Date: Tue, 19 Apr 2011 23:40:19 -0700
From: marianasdeep3@hushmail.com
Subject: Part 4.  Fucked by the Man of the House

Thanks for the nice comments, and sorry for the delay.  We will at
least get the main character fucked this time.

Part 4

"Vicki?" Robert said, more of a greeting than a question.  I
couldn't say anything, and sat there in stunned silence.

She waited a little bit, to me it seemed like eternity, "What are
you doing?"

"He's sucking my cock," said Robert, always the smart ass.  I still
sat in silence.

"Obviously ..." she said.

"Look Vicki, he's just helping me to get off.   A lot of my friends
do that." Robert said.

"Looks like he was successful." she said to Robert, alluding to my
cum covered face.

I felt somewhat emboldened by Robert's defense, "It looked like you
were successful the other day too," I said, alluding to Vicki's own
tryst with Robert.

"Don't you think this is a little different than that?" Vicki
replied.

"Not really." I said, "Why?"

"Why?  Isn't what you're doing gay?" Vicki asked rhetorically.

"No, it's only gay if you take it up the ass." Robert replied.

"Robert, shut the fuck up," I said.  Then to Vicki, "No, I think
I'm bi."

"Brian, I know I haven't been fair to you.  I'm not upset that
you're having sex with someone else.  But maybe we're not
communicating very well, which is why we're seeking our desires
elsewhere ...," then after a long pause, uncomfortable for both of
us, "I'm not sure where I fit in this picture."

"I'm not sure either," I said, then realizing my stumble, "That is
to say, being bi is confusing.  I'm attracted to you, love having
sex with you, but I've noticed these feelings come up when my self
esteem is down.  And it's been pummeled lately."

"By what?" Vicki asked.

"School ... " I answered quickly and matter-of-factly, then
hesitated, thinking twice before deciding to add, "and you seeking
Robert."

"Remember, he has a small dick?" Robert added.

"God damn it, Robert, shut the fuck up." said Vicki.  I was
surprised by her upset.  She knew the truth of what I said.

"Look.  Let's cool it a bit." she added, "I'll go stay with a
friend.  Give us both some time to sort things out."

With that Vicki went into our room, a chance for me to go into the
bathroom to wipe the cum off my face and to try to get the taste of
Robert's cock out of my mouth.  It wasn't long before Vicki emerged
with a bag.  "I've been talking to Mary about staying with her for
awhile.  That we've been having some issues lately.  I'll be with
her.  Couple of days.  We can talk then about what to do.
Relationships, roommates.  The whole thing."  With that, she left.

Cindy soon came home, and she and Robert retreated to their room.
I had some studying to do for other classes, neglected for the big
exam.  I tried to study at home for a change, and was soon tired.
I was also distracted, dreading the next day.  Though it would be
TGIF, we would be getting our exam back.  If you know you fucked up
an exam, getting it back is almost worse than taking it.  I finally
surrendered from studying when I heard Robert and Cindy going at
it.  Though I had been spent from jacking off during the blowjob,
hearing Robert's virility once again got me horny and I jacked off,
the sweet stress release of another orgasm putting me to sleep.

I awoke to an unusually quiet house, Vicki gone, Paul already gone
to an early morning class, and Robert and Cindy asleep.  I finished
in the shower and stood at the mirror, a towel wrapped around my
waist as I brushed my teeth and combed my hair.  I was in the
middle of shaving when Robert sleepily walked in nude.  He just
didn't give a shit who he exposed himself to as he got ready in the
morning.  He was already turning on the shower before he finally
awoke enough to notice me, grunting a good morning in his daze as
he waited for the shower stream to warm.  I had been watching his
body the whole time, flaccid cock hanging halfway to his knees,
prominent pubic bush, but clustered only around his cock, the rest
of his mid-region hairless, except for a thin treasure trail to his
navel.  It wasn't that he groomed there like the guys do these
days, just that he was still developing, even at 19.  You could
tell the muscles had only recently won the growth competition with
the bones, still thin but no longer scrawny.  As he turned to step
into the shower, he displayed a tight ass, every bit an attraction
for cock as much as mine.  Why couldn't his be fucked?  Somehow you
could tell by the way it carried itself that it would never be
fucked.  That if you tried, you would be flipped, your own ass
greeted by the enlarging phallus swinging on the other side.  And
yet his residual boyhood displayed an innocence through this man's
toughness, his cockiness.  His thin form still revealed ribs,
accentuating the pattern of his 6 pack, a David not an Atlas.  As
he bent over to step over the tub into the shower stream, I noticed
his pectorals were firm, but displayed upturned tits like mine.  He
too was only recently ripened fruit.

I left for my math class to get the dreaded exam back.  A fucking
D.  God damnit, not only shitty, but behind the rest of the shitty
class.  I mean, what was the median?  A 52?  You're going to trust
someone passing with a C this class, this stepping stone to
engineering and medicine, to design your bridge or operate on your
brain, scoring only a 52?  And what am I?  Only slightly less
clueless with a 46?  I was suppose to have this pre-requisite class
done by the end of my sophomore year, and here it was the first
semester of my junior year.  Now I would have to save my ass on the
final, greatly increasing the stress for finals week.

As I walked home, it was some time to reflect.  If I hate this
class so much, why don't I drop it?  The answer is that the major
requires it, hell, engineering requires you pass with at least a B.
 So why not change majors?  Every major worth a shit, i.e. a
paycheck, requires it.  Is that the end all, a paycheck?  Why not
major in art?  We don't pay for that.  Music?  Maybe Justin
Timberlake, Justin Bieber, AC/DC, the Backstreet Boys.  But
Beethoven, lover of the flute as well as the clarinet, oboe, and
French horn?  We don't pay for that.  Literature, poetry, fiction?
We don't pay for that.  That's why T.V. sucks.  History?
Philosophy?  Science for science sake?  We don't pay for that.  And
how long has it been since an engineer got to design something from
the ground-up anyway, did something to the new model of car other
than move the coffee-cup-holder?  They say this class teaches you
to think, but if the engineer did get a chance to design something
new, do you really think he would have to converge a Taylor series
first?  Maybe a computer engineer designing a new computer
operating system would need a Taylor series.  But now all that is
"new" is just an upgrade, and when has an upgrade changed something
more significant than the appearance of the clock?  We don't pay
for more than that.

Dry wall at the new McDonalds.  We pay for that.  And Robert, or I
guess more his friend Joe, knows that.  Don't tax your life with
much more than that and you can spend the rest of your time fucking.

When I got home, Paul was getting ready to leave for class, and
seeing him reminded me I really wanted to talk to him.  There was
something else pressing on me, something more to reflect on.

"Hi Brian.  I don't know if I told you, Cindy and I are going home
together to see the folks this weekend.  But we're going out
tonight if you want to join us.  After my lab this afternoon, I'm
meeting Cindy over at the train station to get tickets, then we're
going over to The Bullfrog to hold a table for the gang.  We're
taking the Midnight Special tonight, so we can carouse until at
least 11 pm," Paul said.

"Who's all going?" I asked.

"The whole house, even Vicki, and Mary her new roommate.  Robert's
meeting us there after he gets off of work.  Are you going to join
us?"

"Yeah, sure.  Sounds like fun.  I need to drown some sorrows
anyway." I said.

"The exam?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, it sucked."  Paul was hurrying to leave, so I abruptly
changed the topic.  "Paul, if you're leaving for the whole weekend,
there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

"What's up?  Can it wait for tonight?" Paul asked.

"No, I wanted to ask about you and Robert."  When he got my drift,
I continued with my question, but I already knew the answer,
obvious from the cum stain I noticed on the back of his underwear
after he got fucked by Robert yesterday morning:  "Did you, or I
guess I should say do you, and Robert use a condom?"

"Ah, ... no." Paul said.

"Don't you think you should?" I asked.

"Well, I don't think he'd go for it." Paul said.

"Did you ask?" I asked Paul.

"Well, ... no," Paul answered, "Like I said, I don't think he'd go
for it."

"Did you do the two-week thing?  You know, test, wait, and test
again?" I asked.

"Oh come on Robert," Paul responded, then laughed, "In case you
haven't noticed, Robert doesn't wait two DAYS to fuck."

"Well, do you at least know he's safe from his relationship with
Cindy?" I asked.

"I think Robert gets around a little more than that.  You told me
he fucked Vicki." Paul said.

"Yeah, but that's in the house.  So you don't think he's faithful
to Cindi?" I asked.

"Brian, he fucked Vicki, he fucked me, and now he's hitting on you.
 What do you think?" Paul asked.

"Yeah, but all that's still in the house..." I started to say.

 "Brian, come on, you know he gets around." Paul answered.

"Don't you think it's risky?" I got to the point.

"Well, it's not like I haven't thought about it.  But I think the
risk is overstated." Paul responded, "Look, you can get it from
blowing him too, and you've already done that."

"Yeah, but I've always heard that taking it is more risky." I said.

When he saw that I was uncomfortable with his decision, Paul made
his point, "Look Brian.  I can't explain it, but I wanted Robert's
cum up my ass.  Not in a condom, up my ass.  And he's not going to
wait two weeks."

Paul's expression of this desire struck me, left me silent, but
with a new clarity.  I couldn't articulate this desire before, but
now I knew why the blowjobs were not enough.  Why they left me
wanting more.  I too wanted Robert's cock to pulse cum up my ass.

Paul could sense that he made his point, that he was now excused,
"Anything else, Brian.  I really gotta go or I'm going to be late
for my lab."

"No, go ahead ... and thanks." I said with a nod.

"Sure thing.  See you tonight, right?" Paul asked leaving.

"Yeah, sure." I replied.

The house was now weirdly silent.  Usually Friday afternoons were
kick back time, stereo going, everyone getting ready to go out,
excited at the end of a long week.  Obviously plans had been moved
up because of Paul's and Cindy's eventual departure.  Robert,
Cindy, and Paul were planning on going straight to The Bullfrog.  I
had the house to myself for the next three hours, and decided to
use it to take a nap.  Entering my room, I stripped to my
underwear, then noticed myself in the mirror.  My ass, tight,
round, no different from when I was in high school, hell, even
middle school.  But I never thought of it as attractive before.
Never really thought an ass attracted anything, well at least not
on a guy.  A guy's ass has allure?  A guy's ass IS a lure?  For
cock?  How could Robert want to fuck it?  And if Robert, who else
wants it?  I started getting excited thinking of a new universe, a
new reality I didn't know existed before.  I looked around the room
at a few of Vicki's things, and a photograph of us.  I laid on my
bed in confusion.  With the privacy, I soon found myself sobbing,
and with its release of stress, the gift of emotions, I fell asleep.

I awoke to a door slamming, my first reaction fear.  Who the hell
could be coming into the house.  I got up, slipped on my jeans and
grabbed a bat I had in the closet, entering the living room.

"So, you want to play baseball?  I'd like to get past 3rd base with
you."  It was obviously Robert.

"What the fuck are you doing here?  How did you get in?" I asked.

"Cindy gave me a key for the weekend.  How about that?  We have the
house to ourselves."  Robert said.

"I thought you were going straight from work to meet Paul and
Cindy," I asked.

"I heard you were home alone, so I left work early.  I wanna fuck.
With the house empty, you can be as loud as you'll need to be."
Robert said bluntly.

"Well I'm not sure I want ..." I started to say.

"You know, I don't care what the fuck you want because you act like
you don't know what you want.  I KNOW what I want, and that's to
fuck you senseless," Robert said, loosening his belt and
unbuttoning his fly.  I was transfixed, staring as he zipped down,
"And you know what?  You DO know what you want too.  You WANT me to
fuck you senseless, and you're just too full of bullshit to admit
it."

"Aren't they waiting over at The Bullfrog?" I asked, trying to
divert where this was going.  Robert pulled his cock out of his
underwear, shaking its head at me.  His words became my admission
ringing in my brain, the admission made obvious as I resumed my
stare.

"Get over here and suck my cock." Robert demanded.  I was
spellbound as I walked over, meekly obeying.  Robert pushed on my
head to get me on my knees in front of him.  He started rubbing his
cock on my face.  I wanted it.  I opened my mouth to take him in ...
but to my surprise he pulled it away.

"This time, if it touches those pussy lips, it's going up your
ass." Robert informed  me, "What's it going to be, pussyboy?"

I needed his cock.  I didn't care anymore.  Fine, fuck me.  I had
one last thread of resistance, asking a question that only proved
to Robert that he had me bagged, "Will you use a condom?"

"Hell no.  What's the point of showering with a raincoat on?  And
none of that coitus interruption shit.  I'm like Kobe Bryant.  Once
I start fucking, you're gonna get fucked, as in knocked up.  You
got it?"

I nodded my understanding, taking his cock in my mouth, signaling
to both of us that I was going to be fucked.

"Yeah, that's it bitch.  Ya start by sucking the cock that's gonna
fuck ya.  Get to know it on a one-to-one.  Rub my balls," Robert
commanded.

I grabbed the scrotum, caressing the testicles between fingers,
these sperm factories, rising and falling on their own, had already
produced the sperm that was soon going to go up my ass.  That sperm
was sent down to his prostate long ago to be mixed into cum.  The
balls in my hands were now working on tomorrow's sperm load, a load
for another fuck another time.  Could be anyone getting it
tomorrow, but very likely me again.  Robert moaned his approval,
then started fucking my face as usual.  But just when I started to
enjoy it, he pulled out, "Enough of that, you've already swallowed
enough of my cum," he said, grabbing my arm, "Come on."

He pulled me onto my feet and into Cindy's room while working my
jeans button and fly, me already losing my jeans to my ankles,
already skipping steps by the time I reached the bed.  He pushed
me, tripping me over the wad of jeans at my ankles, onto the bed
face down, then grabbed the ankle hems, pulling the jeans off,
first one leg then the other.  He turned his attention to his own
jeans, already opened and down in front, cock shining from a
blowjob, but now settling off of his ass, then off of each lifted
leg.

"Stick your ass up." Robert commanded.  When I complied, he pulled
my underwear off in one stroke, throwing them on the floor.  "Here,
you might want this," he said, throwing me a bottle of lube.  It
was apparent that if I wanted any lube, I had better get to work on
myself, including opening myself.  Working my own ass, first one,
then two, then three fingers, while looking over my shoulder, I saw
Robert lose his underwear.  He was completely nude now, for the
first time ever for any sex I had had with him until now.  He held
onto his underwear bunched in one hand as he crawled onto my back.
Quicker than I thought would happen, his whole weight was on my
backside as he laid me flat, his stomach, abs, and chest warming my
back, his hips and cock warming my butt.  But then I found out what
his intentions were as his underwear was being pulled over my head.
 The crotch side was toward my face.

"This is so you can continue to taste and smell my cock while it
fucks you," he said as the pouch went over my nose.  I was
inundated with his crotch smells: musk, sweat, b.o., cum.  I was
getting intoxicated on the hormones.

With that, he sat up so that his butt was sitting on the backside
of my knees, "I said stick your ass up."  When I complied, I felt
him swat my ass, a painful sting registering his dominance.  He
pulled on my pelvis to raise my ass higher, then massaged its
muscles with his hands, "I've been looking forward to fucking this
bubble for a long time."  With that, he stopped rubbing with his
hands, grabbed the base of his cock, and for the first time, I felt
a penis rubbing up and down my crack.  At least ten times, the piss
slit would rub down along my crack, then the top of its head would
poke my asshole and run back up the length of my crack.  Then he
settled his cock into the cradle formed between butt cheeks and
crack.  I kept bracing, but he planned to warn me.

"Ready to get fucked?" Robert asked, and with my reply not
forthcoming, "Come on, answer me, boy."  He swatted my ass again.

"Yeah" I said.

"Yeah what?" he asked, then swatted again.

"Yeah, I'm ready." I said.

"Ready for what?" he asked swatting me yet again.

"To get fucked." I said.

"You want this cock?" he asked, fingering my hole.

"Yeah," I sighed, feeling his fingers, the first penetration, other
than my own, ever.

"Yeah, sure looks like it." He said, "Can you beg for it?  Come on
beg for it."

"Please," I said.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Please give it to me." I said.

"What?" he asked again.

"Your cock?" I said, frustrated not knowing what to say.

"How?" he asked.

"Up my ass." I said.

"What, you want to get fucked?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said.

"You're really naughty," he said, swatting my ass hard again.  My
ass was really stinging, and I was hoping, wondering when it would
quit, "Yeah what?  Please ... ," he lead me, trailing off leaving me
to finish.

"Please fuck me." I said.

"Gladly," he said as I suddenly felt a duller pain, his cock
pressing into my sphincter.  I kept waiting for my hole to wrap
around his tip, like it yielded to the dildo.  But it just
wouldn't.  Robert's cock was so big, it continued to resist,
continued to get pushed in as it widened.  When it finally yielded
and the head of the cock slipped in, I yelped.

"Ah, the sound of a popped cherry." Robert said.

His words reminded me what was happening, or rather, what happened.
 I was no longer a virgin.  But it wasn't what I expected, no
thrill.

"Robert, pull out.  Please, pull out.  It's too big!" I said.

"That's what they all say.  Remember Kobe?  No stopping?  You're
not fucked until you're knocked up.  And you're gonna get fucked."
With that, he thrust part of his shaft in, the first couple inches.

"Oooowww,"  I cried, "Stop!"

"Don't' worry.  All pussies cry the first time.  Especially with my
cock," he said as another couple inches of shaft widened my
sphincter and parted my insides.

When I cried out again, he pulled back offering some relief, but it
only made the next advance easier and deeper.  I realized now that
this was the drill, that there was now enough cock in me to pump
the rest in, back and forth.  With each forth, I was getting opened
deeper, my asshole widened further.  Each forth was as if I was
getting fucked for the first time, each producing a whine between
sobs.  Finally he bottomed out.  When I felt his pelvis resting on
the top of my butt, I knew I had his whole cock up inside me.  He
rested awhile, letting me get used to being stuffed.  Then he moved
from side to side to continue opening me.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting to get into this
position.  Your ass is now mine."  Robert said.  "Ready to get
fucked, pussyboy?"

Robert didn't wait for a reply.  The thrusting started.  At first
it was slow, each thrust continuing to open me.  Robert was
indifferent to my whines that were slowly turning into moans.  I
felt cock up the only shaft available, cock between the tops of my
leg bones on each side, cock below my tail bone above, and cock
pressing against my prostate (a thrill) and my bladder (a pain)
below.

My legs were widening, part of Robert's continued manipulations of
my legs, pelvis, and hips.  Pressing on my lower back, he kept my
butt upturned.  I couldn't believe how submissive this left me.  A
guy offering up his ass, no, having his ass taken, used in a way he
didn't think possible.  Combined with his cock thrusting, each
thrust extracting a moan, the position left no more resistance in
me to the cock's advances.  Crack widening and butt cheeks parting
from below, this boy's butt was being cleaved.  Eventually the only
discomfort I felt was from an increasing pain in my insides, most
notably in front.  But as he kept thrusting, I kept feeling pain
deeper inside than his shaft was reaching, and realized it was from
pressure.  It was the only pain left, but it was increasing.

"Robert, stop thrusting.  It's pumping me up inside." I cried.

"Brian, shut the fuck up.  Don't be so dainty.  You're getting
fucked.  Push it back out." He commanded.

As I pushed against his thrusts, relieving the pressure, my ass
offered no more resistance.  As a result, the fucking increased to
a frenzy.  I was reduced to a moaning slut as my prostate fuck
central was stimulated.  Robert's pace picked up to the point where
he was bouncing off of my butt as if it were an exercise ball.  I
blew my load, the spasming sucking on Robert's cock.

"Yeah, that's it, see?  With me the ladies cum first." Robert said.

Then the moment came where I knew I was being seeded.  Robert gave
two thrusts, full cock length, each followed by pauses.  I felt his
cock pulse, hearing him grunt with each pause.  To my surprise, he
pulled out.  I felt two ropes of warm cum, the first landing on my
lower back, across my left butt cheek, and into my crack, the
second along my lower spine and into my crack.  But then his cock
took my ass again; I couldn't believe how fast his enormous cock
could just re-enter me.  I must be opened to the moon.  He thrusted
and paused at least 5 more times before he stopped.  I could feel
his cock continuing to spasm.

When he was spent, he pulled his cock out.  But he wasn't done.  He
used his cock to collect up the sperm on my back and butt, stirring
it into my crack, then pushing it into my asshole.  It was his way
of letting me know, by feel, that I was fucked.  That his sperm was
up my ass.

When he was done, conquest complete, he got to his feet, "Only
faggots take it up the ass.  How does it feel to be a faggot?"

When he didn't get an answer, he continued, "You were a pretty good
fuck.  A little whiney at times, but you learned to take cock
pretty well.  Not as good as Paul, but he's a pro."

I could barely bring my legs together enough to roll to my side to
watch him.  Robert had his ass turned to me, opening a dresser
drawer he shared with Cindy.  His ass was every bit as tight as
mine, every bit as small, every bit as much of a bubble.  And yet I
knew it would never be fucked.  Why not?  What made him a fucker
and me fucked.  When he turned, I got my answer.

His cock now facing me was already flaccid, mission accomplished.
I watched it as it hung half way to his knees, swinging as he
turned from grabbing some new underwear out of his drawer.  How
could someone have a cock so big?  How did I ever take it up my
ass?  I knew by the soreness in my ass it didn't take the cock
easily.  I would be remembering this fuck for a long, LONG time.  I
continued to watch Robert's cock swing freely as he grabbed the
underwear off my head, me having forgotten they were even there.

"Do you want to keep these for later?" he asked.

When the rolling of my eyes again left silence, he used them to
wipe the cum off his cock, then threw them in his laundry.  He
started sliding on the new pair of underwear up each leg, his cock
continuing to swing.  This cock that had probed my insides was now
satisfied for the time being, having been rubbed enough to release
its essence inside me.  Me knocked up with its sperm, it was now
being put away, being arranged to fill a small space, no longer
free, but cramped into an underwear pouch.  The cock was further
offended when the already cramped pouch was being covered by and
pressed against blue jeans.  A zipper and button finished the
cock's confinement, its only solace that it was now snug and warm.

"You better get dressed if you want to join us at The Bullfrog."
Robert said.

Robert's obliviousness of, no, it was indifference to, my condition
was a bit of a shock.  For Robert, the fuck was done.  Time to move
onto the next order of business:  food and drink.  For me, my time
with the fuck was only beginning.  I now knew why Paul didn't go to
class after his morning session with Robert yesterday, what he
meant when he explained that you don't just go on about your day
after you've been fucked by Robert.  My sphincter wasn't closed,
and what was worse, there was no indication it was closing or was
going to.  As I moved to get up, I felt squirts of cum running down
my leg.  I reached to grab my underwear on the floor ... but to my
surprise they were snatched away.

"Uh hah, nope.  I'm keeping those.  They're part of my collection
of virgin panties." Robert said.

As I got up off the bed, I realized this was going to take awhile.
Robert watched as I walked to the bathroom, bent over with wide
strides.  I bent over to look at my ass in the mirror, and became
quite concerned.  There was a lot of cum ... and a little blood.
Robert caught up to me in the bathroom as I first noticed.

"Sorry.  I make all my women bleed.  I wouldn't worry about it."
Robert said.

I wasn't concerned about it, rather the large greenish-blue tint
around my sphincter and up my crack, a bruise as a clear indication
I had been fucked.  It was going to make sitting difficult.  My
sphincter was open wide, a continuous stream of Robert's sperm
oozing out, but with most of the sperm still embedded deep inside,
I knew I couldn't stop the stream.

"Um ... ahh ... ahh.  I don't think ... uh...I don't think I'm gonna go out
tonight." I finally managed to say.

"Yeah, my cock does that to pussies.  Opens them up really wide.
It closes in a couple hours and the pain's gone in a couple days."
Robert said as he started to leave, now completely dressed, "Unless
you're fucked again, of course.  I'm looking forward to a few more
fucks this weekend."