How-I-Became-A-Fag II, Part 4 By Orlandodisneyboy@aol.com
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A week had passed since the first two straight boys, Brad and Steve, had initially fucked around with each other. Zach Taylor, the swim team's captain, didn't know them or any of the other guys from the dorm where the newly-gay studs lived. But he was noticing some strange looks from different people ? more specifically, guys - as he walked around the campus. But, being from a small town and rather naieve about the world, he dismissed it as nerves from everyone finishing their finals. He was also starting to get popular since he had helped their team finish second overall at nationals, so he chalked it up to growing popularity.
He walked down into the locker room and started to get ready to swim a few laps. It was still relatively early - 9 a.m. - only a few hours after the facility opened. He wanted to get in and out early as he had stuff to do later in the day. There were a few other guys changing to go play basketball in the gym on the second floor, but they soon left and he was all alone. Or so he thought.
Slipping on a pair of red speedos, he suddenly realized he had to pee. He walked into the restroom and found that almost every stall had a "wet paint" sign on the end except for the last two. Every urinal had a plastic bag over it.
Weird, he thought. But again, he dismissed it.
He suddenly heard those basketball guys coming back in. He paused only a second as he felt rather than saw a set of eyes on his back. He turned around and noticed three guys leering at him.
"Uh, hi there fellas," he said, a little nervous for some reason.
Two of the guys suddenly grabbed him, opened the back stall (an extra large one for the disabled), and moved him back in there.
"What are you guys doing? What is this?" he gasped.
"Shut up or else," one of them said. The tall one had huge arms, but other than that Zach couldn't tell anything about them.
There was suddenly a fourth person in the stall, who came in and shut the door behind them. The lanky guy smiled at Zach, who now had his mouth covered by two sets of powerful hands. The almost-nerdy individual didn't seem to belong in a gym of all places. But nonetheless he was there.
The younger boy dropped to his knees and pulled Zach's swimsuit down to his knees. Suddenly, Zach noticed a rather large hole in the stall at waist level. He could see someone moving into the other side and shutting the door. The guy on the other side peered through, then sat up just a bit. Zach could only see his smile through the hole.
What was going on? He wondered. What in the world are these guys doing???
"Now guys," the lanky boy said, smiling.
The beefy jocks thrust him hard up against the wall. The younger guy suddenly had his cock on his hand and guided his prick through the hole. One of the others leaned on him so he couldn't pull it back out.
Zach felt something warm and hot envelop his dick on the other end. Despite himself, the pleasure enveloped him and he groaned at the shock. His dick started to get hard immediately. He hadn't had any time to think before something that felt like a tongue started flicking over the head of his cock.
Oh my god, he thought.
The guys behind him grabbed his ass and began to pump him forward and backward into that hot mouth.
"Unh...unh..." he moaned, uncontrollably. "Stop it...please you guys...oooooooooh."
He heard them squirt something and then felt something wet on his asshole.
"What the..." Zach start to ask, but it was already too late.
He heard a zipper pull down and suddenly, something hard and moist was poking into his backside. Before it could register what it was, the dick belonging to the university quarterback plunged deep into his ass.
"ARRRRRRRRRGH!" The pain was incredible ? he had never felt anything like it in his life. The mouth on the other end sucked harder than ever. But at least it took away some of the pressure on his ass.
He tried to push forward, to get away, but it only succeeded in driving his dick deeper into the mouth in front of him.
"Unh! Unh!" he groaned, feeling a swirl of pleasure and pain.
"Yeah, you jock fag fucker, take that cock up your hole," one of them laughed.
All of a sudden, Chad's body felt fantastic, and he gripped the top of the stall. A swirl of lust flooded through his mind, and he started pounding the partition with his own free will.
And as he started to cum into the hot mouth on the other end, he wondered why he never had tried anything with guys before. It was hotter than anything he had ever imagined. As the hot guy came up his ass, he knew he was going to have to do this again. Maybe one of the other guys in the stall would fuck him too?
They had turned him queer in less than 5 minutes.
Guy, the top pizza-delivery boy on campus, looked down at his watch and smiled. It was his new personal best. And better yet, the had gotten their target. He was theirs now, and would do anything they wanted.
Phase two of Operation Campus Takedown had begun in earnest.
Student Body President Ritchie Carlton had a nice big office befitting his position as one of the most influential youths on campus. His office was in the busy student union, and even overlooked the busy lounge area where most students came to relax. He felt important, and more importantly, other people felt he was important.
He straightened his tie as he spoke on the phone to one of the professors in the science building. Apparently there were some reports of graffiti popping up in a lot of the men's rooms, and there was some growing concern over it.
Ritchie smiled condenscendingly while reassuring him that if anything of any import were going on, he would know about it. No doubt it was only a few good-for-nothings trying to cause trouble. He would alert campus security and then notate having done so in order to have yet another platform slogan completed during his tenure. Safety and security of the student body ? check, he thought.
It was that moment he decided to go to the bathroom, which was only across the hall. He grabbed his sportcoat and decided he would go to lunch after taking a piss. It was never too early to try and tell more students about how successful his time in office was.
He opened the door of the bathroom and rounded the corner to the stalls. He saw that several of them had been marked for repair. The last two on the end, however, were not. He went into the second-to-last one and closed the door behind him.
As he sat down, he noticed the small hole in the side of the marble divider. He made a mental note to tell engineering to come up and fix it. Obviously, the same vandals were destroying the university's property outside of the science building as well. He would have to look into this further after he ate.
He continued to look through, and noticed that there was actually a person on the other side. The guy was furiously stroking his cock, no doubt oblivious to Ritchie's presence.
Great, he thought, this guy couldn't wait until he got home. Damn homosexual.
Ritchie couldn't believe someone would do that in a public place ? even if it was a restroom. His conservative, Catholic upbringing would never have allowed for it. It disgusted him to no end, and he thought of reporting him and getting the student in trouble.
But then, he heard two sets of footsteps walk into the restroom. One of them entered the opposite stall, paused, and knelt down. The guy whistled loudly, and before Ritchie knew it both sets of arms on either side of him had reached under and grabbed both of his legs. They pulled him off of the toilet seat, and he slammed hard into the floor. His boxer shorts were around his ankles, and he landed with a loud crash.
"OW! What the fuck are you guys doing?" he yelled.
Beefy jock Bryan Hadley, recently converted from a drunken night staying over at his fellow ROTC cadet's room, burst in and pulled the shorts down. Ritchie was laying naked on the floor with a guy on each side holding him down, and the hunky soldier wannabe aiming for his crotch.
Ritchie didn't even have time to say a word as Bryan downed his cock in one fell swoop. He hardened instantly, with sudden, hidden desires he had always pushed aside coming raging to the surface of his conscious.
"Oh god," he breathed. "No, no, no, no..."
No, he thought in vain. I'm not a fag. I don't want to be a fag.
But as his dick hardened in Bryan's mouth and the two pairs of arms began to fondle his body while holding him down, he realized that it wasn't exactly true.
When the athletic stud stuck his wet finger up his ass and pumped it in and out, Ritchie knew that it was EXACTLY what he wanted.
A few minutes later, Bryan was fucking his ass raw. The other two guys had come out of their stalls and were looking at him with lust as they fondled and sucked wherever they could. It was obvious that they were each going to have a turn up his ass as well.
And as he stared back up at them, he began to lick his lips in anticipation.
At that point, Bryan flipped open a cell phone and dialed a number.
"Target acquired," was all he said, as he continued to pump his huge monster cock up inside of him.
Then, as the hunger came upon Ritchie, his last sensible thought was that he probably should have taken the professor seriously. As the dark-haired journalism major on his left began to finger his ass, he realized that sometimes it wasn't the best idea to know about EVERYTHING going on at campus.
The thought occurred to him that he would have to stop by the professor's office later that afternoon and 'reassure' him that everything was fine. The professor was no doubt suspicious that the college had a bigger problem than vandalism going on.
Especially now that Ritchie Carlton, objective number 25, was now part of it.
Chad smiled.
Hot guy after hot guy was going down on campus. That's all there was too it. It had only been about a week since he had been sucked off in his sleep by his roommate Ben, but now things were really heating up.
About a third of all the men at the school had been 'converted,' and Chad was now the ringleader of Operation Campus Takedown. It hadn't been easy work ? after all, they had to be realistic. There were only so many situations where you could overpower and dominate someone and get them hooked. The curse made it easy once you had the target's dick sucked, true, but they were still outnumbered. It didn't pay to be careless.
Plus, it wasn't like there weren't any women on campus. They had initially started just taking anyone whom they could get, but that had caused a few big problems rather quickly. Girls everywhere were starting to figure out that something funny was going on. After all, a lot of their guys never came to see them anymore. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out something was up.
He knew they had to be careful and slowly work their way around to make sure that they only took over people who weren't friends or around each other often.
Chad shook his head ruefully.
And then there were the 'other' gay people. It was one thing to turn out a closeted, homophobic jock into a fag. But they had mistakenly jumped an already-gay man here and there as they had gone forward. It had almost been a problem.
Interestingly enough, sucking dicks of gay men didn't really do anything out of the ordinary. It didn't produce the 'hunger' that had converted (or helped convert) many a straight boy at this point. He had almost panicked ? without the effects of the curse, and the lust that accompanied it, there was little or no motivation to come on board with their little plan. Some high-minded queens might even try to warn their friends.
Luckily, they had discovered that getting one of these fags plowed by a huge cock while having their dick sucked usually did the trick. Without a better understanding of why it worked, Chad could only guess that already being queer gave them a type of 'inoculation' to the 'sucking cock' portion of the curse itself.
He laughed. Every real queer wanted deep down to be fucked. He laughed again. ESPECIALLY the tops. The cocksucking was a bonus, Chad understood. It helped the process. But without fucking an asshole with a huge dick, it didn't work.
He had known that at some point, women were going to be the bigger problem, however. They were going to have to figure out a way to keep things underground. At least, until it was too late. But they had an advantage ? finals were now over, and people were preparing to leave for home. That's were Operation Campus Takedown had come in.
It would be a simple matter to just let everyone leave and return in the fall and let no one be the wiser of how many men had been taken over. But even Chad realized that if they kept going and going, sooner or later someone would catch on. And the way the country was so conservative and anti-gay at the moment, who knows how the government would 'contain' the problem if they really knew how powerful this curse was? That one thought was able to cut through the constant haze of lust he felt. After all, you have to survive if you want to suck cock. It's just the way it is.
What they needed was a base of operations, where they could get everyone together who had been cursed. A place where all of the them could sleep, eat and fuck as much as they wanted without anyone being the wiser. From there, they would have enough hot men to keep the rest of the group satisfied.
Chad had been doing an outstanding job so far ? if he said so himself - and even came up with this plan. But he realized that with the curse expanding almost exponentially at this point that he would soon be in over his head.
But it wouldn't be over the head of Ritchie Carlton, which is why he had sent ROTC hottie Bryan and his 'fag commandos' to have him converted. The young Republican hottie was about as well-connected as it gets on campus. And he was used to politics and leadership. Chad needed an ally to help pull the plan off, and Ritchie was just the guy.
As he smiled and walked into his dorm room that night where Ritchie lay naked and handcuffed on his bed, he couldn't help but think how well all of this was going.
Chad began to suck his cock.
"Oh yeah, man..." the young conservative moaned. They began a sordid fuck that lasted several hours. After all, Chad had to be sure he was on their side.
Because their main target, Lambdi Chi Delta, was next.