Date: Mon, 13 Jun 2005 11:22:51 +0000
From: Moore
Subject: ANEW

ANEW
BY MOORE

CHAPTER
ONE

"No jocks tonight, Mark, we have to wear thongs."

"Why thongs?"

"That's how they separate the straights from the queers.
Blue is for cocksuckers and pink is for pussy boys. Put
the blue one on under your toga and let's go. I don't
want to be late for the slave party at Delta Pi...the
best dicks get taken early."

CHAPTER
TWO

I knew I was queer long before I got to college, long
before I knew what it really meant to be a queer boy in
a straight world. The overwhelming desire to have a cock
in my mouth, the sheer joy of sucking a cock to climax
and eating the ejaculated semen was the upside of being
a queer. The fear of being discovered and feelings of
inferiority, the humiliation and occasional degradation
was the dark side.

So I knew I was queer, years of secretly staring at other
boys, hiding my boner when we changed for gym in junior
high, avoiding showers in high school, jerking off every
night with visions of all the naked boys I'd seen that
day bouncing around in my head left little room for
doubt. I was a queer all right, guys turned me on. My
classmates thought I was a nerd, better that than a fag.

My college roommate Mark made it easy to come out of the
closet during the second week of my freshman year. He
made it easy not only to touch, but to suck my very first
cock. "You going to stand there and watch?" He asked when
a canceled class caused me to return to our dorm room
unexpectedly, "Or help me service Bob's dick?"

I stepped into the room, too stunned to speak.  Mark was
stark naked, on his knees, groping the denim covered
crotch of a senior who had a single room down the hall. 
For two weeks we'd been sharing a room and I had no idea
that he was into guys, no idea what made Mark think that
I was queer for guys too.

What Bob thought was immediately clear when he laughed
and said, "Two faggots rooming together, shit, this is
going to be a great year for blow jobs."


Why not, I thought, closing the door behind me and
opening the one in my mind that had held me a prisoner.
I'd dreamed about this moment since my first wet dream.
"Okay, I'll help you service Bob's dick. Where do I
start?"

"Take off all your clothes then lick his balls," Mark
instructed as I moved closer."I'll suck his dick."

I guess Mark saw the disappointment on my face as well as
my erection as I stripped naked. Ball licking was not
what I had in mind for my first homosexual experience. I
wanted a dick in my mouth. I wanted to suck cock.

"Oh, do you like guys cumming in your mouth? And the
taste of sperm?"

"I don't know," I answered honestly. "I never sucked a
cock before. And by the way, how did you know I would?"

"You talk in your sleep," Mark said with a grin, "Hot
stuff. I'd give my left nut to be in your dreams. Is this
really your first time going down on a guy?"

"Yeah, it is."

"Hmmm, well, in that case, Steven," Mark said hesitantly,
"I'll lick his nuts and you suck his cock, we'll let Bob
cum in your mouth."

"You sure?" Mark didn't look so sure.

"Yeah, go ahead and suck him off. I've already had three
loads of cum today."

"Are you two faggots going to suck my cock or just talk
about it?" Bob said impatiently. "I've got a load of
spunk for one you fags and a class in twenty minutes."

Mark shifted over, giving me the floor space to kneel
between Bob's legs.  I managed to get his jeans unzipped
and halfway down his muscular legs before the excitement
became too much and I started to shake. I put my hands on
his hairy thighs and pulled down his boxers, exposing his
half-hard cock. I breathed in his musky smell then buried
my face in his hairy crotch.

"Here you go, faggot," Bob said, pulling back slightly
and pointing his purple headed hardon towards my mouth.
"Suck it!"

The head pushed through my lips, my hands were still on
his thighs, and meeting no resistance Bob slowly fed more
stiff dick into my mouth.  The urge to gag came and went,
Bob kept on feeding me dick until my nose was pressed
against his hairy stomach.

"You got it all, faggot, 6-3/4 inches of dick in your
pussy mouth. How's it feel?"

I was impaled on his dick and loving every inch. I
glanced up and moaned, batted my eyelids and tugged on
his thighs in response to his question. Bob's dick felt
so good in my mouth, so natural, that I just had to let
him know any way that I could.

Bob got my message. "Feels good for me too, faggot," he
said, patting me on the head.  "You're one hell of a
cocksucker."

I kept my lips tight around the shaft as Bob thrust
between them, increasing the pace, the depth and my
pleasure. I sucked when I could suck, swirled my tongue
around the head when I could, swallowed when the head
entered my throat. Though my hardon cried for attention,
I never once took my hands from his thighs.

"Gonna blow," Bob said needlessly. I'd felt the head
swell in my throat and the tensing of the muscles in his
thighs. I was ready, a bit nervous, but eager for Bob to
climax and fill me with cum.

A creamy warmth invaded my mouth, spurt after exciting
spurt of sweet and sour and salty semen sprayed into me.
Waves of sheer, queer pleasure rocked me to the depth of
my soul.  I sucked like a mad man, swallowed and snorted
like a pig as the pungent semen filled my mouth. I held
the back of his thighs to keep his shrinking dick inside
me when he tried to pull away. My mouth felt empty when
he finally withdrew. Bob was the first guy to get off in
my mouth, he wouldn't be the last.

"A great year for blow jobs," Bob said as he wiped his
spent dick on a handful of my long hair, and then he was
gone.

Mark helped me to my feet, I was still a bit woozy, and
sat me down on his bed. "You lied."

"What?" I said, forgetting about the pubic hairs that
were tickling my throat.  "What did I lie about?"

"Cock sucking, Steven. You said you had never sucked a
cock before, but that was a lie."

I shook my head. "No, no it is, uh, was the truth. I
never sucked a cock before today...it was wonderful. Why
do you think I lied?"

Mark sat down next to me and put his hand on my leg.
"Because you did it to well."

"Huh?"

"Bob fucked your mouth, Steven, used it like a pussy and
you didn't gag. Not even once. He cums in your mouth, I'm
licking his balls waiting for the spillage and you don't
miss a drop.  I've been a cocksucker for eight years,
since I was ten years old. I must've given head to a few
hundred guys, like a thousand blow jobs, and I can't suck
dick as good as you do."  

I didn't know what to say, how to respond. Apologize for
being a better cocksucker, for swallowing all the cum? A
light tap on the door frame saved the day.

"I'm Gary from down the hall," a dark haired guy said as
he took a step into the room.  "Bob sent me. You two guys
are the faggots, right? The cocksuckers?"

Mark leapt up from the bed. "Come in, come in. I'm Mark,
that's Steven...you've come to the right place if you're
looking for a blow job, Gary. Two faggot cocksuckers at
your service."

CHAPTER
THREE

Not every guy in the dorm would let a fag go down on his
dick, but we still had a steady stream of horny visitors.
Mark and I made quite a fag team. One of us would lick
the guy's nuts while the other sucked his dick, switching
rolls when the next guy came in to be serviced so we both
got a fair share of the cum. Mark, amazed by my natural
ability to deep throat without gagging, scoured the
campus for guys with oversized dicks.

"I'll find him eventually, Steven, a guy with a cock so
big that even you won't be able to take it all without
choking."

The guys we serviced respected us, well, not us really;
no straight guy respects a fag cocksucker, but respected
our right to some private time. Time to sleep and time to
study for class. Nobody wanted the queer boys to flunk
out of school. When our door was shut, which wasn't too
often, they left us alone.  When the door was open then
so were our mouths, wide open for any guy who wanted
head.

Mark was very active all over campus, in my view a slut,
going down on guys whenever and wherever a dick and the
opportunity arose. I was new to the life, more reserved,
sucking dick in public places held no appeal, and I
serviced guys only in our room and only when Mark was
present.

It was the week before Thanksgiving. I was at my desk
studying when Mark burst into the room. "I found him," he
shouted. "Be prepared to get down on your knees and meet
your match."

"Who?" I asked, looking up from the chemistry book.

"Tony, the dick of death. I found him in the locker room.
You won't believe the size of his cock."

"Where is he?"

"Football practice," Mark said as he took off his clothes
and lay back on his bed.  "He'll be here at five."

Two hours, I thought, rising up and absently scratching
my balls. Not so long to wait to suck the dick of death.
"How big is this Tony's cock?"

"Oh, it's big," Mark said casually as I neared his bed.
"Fat too. I measured him in my mouth and couldn't take
even a third." Mark spread his legs invitingly and said,
"What a turn on, I'm hot just thinking about his big
dick. Got any plans for the next two hours?"

There were ways, a lazy 69 among others, to make the time
pass quickly. I climbed on top and straddled Mark's face,
sighed with pleasure when my balls dropped into his warm
mouth. We serviced each other for a while, unwitting
performers for the guys that assembled by the open door
of our room.

"Showtime fellas," someone called out. "The faggots are
at it again."

Mark and I serviced a dozen guys over the next two hours.
I still had a thick coating of sticky cum on my tongue
and a few pubic hairs stuck between my teeth when the
dick of death arrived a little after five.

"This is Steven, my roommate," Mark said as he closed the
door. "He's a queer too."

Big dick or not, Tony was a hunk.  A queer's walking wet
dream. His T shirt and nylon running shorts were well
filled. Too bad he had to open his mouth and reveal his
empty head.

"You didn' say nothin' 'bout no fuckin' long-haired
roommate, faggot, just twenny fuckin' bucks t' get down
on your fuckin' knees and suck my fuckin' prick again."

"Steven's going to suck it, Tony," Mark said quickly then
turned to me and whispered. "Lend me twenty dollars?"

"No way, Mark! I'm not going to pay to suck a guy's cock.
That's..." I was about to say sick when Tony dropped his
shorts and lowered his jock strap.

There's a story that goes around campus every year about
a guy with a really great body showing it off for a group
of admiring freshman girls. "How big is your chest?" One
of them asks as he takes her hand and places it on his
left pec. "Sixty three inches," the fellow responds. "How
do you measure it?" Another coed queries. "With a tape,"
he replies.

More questions follow about the dimensions of the fellows
massive neck, biceps, forearms, thighs, calves etc., and
how each part gets measured. With a tape is his standard
reply.  One young lovely, a bit put off by this masculine
display, boldly points to his flat crotch, giggles and
asks. "How big is your thing?"

"Three inches," the fellow responds.

"Three inches? the girl says, delighted, thinking she has
taken the wind out of his macho man sails. "You've got a
sixty three inch chest, a twenty three inch neck..." she
recites the impressive size of all of his body parts,
"...and only a three inch cock?"

All the girls are pointing, whispering and laughing at
him now.

"Only a three inch cock, girls?" The coed says again. "A
three inch cock. How ever do you measure that three inch
cock?"

The fellow is unaffected by the laughter directed at him,
and he calmly unties the drawstring of his baggy nylon
jogging shorts. Just before he lets them fall to his feet
he says, "From the floor!"

Tony's dick didn't hang three inches from the floor, only
three inches above his knees. An impressive dick, bigger
by far than any dick I'd ever seen, that drew my queer
eyes and interest.

"It doesn't get much longer when he gets hard," Mark said
as I dropped to my knees for a closer look at the dick of
death. "Only fatter. How about that twenty bucks?"

Tony's flexible cock easily snaked its way through my
mouth and across my tongue, the large spongy head was
firmly lodged in my throat...and then he got hard. I
scrunched down a bit lower and angled my head, filled
with cock and the naive confidence of an eager and overly
optimistic cocksucker that I could swallow the whole
thing.

"You're doing good so far, Mark said, chuckling. "Another
seven inches or so, the really fat part, and you'll have
the whole dick in you."

I felt I could handle the additional length, although
Tony's cock would be exploring new territory in my
throat. It was the width that had me worried. My lips
were already stretched around a thick shaft that was
growing thicker by the second and if Mark wasn't kidding,
the fat part was yet to come.

"Siiiix, fiiiiive, fooouuuur," Mark slowly counted down
the inches of cock still remaining to pass through my
tortured lips.  He sounded worried.  So was I. The pain
was growing worse with every inch and I feared that my
jaw would suffer permanent damage.

"Stop, Tony! You're hurting him," Mark shouted a moment
later.  "There's blood coming out of his mouth."

Mark finished Tony's blow job, swallowed my reward, then
took me to the campus infirmary. Thankfully, my jaw
wasn't broken or dislocated, a small vein had burst in my
esophagus. I thought it best not to answer the doctor's
questions about what I'd been doing or eating when it
happened. Going down on a big cock doc had a poetic ring
to it, but some things are best left unsaid.

"No solid foods for the next week," the nurse explained.
"Your throat is badly inflamed. Warm fluids only, the
creamy protein drinks are good, and gargle twice a day
with a mild saline solution."

"I'll take good care of him," Mark assured the nurse.

Mark did as promised, what a pal I had for a roomie. He
jerked off into my mouth and collected contributions from
all the guys in our dorm. Twice a day he brought me a
glass of warm, salty semen.

"Sperm is pure protein, Steven," he said, pointing out
the clotted white bits suspended in the thick, yellowish
liquid. "Bottoms up, you lucky faggot, this cum cocktail
is just what the doctor ordered."

I drank the semen twice a day for a week. I was fully
recovered, able to eat solid food and suck dick again
before Mark, and most of the college went home for the
Thanksgiving break.

CHAPTER
FOUR

I had no home that I wanted to go home to so I stayed at
school during the break. I was in my room, studying, when
the door suddenly burst open and the dick of death came
marching in.

"Need a fuckin' blow job. Where's the fuckin' faggot?"

One painful experience was enough. My throat couldn't
take another battering. "Mark's not here, Tony. He'll be
back next week."

"You'll do it fuck face," Tony said as he unbuckled,
unsnapped and unzipped. "One faggot's good as another."

Tony stepped out of his pants, he wasn't wearing any
underwear, and made his dick swing back and forth between
his legs. My resolve began to weaken and my mouth began
to water as I watched his swinging dick. Maybe just the
head, I thought. Suck the head and a couple of inches.

One inch followed another, and another, and another until
my mouth and throat was stuffed with dick. I might have
tried to take it all, might have reinjured myself if he
hadn't been so horny.

"Gonna fuckin' blow!" Tony cried out not long into the
blow job.

I might have choked to death too if I hadn't backed off
so that only the head was in my mouth.

"Fuckin' A, faggot," Tony said as he wiped his dick on my
face. He put on his pants and told me to get dressed.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"A fuckin' party," he answered. "Move your fuckin' faggot
ass."

I threw on a pair of jeans and a T shirt. "What kind of
party? Where?" I kept asking. Not much was open during
the vacation. We got into his car and drove to fraternity
row. A keg party at his frat house, I thought. Partly
correct I found out after a few beers with the guys and
gals who hadn't gone home for the holiday.

Tony spread the word about me, I guess, and then the real
party got under way. The party in my cocksucker mouth.
The guys all wanted blow jobs, simple enough, but the
girls all wanted to watch the fag suck dick. That idea
didn't sit too well with some of the guys. Nobody asked
me, the queer, for my opinion during the short discussion
that followed.

"If he was a girl you'd let us watch."

"But he's a fag...it's embarrassing."

"Let's dress him up then," one girl suggested. "He's kind
of cute and he's already got long hair. We can easily
make the fag look like a girl."

The transformation took a while. I shaved my legs and
armpits, and shaped my pubic hair into a small triangle.
The girls did my fingers and toes, alternating pink and
red nail polish, and applied the make-up to my face.

"Is the fag ready yet? We're getting horny out here?" 
  
"Keep your jocks on, boys. We'll be done soon."

Thong panties and a padded bra added to the look, only
the earrings presented a minor, but correctable problem.
"Go ahead and pierce them," I readily agreed in my newly
discovered feminine voice. "I can stand a little pain."

My debut as a female was a smashing success. The guys got
their blow jobs, the girls got to watch me suck a dozen
cocks and later that night I did what all virgin girls
eventually do and gave up my cherry ass.

The first guy to enter me went in so easily, his dick
felt so good that I came before he did. "Next," I cried
out like a cheap slut when he was done. "Who wants to
fuck me next?"

The all did of course, repeatedly, until my ass was so
filled with cum that I squished when I walked.  "Where's
Tony?" I asked. He was the only guy that hadn't fucked me
at least once.

"Over here you fuckin' faggot." The dick of death was
nursing a long neck. "What the fuck you want?"

"Would you fuck me, Tony? Please?"

"Stick this up your fuckin' ass." He handed me the bottle
of beer. "I'll fuck you when it's empty."

The warm beer flowed into my bowels and out again with
the semen of a dozen guys. The sticky mess coated my
inner thighs, but enough remained inside me to ease the
penetration of Tony's baseball bat cock.

"Get it up there, faggot," He said, slapping my ass.
"Gonna come outta your fuckin' mouth."

I pushed back onto his cock and his pubes against my ass
told me I had it all. Somebody shoved a dick in my mouth
and impaled on two cocks, the party and my life as a
pussy boy began anew.