I sat there stunned. Things had taken a wild turn. I wasn't sure what to do. I was holding the crusty shirt in my hand, staring at it nervously when Andrew said, "Listen. Don't pretend for one second like you don't want this. I read a lot more on your internet history than that fucking website. And to be honest, you're going to get this whether you like it or not." He gripped the bulge in his sweatpants. "Now take off your shirt, and put it on."
I couldn't believe I was doing it. But I did. I took off my shirt, pulled the balled up crusty shirt apart, and pulled it over my head, still unable to make eye contact with him. To my embarrassment, I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants, and fast. I left my old shirt on my lap to hide it, but to my dismay Andrew continued "Now your pants." I slowly started to unbutton my pants, and slid them off me, sitting with my underwear tenting out as Andrew looked on. "Jesus, you really do like this. I'd say you were acting like a woman but I got to be honest, I don't know many women who would wear a shirt covered in my old cum." He thought this was really funny and he laughed.
"I'll tell you what. I'm not even going to make you do anything. I'm just going to stand here and let you do whatever you want." With that, he stepped over me on the chair, and his crotch was right in my face. I uncomfortably shifted.
"Listen Andrew. You're a cool guy, but I don't know about this. I mean we're roommates. What if things get weird?"
"If things get weird?! kyle, you're sitting in your underwear and a cum-soaked shirt a used as a rag two days ago, that you kept," he was laughing now, "and to top it all off, you're soaking through your fucking shorts right now you're so turned on." I looked down, and could see a large wet spot forming where the top of my dick head was pressed against the cotton. "I'd say things are pretty fucking weird already. Looks like you've got a real monster there" He laughed again. My cock was average, but not huge. "Listen bitch, I'm not asking you to be my fucking girlfriend. I'm telling you to suck on my knob." My head was swimming. I started to run out of excuses as my sex drive began making decisions for me. I reached forward slowly, and began to feel his dick through the material of his sweatpants. It was still soft, but had a heft to it. I loved the feel of it, and began exploring further, wrapping my hand around it's thick circumference. Fuck it I thought. I reached up slowly and pulled down on the elastic waist band, the base of his fat dick was just coming into view when he stopped me. I looked up, my eyes almost pleading. "Listen Kyle. I'm serious. Don't start something now that you aren't going to finish. I have no patience for a cock tease." I looked down, back at his growing package. I started to pull down the waistband again, "Go ahead girl."
This comment kind of annoyed me, but I let it go, as I lowered his sweats to his knees, over his massive, tree trunk legs covered in hair. His cock was hanging long, and getting thicker and harder. He grabbed it by the base, and slapped it against my face, letting it roll around as I sat embarrassed. He was laughing. I grabbed his legs as he rubbed it around on me more, a massive amount of precum dripping off of it. He shoved my head into his groin, and began to hump my face, his sweaty pubes rubbing up against it as his belly rubbed up against my hair. I was in heaven. All I wanted to do was to get his fat cock head in my mouth. As if reading my mind, he said "Go ahead bitch. Suck my dick." I leaned forward and took the fat mushroom head into my mouth. Once again, Andrew moaned loudly. "Yeah bitch, take that dick."
I started licking around his head, trying to pull some of the precum out of his cock. His hands roamed lazily through my hair as my hands wrapped around his ass. I felt his grip on my head get stronger as he said "come on bitch, open wide." He started inching his cock, now a rigid 8.5 inches deeper into my mouth. I could feel his cock head pressing against the back of my throat. His cock was as fat as he was, and it wasn't going to fit, not that it stopped him from trying.
He pushed hard and I could feel it entering my throat. I started to gag, which made him laugh. His hand dropped to catch saliva (and precum) pouring from my mouth as I choked on it, "careful cunt, you almost messed on the carpet." With that, he rubbed the saliva on my forehead, cramming more of his cock in my throat. I felt the head pop into my throat and start inching deeper. I breathed through my nose as my throat gripped his shaft. Finally he gave one last push and I felt his hairy belly pressing into my forehead and his pubes tickling my nose. "There you go bitch. You're a fucking natural. That slut rachel can't even take my whole cock in her mouth and look at you, first try. Now hold it there bitch." His hands held my head firm on his dick as he began backing up, towards his desk. I had no choice but to follow shuffling out of my chair onto my knees, with his cock down my throat. He pulled me across the room awkwardly where he grabbed his cell phone off of his desk. He pulled his dick out slightly, giving me a little room to gasp a much needed full breath, when I heard the click of his cell phone taking a picture. I looked up to his smiling face, "You just looked so happy with my cock in your mouth I wanted to save the moment." He shoved his dick back in, hard and took another picture. He tossed his cell phone back on his desk and started face fucking me with both hands on the back of my head, him standing, me kneeling. His massive form towered over me as his fat dick pistoned in and out of my gaping mouth. This went on for about fifteen minutes, by which time my chin and t shirt was soaked with saliva and precum. He pulled his dick out, slapped me a couple times with it, and laid back in his bed. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a large, hairy, pudgy form. His belly was massive, and he had a couple stretch marks. He had what some would describe as man boobs, also covered in hair. Realistically, most women would probably never fuck somebody like Andrew. He was a fat, hairy, impolite slob. But my eyes were glued to the massive cock dripping in my spit. "Take your underwear off slut. All i want to see you in is that cum rag of a shirt you're wearing." I dropped my underwear and climbed up on the bed. "Nice cock," he laughed sarcastically. Mine was much smaller than his. Disregarding it, I sucked down his rod again, and he again started to face fuck me. This went on for around 20 minutes, with him talking shit the entire time. "Who's your fucking daddy now bitch? You like daddy's cock?" For a while he forced me to suck his massive hairy balls, having fun for a while trying to get me to suck both at once. "One day bitch. One day."
After another ten minutes of cock sucking, I could feel his balls tighten up to his shaft. I kept sucking, wondering what to do if he started to cum. I didn't have to wonder long because, with some loud moans, Andrew yelled "Take that fucking cum fag" his hands gripped the back of my head hard, cramming it between his legs to the base of his cock. Then he, began shooting cum into my well-worn throat. Shot after shot of cum poured out of his dick as he yanked it from my mouth and sprayed it al over my face. Finally, he shot a few more rounds onto my already cum covered shirt. "Put it back in your mouth." I grabbed his slimy, softening cock, and put it back in my mouth, sucking it clean. After a minute he pulled out, "cut it out bitch. Shit's sensitive." Then he rubbed it off in my hair, laughing. I sat there stunned. He hefted his big hairy body off of the bed, his belly hanging from his torso. I couldn't believe this fat, hulking southerner was my first gay experience. He looked down at the sheets. "Fuck slut, you creamed yourself just licking my dick? You got my bed all dirty. Lick that shit up." I was embarrassed, having cum already, and felt strangely guilty for what had happened. I snapped back when he said "I said lick it up."
Something had changed within me. I leaned forward, still embarrassed, and began licking up my own semen. I turned to see Andrew taking more pictures with his cell phone as I was on all fours in his bed, my cock still dripping, licking up my own cum. My ass hung out from the now freshly cum-soaked t-shirt i was wearing, and my face and hair were dripping in the massive load Andrew had sprayed all over me. I remembered him taking the pictures earlier.
"Andrew please delete those pictures." I begged him. "They could ruin me. I don't want to be out of the closet and I can't let people know I'm gay."
Andrew responded laughing, his fat cock swinging beneath his legs as he walked over and sat next to me on the bed. He put his arm around me tenderly and spoke softly, "Listen bitch. These are my pictures on my cell phone. I didn't force you to do anything. Do you think you're really in a position to be telling me what to do right now? You're dripping head to toe in my semen." He laughed, and took another picture, just to make his point. "It isn't up to you what I do with these pictures. That's just true. Even if you suck my dick every night for the next year, which you will, you still aren't going to be able to tell me what to do with these pictures. So get it out of your head. He tussled my hair and added, "Get to bed. We're going to have a big day tomorrow."
I stood up, head still spinning, and wandered over to the door, pulling a towel around me. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?"
"Shower" I mumbled, and left the room. I walked through the short hallway to the bathroom that we shared with four other rooms. When I went into the bathroom, to my horror, I saw our R.A. Simon. Simon was a short, pudgy latino who wore braces and was constantly running his mouth. Simon looked at me and I quickly blew by him to jump in the shower, hoping he hadn't figured out that the slime covering my shirt face and hair was Andrew's cum.
I let the hot water wash over me, then heard Andrew step into the bathroom. "Hey Simon, how's it going." I heard Simon whisper something to Andrew to which he responded loudly,"Oh that? Kyle was just helping me out with something in the room, weren't you Kyle?" I didn't respond, turning bright red in the shower, wishing I could evaporate. I heard Andrew step into one of the bathroom stalls, "I gotta take a shit." I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Simon awkwardly excuse himself. I loathed to think of what must be running through his head." When I was done showering, Andrew was still in the stall. The entire bathroom reeked. I turned off the shower, dried quickly and went back into the room where I climbed in bed, leaving the light on.
Andrew stepped into the room. I looked over and realized, he was still completely naked, likely further hinting to Simon what had happened between us. "Hey slut you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" I lifted my head off the pillow, more surprised than anything. "I'm kidding you dumb bitch. haha. You fucking wish. I'll give you more dick in the morning." With that, he climbed into bed, rocking me back and forth as he settled into place, and said "Goodnight bitch. It's gonna be a good year." He rolled over and started snoring loudly.
My mind reeling, I drifted off to sleep, wondering what the rest of the year would bring.