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Helping Out a Friend -- Part II
"I'll see you tomorrow night," he'd said. And so there I was, at 6:00pm, knocking on the door to his room. "Who is it?" he shouted from inside.
I could feel my cock stirring in my briefs. "Uh, it's--it's Steve," I said. I could hear Derek laugh to himself. A few seconds later the door swung open.
Derek stood there in his boxers. I drank in the sight of him. He was pure man. I couldn't stop staring at the trail of hair that disappeared into his boxers.
"Listen, faggot," he said. "I told you to come back tonight. I don't know what time you go to bed, but I don't think six o'clock is night. I'm still eating dinner."
My heart sank. "Oh. I can come back later then."
"No way, Steve." He grabbed my wrist tightly. "You can entertain me while I eat."
He pulled me by the wrist and I entered his dorm room. It was filthy. Clothes were everywhere. His roommate, Jake, seemed to be only a little bit neater than him, judging from Jake's side of the room. Derek's bed was covered in clothes. On top of the pillows sat a half-empty box of pizza.
Derek pushed the clothes off his bed and onto the floor. He pushed me down onto the bed and sat next to be. He took a slice of pizza and began gobbling it in silence. I just stared at him. He must not have shaved in a few days, as his face looked rough and mean. His hair was messy and greasy.
"Hey, come here." He motioned for me to come closer to him. He leaned in as if he were about to kiss me. Would he really kiss me? When our lips were only inches apart, he suddenly let out and enormous belch. He laughed loudly. "You are one dumb faggot, you know that?" I looked down as he began to chug from a coke bottle. "Did you have a good time last night? Huh?"
"Yeah. I loved sucking your cock."
He smirked. "And my piss--that taste good?" I looked down. "You loved it."
He smiled at me, flashing a wicked grin. Then his face changed. "I owe you an apology. I should have offered you something to eat. What I bad host."
"Oh, it's okay, Derek." I said, staring at the bush of hair in his armpit and imagining my tongue flicking at each hair.
"Do you want something to eat?"
"Sure. Thanks."
Derek smirked again. "Then dig in." And with that he pulled off his boxers and rolled onto his back with his legs high in the hair, exposing his hairy asshole. He still had a slice of pizza in one hand and continued to chomp away loudly. "Eat that hole, faggot."
I didn't need any further encouragement. I practically lunged at his hairy crack. My tongue slid up and down the crack and I breathed deeply, inhaling his raunchy, dirty stench. The taste was strong and his hole was moist and warm. I flicked my tongue at it before pushing my tongue into it.
Then he let out a fart, just as big as his farts from the night before. And he laughed. He really got a kick out of me breathing his fresh farts. "Breath that in, faggot. Smells like a rose garden." He got himself into a laughing frenzy as I bathed his hole with my tongue.
"Oh, man. Get your faggot mouth on my cock. I should have offered you a cocktail."
Knowing full well he was about to piss into my mouth, I took just the head of his monster cock into my mouth and let it rest on my tongue. Sure enough, my mouth was soon overflowing with his tangy juice. "Don't spill any, Steve. This is my bed. You don't wanna have to wash the sheets for me." I swallowed quickly, gulping his acrid piss. When he finally stopped, he pulled his cock from my mouth and shook it at me. Drops of urine splashed across my face.
"You're doing great. It's nice to have a personal toilet. I guess you deserve my cum, huh? That right, faggot?"
I couldn't help but smile. "I want to drink your cum, Derek. Please let me."
He flashed me an enormous grin. "Say that again."
"I love to suck dick, especially yours, Derek. Let me have your cum."
Derek began to laugh uncontrollably. "You hear that?" He said, looking over my shoulder towards the door.
"Yeah, I heard it." I turned around and saw his roommate Jake, in his gym clothes, standing in the doorway. "Steve, are you really a cocksucker?"
Derek laughed. "Jake, he's the best kind of cocksucker: he's mine. Tell him, Steve."
I looked at Jake, embarrassed. Jake was a really genuinely nice guy. He was definitely in with the straight male dorm crowd on my floor, but he never went out of his way to be rude to me. And he was very attractive. He was about six feet tall with a cut swimmer's body. "I'm Derek's cocksucker." Jake just stared back at me.
"Actually, Steve," Derek interrupted, "you're OUR cocksucker now. Hey, Jake, you want a blow job?"
Jake looked at me. "Really?"
"Don't ask him. He's just the faggot. Of course he'll do it."
Jake looked from me to Derek. I couldn't tell what he was thinking, but I wanted to get into those shorts. I crawled over to him and, kneeling before him, slowly slid down his shorts and boxers.
"Oh wow," Jake gasped.
His cock was beautiful, not as big as Derek's 8 inches, but almost there and definitely as thick around. And his balls! Enormous, hairy balls that were covered in sweat from a hard workout at the gym. I leaned forward and took a ball into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue.
"Oh man!" Jake moaned. I worshipped his balls, moving from one to the other. Derek sat on the edge of his bed, stroking his hard cock and laughing.
"Suck his cock, Steve. Show him how you take the whole thing."
I moved my mouth up to the head of his cock, which was now fully hard and popping with veins. I let my tongue circle the head before I quickly swallowed the whole shaft down my throat. Jake just stood there, moaning and allowing me to work my magic. "That's so nice."
Derek spoke up: "Of course it's nice--it's a blow job. But you're missing the point Jake."
"I'm not missing anything, man," Jake said. "This is amazing."
Derek was pissed, I could hear it in his voice. "Jake, he's a faggot. He's not a girl. You don't have to thank him and let him know how much you `appreciate' the head. You're treating him too nicely. Watch this." Derek clapped his hands together loudly. "Faggot! Lick my ass." Derek leaned over the edge of his bed and pulled his ass cheeks apart. I quickly buried my head in his ass. "Lick that ass." I lapped at his hole furiously. "I wanna hear you enjoying my stinky ass." I began to groan as a tongued his crack. "You like that? How's this?" Derek pushed hard and let loose the loudest rasp of a fart. The smell was overwhelming.
"Man that stinks." Jake said.
"Of course it does. It's a fart."
"How can he stand it?"
"He's a faggot. Get it? This is how you give him head." He pushed me off his hole and turn around, shoving his hard prick into my mouth until I was inhaling his pubes. Then he quickly pulled out until just his head was in my mouth. Then he shoved back in. His hands were on my head, nearly ripping the hair off. He pumped furiously into my throat and shouted at me.
"Suck...that...cock...you...fag...suck...it."
"Jesus, Derek!" Jake exclaimed.
"He's my faggot and you gotta treat him right." He pumped faster and I could feel his balls tighten. Then he pulled out of my mouth and began cumming--all over my face. As he spewed string after string of cum into my mouth, nose, hair, I could hear Jake getting into it, cheering him on. Finally Derek was just slapping his cock across my face, shouting at me as Jake applauded and whooped. "Take that cocksucker!" "That's it faggot!"
When Derek backed off, I was completely out of breath. He walked towards his nightstand and took his bottle of coke, chugging every last drop. I watched his balls and now flaccid cock swinging between his legs. Then I felt Jake's hand on my head.
"Okay, faggot. My turn." Jake shoved his super hard cock into my mouth and guided my head up and down the shaft forcefully. In just a few moments he was cumming buckets into my mouth and I was swallowing gratefully.
"That's it, man," Derek congratulated his roommate.
"that was incredible," said Jake. "We should do this every night."
Derek smiled at me, stroking his cock softly. "Oh we will."
To be continued...