Date: Sun, 26 Jan 2003 05:10:29 +0000
From: Bart Marshall <captainx114@hotmail.com>
Subject: Helping Out a Friend - Part 5 (College, Authoritarian)

The problems didn't start right away.  They couldn't have.  Mark was always
off with his girlfriend so Derek and Jake didn't have anything to worry
about.  Sure, sometimes, Mark would stumble in very late at night--or worse
early in the morning, like two hours before I was supposed to wake up for
class--and wake me up with a cock in the face.  But if I was just sleeping
anyway, what harm did it do to Derek?  He still owned me.  Mark may have
said that he owned me in principle (and he certainly thought it), but in
action, it was Derek who owned my mouth.

And he sure did use it.

Derek woke up at 10:15 every morning for his 11:00 class.  It was my job to
be kneeling next to his bed at 10:10.  Now, I had a class from 9:00 to 10:00
but I could usually just make it to his room on time.  But I was always
cutting it close.  After arriving late three times, Derek made me drop the
class.  He said I had to think about my priorities.

I would kneel by the bed and wait for his alarm to go off.  The minute it
did, I had to shut it off so that it wouldn't disturb Jake, who never had
class before noon.  Then I would fold down the covers, revealing Derek's
body.  He slept naked.  His piss-hard cock always pointed straight up at the
ceiling.  At this point he was starting to stir.  Then I would climb onto
the bed and lower my mouth onto the head of his cock, slowly, gently.  I
would stay there, just holding the mushroom head in my mouth for a few
minutes.  Then I would feel the familiar force of his hands on my head.
Then it would start.

His morning piss.  So much more acrid and tangy than any other piss from any
other time of day.  His morning piss shot through his hard cock and hosed
down my mouth.  I would gulp quickly, sucking it all down.  This usually
lasted a little under a minute.  When the stream ended, I would start
bobbing up and down on his long cock, milking it gently.  He would most of
the time still be lying back nearly comatose.  The blowjob was supposed to
wake him up.  I could never see how it did because he just lay there
motionless, getting his cock sucked.  Until just before he blew his load
down my waiting throat.  Then he would suddenly sit up and grab my head
forcefully.  Then he would slam my face down into his pelvis repeatedly.  He
liked to control the pace right before he came.  He would shove his cock
completely into my throat until I was smelling the night's sweat on his
pubes.  Then without warning he would shoot gallons of hot cum down my
throat.  After the first few spurts he liked me to suck in hard.  He liked
to feel like the life was being sucked out of him.  When his balls were
drained, he would slide his cock out of my mouth with a pop, say "Good
morning, faggot," and rush off to get dressed and go to class.

It was one of those mornings and I was sitting on Derek's bed, resting after
working his cock for twenty minutes.  I looked over at Jake, sleeping in his
boxers.  It must have been a hot night because he was sleeping on top of his
comforter.  His cock made a circus tent in his boxers.  I licked my lips,
thinking about sucking that meat later that day.

Jake's eye popped open.  He looked at me for a moment and then smirked.

"Morning, faggot."

"Morning, Jake."

He reached a hand into his boxers and grabbed a hold of his dick.  "Were you
doing what I thought you were?"  I didn't answer.  I just looked down.
"Checking out my cock?  As if you don't get enough?"

I was so embarrassed.  "I am so sorry, Jake.  It won't happen again."

He looked at me again.  "Come here, cocksucker.  I wanna try something."

I got out of Derek's bed and kneeled by the side of Jake's bed.  He swung
his legs off the edge so that I was sitting between them.  His pelvis was
less than a foot from my face.  His cock slipped through the fly of his
boxer.  He chuckled.  "Guess somebody wants a good morning kiss."

I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth.  I slid down on it until the
entire shaft was in my throat.  Then I pulled away until just the head
rested on my lips.  Then I sucked in hard and took the whole shaft again.  I
repeated this for a few minutes until he grabbed my head and, like Derek,
slammed into me all the way and pulled out rapidly.  He pumped his cock in
and out for thirty seconds and then emptied a load into my belly.  His cock
was so far down my throat that I couldn't taste any of his cum.  He pulled
out and rubbed his cock all over my face.

He laughed.  "Now open wide."  Then he shot his morning piss into my throat.
  I swallowed it down.  When it ended he looked at me.

"Derek gets the pee out first, then the head?"

I nodded.

"I should tell him how nice it is to get the cum out, then piss down the
faggot's throat."