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“Worthless fucking fag….choking and gagging instead of sucking.”

As he flipped his former friend onto his back, he made sure his head was hanging off the edge of the couch.  “Look dude, I told you that before you left here today, you will have taken my whole dick into your throat and swallowed my load.  If you can’t get it in there yourself without gagging, I will force it into your throat myself.”

Two weeks ago, I got really drunk at a frat party and sucked off one of my bros. Since that night, he has not said one word to me.  Does not even acknowledge me in the hallways, when we see each other.

Every morning since, however,  I have awoken to this view.  
I am expected to deal with his morning hardon, by swallowing a massive load of his warm jizz.  He never speaks, just walks into my room, pulls his cock thru the fly of the briefs he sleeps in, and rams his rigid slab of meat into my face.  He won’t let me blow him, he needs to get off by skull fucking me hard.  I usually endure about fifteen minutes of his crotch pounding into my head, trying to get his cock deeper into me with each thrust.  Pushing in as far as possible he paints my throat with his creamy, white ball juice, pulling out to insure one or two spurts end up splashed across my face, marking me. He then grabs whatever is handy, a corner of my sheet or, more often, my pillow, and wipes his cock clean. 

He never even looks back at me as he leaves the room. 

Around the frat house he was only allowed to wear a jock with a cup.  The guys wanted easy access to the pledges ass.  The cup prevented him from getting fully hard while being used and had the effect of making the pledge even hornier.

They added the helmet after the first week. His head was bouncing off so many headboards and walls, they were worried about brain damage.

He is not gay, but he usually gets hard when changing into his uniform.  Just being in the locker room with all his jock buddies.  Everyone naked and the smell of sweat and testosterone in the air.  He can’t help but bone up.  Once hard his cock is too big to smash down into a cup.  Then the feeling of his rigid pole rubbing around inside his uniform, keeps him hard thru the whole game.  His teammates have nicknamed him Woody. 

Being hard in the showers after the game is always the worst part.  His turgid meat slapping against his flat belly as his teammates run a train on his ass.  They figure any guy who gets hard in the locker room watching them change must be a fag who likes cock in the ass.  The fact that he stays hard while being fucked proves their point.  He does not understand why his body is betraying him.  He is not gay, he hates being a locker room cum dump.

At the end of the season his teammates will congratulate him on being team slut and for taking the hundreds of loads they have shot into his ass.  They will tell him it made a big difference in how the team played.  Being relaxed helped them focus on winning and made them the championship team they were.   Then they will tell him about the Viagra in his water bottle.

He had been sound asleep (actually passed out drunk) when his best friend forcefully thrust ten inches of man meat into his tight, virgin ass. He woke up suddenly and screamed out in pain.  His scream woke several of the other guys sleeping off the effects of the frat party.  Soon there was a line of semi drunk, very horny guys waiting to take a turn in his no longer virgin ass. His best friend shot a load deep inside of him and whispered in his ear “Time to find out what you are made of.”  He then stepped aside and invited another guy to take his place.

As the sixth guy slid his cock into him, he looked to the right and saw his best friend watching the gang rape of his ass.  His friend was slowly stoking his cock and smiling.  After several hours and seventeen cocks, his friend stepped up behind him for the second time that night and rammed his ten incher back into his hole.  “Wanted to see how much you loosened up…slut.”

He may not be as big and muscular on the outside as the other men in his platoon, but on the inside, he is a strong as any one.  Few men can service a full platoon of military size cock, without complaint.  He and his holes are tough enough to take repeated poundings.