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SPOILER ALERT: If you haven't read Little Dude 1 & 2, please do before reading any further.
For those of you not wanting to start at the beginning, SPOILER ALERT: Little Dude's frat brothers hypnotize him to use him for outrageous sex which they film. Little Dude has no clue what is going on. His not knowing makes messing with him that much more fun for his frat brothers. Poor Little Dude. It's happened again...
Little Dude – 3
"Sit down – jesus! Show some respect, guys!" This from Evan who just sprayed a beer in the faces of the three basketball studs drinking milk? Thanks to him, now we have beer dripping from the lampshade. The great room in the Mu Alpha Nu fraternity house usually isn't this crowded, but word's out that Z finished his video project and everyone wants to watch it. That's every member of the house, some recent alums and lots of dudes who aren't MuNus. We're sitting on sofas, chairs, the bar, the floor. Guys who can't find places to sit are standing and even then there isn't room enough for everybody. Z set up monitors in the kitchen and the living room, but it seems like most guys want to be in here. I know I wanted to be in this room. It's the one with the biggest screen and I want to see all the fucking and sucking in larger than life beauty.
Watching this video is the closest I've come to getting laid since I graduated high school. It's weird. I got laid more back then when I had to sneak around than I do now that I'm in college and living in a gay frat. Weird.
Every dude squeezed in this room is hot, amazing, muscled, horny and gay. And get this: we never have sex here. EVER. If conservatives secretly watched us, they'd be soooooooo disappointed. Nobody walks around here naked, not even from the bathroom to a bedroom. Here we take studies seriously. I admit I was a little disappointed when I realized how straight-laced the joint is, but my grades are perfect so I guess I shouldn't complain. It's just that sometimes... well, sometimes I really need to get my rocks off. So this video is a welcome break for me.
Z's a lover of porn. I know, I know, he's gay, so of course he loves porn. More to the point: he's a dude, so of course he loves porn. You have a dick? You love porn. End of story. But Z collects the shit like no one else does. This quarter, he's got a gay teacher for one of his video production classes. The guy gave his class an editing assignment, so for a joke, Z tells him he's going to edit together a "best of" porn video assembled from his collection. And the gay teacher dude, he goes for it. So here we are, watching the world premiere of Z's masterpiece.
I feel pretty lucky, not to mention horned-up, with this primo spot. My seat is in the middle of the best sofa, centered the perfect distance from the screen. Roomie and Trent sit on either side of me. Marcus sits on the back of the sofa behind me, his legs on either side of my shoulders. Since the sofa's in the middle of the huge room, there are even more guys standing behind him. Really, I gotta thank Z for saving this spot for me.
The animals are getting restless. Beer and porn will do that to guys. A chant builds in the room. "Porn! Porn! Porn! PORN! PORN! PORN!! PORN!!! PORN!!! PORN!!!!! PORN!!!!!..." It gets louder and faster until finally the screen comes alive with a cock shooting cum right at the camera. If ever a movie image cried out for 3-D, that's the one. The cheers that go up around the room drown out the heavy metal 80s leftovers and someone finally turns down the music so we can hear Z's work. The image of the cumming cock repeats itself and is double-exposed and double-exposed again so first we're seeing one cock then two then about a hundred blowing cum at the camera. Now there's some classical music going along with it, with drums blasting and horns blaring.
There's lots of shots of guys fucking doggie style, which is awesome and everything, but I want to see close ups. And Z, he's so cool, it's like he can read my mind. He's sitting on the floor with his head resting on the sofa between me and Roomie and looks back up at me with a big smile and says, "I know what you like..." And there it is on screen, the kind of close up that instantly gets me hard: a dude's cock about to push its way into some other dude's asshole. Man, that gets me. It gets everybody, apparently. The whole room explodes in approval. Faces from all over turn in our direction. I lift Z's arm in triumph. They're all looking at me as if I'm the guy who's responsible for what we're watching. As if I had anything at all to do with the ass on screen getting fucked. Roomie gets me in a headlock. I guess he can't reach Z so I'm the next best thing.
We watch the giant cock on screen poised to penetrate the bottom. The room quiets down enough so we can hear the grunt of the top and UCCHHHHH!! of the bottom as the cock head finally breaks through. All of us cheer at that sound. I count at least five beer geysers going off in the room. It's like we all just won the Super Bowl.
From that moment on Z's movie is a nonstop fest of breathing and slurping and gagging and nggghhhing and mmmmmming and all those other great fucking and sucking sounds. Then there's a cut in the movie and we're watching cum being smeared in the bottom dude's ear. We see cum splashing all over his cheek and then over a nipple and then over a kneecap. We see the same bottom sprayed with cum from five angles at the same time.
You know how most porns can get boring after a while because the camera never moves and all you're watching is the usual in and out from about two feet away? Z got rid of all that stuff. There isn't a boring frame in his movie. It's the best highlights reel in the history of highlights reels. Every second is spectacular and bone-making, and, yeah, I feel free to speak for every guy here because every guy here is sporting wood. Wet spots are spreading on crotches. If these guys aren't turned on as much as I am, they have some major incontinence troubles.
And get this: all these hot dudes watching – there's got to be more than 50 of us in here – and not one of us is jerking yet. Marcus says it would be disrespectful to Z's vision. Like Z's some kind of auteur and this is Sundance or the Cannes Film Festival or some bullshit. I say Z's vision is to get us off, but Marcus says we should build up to it. Edge ourselves crazy or some such crap. I don't get it myself, but I was outvoted. The rest of the house sided with Marcus, so we wait and let our balls just keep churning more and more cum. Me, I just wish we'd have an orgy and be done with it. But instead, we just watch this movie in increasing frustration, our balls getting bluer by the second, and do nothing about it. Marcus says it's against house rules to have sex with guests in the house. I know, I know. It doesn't make any sense to me either.
Anyway, we're watching the video and now it's one shot after another of the kind of images I love. Cum blasts. Cocks in asses. Cocks pumping cum up asses. Cocks halfway out of the bottom throbbing with each shot of semen unloaded in the hole.
Fuck, I need to jerk off.
But I don't. I watch along with everyone else. And then all of a sudden there's Roomie on screen fucking some dude. At first I'm shocked and kinda turned on, but right away I notice something isn't right. In real life, my 5'10" roommate is nothing but golden smooth skin pulled tight over 170 pounds of hard muscle. But on screen, he's got a gut and needs a body waxing. His on screen body belongs to an out of shape 50 year old man, emphasis on the "old." Roomie sees what we all see and laughs like hell.
Then there's a shot of Marcus taking it up the ass. On screen it's Marcus's face but his body belongs to someone that looks small enough to be a kid or something. And the proportions are all wrong so that it looks like he has a massive, mismatching head.
"You jerk!" Marcus throws his empty beer cup at Z, but he's laughing, too. Z blocks his head and says it took him a while before he got good with the superimposing software. For the fun of it, Z took our heads and put them on the fat, ugly, hairy bodies of dudes fucking in old porns he dug up from the seventies and eighties.
Next up for the superimposing treatment is Evan. Z's made it look like Evan is fucking some little Asian guy doggie style. Only Evan's body is dark brown and his face is where the back of his head should be. You can see the seam where his face was crudely pasted onto the body. The colors don't match and neither does the lighting. It sounds freaky and cheap, but it looks pretty damn funny. Erotic and funny. It's perfect Z.
Then there's a shot of me. Z's put my bored face on the body of a sumo wrestler being fucked by another sumo wrestler. I am so unprepared for that sight, I spew Cheetos everywhere. Could I look more bored on camera? There's another shot of me. This time it looks like I have Brad Pitt's body or something. Man, I WISH I looked as good as I do in that image.
That one's followed by a shot of Kevin's face on some other skeezy dude's body. Then there's a shot of me again. It's obvious Z improved his skill at matching heads to bodies. Roomie says Z seems to have perfected his superimposing technique using my face and everyone in the room agrees.
There are more and more shots of my head on different bodies and gradually the bodies look more and more like they belong with my head. It gets to the point where the bodies look exactly like mine. Where did he get these shots of my face? They're amazing. Each one fits the scene perfectly. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was me up there on the screen with two cocks up the ass and a dong the size of my forearm in the mouth. Fuck that's hot! I don't know how that bottom could take it.
Out loud I say if that was really me on screen, I'd be ripped apart. The guys around me burst out laughing. Some guy I've never even seen before repeats my comment for the benefit of the dudes standing out in the hall and I hear more riotous laughter. God, I love frat life. Everyone is so supportive and friendly. You say something funny and your friends repeat it. They really have your back. At least mine have my back. I'm a lucky guy.
Z's superimposing work is flawless now. You can't see any seams between my neck and the torso of the body my face is attached to. And how he got the mouth on my superimposed face to spread to accommodate that gigantic schlong I don't understand at all. I really need to take his video class.
Z plops on the sofa, pushing in between me and Roomie. He wants to know if I really like the movie. Like it? How could I not? I'm as turned on as anybody else watching these videos of my face superimposed on a body that looks identical to my own. I tell Z I love it. Z's vid teacher looks over from his chair at Z and me.
"Fuckin' amazing," is all he says. He swigs his beer with one hand and slowly squeezes the bulge in his pants with the other.
I'm so happy for Z and proud of him for what he's pulled off, I give him noogies.
The teacher guy lowers the beer from his lips and shakes his head. He leans to the guy next to him and I hear him mumble, "I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it." What an asshole. He didn't think Z was talented enough to pull this off? Fuck him.
Z pokes me. "Watch this, watch this, watch this!" he says, pointing at the screen. This time it's Z's face on a dwarf fucking the bottom that looks identical to me. Z's face doesn't go with the dwarf body at all. It's not in the same league as the work he did with my face and the body he attached it to. The crudely put together Z-headed dwarf pounds away on that perfect rendition of me.
It is so strange seeing what appears to be yourself getting fucked when you know it isn't really you. Fucking strange. And yet really fucking hot, too. And hilarious.
Then it's Z's face crudely superimposed onto what looks like a black offensive lineman for the NFL. Jesus, how big is that guy? 6'6"? 250 pounds? 300? Whatever the number, it's all fucking muscle. And all of that muscle is fucking the bottom that looks exactly like me. He's got me in the missionary position with my legs pulled high and wide like I'm some human wishbone he's going to rip apart. He's got his cock buried in what looks like my own ass. The look on my face says I'm digging it, which fits the situation. It's really amazing how my expressions match each shot Z used. It even sounds like me. I don't know how he did it. All I know is, jesus, it's hot watching that football player with Z's head plow my ass, even if it is all just an amazing special effect.
Slowly the lineman pulls his cock out and only now do I see just how thick it is. It's the size of my forearm. Or the size my forearm would be if I worked it out with fifty pound dumbbells. Just when I think all that massive cock is out of what's supposed to be my ass and that the cock head must be next, another two inches emerge. Then it happens again. And again. Fuck. The guys in the room watching this with me are saying "Fuck yeeeeahhhh..." and "Sheeeeeiiiittt!!" Finally it pops out. The football player's cock is easily 12 inches long. The dripping head alone looks as big as my fist. It's scary just looking at the thing. I can only imagine the terror the real bottom must have felt seeing that thing pointing at his ass. And going inside? Forget about it. But for me watching it, it's amazingly hot.
Marcus says real loud, like he's making an announcement to the whole room, "And his ass stays tight even after that!" All I hear is "Whoa" and "No fucking way" and "Goddamn." If that were my ass, it would never close up again after taking a pounding like that from that caveman's club. The way Marcus talks about the on screen bottom with my face superimposed on it, it sounds like he knows the guy. Has Marcus been holding out on us? He knows a hot bottom he isn't sharing? The fucker. I tell Marcus I want to meet the real bottom and have a chance at that ass myself. Everyone laughs at that one. Marcus, the selfish prick, says to me about the bottom on screen, "Trust me, that's one ass you'll never tap, Little Dude!" Roomie slams his beer cup into Marcus's, so do Z and Evan. Beer's everywhere. I didn't think what Marcus said was so funny but... whatever. So Marcus really is going to hold onto his special bottom for himself. Fuck him. But I still laugh. I'd probably do the same thing if I had access to that hot of a bottom.
On screen, there's more fucking and sucking and rimming. Z's right about his technique getting better. Not only can't I see a single seam between my head and what is supposed to be my body, I can't see seams on the other guys any more, either. This time it really looks like it's Trent fucking me. The body Z slapped his face onto matches Trent's body perfectly. It looks identical. If I didn't know better, I'd swear that was really Trent's cock up my ass and him actually spitting in my face. Z. Man, that dude should go to Hollywood. He's a special effects genius.
It's amazing how he makes it look like that's me with a cock in each hand and two more cocks squeezed between my toes. There's a cock rubbing in my hair. Balls are thwacking my nipples. Brilliant work. Just brilliant. But no matter what angle he chooses, you can always see my face. It's like he wants the world to see his handy work and marvel at how he made it look like I'm getting fucked by all these guys.
Now it's a series of quick cuts of me getting fucked. Trent. Z. Evan. Kev. Roomie. Marcus. It just keeps going. My legs held apart or over shoulders. Always on my back, so you can see my face and the cock going up my hole.
The way Z has edited together the piece, we're just watching quick pops of one top after another blow load after load up the bottom's chute. The bottom who looks exactly like me.
The room starts counting. "Fifteen... Sixteen... Seventeen..." Z's played with this so it looks like every guy in the house has fucked me. That's 32 guys. Fuck that looks hot. By now, I can't help myself, my cock is out and I'm stroking it watching this movie. Dudes watch me and elbow each other. I guess I start a trend, `cause now they're taking their dicks out, too. Screw Marcus and his house rules. I need to jerk one out. Now.
We're all counting. "Thirty-three... thirty-four... thirty-five... thirty-six..." The guys fucking me on screen now are guys from around school. In fact, they're all in this room watching the movie with me right now. Each one cracks up when he sees how Z's made it look like he's fucking me.
"Fifty-eight... fifty-nine... sixty!" Some are alums, some are random guys I've seen and some are dudes I've never seen before. Each time the film shows a different guy fuck me, the audience watching erupts in cheers. Some of the guys even stand to take a bow. A few guys come over and pose for pictures with me as if we really had done it. As if what we're watching on screen was real. Sometimes I think I'm the only one here who remembers this is all just a special effect. That none of what we're watching actually happened.
The cum flowing out my ass on screen draws my attention back to Z's movie. The cum shot is amazing. It pours out as another cock pushes in. One guy actually pushes against my abdomen to force out some cum so there's room up my ass for his own dick. And this guy isn't even hung. Later, another football player with a massive tool pushes in with so much pressure, the cum already inside me comes spraying out of my hole like someone put his thumb on the end of a garden hose and then turned it on full blast. You could wash a car with that kind of pressure. Z and Roomie get sprayed with the wash of cum. I've never seen such a sight. Z even replays it in slow motion.
One guy shoots in my mouth – I don't see who – and pulls out. You can see me struggling to swallow it all. Then another hand forces open my mouth and another cock is pushed over the opening and sprays inside. I hear some Chinese voice saying "Swallow, bitch!" and then something in Mandarin I don't understand. It must be one of those funny phrases everyone but me seems to know, `cause everyone is laughing.
On screen, some voice asks, "Hey, thirsty?" And Z's made it so my on screen head nods. A hand reaches into the frame with a tall glass and I start drinking. Only it's not water. It's cum. That must be 20 ounces of thick, glistening cum. And I drink it like I've just spent 30 days in the desert. The whole room is saying "Chug, chug, chug, chug!!!" It's so fucking hot. Not taking my eyes from the screen, I lift my beer to my lips and start drinking. I take a good two, maybe three swallows before I spit it out and look at the clear plastic cup. Instead of golden yellow beer, it's a thick, glistening white liquid. Cum. Somebody in this very room switched my beer cup for a 24 ounce cup of cum and got me to drink it. I'd think it was funnier if I wasn't the one who got punked. That said, it is pretty hilarious. Roomie tries to get me to drink it anyway, but we end up tussling and I dump it over his head. You've never heard such laughter.
Guys around me are stroking their dicks. I hear Casper say he can't take it any more and he peels off his shirt. I notice he isn't watching the movie, he's looking at Roomie covered with cum. Dougie says he can't take any more either, and peels off his shirt and starts to drop his pants. He's also looking at Roomie. No, wait. He's looking at me. I don't know why, I'm not the one dripping with the white stuff.
Roomie scans the increasing number of disrobing dudes all looking in our direction instead of at the screen and says, "The natives are getting restless." Evan looks up at Marcus and says something about having a riot or the jig being up if we don't stop now. I don't know what jig he's talking about, but it looks like we're about to have the orgy I've been wanting since I started college. Maybe I can finally fuck someone.
And Marcus... You now what Marcus, that prickhead kill-joy does? Mr. "I'm a Leader, Do What I Say"? Does he say, "Sure, let's all fuck"? Or at least, "No, we're watching the movie to the end. We're going to show respect to Z"? No. What he says is, "I guess it's time to study."
I'm like, "What the...?!" I look back at him and he's got his watch out. Like I give a fuck about the time. I want to fuck someone. Or at least watch the video. It's fucking hot watching me get fucked like that. We were up to number 85 in a row in a single session. I wouldn't want to go through that in real life – my body couldn't take it and I don't like bottoming all that much – but I love watching it. And now Marcus is saying it's time to do homework? Like he's my fucking mother? I'm pissed off is what I am. I'm yelling about porn and he's calmly talking about his watch.
I want cocks and cum and asses. He's showing me clock faces. And silver.
Cum is hot and beautiful. And erotic... and look how the light reflects off the watch band like that...
Out of the corner of my eye I see pants flying through the air...
A voice that sounds like Roomie's says something about drawing numbers and how everybody's going to get their turn but the video teacher has the privilege of going first... but I'm more fascinated by how the second hand on the watch sweeps past the 6 and moves on to the 7 and then the 8...
It's warm in here. I say I'm thirsty. Someone puts a cup to my lips. It's thick, like a melted milkshake. The best milkshake in the world...
Three days later.
I was pissed off Saturday when Marcus stopped the movie and made us all study just when things were getting hot. But I've got to hand it to him, he is responsible. I studied, did my work, took the test and got an A+. My grades have never been so good. If only my ass didn't hurt so much. I guess all that sitting at a desk will do it to you. I need to get a better cushion for my chair.