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Sexual Perversions - 28
by Strangesub (strangesub@yahoo.com)

***

As much as Greg tried to stop being a faggot and get 
into girls, every guy still seemed to want a piece of 
his ass. (MM, MF, Mm, ped, nc, rp, bi, oral, anal, 
blkmail)

***

It was December, 1974 and I was running away from the 
small upper class preppie college that I had attended 
for the last two years.

I had been outted by a former fuck mate girlfriend of 
mine in the beginning of the month as a raving homo 
fag and the whole school now knew that I was a cock 
sucking submissive asshole.

I was fucked; raped by Harris, the black school 
janitor and his friends; gang banged by my roommate 
and the track team; and in general just treated like 
the slut that I was. 

My regular friends shunned me. Strangers; frat guys; 
and the track team, still wanted to fuck me. A former 
girlfriend in college, Janie, wouldn't even speak to 
me. My high school buddy, Peter, was afraid of being 
seen with me, afraid that I would reveal that I had 
sucked his cock.

Ivy, another guy that I had fucked, had stopped by. He 
had seen the pictures. He wanted me to fuck him again. 
He was shocked and hurt when I told him that he had 
lice and I wasn't going to fuck him. It was so weird.

And finally, because I was terrified of Harris, I had 
gotten my girlfriend from home, Pamela, spaced out on 
acid and let all of Harris' friends fuck her and me 
together... She no longer trusted me and Harris and 
the rest of the world still wanted to fuck me as much 
as possible.

As much as I enjoyed being a white slave submissive 
fuck slut for homosexual black men, I decided this 
couldn't go on. The easiest and safest way to get out 
of the situation I had created for myself was to run 
away and transfer to a different college... So, I went 
to visit my friend Todd at State University.

I stayed at Todd's apartment when I visited. They were 
doing an experimental theater performance at the 
school, written and directed by some of the students, 
and I joined in.

Cathy was one of the cast members. She was a year 
older than I, short and a little heavy-set, but pretty 
and intellectual. Todd was spending the nights at his 
girlfriend's apartment, so the third night I was 
there, I invited Cathy back to Todd's place for a beer 
after rehearsal. Being in theater, I offered to give 
her a massage, of course and as we talked, one thing 
led to another. 

She was on the floor and I was straddling her fully 
clothed body. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra 
and she spread her legs slightly when I massaged her 
ass and thighs.

She kept her eyes closed when I had her turn over. She 
made no objection, just sighed happily, when I began 
to massage her ample breasts through her shirt. After 
arousing her nipples to hardness, I continued down to 
her hips and crotch. She began undulating her hips as 
I massaged her groin and I took the liberty of 
unbuttoning her pants and opening her zipper. As she 
still didn't object, I continued disrobing her... She 
lifted up as I pulled both her pants and panties off, 
leaving her naked from the waist down.

I worked my way up her calves and thighs, spreading 
her legs, mouthing her hairy bush around her groin as 
she moaned in satisfaction at my ministrations. Her 
dark pubic hair smelled like her musky cunt as I 
massaged the crack of her crotch where her thighs and 
groin were joined. My cock pulsed in lazy desire as I 
continued to arouse Cathy, enjoying the rich taste and 
smell of her female flesh. I teased the flesh and hair 
around her delicious cunt, eliciting moans from 
Cathy's lips and watching her juices begin to flow up 
close and personal. 

Cathy hands slid down to her naked ass and, using her 
elbows for leverage, she lifted her steaming cunt in 
the air, trying to press against my mouth harder. She 
spread her legs as far apart as they would go and 
force the wet lips of her pussy apart. Her love juices 
oozed from her vaginal hole and slithered down into 
the crack of her ass.

"Oh c'mon... pleaseee," moaned Cathy, wiggling her ass 
around in the air, as I continued to avoid her open 
twat and pulsing clit, still licking and chewing on 
her hairy bush, my thumbs massaging her perineum next 
to her asshole, "Pleassseee... hurry... suck me... 
pleeeaseee... my cunt's on fire... pleeassee."

I moaned my hot breath on her cunt lips as I ran my 
slick tongue down the inside of her thigh toward the 
triangle of her passion. Cathy's thighs spread even 
wider as she felt my tongue lick past her labial lips 
and down the crack to her anus. 

"Ahhhhhhhh," she groaned in desire as my darting 
tongue licked back upwards and I grabbed her thighs 
and pulled her passion-filled pussy to my lips and 
tongue. She thrust her ass at my face as I drew back, 
continuing to tease her, my lips moving up and down 
her thighs, coming nearer her bush again and again. 
Then my tongue struck a lick at her seeping gash. It 
split her pulpy lips apart to enter. Her hot, inflamed 
labia clasped around my tortuous tongue.

"Oh yes, shit yes," she cried, rolling her head from 
side to side, closing her eyes in a tight line of 
ecstasy. "Tongue-fuck me ... fuck my pussy with your 
tongue. Suck meee..."

I licked down her soaking wet crack to her asshole 
again and rammed my tongue into her crinkled hole.

"AAAhhhhiiiieeee!!" she cried out, humping her back 
hole up to my face.

I writhed on the floor in passion, eating Cathy's ass 
and then back up to her gyrating cunt. I pressed my 
face deep into her wetness. It reeked of her hot musk, 
an exotic perfume that sent me wild with desire. Cathy 
tightened her thighs on my head and pushed her mound 
upwards. I kissed her pink, glistening labia with my 
lips, licking her hot fluids as she thrust her 
clitoris against my upper lips and nose.

"Oh ... ohhhhh, hell yes, shit yes... That's it..." 
she yelled. "Suck me..." 

She bucked and rammed her flaming cunt against my 
sucking mouth as my tongue flicked out, driving deep, 
forcing its way into the red wetness of her fiery 
slit.

"AHHhhh, ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhhhhhhhh..." Cathy moaned, 
squirming sensuously against my face as my tongue 
moved the entire length of her slut crack.

I pushed my tongue deeply into her, fucking her cunt 
with my face, drenching my face with her pussy juice. 
Her ass cheeks squeezed against my chin, as my lips 
pulled on her hot clitoris, buried in the steaming 
folds of her sex. I sucked on it almost like a cock, 
as her lust liquids spurted from her raging flesh. Her 
thighs burned against my face as I pulled her fiery 
clit between my lips. It was hot and alive and seemed 
to move and expand as I licked it. My tongue grasped 
the sex flesh like a nipple, sucking and tugging. 
Cathy squirmed and thrashed on the floor, losing 
control. Her thighs began to squeeze my head, hard, as 
she screamed... "AAAAAAHHh, YESSsssss, yeesssss, 
oooohhhhhhhhaaaahhhhh,"

I was again surprised when hot fluids squirted into my 
mouth and face as she jerked and spasmed while waves 
of orgasms shook her body. I continued to fuck her 
rippling cunt with my face, getting soaked while 
trying to drink the fuck juices pouring out of her...

"Pleasseeee, nnoo,nooo, noo, ahhhhhh..." she begged 
and cried as she came over and over again.

But I refused to let up on her clit and pussy folds.

I shoved a finger into her asshole as she contracted 
again and again, moaning and screaming for me to stop.

Finally, I rolled off of her, pulling my finger out of 
her ass, letting her abused cunt quiver and cool down. 
My face was totally saturated with her smell and 
soaked with her juices.

"Jesus," she groaned "Jesus..."

For a while she just lay there gently massaging her 
soaking wet cunt and thighs, sighing, "Jesus..."

I just laid there, getting off on my own soaking wet 
face and her cunt smell until she finally got up, 
grabbed her clothes and went to the bathroom to clean 
up and get dressed. 

She didn't know what to do or say, but she was still a 
little high off me eating out her cunt when she left.

However, I didn't fuck her. Hell, I didn't even get 
undressed. I was totally satisfied at my ability to do 
this - to drive some chick wild with passion, 
satisfying her completely, while not getting my rocks 
off at all. There was something very perverse about 
that that turned me on. It was almost like I was still 
a submissive faggot, but no one knew and I was in 
control... Very cool...

I did almost the exact same thing about 4 nights later 
with a different girl, Barb. The rumor was that Barb 
was a lesbian, but I made all the same moves with the 
same results and ate her cunt out to mind blowing 
orgasms. Now, admittedly Barb was a little colder and 
I actually took pleasure in turning her down when she 
asked me if I wanted to get together again. I had 
never done anything like what I was doing before in my 
life. I had just stripped two girls half naked and 
eaten their cunts out while I remained fully clothed. 
And then said goodnight. I was on a very weird head 
trip...

I made a part for myself in the plays and, I spent the 
next two weeks at State, not returning to Dunwoody and 
missing my final exams.

During Christmas Break, Pam and I didn't get together 
- her family was out of town for part of the break and 
the few days we were both home together were 
"inconvenient" for us to date. I didn't think about it 
too much because after Christmas break, I decided to 
transfer to State University and get out of Dunwoody.

I called the Dean of Undergraduate Studies office to 
make an appointment to get transferred as soon as 
possible. He got on the phone and told me he was 
totally booked up and that if I wanted to do this 
right away, I would have to come by his office after 
hours. He would come back from his home to meet with 
me.

I went to the appointment about 9 PM at night. 

The first thing he did was ask me why I was 
transferring. I told him it was for personal reasons. 

"I'm sure," he said in an arrogant and condescending 
manner.

"Does it have anything to do with this?" he asked as 
he took out the porno magazine shoved it across his 
desk at me.

It was open to the pages of me getting fucked and 
sucking black cock.

"Uhhh... well... yeah..." I said, suddenly nervous and 
embarrassed. "This isn't really true... I mean the s-
s-story and, and, and..."

I was stammering now, blushing... Fuck! It just then 
sunk in that the whole fucking world could find out 
that I was a cock sucking faggot homo who wanted a fat 
cock up his ass... I suddenly felt like crying...

"Really?" said the Dean. "You mean those pictures 
aren't really you? They are somebody else?"

"No. I mean, yeah, no, they're... the s-s-story's not 
true... I never s-s-said those things..." I was 
desperate to have him understand! I couldn't stay at 
Dunwoody. Surely he could understand...

"Mr. Moran," said the Dean, severely. "This magazine 
and your activities here at Dunwoody could get you 
expelled and you could forget about transferring; You 
are liable for disciplinary action that would leave a 
black mark on your record where no college would 
accept you as a student.

Do you realize this, Mr. Moran?"

"N-n-no. Please. I can't stay here. It's not my fault. 
P-p-please..." I begged.

"Well," he said, sternly observing my distress. "You 
claim that this boy in the photos isn't you... Stand 
up Mr. Moran."

I stood in front of his desk.

"Now," said the Dean, looking into my eyes. "Take your 
clothes off and we can see if you are the same faggot 
in this magazine..."

I froze for a second. Fuck... Of course... I am such a 
stupid pig.

The Dean wanted a piece of me. I should have been 
outraged and gone on the offense but, I didn't have it 
in me. I was still embarrassed and submissive. Once 
more, I was going to have to expose myself as a cheap 
boy slut. It was the only way he was going to let me 
transfer.

The Dean had a satisfied, arrogant expression on his 
face. I looked away, down at the floor and began to 
unbutton my shirt. I didn't have to be told what to do 
and he sat there silently, watching me as I stripped 
naked.

Of course, my fucking dick was hard by the time I 
freed it. 

The Dean laughed at my throbbing dick and naked body. 

"Sorry, Mr. Moran," he said, getting up from behind 
his desk and walking around to my naked form, "not 
only do you look like the fuck boy in the pictures, 
you obviously enjoy the thought of another man fucking 
with you."

"You're a pig." he said; and he slapped my face.

"Ahhh!" I cried out in shock. 

Why the fuck was this always happening to me?

I gasped with pain as the Dean grabbed my cock and 
balls and squeezed.

"I think that we can get you transferred," he 
whispered in my ear as he squeezed harder and I moaned 
with pain. "We'll just have to test you on how much of 
your "magazine" is truthful..."

The Dean moved his mouth to my chest and nibbled on my 
full, sensitive nipples, still not letting go of my 
cock and balls, making me pant with pain/ pleasure..

"Your equipment feels just like it looks," said the 
Dean, squeezing yet harder.

"Nooo, please... NO!" I squeezed my eyes tightly 
closed, gasping at his cruel abuse.

I heard the Dean moan as he lowered his face to my 
crotch. He suddenly gobbled my cock into his mouth and 
tugged and squeezed and twisted my balls.

I screamed as he greedily chomped on my dick and 
yanked hard at my nuts.

Drawing back, he looked up at my heaving chest and 
stomach and the fear and pain in my eyes.

The Dean got up, turned me around and pushed my face 
onto his desk. Then he went around and pulled a dildo 
butt plug out of one of his drawers. Except for the 
cock head on one end, it looked like a rubber 
nightstick.

"Please, sir, noo.." I moaned fearfully as he walked 
behind me. 

I sighed almost with relief as I felt him put some 
kind of lubricant on my asshole. But then I grunted 
with pain as he cock head of the dildo against my 
moist tight hole.

"AAAHHHHHHHHH!" I shrieked as the Dean jammed the 
dildo upwards.

Using as much leverage as he could, he forced the ass 
invader up into my tight hole while I screamed out in 
pain.

"Please No... Pleeasee fuckkk... ahhhhhhh!" I cried 
out as he continued forcing the fuck stick higher and 
higher into my bowels.

I don't know how much of it was shoved into me but the 
whole thing was over a foot long and fat enough to 
feel like I was being fisted once more...

I was panting and gasping, my eyes rolling around in 
their sockets, brimming with tears and unable to 
focus. Sweat was streaming down my quivering torso.

The Dean lifted my naked body up, keeping his hand in 
the fuck pole to keep it in agonizing place as he 
turned me around. He smiled and started licking my 
face and then my neck and then he moved down to my 
chest and stomach.

He reached down and squeezed my balls every now and 
then as he licked me, just to hear me squeal and moan 
again.

Kneeling down again and using both hands, the Dean 
started to move the fuck tool up and down the my ass 
chute, pulling and pushing the stick in ever 
increasing strokes until he was ramming the stick full 
length in and out of my boy cunt.

I continued to cry and beg him to stop as it plunged 
in and out of my battered hole.

Even in my pain, my hard cock slapped against my 
stomach as the Dean fucked my ass.

"You fucking whore- you like this don't you?" the Dean 
said.

He reached out with his tongue and dragged it slowly 
up my throbbing cock tasting my precum.

Again, he suddenly opened his mouth and wrapped his 
lips tightly around my pulsing cock head and then slid 
his mouth downward, sucking and licking, all the while 
continuing to fuck me with the dildo.

"AAAHHHHH FUUCKKKK!" I screamed as he jammed the dildo 
pole as far as he could in my guts; crushed and pulled 
painfully on my balls; and bit my cock with his teeth. 

I doubled over and tried to push him away when he 
suddenly released my balls; sucked my tender cock head 
back into his mouth; and pulled the fuck pole down, 
fucking me, sliding it rapidly in and out of my 
asshole.

"UNNNNgghhghhhhhhh!" I moaned and felt my cum burning 
through my piss canal, spurting my young boy cream 
into his sucking hole.

The Dean moaned and drank my cum greedily. I was 
reduced to a lust driven frenzied animal, as he 
whipped the fuck stick in and out of my battered ass.

After he had sucked all the cum from my aching prick, 
he pulled the long dildo from my asshole and bent my 
trembling naked body back over the desk.

"Clean up your mess, Mr. Moran," he said from behind 
me as he reached around to put the cock head of the 
dildo pole into my mouth.

He wormed the stick into me until it hit the back of 
my throat and then shoved again, choking me as I felt 
his own formidable dick fuck into my open asshole.

I gagged and choked as he fucked his fat cock in and 
out of my ass, ramming it into me harder and harder as 
I struggled to breath and not vomit... 

"Uhhhmmmmmnnnnn!" he groaned as he came in my asshole 
and he relaxed his grip on the fuck stick, allowing me 
to gasp for air.

"Uh, uh, uh,uh... ohhh yeah..." he moaned again, 
shuddering, thrusting into me as spurt after spurt of 
hot jizz filled my ass to overflowing.

"UUhhhhhhoohhhh..." he sighed, finally laying his 
still clothed body on top of my naked form, his prick 
still embedded in my ass.

"Oh yes, Mr. Moran," he murmured in my ear. "I think 
we can do the paperwork to transfer you. But I'm 
afraid that there will still be some forms for you to 
sign when Spring Break comes. You can get back here by 
then, can't you Mr. Moran?'

He thrust against my ass and I could feel his cock 
still pulsing inside of me as I shakily answered, 
"Yes."

He pulled his softening member from my asshole, 
allowing his cum to flow down the inside of my thighs.

"You can get dressed now, Mr. Moran," he said walking 
back around to the other side of the desk, picking up 
the fuck stick and putting it back into the drawer. 

Other than a wet spot on his zippered crotch, there 
was no sign that he had just raped me.

My dick was hard again as I put my clothes on. I could 
feel his cum leaking from my throbbing asshole soaking 
my underwear and pants. I kept my eyes away from the 
Dean and didn't say another word as I got dressed and 
left. I walked awkwardly out his office and down the 
deserted hallways, my asshole burning from his rape. 
And, make no mistake about it - he fucking raped me... 
I was still trembling with fear and outrage and... 
lust... Fuck. 

I had just been screaming in real pain as the Dean of 
fucking Undergraduates had used and abused me and and 
now, as I was worried that he had actually damaged my 
guts with his fucking fuck stick, I was feeling an 
incredible fuck high! I wanted him to really pound my 
ass again and force his fat cock down my throat. My 
burning ass made my abused cock really hard...

Fuck. This is why I had to leave Dunwoody. I didn't 
want to be an faggot cunt for everybody there that 
wanted my ass; and there were apparently a lot of 
people who wanted my ass... The problem was - I 
really, really liked it. I was a total whore for cock 
and I would let anybody do anything. That bothered me 
a lot. I still wanted to be "normal" and fuck girls... 

I was very discreet after that about who I told that I 
was leaving and who saw me because I sure as hell 
didn't want to get caught by Harris again. I suspected 
that I might just let him fuck me to death... (After 
many years and many really fucked up things that I 
have done, I do believe that Harris could have done 
something really horrible to me at the time. I don't 
know. I never saw him again.)

I contemplated trying to get a hold of Mr. Sanders for 
a good bye money fuck, but I was still scared about 
how much I might like it...

But, as my fears began to fade, I contacted Mr. Bonn, 
the art teacher, for a final modeling gig. I scheduled 
it with him on the day before I was leaving for good.

I modeled outrageously for his drawing class. Still 
shaved naked, I practically put on a show for the 
mixed class of boys and girls, caressing my flesh and 
even using the precum from my hard on to slide my 
fingers around my crotch. I figured what the hell, 
everybody knew I was a faggot and the art teacher 
wanted to fuck me anyway. It was great.

When I got back to his office, Mr. Bonn simply closed 
his door behind me and put his hand over my robe onto 
my cock bulge. He put his hungry mouth to mine and he 
thrust his tongue inside, kissing me passionately. His 
hands opened my robe and started caressing my chest, a 
thumb on each nipple, rubbing the hard protrusions. I 
rubbed my wet cock against the hard bulge on the front 
of his pants as he pinched my now hard nipples. God! I 
had been raped by the Dean and even though I was 
trying to turn straight, I wanted his dick again.

I kissed my teacher back, moving my mouth, licking and 
nibbling at his neck, bringing heavy moans from his 
mouth. I pulled his shirt up, exposing his bare flesh 
and I started to lick from the base of his neck sown 
his smooth chest to his nipples. They stood out hard 
and I nibbled on each one causing him to moan wildly 
and pump his hips against me, straining his cock 
against in his pants against mine. I slipped to my 
knees, licking down to the man's naval. I could smell 
his cock; the hot smell of man sex. I unzipped him and 
grabbed the band of his shorts in my teeth and pulled 
his underwear down.

"Ohhhhh," he moaned. "You fucker. You fucking 
fucker..."

"Yeahhhh," I moaned, slipping the robe off onto the 
floor, kneeling naked as I pulled down his pants and 
shorts, exposing his fat, hard, 9" prick bobbing in 
front of my face, its bulbous head oozing with juices. 
I started to lick the precum from his piss slit, enjoy 
the sweet and intoxicating taste as he moaned in 
appreciation.

I licked the shaft of his throbbing tool, so good and 
thick, getting my mouth around it sideways, moving my 
lips along its length, caressing his naked ass, 
drawing him to me until I slid back up, wrapping my 
lips around the whole cock and began to suck. My 
teacher pulled his shirt off and kicked off his pants 
and underwear, leaving us both completely naked. I 
feasted on his hot, hard prick, kneeling on the floor 
and taking as much of the cock as I could get into me 
without gagging. I let him fall from my mouth again 
and began licking his hairy balls, rolling each one in 
my mouth and letting my tongue glide down to the skin 
between his balls and asshole. I took his cock in my 
hand and caressed it as I lapped at his nuts.

"Ohhh, fucckkk. You are a bad little faggot fucker, 
aren't you Greggie" moaned Mr. Bonn. "Coming back here 
just to give your faggot body a workout, hmm...? 
Ohhhhh..."

"You little faggot," moaned Mr. Bonn. "Do you need to 
be punished for being such a faggot, Greggie? Do you?"

Oh fucking A, I thought... "Yes..." I moaned around 
his delicious cock in my mouth.

With that, Mr. Bonn slid his desk drawer open and drew 
out a hardball paddle. 

"Get your cute, naked little ass up here," commanded 
the art teacher.

I stopped licking his cock and stood up. He instructed 
me to bend over and put my hands on the desk. I did 
and spread my legs to reveal my hot, hairless boy 
pussy. I shook my ass in fear and anticipation. Fuck 
yeah. I was such a whore...

"Yeah, you are just a fuck slut, aren't you baby..." 
the art teacher said as he set the paddle against my 
smooth, flawless, boyish ass. "I'm gonna get that ass 
nice and red"

I tensed, but I knew that he wouldn't really hurt me. 
I wanted to feel the sting of the paddle.

WHACK!

"OHhhhhhh," I moaned deliciously.

WHACK! He struck me again. And then again as I moaned, 
craving the fire spreading on my ass; craving the 
sharp pain and abuse...

"That will teach you to be a bad boy." he said, 
caressing my burning ass. "You're cheeks are so hot 
and red, I think you need to have them cooled down..."

I felt him bend down and start licking my ass cheeks. 
He tenderly ran his tongue over my ass and kissed my 
hot cheeks.

"UOohhhhhhh," I moaned, swaying my ass in his face.

He licked down to my ass crack and began running his 
tongue over it as I squirmed. Little by little, he 
started penetrating the slit of my ass with his 
tongue. I groaned in carnal lust, spreading my legs to 
give him access as his tongue finally reached my tight 
sphincter. He began sucking my hairless asshole as I 
rocked my ass back and forth to the rhythm of my 
teacher's hot tongue.

"Ohhhhh, fuckkkkk," I groaned, "That feels so good... 
Ohhh yeahhhhh..."

Mr. Bonn removed his face from my ass and told me to 
sit on the desk. 

I was panting in hot lust as I got up, turned around 
and sat on the desk. My dick was jumping with erotic 
splendor. He climbed on the desk and straddled my 
face. His cock danced in front of my lips. I reached 
forward and grabbed his naked ass, swallowing his 
whole cock in one shot, wrapping my lips around his 
meaty fuck tool.

He moaned as I sucked his hard meat, thrusting into my 
mouth, hitting my throat, pumping his hot dick in and 
out of my oral fuck hole until he suddenly pulled back 
and jumped off the desk. He kissed me on the lips, 
thrusting his tongue into my mouth as he opened one of 
his desk drawers and pulled out a bottle of poppers.

"What's that," I panted as the teacher uncapped the 
miniature bottle.

"It's a little something to make us have more fun 
baby." he replied.

He held the bottle up to my nostrils. I had never 
heard of or seen poppers before, but I had no 
inhibitions whatsoever when it came to drugs. I 
snorted the odd smelling fumes. Mr. Bonn did the same. 
I was so hot and horny and willing to do anything... 

He pulled my legs up and slid me down so that I was 
lying on my back on the desk and my ass was hanging 
over the edge. My teacher pulled my teenage legs over 
his shoulders and directed his throbbing cock into the 
my ass crack. He started playing with his cock head on 
my asshole as I rocked my ass back and forth, trying 
to impale myself on his hot shaft.

"AAAAahhoooohhh" I cried out as he pushed the tip of 
his cock into my pretty ass. It felt so fucking good!

"Here baby, snort some more of this." said Mr.Bonn as 
he placed the bottle under my nose once again.

I inhaled deeply and suddenly, I could feel my asshole 
relaxing around his invading meat. I groaned in 
ecstasy as the art teacher kept shoving his cock deep 
into my ass until his had slid his whole nine inch ram 
into my bowels.

"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahhhhh, ahhh, ahhh..." I grunted and 
moaned as he began furiously pumping his man meat in 
and out of my boy hole.

He bent over and started kissing my moaning mouth 
again, murmuring, "Oh baby, you feel so good." 

Then he thrust his hips deep into my ass.

"OHHHHHHHHhhhhh, fuckyeah!" he yelled and shot his hot 
cream into my burning fuck hole.

"Oh baby, oh baby, oh baby!!!" he cried out over and 
over again, pumping my hot ass, filling me up with his 
jiz until he collapsed my naked body, kissing my neck 
and naked flesh in ecstatic oblivion...

As I continued moaning and humping the cock in my ass, 
he pulled out and started kissing my hairless chest. 
He worked his way down past my stomach and stopped at 
the my navel, tonguing it as his chin rubbed on my 
shaved groin. Then, he slid down and swallowed my wet 
boy meat as his load began to drip out of my open 
asshole. He began to deep throat my cock, smacking the 
blood engorged head into his throat.

"Ohhh fuckfuckfuck!" I cried out as I raised my hips 
off of the desk and shot my load into my art teacher's 
mouth.

My hot sperm flowed into his mouth, blasting down his 
throat, his tongue adding to the fire gushing from my 
prick. I thrashed about as he sucked on my cock head 
to make sure he got every drop of my college boy cum.

He finally let my cock slide from his mouth as I 
collapsed still softly moaning on his desk. Fuck. That 
was great sex.

"I think we better get out of here before someone 
starts knocking on my door." he said.

I agreed and we both got dressed, Mr. Bonn kissing me, 
giving me back some of my cum in his mouth before we 
left. It was a nice way to end my faggot homo 
adventures at Dunwoody. 

I didn't want to be gay so, it wasn't as exciting as 
getting raped by the Dean... It wasn't as weird as 
everything else I did so it didn't tempt me in my 
fucked up way of looking at sex...

It was interesting that my friends (Barbie, Peter, my 
stoned smoking buddies, other of my theater friends), 
were all very sympathetic and obviously relieved that 
I was leaving. They didn't want to relate to me as a 
homo faggot and my leaving to avoid being one made 
everything okay. Well, almost... It certainly saved my 
friendships.

After transferring to State, I ended up temporarily 
sleeping in another of Todd's friends, Twad's closet. 

Twad was also in theater and he was living with a 
bunch of other theater people in what used to be a 
townhouse that was converted to "dorm" rooms. The room 
he lived in had been divided into two rooms by putting 
a wall down the middle. But it had originally had an 
enormous walk in closet that was the size of a small 
bedroom. The closet was shared by both rooms, with no 
divider, but as both of the guys, Twad and Mike, were 
college guys, there was basically nothing in the 
closet. So, we put a mattress in there and Twad let me 
sleep there until I could find a place to rent.

Twad, of course, had a girlfriend and neither one of 
them could care less if I was in the closet while they 
were fucking. So, I spent several evenings watching 
them fuck through the louvers in the bi-fold doors, 
while I lay there inside the closet, naked, 
masturbating to their passion. It was kind of fun.

One night, as I was pulling my pud, Mike, from the 
other room who shared my closet, opened his door and 
caught me masturbating. I froze. He was naked. He 
looked at me and smiled. He simply stood there and I 
watched his fat cock grow hard as he stared at my hand 
around my naked, still shaved, throbbing prick. Then 
he just nodded his head, gesturing into his room and 
walked out of the closet, leaving his doors open.

Shit. I knew I should not be taking his invitation. I 
was at State to get away from being the campus fag, 
but my cock was hard and hot and I wanted to cum... I 
got up and followed him into his room. He immediately 
knelt down in front of me in his still dark room, put 
his mouth over my cock, and sucked me in... 

I could feel him stroking his own hard me as he gave 
me a first class blow job until I finally came in his 
mouth. He swallowed every drop of my sperm, got up off 
his knees and said "Good night," getting into his own 
bed.

"G'night," I murmurred and went back to sleep in my 
closet...

Okay... That was a little weird

I asked around a little bit, discreetly, and I found 
out that not only was Mike also in the theater 
department, everyone knew he was gay. Todd advised me 
to be nice to him, "even if he comes on to you. He's a 
nice guy and won't get all strange or anything. Just 
tell him you're not interested and that'll be that."

I was a little amazed at Todd's tolerance as we joked 
about faggots all the time and their sick, perverted 
ways.

Anyway, Mike obviously didn't tell anyone about our 
little encounter and we got semi-acquainted with each 
other in the theater department without mentioning the 
fact that he had sucked me off.

A week later, Twad and his girlfriend, Laura, went off 
for the weekend somewhere and I was left alone. I 
figured that I'd try to pick up some girl at a bar or 
from the girls I knew and bring her back to Twad's 
place, but I had no luck. I stumbled in stoned and 
drunk about 2 AM and, after throwing my clothes off, I 
started to go into the closet to my mattress. Mike's 
closet doors were open and I could see soft flickering 
light along with music coming from his bedroom. 

I walked over to his doors and looked out. His room 
had lit candles placed about; incense was burning; 
some soft rock thing was playing; and Mike was lying 
on his bed, spread-eagled, stroking his large cock. He 
looked at me standing in the doorway and smiled, 
continuing to stroke his meat, sensually moving to the 
music, putting on a show.

Damn, I thought. I watched him, fascinated, 
mesmerized, until I noticed that my own cock was hard 
and dripping. In a sort of stoned stupor, I began 
caressing my own bare flesh, grasping my hard on as 
Mike watched. Oh fuck it, I thought and I walked into 
Mike's room.

"Hey Greg," said Mike, still stroking his fat cock, 
"you know, you've got a lovely body. Your shaved pubes 
make your cock one of the sweetest I've ever seen. You 
look good enough to eat."

I smiled these compliments as I stared at his well-
endowed, hard, throbbing, manhood.

I sat down on the bed and Mike reached over and 
touched the one of his fingers to the pre-cum in the 
slit of my cock head. I trembled as he slowly pulled 
it away, a thread of my sticky fluid strung itself 
between my cock head and his finger. It broke as he 
brought his finger to his mouth and, staring into my 
eyes, he delicately lapped at his finger with his 
tongue as I sucked in his breath.

"You taste delicious, Greggy," he said.

He raised himself up off the bed, gently grabbing my 
hot naked flesh as he slowly brought his lips to mine. 
Just before we made contact, I pulled away... Fuck, I 
thought... This isn't just sex, he wants to fucking 
make love to me... 

He threw his arms around me in frustration, and force 
his lips onto mine. I moaned and then I gave up, 
pressing back, and I opened my mouth to accept the 
tongue that I knew he was anxious to thrust into me. 
We began a passionate kiss, lasting for minutes, 
losing ourselves in the incredible naked feel of our 
flesh, our hands roaming across each other's bodies.

"OHHHH, God!" I cried out, pushing Mike down, 
straddling him and sitting on his cock. 

I wiggled my hot butt against his hard cock, settling 
it between my asscheeks, his cockhead rubbing on my 
asshole. I wanted to feel his hard rod inside my now 
tight ass, and I opened myself up further by leaning 
over and kissing Mike on the mouth.

I felt a burst of passion as our lips joined and our 
tongues dueled. Our hands caressed each other and I 
enjoyed the feel of his well-muscled, hairy body under 
my hands, just as he enjoyed rubbing my smooth, naked 
flesh.

After a bit, Mike gently pushed me off of his groin 
and shifted our bodies around so that his face was at 
my shaved naked asshole. He brought his mouth to my 
pink rosebud of an ass hole and started tonguing my 
boyish fuck hole.

"Oooh, ohh fuck... yeah, that feels soo nice, Mike. 
UOUOOOhhhhh, Yeah..." I moaned, "Put your

tongue into me, deeper, oh yeah... deeper, ahhhhh..."

I thrashed on the bed as Mike fucked my ass with his 
tongue.

"Ohhh, yeah, pleasseee, yesss," I groaned again, going 
crazy at Mike's expert stimulation of my asshole. 
"Fuck me Mike. Fuck me."

I pulled my ass cheeks apart to try and get his wild 
tongue deeper into my ass. Then, he pulled his face 
out of my ass and I felt his fingers lubing up my hot 
hole. He pulled me up to my knees and pulled my smooth 
butt to his crotch. I felt the head of his cock at the 
pucker of my now slick anus. He moved forward while 
holding tightly onto hips as I moaned, slowly sinking 
his cock into my ass.

"AAHHHHHH!" I moaned loudly with the passion and 
pleasure pain that I was feeling.

Mike sunk his large cock into my ass and started 
thrusting in and out. He began fucking me as hard as 
he could, making me scream and moan at the incredible 
pleasure of it all. I was crazed at the feel once more 
of a man's hard dick sliding in and out of my hot and 
willing ass hole.

"Uhh, uhhh, uhhh, uhhh," Mike moaned as he sped up his 
pumping causing me to moan louder yet. I was writhing 
under the sensations his hot cock was wreaking on my 
flaming faggot fuck hole. Then I felt Mike's fat cock 
throb and begin to pump out his load up my sweet boy 
pussy. It felt like a gallon of cum was shooting into 
me as my rectum sucked his pulsing cock. Mike rose up 
and grasped my naked body, finally reversing our 
positions as he cried out in sweet orgasm, falling 
over on top of me, both of our bodies, hot and sweaty, 
his hard cock still lodged in my hole until I felt it 
slowly soften. His cum leaked out of my hot asshole as 
he withdrew his fat prick. Then, he raised my legs and 
put his mouth to my anus and made me moan again in 
pleasure as he licked up the fluids dribbling out of 
my butt.

"Now, I want you to fuck me, Greg," said Mike, 
crawling up the bed next to me and grabbing my face 
with his hands, deep frenching me, depositing my used 
cum in my own mouth.

I smiled and pushed him over to his knees, getting 
behind him and I bent down and began licking his 
asshole.

"Oh yeah," he moaned at the exquisite sensation.

I then placed the blunt head of my raging hard on 
against his ass, hesitating, wondering whether I 
should lube his asshole. 

"Go ahead," murmured Mike, "Fuck me. Stick that hard 
cock inside me."

He reached behind himself and spread his ass cheeks, 
opening up his asshole, trying to pull me into him. I 
easily slipped the head of my cock past Mike's anal 
bud, as he groaned with the slight pain of having me 
fuck him using only my saliva. I slipped past his anal 
ring and buried my cock deep in his ass. I began 
fucking him thoroughly and faster, speeding up my 
thrusts, slamming into his ass...

"FUCK! Fuck... fuck..." we both moaned with pleasure 
as I fucked Mike harder and harder.

"Cummm! You fucker..." cried Mike! "Shoot your hot 
fucking load in my ass Yeah, you hot fucker!"

"AAAHHHHH," I moaned as I slammed my crotch against 
his butt cheeks and filled his ass with my hot wet 
cum...

"Ohhhhhh..." I moaned as we both collapsed onto the 
bed, my cock still embedded in his ass. 

He snuggled back up against as I caressed his sweaty 
body and licked his hard neck... We fell asleep like 
that, with my cock still in his ass. Mike woke me up 
the next morning with a hot blow job. I shot my load 
again into his mouth and then I fell back asleep. He 
was gone when I woke up for the second time.

I got dressed and went about my day in a normal 
manner. The next time I saw Mike, he told me how hot I 
was and what a great body I had and how much he wanted 
to get together again. After trying to explain that 
homo sex was just a part time thing for me and having 
him protest and go on about how much he wanted us to 
"work out," I finally told him about being a fag at 
Dunwoody and that I was running away from that. 

He was sympathetic and backed off on his protestations 
of "Love." I indicated that if the time was right that 
we might fuck every so often, but not to count on it. 
After that, he treated me normally. I moved out of 
Twad's closet a couple of weeks later into another 
house and that was that. I decided that I could not 
afford to have sex anymore with guys unless I wanted 
to end up back where I was at Dunwoody. I stopped 
shaving my body and let my pubes grow back in.

To be continued?

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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