Date: Sun, 27 Nov 2016 19:05:09 -0800
From: Stuart Sharp <stuartjamessharp@gmail.com>
Subject: Blackmailed by a Frat Boy - Chapter 6

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BLACKMAILED BY A FRAT BOY

by Stuart James Sharp
stuartjamessharp@gmail.com

CHAPTER 6

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It was Friday night, and the floor of my freshman dorm was throwing a party.

I was more of a wallflower, opting to sip a beer on the outskirts of the
room while watching a beer pong game in progress.  Two bros battled against
a guy and a girl, and it was a pretty even match.

Of course, I didn't care about the match.  I paid more attention to the
boys.  The two bros were wearing neon-colored tanktops that matched so well
they may as well have been a set.  Every time they sank a cup, they yelled
out in victory and I imagined the "O" of the first bro's mouth wrapped
around the second bro's cock.

The first bro raised the ping pong ball to shoot, and my eyes darted down
to his waist, where his tanktop rose enough to reveal the top of his white
Fruit-of-the-Looms. Straight boys always seem to wear cheap underwear.

Fuck. The second bro was wearing sweatpants, and after a particularly
bouncy high-five, I could clearly make out his cock head in the fabric. He
definitely had a big dick. I would have given anything to grab it. Of
course, it certainly wasn't as big as Evan's... or as nice. Evan's cock was
perfect. But this bro's cock was very nice. Definitely suck-able. I would
definitely swallow his fresh cum, no matter how much came out. (Not that
anyone could cum more than Evan... or shoot as far. I wanted to lie naked on
my back at Evan's feet, and see if he could cum over the top of my head.)

Fuck! I had a boner. A definite hard-on. A stiffy.

I held my beer can in front of my dick and slowly edged toward the door...
and that's when another boy came in, blocking my way. The boy wore a
slightly-too-large baseball cap, a loose-fitting T-shirt, and tight black
pants...

With a flash of exhilaration, I recognized the boy as Peter... the boy who
had shared Evan's cum with me on my second encounter with Evan. The boy
with whom I had competed in a cock-sucking competition. While Evan stood
over us, smirking and holding an iPhone with the lens pointed at his own
cock.

I immediately looked away, but felt Peter's gaze hot on me. Peter wasn't
backing down.

"What's up, man?" he said, waving.

"Oh! Hey," I said, pretending only now to notice him. As I slid past Peter
to leave, he grabbed my shoulder.

"Where are you going?"

"Huh? Just back to my room..."

The bro with the sweatpants looked up. "Yo Stuart, you know Peter? He's in
my frat."

I looked at Peter and froze. I wasn't sure what to say. I didn't really
know Peter at all. I'd only ever seen him the one time we were both on our
knees in front of Evan. Peter had worn these tightey whities that grabbed
his package in such an epic way. He was super skinny but had a skater look
to him and a huge bulge. And that fucking hat... he sucked on fratboy Evan's
giant cock while wearing his hat backwards. Evan had grabbed the back of
his hat and shoved his mouth down.

I found myself imagining Peter in nothing but tightey whities and a
backwards baseball cap.

Peter interrupted, "Yeah we have a class together. What's up, man?"

I shook myself awake from my trance. "Not much." Fuck. Fuck. This guy knew
all about the fucking videos, about Evan... but he wouldn't tell my
dorm-mates. That would be way fucked up. Plus, apparently he was in one of
these bros' frat. No way would he out himself.

"Gonna grab a beer in my room, see you later," I said.

"Can I grab one, too?" said Peter. "...If you have another?"

"Uh... sure," I said. Then turned and quickly walked out the door and down
the hall.

"Slow down, bro!" Peter called after me.

I reached my dorm room door and dipped in the key card. The lock blinked
green and I swung the door open.

My roommate was gone. He had gone to some party somewhere... I wasn't sure if
he was out for the night or not. Probably depended on whether he met a
girl. Once we were both inside:

"When was the last time you saw Evan?"

I went to the fridge and grabbed two beers. Passed one to Peter. "Why?" I
asked.

"He hasn't responded to any of my texts since the night I was with you,"
said Peter. He cracked his beer and chugged a healthy amount.

"Really?" I said as my stomach fluttered. Evan hadn't contacted Peter since
that night? Whereas I had seen him multiple times? I had texted him naked
photos of myself to him, adding to his collection of blackmail. I'd taken
his huge cock railing me to the ground. I found myself smiling.

"Wow," said Peter. "I bet you have some of his cum in your stomach right
now."

"Look, dude..." I said. But really I was thinking about how much I wished I
had Evan's cum in my stomach right now.

"It's cool. He clearly had you lose our little competition because he liked
you more. And I understand. You're really fucking cute."

I wasn't sure what to say. "Thanks... I thought you looked cute, too." I
quickly chugged some beer.

"You thought I looked cute in my underwear? Is that what you're saying?"
Peter smirked.

"Y-yeah," I stammered as butterflies filled my stomach. Was Peter flirting
with me? "And you were wearing that hat."

"You like it?" Peter asked as he pulled the cap off his head. He ruffled
his hat hair and plopped the hat on me. "Looks good on you."

I adjusted the hat and glanced in a nearby mirror. I had a flash again to
Peter sucking Evan's giant cock. He was wearing this exact hat.

"Damn. You're hard right now," Peter said, chuckling. I looked down and
sure enough, the outline of my erection was visible in my jeans. "Why don't
you take it out? I didn't get to see it before."

"You wanna see my dick?" I asked. "I didn't see yours before, either."

Without missing a beat, Peter unbuckled his jeans and pulled them and his
tightey whities down to flash his soft cock. And damn was it a cock. It was
totally soft and super hung. A real serpent. My dick was pretty big when
hard, but his was probably twice the size of mine soft.

Peter looked up and saw me staring. He stepped closer. He had shaved his
pubes for the most part, and that only made him look bigger. "Go ahead and
touch it," Peter said. I looked up and met his eyes. He smiled and raised
his eyebrows. I think he could tell how turned on I was by him. He had
these big, adorable boyish eyes and with the ruffled hat hair and that
disarming smile... I wanted to grab his face and kiss him and then drop to
my knees and suck his cock.

I wrapped my fingers around his warm, smooth cock. He shivered slightly and
I felt him start to harden. I gently tugged on his dick back and forth,
looking him in the eye while I did.

God, how I wanted to kiss him and suck his cock. He thought I was cute - he
said so himself... fuck... maybe it was the beers or my pent-up horniness,
but I decided to go for it.

I leaned in and kissed Peter on the lips. He froze at first, then kissed
back, slipping his tongue between my lips and opening up my mouth. I tasted
his warm, sweet breath. Then he pulled away and I, overcome with lust,
dropped down to my knees.

"Hell yeah," Peter muttered as I dropped down to be eye-level with his
cock. It was such a damn pretty cock... half-hard now and just thick and
juicy and hung as hell. Evan's cock was definitely more massive, but
Peter's seemed so large for such a relatively small boy.

I took his cock in my hand and put the head of it into my lips, tasting his
skin. Peter reached toward my head and turned around the hat he'd put on
me. It was just like when he had sucked Evan's cock. Except this time, I
was sucking his cock. The tufts of my bangs stuck out through the snap-back
of the cap while the bill pointed backward.

I couldn't hold back and swallowed his cock as deep as it would go,
deep-throating him in one motion.

"Holy fuck, dude!" Peter gasped as I took his rod all the way down my
throat. "You are good at that... I see why Evan likes you."

I slipped his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him, catching my
breath. "Thanks," I said.

"Well, don't stop, dude! That feels amazing."

I smiled and started sucking on Peter's cock in earnest. I admired his
defined abs and his thin, skater-boy body. He had strong legs with a
dusting of hair on them, and they started to buck back and forth as he
thrust his now fully-hard dick in and out of my mouth. I'd guess he was
around 7 inches and straight as an arrow. Just really pretty.

As I kept sucking his dick, he started moaning a little bit and I realized
I would soon find out what his cum was like. I wanted to swallow it all. I
wondered if he came a little or a lot.

Peter grabbed the back of his hat on my head and pulled me down onto his
cock. "That's it, suck that dick. Suck that big cock."

He was almost starting to sound like Evan as he stood over me, commanding
me to suck him off in my own dorm room.

Then, he suddenly pulled me off.

"Wanna see how much I cum?" he asked. It was almost a dare.

"Y-yes!" I said eagerly. Peter smirked and pulled his hat off my head. He
turned the hat upside-down and held it under his dick. Holy shit, was he
about to cum in his hat?

"You can film it if you want. Keep it from the waist down," said Peter. He
was going to let me film him cumming into his hat? Holy shit... that would
mean I could watch it whenever I wanted. This was like Christmas.

I grabbed my iPhone and started recording. On the screen I saw Peter jerk
his long 18-year-old hard cock up and down. His knees started trembling and
he moaned louder. "Oh fuck yeah... oh fuck I'm gonna cum... Oh FUCK!"

I filmed as Peter shot a massive load that splatted into his hat.
"Fuuuuuck!" Another huge spurt, then another, then another. Peter showed
few signs of stopping, this was insane. He was a cum machine. Eventually it
was just a drool of cum that he flicked into the hat. There was a small
pool of the warm cloudy cum inside the hat. I leaned in with the phone to
get a good view of it for the recording. Peter smirked, watching me film
his huge load of cum. I realized with my other hand I was rubbing my dick
through my jeans.

"Turn it off," Peter commanded, and I stopped the recording. "Hope you
enjoy that later." He downed the rest of his beer, still holding the
cum-filled hat. "Ready to go back out and party?"

"Fuck... um... sure," I said.

"Good. Here, I'll even let you wear my hat." And with that, Peter put the
hat on my head. His warm cum soaked my hair and started dripping down the
side of my head a little bit. I was stunned, shocked at what he just did.

"Dude, what the hell?" I acted outraged but in a weird way I liked it.

"You've gotta wear it like that the rest of the night. Understand?"

"You want me to wear your hat that's filled with your cum while we go
party? No way! People are gonna notice."

"Nobody will notice. C'mon, you should be happy I'm giving you a free hat."

I looked in the mirror again. I did look pretty cute with the hat, and I
don't think you could tell it was soaked in cum inside. It's not like it
looked wet on the outside.

"Okay," I agreed. "Let's go party."

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Thanks for reading. The next part is coming soon. Email me if you enjoyed
it at stuartjamessharp@gmail.com :)