Date: Sun, 2 Sep 2018 16:11:05 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my flatmates' bitch - part 23

Becoming my flatmates' bitch – part 23

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>

m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild
domination (one-way sex).

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By the way, on the last instalment of the club story, I had a problem with
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Hi, everyone! I'd like to apologize for disappearing for so long. I've been
through a difficult moment of my life. Depressed, mostly. I just couldn't
write anything that pleased me, although I kept trying.  Just couldn't
finish anything. Now I'm moving on, and I think I'm getting back to normal.
I have a lot of plans, which still include the book and a website that I'm
developing.  So, I present the next chapter of `becoming my flatmates'
bitch' Hope you all enjoy! I know I haven't answered e-mails, but I'm back
to business, and it includes answering them. Hope you send me e-mails to
keep me going.  This time, hopefully, with no breakdowns. Please, do send
me e-mails. Cheers!

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I slept very well that night given everything I've been through the day
before. I'd lie if I said I dreamt of Adam and his big dick. My dreams are
never that obvious, but I did see phallic symbols and other stuff that made
me aware of my excitement. A simple reason surrounded my aura: I had
cum. Many variables can be associated with that. Such as I came from anal
stimulation, my dick was caged, I came more than once by being fucked by
another guy. To sum it up, I liked that. The issue is I considered myself
straight. That was wrong, and the feeling of guilt woke me up. The world
would be so much easier if we just accepted things we like or dislike
without prejudice. But that's an ideal place we'll probably never
know. Human beings are very complex, and I was complicated too. I thought I
knew a lot about life, but I was still just a naïve apprentice.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the sunlight that bathed the flat's common
space entering my now doorless room. In my mind, the light came to reaffirm
that I was now vulnerable and in my flatmates' hands. I remembered
something about `three times.' Yes, Adam said he'd fuck me three times
before asking Brian to free my dick from that cage. My hands wandered again
to where I once had pubic hair, and there I found the metal surrounding my
meat. My smooth balls, my hairless crack, my swollen asshole. The simple
touch of my finger brought back memories. That was becoming an erogenous
area of my body, which was driving me crazy. Although swollen, it was
hungry. I needed to cum. I felt like I had years of accumulated jizz,
forcing its way through my body, looking for a way to get out of me. My
finger pressing my prostate was just what I needed.

`No! Soon I'll be free again. Hang on there, and you'll be alright. Soon
all of this will be over' I promised myself. A promise I didn't know
whether I could maintain or not.

I think that that voice was scratching only the surface of what I
felt. Deeper inside, I heard another voice I wanted to suppress. `Don't
finger yourself now coz soon Adam will be fucking you again, and that will
feel way better.'

In one aspect, these two voices agreed with each other: I was, in fact,
waiting for Adam. He'd free me – whatever that meant.

In the moment of my reverie, I heard voices coming from the living
room. Brian and Kurt were talking and probably getting ready to leave. They
were murmuring, which was weird since Brian wasn't the kind of person who'd
murmur. He was more like the yelling type. I closed my eyes to pretend I
was sleeping as if it would change anything. If they wanted me awake,
they'd put me up in two seconds. Thankfully, that wasn't their
intention. They were gone, and I felt alone again.

Well, I wasn't that alone. Not too long after Brian and Kurt left, I heard
Adam walking around. My heart was beating fast. Was he coming to my room? I
didn't know if I wanted to pretend I was sleeping or if I'd stand up and
talk to him. `I need to have my dick back' I kept telling myself. `It was
taken away from me, and I have the right to get it back.'

And so I waited till I heard him zipping up his jacket. `What the fuck?' I
thought. I needed to know what he wanted from me. Not very sure of what I
was doing, I stood up and walked to the doorframe, from a place I could see
him, but he couldn't see me very well.

"You going out?" I asked the obvious.

"Yeah, got stuff to do" he answered in a very nice way. Brian would've said
something like `no, bitch.  I'm dressing up to fuck your mother in the
toilet.'

My heart was beating even faster. My mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear
my voice until I finally spoke: "You said you'd get Brian to free me... you
know..."

"Oh, that. Yeah. But before that I said I'd fuck you three times, right?
Can't you wait?"

He was very direct as usual. He was this kind of person. Once he told me an
old friend of his taught him how to be like that, a guy who used to be a
bodybuilder.

I think he saw hesitation in my movements. My body not responding to my
brain, a lot of tension around me. I obviously couldn't wait. I just
fucking needed to jerk off.

"Listen" he continued, "I can't now. But, I'll tell you what" and he went
to the kitchen. He was messing around, looking for something into plastic
bags till he came back, now into my room. In his hand, there was a bag with
about a dozen carrots inside. "I'll tell you what. You fuck yourself with
one of these. You choose whichever you want. You can cum as many times as
you want. It'll count as one fuck, then only two more to go. What d'you
say?"

"I dunno. I don't want to do that?" I mumbled.

"You sure? It's not as nice as my dick, but it'll make you feel
better. Trust me" he finally handed me the bag. "Anyway, it's up to you. If
you do, I'll know. You can't fool me. And if you do, then only two more to
go. I swear."

"I'll see..."

"Listen, you can wait for me if you want. It'll just take longer. As I
said, it's up to you."

Maybe, deep inside, I felt a bit rejected as he decided to let me fuck
myself with a carrot instead of fucking me. Was this his plan? To make me
feel like being fucked by him? I was dancing in the dark, as usual.


I didn't answer. Adam turned away and left me with the bag of carrots. Just
before closing the door, he took a last look at me and said: "but put a
condom on it, ok? You don't want it to break inside of you. I have condoms
in the top drawer. Then throw the carrot away."

I looked at my hands. What was going on with me? How far was I going? I was
considering whether I'd do as suggested. I was unconsciously trying to
choose which carrot to use. I couldn't feel more useless. But as I thought
better, I realized it'd be less embarrassing to just use the carrot than
having Adam fucking me again. It'd be one less time with him on top of
me. I also knew I couldn't fool him.  Adam was smart. I had to get one of
those carrots inside me.

I walked in straps to his room and got a package of condoms. In the
kitchen, I placed the bag on the sink and looked at them carefully. All of
them seemed big to me. For a moment, I wondered why someone would buy that
many big carrots? My hands touched each one of them. The difference was
very small. Knowing the choice wouldn't make any difference, I picked the
first one I found.

What was I doing? I couldn't help but ask myself this question
repeatedly. I slid the condom on the carrot till I got only the bottom
unwrapped. I made it easier for me because I started from the part that was
thinner, and left the thicker out. I remembered I needed lube, so I went
after it in Adam's room. He had left it on his bedside table, to make it
clear he'd used it a day before.

I guess I looked like a teenage girl preparing to lose her virginity. A
horny girl who'd spend time choosing what to use for the special moment. I
spread the gooey liquid on the condom-covered carrot and wasted a few
minutes choosing which position to be when proceeding with the plan. I
thought that on my fours could hurt my arms, so maybe laying on my back,
with legs on the air would be a better option.

I got the carrot and felt the cold tip touching my pucker. It was clearly
not a dick. It was harder, colder, even weirder than Adam's dick or
fingers. Plus, I couldn't see what I was doing, but only guess. I decided I
simply couldn't look in the mirror while doing that. Humiliation was
already enough this way.

I pressed the carrot, and I felt the tip moving into my anus. Surprise took
me as I notice how easily it penetrated me. I expected my hole would fight
it back, but it embraced the intruder. The surprise gave in to more
penetration, as my hand pulled the carrot deeper inside. I realized why
Adam said he'd find out if I hadn't used the carrot. He wanted me to use it
until I felt swollen, till my hole was open and deflowered by the
vegetable.

In and out, I adjusted the pacing to how comfortable I felt. But I wasn't
enjoying it. The carrot didn't have the right girth; it was too hard, my
G-spot wasn't being massaged as Adam did so expertly. Now and then, I'd
touch my hole with my fingers and feel how open it was. I decided to
continue with the carrot fucking till I felt my hole was large enough. This
way, Adam would be able to touch me and know I'd done what he wanted.

The mechanical rhythm wasn't pleasing either. My muscles contracted, and
the intrusion was getting unpleasing. I closed my eyes and tried to focus
on something else. The carrot was almost entirely buried in me. I rotated
it, but I didn't feel much difference. I think that more than choosing the
right object to self-fuck, the most important is to know what you're doing,
and I didn't. I tried rotating from left to right, then right to left, but
still...

"What the fuck?" I heard that voice coming from my door.

I opened my eyes to find Kurt looking at me. Fuck! Brian should be with
him. That was the first thing I thought, `what Brian's gonna say?'

"This is... nothing" I had no idea what I could say. How do you explain
something like this?

Kurt walked into the room and got the carrot that was still deep into my
intestine. The emptiness filled the gap I felt without it in me. I sat down
on my bed as I observed Kurt. He got the condom out and took a long-lasting
look at the carrot. Was it too big?

"All of them were the same... size" I answered even when no question had
been made.

"This is Brian's. I think he'd make a cake" and he laughed like a
horse. "Well, I can say you were trying to squeeze the juice out of it."

"Please, don't tell Brian..."

"Tell me what?" and he appeared behind Kurt. Fuck! Could anything get
worse?

"Chad was getting the juice out of your carrot" Kurt kept laughing.

"What d'you mean? What were you doing?" he asked me.

"Nothing..." I tried to think of something smarter to say, but I had
nothing to say.

"So, show me how you do nothing," and he was trying to give me the carrot
back.

"I can't. I mean, it can break"

"What the hell is going on here?" Brian asked again to Kurt and me. "Can
anyone explain why I'm holding a carrot in the bitch's chamber?"

"He was eating it, but using a different channel" Kurt still the same.

It only took Brian a few seconds, but he finally got the picture. "Were you
using MY carrot as a dildo, bitch? You're such a slut. What's going on with
you? All the `I ain't gay' shit? So, you finally coming out?"

"No, you don't understand... It's..." I couldn't say what Adam asked me to
do. What could I say?  Brian couldn't know the truth, or he'd want to fuck
me too. Being fucked would be the new routine.  "I just wanted to know how
it feels like. No big deal, ok? Since I can't touch my dick, I..."

"Since you can't touch you dicklet, you decided it'd be a good idea to fuck
yourself with a carrot?  Bitch, once I broke my arm, and I didn't jack off
for a fucking month, and still, I didn't consider sitting on a fucking
carrot. Bitch!"

"It's been way more than a month; you know that. I needed to cum..."

"I've got something better for you here" he groped his dick through his
jeans. "This will make you cum, not a stupid carrot."

"You ain't fucking me. You never will" I had to show some dignity.

"Ok. So, dicks are forbidden, but carrots allowed? Alright then..."

"That's not what I meant..." I wanted to say something else. I thought for
a while as Brian kept his eyes on mine.

"So? What do you mean? It's alright to be a bitch, just don't deny it, k?"
and he had me silent. "By the way, since you gave a step further, now we
got to play a game."

"Fuck!" I mumbled. I knew games weren't a good deal for me. I'd never win
one of his games.

"Yeah, since you started it, this one will involve fucking you. With
carrots, since you prefer them to real dicks.

Kurt came in, carrying the bag with all the other carrots.

"How did you choose this one among all the others? Why this one?" Brian
asked.

"Randomly..."

"Don't bullshit me, bitch. Why this one?"

"I'm telling you. I touched it and picked it up" I said it honestly for the
first time.

"Ok then. So, you choose what's gonna get into your ass by the touch? And
does it feel special when you put it into your ass?"

"I dunno. It's just a carrot..."

"Oh, you shouldn't say that. It can't be just a carrot; it's THE
carrot. From ten carrots you picked this one, you must love it. So, let's
make it feel special. I'll put the carrots on the counter, and each will
have a number. All fuck you with each one of them. Yeah, you gonna have all
ten carrots into your hole. After that, all you gotta do is to say which
one you picked up. I mean, which one is this one I'm holding now."

"What do I get if I win?" I can't believe I didn't fight the idea. But I
didn't. Maybe because I knew it would be a waste of time.

"Nothing. You fucked yourself with it without my asking. What's here to
win? Well, I'd say you can keep on fucking yourself then. I'll just leave
you alone to it. But if you lose..."

I looked at him with a mix of disgust and fear. What could he do to me?
Adam wouldn't let him fuck me. He'd made it clear. He'd be the only
one. I'd tell him first thing when he arrived. I'd send him a message.

"Well, for each wrong number you say, I'll randomly choose someone you know
here in the campus, and I'll show him a picture of you sucking dick."

"No. We all agreed this would be something among us..."

"Who's us, bitch? Is Bob us? Is Alex us? Are you not feeling the weight of
reality yet? There's no `us' anymore. And, besides, I'm pretty sure you'll
get it right straightaway. I'm sure you have some intimacy with this carrot
here already. And..." he continued, "so you don't say I'm cheating, I'll
cut it here with my nail."

Brian scratched the base of the carrot with his finger and peeled it
partially. He showed it to me, and I saw it was marked. "See? This is the
one. When you get the right number, I'll show it to you. Oh, and if you
feel you have the right one inside of you, you can let me know. Don't need
to have all ten of them inside your ass. But again, if you're wrong,
someone will know you appreciate the taste of dicks."

Kurt was too quiet but led me to the living room. "Knees on the couch. Just
bend so your elbows are on the headrest." He still blindfolded me and
slapped my ass with a loud laugh. "You gotta use a condom in them, and
lube," he told Brian, "that's how he was using it."

"Good" Brian was probably smiling. "Condom and lots of lube for bitch
number one coz he deserves."

I heard Brian pressing the lube bottle and the slimy sound of his hands
spreading it on the carrot. He asked Kurt to help him and open my ass
cheeks apart. And the first carrot came inside me without much effort. I
grunted, but it wasn't painful, I think it was just a normal reaction
caused by the unexpected penetration. I thought he wouldn't spend much time
sliding the carrot in me, but of course, he did. Probably, five minutes
later, he took it out and came with a new one.

The girth was the same; there was nothing I could use as a reference to
distinguish one from the other.

"I'll fuck you with the base first, so maybe you can see the difference."

"Nah, that'll hurt" I contested.

"Bitch, from what I can see here, you're open enough already. Just shut
up. If it doesn't go in I quit" and another slap on my butt.

He turned the carrot around and in it went. I didn't feel much
difference. I think my anus was getting a bit numb. It was different from
everything that happened before. I wasn't feeling bad; I was feeling
nothing.

"This is the second one. Not this one yet? Let's try the third one then"
then he asked Kurt to keep me open.

"Third one is going in. Base first. Is this the one?"

I could only feel Kurt's hands opening my ass and the invader going in and
out.

"I don't know" I answered honestly again. "They all have more or less the
same girth. I can't feel much."

"That's because you're a greedy bitch. You should've paid more attention
when you chose the one that would deflower you. This detail will make your
life much harder, right?"

"Ok. Not this one" I realized I'd better just go on with the carrots till
we reached the last one, then I could start choosing.

"Think better, bitch. If this is the one, someone will be knowing your
little secret."

"Fuck, I don't know."

"Just take your time," and the pumping continued for more five minutes or
more.

The same repeated over and over again. Sometimes he'd insert the carrot
from the thin side first, then change to the thick one. Other times, he'd
do the opposite. For all ten carrots, it took us one hour or so. My ass was
numb, couldn't feel anything whatsoever. I didn't know which number to say
coz all of them felt the same.

"I seriously don't know. I think it was number five?"

"Five? This one?" And then he inserted it deep into my ass. As he got it in
and out, he asked if I was sure, if I didn't want to change to another
one. I knew I had no options because I'd keep guessing regardless of the
number I chose.

"Yes, that's the one" I reaffirmed after three minutes or more.

"Sorry, bitch. Try again" he didn't sound apologetic at all.

"Number three?"

"Oh, that's a good guess. Let's try it."

It repeated for quite a while. It wasn't number three, number six nor
number nine. While I guessed, Brian would keep repeating if I was sure and
wouldn't stop the coming in and going out movement.  It lasted for at least
another half an hour.

"Number two. It's number two. I'm sure" I'd given up already. I could only
expect Adam to change Brian's intentions of telling my friends about my
cocksucking habit.

"Oh. This one? Is this the right one?"

Fuck. I couldn't take that any longer. I was getting tired, my leg about to
cramp.  I could swear Brian would keep going on and on till I've tried all
numbers.

"Finally, bitch" and he stopped the pumping. "When you said three, I told
you it was a good guess, but then you went all the way up to six. Here you
go, now you can see the carrot I used in you. It's the same one you used
before."

I removed the blindfold and didn't care to look at the carrot. That
wouldn't make any difference. As I stood up, pissed, and ready to get back
to my room, I saw a devious grin on Kurt's face. Brian was grinning too.

"What?" I asked out of my indignation.

"Nothing. Do whatever you want" Kurt answered.

"Yeah and get ready to have your secret revealed to four of your friends,
or colleagues, or teachers.  God knows who I'll pick up."

"Whatever. Let's see if you'll be able to go on with that" I answered in a
way I shouldn't. I just wanted to keep my dignity but doing that by
challenging Brian's authority wasn't a smart idea. I still hoped Adam could
do something about it.

I wouldn't expect Brian and Kurt to let me be so easily, but they did. Just
like they vanished and reappeared, out they went again without
announcing. Back to my room, I went to my bed and, under the bedsheet,
touched my hole. It was oily but not sensitive. It felt numb, a bit like
anesthesia.  With the other hand, I touched my dick. It was hard and
wet. But I didn't feel myself coming earlier.  Was I really numb? Not even
the discomfort caused by the cage annoyed me. How could I cum without
noticing it?

Without much effort, I fell asleep. I didn't sleep all I could that night,
so I still managed to close my eyes and dream a bit more. I don't know for
how long I slept, but a noise woke me up as I had another weird dream, this
time with vegetables.

I heard a zipper and plastic bags. It was too quiet for Brian or
Kurt. Maybe, Kurt by himself but it wouldn't make much sense. In hopes to
find Adam, I stood up and went back to the doorframe. To my relief, it was
him.

"There you are," he said with a smile. "Did you try to fuck yourself with
the carrot?"

"Worse than that" I answered. "Kurt walked in on me and caught me with the
carrot. Then he told Brian who blindfolded me in another one of his games
and used all the carrots in my ass. And, as usual, I lost the game, and now
he's gonna show a video where I'm sucking him to friends of mine."

"Wow, all of that while I was gone?"

"That's not what I expected you to say" I tried to play cute. "Can you
change his mind about showing anything to my friends? That'll be a
nightmare, you know? This will never end."

"I'll talk to him," he said without promising me anything. "How's your
hole?"

I touched my ass. It was back to normal, that is, sensitive again. As I
touched my butt, my dick responded. I was so stupidly horny that anything
would make me hard. My fingers surrounded the outside area of my anus, and
one of them slipped in, just the first knuckle. It didn't hurt, but I was
open and a bit swollen.

"Let me see it."

This was the weirdest part of all. Turning my back to Adam and showing him
my ass, as I'd do with a doctor. The difference is, he wasn't a doctor, he
wasn't trying just to examine me, he had fucked me and would to it
again. He opened my buttocks with his hands and touched my hole.

`Fuck' I thought, and my dick responded again.

"It seems alright to me. Does it hurt if I do this?" Adam pressed a
sensitive part of my ass. My dick twitched. It didn't hurt. I should've
said it did, but I couldn't lie to him.

"No. I think it's ok."

"Nice, coz I want to fuck you now. It's such a nice weather outside today."

I didn't understand the relation between fucking and nice weather. I
thought of asking him not to try it as it should hurt me, but I wanted to
cum and feel it. I couldn't say no to him. Actually, I wanted to say yes.

I went back to my room, but he had a different plan. "No, Chad. In my room,
this time."

Should I only follow his orders? Maybe not, but I did as he asked. I was
still trying to hide my ass from him. It's very weird to explain, but if I
didn't have any intimacy with Brian or Kurt, I did have with Adam. Well,
not that we were very intimate, but we did share secrets sometimes, and
that was enough for me to consider him a friend, now `with benefits.' His
benefits. As I walked to his room, I tried to cover my ass with my
hand. Adam laughed for obvious reasons.

His room was messy as usual, the bed unmade, clothes were thrown
everywhere, half-opened drawers. The curtain was also half opened. It's a
long one because his room has the only balcony in the flat. So instead of a
window, he's got a door that led to the balcony. I sat down on the bed and
waited. Adam was undressing in the living room, leaving his jacket and
boots behind.

"Let me tell you something before we start. Yesterday I taught you how I
like to be sucked, right? I am demanding. Indeed, I won't say
otherwise. But my demands are not restricted only to sucking; I'm quite
demanding when it comes to fucking as well. Don't blame me; it's just a lot
of options, so I've earned the right to be like this" I knew his story, no
need to go over it again.

Suddenly, I was worried thinking I'd probably need to go over two or three
hours sucking his dick, and he wouldn't cum. I wasn't that good
yet. Sucking Adam was work for professionals, and I didn't consider myself
one of them.

"Don't worry coz I don't want you to suck me today" he continued as if
reading my thoughts. "I want to fuck you longer, so no sucking today, ok?"

At the same time, I felt relieved for not having to suck him; I also felt
bad for knowing he'd be fucking me longer. Would my hole be enough for all
his stamina?

"So, let me explain what I like when fucking" I was only listening, still
adjusting myself to his messy bed. "I like the danger."

Fuck, what did he mean by `danger'? He might have noticed my eyes widening,
so he was fast to continue, "I mean, no danger for you, or better, no
physical danger. Nothing like that. But I like the danger of being caught."

"Fuck!" now I said it out loud. It all came back together, the `fucking'
and `good weather.'

"Yeah, I think you got it already," he said. I remembered when he asked me
to come to his room, so my eyes traveled from him to the balcony door.

"Fuck! You can't be serious. Everyone would see us. There's a whole
building on the other side."

Well, unfortunately, I wasn't exaggerating. The building had a U shape. We
were on one side of the U, so there was all the other side facing us. The
building had three floors; we were on the second.  So, we had flats above
and below us, balconies facing us from left to right. We were, literally,
surrounded.

"Let me try to make it sound a bit less scary to you. You won't be the
first one" he smiled.

"How do you expect to make me feel better with that? Probably there are
people on the other side who know your habits already and stay there just
waiting for the show. And, this time, I'm the main attraction. No way!
Sorry."

"Hey, listen. I won't come out. It's gonna be only you. Stand up!"

Not convinced this would be a good idea, I stood up. Adam went to his
bathroom (he had a suite), then came back with a folded and wrapped
bathrobe and scissors. "I got this from a hotel once.  Cheap stuff."

He used the scissors to cut the plastic that wrapped the bathrobe and
unfolded it. He asked me to wear it. And so I did. I can't deny I liked to
have something extra covering my body, but I knew it wasn't over. He made
me turn away and kneeled behind me. His face not far from my ass. He
touched my ass through the robe, found more or less where my hole would be,
then got the scissors.  I looked at him from above my shoulder and saw him
cutting the fabric right above the part that covered my hole.

"You'll eventually get used to this. I always felt like trying this with
someone, and you've been chosen."

"Great" I answered cynically.

"So, now all you gotta do is move to the balcony and bend over the
handrail."

"What you gonna do?" well, I kinda knew what he had in mind already, but
still didn't understand how all of this would work out.

"Just do your part and leave the rest to me, ok? Stay there and don't move
till I breed you. If you're too noisy and people come out to see, it's on
you. Don't blame for that. Be quiet and probably no one's gonna notice."

I felt like saying a cynical `great' again. I had a ten-plus-inches fucking
my recently opened hole and now I'd be fucked again and couldn't even
grunt. Were all men like him? Do men really get off when doing stuff like
this? During all the years I imagined myself fucking chicks, I never saw
myself taking them to the balcony. Was I the exception?

"No lube?" I managed to ask.

"Only on my dick this time. Too much lube and I don't feel as good. I like
a little friction. Now, off you go" he patted me on the back and pushed me
out gently.

It was good weather, indeed. Still winter, but the sky was blue, and it
felt much warmer. I moved closer to the handrail, looked down. There were a
few people there, sat down, enjoying the sun.

"Adam. This won't be a good idea. There're people all over. They want to
sunbathe."

"Just pretend you're one of them. Bend over and bring your ass closer to
the door."

It was a very small balcony. This way, when I bent over, my ass touched the
door's glass. You couldn't have more than two people there.

Adam handed me a mug. "Pretend you're drinking something and enjoying the
sun too. Just don't let it fall."

The mug read `Dad's good boy.' Was it intentional? Adam positioned himself
right behind the curtain, but his dick still found a way through. From
outside, no one would be able to see him.

"Now you get my dick and press it against your hole. Once I'm inside you,
you can leave the rest to me. No one's gonna pay attention if you don't
move or say anything. And relax. Enjoy the sun too."

I preferred to disregard his last comments. I think he forgot I was his
flatmate for a long time before I had my life turned upside down by
Brian. And look at me now. I just wanted to cum.

My hand found his hard dick and brought it closer to my asshole. I still
held it tight till I felt the head was inside me. `Gosh!' I thought. It did
hurt. He should have used more lube. My hope was still high; I remembered
how amazing it felt one day before. It shouldn't be that different. Adam
knew what he was doing.

"Relax. You must be feeling the pain coz you're too tense. Think no one's
watching you."

"But everyone must be seeing me. It's full of people downstairs."

"No one will watch you if you don't look conspicuous. Just do like
everybody else."

I felt other two or three inches of hard dick getting deep into me and I
bit my lips not to yell.

"It hurts, Adam. This won't work."

"Gimme three minutes. Just keep there watching the neighbors, ok? If you
feel it's still hurting, we try something else. But I guarantee that before
that you'll be feeling much better. Just try to relax."

I did try, but it wasn't working as I wanted. I think that the position
wasn't helping either. I'd rather be laying on my bed than standing. With
my feet planted on the ground, I felt Adam's dick coming and out of me much
more intensely.

"Try to focus on that point in your ass that makes you feel good" he should
be talking about my prostate. "You know where it is already. You just need
to overcome your fear of exposition. Trust me. No one will see you
here. Relax!"

I felt as if I had to pee. Something wasn't right. Adam kept still for a
while and moved very briefly as if his hips were massaging my ass. I felt
his pubs pushing my balls up and down. Then he moved a bit further, and the
head of his dick came to touch the point he wanted me to focus on.

"Yes, feel it now? It's there" he said quietly.

"Fuck! Yes, it's there. Fuck!" I didn't feel that when I got the carrots in
my ass. At that time, I was numb. But now, this was intense. I almost
forgot I had a prostate, but now it was vivid. I felt like coming, not
peeing any more. "I'm coming, fuck!"

"Yeah, now we talking. Get ready for the ride of your life."

Adam continued his motions up and down, back and fro. His dick was sliding
aligned to my rectum perfectly as if they were made for each other. The mug
in my hand, oh, what mug? My dick was twitching till it started leaking. I
looked down and saw my jizz running down my legs toward my feet.

"That's amazing, Chad. You were made to take in the ass. Tell me the truth;
this feels much better than coming after jacking off, doesn't it?"

I wish I could answer him, but I couldn't compare. I was forgetting what it
felt like to cum after jerking off my dick. It's been so long I couldn't
remember how it was like anymore. But of one thing I was very sure: anal
orgasm was something out of the ordinary. If I could scream how good I was
feeling, all neighbors would come to watch me.

"I dunno... it's just awesome" I managed to say as my hand kept the mug
standing although shaking.  "Fuck, I can't hold it."

I had more jizz running down my leg as if I was peeing cream. It wouldn't
come in jets, it was a leak, streaming down toward the floor. I don't know
how it feels like to fuck a chick to orgasm, but it may be similar for a
guy having straight sex. I can only guess from the things I've read
online. I remember how guys would claim in forums that they were above the
seventh sky when they noticed they made the women they fucked have an
orgasm. I guess a guy's anal orgasm is even rarer. And I should be on the
top one percent of men who could have multiple orgasms simply from having
the prostate touched. I still didn't know if this only happened because I
was too horny, or if it would still go on if I had my dick uncaged.

"Chad, listen to me" Adam got my attention back to him. "Someone who comes
like you doesn't need to jack off. Are you listening to me?"

"Yeah..." well, I heard his voice, but not sure whether I was listening.

"So, listen again" he wanted to make it crystal clear in my mind while he
fucked me. "You don't need to jack off when you can come like this. If you
go released and jack off again, you'll never feel this excited again. Anal
sex will hurt. You'll miss the way you could come without touching your
dick. But then it will be too late. Again, are you listening to me?"

"I am..."

"So, repeat after me: I don't need to jack off."

"I don't need to jerk off."

"Ever again."

"Ever again."


I know Adam wanted this idea to sink in my brain and stay there
forever. But the things we say during sex are rarely meant. We normally say
whatever we're asked to say because we don't want to spoil the fun for the
partner. We don't want to start a discussion when we're about to have an
orgasm. Things don't work like that. Adam was an experienced man; he knew
that.

That's when he started to rub my prostate again, this time with even more
passion. My body was shaking badly, and I started whispering to myself
`gosh, I'm coming, I'm coming.'

"Hey, what you doing there?" I heard someone yelling. I knew that voice. My
eyes traveled now from my legs, where I could see more cum running down, to
Jeff, a friend of mine who was walking downstairs with his arms around the
neck of Stella, his girlfriend. Both very good people, but I just wasn't in
the mood for a conversation for reasons you all can guess.

"Jeff! Hey!" my voice trembling.

Adam didn't stop or went slowly. On the contrary, he sped up, and the mug
in my hand almost fell.

"I've never seen you there in Adam's room. How're you? I'm just back from
home. Didn't you go back this winter?" damn it. If I wasn't, he was in the
mood for a talk.

"No, just... coming"

"So, you did go back home?"

"Yes, coming now" and more cum was running down. How could I come so much?
If you looked at my feet, you wouldn't see that much jizz. There was a lot
of dry orgasms coming in succession.

"Nice. How was home?"

"Isn't there where Adam fucks the whores he finds on campus?" Kurt appeared
from nowhere and interrupted my `talk' with Jeff.

"Don't know" I answered, trying to pretend I wasn't aware of anything. How
could I not know? I lived in that flat for so long; I was used to hearing
his girlfriends yelling on the balcony. And so did the neighbors and the
whole building.

"Yeah. I've heard the rumors" Jeff commented. "You should watch out your
ass, Chad" Jeff laughed.  "If Adam sees you there bending over like this
he'll probably fuck you right there right now."

"Oh yeah" I wanted Adam to cum, but nothing yet?

"He's probably being fucked right now," and Brian showed up, he was also
coming from god knows where. "Look at his face."

Brian knew how to make me blush even when I was being fucked in front of
the whole academic house. Now I was worried about my facial
expressions. How was I supposed to look when I had a ten-plus-inches dick
fucking my till-yesterday-virgin asshole? I should look like someone
enjoying the sunlight during a cold winter day. So, I smiled. What a nice
day!

"He might be busy" Brian looked back at me. After that, he said to Jeff,
but loud enough so I could hear. "By the way, I'd like to show you
something. Come with me."

He put his arm around Jeff's neck, and they walked away. Kurt stayed
behind, looking at me. As he was there looking up, people walking by would
eventually look up too, thinking something was going on upstairs.

"What d'you want?" then I lowered my voice so only Adam could hear
me. "Fuck, Adam. I can't stay like this much longer; my knees are
collapsing..."

"Will you jack off again?"

"What the fuck?" I said to him.

"Nothing" Kurt answered. "Just enjoying the sun. And the view."

I turned my head slightly to the side and kept my voice low. "I swear,
Adam. I won't... Fuck... Not again..."

I was coming for the fourth or fifth time since I laid my elbows on that
handrail.

"D'you swear?" Adam asked to be sure.

"I do. I swear."

And just like magic, he came. I could feel the warm jizz hitting my
insides. My knees collapsed a second later, and I fell on the ground over
the cum puddle I made. In my hand, I was still holding the mug. I left it
on the side because my hands were shaking. I looked on the other side of
the handrail and saw Kurt's eyes still on me. Brian should be telling Jeff
all about me and showing those videos to Stella and him. Damn it. In my
head, it would be worse to have Stella watching it than Jeff, although Jeff
was my friend and not Stella. Somehow, it was way weirder to have a girl
watching me doing that kind of things than a guy. It was as if my straight
life was walking towards its end. If the chicks started talking about me,
I'd be doomed for good.

But Adam promised me. Yes. He did say he'd find me pussies.

I found forces to stand up and look for him. When I reached the living
room, he was getting ready to leave again.

"You're going out again?" And again, I was making a stupid question.

"I came just for you. I was hard the whole day. You still owe me one
though. Be ready!"

I was flattered. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel like a teenage girl
whenever Adam was by my side? I think anyone would say that's because I was
in love with him. But, it's not that. I wanted to have him by my side
because he was the closest I had to my previous life. He was the clearest
memory of my life without Brian, Kurt, and Alex. Adam was my idol. The one
who would lead me back to my straight boring life. He was the one who
promised to find me pussies, with a price that I was more than willing to
pay. With him, I could still see a way out of my misery.

"And don't forget to get yourself cleaned. I don't want you stinking when I
decide to fuck you again.  See ya!"

And with that, he was gone. It felt like he was saying he'd go to a class
and be back soon. But, no. He was saying he'd be gone for a while and then
he'd come home to fuck me. One act could never be so like the other as they
were now.

As he vanished through the door, I found myself sitting down on the
couch. My stomach was empty; I didn't have breakfast yet. But I could still
feel Adam's dick sliding in and out of me. My dick was still hard, but it
looked limp. Nothing is what it seems. I prompted myself to get up when I
heard a knock on the door. Could it be Adam? Maybe he forgot something, so
I opened the door in the robe I was still wearing. It was drenched with cum
and had a hole in the back.

As I opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. On the other side, I saw
Alex holding a chocolate box, and in his face the fakest smile I've ever
seen. This couldn't be true.

"What have I done to deserve this day?" I asked myself.

"Hey, babe. Guess you missed me."

"Dude, fuck off. Just leave me alone, alright?" I couldn't hold myself. I
wasn't feeling like dealing with Alex and his craziness.

"Wow! My girlfriend is having PMS. But I have the right medicine for you
here," and he groped his volume over the jeans.

"Dude, I said I'm not game today, kay? Or better saying, never again."

"I brought you chocolate. I said I would" Alex was pretending he wasn't
listening to me.

"Alex, fuck you" I looked at him straight in the eyes. "Now, seriously,
fuck off."

His expression was gradually changing from friendly to angry. "Listen to
me, bitch. You know I'm a good boyfriend when you treat me right, but I
don't stand your bitching. If you say you're on PMS, I forgive
you. Otherwise, you know what I can do against you, and you don't want
that."

"What the fuck, Alex. Really? Why don't you find a guy who's into you? I'm
not gay, can't you see that?" I could've chosen better words to say.

"D'you want to know what I see?" he laughed. "I see a bitch wearing a cheap
bathrobe. Dried cum in her legs" and after moving my robe to the side and
seeing my dick, he finished: "and a pussy in need of dick. Now, excuse
yourself for the bad behavior"

"Alex, I'm sorry. Ok? Now if you don't mind? Can we talk later? Today I'm
just not in the mood?"

"I understand that. You're having PMS, right?" he did want to hear that
coming from my mouth.

"Yes, I'm having PMS. Happy?" I had no problem in saying this. As long as
it made him go away.

"I knew it," and the smile was back on his face. "You need your
medicine. And as you're having PMS, I'll start by rimming you, nice and
slow. What d'you say? I'm sure you'll feel better in no time."

"No, Alex. I don't think that's a good idea."

"C'mon" and he started by taking the robe out of me. It fell on the ground,
and he motioned to kiss me. I tried to turn my head around, but while one
hand held me by the waist, the other pulled me by the hair. And he did kiss
me as he'd kiss his girlfriend. His tongue was moving deep into my mouth
while I tried to break away. Once I managed to stop him, he turned my head
around and bit my neck forcefully. It hurt like hell.

"What the fuck? It hurts. I'll have a bruise now."

"That's passion, babe" he slapped my ass. "Turn around, and I'll cure your
mood now."

"No, Alex. Not a good idea" I was reticent about my feelings. I should tell
him Adam had just fucked and bred me, but I couldn't say such a
thing. However, if I remained quiet, he'd find out.

"Why you fighting your passions, babe? You know you like my tongue in your
sweet pussy. Now let me play with you."

"No, it's ok. Really ok. I'll just sit down with you and eat the
chocolate. We can talk..."

Alex laughed again. "You so sweet now, ain't you? I know I said I brought
you chocolate, but his one here" and he showed me the box, "this is for
me. Your sweet is here," and he held his dick again. "I remember how you
liked my nectar, so I doubled the intake of sweeteners yesterday. I bet it
tastes better than chocolate."

"Ok, Alex. I'll take it, but you don't need to touch my hole. It's ok."

"What hole? You've got a pussy..."

"Ok, my pussy" I had to take out of his head the will to rim me.

"You're really into my dick, ain't you? You little whore. I love the way
you turn into a slut for me.  Now let me see your pussy then. Turn around."

I turned around; it was the best deal he'd offer me. If I could only suck
him, he'd need to leave because Brian would be arriving any time soon, and
he wouldn't know I'd been fucked.

The thing is I'd rather stay alone, have a decent breakfast, maybe sleep
again and enjoy the last days of winter holiday. But now I was afraid that
everything that has happened in that room would leak and turn my life in
campus a nightmare.

Alex kneeled and slapped my butt again. "Such a nice ass you've got." He
opened my butt gently as if it was a fragile fruit. The problem of opening
a sweet juicy fruit is that it makes you salivate and hungry. I didn't
associate one thing with the other until I felt his tongue touching my
hole.

I tried to walk away, but he held me still with both hands on my
hips. "Don't move and just leave it to me."

"No, Alex, no..."

"You're kinda swollen back here, and... what the hell?"

I thought he'd fight me, stand up and slap me on the face for cheating on
him. But he just dived in again and fuck tongued me for another minute or
so. "Alex..." I wanted to ask him to stop, but he knew how to drive me
nuts. I couldn't believe how slutty I've become whenever I had Adam or Alex
playing with my hole. With Adam, I felt something more carnal, but Alex
gave the satisfaction that was beyond words. It was the only time I felt
like I didn't need to do anything, but relax and enjoy the treatment I was
receiving.

Once he ended whatever he wanted, he stood up and came after my face
again. I didn't know what he wanted till he got his mouth back into mine in
another kiss. But this was a different kiss. It was wet, slimy, gooey, full
of cum. Adam's cum! He transferred all the jizz that was in his mouth into
mine, then closed my jaw tightly with his right hand, so I had no other
option but swallow.

"You're a nasty slut, ain't you? You show your fucked pussy to your
boyfriend with pride. Don't you feel ashamed? I bet you don't, coz you love
the spotlight. Who fucked you? Was it good?"

I swallowed Adam's jizz, and it made me sick. Not because it was jizz, but
because it was in my ass.  It's hard to say jizz per se doesn't make me
sick, but after swallowing gallons of cum, I couldn't bother less about
it. I wanted to throw up, spit in the sink, but Alex held me by the hand.

"Nah, now you stay and tell me how much you like my cum. It's way better
than that, isn't it?"

I nodded quickly. The idea I had jizz coming from my ass into my mouth was
just unbearable.

"You would never reject my jizz like you rejecting this one now, would
you?"

I shook my head. The will to throw up was fading away as the taste vanished
from my mouth.

"I'm not jealous. Well, not till we get our relationship official. When I
breed you, and you become pregnant. That will happen soon, I'm sure. It
will happen when you come to me and ask to have a child of mine. That will
be the happiest day of my life, babe."

I still didn't know what was wrong with Alex. Couldn't he understand I'd
never ask such a thing to him? I'd need to be crazy to ask him to have a
baby with me. Who's the man who would do that?  Only if I was becoming
crazy like him.

"Well, while this day doesn't come, I'll accept the offer and let you suck
me. I wish I could make it last, but your flatmates are a pain in the ass,
and I don't want them to spoil my fun. So, what d'you say about a quickie?"

He held my hand and pulled me to the couch where he sat and asked me to
kneel in front of him.

"This is how you usually suck Brian, isn't it? Where does he sit? Here? Or
here?"

I pointed to the place Brian usually sits when I suck him. I was still not
aware of how Alex envied Brian. Alex wanted to be his nemesis. The one who
had the power over all of us, except Adam. Adam was on another level, a
level I was still unacquainted to. There was a hierarchy; there's always
been.  If I only knew. It wouldn't take too long though.

Alex opened his jeans' zipper and fished out the hard dick that was leaking
as usual. To say it was leaking wasn't fair to his dick. Just like the
previous day, his pants were covered in precum. It was as if he'd pissed in
his pants. A wet spot made him look ridiculous, but I wasn't in a position
I could make fun of him.

"It must be difficult to leak like this all the time. Isn't it?" I was
honestly curious as I was the day before.

"Well, in the beginning, I cared, I didn't like it. But now it makes me
proud. You know that. It makes me even more proud coz I know all of this is
for you. It means I worry about you, and that I'm here to feed you. Now if
you don't mind, less talking and more action, please."

He got the chocolate box he'd left on the other side of the couch and
started eating the bonbons.  With his other hand, he guided my head to his
dick.

Today I wasn't as hesitant as before. Actually, I have to confess I was
looking forward to that. And as soon as I felt Alex's taste on my tongue, I
knew I couldn't be more right about my anticipation. I couldn't understand
how precum could taste so good, but it did. Better than chocolate? Well, I
was starving, but at the time I put his dick in my mouth, I'd say `yes.'

It was a blessing to leak as he did. And I understood that when I tasted
him. It can be humiliating to wet your pants for no reason, but that's just
the price to pay to have such a sweet jizz. He could have anyone on their
knees willing to have a small taste of this priceless liquid.

He started eating his chocolate as I bobbed my head up and down on his
lap. I was hungry, but I wasn't sure whether I exchange one for the
other. As for Alex, he got what he wanted. One day ago, he said I'd rather
have his cum filling my mouth than having a chocolate milkshake. The only
difference is that we weren't in a restaurant. Would it happen eventually?

No, I wouldn't go so low. And he wouldn't force me. He was crazy but not to
that extent.

"Chocolate has pineapple in it. It's one of the secrets to having such a
sweet cum. Did you know that? But even without it, I know my jizz has
always tasted nice. I've tried it before."

I wouldn't answer not even if my mouth weren't full. But I was trying to
remember if he said something about not eating his own jizz a day ago. Or
he just said he wouldn't let anyone fuck him?  Well, he did suck Kurt's
dick with me, so probably his issue was only with ass fucking. That's when
I realized I was going downhill. Alex was proud of his attitude and
wouldn't change a bit. As for me, I wished I could change all of me. I
hated my weak personality and how vulnerable I was.

Alex finished all ten or twelve chocolates when he announced he was ready
to cum. He held my head with both hands and came. He was a sperm machine. I
gulped three times and still had cum coming in afterward. It did make me
feel satisfied as if I was having a smooth for breakfast. A warm and sweet
one. I wondered if cum was healthy. Could it be? All that sweetness and
still be healthy?

I looked up at him as he caressed my face.

"You happy with your boyfriend? I'm saving up for you now. All the time, I
think about you.  Everything I put in my mouth, I put thinking of you. If I
know it will make my jizz taste bad; I won't eat it. It's all for you."

I know it's weird to say this, but I think this was the sweetest thing
someone, who wasn't my mother, told me. I was still young, but probably at
my age, someone should have said something this nice to me
already. Something that didn't involve the word `jizz.' What should I say
back to him? He looked as if he was waiting for an answer.

"Thanks?"

Yes, it did sound like a question. Alex wasn't completely happy with my
choice of words, but he didn't start an argument. He was playing the
patient boyfriend.

I said goodbye with my mouth tasting stevia.

A couple of hours later, I had lunch, and Brian returned by himself. It was
rare to find Brian walking by himself, but Kurt should've found something
else to do.

I wanted to ask him what happened to Jeff, but he hid in his room and
didn't come out for anything.  I was about to knock on his door when Adam
showed up.

"You stink. Didn't you shower?"

I forgot about that. He didn't look pissed, but he surely expected more
from me. I promptly got ready for a shower, when he looked back at me.

"Tomorrow we're going out. I got my motorbike ready. I want to show you my
ranch. Get ready."

I knew what that `get ready' meant. I needed a good time in the shower. I
simply didn't know the exact circumstances of my next day with him. Another
fuck? Certainly yes. The third and last time before my release. Before
pussies. I couldn't wait.

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End of chapter 23