Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 14:52:36 -0800
From: sailboyla@hotmail.com
Subject: dorm-domination-1

Dorm Domination
Chapter 1

by Sailboyla@hotmail.com

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* Don't read this if it's illegal to read this where you are
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you do.

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The key turned in the lock, and he walked in. Mike. The man who would change
my life. The man with the boy's face and the man's body that I would come to
worship every day.

Not that I knew that then. All I knew was that suddenly there was a stud
standing in my doorway, bags in hand. Mike was my replacement roommate, set
up through the housing department at the southern California university
where I was a freshman.

My first roommate, Doug, had been a guy from the South, decent looking but
with a mean streak. When he found the gay porn on my computer, he flipped
out. He waited until I got home and then said I "owed him." He said I had
been looking at him while he changed, watching his tight ass and big cock,
jerking off at night thinking about him. He was right about that, but he
hadn't realized I had also been stealing his sweaty and cum stained jock
straps and briefs every couple of days, or that I would jerk off while he
loudly fucked girls in his bed, or that I would sometimes lick the wet spot
off of his cum town after he'd jerk off. He thought I owed him for being a
faggot and jerking off while thinking about him, this stud baseball player.
The look of anger, lust, and dominance in his eyes has scared me and gotten
my dick harder than I could remember. He tackled me on the bed and we had
wrestled - me not trying very hard - until he had pinned me down, me on my
back with my arms up, his knees pinning my arms down, his crotch close to my
face.

"Do you want it, faggot?" he asked.

"Do I want what?"

"Are you a faggot or not?"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I'm a faggot," I answered.

"And what do faggots do?" he asked.

"Faggots suck cock," I answered.

"And what else?"

"Faggots...go to the opera?," I asked in my best smart-ass voice.

"WRONG ANSWER!" he said. I didn't see his hand coming. His slap landed hard
on my cheek, stinging. I would not try that again.

"Faggots suck cock and lick balls and take it up the ass and eat real men's
cum and..." A big grin spread across his face. "And faggots even like to eat
sweaty assholes." I thought he was pretty educated for a straight guy.
"Isn't that true, fagboy? Don't you like to do all those things?"

Before I could answer, his denim covered ass was pressed against my face
with Doug's weight pressing down.

"That's what you like, isn't it, faggot?! Smell my ass, you sick fuck." I
knew from experience that he rarely washed his jeans, and these were not
recently cleaned. The smell was all man, the smell of ass but not shit, the
smell of mansex. I could almost taste his ass through his jeans.

"Your cock is pitching a tent in your pants, you sick fuck. I'm sitting on
your fucking face and getting off on it, you twisted bastard." He slapped my
dick, hard, through my pants, causing me to jump (as much as I could with a
220 pound muscle guy sitting on my face). My dick wasn't comprehending the
seriousness of the situation, however, and got even harder.

"I should beat the shit out of you," he said. "I should fucking kill you for
thinking that you could jerk your faggoty cock and think of me. I'm a real
man, and real men don't want anything to do with faggots like you."

He farted then, and I tried to get my nose away as best as I could. The
stench was immediate and overwhelming. He started laughing so hard his ass
bounced up and down on my nose.

"But if I beat the snot out of you like I should, you'll tell the RA or some
shit like that. No use in getting my ass in trouble. Might as well use you
like I can't use a woman. Most women are such prudes - will lick your cock
instead of taking it all the way down, won't swallow, won't take it up the
ass, and I've only met one who would tongue my ass. Busted my nut so fast
that time that I still think about that night."

He let my arms out from under his legs. "Unbutton my pants, faggot."

I did as he asked, and was only mildly surprised that I felt a hard on
through his jeans. I knew from him changing that Doug had a thick cock, but
I had never seen it hard. It felt big from this angle, his ass still pressed
against my mouth and nose.

"I know what you faggots like most is to suck cock, so you're going to have
to earn that," Doug said as he quickly stood up and took off his pants,
white briefs, and t-shirt. I could have left, I suppose, but my cock told me
to stay put.

"You're going to have to get to my cock through my ass. If I like the job
you're doing with my ass, I'll give you my cock, and maybe even my man cum.
If you earn it , you sick fuck."

He straddled my head, his hairy legs on either side of me, and I had the
best view in the world: a hot college jock stud standing over me, ripped
body, huge, hard cock, nice balls, and a firm bubble butt. He sat down
slowly on my face. His hole landed on my closed mouth, his balls draped over
my nose, and I could look past his very hard cock to see his face. The heat
and smell from his balls and cock and ass nearly made me cum right then,
without touching myself.

"Now pucker up, buttercup," he said, smirking. "And make it a french kiss."

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth to the ass I had been worshipping from
afar for the last month. The taste was man, pure man, an ass as masculine as
a locker room, a jock ass, the ass of a stud. The musk smell came alive in
my mouth and I couldn't get enough. I lapped at the outside ring, savoring
the experience.

"Open your eyes, faggot," Doug said. "I want you to look at a real man while
you eat his ass." I opened my eyes and looking past Doug's hand, jacking his
cock, and into his eyes.

"Do you know how warped you are?," he asked. "You are eating my ASS in the
hopes that you will get to suck my cock. You are a sick fuck."

"Now plug that tongue up my ass, faggot," he commanded. His assring
stretched, and Doug groaned, a groan from deep in his chest. My cock
throbbed. Doug threw his head back and ground his ass on my mouth.

"Eat my ass, faggot. Eat it. Taste what a real man tastes like. It sure
feels good, fagboy." My tongue probed and tasted inside of him. His tight
hole was getting looser, letting more of my tongue up his hot ass.

"Is that the best you can do, faggot?" he taunted. "That bitch got her
tongue half way to my stomach. Come on, fagboy. Dig deeper. That's it. Yeah.
Good job, bitch. Eat my ass."

My tongue strained to get as far up this man's ass as possible. My hand
started rubbing my cock through my jeans. I decided to give Doug a surprise.

I took a finger and snaked it along side my tongue up his ass. I started
finger fucking him, tasting his ass juices as I pulled out, and adding my
spit to help lube him up. He began making gutteral grunts, rubbing his ass
even harder on my nose and mouth. I heard an occasional "deeper!" among his
groans of pleasure. I had found his prostate.

"Fucking faggot! Making me so fucking horny..." He stopped jerking off and
looked me right in the eye again. "I'm gonna cum, faggot, and you're going
to take it. I'm gonna ride your face until I'm just about to cum, and then
you're going to take all of my cum in your mouth. You are NOT to eat it,
understand, faggot? You are to keep all of my ball juice in your mouth and
savor it until I tell you what to do. Got it?"

I shook my head and wiggled my finger in his ass in understanding. As I
continued to eat his musky ass, I slipped a second finger in, and the
straight stud on top of my face seemed to love it.

"Yeah, fucker. Here it comes..."

He pulled his ass off of my mouth, my fingers still probing him, and stuck
his thick cock all the way down my throat. I gagged around his huge dick,
but managed to take it all. He pumped his cock in and out of my throat for a
few strokes and then pulled the shaft out so that only the head was in my
mouth. He jacked his cock as I massaged his prostate. And then he came.

The first spurt alone nearly choked me - thick and shot out of his cock like
a bullet from a gun. I managed not to choke, and his manseed filled my
mouth. I could still smell his ass on my face, and now the taste of his cum
sent me over the edge. My cock began shooting in my jeans, my finger up a
jock stud ass, and his cum shooting in my mouth. Doug bucked above me,
calling me faggot and whore and cocksucker.

He came more than my mouth could handle, and some leaked out of the sides of
my mouth. He looked down at me, a wide, I-just-came-in-your-mouth smile on
his face.

"Enjoy your reward, fagboy. It's the only load of mine that you'll ever
get." He pulled my fingers out of his ass and his cock out of my mouth. He
used my fingers from his ass to wipe up the come which had spilled out and
fed me the cum on my ass fingers.

"Show me my load, fag." I opened my mouth and showed him his big load.
"Swirl it on your tongue. Taste it. Enjoy it."

He got dressed and snickered as he noticed the load I had shot on the front
of my pants. He left the room, telling me not to swallow until he came back.
He returned a minute later and told me to open my mouth.

He stuck his finger in my mouth and got some of his cum on it. He smeared it
on my nose, leaving a drop of cum hanging off of my nose. He put more on my
cheeks and chin. His last fingerful he brought to his own lips and ate it.
My eyes widened in shock.

"Not bad," he said. "My cum doesn't taste bad at all. No wonder you faggots
like it."

I heard a knock at the door and hid behind the door. Doug answered. It was
Greg, our RA.

"My roommate is a faggot," I heard Doug tell Greg. "I want a transfer to a
different room. Just look at him."

Doug pulled me by the arm until I was face-to-face with Greg, a jock star
soccer player. Cum dripped off of my face, my jeans were stained with my own
cum, and Doug put me close enough that Greg must have smelled ass on my
face. Greg smirked a condescending little smirk.

"Do you see this?," Doug asked. "Fucking faggot can't control himself. I
need to room with a real man, not this fagboy."

"I think we can find a suitable replacement," Greg said, still smirking.

So that's what led to today, with Mike the jock walking through the door. My
first thought was, I wonder if he knows Doug...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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* This is the first in what I hope to be a series of stories. I have a rough
outline already, so I'm thinking 4-5 installments over the next 4-5 months.
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