No Nut November

NO NUT NOVEMBER - CHAPTER 8

The next morning I woke up feeling hazy. I had a little bit of a stomach ache for some reason, and as I laid in bed, my actions the previous night came rushing back to me. I remembered trying to get a look at my roommate Bobby's dick while he was sleeping. I remembered finding Ryan at a party.

And then I remembered being on my knees deepthroating Ryan's cock. Sucking his whole shaft while he pulled the back of my head to make me choke on it. Had I really done that? Had I really sucked another boy's cock? It felt like a weird dream that I wanted to forget. That wasn't me who had sucked Ryan's dick. That wasn't the real Ethan.

Eventually I got out of bed and stretched in my white Calvins. Ryan wasn't around, but Bobby was playing video games on the couch. I looked down at my cage bulging in my underwear. Bobby knew I was wearing it, so I guess it didn't matter. He probably thought I was pathetic, letting another boy lock my cock away like this. But November wouldn't last forever, and at the end it would be worth it for $600.

I slipped a towel around my waist and slipped off my underwear. Grabbed my toiletries and headed for the showers in just my towel.

When I arrived, there was a bit of a line. Damn it. I hated lines. And near the front of the line was Ryan. He was mid-conversation with another boy on our floor named Peter.

"Yeah she sucked me off in a closet, it was nuts," Ryan bragged.

"No way, bro... at the frat house?" Peter asked incredulously. "How'd you get her to do it?"

"She was basically begging to suck my cock. I nutted in her mouth and everything."

"Damn, I wish I had that kind of game."

What girl was Ryan talking about? Some girl had sucked him off at the frat house also? Also in a closet?

Just then Ryan noticed me and smirked. "It was her first time deepthroating, too." Ryan winked at me.

It was me. He was talking about me. I was this "girl." My blood boiled a little bit. Someone came out of a shower and it was Ryan's turn.

"I'll see you around, bro," Ryan gave Peter a high-five and headed to a shower. He slipped his towel off just before he walked into his stall, showing off a brief glimpse of his dick to all the guys in line as he stepped in. The dick he'd made me suck. And deepthroat.

I kept waiting in the line of about four guys, all wearing nothing but towels around their waists. They were mostly talking about partying the night before, hooking up with girls, etc. I stayed silent. I felt like I couldn't talk to them about anything.

When it was my turn to shower, I stepped into the stall next to Ryan's. As I washed myself, I wondered if I was going to end up jerking him off in the shower again tonight. Or the next night. I didn't know if I wanted to keep doing this. It was starting to go too far.

As I shampooed, I heard a fap-fap-fap sound from the stall beside me. Ryan was masturbating. Part of me was outraged he was being so blatant. And part of me was outraged he was wasting his nut without me there. Which is a weird thought, but I felt like it was rude for him to nut right beside me when I couldn't get the benefit of seeing it happen.

I heard a faint whispered, "Fuckkk..." from him. He was probably nutting right now. While several other guys all waited for him to finish showering. I couldn't believe his audacity. And then I realized I was getting hard in my cage. My fucking dick was just so uncontrollable these days.

Ryan finished showering and left, and I felt a little relieved. I completed my normal shower routine, turned off the water, and reached for my towel.

But my towel wasn't there.

I panicked and poked my head out. There were about four guys waiting for showers. The hook where I'd hung my towel was empty. It wasn't on the floor. It wasn't anywhere. Someone had taken it, either by accident or... on purpose. Would Ryan have done something like that? It seemed unbelievably cruel.

I closed the shower curtain and stood there, silently, panicking. There was another towel hanging outside someone else's shower. I could steal that one. But it wasn't within arms reach, so I'd have to run out to get it. Maybe someone out there would just be kind enough to get me an extra towel... it was worth a shot.

"Hey, I think someone took my towel!" I said to the room, my voice cracking.

I heard a couple faint chuckles.

"Come on, can somebody give it back?" I pleaded.

The guys outside chatted with each other:

"Who's in there?" -- "Ethan." -- "Who?" -- "Ethan. Ryan and Bobby's roommate." -- "You know, he's got brown hair, skinny, dimples."

"Sorry bud, looks like you're gonna have to do a naked run. Welcome to college!" Laughs broke out.

No fucking way was I doing a naked run. I was wearing a metal cage around my fucking cock.

"Please, come on... I really need a towel guys."

"Don't be embarrassed by your tiny prick, bro!"

And then my shower curtain flung open, and one of the guys on my floor got a full glimpse of me soaking wet and naked. He started to laugh and then his eyes scanned down to see my cage. He appeared dumbfounded for a second. "What the fuck?!"

I turned beet red and sprinted past him, my hands trying desperately to cover my caged cock. My shoulder slammed against his as I tried to escape. Four other boys in towels cheered and howled as I ran past them.

But then my bare foot slipped on the wet tile, and my legs flew out under me. My hands instinctually went to break my fall as I landed hard on my bare ass in the middle of the boys on my floor.

And every one of them saw my cage. "Woahhh, dude, what the fuck is that thing?" One of them said.

I scrambled away from them on the floor to the entrance of the bathroom, climbed to my feet, and sprinted down the hall back to my dorm room. Behind me I heard them chuckling in disbelief. "The fuck is wrong with Ethan's dick?" I heard one of them say.

This was my worst nightmare. The guys on my floor had found me out. It wasn't just Ryan and Bobby who knew I was wearing a cage now. They were probably going to tell the rest of the floor. Hell, they'd tell the rest of the dorm. Everyone would know I was a freak.

I banged on the door of our dorm. I'd left my toiletries and key card in the shower. "Open the fucking door!" I screamed. And banged some more. I was stranded in the hallway totally naked. I really hoped nobody else walked by.

After a moment, Ryan opened the door. He was still in just his towel, a large bulge protruding from underneath where he tied the towel. "Hey there, buddy," he smirked.

On my bed, I saw my towel. "YOU!" I screamed. "You fucking asshole. You did this?"

Ryan shrugged. "I thought it would be funny, dude..."

"What'd you do?" Bobby asked. He was still sitting on the couch. He turned and there was a slight shock on his face seeing me dripping wet in my cage, red in the face.

"I took his towel so he had to do a naked run," Ryan said.

"Damn..." Bobby replied. "That's pretty cruel. Did the other guys see your thing?" He gestured to my cage. I nodded.

"I'm done with all of this," I spat. I really was. Between having to suck Ryan's dick last night and getting exposed to my dormmates... this wasn't me anymore, and I didn't like it.

"Eth, settle down, bro," Ryan said.

"No. Unlock me. I'm done with this."

Ryan looked to Bobby. "Honestly bro," Bobby said, "if he wants out that bad, you gotta just let him out."

Ryan looked at me coldly. "Fine." He dug around in his closet for awhile before procuring a key. "Sit." He pointed at the couch.

I sat on the couch beside Bobby, who looked at me like I was part alien. Ryan bent down and grabbed hold of my cage. "Dude," Bobby said. "You're touching it?"

Ryan shrugged. "I'll wash my hands." He inserted the key into my cage and with a click, unlocked it. He pulled it off, and my dick and balls fell in-between my legs. I was free.

I stared a moment at my dick and balls. I hadn't really seen them in awhile. I reached out and wrapped one hand around my shaft. It sent a strange shiver through my body. I hadn't been able to feel my own shaft in so long.

For some reason, it felt smaller than I remembered. I guess I had been so used to holding Ryan's dick and imagining it was my own... I forgot how much thicker his dick was than mine.

"Uh... bro? What are you doing?" Bobby said, clearly uncomfortable I had wrapped my hand around my dick.

"He's probably just remembering how small his dick is," Ryan said, shrugging.

"My dick isn't small," I said. Ryan and Bobby exchanged looks.

"Maybe you're a grower," Bobby said. "I wouldn't worry about it."

"Just because you guy have big dicks... mine is... it's above average, okay?"

"How do you know I have a big dick?" Bobby asked.

Ryan laughed. "Don't act like everyone doesn't know you're packing, bro."

Bobby laughed back. "Yeah, I guess so... fuckin' bitches always telling on me."

"Well, Ethan, are you happy? Go ahead and jack off that little dick of yours, ruin our shot at the money."

"Don't jack off in front of me!" Bobby said quickly.

"My dick isn't little! It's 7 inches!" I exclaimed. "...When it's hard, I mean."

"Sure it is," Bobby said, looking at Ryan.

"It is!" I knew it was. I'd been measuring my dick since I was in middle school. I knew how it had been growing. And I'd been told it was big. I knew that 7" was well above average, and I was proud of it.

Fuck it, I thought. I started jerking off my cock. It was such a weird feeling to jack off my own dick again. It took shorter strokes than with Ryan's. I wouldn't be able to use two hands like I could with his.

"Oh, well there he goes," Ryan said.

"Dude, what the fuck..." Bobby groaned.

"No, you guys are trying to call me out, and I'm gonna prove myself, okay?"

Bobby stood up. "I'm out. I don't want to see this shit." He grabbed some things and left Ryan and me alone.

When he was gone, I looked at Ryan, feeling suddenly nervous it was just me and him.

"Go ahead," Ryan said, gesturing to my dick. Ryan was still in his towel, his happy trail leading down to some trimmed pubes exposed over top the towel. As I jerked off my dick, I noticed how he had a light dusting of chest hair and well-defined pecs.

I kept jerking for another minute, but I wasn't getting hard. "What's wrong?" Ryan asked.

What was wrong? I hadn't jacked off in forever... why wasn't I getting hard right now?

"Here, I'll give you some porn to watch," Ryan slapped me on the back, hard. I actually yelped a little bit. Why had he slapped me so hard? That might leave a mark.

He stood up in front of me and dropped his towel, exposing his hung cock. Fuck it was big. He grabbed it in his hand and started stroking it in front of me.

"Ethan... be honest... does your cock feel smaller than you remember?"

I didn't want to dignify that with a response. I was proud of my cock.

"It's okay... it's just because you're used to mine. You'll get used to yours again, eventually."

I stared at Ryan's cock, transfixed, and suddenly realized I was rock hard.

"There you go, Eth. You got a boner. Feels good, doesn't it?"

I nodded.

"But there is no way that thing is 7 inches."

"It is!" I argued. Ryan sighed and sauntered to his desk. He grabbed a ruler and tossed it to me.

"Measure it," he commanded.

I put the ruler beside my cock and pressed it into my body. Sure enough -- seven inches. I was right. "See?" I said.

Ryan laughed. "Bro... bro... that's not how you measure a dick." He took the ruler from me. What the fuck did he mean that wasn't how you measured it?

"There is a standard way to measure dick size. It's what any experiment that comes out with an average dick size or whatever uses," Ryan informed me.

He sat beside me and placed the ruler on top of my hard dick. "See, you have to put it on top of the dick like this. If you put it to the side like you did, you inflate the measurement. "Okay... wait, is this really as hard as you can get?"

I sighed, and jerked my cock a little bit more. Then Ryan put the ruler back ontop of my shaft. He leaned in close to take a reading. "Looks like your dick is 5 and 3/4 inches, buddy."

I looked at the ruler. He was right. It was 5 3/4 inches long. It was 1 and 1/4 inches shorter when measured this way. "But-" I started.

"Average dick size is 6 inches when measured this way. So that means you're actually below average," Ryan said.

I felt some deep shame. I'd been doing it wrong for years. For years I thought I had a big dick, bigger than all my friends. But it turns out more than likely my friends had bigger dicks than me. Mine was below average. My girlfriend had totally lied to me.

"Should we measure mine?" Ryan asked. I shrugged. My dick was rapidly growing soft, even smaller than before. Ryan took my hand and placed it on his warm, thick cock. "Jerk it for me."

I absent-mindedly jerked Ryan's shaft up and down and felt it hardening in my hand. His cock felt weirdly more familiar to me now than my own had. As I continued jerking his big cock, mine became completely soft and small. Ryan took the ruler and put it on top of his dick. "What's it say?" he asked me, even though he could clearly read it.

I leaned close to his dick to read the ruler. I could smell it. "Eight inches."

"Right, and that's doing it the correct way. So then how much bigger is mine than yours?" he asked me, as if he were my schoolteacher.

"...two and a quarter inches bigger."

"That's right. Mine is over two inches bigger than yours. So I guess you were wrong about yours being big after all, huh?" Ryan smirked. He really had to rub it in, didn't he? I felt so embarrassed. I couldn't believe Bobby had seen my small dick exposed like that, too.

I became very self-conscious having Ryan's giant, hard cock so close to my own small, soft one. I covered mine with one hand. Ryan noticed.

"You're embarrassed?"

I shrugged.

"It's okay... here, let's put it back in its cage," Ryan said as he picked up the pieces to my metal cage. He slipped my soft cock and balls back inside. "Okay?"

I nodded, staring distantly as I heard the key turn and the lock click. My cock and balls were locked away again.

"There, that's better," Ryan said. "Now keep jerking me."

I did as he said, reaching up with my other hand to jerk his dick. I really wished I had his dick. It was so perfect.

"I don't want you to feel bad, Ethan. It doesn't matter what size your dick is. Because you just have to worry about my dick. And lucky for you, mine is huge." Ryan smirked and put his hands up on his head as I kept jerking him.

I stared at his cock and felt it throbbing in my hands. He had just nutted in the shower, was he really going to nut again? I saw his biceps flexing as he kept his hands on his head, just standing there while I serviced his cock. I decided I may as well enjoy it if I was doing it, and I tried to imagine his pleasure was my pleasure again. His cock was my cock. All eight inches of it.

But after a few minutes, nothing was happening. "Am I... doing a good job?" I asked tentatively.

Ryan sighed. "I just nutted in the shower, so probably won't nut again. Sorry, bro." He grabbed his towel and started to walk away.

"Wait, no..." I said. I felt like a failure, not getting his nut. "Let me keep trying."

Ryan tousled my hair. "All right, bud." I started jerking his dick again. Then, Ryan said, "Why don't you do that thing you did last night? It felt so good."

He wanted me to suck him again. I remembered how much he liked when I liked his shaft all the way from the base to the tip. I didn't want to give a whole blowjob, that was too gay. But if it was going to help him nut, maybe I could just lick it.

I leaned in and ran my tongue from the base of Ryan's shaft all the way to the tip, inhaling his boyish musk.

"Oh, fuck yeah, that feels so good, Eth. I love that."

My heart beat a little faster. He loved it. I did it again, licking his entire penis.

"That's good, lick that whole big shaft."

Then he grabbed the base of his dick with one hand, the back of my head with the other, and stuck his cock in my mouth. Suddenly I was sucking on the tip of his dick. He was making me give him a blowjob again.

"This is definitely gonna make me nut, come on, suck it up and down."

I could tell he was close by how he was talking dirty like this, in sort of a low growly voice. He was definitely going to nut if I sucked him, so maybe it was okay if I just sucked him the rest of the way. Otherwise I might not get his nut.

I bobbed my head up and down along his shaft, slurping, feeling his big cock throbbing.

And then, without warning, Ryan pulled his dick out of my mouth and started nutting huge ropes of cum all over my chest and stomach. I watched them flood out of his shaft and cover me in sticky warmth. "Fuck yeah, take that nut... oh fuck," he closed his eyes as he pumped his shaft and covered me in his college boy load.

When he was done, he cupped his hand to my face. "That was awesome, Ethan. I'm proud of you. But you better go shower again."

Thanks again for reading! Apologies it's been so long since I last posted. Chapters are going to be coming out a little slower as I'm a bit busy, but I promise I'm still working on writing chapters for everything that happened in November. I've been getting a lot of really nice emails from everybody, and I'm trying to respond as much as possible, but I'm sorry if I missed your email.

You can still reach me at ethanjsharp@gmail.com -- hope I helped you get your nut just like I've been helping Ryan :)