Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2004 09:54:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: David Brooke <db89109@yahoo.com>
Subject: Shining Star - Chapter 3: Colin joins in

Shining Star
By David Brooke

Disclaimer: This is a fictional story containing explicit consensual and
non-consensual gay sex between adult men.  If you find this type of story
offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then do not
do so.

Chapter 3: Colin joins in

The next day was increasingly frustrating. I tried to clear any thoughts of
the previous night with Brad from my mind. But, as I sat in class my mind
would wonder from the drone of the professor's droning voice in a boring
lecture to flashes of images of Brad on top of me, his cock fucking me
deeply. I threw wood in one class and rubbed my crotch abstractedly. As I
shook the thoughts of Brad and realized I was rubbing my boned crotch, I
realized also I was staring at the hairy legs of some guys in shorts in the
next row over. I look up at him. He had a condescending smile as he looked
back at me, and then winked as he reached down to adjust his package. I
looked away angrily. I'm not a fucking fag, asshole!" I shouted in my mind.

I had a study group that evening, so I ate dinner alone in the student
cafeteria. It was nearly nine-thirty when I got back to the apartment. At
least Brad won't be home I thought as I turned the key in the lock. He has
night practice for this week's night game, and won't be home to after
eleven. I was surprised at the sound of the TV as I opened the door. "Oh
yeah" I remembered. Monday night; Colin's night off.

"Hey, Colin" I said, nodding to him as I made my way through the living
room. He sat in the easy chair, clad in his usual apartment attire - a pair
of nylon running shorts, and nothing else. Monday Night Football blared on
the TV screen.

"Hey, Chad" Colin acknowledged as I went past him. I went to my room,
changed into shorts, and then brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. I
decided to fix myself a soda in the kitchen before turning in. As I headed
into the living room, I decided to sit down and shoot the shit with Colin
for a few minutes; we hadn't seen much of each other lately.

"Game any good?" I asked, sitting down in the chair next to him.

"Naw" he replied. "Kinda boring. Oakland is all over San Diego forty-two to
nothing; San Diego can't do shit. I fucking hate Oakland." I grunted in
agreement. "So what have you been up to, Chad?" He asked. "I haven't talked
to you in awhile. Anything new and exciting?"

"No" I assured him. "Same old, same old." I thought about last night, and
the porn shop.  "Thank God he doesn't know anything about this shit" I
thought to myself. We both groaned when San Diego fumbled the ball.

"This game sucks!" exclaimed Colin.

"Yeah" I grunted in agreement.

"Actually, I'd already turned it off and was watching something else when I
heard you come home."

"Oh yeah?" I responded. "Whatcha watching?"

"This" Colin replied, reaching for a remote and pressing a button. The
scene on the screen changed from football to a buxom blonde woman sucking
on rock hard cock at least 8" long. "My favorite porno, 'Debbie does
Dick'. That bitch can suck the shit outta of dick" he said admiringly.

I watched as all nine inches of dick disappeared down her throat. "Geeze" I
said in surprise. "I can't believe she swallowed all of that. That guy I
huge" I said a little more admiringly than I intended.

"Yeah" Colin said huskily. "He's almost as big as me."

I turned to look at Colin, intending to say a 'Yeah, right'. My mouth
opened in surprise as I saw Colin watching the screen intently while his
hand was under the elastic band of his running shorts, tugging and pulling
a large and growing tent in the crotch. I meant to tear my eyes away
immediately, but watched transfixed as the tent in his shorts continued to
grow.

"Wanna see?" Colin asked. I looked up to see him looking at me intently.

I flushed in embarrassment as I realized he had caught me staring at rising
erection has he played with it. "Uh, no, that's OK" I said quickly. "Uh,
actually, I was just getting ready to turn in. I'll let you enjoy Debbie."

"No need to run off" he assured me. "It's just getting to the good part,
where he really starts fucking her face."

"No, that's OK, man" I replied. "I'll let you enjoy Debbie to yourself." I
started to get up.

"Wait, man" Colin insisted. "Let me ask you something first."

"Ugh, yeah, sure" I replied, sitting back down, growing increasingly
nervous. "Go ahead, shoot" I looked at him squarely in the face, making
sure to avoid looking down at the movement continuing in his shorts.

"Well, I was just wondering . . ."  he began, looking me square in the
eyes. "I was wondering . . . How long you and Brad have been fucking?"

"Whaat!" I gasped, the blood draining from my face.

"I guess it's really none of my business" he said evenly. "But, since
you're both my roommates, I just wondered how long Brad has been fucking
you?"

"I . . . I . . . I don't know . . . ." I stuttered as I attempted
denial. His eyes bore into mine.  He knew! I knew from the look in his eyes
he knew it all. "Brad fucking told you?" I clenched my fists. "I can't
believe the fucking bastard told you!"

Colin shook his head slowly. "Brad didn't tell me shit" he said in a
deadpan voice. "He doesn't even know that I know anything about it." I
stared at him, totally confused. "I got home early last night, dude. Work
was slow, so they let me off early. It was all dark, but I could see alight
coming from your room. I went to the kitchen to fix something to drink and
when I came out, I could hear the definite sounds of fucking coming from
you room.  Your door was half open, dude. So, I'm thinking 'Great, Chad
finally got some pussy'.  Then I hear you saying 'Fuck me, Fuck me', and
then I hear Brad's voice. So, I'm thinking 'What the fuck?' So, I push your
door open a little and look inside, and, man!  You're flat on your back and
Brad is fucking the daylights outta you!" From the corner of my eyes I
could see him give a tug on his cock. "I gotta admit I was pretty blown
away" he continued. "I mean, I know Brad will fuck anything that moves -
and a lot of things that don't move - but, Geez! I had no idea you're gay,
man - and I'm usually pretty good at picking 'em out."

"I'm not 'gay'" I protested.

"Bullshit!" Colin breathed out with a grunt. "Dude, you were flat on your
back begging Brad to 'Fuck me! Fuck me harder, man!', and Brad was giving
it to you." He shook his head. "Dude, I don't know too many straight guys
who dig another dude boning them in the ass and beg for more." His eyes
continued to bore into mine.

"Brad forced me!" I protested. "He . . .  he blackmailed me and made me do
it!" Colin grunted in skepticism. "Brad came early from Brynda's. She was
on her period and wouldn't give him any. He kept going on about how horned
up he was, and then he threatened to blackmail me if I didn't let him
. . . . do that to me."

"Well, I know Brad when he's all horned up like that" Colin assured
me. "He'd fuck a snake when's he's all horned up - if he could figure away
to get to hold still for him. But, what did he blackmail you with? And,
what made him think you'd let him bone you?"

"Well . . . ." I began, searching for a way to explain it. "Well, he came
home, and I guess I'd left my door open . . . .  and he . . . . he caught
me masturbating."

"That's it?" Colin asked incredulously. "Brad catches you beating you meat,
and says "I'm going to tell the whole fucking world that Chad Sunquist
jerks off' if you don't let him bone you?" Colin shook his head,
unbelieving.

"Well . . . ." I began, "he caught me jerking off . . . .  uh, he caught me
. . . uh, well; he caught me jerking off while using my dildo!"

Colin started to laugh. "Dude? You have a dildo? You like to get off while
fucking yourself with a dildo?" He shook his head, still laughing. "Well, I
guess that explains why you get off on Brad fucking the bejesus out of
you. But, your not really gay, right?  You like to get off fucking yourself
with a dildo or some dude fucking the daylights out of you, but you're not
gay?"


"It was the first time!" I protested. "It was the first time anybody ever
fucked me!" I paused, as I remembered. "It was the first time Brad ever
fucked me! And, I was the first time I ever did anything with a dildo! I
was just curious, that's all!"

"Well," Colin began, stroking his chin. "I can kind of understand that. I'm
curious, too.  I've kinda been curious about something involving sex."

"Really?" I said in relief. "You've been curious about what it feels like
to have something in your ass? It's really wild" I assured him. "I mean,
I'm not gay or anything - I'm not into sex with guys. But, there's a
prostate thingie inside. When something in your ass rubs or jabs against
your prostate, it feels really wild!"

"No, dude!" Colin said as he burst into laughter. "I'm not curious about
what it would feel like to have something in my ass. I'm straight; I dig
chicks. Real men are not curious about what it would feel like to have
something in their ass, like it's some kind of pussy" he assured me. I
looked him in confusion. "No," he began slowly. "I wasn't curious at all
about what it might feel like to have something up my ass. But, I am kind
of curious about what it would feel like to have my cock buried down your
throat."

"Whaaat!" I almost shouted in shock.

"I'm real curious about how it would feel to have you swallow my cock down
your throat, the way Debbie there takes it." He nodded toward the TV
screen.

"No fucking way!" I shouted in indignation. "I'm no cocksucker! I told you:
I'm not fucking gay!"

"Oh yeah?" Colin asked slyly. "Then I guess this doesn't do anything for
you?"

With a sudden movement he stood up, pulled his shorts down to his ankles,
and with a flick of his foot, cast them aside. He stood slowly stroking his
rock hard cock that stood straight out from his groins. It was long and
thick; it had to be over 9" long and a several inches thick. The head was
even thicker than the shaft, and the tip glistened with precum he had
milked from his stroking. I stared at it transfixed, unable to tear my eyes
away.  "He IS bigger than the guy in the video" I found myself thinking.

"Come on, man" I heard Colin ask softly. "You know you want it."

I shook my head, my eyes locked on his cock, transfixed. "I'm not a
cocksucker" I heard my voice say.

"I sure would hate for it to get around" I heard Colin say. "I sure would
hate for it to get around that our sports assistant to the team really digs
it in the ass."

"You wouldn't!" I gasped, tearing my eyes from his hard cock to look up at
him. "You wouldn't do that do me!" I pleaded. "I just . . .  I just made
some mistakes. I'm NOT gay!"

"Well, it would be pretty mean to go around telling everybody that you use
a dildo to fuck yourself and get off - when you can't find some dude to
fuck the daylights out of you," Colin admitted. "But . . ." he continued
with a sigh, "you never know when something like MIGHT slip out. You know,
like I'm at a party and drunk and shit and someone tells me something, and
I say: 'That's nothing, you should have seen the time I came home to find
Brad fucking the sweet bejesus out of Chad" he said with a smirk.

"Please?" I pleaded.

Colin walked over to stand in front of me. I looked down to find his rock
hard cock inches in front of me. "Come on, man" he pleased in a soothing
voice. "Just suck it a little for me. Help me out a little here; I'm horned
up, just like Brad was, and you helped him out." He leaned forward, and the
head brushed against my lips. I felt a tear roll down the cheek of my
face. "Just take the head in you mouth and suck on it a little. No one will
ever know; no one will ever no about this, or anything else." The head
pressed harder against my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted it. I closed
my lips around the shaft of his cock and sucked the head tentatively. It
tasted sweet and clean, just slightly musky. It didn't taste disgusting at
all, as it had when the porn shop jerk forced his cock in my mouth. I
swirled my tongue around the head as more of the cock pressed into my
mouth.  "That's it, that's it" Colin encouraged me in a soothing voice. I
sucked harder as it pressed further in my mouth. I felt the head at the
back of my mouth. I remembered the smack I received from the porn shop jerk
and sheathed my teeth with my lips. I suppressed the urge to gag, and the
head popped through the back of my mouth and began to slide down my
throat. My eyes began to bulge as Colin's cock continued down my throat and
I held my breath, every sense focused on that large, hot rod sliding down
my throat. I felt Colin's hands on the back of my head. The next thing I
felt was my nose buried in his groin and his cock thrust down my throat as
he pushed my head own and then pulled it back.

"Fucking A!" Colin sighed. "You took it; you took the whole fucking thing!
I knew you could!" he began to pump his cock in and out of my throat. I
began to gag, and felt dizzy from the lack of air. I pushed away with my
hands on his hips, his cock sliding out of my throat and then free from my
mouth. I gasped for air. "Sorry" Colin sighed. "I guess you do need to
breath a little. Just suck it for awhile." Obediently, I opened my mouth,
accepted his cock, and sucked greedily. It wasn't like when my ass was
stuffed full and something jabbing at my nut inside, but there was
something about my mouth being full of rock hard dick, of sucking, licking,
worshipping the rigid shaft, giving pleasure, that made me yield to the
sensations that arose inside me. I worshipped Colin's cock, fascinated by
its size and hardness, licking it lovingly from the thick round head down
the shaft to head to his balls. I licked his balls, taking them in my
mouth, sucking, as my fist worked his knob. I took his shaft back in my
mouth, sucking it like a madman while my hand played with his massive
balls.

 Colin's breathing began to become more jagged. "Hold your breath!" he
breathed. I sucked in as much air as I could around the shaft buried in my
mouth. Colin grabbed my ear, pulled my head into his groin, burying his
long cock halfway down my throat and my face into his groin. He pulled
halfway out and thrust down again, fucking my face again and again. "Yeah!
Yeah! Yeah!" he panted, his fucking motion faster and faster and harder and
harder. I felt his cock swell in my throat and then twitch as spurt after
spurt of hot cum shot down my abused throat. It felt like he just kept
cumming and cumming, filling my stomach. I reached for my own cock, tugging
at the erection inside my shorts.  Finally Colin pulled my head back and
his cock slid from my throat and popped out of my mouth with slurping sound
as I still sucked it tightly. I gasped for air.

"Oh fuck, yeah!" Colin gasped. "Fucking A, dude! You suck the fuck outta
dick! You can give ole Debbie a run for her money. My spinning head
searched for a decision if I should be happy or ashamed. "Take off your
shirt, man!" Colin instructed.

"He wants me naked?" I wondered as I peeled off my shirt. "He's not going
to want to fuck me after cumming like that?"

Colin took the shirt from my hand, and began to wipe his dick clean with
it. "Goddamn you give good head!" he sighed. "Just think how good you could
be at giving head if you WERE gay, dude" he added. I looked up to see him
smirking. He bent over to pick up his shorts. Without bothering to put them
on, he turned and headed for his room. I admired his firm, tight buns and
thighs as walked away, an empty feeling inside me. As he reached the
doorway, he stopped and turned around. "Oh, turn off the TV for me, will
you, little buddy?" he said, more as a command than a question. I
nodded. "Oh and . . ."  he added, with a smirk on his face. "See you next
week? Same time, same place? Oh yeah - and same position?" He turned and
walked away.

Later I lay tossing fitfully in my bed, trying to get to sleep, thinking
about the last three nights. "I can't be gay!" I tried to assure myself. "I
was just curious. But, this shit is getting out of control! I was just
curious about those feelings in my ass; I was never curious about sucking
cock. It's just . . .  Colin's cock was so big! I never had a clue he had
such a huge cock!" I thought about how I'd slurped and sucked on it. My
cock was rock hard, and I reached down to stroke it. I thought about how it
felt to have Colin's cock buried down my throat, how it swelled and then
twitched inside my throat and then shot its load deep side me. With a cry I
sprayed my load all over my chest and stomach.  Too tired and shattered to
get up I smeared the cum over my skin and then drifted off to sleep.

The rest of the Fall went by quickly. Brad and I were busy with the Rebels,
Colin busy with his job and exams. Both Brad and Colin pressured me into a
pretty regular routine.  I'd fought it at first, but finally relented,
admitting to myself I was enjoying regular sex for the first time in my
life. I told myself all three of us were going through a curiosity stage",
that we were just being "open" and "liberal", and trying "new things". But,
deep down I knew that was true only for me. Both Brad and Colin made it
quite clear that I was only a convenient receptacle for keeping the cum
drained from their balls. Brad didn't wait until Brynda's next period to
use me. It was about two weeks later that he came knocking on my door,
asking me to "help him out again". I told him "No fucking way!", but it
ending up him fucking me senseless. Soon it turned into every week, and
then a couple of times a week. I think the guy was getting it either from
Brynda or me every night of the week.

Monday nights was my standing "date" with Colin; his night off and Brad's
night for football practice. Colin would pop in his "Debbie" video, and
within a few minutes he'd call out to me in my room. "Brad! Come out here,
Dude. I need a throat to fuck!" After the forth or fifth week instead of
promptly leaving or dismissing me, we hung out and talked. He admitted he'd
been thinking about 'having a go at my backdoor', but wasn't sure he could
handle 'porking another dude without getting grossed out and puking his
guts out.' He joked that maybe I should dress up like "a real pretty chick'
and that might do the trick for him. I liked pleasing him, and was
definitely curious about having his horse dick stuffed up my ass, but I
wasn't about to turn into some kind of transvestite for him. While out
shopping though, I did find a real sexy pair of red silk boxer briefs and
decided to give it a try. I bought a pair a size too small and when I tried
them on at home I was pleased with the result. When I threw a woody
thinking about Colin's huge dick banging away in my ass, I realized that
while the small size showed off my ass real well, it showed off my package
to well for Colin's liking. I came up with the solution of wearing my
jockstrap underneath, which did the trick perfectly - no bulge in front,
even when I was rock hard. For ease of entry, I slit the back seam
open. The next Monday when Brad called me out to fuck my face, I came out
wearing nothing but my red silk boxers with jockstrap underneath. Colin's
eyes beamed approval, and he ordered me to turn around, to which I
immediately complied, bending over and wiggling my round ass enticingly.

"Fuckin' A" Colin huskily sighed his approval. "Back Door Beauty" He
promptly produced a video of "Debbie Does Anal", popped it in the VCR and
then bent me over an ottoman in front of the TV. I had figured he wouldn't
be any too gentle and, while my ass had considerably more flexibility from
Brad's regular banging, I knew Colin's huge cock would take some
adjustment. So, I had lubed myself inside generously and taken a Tylenol
with codeine. True to form, Brad barely paused to smear some lube on his
horse cock before he crammed the hard knob into my hole. Ignoring my pleas
to let me get used to it, he continued forcing it inward. I thought the
head was going to his my stomach when I finally felt his pubes pressed
against my backside. He was rough and the girth and length of his massive
shaft hard to take, but within a few minutes I was groaning, moaning and
begging for more so loud that Colin yelled at me to "shut the fuck up,
bitch', so that he could hear Debbie instead of his 'faggot bitch'. I
clenched my teeth and suppressed my animalistic groans of ecstasy as he
rutted like a raging bull inside me. I creamed myself twice before he fired
his load deep inside my rear with a thunderous roar.  I don't think he knew
made me cum, let alone twice; I knew he couldn't care less. I was only for
him to use for his pleasure. But, I had him hooked. Some nights he wanted
to fuck my face before turning me around and ramming it up my butt. But
other nights he was too horny and just bent me over and went straight at
ramming his massive tool in and out of me, sending wave after wave of
orgasms ratcheting throughout my body before he exploded his load into
me. The only thing that Colin was really weird about was that no one -
especially Brad - find out anything about his "helping me out". I assured
him - and finally convinced him - that the last thing in the world I wanted
was for anyone to find out that I was taking his cock in the ass and
mouth. He seemed to always remain suspicious, though, that I might let
something slip to Brad, and he promised to "fuck me up good" if Brad ever
found out.

Brad was surprised when I first suggested we might try me giving him some
head. He quickly relented, and loved it. Now he insisted on the full
"treatment" - his fucking my face and then finish off fucking my ass. Some
nights he'd enjoyed himself so much he'd cum down my throat. We'd hang out
for a few minutes, shooting the shit, then rut my butt until he got off
again. I liked those nights the best. After cumming once in my throat, he
could ream my ass for 45 minutes before getting off again. I don't how
Brynda kept up with him all by herself. Brad of course had no clue that
Colin knew he was screwing me too. He knew Colin's schedule well, and made
sure were done and in our own rooms when Colin was due home. And he never
seemed to even consider that Colin was doing anything with me. He made me
swear that no one ever find out about his "helping me out". I assured him -
and finally convinced him - that the last thing in the world I wanted was
for anyone to find out I took his cock in my ass and mouth. He asked me a
couple of times, pressing me, if I was doing "anything else with anyone
else." I think he was more worried about catching something if I was
screwing around. I assured him that I was "getting all the dick my
curiosity could handle right here in our condo." That seemed to satisfy him
and his ego; it never dawned on him that his wasn't the only dick in the
condo. I wasn't sure which dick I liked better. While at 7", Brad was no
slouch, Colin's 9" filled me to capacity. But Colin's fucks were rough and
to the point. Brad fucked with an intensity that would have done a porn
star proud.

And so the fall passed, with each of my roommates using me as their
personal bitch, my secret passion secure. While I was getting fucked with
ferocity and alarming alacrity, I convinced myself it would remain a
secret, a phase I enjoyed immensely, but assumed would pass.

To be continued  . . . 
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