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My Personal Fag
By Ab-2006 (address withheld)
***
College roommates, one straight, one gay, find that
they do have things in common. (MM, oral, 1st-gay-
expr)
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It started out as a fucking lark, honest to god. I
mean I wanna puke just thinking about a guy sticking
his dick in to another guy's brown hole. I can't even
thing about a hot chick sitting on the can taking a
turd, much less sticking my dick in some guy's shit
hole.
But even with that said, when in my first year at
Foothill Junior College, I met this guy named Brandon
I struck up a friendship. We were in line together
registering for classes.
Brandon was a good looking guy and we hit it off in
right away I thought, what the hell, he'd make a
perfect chick cruising buddy after hours.
So I suggested that we become roomies and take a
student apartment near campus so we could get some
serious partying done.
That's when he fessed up. He said that he knew what I
expected, that I wanted a wingman who would know when
to help out and when not to, but that he wasn't that
guy.
Brandon told me that he thought I was cool and that
we would probably make great roommates, but that he
was gay and all the womanizing would have to be on my
part, because he wasn't into women.
Well, I was blown away because all the talk up until
then had been normal, and with Brandon's looks I was
planning on using him to get some real chick action
that year.
But if the truth be known, I was going to college on
a VERY tight budget and needed a roommate to make
ends meet, so I told him that I didn't care if he was
gay. I even made some kind of joke about not having
to put up with the competition.
Anyway, we moved into a place two blocks off campus
and he did his thing and I did mine. It all worked
out pretty well, because he would disappear when I
brought a chick around to bonk and when he was
getting some action he usually went to the other
guy's place. So all in all things were pretty great.
Then one night...
It at mid term and I'd just blown a test that I
couldn't afford to mess up on and I was pretty
fucking depressed. I took my girlfriend out for a
sandwich and was planning on a god time that night to
help me forget my troubles when just before it was
time to decide, her place or mine, we got into a
screeching fight.
Most of the screeching was coming from her. I forgot
that it was her birthday and she felt that I didn't
take our relationship seriously enough if I couldn't
even remember something like that.
Well, I didn't take our relationship all that
seriously. She was a good fuck and knew how to please
a guy in bed, but other than the sex part I didn't
really know her all that well, and frankly I didn't
really care about all that relationship crap. We were
just 22, what did she want, marriage or something?
That attitude is what screwed me, that and the fact
that I was in no mood to fuck around and pretend that
I cared. To make a long story short, I ended up
walking home a little too drunk and with no pussy in
sight.
I was pretty buzzed by the time I got home. I figured
that I'd have another beer and go sit out in the back
yard and work on my tan and feel sorry for myself.
Fucking women!
I stripped out of my clothes and put on my sunning
trunks which are pretty skimpy, no reason to cover up
more that you need to when working on your tan.
Right?
I grabbed a beer out of the fridge and headed down
stairs to the back yard for a couple hours of
sunning, and there was Brandon lying on a lounger all
splayed out and covered with suntan oil. I plopped
down on the longer next to him and began moaning
about what a fickle bitch I'd been dating.
He listened and made agreeing noises which had the
effect of claming me down. I told Brandon that I was
breaking it off with her, that all I'd needed was a
sympathetic ear and a little good sex to get through
my current depression and what had she done, she'd
trashed me, that's what she'd done.
Brandon asked what was bugging me to make me so
upset. He knew me well enough to know that missing
out on a little nookie with a chick wouldn't put me
in such a pissed off state. I told him that I'd
fucked up on my mid terms and that I wasn't sure if I
could make it up.
I remember thinking at that moment that I felt good.
Even if my girlfriend was a bitch and I wasn't going
to hook up with here anymore, well, it didn't seem to
matter at that moment. Anyway there were lots of
other chicks in the sea, like Sharon, she had awfully
nice tits, and I bet she's as tight as a vice with
all that working out she's always doing.
Then I realized that I had a hard-on from thinking
about Sharon's bod and I guiltily looked over at
Brandon and froze. He was sitting there with his feet
on the ground looking at me, I mean looking at the
bulge in my trunks. That's when I felt the light
breeze wafting across the head of my exposed prick
and suddenly realized that I'd grown out beyond the
elastic waistband of my trunks.
I quickly glanced down my chest and saw to my horror
that I was sticking out at least a coupe of inches.
My first thought was, 'Fuck! Brandon's gay, I better
cover up!' But what actually happened I'll blame on
being buzzed and frustrated by being cheated out of
getting some sex with my girlfriend.
Instead of covering up, I just lay there with my mast
sticking out beyond my swim trunks. I didn't say
anything, I just let Brandon look. Then finally he
tore his eyes away and looked into mine. I just
looked back at him and kept silent.
My breath caught in my throat when Brandon knelt
beside me and tugged my trunks down to below my balls
and without hesitation he leaned in and took me in
his mouth.
I remember the feeling as he sank down over my prick,
all the way to the root. I felt my prick head slide
past his swirling tongue and into his throat. It was
like a little piece of heaven. Then my body arched as
Brandon started to fuck me with his mouth and throat.
His head bobbed up and down, faster and faster.
I couldn't believe the sensations Brandon's expert
blowjob was eliciting from me. I'd never had a
blowjob this good in my entire life. I helplessly
grabbed his ears and went to town on his mouth. I
think for a moment I forgot that this was my
roommate's mouth and I started to violently fuck his
face with an urgency I hadn't known in a long time.
Then I was cumming like a freight train. I remember
thinking in the back of my mind that Brandon's mouth
and throat were a better fuck that any woman I'd ever
had.
As my cum erupted in hot blast after blast, my body
jerked with the ecstasy of release and I grunted with
each jet in satisfaction. I think I kept hold of
Brandon's ears the whole time because afterwards they
were bright red and I think I could see finger marks
on them.
As it turned out, Brandon liked being used roughly.
That was his thing, being dominated by a strong
aggressive partner. Also as it turned out, I used
Brandon as a sex partner for a full two months. I
loved that mouth of his and wanted to get at it at
every opportunity.
It was only after this hot new chick transferred to
our school and took an interest in me that I finally
started sharing my time between her and Brandon.
Even now a full year later I still make time to
dominate Brandon every once in a while. He has taught
me what a good blowjob can be like and I've been able
to teach a chick or two a couple of interesting
things that has only served to make them better
cocksuckers.
What started out as a lark became a life style. Go
figure.
END
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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