Date: Tue, 3 May 2016 19:17:30 +0000
From: Bruce Demosthenes <sourceskid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Made to Sub For Foreign Students Part 2

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While my fascination and attraction for Terry was occupying most of my time
and imagination, I hadn't forgotten about the dark skinned boy in the
basement.

I rarely saw Mohamed but when I did I perked up and within a few minutes of
us catching up on what was new with him his smile began to melt my heart.

He was such a sweet boy and such a flawless Egyptian beauty.

I had been lucky.  Both of my foreign students were attractive, polite,
tidy and friendly.

As the weeks went on I found myself sniffing every one of Terry's briefs
every time as I loaded the laundry, desperately wanting to smell him and
trying to picture him in them.  I would jack off every night looking at
Asian boys on the internet wondering how similar or different he might be
if I ever got to see him naked.

After going away to an academic conference for a week, I returned to find
the apartment empty.  I undressed, put on a bathrobe, and then unpacked.

While I wanted to do Terry's laundry again, having missed touching his
underwear for a full week, I had a full load of my own from my week away,
so I took my laundry basket downstairs.

After I loaded the washing machine and started the cycle I began to go
upstairs.

Mohamed, who always kept his bedroom door closed when he was not at home,
had left it wide open.  I suspected he didn't know I would be coming back
that day so had forgotten to shut it.

I am never tempted to go into the boys' rooms.  I value my privacy and I
respect theirs.  But as I glanced down the hall I could see a pile of dirty
clothes on the floor next to the bed.

I don't know if it was because I missed touching Terry's underwear, but I
found myself going down the hall and entering his bedroom.

Picking through the clothes I found several pairs of jockey briefs.  They
were different colours: white, red and blue.

I examined the white ones as I knew they would show the most stains.

They had sweat stains in the crotch, very noticeable at the leg band under
the balls.  There was even a brown skid mark in the back.

I couldn't help myself.  I lifted the pair to my nose and inhaled the
crotch.  I even inhaled at the back.

I was rock hard even before my nose was fully buried in his briefs.

I was finally getting the smell of a university student's cock and balls.
It wasn't Terry's but Mohamed was just as attractive if not more.

I then took turns sniffing the front of each of the pairs.

Mohamed had to be circumsized, but there was a noticeable musk smell in the
crotch of each of his briefs.

The red pair seemed to have a crusty feel in the front.  As I licked and
sniffed it I realized Mohamed must have taking is cock out through the
y-front and jacked off while still wearing them.  This was dried cum.

It wasn't just dried cum, it was far enough up the briefs and to the side
he must have a pretty big cock.

I glanced at the bed in front of my and pictured him lying in these
jockey's on the bed, no other clothes on, his brown big uncut cock out the
hole, stroking it and then cumming on the waistband and on the red cloth
underneath where I could now taste it.

By now my bathrobe was open.  The fact I was in this boy's private bedroom
was lost on me.  I was so aroused by the smell of him on his briefs and now
his dry cum I was actively stroking my cock licking and sniffing his
underwear standing in his bedroom.

So caught up in his briefs was I that I didn't hear him come down the
stairs or enter his bedroom.  The first I knew I wasn't alone was when his
hands grabbed my shoulders and he pushed me forward so I fell face down on
his bed.

Panic started to take hold, but before I could do a fight or flight thing,
the back of my bathrobe was pushed up.

Mohamed lay on my back.

I could feel him moving around as he undid his pants.

He is smaller than me and I could have forced him off me but instead I just
lay there face down on his bed as he struggled to get his pants undone as
he lay on top of me.

I could feel the cold metal of his belt and zipper against my ass and I
could feel his hand fish his cock out of his pants and push it into my ass
crack.

Did this count as rape?  This boy was about to shove his cock into my
virgin ass without my permission (then again I didn't ask permission to go
into his room and smell his underwear).

With one hand Mohamed grabbed the red pair of his jockey briefs that I
still had in my hand and shoved it into my mouth.  With the other he spit
onto it and I could feel his fingers rubbing spit into my crack.  He spit
again and I could feel him on top of me rubbing it onto his cock as I lay
under him.

He was laying totally on top of me his exposed cock now pressing into my
crack.  I could feel the roughness of his clothes.  His pants were only
pushed down slightly and I could feel the belt and the zipper and the rough
denim against the back of my thighs.

His cock as he moved it around in my crack trying to find my hole felt
enormous.

I don't know if it was intentional but him staying on top of me discouraged
me from trying to get up.  He wasn't holding me down with his hands, he was
just on my back, his cock moving around seeking entry, his pulled down
pants cutting into the back of my legss

I knew this was going to hurt.

He knew this was going to hurt.  Mohamed had pushed his briefs into my
mouth to keep me quiet.

Did I want this?

Did I deserve this for invading his privacy?

Did I ask for this by sniffing his briefs?

Finally he found my hole.  As he unceremoniously shoved his cock into my
hole I let out a muffled scream into his briefs.

I don't know how big his cock was.  I had never seen him naked.  I had
never even pictured it until I saw his clothes pile on the floor that day
and been tempted to check out his dirty underwear.

As the head pressed against my virgin hole it felt enormous.  I pictured a
beer can being pressed into my ass it felt so big.

With only spit for lube it was difficult for him to get his cock head into
me and once the head broke through my anus I felt every inch of his huge
cock being shoved up my ass.

I don't know if I needed to scream that bad but with my mouth gagged with
his underwear I let myself go.  I scream into the cloth underwear gag.

He sunk the entire cock into my ass and it was big.  I could feel it all
the way up inside me.  If felt like it had gone in so far it would come out
the front.

He didn't pause.  As soon as he was all the way in he began to fuck me.
And soon I was whimpering and screaming in pain with every thrust he did.

With the gag in my mouth I probably whined and whimpered more than I would
have if he had just fucked me.  It hurt mind you, but having briefs in your
mouth to prevent you from crying actually makes you want to cry.

I don't know how big his cock was.  I had suspected from how far the cum
stain was from the y-front opening of his jockeys it was big and it sure
felt big in my ass.  It seemed to go all the way up inside me to my
stomach.  Then again I was a virgin so I had nothing to compare.

Lying on top of my back, fully clothed with his pants and underwear pushed
slightly down, me in a bathrobe pushed up to expose my bare ass with briefs
shoved in my mouth whimpering like a baby as my ass got fucked, Mohamed
continued to rut me like a pig until he shot his load deep up my virgin
ass.

I could feel him tense and I could feel his cock pulsing in my ass.  I knew
the Egyptian foreign student was cumming inside me.

I was a professor.  I was his landlord.  He had just fucked me and was now
cumming inside me, breeding me.

I was getting a load of this boy's cum up my ass.

I had been caught licking dried cum off his dirty jockeys and now he was
shooting what felt like a massive load of thick creamy cum up inside me.

He was doing to me what I had done to so many girls, including my wife.  He
was shooting his semen into my body.

I was the woman.  This boy was the man and he had just fucked me hard and
made himself cum in my ass.

He seemed to cum forever.  He just kept pulsing.  I kept whimpering even
though he was no longer fucking me.

Did it turn him on to hear me whimper.  He seemed to keep shooting and made
no move to get off me.

Finally, when he finished he pulled out just as unceremoniously as he had
shoved into me.

This had been a sweet kid.  He was always polite and seemed so gentle, even
shy, and he had just raped, fucked, and bred my ass.

Was it rape if I wanted it?  Was it rape if I had been asking for it by
licking the cum off his dirty briefs?

I didn't want to get up from the bed.  I was embarrassed.  Was this all my
fault?

I could feel his cum in my ass.  He had shot a massive load inside me.

I had a boy's, a third my age, a student's, cum in my ass.

I had just lost my virginity and was filled with a university student from
Egypt's cum.

This was way more cum than was dried on his briefs.  Should I be flattered,
I had made this boy shoot a huge load?

Mohamed climbed off my back and I just lay there face down on his bed, his
briefs in my mouth, my bathrobe pushed up and my bare ass, which I could
feel had been stretched, sticking up exposed, filled with his warm cum.

I was at a loss as what to do.  I didn't want to face him.  I just wanted
to sink deeper into the bed and disappear.

How does one exit a situation like this?

I had to live with this boy after what had just happened.

To my surprise he said, standing next to the bed, his pants still open and
his cock sticking out, slick with his spit, his cum and my ass juices,
"lick my cock clean."

Taking his briefs out of my mouth, I lifted myself off his bed and got on
my knees.

I then began to lick his cock up and down, getting it entirely clean of the
juices.

When he was satisfied, he pulled his cock from my mouth.

"I am going to take a shower, you can jack off sniffing my briefs while I
am gone," he said matter-of-factly.

I looked down and saw I was once again hard.  I had gone soft while he
fucked me from the pain.  I know I wasn't hard when he came in my ass.  But
I guess licking him clean and now the idea of sniffing his briefs had
gotten me excited.

I picked up the white pair of jockeys that had the most sweat and began to
sniff them right there in front of him as I watched him undress.

I had been fucked and then licked his cock clean.  I was beyond being
embarrassed.

This boy was gorgeous.  I had been right about his skin.  He was so smooth
and golden brown.  He had hair on his chest.  Not as much as me but enough
that he looked manly.  Maybe I just thought he looked manly because he had
just taken me and fucked me.  He was, after all, so obviously young and not
yet a man.

As he pushed down his jeans and briefs, I admired the nice patch of curly
pubes above that cock which must have been 8 inches cut.  It felt so much
bigger in my ass, but it was still impressive.  Had I really taken that big
cock all the way inside me?

As he walked naked down the hall to the bathroom I admired his backside.
It was so round and firm.  It undulated as he walked.

I snatched up the briefs he had just taken off and began to sniff them as I
stroked my cock watching him walk bare assed naked to the washroom.

This gorgeous brown skinned Egyptian boy who was naked in my basement had
just fucked me.  I had his cum in my ass.

I inhaled his briefs.  He had been wearing these as he had fucked me.  This
fresh sweat he had generated by the workout he had done on my ass.

I stuck my tongue out to taste the sweat.  This was the sweat from the
balls under that cock that had just fucked my virgin ass.

With only a few licks, sniffs and yanks I was cumming all over his clothes
pile.

I was tempted to collapse there on the floor in his dirty laundry, I felt
so spent.  In stead I forced myself to my feet, went upstairs, and
retreated to my 'man cave'.

I felt embarrassed but strangely his making me lick his cock after he raped
me made me feel better about what had just happened.

I was no longer a virgin with men and part of me knew I wanted more (just
not that rough).

What had just transpired and what did it mean for the future?

End of part 2