Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 23:05:18 EDT
From: Orlandodisneyboy@aol.com
Subject: How-I-Became-A-Fag-Part II, Chapter 2

How-I-Became-A-Fag II, Part 2
By Orlandodisneyboy@aol.com

Standard disclaimers apply.  Based on characters by cthotguy77@yahoo.com.
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     Chad woke up from his deep sleep to find his room totally dark, with
the exception of the t.v. playing across the room.  Sleepily, he noticed
that his roommate Ben had passed out on the other bed next to him.  He
sighed.

     Fuck, man.  It has to be almost midnight.  He glanced over and his
suspicions were correct.  It blinked the numbers 12:23 back at him.

     Shit, he thought.  Ben must have fallen asleep too.  So much for
studying for finals tonight.  He slowly swung his feet out of bed, and when
they touched something on the floor, he brought them up in a slight
knee-jerk reaction.

     Clothes.  On the floor next to my bed?  He must have left them there
before going to take a shower.  But a closer glance a second later caught
his attention.  Those weren't his clothes.  They were Ben's.  In fact, they
looked like the ones Ben had been wearing earlier.

     He glanced over to his sleeping roomie to see him sprawled out on his
side facing away from him.  He was naked except for his tight black boxer
shorts.

     That's weird, he thought.  And then he looked back down.  Why are they
on my side of the room?  Suddenly, he yawned and realized that he still
hadn't finished his shower.  And for some reason, he felt funkier than
before.  Like he had been working out.

     Must be the damn a.c. on the fritz again, he thought as he stood up.
He grabbed his keys and started to head back out to the shared bathroom to
finish his shower.

     Wait a minute, he thought.  I'm still hungry.  In fact, I'm famished.
I think I'll go ahead and order that pizza.  He silently thanked the powers
that be that the campus pizza store stayed open late the last two weeks
before finals.  He got the special -- a large pizza with extra sauce -- and
gave out his dorm number.

     The students on campus were lucky enough to run their own franchise of
a national pizza chain -- that way they had a deal where they could deliver
right to the dorm rooms.  That meant better tips for the delivery people,
who were students themselves, and that people didn't have to interrupt what
they were doing to walk down to the registration desk to eat.

     Having ordered, Chad left the room to go shower again.

     As he walked into the bathroom, he glanced around.  Nobody was in
there, thank god.  Maybe that meant there would be some hot water by this
point.  He walked around the corner to the back of the shower area.  If
there was a sudden rush of people, he wanted to make sure he got the last
of the hot water first -- and the last two private showers across from each
other were closest to the boiler.

     He had only been in for a minute when he heard the door open, and the
sound of feet padding down his direction.  He heard the curtain across from
him open and the water start.

     Great, he thought.  Never any fuckin' privacy.

     Chad opened the curtain to see if it was another of those damn
freshmen.  As it turned out, he saw a totally buff guy that obviously
wasn't.

     "Hey man, wassup?" he asked.

     The guy turned and nodded.  "'sup."

     Chad smiled and almost laughed, "For a minute I thought you were one
of those freshmen.  I was going to go off on you for taking another shower
after using up all of the hot water earlier."

     The beefy jock smiled briefly and adjusted his water.  "Yeah, I know
what you mean," he said.  "I was fucking my girlfriend tonight, and after
we were done, I couldn't shower.  I was so pissed."

     Chad extended his hand, "Chad, by the way."

     The handsome young man shook back.  "Mark.  Mark Lagos."

     Mark Lagos? Chad thought.  Wow.  He had heard of that name.  Starting
forward for the college basketball team.  Rumored to be the hottest young
player sought out by the NBA.  Cool.  He certainly has the body for it.

     Chad caught himself.  Where did that thought come from?  I mean, the
guy is built and all, but shit -- he's a guy.  He tried to dismiss it and
was going to just reclose the curtain.  But something about the young
b-ball player stopped him.  Chad found himself noticing the guy's cock.
The dark haired forward was obviously well-endowed.

     Even as Mark stepped into the shower and started to soap down, Chad
couldn't help but notice the player's well-defined chest and abs.  And when
he turned around, he noticed that you could probably bounce a quarter off
of the guy's ass it was so tight.

     "Fuck man!" Mark yelled.  He had stopped moving.  "This fucking thing
is already going cold!"

     Chad smiled.  "Yeah, man, I know.  That's why I got this one.  It's
good for the longest amount of time."  He pointed to the boiler, "Mine is
the first one on the line.  Yours is the last because it wraps around."

     "Shit man, shit, shit, shit," Mark said.  "It's too fucking cold.
It's like ice water."  He turned off the spray.  "But I'm too fucking soapy
-- I'm only halfway done."

     Chad thought a minute.

     "Hey man, why don't you use this one?"

     "Thanks, but by the time you're done it'll be cold too.  And I don't
want to rush you."

     "Fuck man, plenty of room in here.  Let's just share it.  We both need
it, and it won't be that long."

     Mark hesitated.  "Uh, thanks, but uh...I'm no fag."

     Chad's face burned.  "Fuck you, man.  I'm tryin to be nice to you, and
you call me a fuckin' fag?  Well, you can just fuckin' sit there on your
soapy ass until the hot water comes back."

     Mark started.  He hadn't meant to offend the guy.  He looked down at
his soapy form and then back up at Chad.  Down again and then back over.

     "Fuck man, I'm sorry.  A guy has to be careful these days, ya know?"
He smiled.  "Friends?"  He extended his hand.

     Chad's anger melted and his face morphed into a grin.  "Sure, dude.
C'mon in."  He grabbed the other guys hand, shook it, and pulled him in
with it.

     Despite the friendly handshake, a minute later, the tension seemed to
return.  It WAS a little weird to take a shower with another guy, Chad
thought.  Suddenly the hot shower seemed to turn hotter than ever.  He
watched Mark lather his defined, muscular chest and abs and started to feel
... what?  Horny?

     "So dude, you got some tonight, huh?  Was she good?" he asked, hoping
to establish his masculinity.

     Mark smiled.  "Awww, the best man.  She is such a good fuck.  I
pounded her good tonight.  Normally, I would do her all night, but I have
finals."  He grinned and soaped up his dick.  "Gets me hard just thinking
about plowing her pussy."

     "Does she give head?" Chad asked, a little too quickly.  He was
starting to get a hard on.  He tried to cover it by soaping himself up down
there.

     "Naw, man.  Sucks.  She thinks its gross."

     "Fuck man, nothing better than a good blow," he said.  "Maybe you can
get her to change her mind."

     "I doubt it."

     Chad looked down and saw that both he and his new friend were sporting
wood.  Mark turned around and was leaning on the wall, letting the hot
water hit his back.

     Chad literally dropped the soap on the floor.  "Fuck, better not do
that too much," he laughed.  "You never know around these parts."

     Marked laughed and closed his eyes.  He sighed as the hot water rolled
down his back.

     Chad knelt down to get the soap, and noticed his friend's erection.
It was hard and throbbing.  In a way, it almost seemed to be calling out to
him.

     He inched forward, almost against his will.  What was he doing?  He
suddenly felt a surge of horniness overtake him.  It flooded through his
body and into his loins.  He just wanted to taste the other guys cock.
Just for a second.  Irrationally, he thought, maybe he won't even notice.

     He suddenly grabbed the other guy's dick, and in one fell swoop, went
right down on it all the way to the root.

     "FUCK, MAN!" the other guy yelled.  "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?"

     Chad didn't seem to care.  He bobbed his head up and down on the
straight boy's dick.

     Once.

     Twice.

     Three times.

     That's when Mark pushed him back against the wall.  Hard.

     "Fucking faggot!  I KNEW you were queer!" Mark bellowed. He started to
get out of the shower.

     Sudden panic gripped Chad.  What had he done?  Oh god, he had just
sucked on the dick of the most popular guy on campus, and he was pissed
about it.

     Oh god, Chad thought, what if he tells other people?

     All of this had seemed to happen in an instant, which is how long it
took for Chad's desperate mind to come up with a plan.  If he made the
other guy cum, well, he wouldn't be so eager to tell everyone about what he
had tried to do.  After all, straight guys don't cum in other guys' mouths
do they?

     As irrational and illogical as the thought was, it was all he had at
that point.  Still sprawled on the floor, he reached out with his hand and
grabbed Mark's ankle and tripped him as he tried to get out.  The
ball-playing stud crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.

     "Ungh," he grunted.  The player had gone done pretty hard on the tile
floor.  He had seemed dazed and confused.  There wasn't any blood, thank
goodness, but it was obvious that the jock was temporarily stunned.

     Chad was on him in an instant.

     He flipped the muscular basketball player over onto his back.  His
cock was still hard and wet with Chad's saliva.  It was too late to back
out now, he thought.

     "Noooooooo...not gay," the stud moaned as Chad took him into his mouth.

     A sudden mean streak took Chad over.  Where it came from, he had no
idea.

     "Oh yeah," he said, stopping for only a minute.  "Well, neither am I.
But I'm gonna suck your dick and show you who's boss."  He paused.  "Call
me a queer, huh?  Well, let's see if the machuo basketball player gets off
when a queer sucks his dick!  Then we'll see who the queer really is."

     There was something about that argument that made no sense, but before
he could even think about it, the urge to suck the guy off returned.  In a
bad way.  He had to have it.

     Chad grabbed the base of the huge, throbbing hard on and sucked it.
Hard.  He sucked it all the way down the root, and kept it there for a
moment as he savored the newfound feeling of sucking dick.

     "No man," Mark breathed.  "Oh, god, please don't.  I'm straight...I'm
straight."

     Mark's head was spinning.  He couldn't believe it.  This guy was
sucking his dick.  He was obviously a queer.  God, how had he not seen the
signs in advance?  Who shares a fucking shower with a total stranger?

     All of these thoughts swirled in his head as Chad worked him over.  He
felt completely helpless.  Aside from feeling like he had a concussion, the
guy was really strong.  He kept feebly trying to push him off, but it just
wasn't going to happen.

     He thought about crying out for help, when all of a sudden, something
came over him.  A feeling.  Something...hot.  God, it was hot.  It was
something like he had never felt before.

     Chad had gone up and down on his cock several more times.  Over and
over.  He was playing with his balls at the same time.

     "What's happening to me?" he moaned.  "Why are you doing this?"

     Suddenly, the thought hit Mark like a rocket out of the blue.

     He's making me a queer too, he thought.  Oh god, he had heard stories
and rumors about queers before, but shit -- he thought that was just
bullshit.  Even some of the queers he knew around the campus said that it
wasn't true.  But he remembered the stories his very-straight father used
to tell him when he was young.

     "Son, don't let them get you," he said.  "Because they will try to
turn anyone into one a them?"

     Mark's primal instinct returned.  He didn't want to be a fag!  He
tried harder to get away.  With his last ounce of stregnth, he pushed Chad
off of him and he raced for the door.  Chad was right behind him.

     Mark ran out into the hall, but nobody was there.  Fuck!

     He tried the first door to the dorm room across the hall.  Locked!
Went to the next - locked.  Chad was almost on him -- fuck!

     The next door was unlocked and he flew into the room.

     He saw the sleeping form of -- what was the guy's name? Ben? laying in
the darkness on his bed, right as Chad crashed into him from behind,
knocking him over.  Ben woke up with a start.

     "Help me!" Mark screamed at him.

     Chad looked over at him, with a look Ben had never seen before in his
roomie's eyes.

     "Chad, what are you?" he started.

     "SHUT UP," Chad yelled.  "Shut the door behind me, quick."

     At Ben's lack of reaction, Chad glared at him.

     "NOW," he yelled.

     Ben crossed the room and shut the door as the helpless Mark was pinned
tight by the soccer player.  What was going on?  They were both...naked.

     "Help me tie him up," Chad breathed, picking Mark up and slamming him
down on his bed hard.  He held his prey down.  Ben stared at him again.
"JUST DO IT."

     Ben didn't know what the fuck was going on, but grabbed some shirts
off of the dirty clothes pile and tied them around the other guy's hands
and feet.  He tied them secure to the bars at the top and bottom of the
bed.  Mark was totally immobile.  Chad even stuffed a pair of his underwear
in his mouth so he couldn't scream.

     "Now," Chad said to Mark with an evil look of lust in his eye, "where
were we?"

     Ben gasped as his roommate got on all fours and downed the other guy's
naked cock.  He was sucking it for all it was worth.

     "Chad, dude!  What are you doing?"

     Chad stopped for a moment, and looked over at his roommate.  But this
time, when he did, he noticed something that he had never had before.

     Ben was fucking hot.

     Chad reached over and yanked the black boxer-briefs down and began to
suck on his roommate's prick.

     "Chad...what are you...oh my god...oh no..." Ben moaned.  Immediately
his dick sprang to life, and his impressive, thick cock swelled in Chad's
mouth.

     Mark could only sit back and watch helplessly and Chad continued his
oral assault on his roommate's dick.  Were they both fags?  Shit!  But he
thought that this Ben guy had a girlfriend.  What was going on?  Had
everybody turned queer on him?

     Ben immediately felt the lust return that he had felt earlier.  But
now, it was even more powerful.  With what remaining sense of reason he
had, he told Chad: "You don't wanna do this man--it's a fucking curse.
You're not really queer."

     "A curse?" Chad panted.  "What the fuck are you talking about?" he
said, going right back down on his dick after he said it.

     "Yeah man," Ben moaned.  "Steve and Brad made me do it to them
earlier, which passes it on.  I thought it was bullshit, so I sucked you
off in your sleep earlier to see if it was true or not.  But I never
thought it was fucking REAL."

     "You'sucked me off...in my sleep?" Chad moaned.  He stopped and looked
up at Ben in shock.

     "Yes," Ben admitted.  He hung his head.  When he looked back at Chad,
the look of surprise was gone.

     A look of total lust had come over Chad's face.

     "That's SO fucking hot?" Chad said.

     And he swallowed Ben's cock again.

     Mark had sat there and heard the whole thing.  He didn't know about a
fucking curse, but his dick was getting rock hard.  He struggled as he
tried to make sense of the feelings flooding through him.  Watching Chad
work on Ben's prong was too much for anyone.  It was just too fucking hot.
He let out an uncontrollable moan.

     At that, Chad smiled and looked up at Ben.

     "Help me with him," he said.

     Ben looked over at the basketball player and suddenly understood what
Chad was asking him to do.  At any other time, he would have flatly
refused.  But in his haze of lust he had no other choice.

     Chad started to suck Mark's cock.  And Ben began to help him.

     Each would take a turn going all the way down on the rock-hard dick.
The other would begin to lick Mark's sweaty balls.

     Back and forth.  Over and over.  Never stopping.  Switching off like a
well-oiled machine.  They had only one purpose now -- to get Mark's cum.  To
suck that straight boy off and make him theirs.  He had no choice in the
matter, it was just the way things were going to be.  That very thought got
them both hotter and made their desires even more urgent.

     Mark couldn't believe it.  Two fucking supposedly-straight guys were
going down on him.  They were going to make him a queer.  Oh god, they were
going to turn him out.  And he couldn't stop them.  He tried to think of
anything that wasn't gay -- pussy, tits, breasts -- but it was no use.  Who
in the world could think about something else when two guys were going down
on you?

     Two hot guys, he thought.

     And the moment he thought that, he was theirs.

     "Ahhhhh...god, you guys are gonna make me fucking queer?...ahhhhhh, unh,
unh, UNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNH."

     Mark couldn't help it -- he began to shoot his hot ball jizz into
Chad's mouth.  He thrust upward again and again.  Each thrust made him
squirt further and harder into the soccer stud.  And each searing cum blast
was gulped down ravenously.

     Ben gripped his cock and came around behind Chad. In one fell swoop,
he positioned his hot dick up against the stud's hole and pushed his entire
prick in -- just like he had with Brad.

     "Yeah, fuck me, Ben.  Fuck me...I need to cum!" Chad moaned.

     "Yeah, you little cocksucking roommate.  I turned your ass out.  Now
I'm gonna fuck your ass."

     "Oh shit, man, yeah, fuck me harder."

     "Oh god, Chad, your ass is so hot, I never had any idea?" Ben moaned.

     Ben looked over at the trussed-up stud on Chad's bed and knew at once
that the curse was real.  Just as much as he knew that he was going to fuck
that stud's ass all night to make sure he didn't say a word to anyone.

     That simple thought drove him over the edge.

     "Fuck!  AGHHHHHH!  AHHHH!  AUUNNNNGHHHHHHHHH!" he cried as his plunged
his fuckstick deep into his roommate's ass.  He could feel the top of his
dick reach the deepest part of his soccer jock friend.  He knew
instinctively that his juice was coating the inside of his best bud.

     "Oh yeah, Ben, yeah!" Chad cried, blowing his load for the second time
that night.  His nut sprayed all over the helpless chest of the basketball
player beneath him.  It felt like it would never end as he continued to get
fucked for several minutes afterward, until Ben couldn't go anymore.  He
looked around and saw his football-playing friend slowly pulling his huge
dick out of his no-longer-virgin ass.

     Chad's conversion was complete.