I took the bad news pretty hard: my scholarship and my part-time job wouldn't cover my college costs after all! Here I was, in the second semester of my freshman year and working six hours as a waiter every night on top of my classes, and I still couldn't make ends meet. I would have no choice other than to give up college for a year or two while I built up some cash reserves to carry me through. I asked my friends and professors for advice, but no one had any other solution. Even my girlfriend, Linda, couldn't convince her wealthy parents to help me out with a loan. Well, her parents had never liked me anyway. They thought I spent too much time in the local gym working on my body, and to them, anyone who worked out so much had to be too much in love with himself.
In fact, Dave's Gym was the very place I headed to work off all my stress, all my frustration at having to quit college, move back home, and leave Linda behind. Which is probably what her parents wanted to have happen, anyway. Dave's Gym was a great place for me, though, and I could lose myself in the equipment and machines, letting my mind go into neutral while my body took over and had its fun. All I ever wore was a flimsy pair of small boxer trunks, and I enjoyed the way other guys would watch my muscles work as I exercised and padded around barefoot. They pretended not to be watching me, but I knew they were and they always blushed and looked away quickly when I caught them at it. I liked to be stared at by envious guys, even in the shower. I didn't have a good body, I had a GREAT body, one that drove queers absolutely crazy in the gym. Even straight guys complimented me on my pectoral muscles with their massive, puffy, feminine nipples sticking way out from their tips. Sometimes they'd ask to feel my chest or biceps, and I'd always let them. I felt like I was somebody important in Dave's Gym, and my financial problems could be left behind for a couple of hours.
But even Dave's Gym wasn't perfect. I had to put up with Brock. Yes, I liked guys to look me over and admire my body. Who wouldn't? I'd put years of work into building my slim, muscle-packed frame into an object of extreme desire, one that attracted any girl I wanted. I liked girls to paw me, and I loved the jealous stares of other males when I walked around in shorts or a bathing suit. But Brock was different, and I'm not saying that just because he was an older, dumpy guy. He turned me off because he was obviously a faggot and just as obviously worshipped by body. He seemed to know instinctively when I'd be at the gym and he'd show up within minutes. I think he paid someone to call him when I came in. Anyway, he'd watch me on the machines, always talking to me about how nice I looked and always trying to get me to go places with him.
He used to follow me into the locker room and come into the shower with me, standing not five feet away while I soaped up and rubbed myself, offering to do my back or thighs for me, ogling my nine-inch cock, staring at it as if it were a delicious steak that he wanted to eat. Sometimes he made me get a hard-on with the way he kept running his eyes over my naked flesh and licking his lips, and I'd have to beat it off in front of him because I couldn't get rid of it any other way. That always drove him into ecstasy, while it embarrassed me. Even after I told him I didn't want to be friends with him, he still kept after me, and he wouldn't miss me and my bare ass in the shower for the world.
Well, maybe I'd have accepted Brock's attentions more gracefully if he hadn't been so ugly. I mean, he never shaved and he had thick, protruding lips on a giant mouth that made him look like a bullfrog. And for a guy who hung around a gym, his body was remarkably out of shape! He had a spare tire around his belly that could've been used on a semi, a giant beer gut that hung over his belt, and a fat ass that was nothing like my own high and tight buttocks that even got me wolf-whistles from other guys. And like I said, he was old. At least in his forties. Yuck! Even my girlfriend thought he was ugly and pathetic, and we taunted him whenever she came to pick me up at the gym after my workouts. He took it all in stride, though, happy that I let him leer at me in the shower without making a stink with the gym management about it. I could've had his queer ass hauled out of there in a flash, and he knew it.
There he was! Not five minutes after I'd put on my shorts and padded over to the butterfly machine to work on my pecs, Brock appeared at my side, greasy and ugly as ever and obviously excited to see me again. Perhaps even a little more excited than usual.
"Hello, Steve!"
"Hi, Brock. How's it hangin'?"
"Fine. I'm just fine today." He sounded as if he had something on his mind, some important bit of information that he wanted to tell me but couldn't find a way to start. I sighed and waited while he stared at my giant nipples sticking far out from the tips of my pecs. As I brought my arms forward through the motion of the butterfly machine, they rubbed my nipples, sending a tingling through them that stimulated my cock. I think Brock somehow knew that, and he kept shifting his eyes between my perky, excited nipples to my perky, excited cock as it twitched and pushed up the front of my shorts. I had to stop.
"Brock, is there something you want? I mean, something you want to tell me?" I rested my hands on my bare thighs while I waited.
"Yeah, there is." He took his stare off the bulge in my shorts and looked me in the eyes. "I heard you're leaving college in a couple of weeks because of the cost."
"Yeah, that's right. I don't have enough money for college expenses on the one hand and food and lodging on the other."
"I've got the perfect solution. I can provide you with room and board for free."
He paused to watch my sudden interest, and it pleased him. "I can even see to it that you have a car to drive around and some spending money on top of everything else, and you won't have to work as a waiter anymore, either."
"What's the catch?" I hadn't expected this, and I was both curious, excited at the prospect of being able to continue at college with my girlfriend, and skeptical.
"The catch is really a small one," he said while looking down at my bare feet.
"All you have to do for room and board and the car and the spending money is sleep with me."
I laughed. Forget it, Brock. I'd never get any sleep! You wouldn't leave me alone! Remember, I'm not a faggot like you!"
"I give you my word, I won't touch you," he said in an earnest tone, "except for one half hour each night. That's all. Just one half hour. Twenty-three and a half hours are yours, and I won't go anywhere near you. I promise."
I smiled because I was thinking what Linda would say when I told her I was being kept by Brock and sleeping with him. But this was a terrific offer, one that enabled me to continue in school and not lose a year or two trying to get more cash. "Just a half hour, right? And you'll stay away from me the rest of the time, right?" The fact that I sounded interested excited Brock.
"And one day a month!"
"Huh?"
He sidled up closer to me and spoke hurriedly. "I get one day each month to do with you whatever I want all day long! And that's it! That's everything. What do you say?"
The thought of Brock's ugly, fat body dominating mine was a turn-off. I mean, if I were going to have sex with a guy, I could do a hell of a lot better than Brock! But his offer was my financial salvation, so I accepted. Linda thought I was crazy, but I assured her I was in control and she finally, reluctantly, even helped me moved my stuff into Brock's already cramped apartment. What did she have to worry about? Brock couldn't get me pregnant no matter how much he tried, and I certainly wasn't going to fall in love with him!
I figured the first night would be a test of how the whole thing would go, so I was a little nervous that first day rooming with Brock. He was true to his word, though, and never touched me, never ogled me, and never said anything about what he intended to do to me during his half hour of ownership of my flesh. But I noticed he had only one, small twin bed in his apartment, and because we'd be crowded together he insisted we both sleep naked to keep from overheating. That night as I stripped myself bare-ass in front of his admiring gaze, I realized I'd never seen him naked before. Imagine my shock when that dumpy old fart pulled down his pants to reveal a shaft a good foot long! My jaw dropped! I'd never seen anything that size on a guy before!
"Like it?" he asked with a smile.
"Wow! That's some meat!" I replied appreciatively. "I didn't know a guy could carry around a load like that! I mean, I'm big down there myself, but that cock of yours is ridiculous!"
Brock wound a timer he'd brought into the bedroom. Then after he'd set it on the nightstand, he reached over, grabbed my balls and pulled me to him. "Get in bed, Steve, and lie on your back. I'm going to suck your nipples for awhile, then you're going to take all of my cock down your throat."
I swallowed hard. "I don't think I can," I whined, sounding like a little boy about to be punished. "That's too big! I'll choke."
"Yes, you will," Brock said as he slapped my bare ass hard, so hard he left the imprint of his hand on it, and pushed me onto the small bed. "You're going to gag and choke a lot, but you'll eventually learn how to receive my cock properly. I'm going to train you to do it, starting tonight. This'll be your first lesson in getting face-fucked." I lay there looking up wide-eyed at the enormous cock jabbing out and above me like a giant sword over my face, and my mouth involuntarily opened a little in anticipation of what it was going to have to do.
Brock hit the timer and immediately went to work, first chewing and biting my massive nipples until they were smarting and raw, and then he pulled on them until I cried out in pain. "This will be your punishment if you don't do exactly what I demand, Steve. Understand?" And he pulled hard on them again, sending sharp pain searing through them again.
"Yes! Yes!" I pleaded. He was kneeling on my biceps with all his fatty, greasy body pressing down on my trapped arms. I would've said anything to get him to stop.
But he wouldn't! He just kept tugging and tugging and listened while I cried out again and again, begging him to stop.
"Then you're ready to receive my cock?" he asked softly.
"Yes! Yes!"
"Ask for it, Steve."
"Please give me your cock," I said hurriedly.
"And what do you what me to do with it?" He teased the tips of my nipples, squeezing them hard between his thumbs and forefingers. Boy, they smarted!
"I want you to shove it down my throat, Brock. Please! Shove it down my throat!"
"Lick it, Steve. Start at the base of my balls and work your way up my shaft to its head. Lick it good, Steve, and I'll let your poor, swollen nipples rest for awhile."
Naturally, I did as I was told, licking all of that giant cock, even lapping up some dripping pre-cum that ran down the enormous head. Finally he leaned forward and slid the tip of his shaft into my mouth, spreading my lips wide open and stretching my cheeks.
I began to gag and buck a little, so he grabbed my nipples and tore at them with no mercy. I immediately relaxed my throat muscles to scream, but that gave his cock a lot more room to slide, so he continued to force it down past my gag reflex and deep into my throat. My nose was buried in his pubic hairs and he grabbed the sides of my head and began thrusting my head on and off his shaft as if my head were just a melon with a fuck- hole cut in it by a farm boy. In and out, in and out, and we both listened to the sloshing sounds his cock made slipping through my lips, over my tongue and down my gullet.
"Use your tongue, Steve. That's it, my little slut. Use your tongue to guide my penis.
That's my baby." I found that I could help keep his shaft in a straight dive down my throat if I pressed my tongue to his penis as it slurped in and out, and Brock moaned with happiness.
Suddenly he stopped and I felt his entire shaft pulse. He pulled back and his penis's head popped out of my mouth just as he fired a thick rope of semen right in my face. The goo hit me in my forehead and immediately ran down over my nose, dribbling into my mouth and over my chin. Brock quickly grabbed my head and rammed his cock back into my mouth were it exploded again, filling my mouth with salty cum that I continually swallowed as fast as he produced it. Wave after wave of semen went into my gut, until I thought I couldn't hold any more. When he finally stopped firing, he sighed and slowly pulled his still-hard shaft out of my mouth. It was completely covered in cum and my saliva. "Lick me clean, baby-slut," he said. "Lick all my cum off me and swallow it."
Once I'd done that, he made me sit up in bed. I wanted to get cleaned off, but he wouldn't let me. Instead, he made me grab my own rock-hard shaft and masturbate into my own hand. I came quickly and explosively, so explosively that my semen splashed all over the place even as it filled my cupped hand. "Now spread it on my cock, baby-slut.
Use your cum to grease me." I did as he ordered. "Now lick your hands clean. That's it, eat your cum like the nice slut you really are, Steve. That's it." I found my own semen also tasted salty. I kind of liked the stuff. But before I could enjoy the taste of myself, Brock grabbed my sore nipples again and pulled them hard. "On your belly, slave boy!"
I quickly flopped onto my belly and stuck my ass in the air for him. In an instant, his greased cock, greased with my own semen, slurped into my ass and he pushed the shaft so far in, his balls banged on my ass-cheeks. With hard, rhythmic strokes, he fucked me good, groaning with pleasure as his cock massaged my prostate and forced me to give up more of my syrupy pre-cum which dribbled from my own hefty shaft and stained the sheets. Suddenly his thick cock pulsed and feeling it tremble deep in my gut, I knew what was about to happen. With a loud, deep-throated cry, the cry of a hunter claiming his prey, of a master dominating his slave, he blasted his semen up into my intestines, his throbbing rod massaging my prostate as it emptied load after load of cum for me to sleep with tonight and carry around in me tomorrow. And as the last spasms shook his cock, the beside timer went off. He sighed, rolled off my well-used ass, and said, "Okay, Steve. Go to sleep. We'll do all this again tomorrow night."
But I couldn't sleep! First of all, I had a raging hard-on that needed more servicing! As far as my body was concerned, it had just been through heaven-on-earth, and in no way did it want this ecstasy ended. My bubble-ass craved Brock's shaft buried deep in it, my prostate craved a vigorous message by Brock's shaft-head, my mouth stayed slack with a little drool in its corners and longed to suck Brock's penis dry, while my rough-up throat eagerly ached for warm semen drizzling down it to my cum-hungry gut. What had happened to me? Brock was a fat, old man! How had one mad half hour of face-fucking and ass-fucking made my body his slave? I got up while Brock lay there snoring and went into his bathroom where I showered and jacked myself off twice more trying to dull my arousal down. It worked, and I eventually slept.
But each night, I found myself looking forward to having Brock's shaft rammed up my ass and down my throat. I loved that greasy thing in me! And he knew I did, too.
In fact, he'd work me up into a frenzy by chewing my nipples into smarting pulps of flesh and then he'd jack my stiff rod until his hand and my genitals were soaked in my pre- cum. Then, with my balls sucked up tight at the base of my throbbing cock, he'd make me beg for his penis. I knew he wouldn't let me shoot my cum until after he'd had his way up my ass, so I'd plead over and over for him to screw me and give me release. And at the end of each half hour, he'd comply and jack me off so that I'd spray the inside walls of his bedroom with slippery white ropes of my cum that eventually congealed into lumpy curved lines that looked kind of artistic.
I felt confused about my girlfriend Linda. I mean, I was straight, wasn't I? Then why did I find myself eager to conclude our dates quickly so I could get back to Brock's apartment and get his "boss" cock rammed up my ass? Linda noticed the change in my behavior, but she didn't say anything even when I told her I couldn't attend her mother's birthday party on the last Sunday of the month. I made up some phony reason, but the real reason was that the last Sunday of each month was the day I gave my body to Brock for his use the whole day. I began to really look forward to whatever he intended to do with me.
But when the last Sunday of the month arrived, I was in for a surprise. First of all, Brock insisted that I stay naked all day so he could grab me and fuck me whenever and wherever I happened to be in the apartment. Then he made me jack myself off and, as usual, I coated the wall next to our bed with broad bands of my milky cum. But this time he made me wipe my semen off the wall and spread it around on my own chest so I'd be nice and sticky for him. Then the doorbell rang and I scrambled for clothes, but Brock pulled them out of my hands.
"Stay naked, Steve. I want these guys to see you bare-ass," he said, and sure enough, three older guys stepped into the living room to view me. Their eyes bulged when they got a look at my muscular body and dangling, soft shaft that slapped against my thighs as I walked up to greet them. "This is the slut I was telling you guys about,"
Brock said by way of introduction. "He's a cocksucker and a bottom. Walk around, baby-slut, so the guys can look you over." I strutted back and forth in the living room while his friends oohed and aahed over my body parts. He made me offer my cock to each of them so they could squeeze and enjoy its thickness and length, and of course it quickly got ramrod hard. Within seconds, they were pleading with Brock to let them bed me. I stood there with my erection aimed at the ceiling, with my balls slammed tight up against the bottom of my shaft, both of them ready and eager to dump my loads of sperm into my firing chamber. My balls didn't have long to wait, because the guys decided to share me, one fucking my face, one fucking my ass, and two eating my nipples. As one would pour his load of sperm down my throat and the other fire it up my ass, they'd shift positions with the two tearing at my nipples and the whole sequence of pumping, bumping, sucking and chewing would begin again. By noon, we were all exhausted and I was a stinking sticky mess.
But as the three satisfied guys left, four more hungry friends showed up at the front door! My throat was raw from sucking cock, my bubble-ass was sore from receiving cock, and my nipples were red mounds of flesh from having been chewed to pulps, and now here were four more guys who demanded satisfaction! Brock took pictures of these guys as they shared me, two-at-a-time. They must've been saving their cum for weeks because they filled my intestines and belly with it. When they finally finished with me late that afternoon, my ass was so used to being pushed up and out to receive cock that I kind of walked that way, and the guys laughed. And when Brock told me to show the guys out, without thinking I took them all the way out to the front door of the apartment building. It wasn't until I was holding the door open for them that I remembered I was a bare-ass mess, leaking cum from my ass and corners of my mouth. I quickly padded my naked body back to Brock's apartment, while the comment of one of Brock's friends rang in my ears: "Baby-slut, you're the best lay I ever had! See you next month, Honey!" And he did!
That all happened four years ago. After the first month, I'd insisted that the half- hour limit be tossed out so Brock could enjoy me for as long as he wanted. He'd been reluctant to give up the time limit, but I'd first argued, then pleaded and then I begged.
He finally gave in with a knowing smirk and squeezed my cum-filled balls.. And no longer kidding myself about my sexual orientation, I broke up with Linda after two months of serving my body to Brock and his seven perpetually horny friends. I graduated from college last summer thanks to Brock's financial help, and now I pretty much stay at home when I'm not working out at the gym. Brock keeps me bare-ass around the apartment so he or any of his friends who happen to stop by can look me over and decide if they want to use my ass or mouth right then and there. And he has LOTS of friends who stop by all the time, so I end up taking lots of showers during the day. I'm in heaven, except for one thing: I have trouble keeping weight off because of all the calories I'm taking in from swallowing guys' cum!