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You might just be a queer if...Part 13 Written by Duchbo
We left off Part 12 with.....
Troy couldn't take much of this and pulled me out of his crack and onto his cock. I swallowed it deep with his pubes tickling my nose. He held my head in a vise like grip and proceeded to fuck my mouth. In just a few strokes he stiffened and starting shooting gobs of cum into my throat. He pulled my head back and finished with two or three shots on my tongue where I could get the full flavor of his cum.
I licked him clean getting all the spooge that had escaped my mouth and flowed down his dick to his balls. When he was thoroughly cleaned I rested back on my haunches and felt my hard dick in my briefs.
"That was fantastic, Queer, and for doing so good I'll let you pull out your puny dick and bring yourself off. Just don't come on my legs." He said. I did just that and, in just a few strokes, came with a roar, cumming in my hand. I looked Troy in the eye as I brought my hand to my lips and took in my own cum to join his.
I guess you might just be queer if you'll jack off into your hand and eat your own cum.
Part 13
I awoke to the sound of the shower running but as I came awake I saw Troy still in his bed. That meant one of the guys from the other side was up early. They both had later classes and usually used the facilities after Troy and I had left for the day.
Troy was awake and when he saw me getting up he swung his legs over the side of his bed and sat up. "Look at his wood I've got for you, Queer." He said. Oh no! I thought, not this shit again. But then I guess I asked for it by my actions last night. He snapped his fingers and pointed to a spot on the floor between his legs. "I'm going to need some relief here while we're waiting for the shower. Whoever's in there had better be quick or you'll have to toilet for me too."
I figured the best way to avoid him pissing in my mouth was to prolong his blowjob till the bathroom was clear. I moved over to him and dutifully knelt between his legs and reached for his dick. He wasn't kidding. His dick was as hard as I've ever seen it. He could have pounded nails with it. Instead he would probably just pound my throat. I worked up some saliva to ease the attack and proceeded to suck his cock. I tried just working the head and that spot just below the glans where, it seems, all the nerves in the body come together. At least it feels that way for me. He began to moan from my ministrations and I kind of motioned my head toward the bathroom door indicating we should be quieter. All I needed was for Jay or Kevin to hear us and want to check it out.
Troy proceeded to grab me by the back of my head and pushed me down. The sudden thrust of his dick to the back of my throat caused me to gag a bit but I kept it under control and let the head of his cock enter my throat. "Oh yeah! Queer, that feels good." He moaned. "You're getting better every time," he said as he gag fucked my throat for a while. I could tell this wasn't going to take long as his legs started to quiver and he took a sharp intake of breath. The head of his cock swelled and he came in my mouth with three or four sharp bursts that almost made me choke. I swallowed it down as best I could and as he withdrew his cock from my mouth I licked him clean. I was really beginning to love the taste of his jizz.
Luckily the shower stopped and I heard the click of the lock, as whoever was in the bathroom unlocked the adjoining door so we could use the room. "Let's get in the shower and you can finish your morning duties, Queer." He said as he pulled me to my feet and urged me toward the bathroom. He started the shower running and didn't object as I stripped out of my briefs and joined him under the water.
Once again he pointed down to the space in front of him and I tool the kneeling position at his feet. He held his now soft cock aimed at my face and the piss started to flow. I closed my eyes to avoid the piss getting in them and heard "Open your mouth and get a little taste. In time, I'm sure, you'll grow to love the taste." I did as he said and let a little of his piss run into my mouth. I still did not like the taste and rather than swallow let it run back out. "Lean your head back a little and let me fill your mouth." I did as he said closing off my throat and letting his piss collect in my mouth. "Yeah! that's it, just like a urinal. My own private pisspot."
He finished his piss running it across my chest and down my body as I proceeded to let what was in my mouth flow out and down the drain. When he was finished he handed me the washcloth and soap and I began to wash him down. "Careful with the privates," he warned, "just a nice gentle washing not too rough." He turned so his back was to me and I washed his back and ass. "Get the crack good and clean, Queer." He ordered, and I paid special attention to his crack and hole. He leaned forward to rinse his hair and backed his crack into my face. "Lick it a little, check out your work." he said, "Make sure it's good and clean." Even though I knew his ass was clean it still was humiliating to be licking another guys ass and shit hole. It was humiliating but at the same time sexually exciting.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up to a standing position. He turned me around and pushed on my back, indicating that I should bend over. I leaned forward and put my hands on the tiles to support myself. He started to rub my ass cheeks and I thought, oh no! here it comes, I'm going to get fucked. He could sense by my body language that I was very apprehensive about what was coming. "Don't worry, Queer, I'm not going to fuck you this morning, we don't have time. I'm just going to check out you pussy." My pussy, I thought< how strange to have your asshole thought of as a pussy. But it certainly was a substitute pussy, I guess.
He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it up and down my crack. I was boning up over this contact and quickly came to the conclusion that I really liked ass play. He soaped a finger and found my hole and started to press in. I adjusted my position to give him better access and he chuckled "Guess you really do want my dick up your ass, don't you?" I simply nodded my head and stroked my cock. He continued to press into me with his finger, twisting it around and searching for something. I thought this is pretty weird, what with all his talk about not wanting to see my dick and all that shit, to now have his finger up my ass. He kept working his finger in and around until he hit a spot that caused my dick to surge and I came against the shower wall. It was a potent orgasm and completely different than any I have ever had. When doctors had checked my prostrate it only hurt, it never caused this kind of feeling.
Troy obviously felt me cumming as my ass clenched on his finger. He surely could feel my spasms as I ejaculated against the shower wall. He abruptly pulled his finger from my ass, saying " Don't expect me to finger fuck you like that again. I just wanted to check your hole and see if you're clean. Rest assured that this day you will be fucked. But we'll do it tonight in the bed where it's more comfortable. Reach back and put your finger in your hole, Queer." I did as he said and pushed a finger in as far as I could. "Add another finger." I did. "You need to play with your hole like this to stretch it for my cock. You need to stop at the pharmacy and get one of those, one time, enema bottles. Fleet, I think they're called, and make sure you're douched out for tonight. I'm going to bareback your ass and I don't want any shit on my dick. If there is any, you're going to clean it off with your tongue, so be sure to douche good."
I finished my shower and dressed, thinking about the chores I had for the day. I wasn't sure I would be able to muster the courage to by an enema at the pharmacy, but I guess I'll have to figure how to get by that. I sure didn't want to lick shit off his dick.
I did what I had to do and by late afternoon I had douched my pussy, as he called it, and stretched my hole. Once I got over my humiliation at the pharmacy I went ahead and bought a tube of K-Y lube. I used it to help get my fingers in my hole to do the stretching. It felt kind of nice to have three fingers working in my hole and I sprung a boner. I avoided jacking my dick as I thought if I came I wouldn't be up for the fucking later. I reasoned that I needed my sex urge to remain high to enjoy being fucked.
I lay in my bed considering what all this had come down to. If you can get off just by having a guys finger up your asshole and then spend the afternoon getting ready for your first fucking, then you might just be a queer...
End of part 13