Going away from home was a hard thing for me. I'd always been shy, reserved, and desperately uncomfortable in social situations. When my sister, Amy, had suggested to me days earlier, as she drove me a county away up to my new apartment for the first time with all my gear in the back of the family car, that ''you should moderate your drinking, and try not to go out too much, Sam'', it'd been hard to stifle my laughter. It really should've gone without saying; I'd been drinking for two years now since I was 17, true, but only in a friend's house nearly every time. I could still count the amount of times I'd been in a pub on one hand.
So, who my room mate (or mates) would be was an important matter, as I'd be spending quite a lot of my time around the apartment. As it turned out....my room mate, Kyle, wasn't exactly what I'd call my idealic room mate...
He answered the door for us as we stood in the apartment building hallway, laden with our bags. As soon as he opened the door, I'm pretty sure I could hear my sister's jaw hit the floor.
He was simply dressed, socks, jeans and a tight, blue T-shirt. All of which served to show how....incredibly fit he was. A broad, broad set of shoulders, biceps that shouldn't've fit within the arms of his shirt, but magically did. Flat slabs of pectoral muscle were visible through the shirt, those and his shoulders highlighting his tapered waist. He had short, midnight hair and wore a cocky grin as he invited us in.
Within seconds, me stumbling after him into the apartment almost drunkenly, the inevitable happened; my sister started flirting with him. Compliments about the apartment, as he showed us the living room, kitchen and bathroom, seemed to convey, through the honey drenched tone of voice my sister used, that he was fully responsible for how amazing the....''apartment'' looked.
I simply stayed quiet, resenting his grin as he almost leered at my sister who responded in kind (despite her boyfriend back in our home town), even as....I couldn't take my eyes off him. True, I'd suspected for some time that I was gay, or had at least bi-sexual urges that way (for I did still women attractive and difficult to be around), but attraction to the same gender, in person, was extremely rare for me. In fact, the only man I'd ever been attracted to before this cocky, irreverant jock was my best friend, Jamie, back home (I'd sadly never revealed the depth of my feelings to him, despite his understanding of a lot of my difficult quirks), and Jamie could be cocky too, yes, but it was almost self-mocking the way he did it....this Kyle should've set off overt hate within me the second I laid eyes on him, all his kind did, all those arrogant, careless pricks like him I'd ever met....but my palms were suddenly sweaty, and I was struggling to meet his eyes.
Amy settled herself into one of the armchairs in the living room as Kyle showed me my bedroom, my heart skipping a beat when I realised our bedrooms were right beside each other. He dropped my sister's share of my bags, which he offered to do to lean in nice and close to my sister, who near swooned with the proximity. ''Well, get yourself settled, I'll be right outside,'' he said with a wink and a....a slap on the butt. I made a strange, girlish yelping noise to it, and his grin grew wider at hearing it, before he stepped back outside, his feet whispering on the hallway floor as he headed back to the living room for more swings at my sister, I was sure. Did...surely...he couldn't have gripped my butt when he smacked me like that, could he have? No....surely that was just my imagination....
The tent in my pants, however, was not.
I waited for it to abate, having to resist an insane notion to jerk off right there in my new bedroom. Shamefaced at my lust towards this meat head, I went back out, the crotch of my pants flat once more, to see Kyle sitting on the chair my sister had previously occupied, with her now situated on the right arm of the chair. Kyle's right arm was curled up around the back of his chair, hand dangerously close to my sister's butt...they both looked up at me as I came in, my sister with an innocent face, so I could surmise, struggling to keep my face from burning, that that hand had been a lot closer seconds ago.
''Like your room, Sam?'' Amy continued before I could speak, ''you know, I was thinking, maybe, I could stay here for the night, I mean its dark out...''
The way Kyle grinned at me should've been punishable by death. I managed to find a shred of decorum, reminding my sister in a quiet voice of her obligations, ''Keith was expecting you back tonight, though. And you've work in the morning....'' I stared at her pointedly.
Kyle's hand now did caress her as I watched, the blood in my face dangerously hot, and she seemed to struggle to find what she was going to say. The way Kyle stared at me as he did that to my sister....yes, that cocky grin I wanted to kiss- to punch I mean was still there, but there was something in his eyes...if he took my sister right now, I wouldn't do anything. I knew it. He knew it.
I don't, for the life of me, know what my sister was thinking at the time, but she finally managed to make up her mind, almost vaulting off the arm of the chair, face flushed and chest heaving. ''Yeah, yeah I'd better...I'd better go,'' she said thickly, not able to meet my eyes. She took a step towards me, almost as if to hug me farewell or something, a small sign of the supportive sister she'd been only a short while ago, but she seemed to decide against it, and walked past me, giving me an effort at a smile. ''I'll talk to you, Sam, good luck!''
She practically skipped down the hallway and out the door, a resounding crash against the frame that only my blood filled ears could've conjured.
I slowly faced Kyle again. And stared, as his right hand, which had been so frankly rubbing my sister's ass not even a minute ago, was now rubbing himself through his jeans, his eyes shamelessly locked on mine.
''Damn, Sam,'' a stupid smile on face as if the rhyme of his words was somehow witty, ''that sister of yours....fuck...you should invite her down sometime...''
It was at least ten seconds before the words sunk in, my gaze locked to the sizeable lump beneath his moving right hand. When it did however, I just mumbled something alone the lines of, ''I don't think so, K-Kyle....'', almost fleeing the room for the sanctuary of my bedroom.
For some reason, the air in the room now seemed a lot colder....I shook with....something....oh who the hell was I kidding, I'd masturbated before, had sexual fantasies (aplenty), I knew this was lust, sheer, brainless lust now coursing through my veins....I sunk down onto the edge of the bed, hands braced against my knees as I struggled against the cloying sensation of it.
Slowly, I came around. And realised....that asshole had been rubbing my sister's ass !
I had to say something. I'd just stood there as he did that, I had to let him know, had to shout at the prick about what he'd done. I stepped outside again, a determined look on my slowly (ever so slowly) paling face.
And stopped as the first moan rang in my ears. Then another. Then more equally unmistakeable sounds. My heart pounded. Was there a girl in the apartment, with Kyle? Oh God....did Amy come back in....
I rushed out to the living room area to find Kyle topless, his cock outside his fly....but no one else. He had porn on the television.
That evil right hand of his continued to rub himself, oh so slowly, watch it rise and fall, his proud, thick cock standing oh so tall...again, it took me a while to register what he said, to register that his eyes had been fixed on me from the very second I'd came back in. As if he'd been waiting for me...
''Thank God you came back...,'' he said in a low, gloating voice as his eyes speared clean through mine, ''just in time, Sam....''
His right hand fell away to his right thigh, his hand beckoning me close. Hynotised, my eyes struggling to take in both his Adonis-like upper body and veined, rigid cock at the same time, I did as he bid, stopping a few feet in front of him.
''Strip for me, Sam...'' he whispered, his voice seeming to drift into my mind and fill all the empty spaces, echoing again and again...once more, without a sound other than my shaken breaths, I did as he bid me. Shirt first....a soft noise, seeming to convey both derision and appreciation at my smooth, slender body. Next, my shoes and while in that vicinity, my socks.
My hands stopped dead at my tracksuit bottoms. I realised what I was wearing underneath....a red, satin pair of my sister's underwear that I'd pilfered from her only earlier that day...I'd been on-and-off wearing items of her clothing for years now, this being the first time in ages, my imagination thrilling me with the idea of wearing them going here, of all places, and then successfully infiltrating them back to my sister's collection at the end of the week, when I'd be visiting home for two or three days again.
I had no time to retreat, to come to my senses. Kyle rose, rose, and kept rising, his massive body dwarfing me completely, leaving me shaking in my...well, not my ''boots'', but my everything else. I shook and shivered as he came close, his hands taking mine away from my waist, the encircling of those arms....no words could describe. I was his, to do with as he wanted.
I barely registered as he hooked down my pants, stepping out of them willingly. He looked at the underwear I was wearing, my small 4 inch cock poking out the waist, and then met my eyes. And smirked.
I struggled for words. My face couldn't truly get more flushed. The shame, the humiliation....allied with the lust that had stricken me, I was completely helpless. He sat back down, that shark like smirk still on his lips, as he said, derisively, ''Well, get to it then, pansy.''
Was it the exhaustion of my raw feelings that had my knees hit the floor so quickly? I couldn't've just degraded myself by continuing on with this after his sudden coarseness....surely I had more dignity than that....
I'd never know. But forever, I'd remember that moment my lips first touched the gloriously uncut crown of his massive cock. The rankness of the smell of musky, sweaty genitalia that afflicted my nostrils, almost rubbing off the top of his cock as I took in the first inch or two. I knew I'd taste cock for days to come; the taste, while utterly repulsive, weaved a spell on me....all I could think about was...
''....sucking my dick, you fuckin' queer'' I managed to hear Kyle say as I moved my mouth on him, his right hand a firm presence at the back of my hair, fingertips toying with my shoulder length hair. I heard the words, I registered them in my mind, knew that they meant....and didn't care. My mouth salivating all over him, all I could do was lunge my stretched mouth onto him, again and again, finding more of it in my mouth every few seconds, a neverending amount of cock for me to degrade myself with. My tongue curled around the thick, bulbous vein at the bottom of it, licking the coarse smelling, tasting skin, weird, wet sounds deep down in my throat as I struggled to take in yet more of Kyle.
Somehow, I remembered myself through the haze of reality that centred on Kyle's dick. I brought my right hand down from where it'd been braced against Kyle's seat, and rubbed at myself vigourously through the panties, needing to cum more now than ever before.
Kyle's hands gripping the sides of my head caught me unawares, and pulled me off him, a horribly piteous, begging sound escaping my precum and saliva drenched lips, my two hands flying up to grip his cock, as if afraid he was taking it away. I looked up at him plaintively.
And stared at the camera of his expensive mobile phone. ''Don't dare touch yourself, Sam, you're my bitch right now, you'll do what I say, do you understand?'' his voice gruff as he barked at me.
''Ye-Yes sir,'' I answered instinctively, not even able to register at the time what a shameless whore I must've looked like at that moment, my head pushing at his too-strong hands as if begging for another taste, a chance to redeem myself.
Which, of course, I was doing, whether I like think about it or not.
''I've been recording this for....two and a half minutes now,'' he informed me after checking on his phone, ''and your sister gave me her phone number; want me to send this to her?''
''No no, Kyle, please....,'' I begged, shocked to stillness once more at the thought of my sister receiving a recording of her brother on his knees, her panties snug around his girlish figure, sucking on the dick of the guy who'd been fondling her not even a hour or two ago, now.
''Then beg, bitchboy, beg for my cock in your mouth.''
I had to. That's how I rationalised it to myself from that point onwards. Though of course rationalising it was far from my thoughts at that time. I licked my lips (oh my God, I just licked my wet, cock reeking cocks for him on camera) and said, shakingly, ''Pl-Please Kyle, let me suck your cock...''
''Not good enough, boy,'' he said, smiling as his fingers seemed to touch buttons on his phone.
''Please Kyle, I want to suck your cock, I want to be your sissy bitchboy!'' I cried, terrified he was sending the video to my sister.
''Hmmph, much better, faggot,'' his voice twisting the word so I flinched, my frail emotions getting the better of me as I sobbed, tears breaking from my eyelids down onto my cheeks.
''No need to cry, bitch, look,'' he cooed mockingly, releasing my head. ''This is what you want, right?''
He didn't beckon me, push me or anything. I just attacked it again, tears rolling down my cheeks, the salty taste of them mixed in with the potent ''cock''tail of his manhood in my mouth as I moved faster and faster on him, my hands coming up to rub at the base of his cock and balls. I heard him moaning ''encouragement'' along the lines of going faster, getting him in deeper, and something that sounded horrifying like the word ''sister'', so I did as he commanded, my mouth finding itself further and further down the considerable length of his cock, ''hitting the wall'' so to speak with at least two inches of the man still left to go, gagging and choking on his man meat, his hand clamped once more against the back of his head. My jaw aching, I couldn't move; he held me there, throat filled deep with bulging cock for at least 10 seconds, struggling to breathe before he relented, me sucking in a breath in quickly as I got maybe a second of reprise before his hand pushed me onto him again.
And pulled. And pushed. I stopped trying to move, only concentrating on pleasing him, my tongue, lips and mouth stretched to their fullest as he proprelled me, again and again, onto his fat cock, my mouth making horrible, thick sounds the likes of which I never wished to make again.
His moans started growing loud in my ears. Suddenly, his hand gripped the long hair at the back of my head, yanking me off him excruciatingly painfully, only to rub his cock against my right cheek, and spurt his cum all over my face, a jet of it stinging my eye.
I settled back wearily onto my haunches, a sharp pain seemingly all over my scalp, eye stinging from cum of all things, jaw and mouth feeling far too big for my face....and he laughed at me. I heard clicks of the phone absently, the pain, shame and lust mixture of the last ten or fifteen minutes (Gods, how it felt like much, much longer...) leaving me utterly dazed, non receptive....I tried to lean back, only to feel his hand grab me by the throat, pulling me against him until my face was pressed against his cock and testicles.
''Don't know where the fuck you think you're going,'' he laughed at me roughly, ''you're gonna keep on licking, hell, maybe suck on my balls, bitchboy, until I'm hard again. And then....I'm going to really make you a girl, on your very own bed....''
I stared at him. What had I done? What in all the world had I gotten myself into? There was no resisting now; not only had he taped me while I was insensate, I'd added fuel with my pathetic words and continued oral worship of this horrible, evil bastard.
His hand pressed my face against him, disgustingly, once more, as he said contentedly ''Get to it, sissy, you've a long night ahead of you....''
My lips wrapped around him once more, as more tears flowed down my cheeks.
And my cock twitched.
End Of Part One