He had bullied you throughout junior high and high school. He was always making fun of you, calling you a faggot.  But now things had changed, you had both gone away to college and had done some growing up.  You were no longer the scared little kid, you were back then.  You had joined the track team, made yourself into a “man”.  He contacted you during the first week of summer break, said he wanted to meet you at the high school gym, and make right the things he had done and said during the past eight years.

You agreed to meet him, because, even though you were now more sure of yourself and confident in your “manliness” you were still bothered by the way you were treated in those days. Having your bully apologize would allow you to put it behind you and move on with your life with no regrets.

As you walked into the empty gym, you saw him standing there, the same familiar smug look of superiority on his face.  He saw you and smiled.  As you crossed the wood floor towards him he reached down and pulled his the tight tee shirt he was wearing over his head and dropped it on the floor.  You could now see his lean, well developed and muscular, hairy chest on display. It caused you to stumble a bit in your pace.  As you got closer he also reached down and undid the top button of his tight jeans, exposing the top of his hairy pubic bush. You hesitated in front of him and involuntarily licked your lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He spoke to you in that familiar, deep voice of his. “I learned in college how to spot and properly use fags, like you.  We have a couple of locker room cum dumps, that my teammates and I use to drain our balls on a daily basis.  I was a little worried about coming home for the summer and having to give up having my cock serviced several times a day.  Then I thought of you. I realized that you really were a fag, just like I had called you back in high school. You would be able to take all of the cum that my balls produce during a typical day.  I could use you, this summer, to relieve my tension and to service my cock.”

“I am not gay, and I have grown during my first year of college.  I will not allow you to bully me any more.  I am a man now.”

“Ha Ha Ha” He laughed deeply and genuinely. “Oh my god, you are serious, you really think that you are a man? Well we need to disabuse you of that idea right now.  You are not a man.  You are a fag, and your real purpose in life is to serve men. I mean….Look at you.  You can barely tear your eyes away from my body.  You have not looked me in the eyes once since arriving here today. I have no doubt that you will have your lips wrapped around the base of my cock in the next few minutes.  You are not a man, you are nothing more than my personal fuck toy and I plan on playing with my toy for the rest of the summer.”

“That is not what I want.  I do not want to suck on your cock.” 

“It really does not matter to me at all, what you want.  This is about my wants and needs.  As a man, I need to empty my balls into a nice tight hole on a regular basis.  You are that hole for the next three months, get used to the idea. But don’t worry, this is not a one way street, you will get something out of this deal as well.  In addition to the gallons of alpha cum that you will be receiving, I will also give you instructions on how to properly serve man. You will learn many new things about yourself this summer.  By the time you go back to college in the fall you will have lots of new skills, you will no longer feel the need to hide what you are.” 

“Your college dorm mates are going to be very pleased with the training you receive this summer.  You are going to make them very happy.”  

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My roommate said he was tired of my whining about how long it had been since I had gotten laid. He told me he would set me up on a blind date that he guaranteed would end to a blowjob at a minimum and may even include fucking. I quickly agreed. As we walked across the campus, towards the girl’s dorm, he told me he needed to make a pit stop.  We went to the men’s room in the basement of the engineering building. As I walked thru the door ahead of him, he grabbed my arm and twisted it behind me. He quickly had my hands tied behind my back with a twist tie. He pushed me thru the room, past a series of guys standing at the urinals, to the second stall from the end. I was forced to my knees on the cold hard tile floor. My roommate grabbed a fistful of my hair and pushed my head up against a hole in the partition. “OK guys, hole is open for business”.  I heard the door to the adjacent stall squeak open and suddenly a cock was rammed thru the hole and smashed against my lips. My roommate twisted my hair painfully and held my face tight against the hole. “Open your mouth, roomie.  I promised you a blowjob tonight, now get to it. You have a line of guys out there, waiting at the urinals, to use your holes to drain their balls”.

Nice fat cock. It stays plump and erect most of the time because it never gets used. He is not even allowed to touch it. His dick is no longer the source of his pleasure. The only stimulation it is allowed is when it rubs against the carpet while his boy-pussy is getting reamed out by real men. 

Tonight on ESPN Eight – “The Ocho” 

Live from Orlando the Johnsonville Cornhole Championships. Featuring last year’s champion Steve “Donkey Dick” Barton.  Watch as he defends his title by cornholing young virgin, Billy “the puss” Sparks. Billy will not know what hit him, after being cornholed by Steve’s ultra thick ten incher.

You did not recognize the number that sent you the message, or the two guys who’s faces are in the photo, but the bedroom belongs to your best friend. You rightly assume that your best buddy is the owner of the ass that is getting prepped for a fucking. Since the message came from a stranger’s phone, your friend must have given them the number, either willing or unwillingly. And since it’s obvious from the photo, that you will not be there in time to prevent his “pussy” from being ruined, you can only deduce that the message is an invitation to join in the fun.

Thinking it over, you realize that if you help ruin your friend’s “pussy”, he will no longer be your friend. You can’t be friends with a guy you have helped cunt, it’s just too weird. Both of you will be thinking about what it feels like when you shove your thick cock into his formerly tight hole or how good his “pussy” takes a load of fresh cum. Every time you want to hang out, you will be thinking about fucking him. No…if your former friend is going to be a fuck toy, then he will be a fuck toy and nothing more. Just a set of holes to be used. 

You can always get another friend. Maybe one of the guys in the photo.