Date: Sun, 15 May 2011 14:48:28 -0400
From: M W <striker88888@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lacrosse God Across the Hall: year 1 of 4

Below is a story based on some true events that happened to me in
college, though its been heavily fictionalized for dramatic purposes,
and of course names have been changed.  This is meant as entertainment
for adult consenting readers and not meant for anyone who is offended
by aggressive and dirty gay sex.

I welcome all suggestions and comments: Striker88888@gmail.com

CHAPTER 1 - WELCOME TO COLLEGE

I never expected to be here:  on my knees locked in a tiny stall,
blowing the godly lacrosse captain that lived across the hall my
Freshman year of college while he took a dump.   I'm pretty sure no
one would have expected me to stoop so low, but there I was, blowing
another dude while he pinched one out on the john...and all because he
told me to do it.  Luke was holding me by the back of my head and
grinding my face down like he was trying to push his dick all the way
through the back of my head.  I was choking on my own phlegm and
gagging from the smell rising from the toilet.  But, craziest of all,
I loved every moment of it.  So how did I get here?   It's a long
story...

Luke was THE ONE -- everyone has met a dude like this at some point --
and Luke was mine.  He was the most effortlessly and mind-blowingly
sexy person I've ever seen.  The girls that lived in our dorm Freshman
year were all creaming their pants when he walked by, and I'm pretty
sure all my male friends (who were all straight, as they thought I
was) felt his dominating sexual presence as soon as he walked into a
room as well.  He was perfectly built, the BMW 3 series of men -- the
perfect combination of muscles and grooming.  Luke was red-headed--
which is not usually my thing--but he somehow pulled it off and could
have been a movie star.  As soon as I saw him, moving into my dorm
that first day, he became the object of my whack off fantasies every
night from there on out.  Luke was one of the few athletic scholarship
students at the small eastern college we attended -- he was captain of
the Lacrosse team and said to have professional prospects in the
future---and he walked around with the swagger of knowing he was a god
in the sexual politicking of horny underclassmen.  He knew he could
have any girl he wanted, and he did have plenty...the endless
procession of hot blonde chicks leaving his dorm at 3 or 4 AM was
impressive by any standard (they never stayed the night).  It was this
swagger, this golden-boy attitude, that bowled me over -- I mean lots
of guys are hot (and Luke definitely was) -- but not very many people
have this kind of endless self-confidence.  You may never think a dude
like that would let a homo suck on his dick and swallow his cum.  Yet
it was this precise desire to be the "alpha male" that led Luke
and me to have our strange and unique relationship.

I guess before we go further you should know about me.  I'm Mike.
You'd never know it from that intro I guess but in lots of ways I was
your "average" guy.  Came from a long line of Irish cops in New York
City, and I had their stature- - 6'1", 185, broad shouldered and
always in good shape.  Played baseball my whole life so my torso was
pretty cut up, and though I didn't have an athletic scholarship
myself I did start at second base for school's team.  I got plenty of
attention from the females, and I did like to fuck around with them
sometimes if I was bored and horny.  But still, ever since I was in
middle school, I found something exciting about watching my teammates
change in and out of their sweaty jocks.  I thought for a long time I
was a pervert, and then I KNEW I was a pervert but didn't care.  It
wasn't just that I was gay, it was the type of filthy shit I
fantasized about, that really surprised me.  Still, I didn't 'come
out' or anything to my conservative Catholic family, or to any of my
meatheaded, jock friends -- I was very comfortable living the straight
lifestyle that had suited me well.  In fact, though I had the typical
jerking off knee-to-knee experience most adolescent guys have with
their friends at twelve or thirteen, I had never done anything sexual
with another dude before college.  That was about to change, of
course.

Luke knew me as the 'baseball guy' across the hall, and though he did
raise an eyebrow or two to me the first week or so of school pretty
soon the social delineation became clear -- lacrosse guys were the
"big men on campus," they had their own fraternity and didn't really
socialize with any other guys, except maybe football players who in
many ways were the same way.  Baseball, soccer, rugby and basketball
guys were all well-respected and popular -- but in he eyes of the LAX
team weren't worth their time.  So Luke and I went about our separate
business, and besides the copious cheerleader-types leaving his dorm
room, I really didn't see too much sign of Luke in the dorm.

One of those cheerleaders was named Betsy, and I guess this whole
thing started with her.  Betsy was a sexy brunette who had a thing for
athletes -- but never went far enough with them to get a "reputation"
as being a slut.  She was actually a sweet girl, with a slight
southern accent, and a tight, sexy body you just wanted to put your
hands all over.  About three months into school I was talking to Betsy
at a houseparty some rich upperclassman was having at his apartment
just off campus, and one thing led to another, and she came home with
me.  Back at my dorm, Betsy refused to have sex, even though my
roommate Steve was gone for the weekend and I offered to put on a
condom, but she did give me a pretty damn good blowjob...so it wasn't
a total waste.  When I was about to blow my wad I slid down to her
waist level and unbuttoned her jeans.  I ate her out for about ten
minutes before she had an intense, hip thrusting orgasm -- and then I
jerked my own load out on her stomach.  We lay there, both spent and
a little drunk, talking a bit afterwards.

"That was great" she moaned

"Thanks.  I'm a little drunk."

"No, really great.  I like you."  Leave it to women to bring emotion
into it in a time like this.

"I like you too" I offered.

"No, I mean, I like you a lot.  You're nice.  Much nicer than that
bastard across the hall."

"What?"  I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Luke.  We dated for...I dunno, two DAYS, when school first started.
He turned out to be a real jerk.  Anyway, you are tot--"
I zoned out and stopped listening to her as soon as she said his name.
I couldn't believe she'd been with him.  That means my lips had just
been on the pussy that Luke's had...maybe he had even fucked
her...which means my lips and his dick were connected by only one
degree.  Maybe...

"--so let's do it again."  She was still talking, making other plans
to hang out.  I balked a bit.

"I'm really tired, let's hit the hay"

"Okay" She said, cuddling up to me.  We slept like that, soundly, and
I dreamt about Luke fucking the shit out of her while I watched.

***
CHAPTER 2 -- THE BUILD UP

We woke in the morning and it was only minimally awkward -- both
acknowledging that we-- maybe, perhaps--had drank a few too many the
night before.  We agreed to go get breakfast at the dining hall near
my dorm, and quickly dressed -- she was cold so I offered her a
sweatshirt of mine with our baseball team logo printed wide across the
front.  We headed out the door.

Fate or coincidence, or just pure bad luck, Luke was standing outside
my door, tossing a lacrosse ball back and forth to two teammates,
almost destroying the hanging lamps that lined the hallway in the
process.  He looked up at me and Betsy, maybe gave half a sly grin,
and then quickly put his stick down.

"Oh Jesus" Betsy put her hand to her throbbing forehead.  The
hangovers were bad.

"What are you doing here?" Luke wasn't exactly angry, just surprised to see
her.

"What's it look like, asshole?"  Betsy obviously couldn't stand him.
"Come on, Mike"

At that, Betsy pulled me away towards the stairs.  I could hear Luke's
friends teasing him about Betsy -- he probably had told them every
sordid detail of their hookup.  "Guess she's done banging the
Lukester, then"  one of them joked.

Then it happened -- this moment of connection that changed everything
-- I looked back for just a fraction of a second and Luke caught my
eye.  His laughter stopped and a glint in his eye said something
different -- something a bit dangerous and crazy -- something that
said: "I'm gonna get you."

"Sorry about those guys" Betsy said happily, once we were in the
stairwell, "Luke and I barely had anything at all.  I was naive."
That's all she said but my imagination could fill in the rest.  Still
I didn't care, wasn't jealous or angry at all.  I was just thinking
about Luke, and that look in his eyes.

***

After that, I didn't see Luke too much around the dorm, but when I did
he no longer ignored me or just went about his business like he used
to.  Now he'd give me a stare -- not exactly  threatening me, more
just sizing me up.  He'd always have this half-smile as he looked at
me, like he knew he could take me down if we ever did fight.  To be
honest, though he was  a bit more muscular I had a good two inches on
him, and it would have been a good fight.  But fighting was the last
thing I wanted to do with Luke.  My desire for him had kicked into
overdrive -- where before he'd just creep into my jerk off fantasies
once a night when my roomate fell asleep and I whacked it before bed,
now I was jackin it five or six times a day thinking about Luke giving
it to me.  Sometimes I'd be post-workout and in the gym locker room as
the lacrosse team changed after practice.  Every single time that
happened, even if I didn't get a look at Luke per se, I would need to
go into a bathroom stall and pop out a load -- just the thought of him
nearby in a jock was driving me crazy.  I loved the rank post-practice
smell coming off the massive dudes that played lacrosse at my school.
Wanted that smell to never end, and sometimes I'd linger by my locker
just taking it in and hoping in some way Luke would see me.  I guess I
now know why.

As for Betsy, she kept calling for a while but, when I stopped
returning her calls, soon got the message.  I somehow knew Luke was
warning me not to be with her, and I didn't want to disappoint him.
Inexplicably, even though he was this asshole who hadn't said two
words to me, he had gotten into my head.

Besides the occasional locker room glance or dorm hallway stare, the
only other interaction we had before the end of the semester was at a
frat party on campus in the middle of November.  Steve and I were both
planning on pledging fraternities, which at our school you did in the
Spring of your Freshman year (aka, your second semester). We were in
'rush' period in November/December before the first semester ended --
pretty much the one time when every fraternity is nice to everybody,
trying to recruit new members. They have great parties with tons of
booze and it's always a wild time.  Steve and I would bounce around to
all the fraternities (except the lacrosse house, which only accepted
LAX players) getting wasted and scamming on chicks.  One night we had
been slugging on "Night Train" -- a kind of low-grade malt-liquor/wine
concoction that the bodega owners peddled to underaged college kids
who didn't know better -- and so were both totally obliterated by ten
o clock.  We were drunk enough to have the confidence to go to Phi
Beta Sigma, which was mostly football players drafted for our school's
well-respected team.  We were both actually having  pretty good time
playing drinking games and watching some of the older members funnel
beers out of a three story hose that ran up the stairwell of the large
frat house.  I left Steve talking to some slutty girl who seemed into
him, and went into the kitchen to refill my beer from the keg.  As I
walked towards the keg I realized Luke was there, probably had been
for a while.  He seemed drunk as well, a bit unsteady as he moved
towards the kitchen door.  So happened we passed right next to each
other, and at that moment were the only two people in the room with
the keg.  As our shoulders brushed, maybe the first contact we had
ever had, I heard him whisper under his breath:  "faggot."

Luke went off to party and I refilled my beer.  I drank it, sort of
sullenly, having kind of lost my taste for partying after that.  I
left Steve at the party and went back to the dorm room, a bit pissed
off.  Who does he think he is?  What an asshole.  Still, my drunk
horniess got the better of me...within a  few minutes I'd taken my
dick out and was tugging on my nuts.  All I was thinking about was
Luke towering over me on my knees, whipping his dick across my face as
he repeated: faggot, faggot, faggot.  I wanted him so badly that
night, probably would have done anything he asked.  That was only the
beginning of what was to come.

An hour later my roommate came home with the girl form the party and I
tried to fall asleep as he put the moves on her quietly from his bunk
bed.

***

CHAPTER 3 -  FINALLY

Just before Christmas break, I finally saw Luke's dick -- and a lot
more.  In fact, in my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine what was about
to happen.

So about a week before the end of the semester there were BIG parties
on campus, sort of a last hurrah before people really buckled down for
finals.  Again, I was drunk, but this time was holding the alcohol a
bit better.  By that point I knew what frat I was going to pledge
(DTD) so I was hanging with those guys taking shots.  They wished me
luck on tests and teased me good naturedly about how shitty pledging
was going to be in the spring -- I knew I could handle whatever they
were going to throw at me though.  It was about 4 AM before I headed
back to my dorm and headed for bed.

When I approached my dorm room I saw somebody splayed out on their
back right in front of my door, with no shirt on and not moving a
muscle.  When I got closer I saw that, sure enough, it was
Luke...totally passed out.  I thought about stepping over his body and
just going into my room,leaving him there as if I never saw him.  But
I looked back and saw he wasn't just passed out but TOTALLY STILL.  I
was worried he may have alcohol poisoning and was unconscious, or
worse.  I also noticed that his shirtless torso looked even better
than I imagined, muscles cut and rippling, bulky but not TOO bulky as
to be unattractive.  Truly perfect.

I shook his shoulder gently.  "Yo, man, you okay?"  No response so I
shook him a bit harder, "YO, LUKE, WAKE UP."

He rouses sort of suddenly, startled a bit to find himself there.  He
saw me and sort of moaned, tried to pull himself up to his side but
failed, flopping back down on the carpet.  He produced a long, labored
groan and then said in a hoarse voice: "I am very, very drunk."

I chuckled a bit, "at least your not dead" I said out loud.  Not sure
he heard me though as he was trying to get up again, falling back down
quickly without much luck.  "You want some help?" I asked, innocently
(I promise).

He didn't exactly say yes, but he didn't push me off of him either
when I slung my arm around his shoulder and helped him get to his
feet.  He was leaning all his weight on me, so if I let go he would
have fallen right down to the floor.  I tried dragging him to his
room, and I was pretty strong so we were almost there when he threw
out his arm and pointed to the bathroom door.  Our dorm had communal
bathrooms that were just two doors away from Luke's room.  "Gonna
puke"  Luke said.  I quickly dragged him towards the bathroom, kicked
open the door with my foot, and brought him instead.

The bathroom was basically two separate rooms, one with showers and
one with toilets, the rooms separated by a long narrow hallway where
the sinks and mirrors were.  I tried to drag him past the sinks and
towards the toilets, but he wasn't having it.  He grabbed ahold of one
of the sinks, hunched over it and began vomiting.  He didn't puke that
much but it certainly smelled terrible, and it must have felt good
because when he was done I could see the relief all over his face.  He
rubbed his forehead a bit and looked sleepy, as if he was going to
collapse backwards again.  I put my hand on his back to steady him.
Once he was steady he looked at himself in the mirror and made a
motion for me to leave.  I didn't though, still not trusting he could
take care of himself.  He groaned again and suddenly whipped out his
dick from his jeans and started pissing almost instantly...in the
sink.  His piss was strong smelling and yellow, and his dick
was...incredible.  Must have been 8 inches soft, thick as hell, with a
nice big smooth cut head.  I couldn't help starting at it as his thick
piss stream filled the sink that already was holding his puke.  He
just kept going and going...

I looked up and saw his head was turned towards me.  He was watching
me watch him piss, and suddenly didn't look like the 'drunk mess' he
just appeared to be.  He had that cocky grin on his face again, the
one that drives me crazy.  Then it happened.

He turned his body towards me, still pissing.   I flinched-- then
relaxed.  Did he know what he was doing?  In no time, he had covered
my jeans and the bottom part of my shirt; I felt the heat of it all
over my legs almost immediately.  He put his hand on my shoulder, sort
of forcing me down to my knees. I knew what he wanted.  He continued
to whizz (the stream hadn't died down AT ALL) all over my face and
neck, and I'm in shock...I can't believe this is happening.  The
hottest guy on campus--hell the hottest guy ive ever seen--here taking
a leak on my face.  When he was done he shook off the last drop or
two. I thought he was about to leave when he pushed his hips even
further towards me.  He growled one word: "SUCK."

And I did.  The first dick ever in my mouth, it was also the sweetest
thing I've ever tasted. I had dreamed of that moment so many
times, but none matched the reality of throating this stud's huge
cock.  He pumped my face about ten or fifteen times, each time going
just  a milimeter deeper than the last, before he pulled out and
sprayed his hot, chunky jism all over my face and neck.  I was
panting, dying for more, when he tucked his dick in his pants, didn't
bother to zip up his fly, and stumbled out of the bathroom, holding
the sinks for stability as he exited.

I stayed on my knees for a full minute, feeling his juice on me.  I
rubbed his jism into my cheeks and between my hands, loved the feel of
it.  Finally standing up, I ran the faucet of the sink to dilute the
stench a bit of the vomit and piss in the sink and the piss all over
the floor.  Finally I headed into the hall, my head still reeling.

He was gone by the time I exited the bathroom.  I went to my dorm room
and unlocked the door, barely pulling off my wet clothing
and tossing them into the garbage before collapsing into my bed.  I
was up for a good hour, just replaying over and over what had just
happened.  I know it sounds stupid but this was a major life changing
night for me.  It was the day Mike became somebodys bitch.  I was a
dude who always was in control-- stud myself.  But now I knew I'd do
whatever it takes just to be on my knees again for Luke.

When I woke up the next morning, still in a daze, my own dick was hard
with piss and memories.  I crossed the hall to the bathroom.  A friend
named Tom was coming out as I was entering.  "Careful in there, dude"
he warned, "some drunk idiot puked in the sink - -and I think there's
piss all over the floor."

***

CHAPTER 4
SPRING- Freshman Year

After that fateful night I didn't see Luke before the end of the
semester -- in fact I spent most of my time studying at the library
for my finals.  When my last day on campus came and went without
seeing him, I have to say I was a bit disappointed.  I wondered more
than a few times if Luke even remembered what had happened that night.
 Though he was very drunk, he seemed to know what he was doing when he
pushed me down to my knees and forced me to suck his dick.  Maybe he
was embarrassed?  Still, Luke didn't seem like the type to be
embarrassed about anything.

Finals sucked but I did decently -- much better than Steve anyway.  He
had failed out of 3 of his 4 classes and was going to take the Spring
semester off "to straighten himself out" -- so he said when we spoke
on the phone at Christmas.  I spent a week with some high school
friends in San Diego and Baja California, partying all night and
camping on the beach.  The California girls were amazingly beautiful
and game to fuck, but even after sleeping with three or four of them
my mind was still on Luke, the stud who hosed me down.

Headed back to campus and settled in towards the end of January.  With
Steve gone, I had a de facto single room -- a heavily prized thing as
a Freshman.  I resigned myself to studying harder and getting better
grades this semester -- with organic chemistry and some hard electives
I was really going to have to buckle down.  In fact, even though
classes weren't starting until the next day, I was already reading
chapter one of my orgo textbook and trying to get ahead when there was
a knock at my door.

"Hi faggot"  Luke was grinning at me like the cocky bastard he was.

I just stood there looking at him for a minute, trying to figure out
where this was going.  "What?"  I finally said.

"Meet me in my room in exactly ten minutes"  And with that he took off.

My dick was instantly hard.  but I was also nervous.    What the fuck
did he want with me?  I knew I was dying to have that huge rod
pounding my mouth again, but I didn't want to get my ass
kicked...maybe this was all a trick?  Maybe I was gonna go into his
room and his frat buddies would be there, ready to beat me down.  The
next ten minutes passed so damn slowly.

I went over there and knocked gently.  I was already semi hard.  Luke
opened the door and pulled me in my by sweatshirt collar.
I notice immediately that his roomate James was in the room, and I saw
about 30 empty beer cans -- these guys had clearly been drinking.
Luke had already whipped out his schlong.

"Suck my dick you little bitch"

I did as I was told -- loving the feel of his big dick in my mouth.
He was pre-cumming a ton, I felt the sweet taste of hi nasty juice on
my lips.  That's when I looked up and saw Luke's roommate James--he
was holding a video camera, taping the whole thing. I didn't know what
to do so I jsut kept sucking, and it wasn't long before Luke pulled
out and jizzed all over my face.  I could tell he loved giving facials
-- seeing the damage he'd done.

With one last wet dick smack across my face, Luke tucked his big dick
back into his shorts.  He took a swig of a Budweiser perched on the
counter.  "This is how it's gonna work"

I was still on my knees, loving the taste of his cum in my mouth.

"You're on call.  24 horus a day, 7 days a week.  Anything James or I
tell you to do--you do.  No questions ask.  If we tell you to lick our
fucking asses clean, you do it.  If I tlel you to wash and fold my
laundry--you do it.  It's not gonna be fun for you, but we'll keep you
fed with plenty of dick--which I know a faggot like you needs.  So
those are the terms.  If you ever tell anyone about any of this, first
place we're sending that video is to your mother.  And then I'm gonna
kick your ass.  You understand?"

I nodded.

"do. you. understand. faggot?"

"Yes, sir"

"Good.  Now it's my turn"  James pushed his way in front of Luke,
handing him the camera.  "Eat this cock boy"

James' dick was even bigger than Luke's, though not quite as thick.
Where look took his time with some slow thrusting, James was more
aggressive.  He pounded my throat hard, laughing the whole time.  I
was choking on his dick and my own saliva when suddenly, with one last
hard thrust, James filled my mouth with sperm.  Tasted so nasty...but
also, awesome.  James sat back down, exhausted.

"You understand everything we've told you tonight?"  Luke asked,
clearly the leader of the pair.

"Yes sir.  I'll be your cocksucker any time you need it"

"Sucking cock is only the beginning for you, bitch" James laughed.
"Get the fuck out of here"

I looked to Luke who nodded and I got up to clear, cum still coating my face.

As I walked out Luke said, "Where your roomate--didn't see him moving back in."

"He's on leave this semester.  Got a single room now."

Luke and James made eye contact, something sinister in their glance.

"In that case we're gonna need a copy of your dorm room key"  I agreed
and headed out, knowing this semester was going to be a lot more
interesting than the last.

***

CHAPTER 5 -- DEGRADATION

Between pledging my fraternity and baseball practice, not to mention
school work, honestly I was hardly around the dorm for the first
couple of months of the semester.  It seemed whenever I was, though,
Luke or James had a boner to pick with me, so to speak.  Found myself
sucking my dick and eating more ass than I would have thought
possible.  They were insatiable.

Sometimes they'd text me orders  -- "SHOWERS AFTER BASEBALL PRACTICE"
and I'd be expected to show.  Lots of times they'd key into my dorm
and shove their dicks into my face while i slept.  I'd startle awake,
but then immediately start blowing them.  They both loved taking
pisses on me in the showers, as I begged for more.  It was clear what
they craved here was the power of making another college stud their
private bitch.  Sometimes I'd drink Luke's piss straight form the
tap--he taught me how to take it all without spilling any.  I was
turning into a real good boy.

Not that all of this was too good on my ego -- but I started to enjoy
just living to please Luke and his buddy.  Everytime I had doubts I
just thought of Luke's naked torso, or the way he looked on the
lacrosse field during games --  a god of the first order.  I was proud
to be the recipient of his dark underside.  Still, to the world I
managed to seem like a normal, straight guy.  No one questioned me.  I
liked my double life, knowing what a bitch I could really be even
though it was buried deep down.

I remember the first time they fucked me -- it was after our a concert
in the gym amphitheater that almost every student  on campus was at.
I was drinking tequila with my baseball buddies, rocking out to the
music, when Luke sent me a text: "sports shed -- NOW"

The shed was a small facility with sports equipment that was attached
to the gym.  Not many people ahd access to it besides coaches, but as
one of the school's star athletes Luke pretty much did as he wanted.
When I got there I found the door open, and Luke and James inside,
smoking a joint.

I remember how much it hurt but how I never wanted it to end.  Luke
bent me over some racks of pinnies and whipped his cock against my
hole.  "You're gonna love this Mike"  Luke laughed.  He spit on his
dick a few times and slipped it in, surprisingly easily.

"How much you been fucked, boy?"

"First time" I said, honestly.

"You just have a pussy meant for tearing up then"  Luke began thrusting,
hitting the joint with one hand and slapping my ass with the other.  "Jimmy
you gotta get a ride"

They took turns pounding my butthole into submission; I felt numb.
Eventually they started double teaming me form both sides at once --
Luke would hump my ass while I sucked James long dick.  Luke and James
would periodically high five as they fucked away.   I was loving being
used like that, and it wasn't long before I felt Luke's cream all over
my hole.  I could tlel it was a huge one, and it started dripping down
my leg.  James pulled his dick out of my mouth with a loud grunt and
shot a massive chunky load all over my chest.  "Pearl necklace!" he
said, smugly.

"Is that in The Book?" Luke asked.

James took out a hand bound  stack of papers form his backpack.  This
was The Book.  The Book was a legend in their fraternity, and every
new pledge got a copy.  It was a series of hardcore sex maneuvers that
are the "stuff of legend" on college campuses all over the country.
Dirty things everyone's talked about but few have actually tried.
"Right here," James found a page, "Pearl necklace -- you get head and
when you're about to shoot, you pull it out and cum on the girl's
neck"  James gave me a pittingly look, "you're the girl in this case."

"I think we also can check off The Eiffel Tower"  Luke concluded,
showing James a page.  "We took him form both sides at one, and high
fived.  That counts."

Suddenly I realized what I was to these studly sickos --  a project.
They were gonna use me every which way they could think of.  and I was
okay with that.

Now that my cherry was popped, Luke and James fucked me plenty
throughout the rest of the semester.   Two or three nights a week I'd
wake up with a dick in my ass.  Luke liked to take me from behind
standing, with my jsut bent over like a whore.  I loved that.  James
liked missionary position better, said he could get in "deeper" that
way, and would hold my legs up over my head and plow away.  They both
loved cumming either on my asshole or my face -- they liked being able
to see me covered in their juice.  James started getting into using me
after lacrosse practice, making me eat out his dirty sweaty hole right
when they got back to the dorm and were still in uniforms.  Loved that
so much.   Once Luke pissed on me in the gym locker room, just out in
the open -- very ballsy move.  Luckily no one saw and he left without
saying  a word.  I walked home in the piss covered cloths, loving the
feeling.

They checked off more items from The Book as they found more and more
creative ways to degrade me.  "We own you" Luke said once, after a
particularly hard fucking, and I knew deep down he was right.

***

CHAPTER 6 -- END OF SEMESTER

So that was my spring, let's just say I did a lot of laundry because
the two of those guys was always messing me up, whether with piss, cum
or even shit (once James made me fish into the toilet bowl and take
out a piece of his shit and drop it into my underwear and sit in it
for a while - - something he found in The Book called "Hoarding Nuts".
It was disgusting-- he loved watching me suffer).  I liked servicing
James, who was a hot stud on his own right, but I continued to love
Luke the best -- he knew it too.  He was the big brother I never had,
and even though he never would show a moment of softness to me, I like
to think he enjoyed my company too.

A week before the semester ended I was packing things up on my dorm
and got a text: "BATHROOM NOW."  I took off the nice polo I was
wearing and slipped into a tshirt.  When I got into the bathoom I
didn't see Luke or anyone -- checked the showers and found them empty
too.   Suddenly I realized he was in a stall.  "Mike"

"Yeah?"

"lock the door and come in here"

I locked the bathroom door -- something we really weren't allowed to
do.  I headed over to the stall and he kicked the door open.  There he
was, my greek god, sititng on the john and grunting out a turd.  He
has that amazing sly smile when he said "On your knees douche"

I got on my knees and buried my face in his lap.  Out of the corner of
my eye I saw the toilet bowl filled with his crap, and I definitely
smelled it -- a massive crap.  "You like giving a stud like me toilet
head you little faggot?"  Luke asked.  He took a camera phone pic  of
me blowing him and showed me -- he wrote the caption "BLUMPKIN!" and
sent it off to James.  They were always competing who could push me
furthest, and Luke clearly had just scored a big point.  He continued
to pump my face as I choked on my phlegmn and his dick meat.

So that's how I got here,  a slave to the hottest guy in school.
Guess you always think a toilet slave's gonna be some nasty old
pervert; but even a young stud like me can be dirty enough to take
this kind of abuse from a god like Luke.  You live and you learn.
Turns out that day Luke wasn't satisfied with getting head, so  before
getitng off he stood up and bent me over the toilet.  He plunged his
rock hard dick in my ass before I could eve shout, and pushed my head
down so it was hovering over the toilet bowl.  I got fucked like that,
staring down as Luke's precious shit, and finally got a blast of cum
up my chute.  It felt amazing.

***

I was packing my things frantically and was already going to be late
for my bus when I got a knock on my door.  I opened it to see Luke and
instantly thought "oh shit, I'm in for it now"  - -but he just smiled
that amazing smile.  He was carrying his hockey bag and another
duffel, and looked ready to take off.  "We'll have a lot more
adventures next year, huh kid?"  He said, not unfriendly.  I smiled.

"Have a good summer"  he said, walking away.  Halfway down the hall,
he added:   "You bitch."

And I really was.

*


Next installment -- Sophomore year -- When Luke's frat brothers find
out about his dick slave, they want in...

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