I woke up the next day, and my hung-over mind started to piece together what had happened last night. My throat was sore from being skull fucked by his thick cock for an hour straight. I ran my fingers across my lips, which were swollen and chapped. To be honest, part of me considered requesting a room transfer that morning. Problem was, all room transfer requests had to go through Simon. The crazy part was that I actually considered it. But in the end, going up to the guy who had seen me dripping in Andrew's cum last night, and asking with chapped lips and a raspy voice if I could get a room transfer.
Not that that was the only thing on my mind. Part of me knew that I liked what had happened last night, even that I wanted more. Things were moving too fast. That much was certain. But for some reason, i wasn't ready to stop. I thought of Andrew's hairy belly, of his massive body. His thick cock that seemed to have an endless supply of cum. I thought of how he talked to me. How he had called me a bitch, a slut. Even that he had called me a girl. To my surprise, just thinking about it had my cock rock hard, dripping in precum as it tented my underwear out under the covers. I rubbed around the base of it, thinking again of Andrew as he pumped my face with his cock last night. As I softly stroked my cock, the door flew open and Andrew walked in. I quickly rolled over and pretended to be asleep.
"Well don't let me interrupt you" he laughed. I rolled over, rubbing my eyes, pretending to be just waking up. "Oh come on, don't act like you weren't just rubbing that little thing you call a cock while you thought of me jamming my dick down your throat. I have photographic evidence that we're way past that point my friend. Now get the fuck down here, we need to talk." I blushed red at his taunts, but swung my legs over the side of the bed and jumped down. He smirked, "pathetic," as he looked at my hardon in my pants. I went to put a shirt on and he said, "Don't worry you won't be needing that." I hesitated, then dropped it.
Suddenly he got serious. "Sit." I sat on the edge of his bed and he stood in front of me, looking down. "We need to lay down some rules."
"Rules?" I was already apprehensive. For some reason I felt like I was in trouble.
"Yeah bitch, rules." He pulled his t-shirt over his head, once again bringing his massive hairy body into view, and his chest, with huge nipples, and stretched out aureolas. His stomach hung over the waste band of his sweatpants as he kicked of his sneakers. "You see, when I moved in here I have to be honest, I didn't immediately peg you to be the faggot you are. See I thought you might be a man, someone I could find chicks with, party with. But now that we both know you're a cocksucker, there are a few new rules that should have been lain down from the beginning."
I was embarrassed by his comments, but could feel my cock getting so hard it almost hurt. I kept listening. I watched as his package, which I knew swung so heavily between those giant legs, came into view as he dropped his pants and stepped out of them. "Hey bitch, I'm up here." I blushed again and looked into his eyes. "Rule number one, you don't wear clothes in this room unless I tell you to." I sat, thinking what this would mean for me, for the next year of my life. Was I really going to do this? Was I really going to be the bitch of a hairy 270 lb kid from Alabama? "Did I tell you to wear fucking clothes?"
I looked up confused. Then, realizing he was referring to my underwear, I stood up, turned my back to him, and slowly began to lower them. I could hear him smiling as he spoke, "Well look who's got a shy side. Believe me, there's no point being modest." I realized he was right, then turned to face him. "Now, rule number two, you do what I say. At all times." This worried me, but he quickly added, "Don't worry bitch, you'll have plenty of time to do your homework and tend to whatever other womanly needs you may have." He laughed at his joke. "I don't want my cockslut dropping out of school cuz she can't keep her grades up while sucking my dick."
"Rule number three, when you're out of this room, you will no longer be wearing your underwear." He opened my drawer and began throwing my underwear in the garbage. I stood up to object.
"Come on man, what am I going to wear?" I tried to get around him, but he just held me off with one of his arms.
Andrew continued to go through my hamper, and finally, threw out the pair I just took off. "Jesus calm down," he said laughing. "I'm not going to leave you in the lurch. I've got plenty of stuff for you to wear." I was confused, and immediately knew this wouldn't be good. "I just found out that bitch Rachel's been messing around on me with some high school kid so I dumped her ass." I was confused at how this related to me not having underwear. "Good news for you is that I have six pairs of her underwear that she left here." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He reached into the trash can and pulled out a pair of my old underwear "See these were designed for men. See this pouch, that's where a man's cock is supposed to go. No, you'll be much better off in these." He reached into his drawer and pulled out some women's underwear. Rachel really must have been a slut because it was all pretty skimpy. "The funny thing is, you guys are about the same size." He slapped my ass and tossed me a red thong. "This should fit you a lot better. Put it on." I didn't even resist as I slid it up over my legs. Surprisingly, it fit well around my round ass.
"Fourth rule, you don't get to call me Andrew. That's what my friends call me. You get to call me Papi." He laughed. This was so degrading.
My stomach was in knots.
He walked, completely naked except for his tube socks, over to the bed and laid down. "Now get over here and start sucking Papi's cock." I was in a trance as I wandered over to the bed, and took his semi-hard cock into my mouth. I worked him slow and, despite my throat being sore, managed to get his hardening cock into my throat more easily than I had the night before. "Jesus bitch you really are a natural born cock sucker. The improvement since last night is astounding. Did you dream of me or something?" He laughed as he shifted his weight onto his side and started humping my mouth. I laid limply as he pounded me, moaning loudly as usual. "Yeah bitch, suck my fucking cock." He laid back onto his back, and pulled me up so that I was straddling his waste. He rocked me back and forth, his cock rubbing against the crotch of the thong I was wearing. His thick fingers slid up my sides and started pawing at my nipples, pinching and twisting them as he dry humped me. He smiled. "With Rachel off getting plowed by high schoolers I'm going to have a lot more energy for you. Hope you can handle it." He cupped my ass with one hand and I felt one of his fingers probing at my asshole with the other. "Things may have to move a littler faster than planned."
I was nervous. Sucking cock was one thing. But I had certainly not planned to lose my virginity to a 270 lb man while wearing a lace thong getting called a slut. He saw my hesitation and, maybe giving me a break, said "not right now. Later." Then, he rolled me off of him, onto my back and slid me down the bed. He positioned his ass above my face and hovered it there. I tried to squirm away, but he held me in place laughing. Then he said "Oh my god I can't believe this. You have no luck at all. Hold on?" His face scrunched up and suddenly a loud fart ripped out. I tried not to breathe, something I would soon regret. "Christ, you think that's bad." He lowered his ass onto my face and started grinding it. My face was buried in his sweaty crack and my nose was jammed up against his asshole. "Lick it bitch."
I felt his hand start rubbing my dick through the thong and immediately I began to lick. I licked his crack up and down. He was moaning as he perched above me. "Yeah there you go bitch. Don't be afraid to really get in there." I started probing his asshole with my tongue. This went on for about ten minutes as he moaned. Then, he rolled over, positioned his cock above my mouth and started humping it in and out at a fast rate. I laid still except for one hand rubbing my cock through the thong as he drilled me repeatedly, his massive pelvis coming down again and again onto my face. "Here I come bitch. Do you want it?" I nodded as best I could. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you're cum papi. Please give me your cum." I felt his balls tighten up and waited to feel the familiar sensation of his cock spewing cum into my throat.
But just as i tasted the first stream of cum, he pulled it out of me groaning "You're gonna take it to the face slut. Jerk my cock." I reached up and pumped his dick as it spewed semen out over my hair and face. It dripped down in large gobs as he continued to shoot, now on my chest and underwear. Once again, he crammed his softening cock into my mouth for a cleaning. He reached to his desk, and once again brought out his phone. "For memories," he snapped a picture of me between his legs, hair and face dripping with jizz, my own cock tenting out in the red thong. He laughed. "Priceless." He stood up, and pulled a pair of sweatpants on, not bothering with underwear or a shirt. I lay, covered in cum, over the dried cum stain from last night. My cock was still throbbing. Andrew sat down onto the couch, his belly hanging over his lap in front of him. His belly hairs were matted to his skin, likely from a mixture of sweat and dried cum.
I didn't know what to do. Andrew addressed my confusion though, "There's one more rule I didn't tell you about." Oh what's next I wondered, half of me dreading it, half of me genuinely curious. "If you're gonna be my bitch then you're gonna be my bitch. I don't fuck men." I wondered what he was referring to. He leaned over, opened his desk drawer, and pulled out a women's razor and some shaving cream. "I picked these up for you this morning. I think you know what to do."
I looked at them then back at him. "You want me to shave my pubes?"
He looked at me and without even making eye contact he said casually, "Neck down." I felt a chill.
"Andrew, I can't do that. People will see that I have shaved legs. They'll think I want to be a chick or something."
He looked at me seriously. "Who the fuck are you calling Andrew?"
"Oh, Papi. I'm sorry." I couldn't believe the situation I was in. Classes hadn't even begun yet and I was begging my new roommate to let me keep my body hair while wearing a red thong, my face covered in his drying cum. "Please Papi."
He laughed again and stood up. "Listen, you'd be lucky for people to think you want to be a chick. Because the fact is, you don't want to be a chick. You are a chick. Now get the fuck in that shower and shave your fucking hair off before I do it for you." Thinking of all of the pictures he had of me, I knew I didn't have much choice. I reached to grab a kleenex and started rubbing his cum off of my body when he said. "Leave it. Get going."
I stepped out into the hallway, ran quickly into the bathroom where, ONCE AGAIN, I found Simon standing in front of the mirror, picking his braces. Thankfully, the towel around my waste concealed my thong, but I know he saw the pink razor in my hand as I passed. I quickly jumped behind the shower curtain and turned on the water. I could hear him shuffling around when suddenly he said, "Kyle are you OK?"
I tried to sound as casual as possible, "Yeah everything's fine. I'm having a great time down here so far. Everyone's great."
Simon responded awkwardly, "Really? You're having a great time? And everything's cool with Andrew?"
"Yeah everything's great. We get along fine."
Simon seemed to be satisfied with my answers, responding "Well I guess that's good. As long as you're fine I'm fine. Glad you're enjoying yourself? I guess." I couldn't have been happier when he finally left.
In the shower, I slowly lathered myself up and began to shave. It took about an hour and fifteen minutes, but by the end, I was completely hairless. Fortunately, I don't grow much body hair, so a lot of the job was done for me. I debated shaving my asshole. Part of me knew Andrew would find out if I didn't. Rather than anger him, I decided to just do it. When I was done, I rinsed off and turned off the water. I dried with the towel, and then slowly began running my hands over my smooth hairless body. My cock began to harden and, knowing he'd want me to, pulled the red thong back up and over my ass. To be honest part of me felt pretty sexy. I even shook it a little before wrapping the towel around my waste.
When I stepped out of the shower and in front of the mirror my heart almost stopped. Suddenly, I realized what had Simon so uncomfortable (besides me being coated in some mysterious substance for the second night in a row). My lips were so swollen and red it almost looked like I was wearing lipstick. And above my eyes, right across my forehead in permanent marker it read "Andrew's Slut."
FUCK.