Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2011 01:08:52 -0700
From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com
Subject: Part 3:  Fucked by the Man of the House

Thanks for the comments and suggestions.  Thanks to Mike4dawg for
the ESPN idea.  There's a character and quote in here from one of
my favorite comedies.  See if you can identify it.

Part 3

I was nude in my room, another load of Robert's cum in my stomach,
and I could still taste his cock.  Again, Robert had gotten off,
and again I was left horny as hell.  It was already late afternoon,
and I knew Vicki would be home soon, so I made it a quick jack-off.
 I would have preferred to revel in each level of the building lust
for awhile.  I thought about waiting for Vicki for a fuck, but I
knew I had to satisfy the desires of the blowjob first.  Otherwise
there would be too much confusion about the role I was playing.
And I had to make it quick.  I had that fucking Calculus exam the
next day, and had to get to the library to study for it.

Thinking of the cock I had just sucked made the orgasm cum fast.  I
couldn't believe it, but I wanted his cock in my mouth again while
I got off.  At least I could still taste it, stimulating the
memories of it.  It so massively filled my mouth, I remembered the
slurping and the gagging.  Then I recalled swallowing his essence,
and with that I was jolted by the realization that my excitement
wasn't about Robert's cock itself, but of Robert's power over me.
Being taken.  Submissively swallowing.  The thoughts made me blast
my own cum.

I wiped up quickly, but I wanted to at least enjoy the sleepiness
that comes with the sweet release of tension from an orgasm.  I
took a quick nap, then awoke, got dressed and left for the library.
 Taylor series.  What a bitch.  How am I suppose to know if they're
going to converge or not?  I'm more worried about whether Robert
and I converge or not.  I started making some progress, but knew
that just starting to "get it" isn't enough the night before an
exam.  I was too exhausted now, and it was best I get back home to
bed.

When I arrived home I heard what I was dreading to hear.  Robert
had his two jock friends over and ESPN was on.  They were watching
football.  I tried to ignore them when I entered the house and
crossed the living room to get to my room.

"Hey, it's Brian." Robert said to his guests, mockingly, "Rough
day?"  He must have seen the dark circles under my eyes, the
visible stress on my face.

"Yeah, I've got a Calculus exam in the morning." I replied, "An
exam like that is a bitch in the morning."  I was hoping they would
take the hint.  Nope.

"Tell me about it, man," it was Robert's friend Joe, "I gotta wake
my ass up at six AM every day of this week and drag myself up to
Vascalinas. Yeah, I'm doing the drywall up there at the new
McDonalds."

"Do you play sports?" Robert's other friend Jeff asked.

"I use to swim in high school." I answered.

"Swimming's for fags." Joe said.

"He's in the band." Robert stated.

"So he's a band fag, eh?" said Joe, with a laugh.

"Oh fuck off, Joe.  Give the guy a fucking break." said Jeff.  Then
to me, "That's cool.  So what instrument do you play?"

"Flute." I stated proudly.

"I think he means piccolo!" said Robert laughing, "I've seen it."
The joke got all three of them laughing, but only Robert and Joe on
the intended substance of it, Jeff's laugh trailing off long before
theirs.  I got my head into my own room enough to gauge that Vicki
was out.  I used that to ignore them.

"Where's Vicki?" I asked Robert.

"Vicki and Cindy went out.  Girls' night out.  Paul's out too, so
it's just the men tonight.  Want to join us watching football?"
Robert asked.

"Isn't flute a faggy instrument?" Joe asked, "I mean only girls
played flute in my high school."

"It's a rockin' instrument.  You've never heard of Ian Anderson of
Jethro Tull?" I countered.

"I rest my case.  The guy dresses in tights." Joe responded.

"Oh, and that's not a faggot's position?" I said pointing to the
T.V., "Football lineman in a 3-point stance, butt raised, getting
it from the quarterback?"  Jeff started laughing, but Robert and
Joe were not amused.  At least it was enough to quiet them a little.

"I've got an exam tomorrow.  I'll pass on watching the game." I
said, closing my bedroom door.

With my bedroom sharing a wall with the living room, I knew it was
going to be a long night.  At first I was able to ignore them, even
enough to start to drift off to sleep.  Then I started overhearing
the conversation mid-topic through the wall, not quite sure how the
subject came up.

"So you don't think you're gay when you let them suck your cock?"
It was Joe.  I could tell by the disbelief in his voice.

"No.  It's only gay if you take it up the ass." Robert responded.

"Oh, give me a break.  Aren't they gay when they "just" suck your
cock?" Joe asked.  I was straining to understand Joe's use of
"they" and "them."

"Not necessarily.  I've had friends help me out and I don't think
they're gay, right Jeff?" Robert responded.

"Oh fuck off," said Jeff, but his laugh gave away that he had
helped Robert satisfy a few urges in the past.

"So what's the difference between Jeff and them?" Joe asked.

"Jeff's not interested in taking it up the ass.  Are you Jeff?"
Robert asked laughing, getting a laughing "no" from Jeff.

"And how can you tell they want it up the ass?" Joe asked.

"Well, for one, you can just tell by how they suck your cock.  When
Jeff sucks my cock, you can tell he's just helping me out.  When
they suck my cock, they're really into it." Robert said.

"And for two?" Joe continued, extracting the answer.

"And for two, I've already fucked one of them." Robert replied.

"You have?  Who?!" asked Joe.

"Paul."

"And you don't think you're gay by fucking him?" Joe asked
rhetorically.

"No.  A hole's a hole.  Though I gotta admit I love a tight ass,
but that's as much true for a women as a guy." Robert answered.

"You're ridiculous." said Joe.  "Paul was already out when you
fucked him?"

"He said he was unsure to Cindy, and of course Cindy had to tell me
during pillow talk.  So I just made him sure." Robert said.

"So what about Brian?" Joe asked.

"A work in progress." Robert responded.

A work in progress.  With that I noticed the box of Ex Lax that
Robert had given me that afternoon, after the blowjob, telling me I
would need it to get ready.  I stared at the box.  Do I want to get
fucked?  Two days ago I would have definitely said no, but two
blowjobs later, the sperm, at least from the last one, still in my
stomach, I wasn't so sure.  Why would any guy want to get fucked?
But then again, why would any guy want to suck another guy's cock.
And I had to admit I wanted to, reluctantly at first, but
voraciously at second.  And now, why DO I want to get fucked?  What
is in that act of submission that excites me so much?  I finally
took the Ex Lax, resolving that a decision had not been made, but
that now a decision COULD be made tomorrow.  Finally finding some
peace in the matter, I fell asleep ... But not for long.

"Bomp . bomp-bomp-bomp . bomp-bomp-bomp .. de-dah-de-dah-de-dah-
Bomp . bomp-bomp-bomp . bomp-bomp-bomp .. bompa-bompa-bompa
"Back in black"
"I hit the sack"
"I've been too long I'm glad to be back"
"Yes I'm let loose"
"From the noose ...
...
"Hey Hey, Hey Hey"
"Yes, I'm back in black!"

I was jarred awake and pissed off.  I got out of bed, forgetting
that I was only in underwear, and opened the door to the living
room.

"Hey, turn that the FUCK off.  I've got an exam in the morning." I
yelled.

"You're right, he does have a nice ass when you see it in whitey
tighties." Joe laughed.

"College boys are such pussies.  All hail the hallowed exam!"
Robert taunted.

Knowing full well I was getting nowhere, I retreated to my room in
hopes of their quarter.  It was not forthcoming.  Why am I even
considering getting fucked by Robert.  If I decide to get fucked,
why not get fucked by someone more mature, someone I like, or even
someone I love?  What was the attraction to this twit?  He's even
skinny, though admittedly a muscular wiry.  Sure he's huge, but
cock size isn't it, but the cock's size flags what he's all about:
raw, powerful, unyielding, hedonistic, impulsive sexual prowess.
That's what I wanted.  To be the object of someone's complete
sexual domination getting his complete sexual gratification, all
emanating from his insatiable sexual desire.  Robert had said it
right off the bat, "I'm only giving you a chance to get what you
want."  Now I had a chance to experience a hidden desire.  Still in
the closet, who else would I find to fuck me?  And my desire for it
was growing.  Two days ago I could have dismissed any notion of
getting fucked, but now I was getting obsessed about it.

Finally at 4 am the music stopped and I was able to fall asleep.
But the alarm, followed by the aroused stress of the morning's
Calculus exam, soon jolted me awake.  I got in the shower, dried
off and got dressed in my room, and then went to the kitchen to
grab a quick breakfast.  While eating I began to hear the sound of
a new wild abandonment.  The sound of Robert and Paul fucking.

"Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh's," were mixed with, "Ohh, Ohh, Ohh's" and "Ow,
Ow, Ow's"  Paul's grunts were definitely a mix of pain and
pleasure.  "Robert, stop.  I can't take your cock, it's too big,
Ow, ow, oooh, Ahh."  "Shut up bitch, you took it yesterday and
loved it."  Then Paul built to a crescendo, a cascade of ahh's all
pleasurable.  When he was done, however, unpleasurable ahhh's soon
followed as Robert picked up his pace, followed by his orgasm,
"There bitch.  You're bred.  Let's hope it takes this time."

I could hear fumbling for clothing and the sounds of getting
dressed.  Paul opened the door to his room and walked into the
living room wearing just his underwear, crossing to go to the
bathroom.  He was slightly bent over, his legs spread, each step
hesitant.  He seemed to wince with each step.  The back of his
underwear was stained from cum from the inside.  He would be
remembering this fuck for quite awhile.  Soon Robert came out
completely dressed already, but with his fly unzipped and underwear
down in front as he was wiping cum off his cock onto a towel.  When
he was done, he packed it away and zipped up.  When he noticed me,
he said, "God, he's a great fuck.  I hope you can take it like he
can."

I rolled my eyes, emitting a sigh that expressed the addition of
this new stress onto the main stress of the morning, promptly
leaving for its beckon call, my exam.  What a bitch.  Typical
Calculus exam.  Four problems, 1 hour, each problem ten times
harder than anything you did for homework.  "You're not here to
prove to us what you know.  We're here to prove to you what you
don't know."  You're lucky if you can get the problem started for
"partial credit," otherwise another 25% off.  What a deal?  I was
exhausted.  Lack of sleep.  And my head was a swirl of lust.  I
couldn't concentrate on anything except my own experience with
Robert's cock and Paul getting fucked.  Now I was getting fucked.
Too much cock.  Not enough tail ... Taylor series.

When the exam was done, I decided to blow off my other morning
class and go home.  I knew I didn't do well, but hoped I would be
saved by "the curve."  When I got home, I was relieved that Robert
was gone, but surprised that Paul was home.

"Hi Paul, don't you have class?" I asked.

"Yeah, except you know I got fucked this morning." he said.

"Yeah?" the question inflection adding the "so?" without saying it.

"Well, you don't just go on about your day after you've been fucked
by Robert." Paul said, "It takes awhile to recover."  With my
silence he added, "Robert tells me that you want to get fucked too?"

"No." I denied.

"He said he prepped you.  Did you take it?  You'd better before you
get fucked." Paul warned.

With my uncomfortable silence, he added, "In fact you should dildo
yourself first.  I'm sure glad I had been doing that before I got
fucked."

"Yeah, well I'm not about to run out and buy a dildo, o.k.?" I said
sarcastically.

"Do you want to borrow mine?" Paul asked.

"Are you kidding me?  Don't you think that's a bit like sharing a
toothbrush?" I asked in understated disbelief.

"Don't be an idiot.  You always put a condom on it."  He went into
his room and fetched the thing.  He threw it for me to catch, along
with a condom and a small bottle, "And be sure to use lube,
especially with Robert's cock."

The fact that I didn't give any of the items back stated loud and
clear my intentions to Paul.  I confirmed my desire with a comment
and question, "Jeez, this thing is huge.  Don't they come smaller?"

"Ha, that's the smallest one they sell." Paul replied, then added,
"It's small compared to Robert."

We remained silent on the subject, I eventually retreating to my
room.  I put lube on my asshole, then experimentally inserted a
finger, then two.  What a strange sensation to be penetrated there,
but exciting.  The excitement edged me on.  I put the condom on the
dildo and rubbed lube along its length.  I got on all fours,
looking at my ass in the mirror, fumbling trying to aim the thing
in reverse image.  Finally I got the end to push my sphincter in.
It wasn't yielding, and the more pressure I added was starting to
cause pain.  God, how can anyone get a cock up there?  Then the end
penetrated, the sphincter rebounding back as it wrapped around the
shaft.  The pain caused me to yelp audibly.  But then it was in,
the pain was receding, and I was getting used to it.  I pushed on
it to get a little more in.  Each push caused some pain, but I soon
realized I could back out with it and push in again, slowly
yielding to more and more of the shaft.  I started working it as if
it were thrusting in and out.  That was also painful at first, but
then the sphincter offered no resistance.  I was beating off, and
fucking myself deeper and deeper with it.  I started thinking of
surrendering to Robert's cock.  Just take me!  I orgasmed wildly.
When I was spent, I pulled it out, embarrassed even in my privacy.
But the session was hot.  Maybe I could take Robert's cock after
all.

With a mid-day orgasm complete, I fell into a deep sleep.  I awoke
to Robert coming home.  I got dressed quickly and went into the
living room.  I soon realized that no one else was home.

"Hey bitch, how did the exam go?" Robert asked.

"Not good.  It sucked in fact." I replied, then realized I didn't
defend against the insult.

"Well, if IT sucked, maybe you'd rather get fucked?" Robert asked,
only partially joking.

"No, that's o.k.  I already got fucked today, big time."  I too was
only partially joking.  I couldn't deal with the stress of an exam
and losing my virginity on the same day.

The word "rather" left his question a choice, a "yes" or "no" not
an answer.  Robert knew this, and already had his fly open, cock
out, "A suck then."  It wasn't a question, it was a command.  And
Robert commanded it, melting me.  "Come on bitch, it's been a long
day.  For both of us.  I've got just the thing for stress."  He
grabbed my arm and pulled me over to him, then down to my knees as
he backed against a chair.  He took one hand to lower his jeans and
underwear to his knees, then sat back on the chair, grabbing my
head and pulling it between his knees, "Suck my cock."

"Here?" I said, alarmed that we were in the middle of the living
room.

"Yes, here.  No hiding your cocksucking this time if any of the
roomies are lucky enough to come home in time."

As I settled onto his cock, Robert began to undress me as usual.
It wasn't long before I was in my underwear.  The cock in my mouth
for the third time, I became aroused quickly recalling the previous
blowjobs.  And the chance of getting caught added a new thrill.

"You know why you don't want my cock up your ass yet?  You haven't
associated your own orgasms with either my cock or its loads.  And
that's my fault, only letting you get off on your own afterwards.
I want you jackin off now!" Robert commanded as he pulled the last
article of clothing off my ass, "Grab your cock now and beat it."

As I worked his cock, he once again was rubbing my ass, prodding my
asshole, "You know we can switch anytime you want.  Out of your
mouth and up your ass.  Just let me know.  Still no?  Come on, this
ass is screaming for it.  O.K., tomorrow definitely."

He was right.  I wanted it up my ass NOW, but I held up the
resistance.  Too much for one day.  I was now already reveling in
each level of lust, this time with the cock in my mouth for real
rather than by memory and taste.  Taste now, yes, stronger than
ever.  But add the smells.  The warmth, even hot.  The filling,
gagging, and slurping.  The pulsing.  The precum and spit slime,
smeared on face and lips.  The cock teasing as he rubbed my face
with its end whenever I came up for air.  I sucked with abandon.
And something odd.  Robert was caressing my face, hair, and head.

"Yeah, that's it babe.  Let me take care of the stress.  Let me
take care of you.  Give you what you need." Robert said.  Was
Robert being compassionate, affectionate even?  Was that even
possible for him?  From him?  Just the thought of being cared for,
shelter from the storm, I blew my load.  Robert was still rough,
still dominant, still held my head firmly in control when the big
moment came.  "Here's what you need."  he said as he injected his
load down my throat, under my tongue, into my cheeks, and onto my
face.  I had to swallow, was forced to swallow, and told to clean
him up, his cock smearing cum on my face, cheeks, neck, even chest.
 Another load of his sperm, the third, now in my stomach.  Both
Robert and I were completely satisfied this time, but only I was
another completely cum-covered mess.

I was sucking, licking, slurping, and cleaning his cock, fully
inserted in my mouth when Vicki walked in.