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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 – 4
It's sort of weird not being with one of my MuNu brothers, but this is an opportunity I cannot pass up. So get this: a guy in my biology class, Bran, sent me a text asking for the handout we got in class today. (I know, what teacher uses paper, right?) It's Bran's first week on his new job – he's an on-campus security guard – so he doesn't want to arrive late or leave early or ask his supervisor to cover for him while he runs an errand. Instead, he sends me a text, asking me to bring him the papers. He's working the front desk in the humanities building. He says it's the worst assignment because no one ever goes in or out, but the guard has to stay there all night anyway. He makes occasional patrols to the upper floors but then it's back to the desk. Boring. But the perfect time to catch up on his homework. Since it's no skin off my back to help, I reply that I'll bring him the bio handout.
The security guard's desk in the humanities building is around the corner so I don't find Bran right off. When I do, he's jazzed to see me. I know he's smart, but I didn't realize biology homework gave him such a hard-on. He says it's not that. There's a video circulating among the security guards and Bran got a copy, which I guess is a bigger deal than it sounds. The thing can't be duplicated and it's going to self-delete at midnight tonight. Bran doesn't know what's on it, but he heard it's hot, so maybe we could watch it together. Now, I'm no idiot. A dude says he's got a hot video, I'm going to blow off my evening plans and watch it. You know you'd do the same thing. So I text Roomie that I'm going to be a little late and tell him to save me one of the jalapeño cheese burgers.
I roll up a chair next to Bran's and he hits play. The image doesn't look any different from the images on the security monitors Bran is supposed to watch. It's cheap black and white from a stationary camera positioned in a corner of the ceiling. It's aimed at a security guard sitting at a desk similar to Bran's. The guard is another student, like Bran. Maybe he's a little taller or broader but their uniforms make all security guards look kind of alike even if they're older or heavier or balder or blacker or whatever. We both watch for a solid two minutes. Nothing at all happens.
Just as we're both questioning if this is some kind of joke or if this is the wrong video, a dude runs into the frame and up to the security guard's desk.
Bran points to the screen and laughs out loud. "The guy is naked!" Bran's straight, so his feelings about what we're seeing are different than mine. But he's still enjoying the show.
The guard on-screen rolls back a bit in his chair and holds up the palms of his hands like he's saying, "Let's calm the fuck down, naked dude." But the naked dude leaps up onto the counter and jumps to the floor beside the guard's chair. The guard rolls back. Naked dude reaches forward. The guard grabs his gun, but naked dude is after a different kind of gun. He unzips the guard's fly, fumbles in with his fingers and pulls out a handful of skin. It's the guard's limp member. The guard has his gun up, pointing at the ceiling and the naked guy has the guard's dick out, pointing at his mouth. He rubs the guard's legs with his wrists while he works the guard's flesh with his hands. The guard's legs spread a little. He still holds up the gun but you can tell he's getting into it. Why wouldn't he? The naked dude has his dick in his mouth by this time and is bobbing up and down on it. This guy's in a hurry. At one point, the naked guy lets the cock out of his mouth. It's fucking hard. Like mine is right here watching it. Bran and I smile at each other, straight boy and gay boy in total agreement: this video IS hot.
Eventually the naked guy puts his head back over the cock. We can't really see his face from this angle, but it's pretty obvious what's going on. When his head stops moving and the guard leans back and flexes his arms, we can tell exactly what's happening. The naked guy finally lifts off. He uses one hand to wipe his mouth, then hops back up onto the counter, drops to the other side and runs out the way he came in.
Bran says that was wild. His only wish is that it was a chick who ran in naked like that. Oh, and that Bran himself was the guard. Other than that, it was perfect. He reaches up to turn off the video, but I stop him. Doesn't he notice the time? This video isn't just five minutes long. It's 75 minutes long. Bran sees the number and says, "Damn." He settles back in his seat.
Sure enough, there's a cut to another security guard at another desk. The same naked guy runs in again and blows this guy, too. This guard is even more thrown off. He fumbles at the desk as if he's doing work or writing a memo to urge the naked dude to stop, but nothing stops the naked guy. He just sucks and pumps and jacks. Finally, the guard leans over the top of the naked dude and his whole body twitches, causing his chair to roll sideways a few inches in spurts. Then naked dude bails again. It's so fast and this equipment is so limited, you can't really see his face. But really, who cares about faces. It's just the whole situation. So fucking hot.
I pull out my phone to text Roomie that I'm going to be later than I thought, but the battery is dead. Not taking his eyes from the screen, Bran says he has a charge cord. He plugs in my phone for me. At this moment, texting is the last thing on my mind.
We watch the guard in the old science building get blown by the naked dude. We watch the guard in the new science building get blown by the naked dude. We watch the guard in the engineering hall get blown twice by the naked dude. The guard himself was satisfied after the first one, but damn if that naked dude was going to take "no" for an answer. The guard's my type, so I can understand insisting on seconds. Naked dude swallowed, wiped up, then went down for more. The guard doesn't even try to protest this time. His head dangles over the back of his chair, his eyes closed but his mouth wide open. And every few seconds, his whole body twitches like that frog Bran and I had to dissect when we plucked one of its nerves. Then, wham, the guard jerks forward so violently the chair rolls away from under him and he collapses on the floor with the naked dude's face still between his legs.
Bran's rubbing his crotch, slowly shaking his head side to side. "Why can't chicks be like that, man?"
I say, "Why would you want a chick when you could have a dick?" Really, I don't understand his question.
Bran says nothing, just continues to absently play with himself through his pants.
Naked dude finishes off the guard sitting on the floor then stands while the guard himself lays back on the tiles, wasted. Naked dude stands there for a second, his own cock rock-hard and pointing straight up past his little patch of pubic hair, then runs for it.
Bran says, "Wait a minute." He looks at me, then back at the screen. He presses a button. The video rewinds a bit. We watch the naked dude stand up again. Bran jerks his head between the screen and me two more times, then rewinds the vid and says to me, "That's you?!"
I'm like, "What are you talking about?"
"Fuck you don't know what I'm talking about." He rewinds the video and freezes it on the naked dude as he stands over his latest happy victim. "That's you. Tell me that's not you."
"It's not me," I say, not even looking at the screen. I'd know if I'd run across campus sucking off every security guard I could find. Somehow I think that's something I'd remember. Especially seeing as how I have yet to get laid at this school.
"Like hell that's not you. It's your hair, your nose. Those are even your arms."
To humor Bran, I take a better look at the screen, putting my face close to it. I grant him there is a resemblance, but plenty of guys have straight noses like mine. My haircut is nothing special. In black and white you can't even tell what shade of brown or black it is. As for the arms, anyone who works out and eats right would have the same guns.
"Look, it's not me," I tell him. "Come on, would I get this hard watching myself?" He follows my glance down to my crotch where my shorts are pointing up. There's even a little wet stain there.
Bran giggles that lewd way some guys do and says, "You really are gay, aren't you."
I tell him judging by our crotches, he's gay too. He looks down. "Shit." He shifts his dick around so it's laying flat and tries to dab away the wet spot. When he lifts his hand, a thick viscous string connects his fingers to his pants. With a sight like that, I don't need videos. He looks at the screen again and says, "Dude does look like you, though," and presses play.
I don't point out the date next to the running time on the video. I know for a fact that night I was studying. With Marcus and Roomie and Evan and Trent and Z. We call them study orgies. All we do is study, so I have witnesses. The guy we're watching can't be me. It's a physical impossibility.
On-screen, the guard in the fine arts building is next. Then come the two guards in the performing arts building, followed by the guard in the school theater. As naked dude runs out of the theater, we see the shell-shocked security guard pull out his cell phone. The camera cuts away. Following the time-code at the bottom of the screen, we can see that the naked dude who looks like me pulled off all these blowjobs in less than 40 minutes.
Now there's video of the naked guy running across the quad. The angles switch a few times as he runs out of the range of one camera into the range of another one. At one point, he runs forward, glances over his shoulder and turns around. He runs back into the range of the earlier camera. We watch him hurry in from the upper right corner as a lumbering guard waddles into frame from the lower left. This guy's been a guard for as long as they've been making donuts. But naked dude doesn't seem to care. He plants himself on his knees on the uneven walkway and pulls at the fat man's zipper. Fat guy makes a token effort to get away, but naked guy won't let him go. Just watching him kneel like that on those bricks makes my knees hurt. Especially in the condition they're in now, covered with scabs like they are. I have no idea how this even happened to me. Seems like new bruises are always showing up on me and I never remember how I get any of them. Klutz, I guess.
Fat guy gets into the treatment plenty but he never stops sipping that jumbo sized Coke of his. Naked dude stands up and the fat guard gives his ass a pat. Naked dude runs off.
In the next frame, there's another guy running. This is another young guy who isn't a guard, probably another student. This student is on his cell phone. He raises his arm and turns in a circle like he wants people to see him. Then he pockets his phone and the naked dude runs along the edge of the frame. He isn't interested in the student. But student's interested in him. Student runs after naked dude.
The angle changes. The student catches up with the naked guy. The naked guy shakes his head and turns to go, like he's on a mission of some kind, but the student whips out his dick and waves it at him. Naked does a double-take. It's like he sees that cock and can't turn away, even if the student isn't a security guard. Naked dude licks his lips.
I recognize that move. I'm doing it right now. Bran even looks between me and my on-screen doppelganger and squints. I can tell he's beginning to have doubts about that not being me. If our roles were reversed, I'd probably feel the same way. But I know. That's not me. Looks kind of fun, but it's not me. Besides, I'd rather be the student. Or one of the security guards.
Naked guy gets to work on the cock in front of him. The camera recording this must be up in a tree or something because we are watching this through some small branches and leaves. In a movie, this would be romantic. Or frightening. Right now, it's just incredibly fucking hot. Even if the cocksucker does look kind of like me. Or maybe that's why it IS so hot. Fuck, what does that say about me, that I get this turned on watching a dude who looks like me service so many other dudes?
The student guy massages the naked cocksucker's head while the cocksucker does his stuff, turning his own head, right, left, sticking out his tongue to tease the tip of the student's dick. That move makes me go cold. Bran's straight, so he and I have never made out, let alone sucked each other's dicks, so he wouldn't know that's the kind of thing I do – teasing a guy's cock slit with just the tip of my stretched out tongue. I get off on seeing the length of my tongue added to the length of the other guy's schlong. Of course, I prefer looking down on that sight from the position of the one being sucked, but being the cocksucker isn't so bad. It's just unsettling to watch the spitting image of yourself service another guy. Fucking hot, but unsettling, too.
Student uses his free hand to pull out his phone and make a call. Then he ends the call and pushes another app on his phone. Now his phone is flashing a bright light. I recognize the sequence. It's an SOS signal. I have the same free app on my phone. But I wouldn't be signaling SOS. I'd be signaling HELLS YEAH! (Fuck you, I like the 90s.)
While this blowjob builds to the inevitable, shadows appear through the branches of the tree. The shadows turn into flesh and blood feet and arms and bodies. About six other guys run into the frame from all directions. Were these guys tipped off by the security guard in the theater who made the phone call? Did another guard call somebody? The new arrivals' arms are raised. One of them turns around and lifts his hands to his mouth apparently calling off toward someone else. Or someones. The guys watch their buddy get blown. One of the newcomers strokes the naked guy on the spine.
Bran leans back in his chair. I hear him mumble, "Man, I wish I was gay." Does he deliberately say that just loud enough for me to hear?
The student on-screen pulls his dick out of my naked twin's mouth and waves it at him. Naked lookalike me pushes his head forward, obviously begging for that cock. Then the cock shoots, spraying the guy who looks just like me right in the face. Another guy has his cock out and points it at the bottom. Naked bottom doesn't have to be asked twice. He has it in his mouth just that fast. The new guy getting sucked backs up a foot and naked dude leans forward to keep the dick in his mouth. Now naked guy is on all fours, his ass pointing up. If I were there, I know I wouldn't be able to resist it. And neither can these guys.
While the bottom dude is sucking off cock number 2 out of this group, a third guy wipes up some of the excess cum on the bottom's face and smears it over his own thick member. Then he goes around to naked dude's exposed ass and smacks it with his dick. He spits on the dude's hole and then pokes his way in. That bottom – that naked dude – it's like he's a pro or something. He flinches and twists and shudders so you know he's feeling it, but he never once lets go of the dick in his mouth. That's experience we're watching. But not so experienced that he's not enjoying it. The bottom guy – the naked dude who looks so much like me – it's like he knows every move in the book, but still has the excitement of somebody for whom all of this is new.
Number 2 shoots in naked dude's mouth while number 3 pounds away on his ass. Number 2 finishes. Number 5 politely steps aside for number 4, but number 4 passes. Instead he moves to the naked guy's ass. He wants to fuck, not just be sucked. It's fine with number 5. He shoves into the naked guy's mouth. Just as he finishes – yeah, he's quick – number 3 grips the naked dude's ass, digging in his fingers and obviously howling even though we can't hear a word. The other guys laugh. Number 4 peels off his shirt and drops his pants. He's as naked as naked dude. That's my kind of guy. Clothes are cool and everything, but there's nothing like flesh when it comes to the best sex. And this is the best sex.
Bran has his dick out. He's totally forgotten me. I have my dick out, but I haven't forgotten him. Maybe we'll mess around after this, but right now I want to watch this amazing video. So does Bran.
Naked number 4 gets on his knees behind the naked dude and fucks him. There's no other way to put it. He just pushes in and starts pounding. Fuck, I wish I was number 4.
Each of the guys there gets serviced by the naked bottom one way or another. Some get sucked. Some fuck. Some do both. The bottom is spit-roasted I don't know how many times. I have better things to do right now than count.
Finally they finish. And naked dude? It's like he just took an energy pill. Or more like a dozen energy pills and just as many energy suppositories. Either way, he's off and running.
I can't tell you how this happened, but Bran and I are sitting so close to each other right now our shoulders are touching. We're each stroking our dicks. He's using his right hand. I'm using my left so our two forearms can rub against each other at the same time. Actually feeling another man's flesh while watching a mind-blowing video like this? Webster and his dictionary don't have words that do it justice.
Bran: "Oh fuck."
Damn. Did he just realize what we're doing? He stands. "I've got to do rounds, man. I could get fired." He adjusts his dick so he can walk. "You can stay here and watch. I'll be back in a few minutes, then we can watch it again." He smiles. "I'm sure I won't have to force you to watch this twice."
Hardly.
Bran goes to the elevator and heads upstairs. I watch what else the video has to offer. More guards get blown. In the PhysEd building. In the Physics building. The library. The gardens. It's like naked me – not actually me, but you know what I'm saying – had a list planted in his head of where every security guard on campus is located and is determined to suck the jizz out of every single one of them. The guys in the middle of the quad were just a bonus. More like a dozen bonuses.
Naked dude is making his way across campus, south to north. Our house is on the north side of campus. I'm kind of wishing we had a security guard at the house so I could have seen this guy who looks like me come in and work his magic. Wouldn't the MuNus freak seeing a guy who looked just like me blowing another dude with such abandon? They've never seen me have sex with anybody, let alone had sex with me themselves, so I know the whole thing would be just a hoot. Especially if I was standing there watching with them. Maybe my brothers and I could get together and fuck the guy who looks like me and get him to suck us. Maybe we'd have to persuade him. Or trick him. Hmm... how could a bunch of frat boys trick a hot looking dude into having wild sex with all of them? I'll have to work on that one. Not that this dude who looks like me would need any tricking. Fuck, he hasn't said no to anybody yet. A fucking little slut, and I mean that in the best possible way. Really. It's a compliment in my book.
Bran returns just as the video comes to an end. My dick is hard. So is his. I can tell from here. Bran is a good looking guy and for the first time ever I want to fuck him. Right here. Right now. I can't read the look on his face, but I haven't seen it before. I'm thinking just maybe...
Bzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzz.
In the silence and absence of video, I hear a buzzing. My phone. I look at the screen. Shit, how many texts are there? I flip through it. There's more than thirty. From Roomie and Marcus and Trent and Roomie and Z and Roomie and Roomie and Roomie and Marcus and Roomie and – Fuck, what's going on at the house? I tell Bran I have to go right now. He looks kind of bummed. Dammit. It's the downside of frat life. Loyalty. Brotherhood. But that's the life I chose, so I go. My brothers are counting on me.
All the way back to the MuNu house, I think about what I just watched. I wish the guys could see it. They would be amazed.
In my haste to get home and thinking about the video and what I could have had with Bran just then, I forget to return a single text. Irresponsible, I know, but talk to my dick about that, not me. I'm not in charge.
I get home and enter the great room.
"Little Dude! Little Dude's back!" The smell of burgers and jalapeños and beer and fries permeates the air. And a little sex but the house always smells like sex. Weird for a place where no one is ever doing it. I guess it's the smell left over from all that jacking being done behind closed doors.
Evan's pulling me into the living room. Rocky and Spike practically fight to give me a shoulder rub. Z dips down and takes a huge whiff of my armpit.
"I just saw something," I announce to the room. I hear calls of "Yeah?" and "Huh" and "I want to hear about it," but it seems like most of the guys are more interested in taking off their shirts. I guess everybody's moving this party to the pool. Amid all this activity, I stand still and shout, "My straight friend Bran and I just watched this video at the humanities building. He's a security guard and the guards have this security tape..."
Roomie grips my arm and looks at me, suddenly serious. Z starts running in place super fast which he does when he's nervous. The guy always has too much energy. He scrambles to the sofa, looking for something. He stops when he sees Marcus. Marcus looks just like Marcus always does. Cool. Whatever. Nothing gets to Marcus. But something's different in this room. The guys have stopped taking off their shirts. No one's talking. No one's even smiling. Then I notice the image on the big screen.
On the big screen is that naked dude who looks exactly like me sucking off one of the guards. The one who pointed his real gun at the naked dude's head while naked dude sucked him off. It's the exact same video I was watching with Bran. I look at my friends' faces. From one to another. Trent takes one look at me and shouts, "Mother FUCKER!" and pounds the wall with his fist. He makes a hole.
That's when I get it. "You think that's me?" I say. No one moves. "He does look like me, doesn't he?" Still no one says a thing. I can't believe this. "You really think that's me." Glances are exchanged among the guys. Z is suddenly pointing the remote at the tv, but Marcus takes it from him before he pushes a button. Marcus says, "We know it's not you." Smile. "Was it hot watching yourself do all that shit?"
I say yeah, it was. Even though it wasn't really me. I guess these guys thought I was going to be all offended they were watching what looked like me, naked, run across campus like the horniest man in the history of the world and blow about thirty dudes in a couple of hours, not to mention the fuckings I took. My doppelganger took. You know what I mean.
Z jumps up and down, a little kid again, relieved I'm not angry. I make a point of going up to Trent and telling him I'm not pissed off at him or any of them. If they get off watching what looks like me, I'm cool with it. He can barely look at me when he says, "Yeah, right." I pull him into a gruff hug and he returns the hug but he's still embarrassed, I can tell.
Evan pats Trent on the back and says something like, "It's going to be okay, I'm telling you." They walk away. Roomie embraces me.
Marcus suggests we watch the video together. Rocky makes me a jalapeño burger just the way I like it. Roomie texts like mad.
The video is still hot the second time around. Even hotter with all these stroking guys watching it with me. Maybe tonight is the night even Marcus lightens up and we all just fuck. No studying orgies, just the real deal. I drink a couple of beers, thinking to myself, "Finally..."
Marcus asks if I've ever seen his watch. Talk about your out of the blue comments. It's the biggest "who cares?" since the dawn of time. I'm trying to figure out a cool way to say, "Marcus, you're a fucking nutcase," when I hear the doorbell. A few seconds later, I hear an out of breath voice that sounds like Bran's. "Thanks. I'm the guy you texted. I got here as quick as I could," it says, still gulping down air. "My supervisor said he'd personally watch my shift for me. This is a first for me, man, but I wasn't about to miss it."
I want to ask how he arranged that and why he's here and can I fuck him and where did Marcus get this beautiful watch? Someone says, "I'm second," and someone else says, "I'm second this time," and I hear what sounds like fists against flesh. I don't know who's talking. All I want to know is has anyone ever noticed how beautiful a 3 is? I mean, really. It's... beautiful.