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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)

***

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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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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