Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2012 14:12:06 -0800 (PST)
From: Take Notice <notice.take@yahoo.com>
Subject: G; 'Southern Hospitality Part 4' {Rodney Jake} (M MM 1st anal ws bear coll fat hair  ) [4! ]

I woke up the next day, and my hung-over mind started to piece together
what had happened last night.  My throat was sore from being skull fucked
by his thick cock for an hour straight.  I ran my fingers across my lips,
which were swollen and chapped.  To be honest, part of me considered
requesting a room transfer that morning.  Problem was, all room transfer
requests had to go through Simon.  The crazy part was that I actually
considered it.  But in the end, going up to the guy who had seen me
dripping in Andrew's cum last night, and asking with chapped lips and a
raspy voice if I could get a room transfer.

Not that that was the only thing on my mind.  Part of me knew that I
liked what had happened last night, even that I wanted more.  Things were
moving too fast.   That much was certain.  But for some reason, i wasn't
ready to stop.  I thought of Andrew's hairy belly, of his massive body.
His thick cock that seemed to have an endless supply of cum.  I thought
of how he talked to me.  How he had called me a bitch, a slut.  Even that
he had called me a girl.  To my surprise, just thinking about it had my
cock rock hard, dripping in precum as it tented my underwear out under
the covers.  I rubbed around the base of it, thinking again of Andrew as
he pumped my face with his cock last night.  As I softly stroked my cock,
the door flew open and Andrew walked in.  I quickly rolled over and
pretended to be asleep.

"Well don't let me interrupt you" he laughed.  I rolled over, rubbing my
eyes, pretending to be just waking up.  "Oh come on, don't act like you
weren't just rubbing that little thing you call a cock while you thought
of me jamming my dick down your throat.  I have photographic evidence
that we're way past that point my friend.  Now get the fuck down here, we
need to talk."  I blushed red at his taunts, but swung my legs over the
side of the bed and jumped down.  He smirked, "pathetic," as he looked at
my hardon in my pants.  I went to put a shirt on and he said, "Don't
worry you won't be needing that."  I hesitated, then dropped it.

Suddenly he got serious.  "Sit."  I sat on the edge of his bed and he
stood in front of me, looking down.  "We need to lay down some rules."

"Rules?"  I was already apprehensive.  For some reason I felt like I was
in trouble.

"Yeah bitch, rules."  He pulled his t-shirt over his head, once again
bringing his massive hairy body into view, and his chest, with huge
nipples, and stretched out aureolas.  His stomach hung over the waste
band of his sweatpants as he kicked of his sneakers.  "You see, when I
moved in here I have to be honest, I didn't immediately peg you to be the
faggot you are.  See I thought you might be a man, someone I could find
chicks with, party with.  But now that we both know you're a cocksucker,
there are a few new rules that should have been lain down from the
beginning."

I was embarrassed by his comments, but could feel my cock getting so hard
it almost hurt.  I kept listening.  I watched as his package, which I
knew swung so heavily between those giant legs, came into view as he
dropped his pants and stepped out of them.  "Hey bitch, I'm up here."  I
blushed again and looked into his eyes.  "Rule number one, you don't wear
clothes in this room unless I tell you to."  I sat, thinking what this
would mean for me, for the next year of my life.  Was I really going to
do this?  Was I really going to be the bitch of a hairy 270 lb kid from
Alabama?  "Did I tell you to wear fucking clothes?"

I looked up confused. Then, realizing he was referring to my underwear, I
stood up, turned my back to him, and slowly began to lower them.  I could
hear him smiling as he spoke, "Well look who's got a shy side.  Believe
me, there's no point being modest."  I realized he was right, then turned
to face him.  "Now, rule number two, you do what I say.  At all times."
This worried me, but he quickly added, "Don't worry bitch, you'll have
plenty of time to do your homework and tend to whatever other womanly
needs you may have."  He laughed at his joke.  "I don't want my cockslut
dropping out of school cuz she can't keep her grades up while sucking my
dick."

"Rule number three, when you're out of this room, you will no longer be
wearing your underwear."  He opened my drawer and began throwing my
underwear in the garbage.  I stood up to object.

"Come on man, what am I going to wear?" I tried to get around him, but he
just held me off with one of his arms.

Andrew continued to go through my hamper, and finally, threw out the pair
I just took off.  "Jesus calm down," he said laughing.  "I'm not going to
leave you in the lurch.  I've got plenty of stuff for you to wear."  I
was confused, and immediately knew this wouldn't be good.  "I just found
out that bitch Rachel's been messing around on me with some high school
kid so I dumped her ass."  I was confused at how this related to me not
having underwear.  "Good news for you is that I have six pairs of her
underwear that she left here."  I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
He reached into the trash can and pulled out a pair of my old underwear
"See these were designed for men.  See this pouch, that's where a man's
cock is supposed to go.   No, you'll be much better off in these."  He
reached into his drawer and pulled out some women's underwear.  Rachel
really must have been a slut because it was all pretty skimpy.  "The
funny thing is, you guys are about the same size."  He slapped my ass and
tossed me a red thong.  "This should fit you a lot better.  Put it on."
I didn't even resist as I slid it up over my legs.  Surprisingly, it fit
well around my round ass.

"Fourth rule, you don't get to call me Andrew.  That's what my friends
call me.  You get to call me Papi."  He laughed.  This was so degrading.
  My stomach was in knots.

He walked, completely naked except for his tube socks, over to the bed
and laid down.  "Now get over here and start sucking Papi's cock."  I was
in a trance as I wandered over to the bed, and took his semi-hard cock
into my mouth.  I worked him slow and, despite my throat being sore,
managed to get his hardening cock into my throat more easily than I had
the night before.  "Jesus bitch you really are a natural born cock
sucker.  The improvement since last night is astounding.  Did you dream
of me or something?"  He laughed as he shifted his weight onto his side
and started humping my mouth.  I laid limply as he pounded me, moaning
loudly as usual.  "Yeah bitch, suck my fucking cock."  He laid back onto
his back, and pulled me up so that I was straddling his waste.  He rocked
me back and forth, his cock rubbing against the crotch of the thong I was
wearing.  His thick fingers slid up my sides and started pawing at my
nipples, pinching and twisting them as he dry humped me.  He smiled.
"With Rachel off getting plowed by high schoolers I'm going to have a lot
more energy for you.  Hope you can handle it."  He cupped my ass with one
hand and I felt one of his fingers probing at my asshole with the other.
"Things may have to move a littler faster than planned."

I was nervous.  Sucking cock was one thing.  But I had certainly not
planned to lose my virginity to a 270 lb man while wearing a lace thong
getting called a slut.  He saw my hesitation and, maybe giving me a
break, said "not right now.  Later."  Then, he rolled me off of him, onto
my back and slid me down the bed.  He positioned his ass above my face
and hovered it there.  I tried to squirm away, but he held me in place
laughing.  Then he said "Oh my god I can't believe this.  You have no
luck at all.  Hold on?"   His face scrunched up and suddenly a loud fart
ripped out.  I tried not to breathe, something I would soon regret.
"Christ, you think that's bad."  He lowered his ass onto my face and
started grinding it.  My face was buried in his sweaty crack and my nose
was jammed up against his asshole.  "Lick it bitch."

I felt his hand start rubbing my dick through the thong and immediately I
began to lick.  I licked his crack up and down. He was moaning as he
perched above me.  "Yeah there you go bitch.  Don't be afraid to really
get in there."  I started probing his asshole with my tongue.  This went
on for about ten minutes as he moaned.  Then, he rolled over, positioned
his cock above my mouth and started humping it in and out at a fast
rate.  I laid still except for one hand rubbing my cock through the thong
as he drilled me repeatedly, his massive pelvis coming down again and
again onto my face.  "Here I come bitch.  Do you want it?"  I nodded as
best I could.  "Tell me what you want."

"I want you're cum papi.  Please give me your cum."  I felt his balls
tighten up and waited to feel the familiar sensation of his cock spewing
cum into my throat.

But just as i tasted the first stream of cum, he pulled it out of me
groaning "You're gonna take it to the face slut.  Jerk my cock."  I
reached up and pumped his dick as it spewed semen out over my hair and
face.  It dripped down in large gobs as he continued to shoot, now on my
chest and underwear.  Once again, he crammed his softening cock into my
mouth for a cleaning.  He reached to his desk, and once again brought out
his phone.  "For memories," he snapped a picture of me between his legs,
hair and face dripping with jizz, my own cock tenting out in the red
thong.  He laughed.  "Priceless."  He stood up, and pulled a pair of
sweatpants on, not bothering with underwear or a shirt.  I lay, covered
in cum, over the dried cum stain from last night.  My cock was still
throbbing.  Andrew sat down onto the couch, his belly hanging over his
lap in front of him.  His belly hairs were matted to his skin, likely
from a mixture of sweat and dried cum.

I didn't know what to do.  Andrew addressed my confusion though, "There's
one more rule I didn't tell you about."  Oh what's next  I wondered, half
of me dreading it, half of me genuinely curious.  "If you're gonna be my
bitch then you're gonna be my bitch.  I don't fuck men."  I wondered what
he was referring to.  He leaned over, opened his desk drawer, and pulled
out a women's razor and some shaving cream.  "I picked these up for you
this morning.  I think you know what to do."

I looked at them then back at him.  "You want me to shave my pubes?"

He looked at me and without even making eye contact he said casually,
"Neck down."  I felt a chill.

"Andrew, I can't do that.  People will see that I have shaved legs.
They'll think I want to be a chick or something."

He looked at me seriously.  "Who the fuck are you calling Andrew?"

"Oh, Papi.  I'm sorry." I couldn't believe the situation I was in.
Classes hadn't even begun yet and I was begging my new roommate to let me
keep my body hair while wearing a red thong, my face covered in his
drying cum.  "Please Papi."

He laughed again and stood up.  "Listen, you'd be lucky for people to
think you want to be a chick.  Because the fact is, you don't want to be
a chick.  You are a chick.  Now get the fuck in that shower and shave
your fucking hair off before I do it for you."  Thinking of all of the
pictures he had of me, I knew I didn't have much choice.  I reached to
grab a kleenex and started rubbing his cum off of my body when he said.
"Leave it.  Get going."

I stepped out into the hallway, ran quickly into the bathroom where, ONCE
AGAIN, I found Simon standing in front of the mirror, picking his
braces.  Thankfully, the towel around my waste concealed my thong, but I
know he saw the pink razor in my hand as I passed.  I quickly jumped
behind the shower curtain and turned on the water.  I could hear him
shuffling around when suddenly he said, "Kyle are you OK?"

I tried to sound as casual as possible, "Yeah everything's fine.  I'm
having a great time down here so far.  Everyone's great."

Simon responded awkwardly, "Really?  You're having a great time? And
everything's cool with Andrew?"

"Yeah everything's great.  We get along fine."

Simon seemed to be satisfied with my answers, responding "Well I guess
that's good.  As long as you're fine I'm fine.  Glad you're enjoying
yourself?  I guess."  I couldn't have been happier when he finally left.

In the shower, I slowly lathered myself up and began to shave.  It took
about an hour and fifteen minutes, but by the end, I was completely
hairless.  Fortunately, I don't grow much body hair, so a lot of the job
was done for me.  I debated shaving my asshole.  Part of me knew Andrew
would find out if I didn't.  Rather than anger him, I decided to just do
it.  When I was done, I rinsed off and turned off the water.  I dried
with the towel, and then slowly began running my hands over my smooth
hairless body.  My cock began to harden and, knowing he'd want me to,
pulled the red thong back up and over my ass.  To be honest part of me
felt pretty sexy.  I even shook it a little before wrapping the towel
around my waste.

When I stepped out of the shower and in front of the mirror my heart
almost stopped.  Suddenly, I realized what had Simon so uncomfortable
(besides me being coated in some mysterious substance for the second
night in a row).  My lips were so swollen and red it almost looked like I
was wearing lipstick.  And above my eyes, right across my forehead in
permanent marker it read "Andrew's Slut."

FUCK.