Becoming my flatmates' bitch – part 23
By Brian Porter birdflies@outlook.com
m/M, CFNM, college, reluctance, cum drinking, non-reciprocation, mild domination (one-way sex).
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Hi, everyone! I'd like to apologize for disappearing for so long. I've been through a difficult moment of my life. Depressed, mostly. I just couldn't write anything that pleased me, although I kept trying. Just couldn't finish anything. Now I'm moving on, and I think I'm getting back to normal. I have a lot of plans, which still include the book and a website that I'm developing. So, I present the next chapter of `becoming my flatmates' bitch' Hope you all enjoy! I know I haven't answered e-mails, but I'm back to business, and it includes answering them. Hope you send me e-mails to keep me going. This time, hopefully, with no breakdowns. Please, do send me e-mails. Cheers!
I slept very well that night given everything I've been through the day before. I'd lie if I said I dreamt of Adam and his big dick. My dreams are never that obvious, but I did see phallic symbols and other stuff that made me aware of my excitement. A simple reason surrounded my aura: I had cum. Many variables can be associated with that. Such as I came from anal stimulation, my dick was caged, I came more than once by being fucked by another guy. To sum it up, I liked that. The issue is I considered myself straight. That was wrong, and the feeling of guilt woke me up. The world would be so much easier if we just accepted things we like or dislike without prejudice. But that's an ideal place we'll probably never know. Human beings are very complex, and I was complicated too. I thought I knew a lot about life, but I was still just a naïve apprentice.
When I opened my eyes, I saw the sunlight that bathed the flat's common space entering my now doorless room. In my mind, the light came to reaffirm that I was now vulnerable and in my flatmates' hands. I remembered something about `three times.' Yes, Adam said he'd fuck me three times before asking Brian to free my dick from that cage. My hands wandered again to where I once had pubic hair, and there I found the metal surrounding my meat. My smooth balls, my hairless crack, my swollen asshole. The simple touch of my finger brought back memories. That was becoming an erogenous area of my body, which was driving me crazy. Although swollen, it was hungry. I needed to cum. I felt like I had years of accumulated jizz, forcing its way through my body, looking for a way to get out of me. My finger pressing my prostate was just what I needed.
`No! Soon I'll be free again. Hang on there, and you'll be alright. Soon all of this will be over' I promised myself. A promise I didn't know whether I could maintain or not.
I think that that voice was scratching only the surface of what I felt. Deeper inside, I heard another voice I wanted to suppress. `Don't finger yourself now coz soon Adam will be fucking you again, and that will feel way better.'
In one aspect, these two voices agreed with each other: I was, in fact, waiting for Adam. He'd free me – whatever that meant.
In the moment of my reverie, I heard voices coming from the living room. Brian and Kurt were talking and probably getting ready to leave. They were murmuring, which was weird since Brian wasn't the kind of person who'd murmur. He was more like the yelling type. I closed my eyes to pretend I was sleeping as if it would change anything. If they wanted me awake, they'd put me up in two seconds. Thankfully, that wasn't their intention. They were gone, and I felt alone again.
Well, I wasn't that alone. Not too long after Brian and Kurt left, I heard Adam walking around. My heart was beating fast. Was he coming to my room? I didn't know if I wanted to pretend I was sleeping or if I'd stand up and talk to him. I need to have my dick back' I kept telling myself. It was taken away from me, and I have the right to get it back.'
And so I waited till I heard him zipping up his jacket. `What the fuck?' I thought. I needed to know what he wanted from me. Not very sure of what I was doing, I stood up and walked to the doorframe, from a place I could see him, but he couldn't see me very well.
"You going out?" I asked the obvious.
"Yeah, got stuff to do" he answered in a very nice way. Brian would've said something like `no, bitch. I'm dressing up to fuck your mother in the toilet.'
My heart was beating even faster. My mouth was moving, but I couldn't hear my voice until I finally spoke: "You said you'd get Brian to free me... you know..."
"Oh, that. Yeah. But before that I said I'd fuck you three times, right? Can't you wait?"
He was very direct as usual. He was this kind of person. Once he told me an old friend of his taught him how to be like that, a guy who used to be a bodybuilder.
I think he saw hesitation in my movements. My body not responding to my brain, a lot of tension around me. I obviously couldn't wait. I just fucking needed to jerk off.
"Listen" he continued, "I can't now. But, I'll tell you what" and he went to the kitchen. He was messing around, looking for something into plastic bags till he came back, now into my room. In his hand, there was a bag with about a dozen carrots inside. "I'll tell you what. You fuck yourself with one of these. You choose whichever you want. You can cum as many times as you want. It'll count as one fuck, then only two more to go. What d'you say?"
"I dunno. I don't want to do that?" I mumbled.
"You sure? It's not as nice as my dick, but it'll make you feel better. Trust me" he finally handed me the bag. "Anyway, it's up to you. If you do, I'll know. You can't fool me. And if you do, then only two more to go. I swear."
"I'll see..."
"Listen, you can wait for me if you want. It'll just take longer. As I said, it's up to you."
Maybe, deep inside, I felt a bit rejected as he decided to let me fuck myself with a carrot instead of fucking me. Was this his plan? To make me feel like being fucked by him? I was dancing in the dark, as usual.
I didn't answer. Adam turned away and left me with the bag of carrots. Just before closing the door, he took a last look at me and said: "but put a condom on it, ok? You don't want it to break inside of you. I have condoms in the top drawer. Then throw the carrot away."
I looked at my hands. What was going on with me? How far was I going? I was considering whether I'd do as suggested. I was unconsciously trying to choose which carrot to use. I couldn't feel more useless. But as I thought better, I realized it'd be less embarrassing to just use the carrot than having Adam fucking me again. It'd be one less time with him on top of me. I also knew I couldn't fool him. Adam was smart. I had to get one of those carrots inside me.
I walked in straps to his room and got a package of condoms. In the kitchen, I placed the bag on the sink and looked at them carefully. All of them seemed big to me. For a moment, I wondered why someone would buy that many big carrots? My hands touched each one of them. The difference was very small. Knowing the choice wouldn't make any difference, I picked the first one I found.
What was I doing? I couldn't help but ask myself this question repeatedly. I slid the condom on the carrot till I got only the bottom unwrapped. I made it easier for me because I started from the part that was thinner, and left the thicker out. I remembered I needed lube, so I went after it in Adam's room. He had left it on his bedside table, to make it clear he'd used it a day before.
I guess I looked like a teenage girl preparing to lose her virginity. A horny girl who'd spend time choosing what to use for the special moment. I spread the gooey liquid on the condom-covered carrot and wasted a few minutes choosing which position to be when proceeding with the plan. I thought that on my fours could hurt my arms, so maybe laying on my back, with legs on the air would be a better option.
I got the carrot and felt the cold tip touching my pucker. It was clearly not a dick. It was harder, colder, even weirder than Adam's dick or fingers. Plus, I couldn't see what I was doing, but only guess. I decided I simply couldn't look in the mirror while doing that. Humiliation was already enough this way.
I pressed the carrot, and I felt the tip moving into my anus. Surprise took me as I notice how easily it penetrated me. I expected my hole would fight it back, but it embraced the intruder. The surprise gave in to more penetration, as my hand pulled the carrot deeper inside. I realized why Adam said he'd find out if I hadn't used the carrot. He wanted me to use it until I felt swollen, till my hole was open and deflowered by the vegetable.
In and out, I adjusted the pacing to how comfortable I felt. But I wasn't enjoying it. The carrot didn't have the right girth; it was too hard, my G-spot wasn't being massaged as Adam did so expertly. Now and then, I'd touch my hole with my fingers and feel how open it was. I decided to continue with the carrot fucking till I felt my hole was large enough. This way, Adam would be able to touch me and know I'd done what he wanted.
The mechanical rhythm wasn't pleasing either. My muscles contracted, and the intrusion was getting unpleasing. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on something else. The carrot was almost entirely buried in me. I rotated it, but I didn't feel much difference. I think that more than choosing the right object to self-fuck, the most important is to know what you're doing, and I didn't. I tried rotating from left to right, then right to left, but still...
"What the fuck?" I heard that voice coming from my door.
I opened my eyes to find Kurt looking at me. Fuck! Brian should be with him. That was the first thing I thought, `what Brian's gonna say?'
"This is... nothing" I had no idea what I could say. How do you explain something like this?
Kurt walked into the room and got the carrot that was still deep into my intestine. The emptiness filled the gap I felt without it in me. I sat down on my bed as I observed Kurt. He got the condom out and took a long-lasting look at the carrot. Was it too big?
"All of them were the same... size" I answered even when no question had been made.
"This is Brian's. I think he'd make a cake" and he laughed like a horse. "Well, I can say you were trying to squeeze the juice out of it."
"Please, don't tell Brian..."
"Tell me what?" and he appeared behind Kurt. Fuck! Could anything get worse?
"Chad was getting the juice out of your carrot" Kurt kept laughing.
"What d'you mean? What were you doing?" he asked me.
"Nothing..." I tried to think of something smarter to say, but I had nothing to say.
"So, show me how you do nothing," and he was trying to give me the carrot back.
"I can't. I mean, it can break"
"What the hell is going on here?" Brian asked again to Kurt and me. "Can anyone explain why I'm holding a carrot in the bitch's chamber?"
"He was eating it, but using a different channel" Kurt still the same.
It only took Brian a few seconds, but he finally got the picture. "Were you using MY carrot as a dildo, bitch? You're such a slut. What's going on with you? All the `I ain't gay' shit? So, you finally coming out?"
"No, you don't understand... It's..." I couldn't say what Adam asked me to do. What could I say? Brian couldn't know the truth, or he'd want to fuck me too. Being fucked would be the new routine. "I just wanted to know how it feels like. No big deal, ok? Since I can't touch my dick, I..."
"Since you can't touch you dicklet, you decided it'd be a good idea to fuck yourself with a carrot? Bitch, once I broke my arm, and I didn't jack off for a fucking month, and still, I didn't consider sitting on a fucking carrot. Bitch!"
"It's been way more than a month; you know that. I needed to cum..."
"I've got something better for you here" he groped his dick through his jeans. "This will make you cum, not a stupid carrot."
"You ain't fucking me. You never will" I had to show some dignity.
"Ok. So, dicks are forbidden, but carrots allowed? Alright then..."
"That's not what I meant..." I wanted to say something else. I thought for a while as Brian kept his eyes on mine.
"So? What do you mean? It's alright to be a bitch, just don't deny it, k?" and he had me silent. "By the way, since you gave a step further, now we got to play a game."
"Fuck!" I mumbled. I knew games weren't a good deal for me. I'd never win one of his games.
"Yeah, since you started it, this one will involve fucking you. With carrots, since you prefer them to real dicks.
Kurt came in, carrying the bag with all the other carrots.
"How did you choose this one among all the others? Why this one?" Brian asked.
"Randomly..."
"Don't bullshit me, bitch. Why this one?"
"I'm telling you. I touched it and picked it up" I said it honestly for the first time.
"Ok then. So, you choose what's gonna get into your ass by the touch? And does it feel special when you put it into your ass?"
"I dunno. It's just a carrot..."
"Oh, you shouldn't say that. It can't be just a carrot; it's THE carrot. From ten carrots you picked this one, you must love it. So, let's make it feel special. I'll put the carrots on the counter, and each will have a number. All fuck you with each one of them. Yeah, you gonna have all ten carrots into your hole. After that, all you gotta do is to say which one you picked up. I mean, which one is this one I'm holding now."
"What do I get if I win?" I can't believe I didn't fight the idea. But I didn't. Maybe because I knew it would be a waste of time.
"Nothing. You fucked yourself with it without my asking. What's here to win? Well, I'd say you can keep on fucking yourself then. I'll just leave you alone to it. But if you lose..."
I looked at him with a mix of disgust and fear. What could he do to me? Adam wouldn't let him fuck me. He'd made it clear. He'd be the only one. I'd tell him first thing when he arrived. I'd send him a message.
"Well, for each wrong number you say, I'll randomly choose someone you know here in the campus, and I'll show him a picture of you sucking dick."
"No. We all agreed this would be something among us..."
"Who's us, bitch? Is Bob us? Is Alex us? Are you not feeling the weight of reality yet? There's no `us' anymore. And, besides, I'm pretty sure you'll get it right straightaway. I'm sure you have some intimacy with this carrot here already. And..." he continued, "so you don't say I'm cheating, I'll cut it here with my nail."
Brian scratched the base of the carrot with his finger and peeled it partially. He showed it to me, and I saw it was marked. "See? This is the one. When you get the right number, I'll show it to you. Oh, and if you feel you have the right one inside of you, you can let me know. Don't need to have all ten of them inside your ass. But again, if you're wrong, someone will know you appreciate the taste of dicks."
Kurt was too quiet but led me to the living room. "Knees on the couch. Just bend so your elbows are on the headrest." He still blindfolded me and slapped my ass with a loud laugh. "You gotta use a condom in them, and lube," he told Brian, "that's how he was using it."
"Good" Brian was probably smiling. "Condom and lots of lube for bitch number one coz he deserves."
I heard Brian pressing the lube bottle and the slimy sound of his hands spreading it on the carrot. He asked Kurt to help him and open my ass cheeks apart. And the first carrot came inside me without much effort. I grunted, but it wasn't painful, I think it was just a normal reaction caused by the unexpected penetration. I thought he wouldn't spend much time sliding the carrot in me, but of course, he did. Probably, five minutes later, he took it out and came with a new one.
The girth was the same; there was nothing I could use as a reference to distinguish one from the other.
"I'll fuck you with the base first, so maybe you can see the difference."
"Nah, that'll hurt" I contested.
"Bitch, from what I can see here, you're open enough already. Just shut up. If it doesn't go in I quit" and another slap on my butt.
He turned the carrot around and in it went. I didn't feel much difference. I think my anus was getting a bit numb. It was different from everything that happened before. I wasn't feeling bad; I was feeling nothing.
"This is the second one. Not this one yet? Let's try the third one then" then he asked Kurt to keep me open.
"Third one is going in. Base first. Is this the one?"
I could only feel Kurt's hands opening my ass and the invader going in and out.
"I don't know" I answered honestly again. "They all have more or less the same girth. I can't feel much."
"That's because you're a greedy bitch. You should've paid more attention when you chose the one that would deflower you. This detail will make your life much harder, right?"
"Ok. Not this one" I realized I'd better just go on with the carrots till we reached the last one, then I could start choosing.
"Think better, bitch. If this is the one, someone will be knowing your little secret."
"Fuck, I don't know."
"Just take your time," and the pumping continued for more five minutes or more.
The same repeated over and over again. Sometimes he'd insert the carrot from the thin side first, then change to the thick one. Other times, he'd do the opposite. For all ten carrots, it took us one hour or so. My ass was numb, couldn't feel anything whatsoever. I didn't know which number to say coz all of them felt the same.
"I seriously don't know. I think it was number five?"
"Five? This one?" And then he inserted it deep into my ass. As he got it in and out, he asked if I was sure, if I didn't want to change to another one. I knew I had no options because I'd keep guessing regardless of the number I chose.
"Yes, that's the one" I reaffirmed after three minutes or more.
"Sorry, bitch. Try again" he didn't sound apologetic at all.
"Number three?"
"Oh, that's a good guess. Let's try it."
It repeated for quite a while. It wasn't number three, number six nor number nine. While I guessed, Brian would keep repeating if I was sure and wouldn't stop the coming in and going out movement. It lasted for at least another half an hour.
"Number two. It's number two. I'm sure" I'd given up already. I could only expect Adam to change Brian's intentions of telling my friends about my cocksucking habit.
"Oh. This one? Is this the right one?"
Fuck. I couldn't take that any longer. I was getting tired, my leg about to cramp. I could swear Brian would keep going on and on till I've tried all numbers.
"Finally, bitch" and he stopped the pumping. "When you said three, I told you it was a good guess, but then you went all the way up to six. Here you go, now you can see the carrot I used in you. It's the same one you used before."
I removed the blindfold and didn't care to look at the carrot. That wouldn't make any difference. As I stood up, pissed, and ready to get back to my room, I saw a devious grin on Kurt's face. Brian was grinning too.
"What?" I asked out of my indignation.
"Nothing. Do whatever you want" Kurt answered.
"Yeah and get ready to have your secret revealed to four of your friends, or colleagues, or teachers. God knows who I'll pick up."
"Whatever. Let's see if you'll be able to go on with that" I answered in a way I shouldn't. I just wanted to keep my dignity but doing that by challenging Brian's authority wasn't a smart idea. I still hoped Adam could do something about it.
I wouldn't expect Brian and Kurt to let me be so easily, but they did. Just like they vanished and reappeared, out they went again without announcing. Back to my room, I went to my bed and, under the bedsheet, touched my hole. It was oily but not sensitive. It felt numb, a bit like anesthesia. With the other hand, I touched my dick. It was hard and wet. But I didn't feel myself coming earlier. Was I really numb? Not even the discomfort caused by the cage annoyed me. How could I cum without noticing it?
Without much effort, I fell asleep. I didn't sleep all I could that night, so I still managed to close my eyes and dream a bit more. I don't know for how long I slept, but a noise woke me up as I had another weird dream, this time with vegetables.
I heard a zipper and plastic bags. It was too quiet for Brian or Kurt. Maybe, Kurt by himself but it wouldn't make much sense. In hopes to find Adam, I stood up and went back to the doorframe. To my relief, it was him.
"There you are," he said with a smile. "Did you try to fuck yourself with the carrot?"
"Worse than that" I answered. "Kurt walked in on me and caught me with the carrot. Then he told Brian who blindfolded me in another one of his games and used all the carrots in my ass. And, as usual, I lost the game, and now he's gonna show a video where I'm sucking him to friends of mine."
"Wow, all of that while I was gone?"
"That's not what I expected you to say" I tried to play cute. "Can you change his mind about showing anything to my friends? That'll be a nightmare, you know? This will never end."
"I'll talk to him," he said without promising me anything. "How's your hole?"
I touched my ass. It was back to normal, that is, sensitive again. As I touched my butt, my dick responded. I was so stupidly horny that anything would make me hard. My fingers surrounded the outside area of my anus, and one of them slipped in, just the first knuckle. It didn't hurt, but I was open and a bit swollen.
"Let me see it."
This was the weirdest part of all. Turning my back to Adam and showing him my ass, as I'd do with a doctor. The difference is, he wasn't a doctor, he wasn't trying just to examine me, he had fucked me and would to it again. He opened my buttocks with his hands and touched my hole.
`Fuck' I thought, and my dick responded again.
"It seems alright to me. Does it hurt if I do this?" Adam pressed a sensitive part of my ass. My dick twitched. It didn't hurt. I should've said it did, but I couldn't lie to him.
"No. I think it's ok."
"Nice, coz I want to fuck you now. It's such a nice weather outside today."
I didn't understand the relation between fucking and nice weather. I thought of asking him not to try it as it should hurt me, but I wanted to cum and feel it. I couldn't say no to him. Actually, I wanted to say yes.
I went back to my room, but he had a different plan. "No, Chad. In my room, this time."
Should I only follow his orders? Maybe not, but I did as he asked. I was still trying to hide my ass from him. It's very weird to explain, but if I didn't have any intimacy with Brian or Kurt, I did have with Adam. Well, not that we were very intimate, but we did share secrets sometimes, and that was enough for me to consider him a friend, now `with benefits.' His benefits. As I walked to his room, I tried to cover my ass with my hand. Adam laughed for obvious reasons.
His room was messy as usual, the bed unmade, clothes were thrown everywhere, half-opened drawers. The curtain was also half opened. It's a long one because his room has the only balcony in the flat. So instead of a window, he's got a door that led to the balcony. I sat down on the bed and waited. Adam was undressing in the living room, leaving his jacket and boots behind.
"Let me tell you something before we start. Yesterday I taught you how I like to be sucked, right? I am demanding. Indeed, I won't say otherwise. But my demands are not restricted only to sucking; I'm quite demanding when it comes to fucking as well. Don't blame me; it's just a lot of options, so I've earned the right to be like this" I knew his story, no need to go over it again.
Suddenly, I was worried thinking I'd probably need to go over two or three hours sucking his dick, and he wouldn't cum. I wasn't that good yet. Sucking Adam was work for professionals, and I didn't consider myself one of them.
"Don't worry coz I don't want you to suck me today" he continued as if reading my thoughts. "I want to fuck you longer, so no sucking today, ok?"
At the same time, I felt relieved for not having to suck him; I also felt bad for knowing he'd be fucking me longer. Would my hole be enough for all his stamina?
"So, let me explain what I like when fucking" I was only listening, still adjusting myself to his messy bed. "I like the danger."
Fuck, what did he mean by `danger'? He might have noticed my eyes widening, so he was fast to continue, "I mean, no danger for you, or better, no physical danger. Nothing like that. But I like the danger of being caught."
"Fuck!" now I said it out loud. It all came back together, the fucking' and good weather.'
"Yeah, I think you got it already," he said. I remembered when he asked me to come to his room, so my eyes traveled from him to the balcony door.
"Fuck! You can't be serious. Everyone would see us. There's a whole building on the other side."
Well, unfortunately, I wasn't exaggerating. The building had a U shape. We were on one side of the U, so there was all the other side facing us. The building had three floors; we were on the second. So, we had flats above and below us, balconies facing us from left to right. We were, literally, surrounded.
"Let me try to make it sound a bit less scary to you. You won't be the first one" he smiled.
"How do you expect to make me feel better with that? Probably there are people on the other side who know your habits already and stay there just waiting for the show. And, this time, I'm the main attraction. No way! Sorry."
"Hey, listen. I won't come out. It's gonna be only you. Stand up!"
Not convinced this would be a good idea, I stood up. Adam went to his bathroom (he had a suite), then came back with a folded and wrapped bathrobe and scissors. "I got this from a hotel once. Cheap stuff."
He used the scissors to cut the plastic that wrapped the bathrobe and unfolded it. He asked me to wear it. And so I did. I can't deny I liked to have something extra covering my body, but I knew it wasn't over. He made me turn away and kneeled behind me. His face not far from my ass. He touched my ass through the robe, found more or less where my hole would be, then got the scissors. I looked at him from above my shoulder and saw him cutting the fabric right above the part that covered my hole.
"You'll eventually get used to this. I always felt like trying this with someone, and you've been chosen."
"Great" I answered cynically.
"So, now all you gotta do is move to the balcony and bend over the handrail."
"What you gonna do?" well, I kinda knew what he had in mind already, but still didn't understand how all of this would work out.
"Just do your part and leave the rest to me, ok? Stay there and don't move till I breed you. If you're too noisy and people come out to see, it's on you. Don't blame for that. Be quiet and probably no one's gonna notice."
I felt like saying a cynical `great' again. I had a ten-plus-inches fucking my recently opened hole and now I'd be fucked again and couldn't even grunt. Were all men like him? Do men really get off when doing stuff like this? During all the years I imagined myself fucking chicks, I never saw myself taking them to the balcony. Was I the exception?
"No lube?" I managed to ask.
"Only on my dick this time. Too much lube and I don't feel as good. I like a little friction. Now, off you go" he patted me on the back and pushed me out gently.
It was good weather, indeed. Still winter, but the sky was blue, and it felt much warmer. I moved closer to the handrail, looked down. There were a few people there, sat down, enjoying the sun.
"Adam. This won't be a good idea. There're people all over. They want to sunbathe."
"Just pretend you're one of them. Bend over and bring your ass closer to the door."
It was a very small balcony. This way, when I bent over, my ass touched the door's glass. You couldn't have more than two people there.
Adam handed me a mug. "Pretend you're drinking something and enjoying the sun too. Just don't let it fall."
The mug read `Dad's good boy.' Was it intentional? Adam positioned himself right behind the curtain, but his dick still found a way through. From outside, no one would be able to see him.
"Now you get my dick and press it against your hole. Once I'm inside you, you can leave the rest to me. No one's gonna pay attention if you don't move or say anything. And relax. Enjoy the sun too."
I preferred to disregard his last comments. I think he forgot I was his flatmate for a long time before I had my life turned upside down by Brian. And look at me now. I just wanted to cum.
My hand found his hard dick and brought it closer to my asshole. I still held it tight till I felt the head was inside me. `Gosh!' I thought. It did hurt. He should have used more lube. My hope was still high; I remembered how amazing it felt one day before. It shouldn't be that different. Adam knew what he was doing.
"Relax. You must be feeling the pain coz you're too tense. Think no one's watching you."
"But everyone must be seeing me. It's full of people downstairs."
"No one will watch you if you don't look conspicuous. Just do like everybody else."
I felt other two or three inches of hard dick getting deep into me and I bit my lips not to yell.
"It hurts, Adam. This won't work."
"Gimme three minutes. Just keep there watching the neighbors, ok? If you feel it's still hurting, we try something else. But I guarantee that before that you'll be feeling much better. Just try to relax."
I did try, but it wasn't working as I wanted. I think that the position wasn't helping either. I'd rather be laying on my bed than standing. With my feet planted on the ground, I felt Adam's dick coming and out of me much more intensely.
"Try to focus on that point in your ass that makes you feel good" he should be talking about my prostate. "You know where it is already. You just need to overcome your fear of exposition. Trust me. No one will see you here. Relax!"
I felt as if I had to pee. Something wasn't right. Adam kept still for a while and moved very briefly as if his hips were massaging my ass. I felt his pubs pushing my balls up and down. Then he moved a bit further, and the head of his dick came to touch the point he wanted me to focus on.
"Yes, feel it now? It's there" he said quietly.
"Fuck! Yes, it's there. Fuck!" I didn't feel that when I got the carrots in my ass. At that time, I was numb. But now, this was intense. I almost forgot I had a prostate, but now it was vivid. I felt like coming, not peeing any more. "I'm coming, fuck!"
"Yeah, now we talking. Get ready for the ride of your life."
Adam continued his motions up and down, back and fro. His dick was sliding aligned to my rectum perfectly as if they were made for each other. The mug in my hand, oh, what mug? My dick was twitching till it started leaking. I looked down and saw my jizz running down my legs toward my feet.
"That's amazing, Chad. You were made to take in the ass. Tell me the truth; this feels much better than coming after jacking off, doesn't it?"
I wish I could answer him, but I couldn't compare. I was forgetting what it felt like to cum after jerking off my dick. It's been so long I couldn't remember how it was like anymore. But of one thing I was very sure: anal orgasm was something out of the ordinary. If I could scream how good I was feeling, all neighbors would come to watch me.
"I dunno... it's just awesome" I managed to say as my hand kept the mug standing although shaking. "Fuck, I can't hold it."
I had more jizz running down my leg as if I was peeing cream. It wouldn't come in jets, it was a leak, streaming down toward the floor. I don't know how it feels like to fuck a chick to orgasm, but it may be similar for a guy having straight sex. I can only guess from the things I've read online. I remember how guys would claim in forums that they were above the seventh sky when they noticed they made the women they fucked have an orgasm. I guess a guy's anal orgasm is even rarer. And I should be on the top one percent of men who could have multiple orgasms simply from having the prostate touched. I still didn't know if this only happened because I was too horny, or if it would still go on if I had my dick uncaged.
"Chad, listen to me" Adam got my attention back to him. "Someone who comes like you doesn't need to jack off. Are you listening to me?"
"Yeah..." well, I heard his voice, but not sure whether I was listening.
"So, listen again" he wanted to make it crystal clear in my mind while he fucked me. "You don't need to jack off when you can come like this. If you go released and jack off again, you'll never feel this excited again. Anal sex will hurt. You'll miss the way you could come without touching your dick. But then it will be too late. Again, are you listening to me?"
"I am..."
"So, repeat after me: I don't need to jack off."
"I don't need to jerk off."
"Ever again."
"Ever again."
I know Adam wanted this idea to sink in my brain and stay there forever. But the things we say during sex are rarely meant. We normally say whatever we're asked to say because we don't want to spoil the fun for the partner. We don't want to start a discussion when we're about to have an orgasm. Things don't work like that. Adam was an experienced man; he knew that.
That's when he started to rub my prostate again, this time with even more passion. My body was shaking badly, and I started whispering to myself `gosh, I'm coming, I'm coming.'
"Hey, what you doing there?" I heard someone yelling. I knew that voice. My eyes traveled now from my legs, where I could see more cum running down, to Jeff, a friend of mine who was walking downstairs with his arms around the neck of Stella, his girlfriend. Both very good people, but I just wasn't in the mood for a conversation for reasons you all can guess.
"Jeff! Hey!" my voice trembling.
Adam didn't stop or went slowly. On the contrary, he sped up, and the mug in my hand almost fell.
"I've never seen you there in Adam's room. How're you? I'm just back from home. Didn't you go back this winter?" damn it. If I wasn't, he was in the mood for a talk.
"No, just... coming"
"So, you did go back home?"
"Yes, coming now" and more cum was running down. How could I come so much? If you looked at my feet, you wouldn't see that much jizz. There was a lot of dry orgasms coming in succession.
"Nice. How was home?"
"Isn't there where Adam fucks the whores he finds on campus?" Kurt appeared from nowhere and interrupted my `talk' with Jeff.
"Don't know" I answered, trying to pretend I wasn't aware of anything. How could I not know? I lived in that flat for so long; I was used to hearing his girlfriends yelling on the balcony. And so did the neighbors and the whole building.
"Yeah. I've heard the rumors" Jeff commented. "You should watch out your ass, Chad" Jeff laughed. "If Adam sees you there bending over like this he'll probably fuck you right there right now."
"Oh yeah" I wanted Adam to cum, but nothing yet?
"He's probably being fucked right now," and Brian showed up, he was also coming from god knows where. "Look at his face."
Brian knew how to make me blush even when I was being fucked in front of the whole academic house. Now I was worried about my facial expressions. How was I supposed to look when I had a ten-plus-inches dick fucking my till-yesterday-virgin asshole? I should look like someone enjoying the sunlight during a cold winter day. So, I smiled. What a nice day!
"He might be busy" Brian looked back at me. After that, he said to Jeff, but loud enough so I could hear. "By the way, I'd like to show you something. Come with me."
He put his arm around Jeff's neck, and they walked away. Kurt stayed behind, looking at me. As he was there looking up, people walking by would eventually look up too, thinking something was going on upstairs.
"What d'you want?" then I lowered my voice so only Adam could hear me. "Fuck, Adam. I can't stay like this much longer; my knees are collapsing..."
"Will you jack off again?"
"What the fuck?" I said to him.
"Nothing" Kurt answered. "Just enjoying the sun. And the view."
I turned my head slightly to the side and kept my voice low. "I swear, Adam. I won't... Fuck... Not again..."
I was coming for the fourth or fifth time since I laid my elbows on that handrail.
"D'you swear?" Adam asked to be sure.
"I do. I swear."
And just like magic, he came. I could feel the warm jizz hitting my insides. My knees collapsed a second later, and I fell on the ground over the cum puddle I made. In my hand, I was still holding the mug. I left it on the side because my hands were shaking. I looked on the other side of the handrail and saw Kurt's eyes still on me. Brian should be telling Jeff all about me and showing those videos to Stella and him. Damn it. In my head, it would be worse to have Stella watching it than Jeff, although Jeff was my friend and not Stella. Somehow, it was way weirder to have a girl watching me doing that kind of things than a guy. It was as if my straight life was walking towards its end. If the chicks started talking about me, I'd be doomed for good.
But Adam promised me. Yes. He did say he'd find me pussies.
I found forces to stand up and look for him. When I reached the living room, he was getting ready to leave again.
"You're going out again?" And again, I was making a stupid question.
"I came just for you. I was hard the whole day. You still owe me one though. Be ready!"
I was flattered. What was wrong with me? Why did I feel like a teenage girl whenever Adam was by my side? I think anyone would say that's because I was in love with him. But, it's not that. I wanted to have him by my side because he was the closest I had to my previous life. He was the clearest memory of my life without Brian, Kurt, and Alex. Adam was my idol. The one who would lead me back to my straight boring life. He was the one who promised to find me pussies, with a price that I was more than willing to pay. With him, I could still see a way out of my misery.
"And don't forget to get yourself cleaned. I don't want you stinking when I decide to fuck you again. See ya!"
And with that, he was gone. It felt like he was saying he'd go to a class and be back soon. But, no. He was saying he'd be gone for a while and then he'd come home to fuck me. One act could never be so like the other as they were now.
As he vanished through the door, I found myself sitting down on the couch. My stomach was empty; I didn't have breakfast yet. But I could still feel Adam's dick sliding in and out of me. My dick was still hard, but it looked limp. Nothing is what it seems. I prompted myself to get up when I heard a knock on the door. Could it be Adam? Maybe he forgot something, so I opened the door in the robe I was still wearing. It was drenched with cum and had a hole in the back.
As I opened the door, I couldn't believe my eyes. On the other side, I saw Alex holding a chocolate box, and in his face the fakest smile I've ever seen. This couldn't be true.
"What have I done to deserve this day?" I asked myself.
"Hey, babe. Guess you missed me."
"Dude, fuck off. Just leave me alone, alright?" I couldn't hold myself. I wasn't feeling like dealing with Alex and his craziness.
"Wow! My girlfriend is having PMS. But I have the right medicine for you here," and he groped his volume over the jeans.
"Dude, I said I'm not game today, kay? Or better saying, never again."
"I brought you chocolate. I said I would" Alex was pretending he wasn't listening to me.
"Alex, fuck you" I looked at him straight in the eyes. "Now, seriously, fuck off."
His expression was gradually changing from friendly to angry. "Listen to me, bitch. You know I'm a good boyfriend when you treat me right, but I don't stand your bitching. If you say you're on PMS, I forgive you. Otherwise, you know what I can do against you, and you don't want that."
"What the fuck, Alex. Really? Why don't you find a guy who's into you? I'm not gay, can't you see that?" I could've chosen better words to say.
"D'you want to know what I see?" he laughed. "I see a bitch wearing a cheap bathrobe. Dried cum in her legs" and after moving my robe to the side and seeing my dick, he finished: "and a pussy in need of dick. Now, excuse yourself for the bad behavior"
"Alex, I'm sorry. Ok? Now if you don't mind? Can we talk later? Today I'm just not in the mood?"
"I understand that. You're having PMS, right?" he did want to hear that coming from my mouth.
"Yes, I'm having PMS. Happy?" I had no problem in saying this. As long as it made him go away.
"I knew it," and the smile was back on his face. "You need your medicine. And as you're having PMS, I'll start by rimming you, nice and slow. What d'you say? I'm sure you'll feel better in no time."
"No, Alex. I don't think that's a good idea."
"C'mon" and he started by taking the robe out of me. It fell on the ground, and he motioned to kiss me. I tried to turn my head around, but while one hand held me by the waist, the other pulled me by the hair. And he did kiss me as he'd kiss his girlfriend. His tongue was moving deep into my mouth while I tried to break away. Once I managed to stop him, he turned my head around and bit my neck forcefully. It hurt like hell.
"What the fuck? It hurts. I'll have a bruise now."
"That's passion, babe" he slapped my ass. "Turn around, and I'll cure your mood now."
"No, Alex. Not a good idea" I was reticent about my feelings. I should tell him Adam had just fucked and bred me, but I couldn't say such a thing. However, if I remained quiet, he'd find out.
"Why you fighting your passions, babe? You know you like my tongue in your sweet pussy. Now let me play with you."
"No, it's ok. Really ok. I'll just sit down with you and eat the chocolate. We can talk..."
Alex laughed again. "You so sweet now, ain't you? I know I said I brought you chocolate, but his one here" and he showed me the box, "this is for me. Your sweet is here," and he held his dick again. "I remember how you liked my nectar, so I doubled the intake of sweeteners yesterday. I bet it tastes better than chocolate."
"Ok, Alex. I'll take it, but you don't need to touch my hole. It's ok."
"What hole? You've got a pussy..."
"Ok, my pussy" I had to take out of his head the will to rim me.
"You're really into my dick, ain't you? You little whore. I love the way you turn into a slut for me. Now let me see your pussy then. Turn around."
I turned around; it was the best deal he'd offer me. If I could only suck him, he'd need to leave because Brian would be arriving any time soon, and he wouldn't know I'd been fucked.
The thing is I'd rather stay alone, have a decent breakfast, maybe sleep again and enjoy the last days of winter holiday. But now I was afraid that everything that has happened in that room would leak and turn my life in campus a nightmare.
Alex kneeled and slapped my butt again. "Such a nice ass you've got." He opened my butt gently as if it was a fragile fruit. The problem of opening a sweet juicy fruit is that it makes you salivate and hungry. I didn't associate one thing with the other until I felt his tongue touching my hole.
I tried to walk away, but he held me still with both hands on my hips. "Don't move and just leave it to me."
"No, Alex, no..."
"You're kinda swollen back here, and... what the hell?"
I thought he'd fight me, stand up and slap me on the face for cheating on him. But he just dived in again and fuck tongued me for another minute or so. "Alex..." I wanted to ask him to stop, but he knew how to drive me nuts. I couldn't believe how slutty I've become whenever I had Adam or Alex playing with my hole. With Adam, I felt something more carnal, but Alex gave the satisfaction that was beyond words. It was the only time I felt like I didn't need to do anything, but relax and enjoy the treatment I was receiving.
Once he ended whatever he wanted, he stood up and came after my face again. I didn't know what he wanted till he got his mouth back into mine in another kiss. But this was a different kiss. It was wet, slimy, gooey, full of cum. Adam's cum! He transferred all the jizz that was in his mouth into mine, then closed my jaw tightly with his right hand, so I had no other option but swallow.
"You're a nasty slut, ain't you? You show your fucked pussy to your boyfriend with pride. Don't you feel ashamed? I bet you don't, coz you love the spotlight. Who fucked you? Was it good?"
I swallowed Adam's jizz, and it made me sick. Not because it was jizz, but because it was in my ass. It's hard to say jizz per se doesn't make me sick, but after swallowing gallons of cum, I couldn't bother less about it. I wanted to throw up, spit in the sink, but Alex held me by the hand.
"Nah, now you stay and tell me how much you like my cum. It's way better than that, isn't it?"
I nodded quickly. The idea I had jizz coming from my ass into my mouth was just unbearable.
"You would never reject my jizz like you rejecting this one now, would you?"
I shook my head. The will to throw up was fading away as the taste vanished from my mouth.
"I'm not jealous. Well, not till we get our relationship official. When I breed you, and you become pregnant. That will happen soon, I'm sure. It will happen when you come to me and ask to have a child of mine. That will be the happiest day of my life, babe."
I still didn't know what was wrong with Alex. Couldn't he understand I'd never ask such a thing to him? I'd need to be crazy to ask him to have a baby with me. Who's the man who would do that? Only if I was becoming crazy like him.
"Well, while this day doesn't come, I'll accept the offer and let you suck me. I wish I could make it last, but your flatmates are a pain in the ass, and I don't want them to spoil my fun. So, what d'you say about a quickie?"
He held my hand and pulled me to the couch where he sat and asked me to kneel in front of him.
"This is how you usually suck Brian, isn't it? Where does he sit? Here? Or here?"
I pointed to the place Brian usually sits when I suck him. I was still not aware of how Alex envied Brian. Alex wanted to be his nemesis. The one who had the power over all of us, except Adam. Adam was on another level, a level I was still unacquainted to. There was a hierarchy; there's always been. If I only knew. It wouldn't take too long though.
Alex opened his jeans' zipper and fished out the hard dick that was leaking as usual. To say it was leaking wasn't fair to his dick. Just like the previous day, his pants were covered in precum. It was as if he'd pissed in his pants. A wet spot made him look ridiculous, but I wasn't in a position I could make fun of him.
"It must be difficult to leak like this all the time. Isn't it?" I was honestly curious as I was the day before.
"Well, in the beginning, I cared, I didn't like it. But now it makes me proud. You know that. It makes me even more proud coz I know all of this is for you. It means I worry about you, and that I'm here to feed you. Now if you don't mind, less talking and more action, please."
He got the chocolate box he'd left on the other side of the couch and started eating the bonbons. With his other hand, he guided my head to his dick.
Today I wasn't as hesitant as before. Actually, I have to confess I was looking forward to that. And as soon as I felt Alex's taste on my tongue, I knew I couldn't be more right about my anticipation. I couldn't understand how precum could taste so good, but it did. Better than chocolate? Well, I was starving, but at the time I put his dick in my mouth, I'd say `yes.'
It was a blessing to leak as he did. And I understood that when I tasted him. It can be humiliating to wet your pants for no reason, but that's just the price to pay to have such a sweet jizz. He could have anyone on their knees willing to have a small taste of this priceless liquid.
He started eating his chocolate as I bobbed my head up and down on his lap. I was hungry, but I wasn't sure whether I exchange one for the other. As for Alex, he got what he wanted. One day ago, he said I'd rather have his cum filling my mouth than having a chocolate milkshake. The only difference is that we weren't in a restaurant. Would it happen eventually?
No, I wouldn't go so low. And he wouldn't force me. He was crazy but not to that extent.
"Chocolate has pineapple in it. It's one of the secrets to having such a sweet cum. Did you know that? But even without it, I know my jizz has always tasted nice. I've tried it before."
I wouldn't answer not even if my mouth weren't full. But I was trying to remember if he said something about not eating his own jizz a day ago. Or he just said he wouldn't let anyone fuck him? Well, he did suck Kurt's dick with me, so probably his issue was only with ass fucking. That's when I realized I was going downhill. Alex was proud of his attitude and wouldn't change a bit. As for me, I wished I could change all of me. I hated my weak personality and how vulnerable I was.
Alex finished all ten or twelve chocolates when he announced he was ready to cum. He held my head with both hands and came. He was a sperm machine. I gulped three times and still had cum coming in afterward. It did make me feel satisfied as if I was having a smooth for breakfast. A warm and sweet one. I wondered if cum was healthy. Could it be? All that sweetness and still be healthy?
I looked up at him as he caressed my face.
"You happy with your boyfriend? I'm saving up for you now. All the time, I think about you. Everything I put in my mouth, I put thinking of you. If I know it will make my jizz taste bad; I won't eat it. It's all for you."
I know it's weird to say this, but I think this was the sweetest thing someone, who wasn't my mother, told me. I was still young, but probably at my age, someone should have said something this nice to me already. Something that didn't involve the word `jizz.' What should I say back to him? He looked as if he was waiting for an answer.
"Thanks?"
Yes, it did sound like a question. Alex wasn't completely happy with my choice of words, but he didn't start an argument. He was playing the patient boyfriend.
I said goodbye with my mouth tasting stevia.
A couple of hours later, I had lunch, and Brian returned by himself. It was rare to find Brian walking by himself, but Kurt should've found something else to do.
I wanted to ask him what happened to Jeff, but he hid in his room and didn't come out for anything. I was about to knock on his door when Adam showed up.
"You stink. Didn't you shower?"
I forgot about that. He didn't look pissed, but he surely expected more from me. I promptly got ready for a shower, when he looked back at me.
"Tomorrow we're going out. I got my motorbike ready. I want to show you my ranch. Get ready."
I knew what that `get ready' meant. I needed a good time in the shower. I simply didn't know the exact circumstances of my next day with him. Another fuck? Certainly yes. The third and last time before my release. Before pussies. I couldn't wait.
End of chapter 23