Date: Mon, 17 May 2021 00:28:33 +0000 (UTC) From: "robert1glynn@yahoo.com" Subject: Frat Slut (Urination) Here is another perverted tale presented for your masturbatory pleasure. Please, get naked, lube your cock, insert your favorite sexual device in your precious boy cunt, and get ready to spill some joy juice. If you like this story, let me know. My e-mail is robert1glynn@ymail.com I love hearing from fellow perverts. For more of my stories go to the Authors section here at Nifty and look under my name, Robert Glynn. Please give some money to keep Nifty going. We all need to support this wonderful queer treasure. If you send Nifty money, I'll let you cum in my mouth. If you send over $100 dollars, you can shit in my mouth, too. FRAT SLUT BY ROBERT GLYNN My greatest sexual adventure began in the Men's Room in the basement of the Student Union Building on campus. I was a newly minted freshmen in college. I had arrived in the hallowed Halls of Academia only a few months earlier as a frustrated, closeted, high school fag, with little sexual experience, but with the strongest intention to make my academic focus "Being a Queer Slut," which was why I spent as much time sucking cocks, in the very active Student Union Men's Room, as I did in class. I was making up for lost time. That Friday evening after sucking half a dozen anonymous college boy cocks through the glory hole during my first couple of hours on cocksucker duty, I was still more than ready when the next faceless "John" took his place on the toilet next to mine. I issued my usual foot-patting-finger-wiggling invitation to the sexual dance from my toilet stall next to the one the boy had just entered. In response, the dude took a different path from his predecessors and, as I could see through the glory hole, he kicked off his flip-flops, stripped off his jeans, no underwear, and kneeling on the floor in front of his toilet, slid his naked lower body under the partition and into my stall. I was a little surprised at this gift of the naked lower half of the man, but knowing my job, I got down on the floor and began feeling up this very beautiful, completely smooth-shaved, young stud with an erect, large, uncut cock, a dangling, low hanging, set of duck-egg sized balls, and as my finger touch informed me, a perfectly hairless shit hole. When I subsequently sniffed my fingers, which I am wont to do, I discovered his boy hole was redolent with sexy jock sweat, and the pungent whiff of boy shit, left over from a much less than fastidious wiping after his last dump. I very much wanted to put my mouth where my fingers had been. He seemed in the mood to play. He spread his legs wide at my physical urging, and just surrendered himself to my prurient ministrations. I sucked his cock. It was wet, and fragrant. Under his uncut foreskin I found the aromatic beginnings of a growth of cock cheese that went to my head like a rush of cocaine. After a thorough cock cleaning, I took one silky smooth ball in my mouth and nibbled, bit, tongued, sucked and tugged on it. I tried to get his second meat globe in my mouth but couldn't, they were just to big. So I had to take turns laving his beautiful, and sexy baby makers. Holy fuck, I love a man's balls. With my hands on his butt, I lifted him up, while I bent toward his shit hole. He understood immediately, and moved to raise himself up and to place his shit hole directly on my eager mouth. I moaned, as I sucked and tongue fucked his anus. The taste was intoxicating. I encountered big smears of unwiped shit around his boy hole. Lots of shit. Shit, which I eagerly licked, sucked, and slurped into my hungry, queer, slut, mouth. After several minutes of impassioned butt sucking, he raised up off my face, indicating he wanted something more, specifically he wanted his cock sucked. More than willing to oblige, in no time, I had his hard cock in my mouth. This time it was his turn to moan. He started hunching, fucking my face, fucking my mouth, and quickly fucking deep into my throat. This amazing fucking of my head went on for a long time. Just when I felt his balls tighten up in anticipation of orgasm, he pulled out of my mouth, and quickly pulled back into his stall and sat back up on his toilet. I was surprised but I did likewise, getting up and setting on my toilet. I started slowly stroking my meat and, looking through the glory hole, I waited to see what would happen next. What happened next was, was a note hastily scrawled and passed under the stall, along with a pen. The note read: "So hot having you clean my dirty shit hole with your mouth. Did you like eating my shit? Do you want to take my cock up your ass?" Being the queer slut I am I wrote back, in answer to both questions, simply, "Hell yes?" I listened as the guy put on his jeans and flip-flops, opened his stall door and stepped in front of my stall door. "Open up," he whispered, "let me in." I leaned forward and unlatched the door. He opened it and stood there, looking at me. What he saw, was me completely naked, except for a thick sliver cock ring, leaned back against the toilet, my legs spread wide, stroking my big, smooth-shaved cock. I'm a 125 pound, slim, 5 foot six inch, blond, with green eyes. A lot of guys have found me pretty enough to fuck. What I saw, was a hunky, athletic, good looking, upperclassman. A stud, dressed in jeans, a yellow tee, and flip-flops. "What's your name?" he asked? "Jack," I answered. "I'm Jason, you want to get dressed, come over to my room, and let me fuck you? It's just a couple of blocks from here." "Yeah," I agreed, "let's go." I stood up and turned around to retrieve my clothes which I had set on the of the toilet tank. When I had my back to him he put his hand on my butt and said, "Show me your shit hole, boy?" I liked the sound of that and answered, "Yes sir." I bent forward, spread my butt cheeks and showed off my smooth, shave, pink boy cunt. "You like sharing that shit hole, boy?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I answered, "I'm a slut sir, a queer slut, anyone can fuck me." "Everyone loves a slut, boy, everyone loves a slut. Fuck we're going to have a good time. Get dressed." Getting dressed didn't take long. All I had to do was slip on the tiny, thin, pair of pink slut shorts, and the cut-off-just below-the-nipples, white, two sizes to small, tank top that I usually wore when sucking cock in the men's toilet, and my sandals. "You look hot, Jack, way hot. Let's go." I led the way out of the men's room, but just as I opened the door wide Jason said, "Hold on," and he stepped right up against me. He held a middle finger against my lips, "Suck on this and get it wet." I did as he instructed. There in the open door way, exposed to any one who might pass by, I sucked Jason's middle finger. I blew his finger like I blew his cock. After a minute or two, of sucking his finger, he pulled out of my mouth and slid his hand down the back if my short-shorts. Jason slid his spit-slicked finger all the way up my ass. "Are you okay with this?" He asked. "I am if you are." I responded. "Good, let's go." It was around eight o'clock on a Friday evening, the building was not empty, but there would not be a lot of people around, and anyone in the basement at that hour was probably heading to the Men's Room for sex. There was no one in the hall as we turned toward the elevator and Jason steered me with his hand stuffed down my shorts, and his finger up my ass. As we walked down the hall we heard a door open behind us. When we got to the elevator we turned and I saw it was a young guy who was walking behind us. He grinned at us, as we entered the elevator, and when I asked, "Which floor?" He answered, "I go the same way you're going?" "Lobby." Jason said. The boy signaled for us to go first when the door opened and as we exited he said. "You guys are hot, fucking hot." I know my face was blushing bright red, and my cock, which was brazenly revealed in my tight, thin, short-shorts, was fully erect, and I have a big cock. Out into the Student Union lobby, there were a handful of students milling about. Jason led me, by my hole, out the front door and down the sidewalk. As we passed people, I felt stares, and heard comments, and giggles. I felt totally embarrassed, humiliated, and totally turned on, to be exposed and publicly used this way. My blush never faded, and my cock was rock hard, and dripping wet, my boy cunt was quivering and clenching. We walked three blocks like that, me being publicly finger fucked all the while, We turned on King Street, better know as Frat House Row. Jason guided me to the first large Fraternity House on the corner. "You live here?" I asked. "Yeah, I do, Alpha Lambda Chi, finest frat on campus. Come on." We walked up the front steps, across the porch, opened the front door, and entered a large formal entry hall. Jason stopped, and without taking his finger out of my rectum, he said, "Take off your shorts and shirt and hang them on that hook," he pointed, "kick off your sandals, too." "Is anybody home?" I asked, nervously, unsure of what I was getting into. "Only my brothers," Jason said, "and they won't mind. As a matter of fact they'll like having a naked boy in the house. Go on, get naked. Are you shy? You said you were a slut, didn't you." I kicked off my sandals, dropped my shorts, bent over and picked them up, and took off my shirt, and hung my clothes on the hook, all the while balancing on the middle finger Jason kept deep up in my shit hole. "I like how your cock stays hard. We're going to have a lot of fun with that. Come on in." Jason said, as he opened the door. We walked into a large, masculine, wood paneled, main room. Leather couches and chairs, a huge fire place, a long wooden central table surrounded by wooden benches, oil paintings, mostly landscapes and still-lives, lined the walls. There was a pool table with a group of four guys playing around it, and a ping-pong table with two boys playing and three or four more watching and waiting their turn. Two boys played chess at the table, and a group of four or five guys hung around a bar and liquor cabinet at the far end of the room. As you might expect, when a naked boy, escorted by a fully dressed man, who has his finger up the naked boy's ass, walk into a room, all eyes fell on us, and a hush fell. "Well, well, well, look what followed Jason home," one boy said. "Is that a new pet, Jason" a different boy asked? "Looks more like a new ring on his finger," yet another boy joined in. Laughter rang out, and I blushed a deep scarlet red. Jason said, "Guys, this is Jack, I found him hanging out, dressed just like this, in the basement toilet in the Student Union." "A naked toilet boy, did you bring him home to share with us?" One of the boys drinking at the bar asked. "We haven't talked about that yet, but he did tell me he was a slut, and that he liked to share his shit hole, so you all may have a shot. But not tonight, boys, tonight he's all mine. We'll see what happens in the morning." Jason turned his attention to me and said, "You want a drink, Jack?" "That would be great." I said. "Tim," Jason said to the guy behind the bar, "how about a couple of martinis." "Coming up," the bar tender said, as Jason guided me, by my asshole, down the length of the room to the bar. "He's got a nice cock on him." One of the boys said. "It never goes down." Jason said. "He's been hard since I first saw him." "Has he cum?" "No," Jason answered, "not yet." "No wonder he's hard. He's horny. Maybe you ought to put him in a chastity cage and keep him from cumming. Toilet boys are a lot of fun when their super horny, you can get them to do anything, just to earn cumming privileges." One young man said. I was standing at the bar, naked and erect in a room full of fully dressed college boys I had never seen before, sipping a martini, and listening to them talk about me like I wasn't even there. I felt like a sex toy about to be used. I felt hot, fucking, unbelievably hot. "That's a good idea," Jason said to the guy, "listen, I'm kind of busy fingering this boy's shit hole, how about you choose a cock cage from the toy box and we'll lock his cock up." "Sure," the boy replied, "happy to help out, you keep warming up that boy cunt," and he got up and started heading out of the room. Jason said, "Pick up a butt plug and some lube while your there and we'll plug his shit hole, too." "Sure thing, what size plug, small, medium or large?" "What size butt plug you want in your shit hole, Jack?" Jason asked. "Umm, medium I guess." I answered, not even really sure I wanted a plug up in my rectum, but that didn't seem to be an offered option. One of the guys at the bar said, "What did you guys do in the Men's Room, Jason?" "He sucked my cheesy cock, licked my sweaty balls, sucked my dirty ass hole, and let me fuck his face," Jason answered. "Did he eat your cum?" "Nah, I pulled out before I shot, but I know he ate some of my shit, cause I hadn't wipe after my last dump." "Far out!" the guy said, then turning to me he asked, "Is that right, did you eat Jason's shit?" I couldn't believe this was happening, I had just been outed as a shit eater in front of a room full of strangers. I blushed crimson red, I had never been this embarrassed in my life, never this publicly humiliated. I was exposed, and my hard cock revealed exactly what I was, a horny, shit-eating, queer, slut. I stuttered and mumbled, "Uh, uhh, I... I...yeah, yeah, I ate his shit when I was sucking his ass" "All right," one of the frat boys said, "Jason brought home a real shit-eating, toilet, fag. How about that guys? A naked, hard-cocked, toilet boy!" the dude said. All the boy's in the room cheered, clapped and made nasty comments. "Want to eat my shit Jack?" "You eat vomit, toilet boy?" "I need a blumkin, baby." "A total fag." "Can I shit in your mouth, buddy?" Jason said in a loud voice, "Just because he ate my shit, boys, don't mean he wants every Alpha Lambda Chi shitting in his mouth, now be polite." Then to me he said, "Drink up Jack." Then to Tim at the bar he said, "How about another martini for me and Jack." As I finished my drink, and Tim mixed another, the guy who'd gone for the sex toys returned, not with just a butt plug, lube, and a cock cage, but with an arm load of toys that he dumped on the bar between Jason and me. "I thought you might want some other toys to play with Jason." Holding up a stainless steel cage, shaped like an erect cock with balls, he said, "This one will hold his hard junk, balls and all." "This one," holding up a much smaller, clear, silicon model, "leaves his nuts out for ball fun, and he can't get a hard on. You'll have to get his cock soft to get it on. I figured that might be fun, too. So I brought a cock whip, and the electro wand, and some other toys, as well." "Yeah," Jason said, "why don't you put the little one on him. That all right with you Jack?" When I nodded my head, Jason moved over to an empty bar stool, sat down facing away from the bar and said, "Come over here and nestle between my legs." When I did as he asked, standing facing him, between his legs, my hard-on pressing into his crotch, he said, "No Jackie-boy, put your shit hole on my cock. Show my brothers your hard cock." When I turned as he directed, most of the boys in the room moved to form a half-circle around us. Watching what was about to happen to me. "Go ahead, Tyler" Jason said to the boy who had fetched the sex toys, "get him soft." "My pleasure," the boy responded. Jason wrapped his arms around me pinning my arms to my side. Tyler, the boy in front of me, who had gone for the chastity cage, struck out and punched me, really hard with his fist, in the nuts. I groaned, and felt the wind knocked out of me. I would have bent over with the pain and force of the blow to my testicles, but Jason tightened his hold on me and held me erect, in his embrace. "Damm," the boy said, stepping back and looking at me. "he's still hard. Want me use the cock whip, on him." So saying, the youth picked up a miniature cat o'nine tails. "What do you say Jack? We got to get your cock soft to get you in the cock cage. You up for it, slut?" I said, "Can I drink my martini, first?" "Sure, sure you can Jack, whatever you want." Jason said and he loosened his hold on my arms. I drank the martini in three big gulps and set the glass down on the bar. "Ready, Jack?" Jason said as he tightened his embracing grip, again pinning my arms. "Yeah," I said, "do it, Tyler." One, two, three, four hard blows fell on my sensitive hard cock and exposed balls, the pain was intense, "Please, it hurts," I cried out. Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, my cock and balls were now inflamed, red and swollen with the strokes, and still hard as a rock. "Stop," I heard Jason say, as he wrapped his legs around mine, and then used his legs to spread my legs wide. "Tyler, kick his balls," he said calmly. The boy in front of me stepped back, measured the distance, and then kicked me hard in the balls. The impact was stunning. I groaned with the aching pain. I thought I was going to vomit. I would have collapsed on the floor but Jason held me immobile. "Shit," Jason said, "he's still hard. Try the prod." Tyler the boy who was torturing me, picked up the "Electro Wand," a cattle prod like device, and pressed it against my balls. The jolt of electricity that shot through my testicles was agonizing. I screamed. "Zap his cock," Jason instructed. Another scream, as the electricity and the pain ripped through my penis. "Hit his balls again" Jason ordered, Tyler complied and I cried in pain. "Fucking amazing," I heard Jason say, "zap his shit hole." My tormentor felt between my legs in order to comply and jabbed the wand against my anus. He hit the switch and the volts tore through my shit hole. As I whimpered, cried, and writhed in pain. Jason said, "Stick it up his ass." My assailant brought the metal rod up to his mouth and spit on it, then smeared the spit with his hand like he was jacking the electro wand off. Kneeling in front of me he roughly slid his spit coated finger up me, pulled out and then jammed the electric prod deep in me. It hurt. He worked it around till he knew he had hit my prostate, then he flicked the switch. Again I screamed and struggled in Jason's powerful grip. The kid pulled the rod out of my ass, and stood up. After I got my sobbing under control, I realized Jason was peering over my shoulder looking at my cock, so was the kid, indeed so was every one in the room. I looked down and saw my penis was totally soft, shriveled up, even. "Good job, Tyler," Jason said to the boy. "Kick his balls again." Fast as lighting Tyler lashed out with his foot, scoring a direct hit on my totally abused balls. He kicked me so hard he actually lifted my body off the floor. The pain was like nothing I had ever experienced. My balls throbbed with pain, and waves of nausea swept over me. Jason released his hold on me and I fell on my hands and knees on the floor. My stomach heaved, and I puked. I vomited up lots of a thin mix of mucus, martini, and the six loads of cum I had swallowed in the men's room earlier. The pain in my tormented balls was so intense when I finished puking I simply collapsed on the floor and curled up in a ball clutching my aching nuts, my face lying in the pool of my own vomit. "Fuck, that was hot." I heard someone say. "Really, fucking hot," another boy echoed. Then I felt Jason and Tyler pick me up by the arms and help me onto the bar stool Jason had vacated. "Get that cock cage on him, before the little slut gets another hard on." "Here," Jason said, handing me another martini Tim had made for me. "you look like you could use a stiff drink, and I'm pretty sure you puked the last one." I knocked back my drink while Tyler fitted my abused junk in the silicon sleeve, it was only a couple of inches long, no way I could get a hard on, and fixed to a ring around the base of my cock, with my poor aching testicles hanging free. When he had it on me, he slipped a tiny padlock through the clasp and handed Jason the key. Jason pulled a stool up next to mine, leaned over, and kissed me, passionately, deeply. "That was so hot, so fucking hot, thank you, Jackie boy". He used his tongue to wipe away my tears, and even, to my surprise, considering that so many of his frat brothers were watching, licked up the puke that coated the side of my face. "You smell and taste like vomit," he said, loud enough that every one could hear "I like that on a boy," We both chuckled at that. When I finished my drink, and had somewhat recovered from my torture ordeal, Jason said, "Now, why don't you get down on the floor and clean up the mess you made? Why don't you smear that puke all over your naked body, and then mop the rest of it up with your beautiful blond hair? I'd like to make love to you like that, covered in your vomit. How about it, will you show my brothers what a nasty slut you are for me?" He kissed me again, pushing his tongue deep in my mouth. I tasted my vomit in his mouth. How could I refuse? I slipped off the stool, and got down on my knees on the floor. I looked up at Jason's handsome face, and he nodded and smiled at me. I gathered up as much of the slimy puke as I could with my hands and, as all the college boys looked on, I smeared vomit all over my face and naked body, especially coating my cock and balls and ass. When I had gotten all the puke I could, on me. I bent over used my long blond hair to mop the floor of the rest. As I was about to rise up Jason put his foot on my back, holding me down and said, "Tyler put that butt plug in Jack's shit hole." Tyler must have used the lube he had brought, along with the sex toys, because the plug, when he slid it in me, felt cool and wet, and went in easy. When Jason took his foot off of me, I stood up and turned toward Jason. He tossed back the last of his drink, scooped up the sex toys on the bar and said, "Come on Jackie, were going go have some fun." All the boys in the room clapped and cheered.