So when Craig saw the note on our door, "need bj. xxx-xxx-xxxx." he sent me off as if on a mission to put some poor freshman boy out of his misery. As I was walking up the stairs to the fourth floor—I feel sorry for whoever lives up there---I'm thinking that I'm surprised Craig didn't strip me naked before sending me to this guy so I could walk around the dorm naked some more. Damn how he's into that!
When I get to room 403 I hear loud music playing inside. I have to knock on the door several times before it opens. A chunky football-type guy in jeans and a pullover greets me. Tough-looking guy and it makes me feel a bit too vulnerable. "Get in here, faggot!" he says to me, but not in a nasty or disrespectful way.
I go inside. He puts his hand on my back and guides me over to where he wants me to stand. I just let go and let this hunk be in charge. I can't wait to get my mouth over his goal posts! (Sorry!)
Damn, he really wants to be in charge. "Kick off the sneaks!" he orders as he pulls my t-shirt up and off me then quickly toys with my sore nipples and I start praying he won't work them over. He runs his knuckles down my chest, pressing in pretty hard and causing me to collapse my stomach as he gets to the top of my jeans. I go to open them but he gently takes my hand and puts it behind me again. I let him open them himself and quickly get them off me, making me hold up one leg at a time so he can pull off my sock then the pants leg.
I'm naked. Nervous, but in a nice way. I know this guy isn't going to hurt me. I know this guy is turning me on like crazy by the way he's dealing with me. "Come on, hunky dude, own me for as long as you need," I think to myself.
Unlike less experienced guys, he doesn't try to jiggle the cage but just runs his fingers off it and down on my balls. Automatically, as I've been trained by others, I spread my legs a bit and realize that I just offered this guy my balls. He can do what he wants to them.
He holds them. Runs his thumb over each one separately. Lightly smacks them with the back of his hand, keeping his eyes on my face at all times. He can tell when it's starting to get to me. He can also tell that I'm not objecting in any way. He smiles and tightens his grip on my scrotum and starts slapping my balls more aggressively, listening to my ooof's, noticing it when I try to bend over because of the pain.
"Good faggot!" he says as he takes his hands off my junk.
"Spit okay:?"
I'm tempted to say "anything you want at all," but realize that would be manipulative. Just answer the goddam question as he asked it. I nod my head then lower my eyes.
"Look at me," he demands in a louder voice. "keep your fucking eyes locked on mine all the time so I can see how I'm getting to you." And with that he slaps my face. "Open your mouth, bitch" he orders. I open. He spits then pushes my chin up to close my mouth. "Swallow."
He gets into a rhythm. "Slap, open, spit, close, swallow." Over and over. A couple times he had to pause so he could work up some saliva to spit into my mouth. I'm getting real dry. "Stay there," he says as he goes to his little fridge to take out a bottle of water. I'm so fucking thirsty now. thank God. Swallow spit doesn't lubricate my mouth, I discover.
He crews off the top of the bottle and takes a big mouthful. He puts his lips to mine and it doesn't take long for me to figure out he's feeding the water from his own mouth. Perfectly hot! Three times I drink from him. You know me: I'm having a real good time despite the fact that I can't get hard.
He puts the bottle down and grabs me by my sac again, pulling me towards his bed. He sits himself down on it and then yanks my balls down hard. I drop to my knees and he lets go of me. "Good faggot."
He leans back on the bed. "Open my pants, get `em down below my knees."
He helps so it doesn't take long. His cock springs up. About 6.5, I'd say, real big head then curving to the right. I can smell his musk. It's not that he's dirty, but he probably hasn't showered since the morning. "Sniff the balls," he orders and I get right down in there. He's very hairy and it tickles when I try to get my face buried under his dick to take a good sniff. He thrusts his hips up to make it easier.
"Lick me clean, faggot. All over."
What a feast, although I must say that I'm not a fan of all this crotch hair that keeps ending up in my mouth.
"Okay. Suck me." He's covered with precum and the head of his cock glistens in the light. I make a big deal of licking it all off before I get the head in my mouth and start to toy with it with my tongue they way most guys go wild over. Not him.
He takes his cock out of my mouth and slaps me really hard. "I said suck me. Not toy with me. Fuck your faggot mouth with my dick, faggot."
Part of me wants to "fuck you" him but my training in obedience pays off because I get right to it and before long I'm gagging as the head of his cock tries to break through to my gut. "Fuck yeah!
he says, this hot jock of few words. It's clear to me at this point that we're not going to sit down and analyze things after he finally shoots his load.
The big head of his dick feels good pressing into my gag spot and I get some masochistic pleasure out of continuing to gag on him every time I go down.
"Take it, bitch!" he cries out and cums into my mouth with a sort of roar. The guy is a beast. Not a very big load, though. This is obviously not the first load he shot since lunchtime.
And that's it. "Get your clothes on and leave. Don't touch nothing." He yanks his pants up and leaves the room, probably heading for the bathroom. I only get my jeans and sneaks on, with my socks in my pockets, holding my shirt, and quickly get the fuck back to my room. I'll not be returning to room 403 again. I felt like I was just some cheap whore being used by a hunk suffering from toxic masculinity. Or treated like an object.
And do you know what? I'm not into that. Surprising? From now on someone's gotta chat with me before getting anything out of me. Sorry if this makes me sound like a cunt. We all have our limits.
I tell Craig all about it and he gets it. That's one of the things I like about him; he usually gets it when I try to explain something about myself. "There's one exception," he tells me. "You'll blow any of my friends I tell you to blow. If they're my friends that means they have an automatic pass. Besides, I'll be watching the whole thing so they won't get carried away."
I have no problem with this, especially since Craig is going to watch me suck his buddies off. The more he gets to see me in action, the greater the chance that he'll finally decide to let me have at his own gorgeous juicy cock.
I go to take a shower before Jeffrey comes to pick me up. When I get back to the room, Jeffery is there already, much to my surprise. Not only that, but seems like he and Craig are arguing over something. What's going on?
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