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It had been a careless mistake, leaving his laptop open, and not having deleted his search history. But Dillon could never have imagined that that one event would change his life forever. A freshman at State University, Dillon was, for the first time, on his own; no parents looking over his shoulder, not even a tight knit group of friends like he had in high school. It had been a tough decision to move halfway across the country for college, but the gymnastics scholarship he'd been offered was his best way to pay for a college degree. The toughest part was leaving behind Melissa, his girl since he was a sophomore in high school. They'd grown up together, had been the perfect couple, he a letterman varsity athlete, she a cheerleader, both of them what most of the world would consider clean cut all-American high school sweethearts. Hell, they'd even lost their virginities together. He missed her sorely. Her company, for sure, her smile, her laughter. And, he missed the steady pussy, and even her, if he had to be truthful, mediocre, half-hearted blow jobs. Drunk after attending a fraternity party, he'd come home horny as hell. They had both agreed that being so far away, having physical needs, they would not expect each other to be celibate. But, the frat party had been mostly guys, with a few girls that quickly got paired off with frat boys, so here he was, alone on a Saturday night, he and his rock hard cock...and his laptop. Pursuing his regular porn sites, he'd somehow clicked on a gay window. He was drunk, and typing one handed with one hand around his seven-inch rock-hard cock. Just as he was about to click off, his curiosity got the better of him. He'd never even considered sex with another guy. He'd never even thought about it. Sure, there were blow jobs. He could understand that. But, butt sex? He couldn't imagine letting another guy stick his cock up his ass. God, how that must hurt, he thought. But, horned, drunk and curious, he found himself watching a gay porn video where a football jock walks into the gym laundry and catches another jock sniffing a dirty jock. The scene starts with the pissed off jock forcing the jock sniffing jock to suck his cock. Despite himself, Dillon found himself raptly watching as the guy really went to town on the other guy. He imagined how it must feel to have someone really into it suck his cock. He was amazed at how deep the guy could take it, and how the guy getting sucked used his hands to force the guy down on him, while the guy sucking him moaned. He found himself jacking off to the action, a little ashamed at himself, but still, it was hot. When the stud jock put the jock sniffer on his back and shoved his cock into his hole, Dillon was rapt. The guy getting fucked scrunched up his face in pain. The closeup showed the stud's big cockhead as it pushed its way into the sniffer. And, despite himself, again, Dillon found himself so turned on by the big cock forcing itself into the tight hole, both boys moaning, one from pleasure, one from pain. He watched how hard the stud fucked the sniffer, the fucker grunting with each hard, deep thrust, the sniffer grunting and moaning, the pain obviously mixing with pleasure. Dillon couldn't understand how a guy could get pleasure out of being fucked in the ass, but he kinda associated it with how a girl gets pleasure from being dicked, though it too hurts at first. All drunk, horny Dillon could process at the time was how hard his own dick was watching the boy-on-boy action, and how close he was getting to cumming. And, that's when he heard his roommate Keefer's key in the lock and slammed shut his laptop and pulled up his shorts, jumping from the desk chair to his bed just as the door opened. And, that's how he fell asleep without turning off his laptop and without clearing the browser.
The next morning, running to the gym before class, then classes and gymnastics practice til late afternoon, Dillon got back to his room to find Keefer sitting at his desk, wearing just his boxers, scrolling through his laptop. "What's up?" Dillon asked, curiously. Not that it was totally unheard of for either of them to be on the other's laptop. They'd often look up the weather, or what was going on around campus on whoever's laptop was open. Keefer's being almost naked was not unusual either. The boy tended to hang around the room in his boxers, and Dillon had gotten used to the muscular jock's body on display. Keefer was a Midwestern kid, a jock on a football scholarship. He had that corn fed' look about him, muscular, but not gym muscular, more like farm boy muscular, blond with a scattering of freckles across his nose and across his shoulders. The boy was built like he'd been throwing hay bales over his head his entire teen life. Dillon respected the work it took to make a strong, muscular body like that. He'd worked hard for his gymnast's body. Keefer was maybe a full six feet and change to Dillon's 5' 8", with blond hair that was always a bit mussed up and shaggy looking. The girls they knew found him adorable', and found his Midwestern innocence' so sexy. Keefer found him to be easy going and instantly likeable. They were on the way to becoming good friends, but Dillon sensed something troubling his roomie. Now, Keefer looked up from the laptop, directly at Dillon and asked, "Is there something I should know about you?" "Huh? What are you talking about?" As Dillon put down his backpack, Keefer turned the laptop to face him. On the screen, to Dillon's horror, was the video of the two jocks fucking. "Fuck!" was his first reaction. But, Keefer didn't take it as fuck, let me explain', he took it as fuck, you caught me.' "Yeah, fuck," Keefer said. "Here I thought we were becoming friends, and all the time you've been perving over me. Thinking what it'd be like to suck my cock; how it'd feel to have my cock up your ass..." "No, that's not it," Dillon tried to explain, but Keefer was standing now, towering over him. "No. I got home drunk and horny last night..." Before he could finish, Keefer interrupted. "Drunk and horny, and you had the room to yourself, so you turned on your favorite gay porn and jacked off, probably imagining it was me fucking your mouth and your ass. Is that it?" "No. No..." Dillon found himself looking up as Keefer moved in closer, his height and size menacing. Keefer walked right past Dillon, and Dillon thought he was going to walk out, but instead he locked the door, and turned back to his roommate. "So, you been dreaming of what it'd be like to suck my cock? Huh?" Before Dillon could say a word, Keefer moved up close again. "Don't think I haven't noticed you checking me out, when I get back from the shower, or when I change, or get undressed for bed. And, that time a couple weeks back, when I found my jock with your gym shit." "That was just a mistake," Dillon actually caught himself stuttering, anxious to correct Keefer's misunderstanding, but before he could say another word Keefer backhanded him across the face, causing Dillon to see stars. "Don't bullshit me. Back home we had a fag like you at school. Used to check us out in the shower and locker room. We showed him." Before Dillon could even process what Keefer was saying the bigger boy's hand was on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees. Dillon was looking up at Keefer's face til he found himself with his face level with the jock's junk. Suddenly, as he looked straight ahead, it was obvious Keefer was packing a substantial boner, tenting his boxers. "Is that what you want? Huh, faggot? You want to suck on my big cock? Or, you want me to fuck your face like the video?" The word faggot' got to Dillon. He couldn't even think clearly enough to find words. "No. No..." he stammered. "No what?" Keefer's hand on his shoulder moved to his head, the other hand to his crotch, where he pulled his hard cock through the dick opening. Now, Dillon was staring eye-to-eye as it were with Keefer's big, fat cockhead. "No what?" Keefer repeated. "No, you want to suck my cock, or no you want me to fuck your face?" Keefer's hand was holding the base of his cock so that the head was level with and pointing right at Dillon's mouth as the boy panicked, petrified of what was happening, but too curious about Keefer's cock to look away til Keefer moved in closer. Keefer's hand on his head kept Dillon from turning away as he felt the bigger jock's cockhead push into his lips. He instinctively started to protest, but Keefer took the opportunity, as the chance to make his move, and as Dillon opened his mouth to say no, Keefer pushed the head of his cock in so that it pushed his lips wide til he felt the bigger boy's cockhead force its way into his mouth. "That better? That what you wanted? Huh, faggot?" Dillon's head just about exploded with an abundance of input and impulses. His first impulse was to fight it. That was put to bed when Keefer's hand grabbed a fistful of his hair, pushing down to keep him on his knees. "Stay down," the bigger jock told him. "This doesn't end til you swallow my nut." The next impression in his mind was how fat the boy's cock was, and how stretched out his lips were to engulf him. He wondered how Melissa must feel when sucking his cock. Then, without any thought, Dillon found his tongue moving around the big mushroom head as much as it could, the big cockhead basically filling his oral cavity. Keefer took this action as Dillon's acquiescence, even his willingness. "That's it, faggot," the towering jock said. "Get used to that big cock in your mouth, suck boy." Keefer pushed his hips forward, holding his roommate's head still so that his cock inched deeper. "Keep your teeth off my cock, faggot," he hissed, and Dillon instantly pulled his teeth back. "That's better. Now start working for that big load." Dillon resigned himself to the situation, and started to move his mouth down Keefer's smooth, hard cock shaft, then as the head pushed toward his throat, and his gag reflex kicked in he pulled back, but Keefer wouldn't let him pull off. "Stay on it. Not a lot of practice with big dicks, huh. I'll make sure you get lots." Keefer started a slow, easy fucking into his roomie's mouth, and Dillon was doing a passable job at taking it. His mind was actually cataloguing what he did that made his buddy groan, actually trying to do a good job, despite the situation. "There you go, suck boy. Work your mouth on that cock." A few minutes later, Keefer pulled his cock out of the boy's mouth, and reflexively, Dillon actually moved his mouth back toward it, before Keefer delivered a hard slap to his face again. "I told you to keep your teeth off my cock." Looking up, Dillon said "Sorry," then surprised himself when he heard his voice say, "Sir." He wiped his hand across his nose, cleaning away his running snot, then automatically leaned in, mouth opening, and taking Keefer's cock back in his mouth without the bigger jock forcing him, which wasn't lost on Keefer. Nor was the fact that Dillon's own cock was tenting his gym shorts. Dillon tried his best to keep up with the assault on his mouth. His eyes teared up. His nose drooled snot. He tried not think; just to live through the ordeal, but his head kept circling back to the fact that another dude was using his mouth as a cock sleave. And, above him, Keefer kept panting, "Fuck yeah. Suck that cock bitch. Work for that load. Fucking suck boy. This is what you wanted." Only it wasn't what Dillon wanted. It wasn't what he'd ever even imagined, but still Keefer's cock kept pushing in and out, in and out. In his mouth, Dillon felt Keefer's cockhead swell. He felt the boy's shaft stiffen, slightly curving upward. He heard the boy's breath and grunts change. He knew what was coming. And he understood that he was in no position to change it; he just had to accept it. And then it happened. In one big, loud, roar Keefer grabbed his head in a vice grip as his cock pulsed, pushing out a big geyser of molten boy sperm that hit the back of Dillon's mouth, then filled all the space between Keefer's cock and Dillon's mouth; the second spurt adding volume to the first til it leaked from the corners of his mouth, and Dillon felt Keefer's hand slap his skull. "Swallow it, bitch. Eat my sperm faggot." And, tears poured down Dillon's face as his throat convulsed, taking a mouthful of Keefer's warm cum down his throat to his gullet as the Alpha boy above him grunted in triumph, "That's it cock suck. Eat my jizz like a good faggot. Swallow that load, bitch." And, as he gulped down Keefer's hot load of sperm, Dillon was devastated to feel his own cock spew his ball juice into his shorts, untouched. Several pulses and swallow later, Keefer relaxed his grip on Dillon's head, then pulled his spent cock from the boy's mouth. As Dillon knelt there sniveling, tears running down his face, his lips puffy and red, Keefer pulled up a pair of jeans and threw on a hoodie, and without so much as acknowledging Dillon or the act, left the room, as Dillon broke down. Poor Dillon didn't know what to think. Hours ago, he was a `normal' college jock, horned up and drunk, lamenting his girlfriend being so far away. Now, here he was, on his knees the taste of his roommate's sperm permeating his mouth, tears running down his face, trying to understand what had just happened, how he'd ended up sucking Keefer's cock, and what had made him cream his shorts as he gulped down his cum. How sick was he!
Dillon collapsed on the floor, in a pool of his own cum and tears, til he woke some time later and climbed into his bed.
The next morning, when Dillon woke, Keefer was nowhere to be found. Either he had already left for the day, or he hadn't come back to the room the night before; Dillon didn't know. He pulled himself together for gymnastic practice and classes, not knowing what to expect when he returned to the room that afternoon. But, when he got back, the room was empty. On his desk was a note from Keefer. "Check your email, faggot." Booting up his laptop, Dillon found an email from Keefer with a short message: You've got a hot mouth. Can't wait to share it with the guys. An attachment was a video, obviously taken from his own laptop, from the desk, just as Keefer had turned it before he'd forced Dillon to take his cock. The video showed Dillon on his knees, Keefer's fat cock fucking his mouth, then pulsing as he filled his mouth with his load, all the while narrating it, graphically, so that anybody watching knew Dillon had accepted it willingly. The finale was Keefer's voice: "Don't think I didn't notice you shot your load as you gulped down mine, faggot. Me and the boy's'll see you after practice. Be naked, on your knees, ready to suck and swallow." Dillon's heart dropped. He realized Keefer had shared the video with his football buddies. And, looking at the clock, he realized Keefer was due home in about fifteen minute, and he knew he wouldn't be alone. He had just a few minutes to calculate how he'd react.
As Dillon heard Keefer's key in the door, and the boisterous talk of his football buddies, he knelt on the floor, naked, his cock rock hard as the door opened.