Date: Sun, 6 Dec 2009 00:10:33 -0800 (PST)
From: Arthur X <arthur990x@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 3

Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 3

By arthur990x

"Fucking alarm clock," Jay thought, fumbling recklessly to hit snooze for
the 10th or 12th of 15th time. He couldn't remember.

"You better get your ass out of bed, dude," he heard Chris, his roommate,
say. "If you miss your stats final you're boned." Under his breath he
muttered, "I suppose you're gonna get boned either way." He chuckled
quietly.

Jay rolled over to shut off his alarm completely and for the second time in
a matter of hours was staring at his roommate's dick. Chris was standing
beside Jay's bed, hands on his hips, glaring down at Jay. From the bed, Jay
had a perfect cock-eye view of his roomie's manhood. Chris's nudity threw
him off guard and for a few seconds Jay just stared at the thick tool
dangling between two muscular thighs.

As he came to full consciousness, he protested, "Chris, are you gonna put
some damn pants on? I don't need to wake up to your junk in my face."

"Nah," Chris replied, scratching his balls. "This feels awesome. And pants
are so . . . restrictive. Besides, we're just two dudes hanging out. I've
got a dick, you've got a dick--or at least what passes for a dick
nowadays. Should be no problem unless my cock is gonna be some kind of
distraction for you. You a homo, Jay?"

"Dude, you know I'm not," Jay contested as he sat up in bed, unaligning his
vision from Chris's dong. "Remember that Beta Pi we got drunk and brought
back here."

"She had some nice tits," Chris commented.

"Hell yeah! And she gave some great head," Jay added, glancing covertly at
Chris's stiffening rod.

Chris decided this was the moment. He grabbed his cock and started
blatantly jerking off. He said, "She gave great head, did she? I wouldn't
know. Even plastered the bitch refused to go down on me. 'I'll choke' she
protested. Bitch."

Jay was stunned by his roommate's audacity. Sure they had fucked a few
girls together, but never had they masturbated together--that was gay
shit. "I guess I'll leave you two alone," Jay said sarcastically, glancing
back and forth between Chris's cock and his face.

He started to get out of bed and abruptly fell off the side onto his face,
his right leg still on the bed. He glanced up at his ankle with great
confusion.

"What the fuck?" Jay asked. "I'm fucking tied to the bed?"

"Close, dude," Chris replied, still pumping his dick. "You're technically
bike-locked to the bed. But semantics are going to be the last thing on
your mind in about two minutes."

Jay looked panicked. He glanced at the clock and back up at Chris. "My
stats final is in 45 minutes. This isn't funny, Chris. What's the lock
combo?"

"You know what I could go for right now?" Chris asked, ignoring Jay's silly
question. He continued to slowly massage his cock. "I could really go for a
moist mouth--strike that--a moist throat for a quick hump and dump. Yeah,
dude. That sounds heavenly. Know where I can find an available throat for
just such an excursion?"

Now Jay didn't just look panicked. He was outright terrified. He looked up
at Jay with just his eyes. "You don't mean . . . "

"Don't tell me what I do or do not mean, faggot!" Chris's demeanor changed
in an instant. "I mean exactly what it sounds like. I have a prick that
needs service and you have an available mouth. Boy, Jay, if you can't
figure out that math, there's no way you're going to pass that stats
final. Speaking of, it starts pretty soon here, and the only way you're
getting the combo to that bike lock is when my little swimmers are doing
laps in your tummy."

Jay couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had been best buds with Chris
since the first day of school. They were going to rush ATO together. Now
his academic career was on the line and Chris wanted a BJ. He lowered his
head to think it over.

Chris dropped to ground and grabbed Jay by the hair, pulling his head
back. Chris half-whispered in his ear, "There's not much to think over,
homo. I saw you take it up the butt last night. I know you're into dudes,
dude. There's no denying it.  You just laid there while he used your ass
like a cunt. You didn't protest. You didn't fight. You just took it like
the submissive chica you were born to be. You like pleasuring men so much?
Well, I'm here to give you exactly what you want. You'll be full up to your
eyeballs with cock and cum not only today but for the rest of the
year--perhaps the rest of your time at State if you're lucky. You have ten
seconds to scramble back on your bed, get on your back, open your mouth
wide, and prepare to receive your morning milkshake. . . . Go."

Jay felt nauseous. He didn't move, didn't think, afraid to make a
decision. As if ignoring the situation would cause it to go away.

"The clocking is ticking, queer," Chris said, pointing to this naked wrist
like he was wearing a watch. "It would be a shame if the Brothers at ATO
had to find out about your cock addiction. You know they're not big on
letting pillow biters into the frat."

The last thing Jay needed was more people talking about . . . "last night."
He resigned himself to what was about to happen and climbed back onto the
bed.

"Good choice," Chris said with a mischievous grin. "Now get on your back."

Jay complied and within seconds Chris was straddling his upper chest. Chris
grabbed Jay's hands and placed them on his ass. "Something to hold onto
while I'm invading your throat."

For about a minute, Chris just slowly jerked his cock inches from Jay's
face. Then he did something that took Jay completely by surprise. Chris
started hitting Jay in the face with his cock--quick but forceful taps that
were hard enough to sting.

"What a bitch you are, Jay, letting another guy hit you in the face with
his dick." Chris started rubbing his meat all over his face: on his
forehead, his cheeks, over his eyelids, eyebrows, and across his nose,
leaving little trails of pre-cum in its wake. "Letting another guy rub his
junk on you. Can you be any more of a pussy?" Chris started poking his cock
in Jay's nostrils. Chris's scent was overwhelming and for the first time,
Jay gagged. When Chris withdrew his dick from Jay's nose, he was sure to
lead some pre-cum on the upper lip. "Letting another dude put his
fuck-stick in your nose! You are one low piece of shit, Jay, one sorry
excuse for a man."

Chris's words sank deep into Jay's psyche. He thought about the events of
the past night and how his own arrogance and actions had led to their
occurrence. He tried to be the big man on campus, the playboy and
party-goer, and instead ended being his TA's fuck toy. Now he was about to
hit a new low, mere minutes if not seconds away from taking his best
friend's penis in his mouth. And on top of everything, to add insult to
confusion, he knew that on some level, whether or not he wanted to
explicitly admit it, he was enjoying the new sexual experiences. It was all
too much. Jay started to cry.

"This is fucking perfect," Chris exclaimed. "Cry like the sensitive woman
you are while you blow me." With that, Chris rubbed his dick in Jay's
tears, coating his cockhead thoroughly. He pressed down on Jay's chin with
his left hand and guided his rod in with his right, resting his mushroom
cap on Jay's tongue.

"Taste that, Jay? That salty bitterness is a mixture of manhood and
shame. You are now officially a cock sucker. A sucker of cocks. A bitch who
uses her mouth to pleasure real men. I want you think you to be completely
aware of what's going on right now, so the next time you kiss your
girlfriend or your mom or your grandma you realize that you're kissing them
with the same lips that are currently enjoying my meatcicle." Chris
withdrew his cock and started playfully tapping it on Jay's parted
lips. "Do you know where this thing has been? Do you know what comes out of
it? Yet you're still laying here as if you were born to do so." He
reinserted his head and swirled it around, making sure to hit every crevice
of Jay's mouth. "Now use your tongue like a good little girl and make daddy
feel good."

Chris started slowly humping the virgin mouth beneath him and Jay did his
best to accommodate. As Jay opened his mouth wider and wider, he was
surprised by how Chris's dick felt in his mouth. Sure the taste was kind of
gross, though not as bad as he thought, but it had a certain softness that
he hadn't expected--like a steel rod wrapped in velvet. He had no time to
contemplate the feeling further as Chris's thrusts picked up speed and
force and his cock started hitting the entrance to Jay's throat. Each time
it did, Jay let out a little gag.

"The only thing I like better than seeing your lips stretched to their
capacity is hearing you choke on my sausage." Chris pushed in
further. Jay's throat started spasming wildly in fruitless attempt to repel
the invading member.

"Dude, this is so sweet," Chris said, grinning like a little boy on
Christmas morning. "Now I can FEEL you choking on my cock. Awesome." Jay
wasn't quite as amused by the ordeal. In fact, as Chris buried himself in
Jay's throat, giving him a face full of pubes, Jay started thrashing his
legs wildly. He didn't know how much longer he could hold his breath. Way
past the point of panic, sure that he was going to chock to death on dick,
Jay started pounding on Jay's chest only to hear Chris start laughing.

Finally Chris pulled out and Jay inhaled like he never had before. And
before he could protest, Chris shoved right back in, saying, "You better
learn to take it, dude, 'cause this is how it's going to be. I really
fucking enjoy deep dicking your throat. And since you were put on Earth to
do what real women won't, I don't much give a damn whether or not you like
it. So relax your throat, think happy thoughts, do whatever you gotta
do. Because, frankly, it's not getting any easier from here on out."

And Chris was true to his word as he started vigorously pounding Jay's
face, forcing his cock as deep as could each time. For what seemed like an
eternity, Chris whaled away on Jay's throat. Eventually, Jay began to
adjust and it no longer felt like he was going to asphyxiate. That's when
Chris moved to phase two of his plan.

"Alright. Now for the best part," he said, removing himself completely from
Jay's moist mouth. "Stay on your back, but hang your head over the side of
the bed."

"Why?" asked Jay sheepishly.

"Because I fucking told you so, dick licker. Now get your ass moving before
I decide I want to fuck your ass before your final, too."

Jay did as he was told, even opening his mouth wide in an effort to speed
things up. He had completely forgotten about the final that was starting in
20 minutes.

"Look at you, Jay! Opening up for your roomie without even being told. I
knew you were hot for my spunk. Don't worry, sweetheart. You're gonna get a
drink here shortly--after I try something I've wanted to do since the day
my balls dropped."

Chris got off the bed and lined himself up with Jay's mouth, pretty much
giving him a straight shot into his throat. Chris looked down into Jay's
eyes and said with wink, "Bottoms up."

He then sank his pole all the way into Jay's throat, resting his balls
against Jay's face. "Hope I don't break your nose with my sack,
dude. Hahaha!" Chris started violently skull fucking Jay.

Jay felt completely drained. His best friend was using him like one of the
sorority bitches they used to dick together. He could feel Chris's balls
slapping him in the face and Chris's hands running up and down his
body. Worst of all, he felt himself getting hard.

Chris noticed Jay's growing erection, too. "Damn, dude! No matter what I
say or do to you, you still get all boned up servicing my thick dick. Had I
known you were this queer, I would have been swabbing your tonsils on move
in day."

That's when Chris looked down and saw something that nearly sent him over
the edge. He could see a very faint outline of his cockhead as he fucked
Jay's throat. He quickly grabbed Jay's neck and squeezed, not hard enough
to leave a mark, but just enough so he could feel the bump of his cockhead
as it dragged against the wall of Jay's throat. The feeling was
unbelievable, like he was jacking off while fucking.

"No prissy bitch would ever let me do this to them, Jay--only you. Only a
man-worshipping homo like yourself." Chris looked Jay directly in the
eyes. "I'm not gonna last much longer, dude, but I need you to do something
before I give you a drink from the fountain of spooge. Bring your legs up
so I can hold onto them and finger fuck yourself while you jack your
cock. I want you to come while tasting my seed, but the new rule is that
you only get to nut if you have something in your ass--your fingers, a
dick, a Wii remote, whatever. I don't care. Just make sure something is up
your butt when you cum."

At this point, Jay was happy to oblige as his dick was already hard and
leaking a stream of pre-cum. He threw his legs in the air for Chris to
hold, reached around his thigh, and jammed a dry finger in his hungry hole.
With his free hand, he pounded his pud like he never had before.

Chris used Jay's legs like pylons, leaning back to fuck as hard and as
quickly as we could. It only took a few more seconds for his balls to tense
. He pulled back so the head of his dick was in Jay's mouth. He grunted,
"Fuck! Drink it, Jay. Every last drop." Chris erupted with volcanic force,
and as he filled Jay's mouth to the brim with his elixer of life, Jay sent
his own baby batter splattering across his chest, his sphincter contracting
wildly around his two fingers.

Jay had to puff his cheeks a little to accommodate the load in his
mouth. It hadn't really dawned on him that he would have to swallow
it. Chris was still lightly humping his face. "For every drop you spill,
that's another minute I'm leaving you bike-locked to the bed. You better
get to gulping, dude."

Post-orgasm Jay was much less into this whole thing that he was before--not
that it was ever that much fun to begin with. Reluctantly, he began to
drink his roomie's semen.

"That incredible and disgusting, Jay. Just yesterday we were talking about
all the pussy we were gonna score over Christmas break. Now you're drinking
straight from the tap of my cum keg. Not only that, but you milked yourself
pretty hard while I fucked your face. If there was any doubt in my mind or
yours about your fagginess, it's gone. You're a flamer, dude--a natural
born cock hound if I ever met one." Jay swallowed again to make sure he had
it all down.

"Use your tongue to clean me off," Chris commanded. Jay did just that, but
felt more disgusted than ever by his actions. What had he become?

Chris took his dick out of Jay's mouth and wiped the the remaining cum all
over Jay's face.

"I'm gonna hit the showers now, dude. I wouldn't want to smell like sex for
MY final. Yours starts in five minutes, by the way. Better run."

Chris headed out the door, naked with a towel over his shoulder.

Jay screamed, a little horse from the assault on his throat, "Wait! What
about the combo?"

"How the fuck should I know," Chris responded, as he started to close the
door behind him. "It's your bike lock."

Jay could hear him laughing all the way down the hall and into the
bathroom.

END OF PART 3

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Hope you enjoyed part 3 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 4
and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.

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