Jay Earns His "A" -- Part 6
By arthur990x
"Alright, faggot, strip and drop to your knees." Chris went from laughing and smiling to demanding and serious in a matter of seconds. It took Jay by surprise, but that didn't stop him from starting to take off his shirt.
Suddenly, the conversation he had with Amir popped in his head, and he decided that if he had any chance of standing up to Chris and Henry in the future, he'd have to say something now. He cleared his throat loudly but Chris and Henry were preoccupied getting beer and planning the fuck session. Jay finished taking off his shirt, wadded it into a ball, and threw it at Chris.
Chris turned slowly and said, "Eager to get started, homo? We'll be right with you once we flip a coin to see who gets to pound your pussy first."
"Maybe you can pound each other, because this isn't going to happen," Jay said confidently. "It's your word against mine that anything happened during that final. I'm not your sex toy. You don't get to use me whenever you feel like it."
Henry was stunned. Chris continued to drink his beer.
"Sure. I like to have sex with men. But that doesn't I like having sex with you." Jay was shaking; he could feel adrenaline coursing through his body. "And if you either of you come near me again, I'll beat the shit out of you."
Jay finished and stared at the two naked men across the room. The silence was awkward and long. Henry was the first to speak.
"Look, Jay, Chris told me you got off on this sort of thing. I didn't mean anything by it. I was just . . . " Chris interrupted him by punching him in the arm.
"Shut the fuck up, Henry. Are you seriously letting this fairy get to you?" Chris walked over to where Henry had been sitting and picked up the jeans off the floor. He reached into the pocket and took out a cell phone. After a few seconds of fiddling, he turned the screen toward Jay and took another drink of his beer.
The confidence that Jay felt disappeared instantly as the screen in front of him played a familiar scene. It was a video of his final. And nothing was left to the imagination.
Chris spoke, "Henry captured the whole 'shebang' from penetration to cumsplosion. He emailed me the vid to confirm that it was you--my roommate."
Jay reached for the phone as Chris jerked his hand away. "Not so fast, sweetie," Chris sneered. "Even if you got the phone, it wouldn't much matter since this embarrassing little scene is stored safely on my laptop and iPod. And, come to think of it, it might make for a highly rated YouTube video. Don't you think, Henry?"
Henry nodded his head and chuckled nervously.
"And what a nice link for the frat brothers to find in their inbox tomorrow. So, what do you say?" asked Chris. "Are you gonna drop to your knees and start this fuck fest? Or do you want to end up an amateur porn star on the Internet? Your choice, queerios."
Jay's eyes sank to floor. He hated that Chris had this power of him. He could decide right now to "come out" to the world--whatever the hell that meant. But his own feelings confused him, scared him. In this moment, he couldn't think for himself. He simply reacted--emotionally and without focus. He reached for his waistband and started to lower his shorts. He felt a hand on his shoulder pushing down on his knees. He didn't have to look up to know it was Chris's hand. He could tell by the laughter. He almost felt . . . happy . . . that Chris was in control in this moment.
Chris recognized that defeated puppy-dog face--the look of a crushed spirit yearning for domination. Chris swung his hips and let his flaccid dick slap Jay in the face. Henry burst into a fit of laughter. Jay looked up at his roommate, half surprised and half disgusted. How different this sex would be from the sex he just had with Amir.
"First things first, fag. You need to do something about your stiffy. We don't need any homo hot sauce all over the place as we're enjoying your tight little snatch."
Jay had been erect since he entered the room. He realized he hadn't cum when he was with Amir. Without looking away from Chris's face, he started jerking himself rapidly without being ordered. A moment later something else hit him in the face and fell to the floor. He looked down between his legs to see a permanent marker.
Chris said, "It's for your aching mangina. Remember: You don't get to cum without something inside you. Get a move on."
Without hesitation, growing hornier by the second, Jay picked up the marker and reached around to insert it. He stopped short and realized it could probably use some lube. He brought the marker back up to his face and stuck it in his mouth. His eyes slowly travelled down and back up the four legs in front him, past two growing dicks, and straight up to the faces of Henry and Chris, his potential frat brothers and former friends. They returned his gaze--Henry with a look of exhilarated surprise and Chris with a determined grin.
Jay was so wrapped up in his sexual tension that he ceased reasoning through the situation. Once his hand touched his cock, the only thing on his mind was blowing his load. He could think of nothing other than the things Amir had done to him--the feeling in his ass when Amir's tongue . . .
Jay slurped on the marker and drew it from his mouth, dripping wet, all the while keeping eye contact with Henry and Chris. He returned the marker to his ass and inserted it with some effort. Jay grunted and jacked his cock quicker--simultaneously thrusting the marker in and out of his hole. He stared up at the two naked men in front of him, visually exploring their bodies as they massaged their own cocks. In his lustful euphoria, cock leaking and anus pulsating, Jay wanted their dicks. Badly.
As if he could read the lust on his face, Chris walked forward and parted Jay's lips with his rock hard dick. Instead of invading Jay's throat, which was Chris's first instinct, he allowed Jay to willfully devour his meat. Jay eagerly accepted Chris's cock, suckling the head, caressing it with his tongue. In that moment, on the verge of erupting, he needed Chris's manhood. He had no choice but to worship it, to devote his life in that moment to servicing the beautiful instrument in his mouth.
And then he came, exploded--several hours worth of pent up sexual tension. His throat willfully swallowed Chris's pole while the marker pressed on his prostate and his hand pumped ropes of cum on the floor in front of him. Jay's entire body tensed as pulses of ecstasy emanated from his groin. Wave after wave of physical joy coursed through his limbs, and he was sure the room was flooded with his nut.
But as the pleasured subsided and rationality returned to his brain, post-orgasm reality set in. The marker no longer felt pleasurably--only invasive--and the last thing he wanted in his mouth was Chris's dick. It disgusted him, made him feel ashamed. His entire being rejected sex.
Chris could feel Jay squirm beneath him. And it's exactly where he wanted him. He thought to himself, "It's time to put this homo in his place--time to teach him that his rightful place is in the service of his betters."
Chris lunged his hips forward and wedged his rod deep in Jay's throat.
"You realize," Chris said, as Jay's throat rebelled against the invading member, "that I actually don't get much physical pleasure from burying my manhood down your windpipe. [Jay placed his hands on Chris's thighs and tried to push back as Chris inched his dick into place.] No. What really gets me off is knowing that I have complete control over you--knowing that my cock controls your future. [Jay's face reached Chris's pubes as minor panic set in.] I just love the look of submission on your bitch face. Don't you, Henry?"
Chris glanced over his shoulder and winked at Henry. Henry downed the rest of his beer and simply replied, "Dude . . ."
Suddenly, Chris ripped his dick from Jay's throat and grabbed the coughing jock by his hair. Chris brought Jay to his feet and threw him face down on the bed.
Chris turned to Henry, his erect dick bouncing with glee, "Batter up, amigo. Grab yourself some lube and take a ride on the homo-express."
"You don't want to go first?" asked Henry.
"Nah. No offense, dude, but I'm about twice as thick as you. Even after you have your fun, his ass will still feel cherry-fresh to me."
Henry didn't ask twice and wasted no time making his way behind Jay. He grabbed the lube and threw it at Jay's side. "Lube yourself up, Jay. Drench yourself, in fact. Then I guess we'll get started."
Jay reluctantly obeyed and applied lube liberally to his crack and hole. If his fate was sealed, he might as well not make it any more unpleasant than it had to be.
Henry started to awkwardly lay on top of Jay. He inched his way toward a comfortable position, unable to find one, but before Henry could get started, Chris grabbed him by the arm and pulled him aside.
"Dude, Henry, listen," Chris said. "The fag on the bed is not some chick you have to worry about pleasing. It's not like you have to buy him flowers and take him out to dinner." Without warning, Chris grabbed Henry's half-hard cock. He started massaging incredibly slowly. "That homo is here to fulfill your every sick, disgusting fantasy--to do everything for you that women won't. He exists as plaything for real men, as a tool for sexual release so we can ultimately put up with women's shit. So start thinking with this [Chris squeezed Henry's cock] and stop thinking with this [Chris released Henry's cock and poked him in the forehead]."
Their eyes locked for a brief moment, and Chris's devilish smirk seemed to jump from his face to Henry's.
"That's the spirit!" Chris exclaimed. "Now get in there show this decimate this queer's cunt. Tell him exactly what you want him to do."
Henry turned around and Chris gave him a slap on the ass.
"Alright, J . . . homo," Henry said. "Face down on the bed with your palms flat, and stick your ass as far in the air as you're able. And then stick it our further." Jay complied, putting himself in a position that made him feel incredibly vulnerable. Henry jumped up on the bed behind him, slowly running his rod up and down Jay's well-lubed crack.
"This is gonna be so awesome, man," Henry espoused. "I hear ass-fucking is way tighter than pussy-fucking, but my girlfriend won't let me try it. She says it's demeaning or some shit." He lined his up his dripping dick with Jay's greased hole and glanced back at Chris. "But I guess that's why God invented fags, right? HAHA!" He and Chris both laughed uproariously.
Jay winced as Henry inserted this long, skinny dick to the hilt, bottoming out as their ball sacks collided. To Jay, it felt like Henry ended up in his stomach. It's not that his cock was thick, but it was damn long.
Henry stayed still for a moment, taking in the whole experience, reflecting on what this moment meant. He met Jay on move-in day as he walked past Chris and Jay's room. Jay was shirtless, setting down a box, and his running shorts let nothing to the imagination. The first thought Henry ever had about Jay--the big man on campus who would later become a possible frat brother--was, "That guy has girl's ass. I bet it's cherry-tight . . . "
"Boy was I right," Henry said to himself. Then he began his attack. There was no easing into it, no "buttering up" like he had to do with his girlfriend, no worrying about what Jay is gonna say or think or feel afterwards. There were no restrictions on what he could say or do to the piece of meat beneath him.
Henry grabbed Jay's hips and plunged away at a pace that would have guaranteed protest from his girlfriend. He wanted Jay to feel it--to become intimately familiar with every ridge and bump on his slender dick. So he bucked hard and in every direction, exploring all the crevices of Jay's chute. Henry leaned over Jay's back and put his hands on Jay's shoulder blades. He used the bed as a springboard to lunge as Jay's ass.
"FUCK! This is awesome," Henry exclaimed. "Your ass was born to take dick. It's tighter than any virgin I've deflowered. And I don't have to worry about getting you pregnant!" Henry and Chris laughed together and high-fived.
Jay could hear them laughing, but he was trying desperately not to pay attention. For the past few minutes he had tried to block out the entire experience, to tell himself that it wasn't happening if he didn't think about it, and, worst of all, to subdue or ignore "that feeling" starting to develop in his loins. He bit his lip--as Henry continued relentlessly--and cursed himself. It wasn't even that Henry was expertly hitting that sweet spot in this butt. The whole scenario--the hot jock giving it to him while another watched--was disgustingly exciting. He felt that core contradiction--the pleasure/reason divide. And once again, as sex infected his brain, he decided not to care. Someday he would have to figure this out. Right now . . .
Henry lifted himself back up, never leaving the comfort of Jay's pussy, and on his way grabbed Jay's hair, pulling his face off the bed. He brought Jay's body up until his back rested against his chest. He pulled Jay's head back further so he could speak directly to his face. Never once did he stop humping.
Henry spoke, "You are some piece of work, Jay. Here I thought you were some macho jock, and it turns out you're a bigger cock hound than the entire theatre department--combined. Don't think I don't see your starting to throw wood. [Henry used his left hand to slap Jay's rising dick and laughed as it bounced.] You recently came and now you're getting juiced by having another dude fuck your ass. Chris was right, dude. God put a cunt where your ass should be."
With that, Henry lowered Jay but grabbed a second handful of hair, pounding Jay's ass as hard and deep as he had ever fucked.
"Arch your back, bitch!" Henry shouted as he continued to pull back on Jay's hair. "More!"
Chris walked over to the bed, slowly jerking himself as he watched the scene in front of him. He stepped right next to the bed and slapped Jay on the ass. Then he turned to Henry and started rubbing his chest--especially focusing on his quarter-sized nipples.
Chris spoke softly but firmly, "That's it. Ride his fucking vag', man. Make him feel it. Give him every bit of pent up sexual frustration you've ever felt. Plant your seed, man. Plant it deep." Henry was grunting, sweat running off him and drenching the bed.
Then Chris turned his attention to Jay. Saying nothing, he reached around and started jacking him off.
Startled, Jay asked, "What the fuck are you . . . ?"
"Do you want me to stop?" Chris asked with a smile. Jay didn't respond. He simply moaned.
Chris began furiously jacking Jay's dick. Jay's face twisted with beautiful agony. His stomach tensed, and he started to buck back into Henry's thrusts and forward into Chris's hand. It took tens of seconds for Jay to unleash his stream of cream--this time into Chris's waiting palm.
As Jay had his orgasm, Henry screamed, "MOTHER FUCKER! It's like his ass is swallowing me. Holy fuck, holy fuck, HOLY FUCK!"
Henry buried himself, discharging what felt like a lifetime's supply of juices into the depths of Jay's contracting cunt. His body convulsed and he slapped Jay's ass relentlessly. He pumped and pumped, unloading the entire contents of his nuts before collapsing on top of Jay. They both fell to the bed, both panting and covered in sweat--their bodies in full contact. Henry had never experienced sexual pleasure this intense.
Jay, too, felt exhilarated (though exhausted), relieved, satisfied--and a bit ashamed of each. Nonetheless, he found himself enjoying the warmth of Henry's body, wanting nothing more than to fall asleep in this position--this gorgeous jock on top of him with a semi-hard penis still lodged in his rectum. It was . . . comforting. Suddenly, a hand appeared in front of his face--Chris's hand. It had a little white pool in the center, and Jay realized it was his spunk.
"That was quite the workout, sissy boy. Here's a protein shake," Chris said, extending his hand toward Jay's lips. "You're gonna need all the energy you can muster for the next session, so I'd drink up if I were you."
"Yeah, homo," Henry mustered. "I just gave you your enema. Now take your medicine."
Jay kept his mouth shut. This was no longer fun.
Chris sighed. "Look, homo. You know you're gonna do what I say because 1. you're a queer who enjoys being demeaned by real men and 2. I always have your little porn vid to black mail you. Never forget either of those. So stop pretending you have some kind of integrity and stick out your tongue and lap up your spooge like a good little faggot."
Jay was not interested. In all his years of masturbating, he had never felt the desire to eat his cum. Yet there was that Goddamn video . . .
Without any further thinking, before he could talk himself out of it, Jay moved his head forward and sucked on Chris's hand like a vacuum. He drank every last bit of semen and even licked his hand clean. The salty bitterness was unpleasant but not revolting. He made a disgusted face as he swallowed the last bit.
Chris and Henry chuckled. "There you go, cupcake!" Chris exclaimed. "Now get your ass up and on your back. It's time for round two."
END OF PART 6
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Hope you enjoyed part 6 of my first story. Be on the look out for part 7 and beyond. Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome.
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