Date: Fri, 2 Sep 2011 14:29:49 -0400
From: M W <striker88888@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lacrosse God Across the Hall-- PART SIX

LACROSSE STUD: PART 6
The Lacrosse God Across the Hall

Below is the continued 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

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MIKE

9:10 AM THURSDAY
Ironically enough, I wake up getting a blowjob myself -- warm and
moist on my dick as an unseen head bobs under the covers.  Scott can't
get enough of my dick, little does his brother Luke know.  I'd say he
wants my dick almost as much as I want Luke's, it's a funny thing.
Scott comes one or two nights a week from his local college to service
my dick.  He sleeps in my bed.  This is the kind of situation that is
gonna bite me in the ass when Luke finds out.  That's gonna be bad.

9:17 AM
I'm about to cum--I feel a gigantic nut weighing down my balls--when I
see the red blink of the time--9:17. Fuck!  I'm late.  I jump up and
tell Scott I'll see him later. I throw on basketball shorts and run
downstairs, through a door and into one of the large dorm style
bathrooms in the house. I take my usual stall, second from the end,
sit on the toilet and catch my breath.  Five seconds later my watch
beeps exactly at

9:20 AM
when the bathroom door flings open, and I hear footsteps approaching.
The door swings upon and I see my usual eye opening morning sight, a
tired usually-hung over Luke wearing boxers and nothing else, his hair
messy and eyes still half closed.  His morning wood is just about the
best way to wake up these days.  In an instant he's pissing as full
force, covering my face first and then pointing his schlong at my
crotch, so it looks like I'm pissing myself.  Luke has a satisfied
half-smile on his face as he shakes off the last drops and scratches
his nuts.  This is our mornign routine; it's my job to be there by
9:20 on the dot or he gets PISSED (and not the good kind of piss).
Luke also has a rule with his frat brothers, as President he gets
"first blood" every day with me.  So they aren't allowed to touch me
until he takes his morning piss right on my face. This is how Scott
can spend the night without anyone finding us there--as long as he
leaves before 9:20 people pretty much leave me alone.

9:23 AM
Luke leaves the bathroom to haul ass to his 9:45 economics class.  I
stand up and notice my semi hard dick tenting my shorts.  Nothing gets
me going like watching Luke take his morning whizz.  I squeeze out my
shorts a little and let Luke's piss drain into the toilet.  Usually
it's my job to clean the bathroom anyway so I don't mind making a
little mess.  I swing the stall door open and about to head out when
the bathroom door opens again.

9:30 AM
Shit.  It's Craig.  It's a little too early to deal with this fucker.

"What's up, faggot?"  He says, looking me square in the eyes.

"Hello"

"That's it, bitch? 'Hello??'"

"Hello sir."

"That's better. Look at this pathetic bitch.  Looks Like Luke already
got to him this morning."  Craig was talking to the two new frat
brothers who came in with him.  First there was Roger (His name was
Joe or something, but his house name was Roger because he always
agreed with whatever anyone else said -- "roger that").  Roger was
pretty skinny and not nearly as goodlooking or athletic as the rest of
the  frat, but he came from a shit ton of money and his father was
something of a legacy in Zeta Psi.  He'd still send Roger tons of
money to finance frat parties or events--so he was in on that fact
alone.  The other guy with them was called Kremlin, mostly because he
was a big old Russian dude. He said very little but he didn't need to
say much, of all the guys in the frat he was probably the scariest
looking, shaved head and neck thicker than a pineapple.  Kremlin was
Craig's 'little bro' in the frat and his bad influence was definitely
rubbing off.  Three or four times he had woken me up after a big night
drinking, breathing heavy and demanding "We fuck now."  His dick was
on the small and thick side but he made up for it with a merciless
pounding of my ass every time he used me.  He came deep inside me each
time, almost as much as Luke does, gobs and gobs of hot semen.

"Well if Luke's already gotten him, you know what that means"  Craig
was up to no good.

"I'm late for class, Craig" I started, knowing this would irritate him.

"Shut the fuck up, Mike."  He turned to Roger, "Roge, take out your
fuckpiece and start working his throat, I gotta take a shit."

Roger nodded, "Okay." He unzippered as I shrugged and dropped to my knees.

9:32 AM
Here I am, sucking yet another one of these frat brothers.  It's
always exciting to me the first time I get a new dick in my mouth.
Even if Roger was a bit twerpy, his dick was long and, once I got him
hard, he worked my mouth with long strokes. Can't imagine this kid
gets a ton of blowjobs, so he was clearly enjoying it.  Within a few
minutes Kremlin had taken out his one stubby dick and offered it to me
too, so I took turns working both of them.  Craig was in a stall with
the door closed, but when he heard the slurping sounds coming, he
kicked the stall door open.

"This I wanna see!"  He declared. He sat there grunting out a massive
shit as his two frat bros worked my face.

"I don't want to see you take a crap, Craig" Roger protested

"Too bad, shrimp"  Craig laughed, "just enjoy your blowjob."

Roger came soon after, a watery, sour loud that dribbled out of my
mouth.  He stepped away as Kremlin took full command of my face,
pulling me by the ears deep against the base of his dick. I could see
Craig whacking off his one dick as Kremlin fucked my mouth hard.  He
really was sick.

9:40
Kremlin pulls out and squirts his load on my chin and lips. Beautiful
big load. He definitely gives Luke a run-for-his-money with load size.

"Come here and finish me off, bro"

Of course, should have seen it coming.  I started to walk over--

"Crawl!"  Craig ordered

--I began crawling over and wrapped my cum covered lips around his
shaft.  Instantly got a whiff of his turd in the toilet below, and saw
a sliver of brown between Craig's ballsack and the toilet seat.  Craig
was definitely into torturing me.  Though up to that point I had only
given a blumpkin to Luke, Craig, James and two other brothers (James
had dared them too one night while stoned), Craig was the only one
that had me do it with any regularity.

9:44 AM
Craig shoots a creamy load down my throat. Gotta admit, it tasted great.

9:55 AM
Get back to my room. Scott's still there.

"You're covered in piss"

"You noticed."

Scott looks me over quizzically.  "That my brother's piss?"

"What do you think?" I shot back,"now get out of here before someone
finds you. Use the back window."

"Let me blow you first"

It was tempting: I never came this morning and then got majorly turned
on by Luke pissing on me and the guys using me after that.   But I
knew it was too risky -- often one of the other guys came up for some
morning head before heading off to class, and they all knew Scott was
Luke's brother.  "Nah, get out of here.  See you soon."

"Okay Mike.  I'll be back tomorrow.  Gonna be at your big party. Then
Sunday my dad, Luke and I are going to the Patriots game for dad's
birthday."

"Sounds like a  fun family outing."

"Luke will barely talk to me ever since he found out I sucked off
dudes.  But at least things with dad are good."  He looked wistful.

"You really gotta go.  Now."  I didn't mean to be a dick, but I was
genuinely afraid of Luke finding out I still saw Scott.  He was pissed
enough when he found out Scott had blown me and some pledges at a
pledge event earlier last year.  He fucked me after he found out with
pure rage...not the usual selfish aggression, but rather true anger.
Not sure Iiked it, and didn't need to see it again.

10:02 AM
"Aight see you Mike" Scott says, jumping out the window and down the
fire escape. On the street, he runs off around the corner. He always
parks his car a few blocks away, so Luke doesn't see it.

10:04 AM
James practically breaks down my door, telling me to hurry up and get
him off because he's gonna be late for his 10:15 class.  I sigh and
open wide.

12:10 PM
I notice my dick's been semi hard throughout class this morning.  This
one guy in my engineering program, his name is Rick or something,
wears the tightest jeans and has the biggest fucking package I've ever
seen.I've seen him walking about campus with his girlfriend too
--she's a fine piece.  Tiny, strawberry blond girl with a big rack.
Man I'd love to be caught in a threesome with that pair, fucking that
chick while Rick fucked me.  Pre-cum's pooling in my pants....gotta
try to focus.  I turn the page of my textbook, absentmindedly.

1:10PM
Lunch.  New taco shop.  starving...so far the only thing I've eaten
today is cum.

2:21 PM
Get a text from Luke telling me to pick up a handle of tequila on the
way home tonight.  That's a code for "don't make plans, you're gonna
get your shit fucked tonight" and I smile.

3:30 PM
Baseball practice begins and I'm the first on the field.  I run a few
laps and stretch, awaiting the rest of the team.

3:35 PM
Other players start filtering on the field.  They pretty much ignore
me as they do their own stretching.  Our first baseman, and president
of my ex-fraternity, a broad-shouldered dude named Travis, saunters on
the field...he's never in a rush, even when he's late.  He looks me in
the eye a bit menacingly, "Spike." He says, half-greeting me and half
suggesting I stay out of his way.

Let me explain.  The baseball guys pretty much hate me now.  I was a
pretty popular guy on the team up until I left the frat "to
concentrate on my studies" (as I told them).  Whatever the excuse,
jsut about the worst thing you can do is quit a frat. You're branded a
traitor.  This was made even worse because a bunch of the guys knew I
was hanging out a lot at Zeta Psi with those lacrosse guys, who of
course the baseball team resented.  Obviously they didn't know what
was going on behind closed doors or I'm pretty sure they would have
kicked my ass, but they knew I was no longer "one of them."  The
reason I stayed on the team was two-fold.  One, I loved to play.
Played all my life and I wasn't about to give it up.  Think Luke liked
that I was a bonafide jock too, not just some twinky faggot that I'm
sure a stud lke him could find a dime a dozen.  So baseball was always
an acceptable excuse if a brother texted me for a blowjob or a quick
fuck--it would have to wait.

Secondly, I was good.  Real good.  Along with Travis, this kid Mickey,
and maybe our star pitcher Cole, I was one of the best on the team.
Our coach, Coach Martin was always pretty impressed by me, so he
protected me when he found the rest of the team taunting me a bit or
being douchebags.  Mostly I could hold my own though, i had made my
choice, chosen Luke, and was prepared to deal with the consequences.

So when Travis called me "Spike" he wasn't being friendly.  He seemed
downright ready to punch me when I told him I was leaving the house.
But so it goes.

5:10 PM
Practice with him went smoothly enough, made some quick thinking plays
for extra outs and we ended a bit early. It was a bizarrely hot
October day, and everyone was drenched in sweat and exhausted.  We had
had enough.

5:15 PM
Headed to the lockers where I showered off in the large communal
showers in the baseball gym.  I've already told you a bit about my
obsession with guys on different sports teams, but let me stress again
how perfect I found the bodies of baseball players.  Lacrosse guys
were hot as hell, to be sure, and their toned and built frames made
for just about the hottest  fuck -- reaching up and feeling the force
of Luke's 190 lbs. of muscle made for a great time.  But the cut of
some of my baseball teammates drove me wild.  Sluggers like Travis (11
HR this season so far) had truly built torsos, in a way all the
running and quick-motion  of Lacrosse would have made impossible.
Travis's shoulders were as broad as some guys are tall, and his
deltoid muscles rose and fell in perfect arches of tanned flesh.  His
pecs were hairless (did he shave?) though a happy trail on his stomach
led down to his muscular, tree-trunk legs.

His dick was average, about 6 inches, but beautifully curved.  When he
showered the droplets of water gathered on the head of it before
shaking off.  I had to be really careful about watching him or anyone
as I showered, so mostly kept my eyes to the wall when I was rinsing
off.  There was one bathroom stall however that, when you sat on the
toilet, had a line of sight directly into the open-door shower room.
Like the perv I am, I'd sometimes go in there to "take a shit" at the
exact moment I knew Travis or one of the other studs would be
showering, and get a great sudsy show.  To be honest, wish I could
have licked off all that sweat and dirt from his legs instead of
watching him shower clean. Definitely jerked my dick off once or twice
watching from there.

Today though I just showered off and kept to myself. Was eager to get
home to Luke, especially after the text he had sent me.  I dressed
into clean umbros and a wife beater and was about to step out of the
gym when Coach Martin stopped me.

"Yo Mikey, you busy? Could really use your help moving some of boxes
of old equipment from my new office.  That cool?"

I shrugged, no problem.  Coach was a good guy and I was happy to help
him.  I guess I should also admit I was hugely turned on by my coach,
though that's probably no surprise to you.  He was 6'5" black guy,
probably 47 or 48, but was still in almost perfect shape.  He was a
former pro, a relief pitcher on Cincinnati for 3 years, and then spent
a year closing for the Red Sox. He had made enough, I hear, to just
sort of live on a minimal salary, so coaching our school's program was
more just a good use of his time rather than any financial win-fall.
He probably could have gotten a job at a bigger school that had better
players and more money in athletics, but I think he liked the
closeness and control he got coaching for us.

Anyway, I followed Coach Martin into his office and he showed me the
boxes he needed moved. To be honest, they were pretty damn heavy and
high up, but I worked diligently to move them into another, larger
office down the hall.  Another player was helping as well but
eventually he had to take off, so soon it was just me and coach
lugging these things.took about 40 minutes, and when we were done we
were the only ones in the lockeroom.

6:21 PM
Even though I had showered I had gotten pretty sweaty just moving the boxes.

"Sorry Mike, didn't realize it was gonna be such hard work. I owe you, big."

"No problem, Coach"

"Let me at least grab you a beer or something"  Before I could
politely decline, was really eager to get home, Coach popped into his
mini-fridge and brought me out a cold Heineken.  Maybe I'd have one, I
decided.

7:00 PM
I was on my third beer and just a little tipsy.  Coach was still
nursing his first.  He was telling me all about his ex wife -- a
"money-grubbing whore" who he recently divorced.  Coach was really
funny and described all her annoying habits, which I could commiserate
with.  He also asked me a bit about my own life.

"Everything okay, Mike?  Noticed things have been a
little--tense--with the team."

I explained about having to move out of the frat and how they didn't
quite understand.  Coach was sympathetic. "They'll get over it."  He
assured.

After a swig of beer, his tone changed a bit.  "But you did move out
to focus on your school work, right?"

Taken a bit off guard I nodded, "Yep. Like I said."

Coach seemed a bit uneasy. "Nah, you just hear things."

"Hear things?"

"You know, things.  About certain...distractions."  Coach moved closer
to me.  What the fuck?  As horned as I have been all day (still
haven't came) I didn't imagine this conversation was going in THAT
direction.

"What you asking me, Coach?"  I said, suggestively.

Coach's dick was definitely getting hard in his shorts.  Saw it
"twitch" slightly.  "Just sayin' I've been awful lonely since that
bitch Linda left.  Could use some relief."

I looked down. He was rock hard and his shorts were tenting.  Still I
was ambivalent.  "The guys can't know."

"Don't you worry" Coach assured, "Just our secret.  Dying to try that
throat out."

Finally he whipped out the long-awaited prize.  Not trying to be
racist her, but Coach certainly had the dick of his people.  Over
eight inches, thick as a coke can, with a shiny purple head as big as
my fist.  Damn, bro!

My eyes widened and he laughed. "One inch at a time, kid"  He grabbed
my head and pulled me down on him. Think  shocked him with how much of
it I could take down my throat almost instantly. If I was anything I
was certainly practiced.

I bobbed on his ebony rod for a good ten minutes, gagging a bit but
still sliding up and down eagerly.  I cradled his amply nuts which
were as big and heavy as paperweights.  Love the feel of them in my
hand.

"Better than any head I've gotten in years"  Coach moaned.  "I'm glad
the rumors were true"

Just when I was wondering what exact 'rumors' he meant...

7:10 PM
Coach Kay, Luke's lacrosse coach, keys into the door.

"Bob, I told you 7 PM.  You're late."

Kay looked mischievously onto the scene, me on one knee in shock that
we were interrupted.  "Sorry, sorry. But looks like you've gotten the
little bitch warmed up for us."

"Sure did, man. and you were right, this faggot can SUCK"

Coach calling me a faggot grated a little, but I was game to take on
both these older studs at once.  I noticed this pattern with Luke as
well, and most of the frat guys.  If it was jsut one on one they were
pretty polite, just pretty quiet as I blew them or they pounded my
hole. But if you get more than one of them together to double (or
triple or sextuple) team me, they turned into the cockiest douches
ever...calling me a faggot, slapping me upside the head, gagging me,
etc.  Still, sort of found that kind of macho posturing sexy...sue me.
 Just made me even harder.

Kay flipped me around and started fingering my hole with some lube he
brought.  I kept sucking Coach off, every now and again taking one of
his heavy nuts into my mouth and nursing on it for the life of me.
Kay wanted to get hard so he stood next to Coach and offered me his
also quite ample uncut dick.  I took turns throating them both till
they were fully hard.  Coach, ever the baseball player, had a little
fun winding up and dicksmacking me across the  face as Kay egged him
on.  "Smack that bitch!"  He screamed.  I was loving it.

7:25 PM
Kay was the first to bone me--once he was hard and wet I knew it was
only a matter of time. He was actually quite brutal on my hole,
probably learned a few things from watching Luke tear me up last year
when the two of them jointly used me.  He started raping me viciously,
slapping my ass as he rode my hole. I was moaning but to be honest it
REALLY hurt.  My own coach was jacking his dick off at lightning
speed, watching me get fucked and waiting his turn.

When it was his turn he quickly started humping my ass.  Kay put his
nuts in my face but soon enough had an idea. "He loves this, the
little bitch." He slid off the pair of briefs around his ankles and
put it over my face.  I noticed instantly they were far from clean,
saw a grey-yellow patch right in the crotch as it slide over my nose.
Inhaled the coaches scent as my own coach boned my asshole with the
speed and enthusiasm of an eager 18 year old stud.  Loved the sound of
his nuts smacking my ass with each thrust.

7:30 PM
Coach Martin pulled out and they again took turns feeding me their
dicks.  Kay pulled the briefs up over my mouth so they just covered my
eyes but I didn't need to see to do a good job working these boners.
Within a minute or two Kay's dick was oozing cum all over my lips.

7:33 PM
Coach jacked off rapidly, his nuts bouncing off my chin.  Could tell
his own blast was gonna be pretty gigantic. I had no idea.  An
eruption of burning hot semen hit me in the face so hard that I swear
I was worried about a bruise.  Instantly my entire chin and neck was
coated in his jizz. Poor guy, he must not have gotten off in a LONG
time.

7:41 PM

I hit the showers again and the coaches cracked a beer together and
laughed.  Cleaned off I slipped back on my cloths and popped my head
into Coach's office.

"Thanks for the help, kid"  Coach smiled. They were both fully dressed
now.  "ALL the help."

"Good work"  Kay added, raising his beer.

These assholes were no better than Luke and his friends.  God, I loved it.

***

LUKE

9:20 AM
Gotta admit, I'm still a bit surprised when I open that shitter stall
door each morning and see my bitch sitting there with his mouth open,
ready for my morning piss.  Every single morning at 9:20 on the dot.
I've been feeding him my morning piss since the beginning of the
semester, and he hasn't missed a morning.  I knew he was a faggot but
it's amazing to me the length these sluts will go to get abused.  Ahh,
It's good to be me.

Shake off the last few drops--by this point his entire face and pansy
ass underwear is soaked.  Debate getting head, no better way to start
the day, but I can't be late to my morning class again--already have
so many cuts and tardys.  Hock a loogie (thick, phlegmy kind...mental
note: shouldn't smoke before bed) right on my bitch's cheek and get
the hell out of there.

Run into Craig in the hallway.  Know that look in his eye.  Poor
Mike...it may be a little early to get fucked as hard as I know Craig
is aiming to bone him.  Oh well, not my problem.  Peace.

10:46 AM
Damn this class is so fucking lame.  I usually spend most of it
starring at Professor Webb's ass.  She's pretty damn old but the bitch
has a fine ass--hasn't lost a beat.  Bet she was DTF when she was in
college.  I heard a rumor that one of the football players actually
boned her last year, just to get an A.  I wouldn't be surprised.  Hell
I may have to try for it myself, just to see.  On the to do list.

2:01 PM
Finish lunch up and talk to my dad on the phone. He's coming into the
city this weekend for the Patriots game, taking Scott and I. Haven't
seen too much of my little bro this year, even though his own college
isn't too far from me. Things have been weird I guess.  Still can't
get used to the idea of my own flesh and blood as a dicksucker.
Anyway will be cool to hang with dad, definitely been a while.

2:21 PM
Watching Webb's ass all morning must have made me horny, because can't
stop thinking about getting my dick wet.  I text Mike letting him know
his hole is mine tonight.

3:45 PM
LAX practice.  Good work from the guys. we definitely are improving,
though gonna have to pretty much win everything to make the playoffs
in a a few weeks

6:30 PM
I'm drying off after my shower when Coach Kay tells me he's on his way
over to the south gym to "take care of our little baseball friend."
Hilarious. Seems him and Coach Martin are up to no good with my
personal bitch.  I give Coach my blessing but tell him how Mike's
gonna get a slap for slutting himself around outside the frat. Coach
knows the situation we got going.  "You sure you don't want in?"  He
asks.  Definitely consider it (as I haven't yet cum today, and am
horned as hell) but have to run to liquor store to order some kegs for
tomorrow night's big party.  "Have fun, and don't totally exhaust him.
I need to get mine later."

 7:20 PM
Ordered the kegs and heading back to the house.  Big ass Halloween
party tomorrow night. Our parties always pretty well attended but we
without a doubt have the best halloween party on campus. Everyone
comes.  I've made nice with campus security so hopefully they won't
shut us down too early.  My dad sent me my grandfathers old navy
stuff, so I'm going as a navy guy.  My dad said if I spill beer on it
he'll have my nuts...haha I'm more likely to  spill some coke on it
but I'm gonna do my best.  Uniform is sick, bro.

7:40 PM
Home.  Man my dick is acting up today. Fucking need to get blown as
soon as the faggot gets back.  Still been boning Betty for a few weeks
now but the chick--hot as she is--can't suck me for the life of her.
Her mouth is so goddamn small, she can barely fit my junk in there.
Maybe Mike should give her lessons. Hah.

To be honest haven't even had that much time to bone either of my
bitches...this week has sucked with work and lax practice and frat
admin shit.  Last good sex fest I had was over Columbus Day weekend.
Man that was something.  Kremlin, Welks and I went up to New Hampshire
to get a couple of peaks and spend some time in the woods.  Wouldn't
you know it we ran into another cocksucker camping by himself out
there.  I'm telling you somehow I attract these fuckers -- they all
cream themselves over the Big Red.  They fucked his ass hard while I
just let him blow me, but it was a pretty good blowjob I have to say.
Reminded me of taking John camping back in high school and watching
him choke on my dick out there in nature...something so hot and primal
about it.  Ahhh, memories.  Anyway, a good camping trip all in all.

8:13 PM
Door swings open and Mike walks through the living room, where I'm
playing some XBox.

"Yo yo yo...you're late"

"Sorry Luke.  Was held at practice."

I looked up at him, pausing my game, "Late drills?"

"Yeah. Drills."

The fucker was lying to my face. Maybe he was GETTING drilled, but
that's about it.

"You piece of shit, you think I don't know you were getting double
stuffed by our coaches?"

His eyes bugged out--caught!

"Uhhh..."

"I know everything, bitch.  Shouldn't you have figured that out by now?"

"Sorry Luke.  I'm not thinking straight.  Actually feeling kind of sick."

"Sounds like some bullshit excuse."

"Nah for real bro.  think I had a bad taco at lunch or something"

"I think you've just overfull on Coach's jizz.  But guess what--you're
not done."

Felt good to take my dick out to get some head at last.  Mike did look
a bit yellow but I really needed to get off, so too bad.  He somewhat
tentatively started sucking me off. I wrapped the XBox controller wire
around his neck and used it like reigns...pulling him deeper and
deeper onto my pole.  God he really did give the best head man.

8:20 PM
Suddenly Mike gets up and bolts towards the downstairs bathroom.  What
the fuck?  I go after him.

8:21 PM
"You okay bro?"

He's on his hands and knees bent over the toilet.

"Ughh.  Definitely a bad taco."

"Fucking sick, bro. Good luck with that."  I start to move away.

"Where you going?"

"Huh?"

"Stick your fucking dick in me man."

Wow.  Just when you think you know a guy they turn out to be even more
of a whore than you thought.  But who was I to argue?  I spit in my
fist, lubed up my knob, and slipped it into his stretched out
asschute.  Coach had really torn him up.  He moaned and signed, but I
guess another wave of nausea was hitting him because just as i was
getting into my groove he started yaking again, a waterfall of puke
into the toilet as I mounted him from behind.

"Don't stop!" he ordered.   Was kind of hot but also kind of fucking
disgusting.  I eventually couldn't stand the smell of his puke. Though
I was about a minute from cumming I had to get the fuck out of there.

"Better get better by tomorrow, chief."  I said, and pulled up my
pants.  God damn it these blue balls were gonna hurt.

8:38 PM
A few minutes later I decided there was no way I was gonna  be able to
relax tonight without getting off.  Betty was out of the picture--
"writing a paper" all night, the ho.  I guess I only had one other
option.

8:42 PM
Knocked loudly on James door, and he immediately yelled "Go Away!"

Not one to really listen to that bastard, I open it up anyway (locks
don't really work in our house).  James is buck naked boning his
girlfriend Julie from behind. He's standing up and plowing her and
she's bent over the futon.  Pretty hot sight.

"What is it Red?"

"Ahh, fuck. Finish up in here and call me immediately."

Julie was shocked to be interrupted and scrambled to cover herself
with her discarded clothing.  "Uhhh...I really gotta go"  she
muttered.

"Nah, nah"Jame ssaid quickly, "Luke's just leaving."

"Yeah, I'm going" I said, smirking.  Didn't move though.

"No seriously--Monica and the girls are waiting.  We'll finish this
tomorrow love."  Julie is British or some shit.

James was devastated--like a heart broken little boy.  Sort of found
it funny.  She quickly pulled on her cloths, grabbed her bag, and
pushed past me to leave the room.  On the way out she gave me an eye,
gotta say it was pretty flirtatious--like "you could have that too if
you want it."

James was red-faced and pissed off as usual.  "What the fuck bro!?!"

I grabbed at my crotch a little. "Need head, bro.  Mike's in the
bathroom puking."

James was a bit speechless."You just cockblocked me while I was boning
Julie just so I could get you off?"

To be honest I was sick of his attitude.  Dude's a bitch and has been
pretending FOR YEARS he's not as hard up as Mike for my meat.  He
probably loves it even more.

"Yeah. That's the long and the short of it."

James came up to me like he was gonna punch my lights out.  For a
second I thought he was.  Then he dropped to his knees, of course.

"You really are a bastard."

I wasn't done torturing him. "What you doing?"

"Come on, whip it out.  Let me blow you off bro."

"Nah. Need to fuck tonight.  Been so long I'm so backed up. BJ is not
gonna do it."

"No chance man. You know I don't get fucked."

"You DO get fucked, bro, because you're about to get fucked.  So get
over your ego."

James thought for a second and I guess gave in, because he laid on his
back.  "Make it quick"

"What you doing?"

"Come on--fuck me."

I loved hearing him say it.  "Say it again"

Through grit teeth:  "Fuck me"

"Aight, but stand up. "

"Stand up?"

"Let me put it this way.I'm you, and you're Julie. So bend the fuck over bitch."

His hole was tight as hell but eventually got things moving.  Just
took me a few minutes and at

9:01 PM
My balls unleash a waterfall of cum into his stinkhole.  Swear i much
have filled up his intestines with my juice.  His dick was rock hard
as I came warm buckets into his gut.

"Good to have a backup cumrag in the house"  And I went back to my
paused X-Box game.

***

MIKE

8:45 PM
Man, today's lesson is don't eat tacos from unknown Mexican
joints--got a wicked case of food poisoning. Just spent ten minutes
throwing up.  What's worse is that I was scoring big with Luke's dick
at the time, getting some nice end-of-day time blowing him, when I
realized that I was gonna blow myself.  Not sure what came over me but
wanted to get fucked so bad, had him hump my ass while I was puking.
Gross, I know.

9:00PM

Anyway now I'm just chilling, feeling a bit better but definitely
pretty queasy.  Luke warned me to get better by tomorrow, and that's
because its the frat's big annual Halloween party. and big parties
means lots of drinking and drugs, and that means lots of fucked up
frat boys, and that means lots of dick I'm gonna be expected to suck.
Man, it's good being me.

10:02 PM
Getting pretty sleepy.  Goodnight.


12:02 AM
Get woken up with a dick in my ass...Craig of course.  Moan and turn
over, my stomach still a bit funky, but well enough.  Craig makes
short work of me, cumming deep and quickly getting out of there.
Whole thing could have been a dream, I dunno.

9:20 AM FRIDAY
I'm sitting in the usual sport waiting for Luke's piss, he's late.
I'm abut to give up at 9:30 when he comes running in.

"Yo."

"Hey Luke.   I didn't--"

But his stream of yellow, stinking piss interrupts me.  Rub it all
over my scalp and neck, loving the warm feel of Luke's golden fluid.
This guy really is a god.

He finishes up and starts whacking off a bit, I get excited I'm gonna
get some semen.  But when he notices the time he gets out of there
without cumming, late again.


4:05 PM
Only have one class Fridays no no baseball, so I am home early and
relaxing, reading my emails.  A Sophmore brother we call Stoli comes
in to drop off some gear for me.  With Luke's permission I decided to
dress as a lacrosse player for Halloween -- since I'm one of the few
in the house that doesn't actually play I thought it would be a good
costume  (and Luke thought it would be a good 'Fuck you' to the
baseball team, some of whom may try to show their face tonight since
this party was one of our best all year).  The only catch was, of
course, that Luke made sure I was wearing all used "reeking" gear.
Got pads and stuff from James, Luke's jock strap, Rob's cup (huge!),
and Stoli here who was about my size was coming by to give me a
uniform.

Stoli was ripped and handsome, tended to be on the quiet side although
I've seen him high a few times starting fights and stuff, so I guess
he does have another side to him.  Have never gotten in his pants
although sort of would like to see what he is packing.

"Here's the Jersey and stuff" he says, putting it on my chair.

"Thanks man."

He just sort of stands there for a second, so I figure he wanted
something.  honestly most of the guys in the frat just sort of are
mostly polite and detached from me, so when I'm getting attention it's
pretty clear what they are after.

"You want a blowjob or something bro?"

Stolli laughed, even seemed a little shy.  "Wow not usually offered
The Wash so directly."

"Well, do you?"

"So I just whip it out here and you'll get me off?"

"Anytime you want it."

He chuckled again, "Wow, Luke is really a twisted genius for setting
this deal up."

"I'll take that as a yes"  I get on my knees and rub my face against
his growing bulge through his jeans. Soon his 5" dick is released
(sort of a disappointment) and easily crammed all the way down my
throat.  His dick may be on the smaller side but he had huge
grapefruit nuts, so I spent some time licking them clean and was
rewarded with a nice-sized load all over my face.  Stolli must have
felt like a porn star because when he was about to cum he pulled out,
grabbed me by the hair, and shot all over me with a huge moan.  Nice
start to tonight's cumfest.

9:03 PM
Pull on my used lacrosse gear and get ready to party.  The gear is all
really smelly and slightly damp, which  really turns me on of course.
Take out my johnson and start pulling it while I look into the mirror.
 Soon I'm fully hard.  Just knowing I'm in Luke's jock is enough to
get me off, not to mention all these other studs' clothing.  I cum
into the jockstrap and just tuck myself back in. figure no real reason
to clean up...

9:35 PM
The guys all gather in our basement, which has been converted for the
party, a nice dance space, one of the beer pong tables still up (we
usually have three up but break two down for the party), two kegs, a
full bar, a DJ set up, some couch areas for people to hang out, etc.
Think doesn't get going until 11 or so, but we always gather an hour
early to start pre-gaming with just the frat members, big
long-standing tradition.  Luke brings out some coke and about ten of
the guys get high.  I take a hit of a joint going around and pour
myself a big gin and tonic. Gonna be a long night of drinking.

Luke, so fucking hot dressed in Navy gear, makes a short speech about
kicking off another legendary party.  Guys cheer drunkenly.  He pulls
out a bag and pulls out a jersey and throws it at me.  "You're
honorary number"  which of course is "69"

The name of the jersey:  "S. PERMGARGLER"

Everyone laughs as I pull it on,replacing the jersey Stolli gave me.
"Real subtle" I joke, chuckling at the name.  Someone suggests it may
be too obvious if I wear it, but if I'm questioned I should just say
that I "lost a bet" and had to wear this.

People keep drinking and I get up to grab  another round, but Luke
stops me.  "Stay on your knees, Sperm Gargler".  Luke grinds his dick
in my face a bit before moving back "Anyone need head before we get
this bitch going?"

A line forms and I take care of some pretty drunk and ready-to-party
guys.  The twins Rob and Pat start by double teaming me.  They are
dressed as the Mario Brothers (Rob, Mario; Pat, Luigi) and I'm
hungrily going back and forth between their schlongs. While I work on
Rob,Pat uses his costume's prop, a plunger, to push my head further
down from behind. then Rob does the same while his brother gets head.
Meanwhile the guys just keep partying around while this all goes down,
most not even watching or noticing.rob and Pat come at almost the
exact same time--must be a twin thing--all over my face,

Stolli, I guess fully recharged from earlier, comes up wearing a
Michael Myers/Halloween costume.  He murders my throat viciously while
I try to breathe through my nose.  Damn this kid cleaned fast.

I suck off a Devil, two Leprechauns, a Hairy Beast Creature, Samuel L
Jackson in Pulp Fiction, a preppy yachtsman, a freaky alien, and
Freddy Kruger. Each of them cum down my throat, except for one of the
Leprechauns (this hot, short newbie we call Pitt) who tells me to
stick out my tongue. He baths it in his semen as the rest of the crowd
watches and cheers.

"Good work bro"  Luke says, complimenting me. I swear that's all it
takes to make me happy, and I'm totally fine with my ego being so
bruised.

11:02 PM
After blowing Freddy Kruger, we get word that Kremlin has gone up to
work the door and doors are gonna be opened for people to start coming
in, so I wipe off my face and get a beer.  Amazing to me how quickly
we can go back to a normal party seen after what was essentially a
gangrape of my throat (can't rape the willing, I know...)


11:31 PM
Place pretty much already filled and a line out the door.  The rep of
our halloween party is unbelievable and it feels like the whole campus
is here.

12:10 PM
I'm pretty surprised when Scott shows up, dressed as a Bruce Lee.  I
just forgot he was coming.

"Hey sexy" he says, slipping up behind me.  I can tell he's somehow
already wasted, despite just getting here.

1:01 AM
We talk for about an hour, Scott is wasted and begs be every fifteen
minutes or so to let him touch my dick.  Eventually Luke sees we've
been talking for a while and comes up to us, angrily.  "Enough,
bitches"  he says, sternly.

Scott's pretty upset by Luke's objection to us boning, and I guess he
was feeling brave because of the alcohol or something.  He took a
swing at his brother, which Luke easily side-stepped.

"Woo woo woo, kid."

Luke pretty much wrapped him up and pinned his arms around his back.
He put him over his shoulder and headed for the steps.  "You're gonna
sleep this one off Scott.  Don't piss me off."

Scott stopped fighting back and let his brother carry him upstairs.I
think about following but decide Scott was indeed pretty drunk,
probably for the best that Luke puts him to bed.

I get another beer at the keg and try to enjoy myself.  My old roomate
Steve is there, and some friends form my major, so we are laughing and
having a good time. At one point Steve asks me about the Jersey, and I
stick to the plan about losing a bet.

"That sucks!"  Steve says, naively.  "Some fucking bet to lose."

What a sucker.

Otherwise people don't really notice my uniform or give me any shit.
The frat guys are all so drunk and trying to impress their
girlfriends, they don't harass me much.

1:10 AM
I notice two guys on my baseball team and former frat, never liked
them much.  They sort of give me a menacing stare but then head
upstairs.  Don't see them after that.

1:20 PM
James tries to get head from me in the back room of the basement, but
a dude is making out with a girl there already, so he gets spooked and
calls it off.  "Later, you're mine" he warns.

1:40 PM
I begin flirting with this girl, Meredith is her name. she's dressed
as Mother Theresa, though I imagine she is certainly NOT a saint,
given the shortness of her skirt that night.  I'm jsut having a good
time and catch Luke's smile and thumbs up--he always gets a laugh when
I flirt with or hook up with girls.

2:30 PM
Meredith leaves but gives me her number, not sure I'll call though.

I'm beat so I decide to head upstairs to bed. Not surprised to find
Scott there, must have crawled in after Luke dropped him off to sleep.

2:45 PM
 I'm so tired that I just collapse with my costume still on and
quickly pass out next to Scott.  Sleep comes quickly, wonderfully.

***

4:40 AM
Get woken up by someone in my bed, holding my shoulders.  Figure it
must be Craig reprising last night's middle of the night fuck. Or
maybe James getting me back for not completing his blowjob in the
basement earlier.Or maybe just Scott trying to get frisky.

But, no.

Suddenly a hood goes over my head and I feel someone punch me in the
stomach.  I try to struggle but the whole thing goes down really fast.
 I'm dragged out of my room and down the back stair case.  The house
is dead, party's been broken up, so no one hears any of this.


5:02 AM  SATURDAY
I've been totally restrained and locked in a room somewhere.  The door
opens and I hear another guy struggling, he gets tied up next to me.
Someone barks and order and my hood is pulled off my head.  I see
Scott tied up next to me with a gag in his mouth.

Travis is looking me up and down, an almost-empty bottle of Vodka in
his hand.  "Hey, faggots."

**

 TO BE CONCLUDED --our last chapter!-- in PART SEVEN
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