Date: Sun, 09 Feb 2003 05:16:12 +0000
From: Bart Marshall <captainx114@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Out a Friend - Part 6 (College, Authoritarian)

Part Six.  Enjoy. --Bart

The routine continued.  Sucking Derek's cock and swallowing his morning piss
was a daily activity.  Often, I would then take Jake's load down my throat.
Recently, Jake had discovered that he really enjoyed slapping his hard cock
across my cheeks violently.  He liked watching me try desperately to wrap my
mouth around the constantly moving pole.  He kept this new trick of his a
secret for a little while, but eventually Derek caught wind of it.  Then he
got in on the action.  They would slap their hard cocks against my face and
laugh loudly.  I was theirs completely.

Until Mark broke up with his girlfriend.

I wrote earlier about how Mark felt I was his rightful property, being his
roommate and all.  I guess his theory made sense, but it didn't please Derek
and Jake.  Why they couldn't just share me between the three of them, I'll
never understand.

It all started one morning when Derek woke up expecting his morning blowjob
and found that his cocksucker was nowhere to be found.  You see, Mark had
stumbled in drunk and angry earlier that morning.  His girlfriend had dumped
him the night before and he'd spent the rest of the time at a bar.  Now he
was drunk, horny, and angry.

I woke up as Mark shook me violently.  His belt was undone and his fly was
open.  "Fish out that cock, faggot.  You got some dick to suck."  Sure, I
was tired and surprised to see Mark in this state.  But I really loved his
cock.  Maybe it was that I sucked it far less often that Derek's or Jake's,
but I was always interested in slurping that meat down.  Mark didn't have to
ask me twice.  I was quickly on my knees, pulling his straining cock out of
his boxers.

"Fucking bitch thinks she can live without this dick," he mumbled as he held
my head on either side with strong hands.  Then he held my head tightly and
shoved the entire length of his shaft into my throat.  "Tasty fucking dick.
Right, fag boy?"

I moaned onto his cock as he slammed in and out of my eager mouth.  His
hairy balls slapped against my chin.  I could feel the sweat on his balls as
they rubbed against my face.  He kept pumping into me, fucking my face.
During one vigorous stroke, his cock popped out of my mouth with a loud
smack of saliva and cockhead.  He grumbled in frustration.  Then he pushed
my head forcefully out of the way and plopped down on the edge of his bed.

Mark slid his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and placed his feet on the
edge of the bed, exposing a hairy asshole.  "You love shitty ass, faggot.
Lick that shit."  I moved in closer and inhaled deeply.  I didn't smell any
shit, but I sure smelled something.  His ass was dripping with sweat.  "What
are you waiting for?  Dig in.  NOW."

I didn't need another invitation.  I began to make out with his protruding
pucker of an asshole.  My saliva mingled with his sweat as I tongued his
hole.  I licked the length of his hairy crack.

"Don't stop, ass-muncher."  And with that he farted.  He laughed.  "Don't
worry," he said, "I haven't forgotten that you enjoy nasty ass farts."  Then
he farted again.  The scent of his gas hinted at shit to come.  I pulled
away.  That would be too far.

"I won't shit in your pretty mouth, faggot."

I sighed in relief.

"Come with me," he commanded as he stood, grabbing my hand and walking
towards the door to the hall.  His pants were still at his ankles, his cock
flapping back and forth, still erect.

"I can't go in the hall!"

"You go where this fucking cock goes, you worthless piece of shit.  I want
some head, but I have to shit--so you are gonna help me do both at the same
time."  He yanked my hand and dragged me out into the hallway, pulling
towards the bathroom.  It was the public, dorm bathroom--shared by all the
guys on the floor.  I was mortified.  I couldn't believe that no one
happened to be in the hallway to see me being led by the hand by Mark, with
his enormous erection.

Once in the bathroom, he threw open the door of the nearest stall and sat
down.  He pushed me by the shoulders until I was kneeling in front of him.
With both of us in there, the stall door wouldn't close.  So he just left it
open.

"I can't do this, Mark.  I'll suck your dick anytime you want, but people
might see us in here--"

"Shut the fuck up.  I am about to shit, so get your mouth on my cock."  He
grabbed my hair and impaled me onto his cock as I heard a loud fart echo in
the toilet bowl.  He whooped wildly.

"Best thing ever!  Faggot sucks my cock while I shit!"  He was laughing and
hollering.  I was sure he could be heard by anyone in the hall.  The smell
of farts and shit was overpowering, especially combined with the scent of
his pubic hair, which I smelled up close as I had his entire throbbing cock
in my throat.  He was slamming my head up and down on his cock.  In fact,
sitting there, he remained perfectly still.  The only thing that moved were
his hands as they pulled my head onto his cock.

His big hands held my head tightly at the ears. Maybe that's why I didn't
hear it when Derek stormed in angrily because his cocksucker was late....