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Pornlandia, Chapter 9 By ThePhallocrat - thephallocrat@gmail.com
I'll try to tell the story as close to how Andrew told it to me, as much as I can remember the details. But I was pretty much on the edge of my seat and trying to visualize everything vividly, so I think I remember pretty much everything.
Andrew launched right into it, like he was suddenly eager to get it off his chest. "From the moment we rejoined the tour, it became super obvious to me why Cody had asked to leave the lunch and eat with us. And why he looked absolutely miserable about going back. There weren't as many other prospective students as I expected, but there was a small group of four of them with the jockiest, douchiest vibe. I know jocky douchey college guys, I hung with that crowd, remember? I was one of them."
"You were not a douche!!" I protested at that point.
"You didn't know me freshman year, dude. Anyway, I knew the type. And when they saw Cody and said something amongst themselves and started laughing, and when I saw Cody get really pale and scared in response, I knew, man. I just knew."
"These asshats seemed to be there on their own, no parents or chaperones or anything. What's up with that? And I could tell the tour guide was sick to death of them already, she looked like she wanted to smack them. And after just one minute around them I wanted to help her. God, they were insufferable. Looking around at everything and laughing at everything like they owned the place. Like they were too cool for college and for us and for everybody. Like younger, shittier versions of Johnny."
"Ew," I said.
"Fucking ew is right. Their ringleader, or at least he seemed to be the alpha dog, was this dirtbag named Kyle. Of course his name was Kyle, right? Wearing this dumb ass hat and swaggering around like he was tough shit. He kept looking at me and Cody and sneering. Grinning at Cody ear to ear like ... I dunno. Like a cat grinning at a mouse."
"I asked Cody, hey did those guys say something to you earlier? Were they bothering you? But he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't say no, though, which pretty much gave it away. Of course I got pissed. This angry big brother red mist. I just about went over and kicked some ass. But I think Cody could tell I was mad and begged me not to do anything. He was practically crying. I didn't want to make things worse for him so I took a deep breath and told him it was cool. But I told myself that if any of them so much as breathed the wrong way at my little bro, they were gonna regret it."
"That is," I said, drooling, "So fucking hot."
He looked shocked. "Is it?"
"This is part of the porn dude. This is doing it for me."
"You're turned on at the thought of me beating up some teenager?" he said, laughing, but a little concerned.
"Turned on at the thought of you protecting your little brother, man. Being his hero. It's hot as hell."
"Yeah, well. We don't even know if he's REALLY my little brother. Or if he's even real. Right?"
I shrugged and sighed. "Save the philosophy for later. I'm too horny right now to sort real from not real. You know? And either way, you clearly care about him."
"Yeah. He was white as a ghost the whole day and so miserable. It was breaking my fucking heart, dude. I'm sorry you haven't seen what he's normally like, what I remember him being like - porn-generated or not. He laughs, he talks a lot, he's like a little puppy dog. I love that about him. I hate seeing him scared and sad and lonely like he's been today. I hate that they did that to him."
"I made sure we kept our distance from those assholes as we went around the campus, looking at buildings. I kept asking Cody what he thought, if he could see himself studying here, telling him he'd be close to me so he could come visit a lot, and he just sort of forced a smile and nodded. He barely seemed to be paying attention to the college. I don't blame him, those guys kept getting louder and more annoying. The tour guide asked them to quiet down several times, but she's only a few years older than them and they clearly didn't give a fuck about anything or anybody but themselves. I bet they were lacrosse players."
"Andrew!" I said, with mock offense, "What would Braden say? I thought we learned not all lacrosse players are bad."
"Right, Braden is cool. Now. But I bet he was like these guys in college. I can't judge. I was pretty awful too. But not like this. I hope not. Anyway, eventually we got to the building where they teach art and design. Cody is thinking about studying art. Or maybe architecture or something? He draws really well, did I tell you that? Well, it's relevant because everybody had to put in what they were thinking of majoring in when they signed up for the tour, so the guide knew Cody was into art. So she sorta called it out, trying to be nice. She was like: oh, Cody, this is where you would take art classes since you want to study that."
"And those asshats laughed so much. One of them said `of course he does' and I am 90 percent certain I heard Kyle mutter... you know. The big one. The F slur. I don't wanna say it to you. You know what I mean."
"I've heard it before, Andrew," I said.
"I used to say it all the time. In college. Didn't even think about it. It was just a word the guys used. Pretty sure I said it a few times around you back then, not like calling you that but just like using it to describe other people. And I'm really sorry."
"You don't have to--"
"Dude, just let me fucking apologize. Looking at Kyle was sorta like. Looking at the worst parts of my past self or some shit. I hated it. I don't wanna be like that. So I'm sorry."
I was touched but mortified, I didn't want him to beat himself up. "I don't remember you saying it around me, but I appreciate the apology all the same. Really."
"Anyway, I lost my shit at that point, and maybe you can understand why I did. I cleared my throat and took a couple of steps towards the boys and was like, do we have a problem here? Kyle seemed a little surprised, but not nearly as intimidated as I was hoping. I think he was too shocked to be intimidated, and of course he didn't want to look weak in front of his boys. They did quiet down a bit though. But from that moment on, I had it in for Kyle. I wanted to destroy him. And I had him all figured out: he put up a big show, but he was a coward underneath. I could smell it. And without his boys at his back he had nothing, he'd break like a twig. And then I could do whatever I wanted to him. I started listing the awful things I wanted to do to him, in my head. I've never thought so many violent things about a person before, it was kind of scary. But kind of thrilling?"
"Anyway, Cody was desperately pulling on my arm to stop me. I get it, he just didn't want more attention on himself. But also I sorta wanted to show him... I dunno, that standing up for yourself is ok? And that he doesn't deserve to be treated that way?"
I interrupted his story again to give him a long and deep kiss, plunging my tongue as far back in his throat as I could, then pulled away. "Ahem. Sorry. I had to. Continue."
"I didn't do anything for a while," Andrew went on, "I wanted Cody -- well, and more importantly, Kyle -- to think I'd dropped it. I wanted his guard to be down. But I dunno maybe like after 20 minutes or so, Kyle asked the tour lady if there was a bathroom nearby and went off to it. Alone, without his buddies. So I saw my moment."
"Andrew, oh my god."
"I know! I can't believe I..." he shook his head, "Feels like a dream now. I told Cody I was going to go piss and fortunately I don't think he noticed that Kyle had gone into that bathroom too or he might have suspected what I was up to. Well, I didn't think he'd noticed at the time, but we'll get to that later. When I went in, Kyle was at a urinal and didn't notice me. I was so angry. I wasn't even thinking, I just grabbed him by the back of the shirt and pulled him away from the urinal and up against the wall. He was mid-piss too, pee going everywhere. He shouted but I put my hand over his mouth. Like, I don't think I'm a weak guy or anything, but I suddenly felt 10 times stronger than him."
"I was like, listen you piece of shit, right in his ear, you know, low and scary, I said: you disrespect my brother again and I'll tear your cock right off. Something like that. It sounds lame now, but I dunno, I was really angry and I think it sounded pretty believable. But also I, uhhhh sorta grabbed his dick. It was just flopping out and I wanted him to know I could do exactly what I threatened. He stopped struggling and his eyes got wide. He was really really scared. But there was something else to it. I mean, up to this point, it hadn't occurred to me at all that this was part of the porn, one of your kinky fantasies--"
I blushed and shrugged apologetically.
"But then I felt something weird, like a pulsing, in my hand. I looked down and there was pee all over his jeans and on the ground. But he was getting hard too. The harder I held him in place, the more frightened he was, the harder he was getting, filling right up in my hands like my touch had just turned every part of him on. He liked it, the little perv."
"Fuck, Andrew," I said, laughing. I was tenting up now too.
"So then I was like... Oh I get you now. I see what's going on here. You like to bully guys you think are gay because you're into dudes yourself and you can't handle that fact. He shook his head trying to deny it, I still wasn't letting him speak with my hand over his mouth, but it was so clear I was right. I squeezed his dick pretty roughly and he fucking moaned into my hand! The little brat was cock hungry for sure."
"Was it big?"
"Meh," Andrew shrugged. "Kinda small if you ask me. Which tracks for his whole vibe really."
I laughed.
"I asked him if he'd like it if I went and told his buddies how much he loved having his dick squeezed by older men in public bathrooms. He looked terrified but he moaned more into my hand and started leaking. Down there, you know. But he was still pretending like he didn't like it. By then I figured out this was porn -- somehow it was affecting me even though you weren't there. Though now that I'm telling you the story, I see why. I mean you're clearly getting off on it."
And I was. I'd shucked off my pants and underwear and was sitting on the bed jerking. "Keep going!" I cheered, and spread my legs to show a little hole and encourage him.
"Oh fuck," Andrew said, distracted. I loved how every time he saw my hole he acted like he'd just seen the hottest thing he'd ever seen in his life. "So then I let go of his mouth. It was a risky move now that I think of it, because if I was wrong, and he really didn't want this, he could have started screaming or something. But he didn't, he just told me to go fuck myself. But like really quietly. I took the hand I'd been covering his mouth with and grabbed his wrist and moved his hand to my crotch. Obviously I was hard too by that point. I put his hand on it and then let go and was like, ok if you don't like dudes, you'll let go of this then."
"But he didn't let go, did he?" I said, jerking along to the story.
"He did not. He looked conflicted about it, but he just left it there. I made it twitch a little bit on purpose, you know how I can do that."
"Yeah and its fucking hot."
"He thought so too. After that he didn't just hold it, he was like squeezing it. So I said, you want it don't you. I had to ask him twice, he looked too scared to talk. But then he just nodded. So I said answer me with your words, and then he said yes in this little quiet kid voice. And I said if I let you have it, you have to promise you'll never say a fucking thing to my little brother ever again, or I'll leave right now and you'll never get to see it."
"Fuck yes, Andrew," I gasped, "Teach his bitch ass a lesson."
"When he saw I meant it and that I would leave, and realized how much he wanted it really, I guess, he begged me not to go. In like a quiet, ashamed voice. He said he promised. I basically picked him up and threw him into one of the stalls and closed the door behind us."
"Shit!" I grunted. "You animal."
"I pushed him down onto the toilet seat, where he sorta cowered but kept licking his lips. I told him to open my fly and as soon as I told him to do it he did it really fast. Really eagerly. Basically ripped my jeans open and pulled my dick out. He yelped when he saw it, and that was pretty satisfying I admit."
"Was he hot?" I asked, wanting more detail to flesh out my imagination.
"I don't fucking know, he was a shitty dumb kid," Andrew said, "I'm not into dudes like you."
"Why are you staring at my asshole then, Mr Straight Guy?"
"Well, ok, I'm not USUALLY into dudes. I didn't think he was sexy like you or fun and cute like Braden. He was a shit-faced little rat and I wanted to punish him. And that was sexy. Not him."
"That's hot too," I said, accepting the answer. I decided to imagine Kyle as the hottest jock bros I could remember from college, since Andrew wasn't going to give me more details there.
"Once my dick was out he got shy again, like he didn't know what to do. But I think he just needed somebody to give him permission. So I said, you wanna suck it don't you. And he was like, I don't know, maybe. Maybe! We were pretty fucking far away from maybe territory, if you ask me. So then I was like, oh, just maybe? Guess I'll go then, and started to put my dick away and of course he was like no no stop, I want to."
"Ha! Of course. So then did you let him?"
"Of course not! He doesn't just get to suck my dick. I only let people I like suck my dick. So if this little shitbag wanted a taste he had to earn it. He had to beg for it. He had to really grovel and humiliate himself. He had to admit that the names he was calling everybody else he really just calling himself."
"Andrew... what did you make him do?"
"It's kind of blur. I made him call himself, you know, the slur. A few times. Made him look me in the eyes and say it. Made him beg me for a taste of my dick, a real man's dick, not a tiny boy dick on a whiny, pathetic little boy like him. Made him piss on himself a little too. Like the little animal he is."
"ANDREW."
"I know! I don't know what came over me. Don't judge me, this says more about you than me. But everything I said seemed to hit him like a ton of bricks, really hit him somewhere deep. He'd been dreaming about and fearing something like this for a long time I think. Anyway, he looked like he was going to cry, like he hated me. Naw, actually I think he was fucking in love with me at that point, it was himself he hated. When he begged to taste my dick, then, it really sounded like his spirit was broken, like he was gonna have a fucking crisis if he didn't get me in his mouth. So, then I said he'd earned it, and let him lick the tip, just the tip. I was leaking a lot by then. Like you are now." Andrew wiped some of the precum off my penis and tasted it, giving me a cheeky wink. "So he got a nice tongueful of my juices and he looked like he was in fucking heaven. He went for another lick and I was like, noooope, you think you deserve more than a single lick? And I pulled it away. And I thought he was going to bawl like a baby, I swear to God. He started begging a lot more loudly, he was desperate for more, and it was only then I realized we could easily be caught if he kept being that loud."
"So I was like, you sure you want this? Are you really really sure? And made him promise again to leave Cody and all other guys like Cody alone from then on, because he and I would always know he was the little cumslut submissive boy and had no right to look down on anybody. He agreed over and over, so finally, to shut him up, and to really give it to him, I just shoved my cock in his mouth. Like shoved it right in. He gagged on it. And I didn't feel like giving him a chance to catch his breath, you know? I just started fucking his face. And after a few seconds the boy was sucking my dick like... I dunno, like he was an addict and his drug was my dick. The funniest part? He was terrible at it. He had no idea what he was doing. Not like you, your tongue takes me to higher planes of existence."
"Wow, thank you," I said, genuinely flattered, "I didn't know my tongue had such spiritual powers. What about this hole, then?" I was still showing it off to him, now I spread it open and fingered it a little.
"Oh, your hole is the fucking Buddha, dude," he said, and we both laughed. "Naw, Kyle had no idea how to suck a dick. Probably he'd never done it before, but it was obvious he'd really wanted to. So it wasn't so much the actual physical sensations that were getting me off than like the flexing I was doing on him, the power I was taking. The lesson I was ramming into him."
That really flipped a switch in my brain so I started jerking in earnest, wanting to cum. "God, Andrew. You should have flipped him over and fucked him. Made him your bitch for real."
"Hell no!" My friend seemed offended at the very thought. "He didn't deserve that. He didn't even deserve to suck my dick, and was lucky he got that much. What, I'm gonna fuck this little scumsucker the same way I fuck you? He wishes. Not just any dude gets my dick in their hole, you know. Only special guys."
"Is that so?" I said, beaming, spitting on my fingers and then lubing up my hole teasingly.
"Fuck, man," he growled, dick twitching to life, "I JUST came listening to you talk about your shower with dad."
"I bet Buddha here can take you to nirvana again."
Grunting, he gave in, jumped onto the bed and started to push into me. We both gasped as he entered. Somehow it never got old, the way every inch sent electric currents straight into the deepest part of both of our brains. "Keep telling me the story though, obviously," I said, breathing heavily.
"Right," he said, starting to thrust in and out, "Well there's not much left to tell."
"Good, because I'm not gonna last long with you pounding me like that."
"I got pretty into it. I was holding his head with both hands just ramming into him. Calling him names and telling him he didn't even deserve this and this was the luckiest day of his damn life. I told him I was gonna shoot a load down his throat and I knew he wanted it. He grunted in agreement, but honestly at that point I was pretty far gone. I wouldn't have stopped even if he tried to end it. I was gonna blast into that fucker's mouth like it or not. But he liked it a lot. He suddenly started moaning like a LOT around my dick, and I just knew. He'd jizzed. I looked down, under me, and he was covered in his cum, like all over his shirt. That sent me over the edge."
"Fuck, dude," I said. Speaking of edges, I was riding one myself. I was trying to hold off until the end of his story, but every thrust was hitting me in my special spot and I was rapidly losing the ability to control it.
"I told him I was about to nut and that he better swallow every drop or else. And then I just... let it loose. I shot so much cum into that kid, my god. It was unbelievable. It wasn't even that good of a BJ. I just wanted to mark him, you know?"
"Did he swallow every drop as asked?" I managed to ask, quivering.
"Fuck. Yes. He did." Andrew was making his "about to blow" face now. "I filled him up completely and he sucked it down like a good little slut."
"Now fill me, you stud," I said, and kissed him. That sent him over, and me with him, and we moaned into each other's mouths (trying not to be heard in the whole apartment) as we came. I could feel Andrew kicking several ropes of cum into me, and imagining him doing the same to the jock bully in the college bathroom was making me propel my cum all over my chest and face.
"God," he said at last, gasping for breath. He didn't pull out of me. "Your hole is ten thousand times better than his mouth was."
"Damn right." I smiled, wiping some of the jizz off my face. "So what about Cody? You said you thought he saw this?"
The smile disappeared from Andrew's face and he nodded. As he descended from his orgasm and caught his breath, he pressed on with the story. "Yeah, so, I suddenly heard footsteps and Kyle and I both froze. But what was weird was that the footsteps weren't coming INTO the bathroom, they were running OUT. And the door to the stall next to us was swinging and banging, like somebody had just pushed through it fast. I realized somebody had been in there the whole time... or maybe came in during the BJ when we were both too distracted to notice. I left Kyle on the toilet, covered in cum and piss and crying a little. Post-nut clarity seemed to be hitting him and he looked terrified and confused and shaken. But I didn't really care. I was pretty sure he'd learned his lesson. I went into the other stall to investigate and there was cum all over the wall of it, but like, kind of high up? It looked to me like somebody had been standing on the toilet and peering over the top of the stall and watching us. And jerking it, obviously. The jizz dripping down the wall was sort of right at the level somebody's dick would be if they were standing on the shitter."
"Look at you," I teased, "Like the Sherlock Holmes of jizz stains."
"Elementary, my dear Twatson," he quipped back,"So anyway I was a little embarrassed and anxious at having been seen, but that was nothing compared to Kyle. He was asking me a ton of questions all the sudden about who had been in there and did I think we'd get in trouble. He was terrified about being found out and he was acting like he assumed I was scared too. And I was all, I don't give a shit if people know I jizzed in your mouth, because I'm not a pussy. And I just walked out." And then he mimed dropping a microphone.
"I'd give you a standing ovation but I don't want you to take your dick out of me," I said.
"I figured it had just been some other guy on campus who'd enjoyed the show and tried not to think about it. But when I saw Cody, something was different. He barely looked at me, and when he did it was sneaking peeks at me when he thought I wasn't looking. He didn't seem to care about the douchey guys anymore, and maybe was in a little better mood in general? But was awkward with me in a way he wasn't before. And then I caught his eyes straying to my crotch a few times. When Kyle came out of the bathroom finally -- ages later, he'd had to scrub the cum off his shirt I guess -- Cody was just really smirking at him, not afraid at all. And then it all sorta clicked."
"I think Cody was in that stall. He'd watched me ram my dick and my cum down that douche's throat. And he'd enjoyed the show so much he'd sprayed his little bro load all over the wall and then panicked and ran out. I wanted to talk to him about it, break the ice or something, because the tension was killing me. But we never really had time alone, and then dad picked us up and I didn't want to say anything in front of him of course. And now here we are."
I thought for a while, rubbing Andrew's hairy chest thoughtfully while I did so. "Well, maybe you don't have to talk about it," I said, "He enjoyed it. Clearly. And it did something for him. Something he needed. Maybe you helped and there's nothing more that needs to be said."
"Maybe," Andrew replied, "But I doubt it. I think he needs more."
"Ok well, just be gentle in how you bring it up. Don't mortify the kid."
"No I don't just mean talking to me. I mean maybe I will talk with him about what he saw, at some point. But I think he needs more. Look, I know what I said, what I made you promise. But I think we're too far into this by this point. No way out but through. And also, the answer is just so obvious to me now. It doesn't feel weird, it just makes sense."
I knew, but I asked anyway. "What are you talking about?"
"I think my dad is right," Andrew said, still inside me by the way, "I think you need to fuck Cody. I think he needs it. And so do you."