No Nut November

NO NUT NOVEMBER - CHAPTER 7

No Nut November was turning out very different from how I imagined. Over the next couple days, I had to come to terms with the fact that I'd become so horny from having my cock caged that I'd actually jerked my own roommate off. My bunkmate, no less. I'd jerked off his cock with both of my hands... and then let him cum his load in my mouth. And then... he made me swallow it. Fucking Ryan! Ugh!!

I'd never been so sexually crazy before. I couldn't wait until December 1st. I'd be able to nut at long last, and then I'd be myself again. Until then, I had no choice but to be the crazy version of Ethan.

But also over the next couple days, Ryan didn't come home at night.

Eventually, Bobby texted him to ask what the deal was... he always spent the night here. Bobby said that apparently he'd met some girl at a party and she had a room to herself (she was an upperclassman... er... upperclasswoman?). So Ryan had slept over there for a couple nights.

Ryan was fucking some girl? Man... I couldn't imagine his big cock plowing pussy. I mean, I could imagine it. It would probably hurt a lot. She'd be moaning out in pain but also pleasure because, let's be honest, Ryan had an impressive cock. I wondered if he had cum inside her, or on her tits, or on her ass, or on her face, or in her mouth and made her swallow. No way, he wouldn't dare do to a girl what he had done to me. Forcing my jaw closed, demanding that I swallow his load.

On the third night without Ryan, Bobby and I decided to split a six-pack of beer and play some video games. We ended up playing Mario Kart. I lounged in my sweatpants and a t-shirt. Bobby had his shirt off (typical for him) and wore some gray sweat shorts.

Bobby had this pair of gray sweat shorts he wore a lot. It had a white drawstring, a kind of uneven sawed-off hem, and... okay, I swear I wasn't looking or anything but it's very bulgey. Like the sweat shorts make it so there's no way to not just see his fucking... bulge. I'm pretty sure Bobby is very well-endowed, too, so... anyway.

We played Mario Kart, and Bobby crushed me every time. He even apologized at one point. I asked if he could "go easy on me." To which he replied, "Hell no, I'm not going easy on you, bitch."

When he called me "bitch" for some reason it kind of pissed me off. I don't know why. But I threw the controller, chugged some beer, and stood up.

"Woah, bro... chill!" he said.

I tried to calm down, but it was hard. I felt like I'd just been losing at everything all month. Ryan tricked me into being caged, I'd been forced into swallowing his cum, and now the cherry on top I couldn't win one fucking game of Mario Kart.

"Sorry," I said to Bobby. "I think... just this whole No Nut November thing is making me crazy."

"I bet, bro... sounds... intense," Bobby said, and chuckled.

"Have you ever gone this long without nutting?"

"Definitely not," Bobby said.

"So when was the last time you got your nut?" I asked.

"Like with a girl?"

"Or jacking off. Whatever."

"Oh. Well, I jacked off yesterday," Bobby said.

"Where?" I asked.

"Uh... does it matter?" Bobby asked. He seemed a little uncomfortable. Fuck, I probably sounded like such a fag, asking my roommate for details on his last nut.

"No, no, it doesn't matter," I replied quickly.

Then: "I think it was in the bathroom."

"Our bathroom?" I asked.

"No. During class. There was this super hot girl in front of me and I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her. So I went to the bathroom and jacked off. Hah."

"Damn, just like, in a stall?" I asked incredulous. I didn't think Bobby was the type to jack off in a public restroom.

"No, dude, in a urinal. It was the middle of class so nobody was in the bathroom."

"Woah! That's crazy, bro..." I said. I couldn't imagine Bobby whipping out his dick and just jacking off right there into a urinal. That sounded insane.

"Yeah, honestly, if I was doing No Nut November, I can't even imagine how crazy I would get. You're a real saint for doing this for us."

"Thanks," I said. I really meant it. It was nice for him to say how he appreciated it.

"That like... weird cage thing... I mean like... dude... I don't know how you do it," Bobby continued.

"Yeah... it's, uh... I mean, I find ways to deal with it."

"Like what?" Bobby asked.

I reached down and felt my cage under my sweatpants. My cock was in there somewhere. "I just have to trick myself into not needing to nut."

Bobby turned his naked torso toward me, squinting. "Huh?" He seemed genuinely baffled.

"Yeah... nevermind, it's dumb. Another race?" I turned the focus back to Mario Kart.

"No, no, no... how the fuck do you trick yourself into not needing to nut?"

"Can we not talk about this?"

"Ethan. Bro. Come on."

"Okay... well, when I'm watching porn, I just pretend that I'm the guy, and when he gets his nut, it's like I'm nutting, too." I said it quietly, but clearly, avoiding Bobby's gaze.

"...Huh," he said simply. Then stood and grabbed another beer from our minifridge.

"Can I have one, too?" I asked.

"There's only two more left."

"Oh."

"I kind of want to save them for later, okay? You're good with water?"

"Yeah. Sure. You can have the rest of the beer."

Bobby stared at me for a bit with a bemused expression. I felt like he was judging me. But why? I didn't get it. Did I do something wrong? Fuck, he thought I was so gay for what I said about watching guys nut. Whatever.

I glanced down at his sweat shorts and saw his bulge again. I wondered how big it was. If it looked more impressive than Ryan's. He wasn't into all this stuff, though. Bobby was way more by-the-book.

"So how often do you usually jack off?" I heard myself ask.

Bobby took a swig of beer. "Usually once a day."

"Nice. Me too. I mean, I used to. Obviously not now..." I muttered. Bobby laughed and took another swig of beer. Then I asked, "So have you jacked off today?"

"Where is this going, Ethan?" Bobby asked suddenly.

"Huh? Nothing's going anywhere," I said quickly.

Bobby stood up and chugged the rest of his beer. "Good. I think you need to get some sleep, bro."

And with that, Bobby tossed the beer bottle in the trash, turned off the lights, and climbed into his bed.

That was it? He was going to bed? Was he fucking mad at me? Shit... what did I say? I froze for a long while. Then turned off the Nintendo and climbed into bed. I shed my t-shirt and pulled off my sweatpants. I was just in boxer briefs.

I reached down under the waistband. But instead of feeling my cock I felt a hard, metal cage. I rubbed the smooth metal up and down. Then my fingers slid lower down to graze my balls and then further down toward my asshole.

I rubbed my middle finger across my ass crack, up my balls, then back down, and felt a strange tingling sensation building at the base of my balls. What was I doing?

Bobby started to snore.

I dug the fingernail of my middle finger into my asshole just a little, wiggling my finger into my hole. I breathed heavily as the tip penetrated my asshole.

No. Stop it. I withdrew my finger. I brought it up to my nose and smelled it. My own ass. I was really losing it.

Bobby continued to snore. I wished Ryan was here to take a shower before bed. I was wide awake. I pulled the sheets off and stood up in the room. I pulled off my boxer briefs so I was just in my cage, standing in the dark. What if I just walked out into the hall like this. Exposed, for all my dormmates to see. Would they call me a fag? Tell the whole school I wasn't actually straight. That I was a cum swallower? Because I was a cum swallower. Ryan made me a fucking cum swallower.

I sighed, then walked to the edge of Bobby's bed. He snored, fast asleep. His shoulders were so big and defined. One of his bare feet stuck out from the bottom of the comforter. I knelt by his bed and looked at his foot. It was big. He probably wore size 12 shoes. I felt a weird urge to massage his foot. I'd never massaged another man's foot, but for some reason I thought it might make him feel good.

But he was asleep. I couldn't do that. I noticed the hair on his ankles. How the hair continued up his leg. Under that comforter. Was he wearing underwear? I wondered.

I lifted up the bottom of the comforter and looked underneath. But it was totally dark. It smelled a little musty, still. I lifted the comforter higher to allow some moonlight to spill in.

He was wearing underwear. A part of me deflated, disappointed. Why was I disappointed that my roommate was wearing underwear? Did I actually want to see his dick?

I desperately needed to see someone cum. I realized it with a sudden kind of start. I was wide awake, a little drunk, and suddenly realized that until I saw a guy cum there was no way I was going to be able to sleep. I really was losing my mind.

I pulled on some jeans and a sweater. It was a Thursday night of college. People were still out there partying. And I wasn't ready to go to bed.

I walked to Fraternity Row, knowing there would be parties going on on a Thursday night still. Ever since I had put my finger in my asshole I'd had this tingling feeling in my balls and the base of my cock that wouldn't go away. I felt like I was going completely insane. If only I could just fucking jack off... but obviously the cage around my cock prevented that. I hoped Ryan didn't lose the key. That would be hell.

I was wearing some tight jeans, having not really thought through that might be unwise since I was wearing a cage. I realized I was definitely showing a bulge. Whatever. It was dark, everyone would be drunk. I was wearing a zip-up hoodie sweater over top a tanktop. I figured if it was hot in the party I could take the sweater off and just be in my tanktop. I think I look good in tanktops, even though I'm kind of skinny. Whenever I post pics of myself in a tanktop on Instagram I get a lot of likes.

The first couple frat parties I tried to go into I got turned away. I didn't know anybody in the house, and whatever freshman was assigned door duty looked me up and down and turned me away. I wondered if they noticed my bulge when they looked me up and down.

Luckily, the third time was a charm. I entered the frat house to bumping music and some sweaty guys and girls on the dance floor. A lot of the guys had their shirts off and were grinding with girls. I bet the guys were hard, too. They were probably going to get their nuts tonight.

I strolled around the room, eyeing the different guys. I wondered if any of them would let me watch them have sex. That seemed like a crazy thing to ask, but maybe if I explained my situation they'd understand. Some guys might even like to show off.

I poured myself a beer from the keg and chugged. Maybe getting drunk would help make this fucking tingling sensation in my balls go away. And make me stop looking at every single other guy's bulge. Usually at a party like this I'd be checking out the girls' tits, but all I could think about right now was which guy had the biggest cock.

When I finished my beer, I realized I had to piss. I wandered the hallway of the frat house until I found the bathroom. It had a row of three urinals with no dividers and one stall. I headed for the stall, but then found the toilet had been covered up by a trash bag with a sign: OUT OF ORDER. Well fuck.

I wondered if there was another bathroom. I really didn't want to try and use the urinal with my cage on. But nobody was in the bathroom and I really had to pee. So I decided to say fuck it, and unzipped in front of one of the urinals. I exposed my caged cock and leaned far forward over the urinal as I started to pee.

My piss splashed against the cage some but mostly landed in the urinal. I really hoped I wasn't going to smell like piss. As I was finishing, I realized that normally I wiped my cage with toilet paper after peeing... but since I wasn't in a stall I had none. Fuck. If I put my caged cock back in my underwear I'd get piss on my underwear.

Just then, two guys entered the bathroom. They were drunk and talking loudly about who knows what. Some girls or something. They went to the urinals right next to me. Fuck. There was no divider and my cage was showing. I angled myself toward the wall while I considered my options. Then I heard them both start pissing a healthy stream, still talking to each other.

I turned and looked over. There was no divider, so I could see the guy next to me's dick while he pissed. He wasn't even holding it. It just hung forward with piss streaming out. This guy was definitely drunk. His dick was really fat. Realizing I was staring at some stranger's dick, I shook myself back to reality and put my caged dick back in my pants. I was wearing white Calvin Kleins, and I felt them get wet from my piss-soaked cage. Oh well. The whole party smelled like piss anyway.

I left the bathroom feeling kind of ashamed. I don't know why I looked at that guy's dick. It's not like he was jacking off and I was going to see him cum. He was just pissing. I'm so weird.

And then, on the dance floor, I saw him. Ryan.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, running up to him, my eyes wide.

"Oh, what's up, Eth?" he asked nonchalantly.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

"Didn't Bobby tell you? I've been staying at this chick's place. It's been a real marathon, buddy, haha," Ryan smirked and chugged some beer.

"What about tonight? Are you coming home? Wanna take a shower?"

Ryan shrugged. "Will probably go to her place again."

"Why?" I asked. I sounded pathetic.

"She gives great head, bro, what can I say?" Ryan laughed. Then he noticed me shifting uncomfortably. "You okay, Ethan?"

I drank some more beer. "Can you please take a shower in the dorm tonight?" I asked quietly.

"Oh. Damn. You're like... going through it, aren't you, bud?" Ryan asked. He seemed a little amused. I did not find it amusing at all. "You need to see me nut that bad?"

I nodded, then stared at my feet. It was the only way this tingling in my balls was going to go away. I knew it.

"Well, I just don't really want to waste my nut on you, bro... not when Lili is gonna blow me. You get it, right?"

From his perspective, I got it. Of course he'd rather get a blowjob than just jack off in front of his kneeling roommate. "Maybe I could watch?" I heard myself suggesting.

Ryan shook his head. "She wouldn't go for that. Ah man, I feel bad for you... you really need to see me nut, don't you?"

Ryan was wearing a tanktop and a backwards hat with gray sweatpants. I glanced down and saw his bulge. "I thought we were in this together. $600." I said.

"Okay, okay..." Ryan glanced around. "Come with me." He walked down the hall and I followed, suddenly excited. Ryan had a plan. Ryan always had a plan.

Ryan led me into the kitchen and then through a door into a walk-in pantry. He shut the door behind him and turned on the pantry lights. We were surrounded by all kinds of random snacks and dry goods. Ryan immediately pulled his sweatpants and underwear down to his knees and his hung cock flopped out.

I instinctively dropped to my knees to watch as he wrapped his hand around his cock. "Actually, you do it," Ryan commanded me. I shifted closer and took hold of his big dick with my own hand. It felt warm and really good to hold for some reason. Something in me was already relaxing as I jerked my roommate's dick and felt it growing harder. I used my other hand, too, and I imagined how good it must feel to be jerked off like that, with a dick so big it required two hands. Ryan closed his eyes and relaxed while I jerked him.

I felt my cock growing harder in my cage. Fuck. I needed to not think about my own dick and just focus on Ryan's. His dick was all that mattered right now.

I continued jerking Ryan off. He sipped his beer occasionally, watching me. Then, after awhile -- "Okay, I think I'm gonna head back to the party."

"But... you're still hard," I said. Was I not doing a good job?

"Yeah, it's better if I save my load for Lili anyway," Ryan shrugged.

"No!" I yelled. "Come on, man... I'm even more worked up now. You can't let me jerk you off and then not let me see you nut."

Ryan sighed. "If you want to see me nut, you're gonna have to make it make sense for me."

Make sense? "What do you mean?"

"I was expecting to nut from a blowjob tonight," Ryan said simply. I gulped, and my eyes traveled down to stare at the dick in front of me. He couldn't be expecting me to...

"Ethan," Ryan said. "Do you want to suck my dick?"

"No, of course not," I said rapidly.

Ryan shrugged and started pulling up his sweatpants. I grabbed the waistband to stop him. "Dude, come on. Don't be a bitch."

"Can't I just jerk you off? You can cum on me or whatever you want."

"What I want is a blowjob, Ethan. So if you want my nut so bad, you need to shut the fuck up and wrap your lips around my cock," Ryan said in a low voice.

I gulped and licked my lips. Was I really going to suck a dick? This seemed like it was going too far. But Ryan had been planning to nut from getting a blowjob, and he seemed set on that. I had no choice. This was a real low point.

"...Okay," I said very quietly.

"Okay, what?"

"I'll do it."

"You'll do what?" Ryan asked, smirking.

"Don't make me say it, Ryan..."

Ryan started pulling up his sweatpants again. "No! Please... okay... I'll... suck your dick." Hearing myself say the words made me red in the face from embarrassment.

"Good." Ryan grabbed his cock by the base and pointed it at my face. "Careful with your teeth. Don't try to deepthroat it right away."

"Deepthroat?"

"Yeah. We'll work up to that," Ryan said as he slipped the tip of his cock onto my lips and put his hand behind my head.

I opened my mouth and let the tip of Ryan's cock onto my tongue. It was warm and a little salty tasting. Ryan pushed his dick farther into my mouth, and I opened wide to try and take it. "There you go, open wide, Ethan."

I closed my eyes as I felt Ryan pushing his cock in and out of my mouth. I was on my knees sucking my roommate's fucking cock. This cage had made me lose my fucking mind.

"Come on, suck it," Ryan said. I slowly bobbed my head up and down on his shaft. It was so big in my mouth, my jaw was hurting from staying open so wide. "Remember, just imagine what would feel good if it were your cock."

That's right. I had to imagine Ryan's dick was my own, and his pleasure was mine. I ran my tongue from the base of his dick all the way to the tip. "Damn," Ryan muttered. He liked it! I licked his dick again, from the base to the tip. I held his cockhead on my tongue and looked up at him. He smirked down at me.

I wrapped my lips around his cock and jerked the base with one hand as I rhythmically sucked and jerked him. My mouth was salivating, and my drool covered his hard cock.

"Faster," he commanded, and I picked up the pace, loudly sucking on his cock. Then Ryan pulled the back of my head toward him and shoved his hard dick into my throat.

I choked and gagged, my eyes watering. "Relax!" he commanded. I tried to pull my head back, but he had a firm grip. At last he let go and I gasped for air, gagging, my face red, drool dangling from my lips.

"Dude, what the fuck?!" I said.

"I warned you the deepthroat was gonna be tough," Ryan said, shrugging. "That's how I like to cum, though, so try and take it all in. Okay, Ethan?"

I nodded, then wrapped my lips around his dick again. I slowly slid him in my throat inch by inch, fighting all the urges I had to gag.

"There you go, bud! Good job, take that whole big dick in your mouth."

I did it! My nose was in Ryan's trimmed pubes, and his whole cock was in my throat and mouth. I did it.

Ryan grabbed my head with two hands and started thrusting his shaft all the way in and out of my mouth. I just tried to take it all without gagging, looking up at him. He looked like he was feeling really good, which made me feel awesome. I was totally gonna get his nut. I sure hoped none of the frat guys needed to get a snack from this pantry right now.

He thrust his dick faster and faster into my mouth and then I saw his breathing quicken. It was about to happen.

"Fuck yeah, suck that cock, bitch," Ryan muttered. Did he really have to call me bitch? He'd already made be suck his cock. I guess that did make me kind of a bitch. But I had no choice.

I felt his dick throbbing in my mouth. "Here comes my nut, Ethan, get ready!" He shoved his cock deep into my throat and then I felt a rocket of cum splashing the back of my throat as his dick throbbed hard inside my mouth.

Ryan kept cumming in my mouth and I tried to swallow as it came so I wouldn't choke. His warm, sweet loads of cum were filling my stomach. "Oh fuck yeah, swallow it all."

When at last Ryan finished nutting, he slipped his dick out of my mouth and playfully slapped me in the face with it. "You did a really good job, Ethan." Ryan ruffled my hair like I was his kid brother and I'd gotten an "A" on a class project. I felt incredibly self-conscious. But also relieved I did a good job. And when Ryan nutted, that tingling sensation in my balls went away. I felt at peace. I could definitely sleep now.

"See you around," Ryan said and slipped out of the pantry. I was left alone, still on my knees, jaw sore, eyes watering, face flushed. I could still taste Ryan's cum in my mouth. And still felt a little dampness in my white Calvins from my piss-soaked cage.

That fucking cage was the reason I'd just sucked dick for the first time. I sucked an actual male dick. My roommate's dick. I let him face fuck me and then cum in my throat. I really was a fucking pathetic bitch. What was it about Ryan that always made me do crazy shit?

As I walked home from the frat party, I rubbed my sore jaw. I could still taste Ryan's cum, and I couldn't stop thinking about how big his cock felt when it throbbed deep in my throat.

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