Date: Sat, 10 Dec 2016 16:08:57 -0800
From: Stuart Sharp <stuartjamessharp@gmail.com>
Subject: Blackmailed by a Frat Boy - Chapter 8

BLACKMAILED BY A FRAT BOY

by Stuart James Sharp
stuartjamessharp@gmail.com

CHAPTER 8

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Moments ago, I had received a photo text of Evan's gigantic dick with the
message, "miss me, fag?" I was drunk and lying in bed wearing my boxer
briefs and Peter's cum-covered hat.

I quickly replied, "yes" and then moments later got a stream of texts. Evan
said he was drunk and passing out soon but could use a good blowjob to help
him go to bed. "Drop whatever you're doing and run to the frat house."

I whipped the sheets off and threw on a plain white t-shirt and a pair of
jeans. I was still drunk myself, but seeing Evan's photo text got my hard
instantly. If I just ran over there before he fell asleep, I'd get to suck
him off. God, I couldn't wait for him to rocket his cum down my throat. Or
on my face. Or wherever, really. He was fratboy Evan... he got to do
whatever he wanted to me.

I jogged through campus. It was a brisk night, and most people were asleep
or coming home from parties drunk. I felt a bit delirious, like I was
half-dreaming. Evan's frat house was a few blocks from campus, but I didn't
mind the jog. Whenever I had to stop at a stoplight, I whipped out my phone
and looked at the photo of Evan's dick. I couldn't believe he had given
that to me... and earlier this night, Peter had let me film him cumming
into the hat that I was wearing right now on my head. I had such good
jack-off material. I knew college would be fun, but I never expected to be
this lucky.

I showed up to Evan's frat house, but the door was locked. I tried calling
him - no answer.

I texted him, "hey I'm here." Still no response. Fuck... he'd probably
passed out. I came all the way here for nothing. Then, the front door
opened and two super drunk girls stumbled out. I slipped in while the door
was still open.

The frat house was relatively quiet. One bro had passed out on the couch in
his boxers and a t-shirt. I crept closer to take a look. The boxers had
rode down so some of his pubes stuck out above the waistband. He wasn't
particularly fit, but he had a very "beer-drinking bro" look. I'd suck his
dick. Hard to tell what it was like under those boxers, but I'd suck it.

I had half a mind to just reach into his waistband and feel his cock. I
mean, he was clearly passed out, he wouldn't wake up or anything. But I
resisted the urge.

As I walked toward the stairs to the second floor, I realized I was hard
again. I'd probably spent more time in this frat with a hard-on than
without by now. I climbed the stairs and headed for Evan's room. To my
surprise, some dubstep music thumped through the door.

I knocked. No response. The music was pretty loud. I banged on the door.
And a moment later, Evan answered the door.

He was shirtless, but wore athletic shorts that sagged down to reveal white
boxer briefs. Calvin Klein. I could make out his bulge against the silky
fabric of the athletic shorts. The waistband was just above the base of his
dick, and it's elastic band helped accentuate it. Of course, he had the
perfect sculpted jock frat boy body. Juicy muscles, but not too the point
of being a bodybuilder. Just a corn fed, great American boy.

When I noticed his face, I noticed he was drunk. Very drunk. He had a dopey
grin on his face and his eyes were red. "That was fast."

"Hi," I murmured. He pulled me inside by the wrist and closed the door.

"You want my cock?" He asked with a slight slur.

I nodded. "Yes, please."

Evan laughed. Even drunk, he had that same cocky laugh. "Then get on your
knees, faggot."

I obeyed, dropping to my knees. Evan wasted no time, stepping up to my
face, shoving his shorts and underwear to his knees, and releasing his
giant cock. It was massive yet still soft. He tugged on it, then out of
nowhere slapped me across the face with it. I felt a dull sting on my left
cheek and noticed my mouth was watering. I realized I was smiling.

"You're a good cocksucker, you know that, Stuart?"

I realized I was smiling even bigger. Evan rarely gave me compliments.

"May I suck it?" I asked.

"Ask nicely," Evan mumbled.

I also realized that by now, Evan was usually filming our encounter. It was
rare for him not to. Maybe he was just so drunk he didn't care.

"May I please suck your cock?" I begged from my knees. He towered over me
and smirked. I felt my asshole twitch.

"Fuck yeah you can." Evan slipped his cock into my mouth and I closed my
eyes, so happy to have it back. I felt it start to harden in my mouth. I
was making Evan feel good, making him get hard.

I started jacking off his shaft while I sucked on him. It was a little too
dry to jack him properly. So, I slipped his cock out of my mouth and spat
on my hand a few times. Then rubbed up and down the shaft, lubricating it
with my spit before quickly returning my mouth onto his cockhead.

"Good boy," Evan mumbled. I looked up and saw he was staring down at me. He
was definitely hard now. Fuck. I forgot how big he was. So gigantic, I felt
powerless to it.

Evan grabbed the bill of my hat and turned it around on my head. That could
only mean one thing... he was ready for me to deep throat him. God how I
couldn't wait for that big cock down my throat. I wanted to feel it shoved
deep in my throat and held there. I wanted Evan to throb his cock inside my
mouth.

But before he shoved my head deep onto his massive fratboy shaft, he
stopped. He pulled his dick out and looked at me puzzled.

"Is that y-yourr hat?" he slurred. He squinted off as if he was remembering
something. Did he recognize the hat as Peter's?!

I froze, unsure what to say. Then, I dove back down on his cock taking his
shaft deep into my throat. I only had about a second of it before Evan
shoved me off by the forehead.

"Answer a question when I ask one, fag," he snarled.

"Sorry... It's my hat."

"No it's not." Evan fished into his shorts and pulled out his phone. He dug
around on it for a moment, then showed me a video of Peter sucking Evan's
big cock. Wearing the same hat. "Did you suck his dick?"

I paused... then nodded.

"Did you let him fuck you?"

I shook my head.

"Good." Evan paused, then sat on his bed and starting doing something on
his phone.

I remained on my knees near his door for a moment, then slowly stood. Evan
didn't say anything, so I crept toward the bed. "Everything okay?"

"And... sent." Evan smirked at me.

"What did you send?"

"A video of you."

"What video?"

Evan cracked his knuckles. "Remember that video you made for me when you
fucked yourself with a dildo while begging for my cock?"

Shit. I remembered it all right... Evan had convinced me to take photos of
myself in all kinds of naked positions and then film a video where I was
commanded to never let there be one second of silence. So the whole time I
was either I was moaning or I was begging for Evan's cock. Oh yeah, and
then my fucking roommate walked in on me at the end. With a dildo in my
ass. That was awkward. We still haven't mentioned it to each other.

"I remember the video," I said cautiously.

Evan showed me his phone. He had sent the video as a text. I looked up to
the recipient field and saw... "Peter Swallows." Evan sent the video of me
begging for his cock to Peter. He knew I was wearing his hat. And "Peter
Swallows"? That meant that the first time Evan hooked up with Peter, Peter
had swallowed his cum, probably.

I felt helpless as alpha jock Evan sent a video of me pathetically begging
for cock to the boy I had just hooked up with. Well, the boy who I had
sucked the dick of twice. The boy whose cum was still drying in my hair.
There's no way Peter would take me seriously after seeing me so pathetic.

"You can go now," Evan said as he laid back in his bed.

"B-but you didn't cum yet," I said with puppy dog eyes. Fuck, sometimes I
couldn't even believe how addicted I was to Evan's cock.

"True. And you did run all the way here after all."

I looked down at him laying on his bed. He kicked off his shorts and
underwear so it was just pure, naked Evan. He ought to be in a calendar or
something.

Then I got a text. I checked my phone and saw it was from Peter. "Nice
video. Wish that every time you said Evan's name you'd said mine instead."

I put my phone away quickly. "How about I suck you off really quickly?" I
suggested.

"How about... you ride my cock like the faggot you are." Evan sounded
deadly serious as he folded his arms behind his head.

My asshole twitched again. No fucking way was he inviting me to ride his
gigantic dick. Thank god I was still so drunk. Last time had hurt like
crazy. I pulled off my boxer briefs and my 7" hard cock flopped out. Evan
didn't seem to notice it.

I climbed on the bed and straddled Evan's muscled legs. His big cock stuck
up straight underneath me. Evan grabbed his phone and started filming. He
asked me, "What are you about to do, Stuart?"

"Ride you," I muttered, blushing.

"What are you going to ride, Stuart?"

"Y-you're cock."

"Use complete sentences, Stuart."

"I'm going to ride your cock, Evan."

"It's pretty big though," Evan said as he tilted the camera down to get a
good long look at his big long cock. "You sure you can handle it?"

I nodded and lowered myself so the top of his cock touched my asshole. I
moaned a little bit. Fuck, I couldn't believe Evan was filming this whole
thing. I saw him smirk a little bit behind his iPhone.

"Go ahead and slip it in, you already got it real wet from sucking on it,"
Evan said.

I closed my eyes and let the tip of it penetrate my hole. FUCK! Even drunk
that stung. I started lowering myself slowly...

...but Evan didn't care. He thrust his hips up and his cock plunged deep
inside me. "OHHH FUCKKKK!" I cried out. Evan laughed. He pulled his hips
back and bucked them forward again. I felt streaks of pain shooting through
my body. "Ohhh fuck!"

I inhaled and exhaled sharply, acutely aware of how out of control I must
look to the lens of Evan's phone. I needed to relax and accept his big
cock. It hurt like hell but if I relaxed maybe I could make it feel good.

"There you go," Evan said. "It's starting to feel good isn't it."

I nodded.

"Isn't it?" Evan repeated, louder.

"Yes. Your cock feels good."

"Yeah, you like my cock, don't you?"

"Your cock is amazing... it's- AH-" I yelped as Evan thrust deep inside me-
"sorry, your cock is AH- oh fuck- your cock is -AH -AHH, oh my fucking god,
Evan, oh my fucking god. Fuck me! AH! Fuck..."

I realized I was sweating as I rode up and down Evan's pole, losing myself
in pure bliss. I gave myself over to his gigantic fratboy cock, feeling
content. Then I looked down and saw that dream of a body and that cocky
look. Evan was looking me straight in the eyes with the biggest smirk I'd
ever seen. He knew I belonged to him. He'd texted me just 20 minutes ago
and now I was already in his room riding his gigantic cock.

"All the way down, I'm gonna cum," Evan said. I quickly lowered myself all
the way onto his shaft. He was going to cum deep inside me? This was
insane. My breathing was ragged as I watched Evan's face.

He started bucking wildly up and down, using the springy mattress to thrust
deeper into me as he moaned quietly, "Fuck take my fucking cock, Stuart."

"Fuck I'll take it!" I yelled. He covered my mouth with his hand to quiet
me down. I smelled beer on his fingers.

"Fuck dude, fuck yeah take my load!"

I felt a deep warmth burst inside of me as Evan unloaded load after load of
his college boy cum. I moaned loudly, quieted by Evan's hand on my mouth,
as Evan muttered, "Fuckin' huge load..."

When I sensed he was done, I collapsed onto his chest, his cock still
inside me. Evan wrapped his arms around me for a moment. Just a moment.
Then he patted me on the back. "Okay, time to go, buddy."

I sat up abruptly. "Right now?" My cock was leaking precum and... holy
shit... some of it fell onto Evan's stomach. I don't think he noticed.

"You still want my cock inside you, don't you?" Evan asked. He was still
filming me.

"Yes..."

Evan reached out and grabbed my hard cock with his hand and started jerking
me up and down.

"Ohhh, fuck," I mumbled. Evan had only jerked me like this once before. He
had a strong, jock grip, but a tenderness he surely learned from practice
on himself when he was a teen.

My dick had never felt so good and I'd never had something so gorgeous to
look at. I felt a warm tingling sensation building up from deep within my
ass. It started to spread into my balls and cock. I took a deep breath.

"You're about to cum, aren't you?" said Evan. "Right when you come, I want
you to say hello to the camera, okay?"

I nodded, though presently my eyes were closed and I was in ecstasy. And
then I went over the fucking edge, I couldn't hold it any longer.

Evan continued, "I want you, right as your cumming, to look into the camera
and say hello to Peter."

I shot a jet of warm cum up into the air. I looked into the camera. "Hello,
Peter..."

The cum hit Evan in the groin and a second shot arced outward and landed on
the lens of Evan's camera. Evan quickly shoved me by the chest backward and
retracted his legs from under me. I found myself on my back with my legs in
the air for a third shot, which went straight outward and hit my in the
fucking chin. I felt the warm cum drip down my chin as a few more shot
dribbled out.

Evan was across the room using a tissue to clean off the one splash of cum.
"Fuck, man... don't wanna touch your fucking cum..."

I caught my breath and got up. My white t-shirt had a couple cum stains, I
had cum dripping down my chin, but otherwise, not too dirty.

"You sending that video to Peter? Because-" I started.

"I already sent it, faggot." Then Evan went to his minifridge and pulled
out a mason jar. It looked like it was filled with some kind of...
mayonnaise or... no, it wasn't as milky white as mayonnaise... more like
some kind of glaze? "This is for you."

"What is it?" I asked. Evan handed me the jar, and the glass was still cool
from the fridge. I examined the contents.

"Thought that I shouldn't let it go to waste. That's my cum from anytime I
jack off. I jerk it in there and put it back in the fridge."

I marveled at the jar... I wonder how many jack off sessions worth this was?

"That's for you to drink whenever you miss me," Evan said matter-of-factly.
"Next time I call you here, I expect you to bring back the jar. And it
better be empty. Understand?"

I nodded. Evan had just given me a jar of his cum to drink whenever I
wanted. I was still so drunk and everything felt like a dream. I had been
completely exposed to Peter. Evan had even mocked Peter by making me say
"hello" to him in the video of Evan plowing my asshole and moaning like a
bitch. Evan had won. Of course he had. That fucking asshole.

I looked back up. Evan was already passed out on his bed. I took the jar of
his cum, gathered my clothes, and left.

***

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