Date: Thu, 10 Dec 2015 20:27:39 +0000
From: Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
Subject: Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch part 2

Becoming my Flatmates' Bitch

By Brian Porter <birdflies@outlook.com>
M/m/M+, college, cum, reluctance, non-reciprocation, mild domination
(one-way sex).
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Part 02

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After that stupid thing I did with Brian, or better saying, that he made me
do, I decided not to talk to him and avoid his presence. It wasn't easy,
mainly because he didn't ask to be moved out as he said he would. He kept
being a jerk and walking on his briefs in the house, but he would wear
pants and t-shirts when Adam (my other flatmate) was around. Brian was
really trying to piss me off. Out of the apartment, my life was pretty much
normal as I maintained my routine. I had classes during the day and, on my
free time, I'd go to the indoor pool at the gym to swim and check out the
chicks on their sexy swimsuits. However, in one of these days when I was
about to finish my swimming practice, I noticed a guy staring at me. He had
a body similar to Brian, maybe even a bit bigger. He had a light brown
skin, brown eyes and hair, and very white teeth that I could easily see
because he wouldn't stop smiling at me. He was wearing only small running
shorts, which made visible the huge package he had between his muscled
legs. What the hell was I looking at? And why was he staring at me when we
had so many chicks around to look at? I decided to leave, so I got out of
the pool and when I moved to my chair to pick up my towel I felt someone
coming to my side.

`You have such a nice bubble ass. I'd love to feel it. What you say?' this
masculine voice asked from behind.

I looked behind to find the guy who was staring at me before, still smiling
like an idiot. I didn't know this guy but I already hated him.

`Is this a fucking joke? Why don't you feel your mother's ass, fucking
faggot?' I replied trying to demonstrate all my anger at the moment.

`Well, I heard you are the faggot. And as I don't mind fucking faggots, I'd
love to fuck you' he said still smiling and with such a confidence that
maybe he thought I'd just say yes and take him to the locker room for a
quick fuck. But this wasn't the worst part. What did he mean when he said
`I heard'?

`Wait a minute... You said you heard someone saying I'm a fag?'

How could someone be telling guys I don't know that I'm a fag? I've never
given intimacy to anyone to talk about me with these words. I was really
reserved and had a very small group of highly selected friends.

`Yeah, not with these words but that's what happened' he replied once again
with that stupid smile on his big face.

I didn't want or need to hear anything else from him coz there was only one
person in the world who would be gossiping about my sexuality with people I
don't know. And looking at that guy for one last time, I was more than sure
that he was definitely playing rugby. The sport Brian bragged about being
the captain. I felt like I could kill my flat mate, and if he didn't have
any good excuse or a very convincing apology I think I would really make
something stupid.

I picked up my stuff and turned away, leaving the pool towards the locker
room where I quickly changed to winter clothes without even taking a
shower. I crossed the campus decided to have the biggest fight of my life
and nothing would make me change my mind. When I got back to the apartment
I went straight to Brian's room, but when I opened the door I saw nobody
there. The flat was completely empty but I was so angry I wish I had
someone to yell or swear, anything. If not I'd definitely explode. I sat on
the couch in the living room and decided to wait for Brian. I don't know
for how long I was there when I lied down thinking I could take a nap
before talking with Brian. When I was about to sleep I saw someone opening
the door and Brian getting in, wearing a jacket, scarf, jeans and holding
some books. He was definitely coming back from classes. He sorta pretended
he didn't see me and moved towards his room when I asked him to stop.

`What do you want?' he asked holding the doorknob to his room.

`I need to talk to you' Damn it! I wasn't angry anymore. I wasn't even
thinking about killing him as I did before. All the waiting made me too
relaxed and sleepy. But I still wanted to know what the hell he was doing
talking about me to his friends. Even worse, saying I was a fag, which I
wasn't.

`One of your friends came to me at the pool today saying shit...' I
explained.

`Saying what?' he asked visibly annoyed and pretending he didn't have the
slightest idea of what I was talking about.

I was feeling a bit uncomfortable as I started talking about that again,
but there was no other way to explain the situation. `He was saying I got a
nice ass and that I was a fag'. I couldn't believe I was saying that to him
as if it was the most common thing to chat about.

`Well, I don't understand what's the problem. You do have a very nice ass
and, as long as you've showed to me, you're a fag indeed'

`I told you I ain't a fag' I said, feeling that fire slowly burning inside
of me again.

`I don't care for whatever you say. You dig me and my cock, you
shithole. You even stroke me till I came in my pants and I still had to
clean the mess you made. So I should be the one angry here' he yelled,
pointing his finger to my face.

In fact, I think that at that moment he was angrier than me so the fire
that was gradually burning inside of me disappeared.

`You're really a dick head' I said calmly trying not to make him even
angrier. `What the hell do you want for me to prove I'm no fag? I already
jerked you and I didn't get hard'

`See? Now you admit you jerked me. All that bullshit that oh, you made me
do this' he yelled trying to imitate me by changing his voice as if I
talked like a girl. After a few seconds of silence, as I didn't know what
to say, he opened the door of his room then invited me in.

I went after him and there he was sitting on his chair facing me, his legs
spread open whilst he looked upset. `You want to prove me you ain't a fag
and stop me from telling everyone that you are a fag? So now let's do this
right. You come over here and hold my dick like the last time. You stay
limp and that's all. If you don't get a hardon after touching me like the
last time then I'll know you don't dig my body and my big cock. But! But!
If you become hard then I'll know you're a bitchy fag who can't wait to be
fucked and screwed by me and the whole rugby team. Got it?'

I don't know why but this time I didn't give a shit. Why should I? I knew I
wasn't a fag. `Ok then, is that what you want? Fair enough'

I went to where he was, stopped right in front of him, bend over a little
bit and touched his dick over the jeans. `Here you are. And I'm not
touching myself, see?' I said raising my left hand up `And I'm still limp,
see? No hardon, nothing! Convinced now?'

`I said like the last time, bitch' He continued talking really pissed.  `We
weren't like this last time, were we? I'm not even hard myself. Let's go to
your room, you put on a nice porn so I can get hard and then we continue
exactly like we did last time.'

I wasn't objecting. I'd do whatever to make him believe I wasn't a fag. I
went back to my room, sat on my chair and clicked on some old porn I had
there. I don't remember which video I was opening, I wasn't interested at
all. Anything would go as far as I had this over once and for all. I heard
him stepping into my room and moving towards me.

`Can I sit?' he said as he stood by my side, now removing his jacket, but
keeping a long sleeve shirt and his jeans.

I didn't say a word. I just stood up and let him sit on my chair to watch
the video. I think there was a girl being finger fucked by a guy as she
sucked another one. Whatever. As I said, I only wanted to finish this
misunderstanding. After a few minutes, I saw Brian rubbing his dick over
his jeans while the woman was being fucked on the screen. I thought Brian
was hard enough at that moment coz despite the thick jeans I could see the
outline of his hard huge cock. When I was already tired of waiting, he
turned the chair to face me again.

`Ok. Now you touch me as the last time' he stated now emotionless.

I approached him again and put my hand on his crotch, rubbed his dick and
then pressed my hand against it, but he didn't seem happy.

`You fucking kidding me? That's not like the last time' he said visibly
angry again. `Last time you were surrounding my dick with your hand. No one
would ever get hard only by rubbing another guy's dick like this. What do
you think I am? Now tell me what's the difference between now and last
time'

`You weren't wearing jeans' that was the first difference I thought about
and the most obvious one.

`Fair enough' he said as he started unbuttoning his jeans.

`So you go and wear sweatpants like the other day'

`I got no sweatpants because you made me cum on that one. It's still to be
washed'

`So there's no way for us to keep with this' I said crossing my arms as he
stood up and unzipped his jeans.

`Quit the bullshit. I'm wearing my boxer shorts' he put his fingers into
the waistband of his jeans and pushed it a little bit down showing a huge
hard on (bigger than what I had imagined) under his undies. That was really
big, I felt so intimidated and awkward. I just couldn't touch that.

`I'm not touching your dick like that. This is different from last time' I
stated still arms crossed staring at Brian who was still serious and angry
as if all that was happening was my fault. All the situation made me forget
about the reason why we were there going through this again. I only wanted
him to stop talking about me to his friends and I was trapped into touching
him. It obviously makes no sense but he convinced me that everything
happened only because I provoked him. I almost felt like apologizing
instead of yelling at him.

`Man, stop making excuses. You're so full of shit. It's the same
thing. There's still something between your hand and my meat. It's not like
you are touching me. Are you chickening?' he asked staring me straight in
the eyes.

To the hell with that shit, I got closer to him and put my hand around his
dick. I was impressed that even without the sweatpants I still could barely
close my hand around that.

He slowly sat back on the chair as I held his dick with my right hand. `So
how long do I have to keep doing this?'

`This is still not like the last time. Your other hand' he grabbed my left
arm `put it on my leg'

I lifted my hand and rested it on his left thigh.

`It was closer to my balls' he said expecting me to move my hand closer to
his crotch.

`Whatever' I put it closer to his balls, then I said `Now it's the same,
right? And I'm still not hard'

`Of course it's not the same. Last time you were jerking me off. How do you
wanna prove something only by holding my dick? Put your hands to work and
pump my meat, bitch'

`No, I didn't jerk you off. You made me do that' I protested, but didn't
remove my hands from his lap.

`Man, you confessed minutes ago that you did that. Do you wanna do this or
not? Coz if you don't, just leave me alone and don't complain about
anything anymore. I'm just tired of you'

I felt there was no way to convince him otherwise. Already feeling that
there was really nothing else I could do to change that situation I started
pumping his meat up and down.

`For how long?' I asked disgusted.

`Just like the last time. I told you already. Make me cum and don't get
yourself hard and we have a deal'

Shit. If that was the deal so I'd go till the end. I was already holding
his dick anyway. However, I did notice that now it wasn't exactly like the
last time. Instead of having his hands over mine, he had them over his head
enjoying the pleasure I was giving him. He was definitely not making me do
anything, I was doing everything myself.

`Hold tighter, your hand is too loose. And work your left hand on my balls
as well, don't leave it there doing nothing' Brian instructed me.

I did as he told me and I knew I was doing it right when I heard him
moaning. I knew that the fastest I finished that, the fastest I'd be free
to go and I'd be finally done with him. I decided to kneel down and make it
right, but before going down he held me.

`Wait. We still got a problem' he said looking me in the eyes.

`What now?'

`How can I know you ain't getting a bonner if you are wearing those jeans?
Take'm off'

`What?' I couldn't believe my ears. I couldn't be half naked there while I
held his dick over his briefs.

`Yeah man, otherwise this will be all in vain. I'll still say you're a
bitchy fag. How would I know you didn't get hard?'

Extremely tired of arguing with him, I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out
of them, now wearing only my t-shirt and my briefs. `See? Completely limp'
I said showing my crotch to him.

`Ok, let's see how it goes. Now keep doing your faggy thing'

I wouldn't argue anymore. I just kneeled down again and started jerking him
with my right hand whilst my left caressed his balls. I could see he was
really enjoying that. The scene on the computer was already over and he
didn't seem to care. He had his arms over his head and the eyes
closed. From time to time he would open them to check if I was getting
hard. Whenever I saw he had opened his eyes, I would try my best to show
him I wasn't. It didn't take too long for him to shake again and drench his
briefs with whitey and thick cum. I removed my hands as fast as I could so
I wouldn't touch it, and fortunately I didn't. I stood up proud of myself
as he was still recovering from his orgasm.

`I saw it moving' he said pointing to my crouch and recovering his breath.

`What? No way, I was limp the whole time. I swear. I showed it to you all
the time' I was about to show him my dick but he yelled I should stop
`Don't show me your shit. I don't wanna see it. I don't see other guys'
dicks. But I did see yours moving inside your briefs. Don't try to fool
me. Every time you touch me you get more and more aroused'

`That's not true. I'm exactly like the last time, you're just trying to
make up excuses to say I'm a fag. I touched you, stroked you and I'm still
limp. That's proof enough for me'

`But it's not for me' he stated as he stood up and got out of my room.

I was getting really pissed as he was just making a fool out of me. I sat
on my chair and closed the videos. I decided to get out and calm down when
he appeared again at my door, and, to my surprise, wearing sweatpants
(after saying he didn't have any). He put his cum covered wet briefs over
my desk and ordered `this time you clean the mess you've done' and went
back to his room. I was so angry, but there wasn't much I could do. I
carefully took his briefs with the tips of my fingers and threw on my
basket of dirty clothes and went out.

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End of part 02

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