. I couldn't believe it. There was someone in the mirror I didn't recognize. A woman I had never seen before. And she was sexy as hell. After a few final touches I was ready to go. I walked down the stairs and into the lobby.

"Okay," I murmured. "First test." I passed by the front desk lady and she gave me a big smile.

"Have a nice night, miss."

Success. First test done. Now let's try a conversation with someone. Being only 20 and not looking anything like my ID I couldn't order a drink at the hotel bar but at least I could hang out there. I went up and ordered just a diet cola and proceeded to start a conversation with two middle aged men to my right. And out of the corner of my eye I caught an attractive man more around my age checking out my ass from across the bar. I swore I even saw him nudge his friend in the side to take a look as well.

"It's working" I thought to myself.

I began to make small, idle chat with them and they seemed none the wiser. After a few minutes of pleasantries they introduced themselves.

"I'm Taylor," I said. And as soon as I said it, I couldn't believe it came out. I hadn't even thought of a name. For some reason it felt even more natural than my own name.

I was so shook up by my own racing thoughts I ended the conversation by feinting that I had an important text message. I excused myself and briskly walked to the bathroom to get some air. As I walked back to the bathrooms I almost walked into the men's room without thinking. I paused a moment, staring at the two signs.

"Well, here's test three," I exclaimed.

I stride into the bathroom and there's another woman touching up her makeup. She glances over and flashes a smile at me, quickly returning to the mirror.

"Phew" I thought to myself. "I think I'm about to ace this."

I looked in the mirror and got myself recomposed. The image of myself in the mirror begins to turn me on and I feel my dick starting to grow within my panties.

"Shit. This can't happen yet. Get control of yourself. You can do this. This is what you've always wanted" I reassured myself.

After the quick pep talk and a decrease in blood flow I head back out the door, ready to be the suck slut I wanted to become. I head back to the bar and this time the cute guy who checked out my ass is staring at me as I approach the room. I show a quick smile at him and flip my hair back over my shoulder to show I'm interested.

I lean against the bar and I notice he's stood up and heading right towards me. He's about 6 foot 4, and rather muscular with a tight white t-shirt on and blue jeans.

"I'm Ryan," he says as he puts out his hand for me to shake.

"Taylor."

"Pleasure to meet you Taylor. Can I buy you a drink?"

"Sure, if you can get the bartender to serve me" I laugh.

"You're not 21?"

"No, I'm 20. Just visiting my girlfriend for the weekend" I lie.

"Oh okay, so you're staying at the hotel?" he pries.

"Yeah I'm in room 311."

In the back of my mind I'm worried he's about to discover my secret. I need to move this along, I think to myself. I need to make a move.

"Oh okay, I'm in room 429. I'm connected to my friend Matt's room right next door. We're passing through on business."

There's an awkward pause in the conversation. Shit. I'm going to ruin my chance.

"So is it really cold in your hotel room, too?" he blurts out.

Without thinking I snap back, "Yeah you know it is pretty cold in my room. I could definitely use a little more heat in there."

He gets a glimmer in his eye and shyly says "Oh really? You think I could help you out with that?"

"Sure." I smile back at him. "Come with me."

I put down my drink and grab his hand and lead him back toward the elevators. I pull him in close and he wraps his hand around my waist, lightly brushing his arm against my ass. It felt good to be in this role. It felt right. He leans a little more into me and pulls me into his side and I feel his tight, warm frame against my body. I feel so small against him. So fragile in his strong arms. It's exactly what I wanted.

We get to the elevator and I push the floor for my room. We're not saying anything, and it's getting awkward. I decide to make a move.

Right after the door closes I lean into him and he puts his hand on my cheek pulling me close to his. It's my first kiss with a man. It's warm and his lips are much bigger than what I was used to. I could feel the stubble of the hair on his upper lip. It was rough but I liked it.

We begin to use a little more tongue and the door opens. I quickly pull myself back off of him and we both head out the door together. My room is just a short jaunt from the elevator so we're already at my room.

"Well this is it." I say with more than one meaning in my mind as I open the door.

I bring him into the room and I shut the door behind me. He immediately grabs me and pins me against the wall. I instinctively let out a moan as he pushes his strong body into mine. His hands begin to move down my sides to my ass where he grabs a big piece with his hands. I can see a smile in his eye and we lock lips and passionately kiss each other. He starts to move his left hand toward where he thinks my pussy should be and I hold him back.

I know he's straight. Or at least we both think so. He seems disappointed that he's not getting some ass tonight so I thrust my face back into his and grab his cock with my hand. He sighs in relief knowing at least he's going to get off.

I start rubbing his cock through his jeans and his bulge begins to grow. His cock doesn't feel big; just average but at this point I'd suck anything. I remove my other hand from the back of his head and move it down to his pants to begin to unbutton them. He leans back giving me a little more room to open up his fly.

Finally there's enough room for me to stick my hands over his boxers and I feel his cock is completely erect. And now, only a thin piece of fabric separates me from what I've been craving my whole life. His jeans are loose and I slide them off his hips and he steps out.

I can see the hot sex V lines coming down from his six pack to his cock and I instinctively begin to pull out my cock.

I stop myself. You can't do that tonight. But I'm so turned on in my mind I could cum in my panties at this very moment without even touching my cock. I can't wait and I bend down ready to take him in my mouth. I rip off his boxers exposing his hard, circumcised cock, now just inches from my face.

Even he can't wait and he pulls my head towards him. I worry he feels my wig move but at this point even if he knew I had a bigger cock than him he wouldn't stop me.

I start by giving his cock a little kiss and I taste his sweet pre-cum on my lips. I kiss lightly down the shaft, moving slowly towards his balls and he lets out a big moan. When I reach the base I put out my tongue and I lick his dick all the way back up to the tip, engulfing his head with my lips and tongue. I finally put a cock in my mouth for the first time. I instantly moan from the ecstasy of the moment. I begin to suck on the head and after a few pumps of my face on his dick I suck it deeper and deeper down his shaft.

It's everything I hoped for. It's smooth on the outside and solid on the inside. I had been practicing on some dildos I bought and I easily handled him, bringing it to the back of my throat. This is better. I just want it as wet as when that little bitch boy took that giant black cock.

I hold his cock in the back of my throat till I gag a little bit, bringing more saliva to drip on his shaft. I spit it all on the surface of his shaft and take him back in my mouth. I spin my head around his shaft and place my hand at the base, slowly massaging it in a circular motion. His dick is soaked now. I can feel his cock getting even harder in my mouth as I begin milking his shaft with my mouth. I move from the base all the way to the tip in motion with my hand and keep repeating it faster and faster. My lip gloss adds an extra lube and I can feel my own cock about to burst through my panties and through my jeans.

He lets out a moan letting me know I found what he likes. I then start stroking his cock from the edge of my lips as I take his whole shaft in my mouth from tip to base and back again.

At this point his dick is dripping from saliva. His dick begins to twitch and I can tell he's about to cum. I taste the pre-cum in my mouth and I pull back because I'm not done sucking his dick, whether he is or not. I pull my mouth off and continue just to tug with my hand.I take what's left in my mouth and collect more off my hands and rub it back on his dick, keeping as much wetness as I can.

After he calms back down I decide to take him back in my mouth. This time I place my hands around his hips and fuck my face with his body. It gives him a little encouragement and he grabs the back of my head and starts slamming his cock in the back of my throat. I open my jaw and let it happen. I give out a moan while he does it and my throat sounds like a chicken getting fucked.

His lightly shaved pubes are being shoved against my face and nose. I stop him from fucking my face and go back to lip servicing his cock all the way up and down the shaft.

I think about how sexy I must look right now: My head bobbing up and down on his shaft while my `tits' and hair bounce together as I squat on the floor. My tight jeans pulled down just enough to show off my black panties around my firm, bubble butt. My earrings shaking and my bangles knocking back and forth spraying around saliva that's dripping down from my hands. The sound of my lips and mouth smacking all over his dick. The spit covering my face from the tip of my nose down my chin stretching in long strings to the floor. Best of all: my hard cock bulging in pants, ready to explode at the smallest sensation. I loved everything about this moment. I loved being a little suck slut.

He yells "Oh my god... I'm gonna cum..."

I feel his cock ready to burst again and I tighten my lips and start milking the base with my hands. I take my other hand and begin to tug and massage on his balls. I want to feel his cum from the moment it leaves his balls to the moment it coats my tongue. I'm bobbing my head up and down his shaft faster and faster and finally he releases.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH. I'M CUMMING" he cries. He shoots his load all over my tongue but I don't stop what I'm doing. The cum pools around my sliding tongue and starts seeping out the sides of my mouth as I jack him off with my lips and hands. The cum is warm and salty. Almost tastes like chlorine. The cum adds an extra lube to the already sopping wet mixture and at this point it's everywhere. He continues to moan as I slide my mouth and hands all over his cock and balls. But I'm not finished with him.

I look up and choke out some words through the spit covering my face, "I'm not letting you go until I lick up every drop."

He nods and leans back while I slurp up every drop I can find. I take his balls into my mouth, one by one, cleaning them before moving to his shaft. I suck off all the spit and gladly swallow everything. I squeeze the tip and draw out the rest of the cum I can find.

"Thank you" I say to him.

"No. Thank YOU." He shoots back.

"You sure did help me warm up the room." I say back to him looking up at him with his cock on face while I'm still kneeling in cum on the floor.

"Yeah I guess I did."

I let out another moan and I suck on his dick cleaning it a little more. After a few minutes I've cleaned up everything.

"Let me go wash up." I say. And I head into the bathroom. I towel off my face and retouch some makeup so he doesn't notice my male skin below it.

I walk back out and he's dressed, not sure what to do next. I reach in and give him a big kiss: my mouth and tongue still soaked in cum.

When we pull away a little string of it stretches from both of our mouths so I pull him back in for another kiss and it's gone when I pull back off.

I send him out the door say goodbye. After shutting the door I exhale.

"Oh my god," I say out loud. "That was awesome."

I unbutton my pants just slightly and rub my cock through my silk panties. It's too big for them so it's bursting out of the leg of the panties. I pull it out and kneel down on the floor where I sucked his dick like a little slut. I pretend I'm sucking his dick with one hand and my mouth and start jacking with the other. I cum almost instantly and I stain the floor with the biggest load I've ever seen. It was worth at least three normal cumshots, and I had already cum twice today.

I exhale and feel a sigh of relief.

But something's wrong.

It's still not enough...