Date: Thu, 27 Sep 2012 23:14:27 +0100
From: Pearse Jackson <p.j1055@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Room Mate (Part One): TG

Going away from home was a hard thing for me. I'd always been shy,
reserved, and desperately uncomfortable in social situations. When my
sister, Amy, had suggested to me days earlier, as she drove me a county
away up to my new apartment for the first time with all my gear in the back
of the family car, that ''you should moderate your drinking, and try not to
go out too much, Sam'', it'd been hard to stifle my laughter. It really
should've gone without saying; I'd been drinking for two years now since I
was 17, true, but only in a friend's house nearly every time. I could still
count the amount of times I'd been in a pub on one hand.

So, who my room mate (or mates) would be was an important matter, as I'd be
spending quite a lot of my time around the apartment. As it turned
out....my room mate, Kyle, wasn't exactly what I'd call my idealic room
mate...

He answered the door for us as we stood in the apartment building hallway,
laden with our bags. As soon as he opened the door, I'm pretty sure I could
hear my sister's jaw hit the floor.

He was simply dressed, socks, jeans and a tight, blue T-shirt. All of which
served to show how....incredibly fit he was. A broad, broad set of
shoulders, biceps that shouldn't've fit within the arms of his shirt, but
magically did. Flat slabs of pectoral muscle were visible through the
shirt, those and his shoulders highlighting his tapered waist. He had
short, midnight hair and wore a cocky grin as he invited us in.

Within seconds, me stumbling after him into the apartment almost drunkenly,
the inevitable happened; my sister started flirting with him. Compliments
about the apartment, as he showed us the living room, kitchen and bathroom,
seemed to convey, through the honey drenched tone of voice my sister used,
that he was fully responsible for how amazing the....''apartment'' looked.

I simply stayed quiet, resenting his grin as he almost leered at my sister
who responded in kind (despite her boyfriend back in our home town), even
as....I couldn't take my eyes off him. True, I'd suspected for some time
that I was gay, or had at least bi-sexual urges that way (for I did still
women attractive and difficult to be around), but attraction to the same
gender, in person, was extremely rare for me. In fact, the only man I'd
ever been attracted to before this cocky, irreverant jock was my best
friend, Jamie, back home (I'd sadly never revealed the depth of my feelings
to him, despite his understanding of a lot of my difficult quirks), and
Jamie could be cocky too, yes, but it was almost self-mocking the way he
did it....this Kyle should've set off overt hate within me the second I
laid eyes on him, all his kind did, all those arrogant, careless pricks
like him I'd ever met....but my palms were suddenly sweaty, and I was
struggling to meet his eyes.

Amy settled herself into one of the armchairs in the living room as Kyle
showed me my bedroom, my heart skipping a beat when I realised our bedrooms
were right beside each other. He dropped my sister's share of my bags,
which he offered to do to lean in nice and close to my sister, who near
swooned with the proximity. ''Well, get yourself settled, I'll be right
outside,'' he said with a wink and a....a slap on the butt. I made a
strange, girlish yelping noise to it, and his grin grew wider at hearing
it, before he stepped back outside, his feet whispering on the hallway
floor as he headed back to the living room for more swings at my sister, I
was sure. Did...surely...he couldn't have gripped my butt when he smacked
me like that, could he have? No....surely that was just my imagination....

The tent in my pants, however, was not.

I waited for it to abate, having to resist an insane notion to jerk off
right there in my new bedroom. Shamefaced at my lust towards this meat
head, I went back out, the crotch of my pants flat once more, to see Kyle
sitting on the chair my sister had previously occupied, with her now
situated on the right arm of the chair. Kyle's right arm was curled up
around the back of his chair, hand dangerously close to my sister's
butt...they both looked up at me as I came in, my sister with an innocent
face, so I could surmise, struggling to keep my face from burning, that
that hand had been a lot closer seconds ago.

''Like your room, Sam?'' Amy continued before I could speak, ''you know, I
was thinking, maybe, I could stay here for the night, I mean its dark
out...''

The way Kyle grinned at me should've been punishable by death. I managed to
find a shred of decorum, reminding my sister in a quiet voice of her
obligations, ''Keith was expecting you back tonight, though. And you've
work in the morning....'' I stared at her pointedly.

Kyle's hand now did caress her as I watched, the blood in my face
dangerously hot, and she seemed to struggle to find what she was going to
say. The way Kyle stared at me as he did that to my sister....yes, that
cocky grin I wanted to kiss- to punch I mean was still there, but there was
something in his eyes...if he took my sister right now, I wouldn't do
anything. I knew it. He knew it.

I don't, for the life of me, know what my sister was thinking at the time,
but she finally managed to make up her mind, almost vaulting off the arm of
the chair, face flushed and chest heaving. ''Yeah, yeah I'd better...I'd
better go,'' she said thickly, not able to meet my eyes. She took a step
towards me, almost as if to hug me farewell or something, a small sign of
the supportive sister she'd been only a short while ago, but she seemed to
decide against it, and walked past me, giving me an effort at a
smile. ''I'll talk to you, Sam, good luck!''

She practically skipped down the hallway and out the door, a resounding
crash against the frame that only my blood filled ears could've conjured.

I slowly faced Kyle again. And stared, as his right hand, which had been so
frankly rubbing my sister's ass not even a minute ago, was now rubbing
himself through his jeans, his eyes shamelessly locked on mine.

''Damn, Sam,'' a stupid smile on face as if the rhyme of his words was
somehow witty, ''that sister of yours....fuck...you should invite her down
sometime...''

It was at least ten seconds before the words sunk in, my gaze locked to the
sizeable lump beneath his moving right hand. When it did however, I just
mumbled something alone the lines of, ''I don't think so, K-Kyle....'',
almost fleeing the room for the sanctuary of my bedroom.

For some reason, the air in the room now seemed a lot colder....I shook
with....something....oh who the hell was I kidding, I'd masturbated before,
had sexual fantasies (aplenty), I knew this was lust, sheer, brainless lust
now coursing through my veins....I sunk down onto the edge of the bed,
hands braced against my knees as I struggled against the cloying sensation
of it.

Slowly, I came around. And realised....that asshole had been rubbing my
sister's ass !

I had to say something. I'd just stood there as he did that, I had to let
him know, had to shout at the prick about what he'd done. I stepped outside
again, a determined look on my slowly (ever so slowly) paling face.

And stopped as the first moan rang in my ears. Then another. Then more
equally unmistakeable sounds. My heart pounded. Was there a girl in the
apartment, with Kyle? Oh God....did Amy come back in....

I rushed out to the living room area to find Kyle topless, his cock outside
his fly....but no one else. He had porn on the television.

That evil right hand of his continued to rub himself, oh so slowly, watch
it rise and fall, his proud, thick cock standing oh so tall...again, it
took me a while to register what he said, to register that his eyes had
been fixed on me from the very second I'd came back in. As if he'd been
waiting for me...

''Thank God you came back...,'' he said in a low, gloating voice as his
eyes speared clean through mine, ''just in time, Sam....''

His right hand fell away to his right thigh, his hand beckoning me
close. Hynotised, my eyes struggling to take in both his Adonis-like upper
body and veined, rigid cock at the same time, I did as he bid, stopping a
few feet in front of him.

''Strip for me, Sam...'' he whispered, his voice seeming to drift into my
mind and fill all the empty spaces, echoing again and again...once more,
without a sound other than my shaken breaths, I did as he bid me. Shirt
first....a soft noise, seeming to convey both derision and appreciation at
my smooth, slender body. Next, my shoes and while in that vicinity, my
socks.

My hands stopped dead at my tracksuit bottoms. I realised what I was
wearing underneath....a red, satin pair of my sister's underwear that I'd
pilfered from her only earlier that day...I'd been on-and-off wearing items
of her clothing for years now, this being the first time in ages, my
imagination thrilling me with the idea of wearing them going here, of all
places, and then successfully infiltrating them back to my sister's
collection at the end of the week, when I'd be visiting home for two or
three days again.

I had no time to retreat, to come to my senses. Kyle rose, rose, and kept
rising, his massive body dwarfing me completely, leaving me shaking in
my...well, not my ''boots'', but my everything else. I shook and shivered
as he came close, his hands taking mine away from my waist, the encircling
of those arms....no words could describe. I was his, to do with as he
wanted.

I barely registered as he hooked down my pants, stepping out of them
willingly. He looked at the underwear I was wearing, my small 4 inch cock
poking out the waist, and then met my eyes. And smirked.

I struggled for words. My face couldn't truly get more flushed. The shame,
the humiliation....allied with the lust that had stricken me, I was
completely helpless. He sat back down, that shark like smirk still on his
lips, as he said, derisively, ''Well, get to it then, pansy.''

Was it the exhaustion of my raw feelings that had my knees hit the floor so
quickly? I couldn't've just degraded myself by continuing on with this
after his sudden coarseness....surely I had more dignity than that....

I'd never know. But forever, I'd remember that moment my lips first touched
the gloriously uncut crown of his massive cock. The rankness of the smell
of musky, sweaty genitalia that afflicted my nostrils, almost rubbing off
the top of his cock as I took in the first inch or two. I knew I'd taste
cock for days to come; the taste, while utterly repulsive, weaved a spell
on me....all I could think about was...

''....sucking my dick, you fuckin' queer'' I managed to hear Kyle say as I
moved my mouth on him, his right hand a firm presence at the back of my
hair, fingertips toying with my shoulder length hair. I heard the words, I
registered them in my mind, knew that they meant....and didn't care. My
mouth salivating all over him, all I could do was lunge my stretched mouth
onto him, again and again, finding more of it in my mouth every few
seconds, a neverending amount of cock for me to degrade myself with. My
tongue curled around the thick, bulbous vein at the bottom of it, licking
the coarse smelling, tasting skin, weird, wet sounds deep down in my throat
as I struggled to take in yet more of Kyle.

Somehow, I remembered myself through the haze of reality that centred on
Kyle's dick. I brought my right hand down from where it'd been braced
against Kyle's seat, and rubbed at myself vigourously through the panties,
needing to cum more now than ever before.

Kyle's hands gripping the sides of my head caught me unawares, and pulled
me off him, a horribly piteous, begging sound escaping my precum and saliva
drenched lips, my two hands flying up to grip his cock, as if afraid he was
taking it away. I looked up at him plaintively.

And stared at the camera of his expensive mobile phone. ''Don't dare touch
yourself, Sam, you're my bitch right now, you'll do what I say, do you
understand?'' his voice gruff as he barked at me.

''Ye-Yes sir,'' I answered instinctively, not even able to register at the
time what a shameless whore I must've looked like at that moment, my head
pushing at his too-strong hands as if begging for another taste, a chance
to redeem myself.

Which, of course, I was doing, whether I like think about it or not.

''I've been recording this for....two and a half minutes now,'' he informed
me after checking on his phone, ''and your sister gave me her phone number;
want me to send this to her?''

''No no, Kyle, please....,'' I begged, shocked to stillness once more at
the thought of my sister receiving a recording of her brother on his knees,
her panties snug around his girlish figure, sucking on the dick of the guy
who'd been fondling her not even a hour or two ago, now.

''Then beg, bitchboy, beg for my cock in your mouth.''

I had to. That's how I rationalised it to myself from that point
onwards. Though of course rationalising it was far from my thoughts at that
time. I licked my lips (oh my God, I just licked my wet, cock reeking cocks
for him on camera) and said, shakingly, ''Pl-Please Kyle, let me suck your
cock...''

''Not good enough, boy,'' he said, smiling as his fingers seemed to touch
buttons on his phone.

''Please Kyle, I want to suck your cock, I want to be your sissy
bitchboy!'' I cried, terrified he was sending the video to my sister.

''Hmmph, much better, faggot,'' his voice twisting the word so I flinched,
my frail emotions getting the better of me as I sobbed, tears breaking from
my eyelids down onto my cheeks.

''No need to cry, bitch, look,'' he cooed mockingly, releasing my
head. ''This is what you want, right?''

He didn't beckon me, push me or anything. I just attacked it again, tears
rolling down my cheeks, the salty taste of them mixed in with the potent
''cock''tail of his manhood in my mouth as I moved faster and faster on
him, my hands coming up to rub at the base of his cock and balls. I heard
him moaning ''encouragement'' along the lines of going faster, getting him
in deeper, and something that sounded horrifying like the word ''sister'',
so I did as he commanded, my mouth finding itself further and further down
the considerable length of his cock, ''hitting the wall'' so to speak with
at least two inches of the man still left to go, gagging and choking on his
man meat, his hand clamped once more against the back of his head. My jaw
aching, I couldn't move; he held me there, throat filled deep with bulging
cock for at least 10 seconds, struggling to breathe before he relented, me
sucking in a breath in quickly as I got maybe a second of reprise before
his hand pushed me onto him again.

And pulled. And pushed. I stopped trying to move, only concentrating on
pleasing him, my tongue, lips and mouth stretched to their fullest as he
proprelled me, again and again, onto his fat cock, my mouth making
horrible, thick sounds the likes of which I never wished to make again.

His moans started growing loud in my ears. Suddenly, his hand gripped the
long hair at the back of my head, yanking me off him excruciatingly
painfully, only to rub his cock against my right cheek, and spurt his cum
all over my face, a jet of it stinging my eye.

I settled back wearily onto my haunches, a sharp pain seemingly all over my
scalp, eye stinging from cum of all things, jaw and mouth feeling far too
big for my face....and he laughed at me. I heard clicks of the phone
absently, the pain, shame and lust mixture of the last ten or fifteen
minutes (Gods, how it felt like much, much longer...) leaving me utterly
dazed, non receptive....I tried to lean back, only to feel his hand grab me
by the throat, pulling me against him until my face was pressed against his
cock and testicles.

''Don't know where the fuck you think you're going,'' he laughed at me
roughly, ''you're gonna keep on licking, hell, maybe suck on my balls,
bitchboy, until I'm hard again. And then....I'm going to really make you a
girl, on your very own bed....''

I stared at him. What had I done? What in all the world had I gotten myself
into? There was no resisting now; not only had he taped me while I was
insensate, I'd added fuel with my pathetic words and continued oral worship
of this horrible, evil bastard.

His hand pressed my face against him, disgustingly, once more, as he said
contentedly ''Get to it, sissy, you've a long night ahead of you....''

My lips wrapped around him once more, as more tears flowed down my cheeks.

And my cock twitched.

End Of Part One