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Sunday funday...
As I drifted off to sleep, I heard Mike softly crying behind me. It was barely audible, but it was also extremely sad. Luckily, neither one of us lasted long. I could not even tell you which of us was out first, though I suspect it was me. I'm not sure what I expected my day to be like, but I know this was not it...
I slept better than I had expected to. Oddly enough I felt amazingly comfortable and relaxed even though I typically don't like anyone hanging on to me while I sleep. I could not tell you if it had anything to do with all the action from the night before. Who really cares? When you sleep well, it is just satisfying.
Now normally on a Sunday, I would be waking up with a hangover and looking forward to a day of sports on tv, homework, and stressing out over the upcoming week. However, today that was not the case.
First off, I did not have a hangover. I only had a beer or two yesterday before getting to Mike's and did not really drink once I got here. While I had intended to have a few drinks, my plans had changed once Scott got involved.
Sports were basically on break right now. And when I say sports, I mean football mainly. I watch some baseball, and hockey, but that is about it. So, until football starts back up in the fall, I will watch whatever is on.
Homework was not an issue this week because we were between terms. There were a few books and chapters that had to be read before Monday, but I had those all finished already. And that's why I did not really have any stress.
So today was a free day. I had nothing to do and no deadlines. What I had not accounted for was Mike.
As I was starting to wake up, the first thing I noticed was Mike. Not that Mike was holding on to me, but that Mike was not. I stretched and started to look around, no Mike. I got up and walked out to the living room and still no Mike. I was starting to get dressed and was going to leave before I heard the door open and there he was.
Mike came through the door and immediately looked at me. His eyes dropped as soon as they met mine and his shoulders dropped. He started to speak while turning around to shut the door, "I was trying to get back before you woke up."
That's when I noticed that he had coffee and food in his hands. I started to smirk thinking about how I had done something similar when I took a girl out and spent the night. In my mind, this was Mike trying to be nice.
We ate pretty much in silence. I had no idea what to say to Mike and I am not sure he knew what to say to me. About halfway through the meal, Mike's phone went off. I did not think anything about it but when I looked over at Mike, his face was pale. He handed me the phone and the text message was short and simple.
"coming over @ 1, tell your friend to be there", the sender was Scott and attached was a dick pic.
I am still not sure how I feel about Scott to be honest. It was fun to watch him use Mike. It had been my goal to humiliate and degrade Mike after all and I could not hold a candle to what Scott had done. Scott's use of Mike was beyond anything I had done to him, so much so that it was almost not even human. So, while I did like watching Scott, I had a hard time with the brutality that he treated Mike.
Now I know it might sound like I was getting soft on Mike and who knows, maybe I am somewhat. Or maybe it is just that I have never been exposed to the level of abuse that Scott dealt out. Regardless, Scott was planning on coming back over in a few hours and while I was annoyed, Mike seemed absolutely scared.
Mike did not say anything to me, he did not need to. His eyes were speaking volumes. It was like looking into a scared puppy dog's eye. They were mournful and frightened. For the time being, I decided to play the stern and unyielding type of guy. Afterall, Mike earned this treatment, he fucked my girlfriend and then dumped her after she broke up with me. For now, I will let this play out, but I also think I might need to really think about where this is going. Admittedly, I have never given much thought to where I wanted this to go. It was only my original intent to fuck Mike a couple times then let all this drop. But that changed when I realized how much I really enjoyed it.
Looking at Mike, I had to put on a mean face and man up. "Looks like someone really enjoyed your pussy last night." I did not look at Mike when I said it. "You think your cunt is ready for round two?"
Mike was silent. He had also stopped eating.
"Please man, please..." Mike's voice trailed off.
I turned to look at Mike. He was visibly shaken by just the thought of what might be happening to him later. And that was a bit of a turn on for me.
"I suggest you get yourself cleaned up and ready for your date." I was starting to smirk again; the feelings of concern being overridden by the lust stirring in my balls. "But maybe a blowjob before you get started."
I love the way Mike's body can tell you everything about how he is feeling and what he is thinking. Mike's shoulders sank a bit more, and he could not look me in the eyes. I could even see a bit of a shake going down his spine as the realization hit that I was not going to protect him or be his savior.
Mike seemed stuck in his position, so I put my hand on the back of his neck and with just a gentle amount of pressure, Mike crumpled to his knees. I turned him around and guided him to my growing erection. Once he was looking at my crotch, he did not need any further encouragement or instruction.
One of the wonderful things about having a guy suck your cock is that they know what they are doing. Mike did not fool around with any of that stupid light kissing and licking or playing with the head; he went straight for a deep throat, full shaft down his gullet, sucking. He swallowed like a champ and for the first time I found myself trying to slow him down a little to prolong the inevitable white washing his throat was going to receive.
But that did not work, I went from trying to slow him down, to holding the back of his head and face fucking him with a brutal vengeance. I came down his throat in about 10 minutes. I think that must have been some kind of record and in hindsight, Mike might have been trying to get me off faster so he could have more time to get ready for his date.
I went into the kitchen while Mike was in the shower. I wanted to see if there was anything we might want like beer, but Mike's frig was well stocked. I should have expected nothing less. He was after all the typical college jock. His apartment had the smell of a locker room plus seedy bar. It reeked of manly must and sweat, mixed with a hint of stale beer, sex, and cigars. I really doubt he would be getting his deposit back.
Once back in the living room I decided to find something on the tv and kick back to see how all this was going to play out this afternoon. When Mike came back into the living room, he had the look of a deer caught in headlights, except he also had this frantic energy. Now if you have ever seen a deer caught in headlights, they stand perfectly still, not moving. This is where the frantic energy is something different.
Mike was all over that living room and kitchen area, cleaning, emptying ashtrays, picking up beer bottles, throwing laundry into his closet, and generally moving all his sports equipment from one place to another, then back again. I knew this was probably nervous energy that needed to be worked out, but what I wondered if this was because he was looking forward to Scott or dreading it.
Now I know that he was asking me to protect him from Scott just a little bit ago, but I had to wonder if that was really what he wanted. It's sort of like when your date tells you that you don't need to pay for dinner knowing good and well that she didn't mean it. I wonder if deep down, Mike was doing all this to impress Scott.
The closer we got to 1, the more Mike bounced around the apartment. At one point I started to tie him down because he was making me crazy, but I didn't bring any of the gear I had started collecting since I started playing with Mike. About 12:45 though, Scott came through the door like he owned the place, not even bothering to knock, and he was not alone.
When the door opened, Mike stopped in his tracks and turned around. First Scott came in, followed by Gabe and Jesus. Mike went from a healthy tan color, to white like a ghost, to green like he was going to puke. Scott, on the other hand, acted like he was totally in control, even though he just got there.
"Good you are here; I was worried you wouldn't be able to make it" Scott said when he saw me on the couch. He did not even notice I was still in the same cloths as last night, or maybe he just didn't really care.
"These are my main bros in the frat, Gabe and Jesus." Scott went on to say. Gabe had a case of beer in his hands and Jesus had what looked like a half gallon of whiskey. "I told them they could crash with me over here today and watch the replay of the MMA fights from last night. I knew Mike would have bought them."
All eyes turned to Mike and he was vacant again but quickly caught up and nodded. "I did buy that shit last week but totally forgot they were on last night, so I don't even know who won."
"Yeah" Scott started, "I was telling my guys that you threw one hell of a blowout last night." Grinning from ear to ear you were not sure if he really told them what happened or was just threatening Mike. The effect was the same in either case, Mike flushed and turned around so no one could see his face, making it a priority to hunt for the tv remote.
I decided to give Mike a little bit of a break from the games Scott was playing and told Gabe and Jesus to come with me to the kitchen so we could get the beer in the frig. While the kitchen area is pretty much open to the living room area, it did get their attention of Mike.
Mike had found the remote and Scott had found the cigars. "Hey, you guys want to try some good Dominican cigars?" Scott yelled out and I lost them as they both left the kitchen. "Mike has one of the alumni that sends him a box every month." Well that solved that mystery, I had always wondered how Mike could afford to always have cigars around, and not cheap ones.
When I returned to the living room, I had a beer in my hand already and was greeted to Mike showing the two new guys how to light a cigar that was so thick. It was important, I learned by listening to Mike, to toast the end before trying to light it. I always found it easier to just tell Mike to fetch me a cigar.
Now the other night, with Scott and I smoking, the living room was a little hazy. Within a couple minutes of the three of them smoking the living room was like a nightclub with the fog turned up all the way. I pointed to Mike and then the window. I could tell he was hesitant. Maybe he was afraid someone would hear him if Scott started fucking him. I did not really care; I was worried about the fire alarms going off. A stern look was all it took to get the window open.
The other thing Mike did was to open his bedroom window and put a fan in it, so we got a breeze going. The smoke started to clear out enough that I went over and got a cigar. Mike immediately came over to light it for me. I laughed, I guess I got special treatment.
With the fights on the tv, Scott and his friends on the couch and me in the only chair, Mike was left without a seat. Not that Scott was going to let him sit down anyway.
"Hey, I think we all need beers, can you grab them dude" Scott said looking at Mike.
"You got any more ashtrays man?" came next.
"Yo dude, Jesus brought that bottle of whiskey. Grab me some with ice." Was Scott's next jab at Mike.
The first fight, second fight, and into the third fight, Mike was running back and forth like he was the hired help. Scott never let him rest for a minute. Fetch this, grab that, empty the ashtrays... Scott would not let up on Mike.
At first, I thought the other guys were oblivious to what was going on but every once in a while, I would catch a smirk or a glance and I would start to think they knew exactly what was going on.
Mike excused himself to use the bathroom and as soon as he was out of the room, Scott looked over at me and said, "Hey man, you got that video from last night?"
I shook my head without saying anything.
"Let me see it man." Scott was already reaching over Jesus.
I had been thinking about what might happen if Scott pulled some shit like this. I could stand back and let it happen, or I could stand up for Mike. I had not expected to have to deal with this the very next day though. I could not see a way to help Mike right now that would not get my ass kicked, so I unlocked my phone and handed it over.
When Mike returned from the bathroom he got to the doorway and froze. Scott was showing Gabe and Jesus the video and providing narration. "Here he was sucking my cock like a fucking cheerleader at homecoming." A few minutes later, "You thought that freshman bitch last week could take a pounding?" Mike looked physically ill.
Scott was already pulling at his cock through his basketball shorts. Gabe was looking at the video with part disgust and part lust in his eyes. Jesus was looking at Mike like he was prime grade a beef.
"I told you guys he was a fucking fag." Scott said laughing. "Now pay up."
Each of them pulled out their wallets and grabbed what looked like $100 and handed it over. Then Scott handed me back my phone.
Everyone was now looking at Mike who was still frozen in the doorway. Scott found the remote and paused the fights, which no one was watching now anyway. Then he kicked the coffee table away from them and leaned back.
"Why don't you come over here and show these guys how much you loved my cock last night?" Scott said while leaning back.
Mike did not want to move. He just stood there with this blank stare like maybe he would wake up at any minute and figure out this was all just a nightmare. Glancing over at Scott, he had put the cigar in his mouth to free up his other hand (one was still holding a half full beer) and started tugging his shorts down.
"Get the fuck over here bitch." Scott was getting loud now. This seemed to break Mike out of his trance and Mike finally started slowly moving over toward the couch. When he did not move fast enough, Scott got up off the couch, moved right in front of Mike. Getting in Mike's face, Scott started berating him. He was calling him cock sucker, slut, bitch, faggot... Mike was just standing there taking it. Not even trying to move away.
After Scott got done, he put his hand on Mike's shoulder and pushed him to his knees. Telling Mike exactly what to do, Mike got Scott's cock out of his shorts, kissed it, licked it up and down, and then once it was standing straight out, put it in his mouth and took it to the root. Scott still had the beer in one hand, cigar was back in his mouth, and his other hand was on the back of Mike's head ensuring that all of his cock was getting attention.
Now I had admittedly been giving this show my whole attention but once the action got going, I glanced over to see what Gabe and Jesus were doing.
Gabe had his phone out, no surprise there. But he also had a hand down his shorts. The front of his shorts was tented obscenely. I think Scott said he was nine inches. If that is true, Gabe might top out at twelve.
Jesus on the other hand was more into the show and while he was rubbing his crotch, he wasn't going to town like Gabe was. Jesus was savoring what was going on. I questioned for a minute who was the focus of his attention, but I was pretty sure it wasn't Scott.
Scott turned around and did one of those poses you see all the porn stars do with his arms pumped up and pointing at the face buried on his cock. He made Mike move with him so that Mike's back was now to Gabe and Jesus and Scott was facing them. He put his beer down and then grabbed Mike by both ears. Cigar smoke leaving his mouth like a chimney, he started pumping his cock into Mike's mouth. It looked like he was deliberately trying to get Mike to choke or puke. But it didn't happen. What did happen was it caused a thick line of throat slime to start dripping down on Mike's shirt.
Scott was playing all of this up like he was performing to an audience. He would do deep long throat fucks followed by holding Mike balls deep until he heard him choking. Scott did everything you would expect from a porn star working a camera to get tips. All Mike could do was endure it.
After Scott had been going at it for about 20 minutes, the pulled his cock out of Mike's mouth with a pop. "Not yet bitch, I don't want to cum too soon." Scott said while pulling up his shorts. I have to say it was funny to see Scott's cock tenting against his shorts, causing a wet spot. I do not know if anyone else was seeing it, but I did.
Scott went into the kitchen to get another whiskey and beer. While he was gone, Gabe and Jesus were just staring at Mike. As Scott came back into the room, he casually asked, "Who wants some?"
No one answered directly, but Gabe was pushing his shorts off. Mike was not really looking around; he was staring at the ground. When he did look up, he only looked at me. What he saw was a stoic man, enjoying a cigar and beer. I was not going to let Scott see how bad I hated this. I also did not want Mike to think I was going to save him.
Scott kicked Mike and pointed at Gabe. Mike stood up and Scott kicked the back of his knee causing him to fall back down. Mike knew what Scott wanted so he crawled over to Gabe. Gabe had thrown his arms back over the couch, and was waiting, legs spread. As Mike got there Gabe's nose wrinkled as he saw Mike's shirt.
"Hey man, make him take that nasty shirt off." Gabe said to Scott.
Scott just kicked Mike's foot. Mike immediately started to take his shirt off. Underneath his shirt was his perfectly formed jock chest and six pack. But Scott wasn't done, he then made Mike take his shorts off too. Now Mike was totally naked and kneeling on the floor in front of Gabe.
Gabe turned up his beer and finished almost a full bottle. Then he put his cigar back in his mouth and threw his arms back over the back of the couch. He was just waiting, cock bouncing up and down and a lewd look on his face. "It aint going to suck itself faggot" he said around the cigar in his mouth.
Mike reached up and started to stroke Gabe's cock. I swear it started growing even thicker and longer. It did not look real. Huge fucking head, veins sticking out, and already leaking a steady stream of prefuck.
"No hands faggot." Gabe sneered, "If I wanted another hand job, I could get that freshman bitch back that I kicked out last night."
Mike hesitated for only a minute before opening his mouth and sucking the head in. He got about 4 inches into his mouth before he started to struggle. Bobbing up and down for a few minutes, he managed to get another 3 to 4" into his throat but was still only about two thirds down the shaft. Gabe seemed to be enjoying it, laying his head back and not even looking at Mike. Scott and Jesus seemed to be getting impatient though.
Scott put his hand on the back of Mike's head and pushed. He tried all he could, but Mike could not get past that point. Mike started to make puking sounds. That got Gabe's attention. Taking the cigar out of his mouth, Gabe looked at Mike. "You better not puke on me faggot."
Now turning his attention to Scott and Jesus, Gabe started talking like nothing was going on. "You know I always wanted a blowjob while I smoked a cigar. Problem is most of the bitches I have fucked around here either complain or cant get past the head. Now this is heaven. I could get used to this." He was jabbering on.
Scott started laughing. "Bro there is a reason we put you at the end of the train."
Jesus was mesmerized by the site of Mike sucking Gabe's cock. He was also getting frustrated. "Man don't let him ruin that faggot before I get some."
Scott still laughing hit Mike on the side of the head and Mike came off Gabe's cock and moved over to Jesus.
Jesus's cock was still in his pants but not for long. He slid the waist band down and for the first time I saw what he was packing. Now Jesus, being Hispanic, was uncut and looked entirely different than anyone else in the room. When he was hard the head was still covered in skin. And there was a lot of white scum leaking out of the end.
"Look at all that cock cheese Mike, you are going to love sucking and cleaning that up" Scott snickered.
Mike did not seem to really care but I noticed his nose wrinkle up a little as his mouth got closer to that brown cock. Jesus was laughing too, "You ever suck on an uncut cock?"
Mike didn't answer, he just opened up and started to swallow Jesus' cock. But Jesus stopped him. "No faggot, you have to stick your tongue out and get it in there."
Mike did what he was told but you could tell this was harder than sucking off Gabe. Jesus instructed him, step by step what he wanted done. And Gabe was filming the whole thing for posterity. From tonguing the skin back and to licking all the `cheese' up and cleaning the cock head. Mike obediently did what he was told, and Jesus was not short on instruction.
Finally, Jesus decided Mike could do it on his own and settled back into the couch like Gabe had, sucking his cigar back to life and finally putting his hands on the back of Mike's head. About 10 minutes later Jesus spoke up, "This fag is doing a good job Scott, you weren't kidding, but you promised me some faggot cunt."
"And so, I did man," Scott said. "Turn around and sit on his cock faggot."
"Don't I need to lube him up or something man?" Jesus seemed concerned.
Scott went into the bedroom and came out with the bottle of lube Mike kept in his nightstand. "Here use this."
Jesus put some on his cock and then grabbed Mike's waist. In one quick movement Jesus was balls deep in Mike's cunt. Mike made a small shy like noise but otherwise took Jesus' cock like a champ. "Now this is what I really wanted."
"Man let him get off you and get on all fours" Scott was grinning again and that meant trouble.
Mike didn't wait but did it without protest. Jesus got in position behind him and pushed back in and started fucking with a vengeance. "This reminds me of walking in on you last night, but the bitch on all fours was prettier." Gabe laughed.
"But she wasn't nearly this tight" Jesus shot back.
Scott got on the floor in front of Mike and pointed his cock at Mike. The humiliation was complete, Mike now had a cock in his mouth and ass for the first time and Gabe was filming it. Scott and Jesus high fived each other and started to match rhythms. They would pull out and push back in at the same time. Mike was doing all he could to accommodate the two cocks boring into him.
After about fifteen minutes of this assault, Jesus slammed in balls deep and held it there, pumping a load into Mike's cunt. Then he pulled out and sat back down on the couch. "Finally!" Gabe said handing the phone to Jesus before standing up. "Switch."
Scott pulled out of Mike's mouth and walked behind him, then Gabe got into position where Scott was. Scott waited until Gabe had his cock in Mike's mouth then speared Mike's cunt. Gabe, being much bigger than Scott, wasn't able to throat fuck Mike like Scott had been doing, but he was keeping as much of his cock in Mike's throat as he could.
Scott only lasted about 5 minutes before pumping his load into Mike. Then he got up and sat on the couch next to Jesus. We all knew what was coming next.
Gabe pulled his cock out of Mike's mouth and turned Mike around. "Time for you to find out why they call me the cunt buster at the frat."
Gabe reached down and spread Mike's cheeks as far apart as he could, then he leaned forward and pushed just the head between the swollen ring of Mike's new cunt. Mike's head snapped back when Gabe's cock entered him.
Now that the head was lodged inside Mike, Gabe let go of Mike's cheeks and put his hands right between Mike's shoulder blades and push until Mike's face was in the carpet. Leaning forward, Gabe sank inch after inch into Mike. It must have taken five minutes before Gabe bottomed out and could not go any deeper. Mike had been trying to move his ass, but he couldn't move much under Gabe's weight. Eventually his knees gave out and he went crashing to the floor with Gabe riding him down so that he never pulled even so much as an inch out.
Jesus got up and got on the floor right in front of Mike. Gabe grabbed what little hair Mike had and picked his face up, so he was looking into the phone's camera. "Tell the world whats happening faggot." Jesus said.
"I'm getting fucked." Was all Mike could think to say.
"Tell everyone how much you love it fag."
"I love it." Mike replied
Gabe now pulled the length of his cock out until just the head was still in, then slammed it back down and that did it, Mike let out a howl.
"That's more like it" Jesus laughed.
Then Gabe started fucking, slow and long. Deep strokes that I would bet were more designed to hurt and humiliate than to get off. Every time Gabe would slam his cock back into Mike balls deep, Mike would howl and moan into the camera.
Scott got off the couch and down on the floor next to Mike but just off camera. "By the time Gabe gets done with your cunt, you arent going to be able to walk."
Gabe started to pick up his pace. He was pile driving Mike's ass with some real force. Mike kept trying to bury his face, but Mike would pull his head up every time so that the whole thing was on camera. Scott never missed the chance to verbally abuse Mike during it calling him a faggot, bitch, cock whore, and cum dump for the frat.
Finally, Gabe's pace was picking up and it was obvious he wasn't going to last much longer. He was slam fucking Mike and had howled and cried so much he was horse. With one last hard thrust, Gabe collapsed onto Mike's back and came balls deep into Mike's cunt. Jesus got up and moved behind Mike so that when Gabe pulled out, you could see just how deep he had been and just how wrecked Mike's ass was.
Mike stayed on the floor while the guys all high fived and acted like they had just won some obscene game. Getting dressed they looked around and realized that I was still sitting there. "Sorry we ruined your pussy man." Scott said. "Hopefully you can still use him if you want, but I would make him douche first unless you like sloppy thirds....