My buddy
Dave and I were hanging out in the frat house watching movies.  We were the only ones at home as it was
Friday night, and all our bro’s had dates.
We had both recently broken up with our girlfriends, and did not feel
like hitting the bars, so here we were, getting drunk in front of the TV. The
movie we were watching was an oldie but a goody, Wild things.  We had just reached the Neve Campbell and
Denise Richards swimming pool scene, which was hot.  We both kinda looked at each other and
laughed, we were both in basketball shorts and our hard on’s were really
obvious. We both realized how horny we were and how hot Neve looked topless.
Dave looked over and suggested that since we were here alone, we might as well
just whip out our cocks and jerk off.  It
was ridiculous for us to sit here next to each other with boners, pretending we
did not have them.  We both knew we would
stoke ourselves silly as soon as the movie was over and we went to our
rooms.  We were both jocks and had seen
each other’s cock in the locker rooms and the frat house showers, so no major
surprises awaited us.  I figured why not
and pulled down my shorts, hooking them under my balls. I spit into my palm and
started to rub my shaft, while looking at Neve and Denise on the screen making
out. Front the corner of my eye I could see Dave doing the same, although he
just dropped his shorts to his ankles. The swimming pool scene in the movie was
over, and we started talking about the hottest girls on campus and who we
wanted to fuck. Us jerking off together did not really feel all that weird, it
was almost like a bonding moment.  I
found myself thinking that guys should do this more often, instead of hiding in
toilet stalls or under the covers at night.
We all did it, so why were we embarrassed?

Dave asked
if I had ever traded bro jobs with anyone.
In had not.  I told him this was
my first time even jerking off with another guy.  He seemed surprised.  He told me that where he grew up, a farm in
the country, there were not many options for sex, so he and his friends often
had circle jerks and many of them had traded bro jobs.  It was no big deal, just a way to help
another guy out when there was no pussy available. He asked if I wanted to try
it?  I told him I was not sure, it
sounded a little gay. He told me there was nothing gay about it, we were both
straight.  He told me it felt much better
than jerking off and as long as no one found out, where was the harm. He said
that he would go first if that would make it easier for me, then I could
reciprocate, trading off till we drained our balls. Without waiting for my
response he leaned over and took my hard cock into his hand and started licking
the head.  I let out an involuntary moan,
he was working my cock fully into his mouth, bobbing up and down, while
applying suction. I was still a little nervous but he was quickly winning me
over with his bro job. It was the best head I had ever received. I guess being
a guy and having a cock of his own, he knew what felt good. Most of the girls
who had given me head, had done it somewhat reluctantly, and it seemed like
they just wanted to get it over with.
Dave seemed to be really interested in giving me pleasure. After about
fifteen minutes, he pulled his mouth off my cock and asked if I was enjoying
it.  I replied truthfully, that it felt
amazing and that he really knew what he was doing. He leaned back on the couch,
spread his legs, and told me it was my turn to service him for a while.  This was the part I was dreading, I leaned
over and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it slowly in my fist, I bent over
and put my face near his crotch, but could not quite bring myself to take his
Dick into my mouth.  All of my life, I
had been taught that sucking a guy off made you a cocksucker, and that was one
of the lowest things a guy could be.  It
was an insult that often started fights to even call a guy a cocksucker, now I
was going to be one. I guess what they say is true, college is for trying new
things.

Up close his
cock looked huge. He had a thick eight inches of meat that was currently
pointed at my face. I could smell his manhood, a combination of ball sweat,
testosterone and Irish spring. As I was debating on what to do next, I felt his
hand on the back of my head pushing me downward. “Open your mouth.” His cock brushed against my lips before parting
them and slipping inside my virgin mouth.
I looked up at him with my wide blue eyes as he began to push his cock
into my mouth. Now that he was inside me, I realized it was not so bad. There
was no disgusting taste, like I had expected and his meat seemed to fit nicely
in my oral cavity.  I had never touched
another guys cock previously, much less sucked on one.  It felt like a steel rod covered in soft
flesh, different yet similar to my own rod.
My tongue started rubbing on the underside of his shaft, which made him
moan in pleasure above me. I realized that it was too late to turn back now and
decided to go for it.  Since he had done
such a great job sucking me, I decided to do the same for him.  After all we were buds, helping each other
out. The position I was in, bent sideways on the couch was a little awkward, so
I slid onto my knees on the floor between his legs.  I then started bobbing up and down on his
cock, sucking with each outward stroke.  “Yeah, now you are getting the hang of it,
just keep going like that.  You sure you
have never done this before, because you are really good.” I knew it was
wrong, but it gave me a little thrill of pleasure to know that he was enjoying
this, like the satisfaction of a job well done. He still had his hand on the
back of my head and started to add a little pressure on the down stroke, trying
to get his eight incher into my throat. I gagged a little, but tried to relax
and open my throat. It took some work, but after a few minutes, his bushy pubes
were smashed into my face. The rhythm of it, up and down, over and over, made
it easier to forget what I was doing, and to focus on the motion, not the act.
I kept telling myself that we were just helping each other out, “no homo”.  In the back of my brain, however, there was still
some part of me yelling “COCKSUCKER”.  

My turn had
gone on long enough, and it was Dave’s turn again.  As I started to pull off, I heard the door
open behind me. “What the fuck is
happening here” I could tell it was Steve’s voice. Looking up I could see the
panic in Dave’s eyes.  I knew there were
other people with Steve, but with my face in Dave’s crotch, I could not see who
was with him. Neither of us wanted to be tagged as faggots.  That would make life hell.  This was a jock frat, not the most
enlightened place in the world. I figured it would take some explaining, but if
we told Steve and the guys about the movie and bro jobs with “no homo” we could
talk our way out of it. Once we had girls again, it would all be forgotten.  Dave evidently had a different idea on how to
avoid being tainted with gay rumors in the frat. He was going to sacrifice
me.  He tightened his grip on my head and
prevented me from pulling off his cock. “The
bitch begged to blow me, so I let him.” This was not what happened at all,
but with his cock down my throat, I was unable to protest.

“Really, I would have never pegged
him for a fag. He any good?”

“Fucking amazing, I am about to shoot,
once I have jump in here and give him a try, he obviously wants more cock.”

I tried
again to pull off, but Dave had both hand’s securing my head, and was now
pumping into my face hard.  He was
showing off, making sure the other guys knew he was in charge and still a real
man like them, not a cocksucking faggot, like me. He was skull fucking me.  I heard Brock behind me say “Yeah, use that faggot’s mouth, show him
who’s boss.” Then Dave shoved his cock deep into my throat and started to
unload. I could feel his meat expand and his nuts twitching against my chin. “Aghhh yeeaahhhhh! Swallow my jizz….bitch.”

He kept his
softening cock in my mouth, probably to keep me from telling what really happened.
“Damn this fag really knows how to take
a cock. Steve, you ready to take a turn?

“Fuck yeah, I need to bust a nut!

Dave pulled
out of my mouth and quickly spun me around. I tried to speak, but due to the
abuse my throat just took, all I could manage was a hoarse cough. Steve had his
dick pointing out of the fly on his shorts, he quickly took control from Dave,
by grabbing my head and pulling me onto his cock. I now found myself with
another cock in my mouth…. the second of my life. Steve’s cock was thinner than
Dave’s but at least an inch longer. I don’t know if he was inspired by Dave’s
brutal face fucking, or if he just wanted to show off, but Steve immediately started
power fucking my face. Violent strokes in and out of my mouth, short rabbit
fucks using my lips and tongue for friction alternating with long deep strokes
into my throat. “That’s what I’m talking
about.  A warm, wet hole that can take
some abuse. I never get to fuck a girl’s throat like that, they all complain
about the size. But this bitch can take it all.”

I was the
bitch they were talking about! From my position kneeling in front of Steve, I
could see Brock, John and Phil standing over me watching, and I assume waiting
for their turn in my mouth. I was now the frat’s cocksucker. Steve was sliding
his long cock in and out of my mouth, using my face to bring pleasure to
himself. He suddenly buried his cock into me and I could feel him start to
shoot.  For the second time in my life a
guy was cumming in my mouth. His cock twitched and pulsed as it unloaded. Steve
pulled out, releasing my head.  I was
determined to stop this from going further. I tried to explain what had
happened, my voice was feeble from all of the abuse my throat had taken. I
wanted to tell them to stop, that I was not a cocksucker, that this was all a
mistake.  All I managed to say was “Please…st”
before Brock stepped up and rammed his meat into my open mouth.  “No
need to beg, we will feed you our loads. It’s going to be nice to have a cum
dump available to take care of us, whenever we want.”

My “buddy”
Dave had sacrificed me to the frat in order to save his own mouth.  Now he was standing there watching as our
frat bro’s used me like a drunken cheerleader on prom night. I could see him
stroking his cock, while I was being turned out. “Use that bitches mouth.”

Brock’s dick
was bigger than either Dave or Steve, he had a massive, thick, 10 inches.  He was stretching out my throat, my jaw was
hurting from the abuse it was taking. At this point, I started sucking, and
using my tongue, hoping to make him cum, ending the abuse.

I hated
this. I am not gay and had no desire to service my bro’s cock’s. Yet, here I
was with Brock buried in my mouth, Dave and Steve’s cum in my belly with Phil
and John waiting for their turns. At this point there was no way I was going to
talk my way out of being labeled a cocksucker. From this point forward, I knew
these guys would use me whenever they wanted. Soon they would line up, forcing
me to service them daily.  I would start
taking cock’s two at a time, to make the line move quicker. Before this
semester was over I would swallow gallons of frat cum.