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Life's Unfair if You're Different

By: LynnGKS



Life became real for me the summer before I started college. I had dated girls in high school even though I felt this strange attraction to guys − especially muscular guys with body hair. I played with a couple of pussies and did not get excited. Pussies seemed dirty and smelled bad.

I began to visit a nearby porn shop − you know the kind: sex toys and videos for sale in the front and little booths in back to view porn videos. The videos I watched were those with gay guys. Watching a guy drop down on his knees in front of muscular stud who was unzipping his fly was a big turn on. It became my favorite fantasy.

There were holes in the walls between booths that I knew were called "glory holes." The first time a hard cock was pushed through a glory hole for me to see I was afraid to touch it. I went home and masturbated fantasizing that I was on my knees playing with an erect dick in a porn shop booth.

The next day I went back to the shop and watched a video and when I got an erection I put it through a hole in the wall. Instantly the guy on the other side grabbed it and began stroking it. Then I felt a hot, wet mouth start to suck me off. In a couple of minutes I pumped my semen into his mouth and as I put my wet dick back in my pants I heard a whispered "Thank you" come from the other booth.

Later on I learned that most guys start that way − getting blowjobs − but if they are true fags in a very short time they are on their knees giving them. I got a couple of books and started to read about gay guys and it was clear that I was gay, a "flaming fairy" as one guy in the book described himself.

Being discovered in the porn shop by someone I knew was what scared me the most. So I was always careful to check out the customers first thing when I went in. Since the shop was close to home it was inevitable that sooner or later I was gonna get caught. And I did! A guy who knew me, Kenny Freeman, came in while I was in back watching a video. I had no way of knowing he was there.

I got caught the first day I sucked a dick! I was really horny and for weeks I had been jacking off fantasizing sucking cock. I had already had over a dozen glory hole blowjobs myself and I was watching a gay porn video when I heard the door to the booth next to me open and close. In a couple of minutes the guy shoved his erection through the glory hole.

It was the most beautiful cock I had ever seen in my life! Uncircumcised, thick with a big blue vein winding down the top, and it was at least eight inches long. I couldn't resist. I took it in my hand and started stroking it. The warm, soft skin slipped easily back and forth over that big, slightly moist, pink-purple head.

It felt so much thicker in my hand than my own dick. This was a MAN'S cock. Mine was just a little peter -- like a boy.

It was irresistible! I had to have it! Just like in my fantasies, I dropped to my knees, peeled back his heavy foreskin and I licked that moist, purple head, running my tongue under his foreskin and around his dick. Damn that thing tasted good. I took it into my mouth and started sucking it.

When the guy began humping I took as much of his dick back in my throat as I could and started tickling it with my tongue. And just like in my fantasies it felt wonderful! My mouth was meant to be a pussy.

I closed my eyes and pumped my head back and fourth matching the rhythm of his humping. It was heaven! Something I had dreamed and fantasized about for years. I wanted to give him pleasure. Suddenly, way before I expected it − way before I wanted him to, he began to ejaculate.

He pumped a massive, hot load. I pushed my head forward and took it back on my tonsils and I did not gag. That strong, masculine, musky taste was delicious. It was the first time I had ever tasted another guy's cum, although I had often tasted my own, fantasizing it was from a stud I'd sucked off.

Feeling squirt after squirt of that thick, heavy stuff pumping into my mouth was the most wonderful feeling I had ever known. It seemed like he spurted out his cum forever. I closed my eyes and eagerly sucked that juice right out of him, swallowing some and slobbering the rest down on my chin.

When he finally stopped pumping that thick jism, I reluctantly let his dick slip out of my mouth. I held that thick load in my mouth, swishing it around and enjoying the taste. Then I breathed out through my nose and that wonderful aroma flooded my senses. I swallowed it in several small swallows, savoring the strong odor and musky taste of his cum. I used my finger to push the cum from my chin into my mouth.

The guy's thick dick was hanging there, slowly getting soft. He pulled his dick back till only the head was left and then he "milked it down" to push all the cum out of his urethra down to the tip of his cock where it formed a beautiful white pearl. I took the head of his dick in my thumb and forefinger and gently licked off that delicious drop and then I kissed his dick and whispered "Thank you" through the glory hole as the stud retrieved it.

I stayed on my knees resting for a few moments feeling grateful to the guy for letting me suck his dick. He had ejaculated! I had pleased him! This was what I was meant to do!

Then I wiped my lips with the back of my hand and got up to leave. I was still savoring that wonderful taste and smell in my mouth and throat as I exited the booth.

I turned and I was suddenly shocked and terrified to see a grinning Kenny Freeman standing there zipping up his fly.

Jesus! Kenny Freeman was in my high school class. He was one of those hairy, muscular studs I had secretly admired from afar.

"I always figured you for a cocksucker, Bobby boy," he said. "That was a damn good blowjob! Your mouth feels just like a pussy."

I panicked and began pleading with him, helplessly.

"Oh my God Kenny don't tell anybody! Please! Please don't tell anybody," I begged shamelessly as tears came to my eyes. I was terrified.

"I don't have a regular cocksucker," he continued, "so I'm gonna use your services, Bobby boy. There's not that much available pussy around here and I'm tired of jacking off. You're gonna be blowing me regular. You understand that?"

I nodded, helplessly.

"You might also have to blow a couple of my buddies. You understand that?"

"No! No! Please don't tell anyone!" I almost shouted.

"Keep your voice down, dammit! Now let's get something straight, Bobby boy. You're a fag! A fairy! A cocksucker! You obviously want to stay in the closet. I own your ass now. We'll be going to college together this fall. I can OUT you any time I want to, but I won't as long as you get down on your knees and suck me off when I tell you to. You got that?"

I nodded weakly.

"Say it," he commanded harshly.

I closed my eyes. I was trapped. I had no choice. Trembling, almost crying I murmured, "I'll suck you off anytime you tell me to. Any time!"

"And my buddies? Say it Bobby," he commanded.

I said softly, "And I'll suck off any of your buddies too."

"That's better," Kenny said, with a chuckle.

The next afternoon I showed up at Kenny's house at two o'clock as he had told me to do. Kenny was wearing blue jeans and a tight fitting tee shirt that showed off his muscles. Wordlessly he led me into his garage where he stood arrogantly, legs spread apart and unzipped his fly.

When his dick came out it was soft but it got hard as he stroked it. It was just as I remembered it the previous day, except that instead of coming out of a glory hole it was coming out of the fly of his jeans and it was framed by a mass of curly, black hair.

It was huge and the veins were prominent. It was thick and long and I knew that big thing would reach all the way back to my tonsils − it had been there yesterday. It stood straight out − hard and proud. I felt my arousal and desire grow intense. I wanted it! I needed it! I had to have it!

Then he said it. He gave that order that I was gonna hear many times in my life. I'd heard it in porn videos, but never up close and personal. It was humiliating and degrading every time I heard it, but it was music to my ears.

"On your knees cocksucker!"

I dropped to my knees in delicious, helpless humiliation. That afternoon it was much better than the first time. I wrapped my arms around his hips locking my hands together on his butt. He showed me the rhythm he liked holding my head in his two hands as he humped. It was just like he was fucking me in the mouth. I was hardly moving my head at all as he pumped that big thing in and out of me.

He was surprisingly gentle. He didn't try to push his dick back past my tonsils, although that big thing would easily have reached the back of my throat. He was friendly and kind to me, which I appreciated very much.

"That's it Bobby boy, that's it! Your mouth feels just like a warm, wet pussy," he said softly, as he fucked me gently in the mouth.

Kenny took his time, later telling me how much he enjoyed a "Long and leisurely blowjob. Slow and gentle."

But suddenly that gentleness changed. When he started to cum, he lost all control! Just seconds before his orgasm began his hands on the back of my head took control. Holding my head tightly and thrusting his hips forcefully, he fucked me hard in the mouth, grunting each time he pumped his hips. His dick slipped back over my tonsils and slammed into the back of my throat with every thrust.

Then he groaned and pumped his load deep against the back of my throat. I was surprised that I didn't choke, but I began to swallow his cum as fast as I could. He held the bulbous head of that fat dick tightly against the back of my throat as he finished his orgasm. I swallowed rapidly and felt my throat muscles grab his cock as though milking out his jism.

Giving that blowjob was everything I had ever imagined it could be. Somehow that big dick felt very natural deep in my throat, like it belonged there. It just filled me up. It was the first time I ever had that sensation − a full-throated pleasure with no gagging. But from then on I felt it every time I took a big one deep − and over the years I have enjoyed a lot of big ones deep.

He kept on holding my head and fucking me in the mouth after he finished ejaculating moving the head of his cock from my tonsils out to my lips and back again, as though in his sexual pleasure he had lost all control. This vigorous thrusting churned up his semen into a foamy, bubbly lather that began to trickle out of my mouth around his dick, and run down to my chin, which was already dripping with saliva. I couldn't control it. It was a noisy, sloppy blowjob!

Finally, he let go of my head, pulled his dick out of my mouth, and stepped back to look down at me. I was on my knees in front of him panting for air. My mouth was open and I knew he could see a big puddle of thick, creamy, white jism on my tongue. A thick, foamy mixture of saliva and semen was dripping from my lips and chin. 

One thick, ropey strand, hanging from my chin, slowly dripped down until it finally dropped off onto the floor. Kenny watched it drip down and grinned at me.

I was squeezing a bulging hard-on in my pants, and I knew I would be masturbating the first chance I got. I stared up at him with the helpless, pathetic gratitude of a sated cocksucker. He looked down at me on my knees with foamy cum dripping out of my mouth, covering my lips, and lathering up my face like cream.

My mouth must have looked just like a freshly fucked pussy. I was so excited that I was afraid that I might even ejaculate spontaneously in my pants, like a wet dream, that I was unable to control.

He had used my mouth like a pussy and I had enjoyed every moment of it. I was a cocksucker! I was born to be a cocksucker! I stayed there before him on my knees waiting for his orders. He talked nice to me and taught me the special things that a cocksucker should do after giving a blowjob.

"Milk it down," he commanded, softly.

I crawled forward and took the head of his dick between my left thumb and index finger and placed my right thumb at the base of his cock with two fingers on top. Damn that thing was thick! I squeezed it gently to compress his urethra and stroked out to the head of his dick squeezing the semen out of him to form a beautiful pearl at the tip of his cock.

"Cocksucker's dessert," he said with a chuckle. "Always milk the cum out of a guy's dick so it won't leak into his pants later. It's neater for his jism to be in your mouth than leaking out into his pants."

I enjoyed my dessert.

"Now take out your handkerchief," he said. "You should always carry a clean one."

I took out my handkerchief.

"Dry my dick off and make sure it's clean," he said. "You're a sloppy cocksucker, Bobby. You got cum on your chin and all around your mouth. Remember this! Always clean off the guy's dick before you clean your face. Proper cocksucking etiquette, you know."

"And always wait to see if the guy wants you to put his cock back in his pants. Some guys expect fags to do that. Other guys like me do it ourselves. Understand?"

"Now is the time to say, 'Thank you.' Always do that on your knees and smile when you say it," he said.

I nodded, respectfully, and thanked him. I was pleased that he was teaching me what he wanted. I think he was starting to like me. I certainly liked him.

"You can take your dick out now if you want to and jerk off," he said. "It won't take very long. Catch the juice in your hand."

I did what he said. I pounded my pud rapidly as he was putting that big thing of his back in his pants. I was so sexually aroused that I quickly ejaculated into my left palm.

"Now eat it! Eat your cum," he said. "Always do that if you jerk off. Some studs like to watch you do that. Don't get upset if they laugh at you. It's part of their fun to watch a fag eat his own cum."

I had eaten my cum before when I masturbated alone at home. But it was a sweet humiliation to do it on my knees while he watched and laughed at me. It was a humiliation that I was going to feel many times for the rest of my life.

The next afternoon his parents were away and Kenny took me into his house to the living room. He dropped his jeans and shorts to his ankles, pulled his tee shirt up to reveal a very hairy chest, and sat in his father's big easy chair with his knees spread wide. The back of the chair reclined so he was comfortable, almost lying down.

I trembled with desire as I looked at his body − heavy and muscular with dark, curly pubic hair spreading thickly up on his belly and down on his inner thighs. His chest was covered with dark, wiry, curly hair. That muscular, hairy body was beautiful. His large genitals were hanging loosely in full view.

Damn he looked good! He had huge testicles bulging in a large, wrinkled scrotum hanging down so low that they rested on the leather seat between his hairy thighs. His cock rested his belly and was starting to get hard, but that thick foreskin had not yet pulled back to reveal the purplish-pink, moist, bulbous head.

I was helpless and trembling with desire. Eagerly I dropped to my knees and crawled up between his legs, my hands grasping his muscular thighs.

"Do my balls first," he commanded.

I had seen porn videos of this and I had an idea what he wanted but I wasn't sure exactly how to do it. I cupped his scrotum in my left hand and lifted it up. God! His testicles were heavy! No way could I get both of those big things in my mouth at the same time.

I squeezed the muscles of his thigh with my right hand, and then rubbed upward through his thick pubic hair to his hairy belly − all the while gently massaging his testicles with my left hand. The skin of his scrotum was velvet soft. Damn! His body felt good!

I buried my face in his thick pubic hair at the base of his cock, just at the top of his scrotum, and breathed in deeply that sweet, musky aroma of sweating male genitals. It was the first time I had smelled it, but I was to enjoy that strong, masculine aroma many times in the future. The memory of that moment still turns me on.

Then I took his left testicle between my thumb and forefinger and gently placed it in my mouth tickling it with my tongue. I sucked on it firmly − hard enough to stimulate him but not hard enough to hurt him. I wanted to be very gentle with his balls. I swirled my tongue around on his scrotum licking off the sweat. It tasted delicious.

"That's it Bobby," he said. "Lick that sweat off my balls! Get 'em nice and clean!"

I began work on his other testicle, thinking about the thick jism that I was gonna get to eat. These babies were full! His sweat tasted as good as it smelled. I continued to work my tongue on his scrotum, sucking first one testicle and then the other until that heavy scrotum was dripping with my saliva and completely clean. His cock got harder and harder as I worked on his balls until it was standing straight upright, hard and proud, with his heavy foreskin peeled back to reveal that moist, pink, bulbous head.

Finally he commanded harshly, "Okay Bobby boy, you got me ready. Now blow me cocksucker. Blow me!"

The day before he had held my head and fucked me in the mouth but it was clear that he wanted something quite different today. He was gonna just lay there and make me do all the work. I moved up and took his cock in my mouth, only briefly enjoying that wonderful taste as my tongue swept around under his foreskin.

Then I dropped my head down and took that big dick deep, back to my tonsils. Grasping his lovely muscular thighs firmly, I began to move my head rapidly and vigorously up and down − almost like I was doing push-ups, taking him deep and then sucking hard as I slipped my lips back up his shaft to the tip of his penis.

I tightened my lips and kept my tongue firmly against the bottom of his cock as I moved my head up. Air rushed in as I sucked making a loud sucking sound. Then, loosening my lips, I dropped down swiftly to take that big thing back to my tonsils. Saliva leaked out between my lips and his dick.

The day before he had called me a "sloppy cocksucker" and my performance now certainly justified that compliment. My copious saliva was running down the thick shaft of his cock and dripping down on his balls. The sensation of that huge cock filling my mouth and throat each time I took him deep was wonderful. I felt fulfilled! Again I thought that this was what I was born to do! I was a born cocksucker!

Kenny just laid back and relaxed while I worked up a sweat doing all the work − and I really worked hard to please him. I could tell when he got close because his hips began a very subtle humping motion. Still I was surprised when he suddenly grabbed my head and began pumping vigorously, holding me tightly so the head of his cock slipped over my tonsils and pounded the back of my throat with each thrust.

He grunted as he pumped his ejaculate into me and I swallowed as fast as I could to keep from choking on that gushing semen. It was a long orgasm and a big load and when he finished he lay there breathing hard and relaxing, as his dick slowly got soft.

Without being told, I gently milked him down and enjoyed my dessert. Then I reached into my back pocket for a clean, white handkerchief and gently wiped and dried that big cock and his dripping balls. Finally I wiped his cum off my face and chin with that wet semen-soaked handkerchief.

"Thank you Kenny," I said. "Thank you very much."

"Thank YOU Billy boy," he said. "That was a well done blowjob. Not as good as pussy but a hell of a lot better than jacking off. Pussy is in short supply around here. You're gonna be a busy cocksucker."

I began to suck off Kenny every afternoon and it was always a gratifying experience. Sometimes it was a straight "old fashion" with his dick sticking out of his fly and me on my knees and other times he dropped his pants and sat back so I could lick his balls. His balls always tasted great, especially when they were hot and sweaty.


Life's Unfair if You're Different



He was very nice to me and always very gentle except for those last few moments when he lost control ejaculating. I knew he couldn't help that. I was starting to look forward to every moment I spent with him. I had become his personal cocksucker.

After a couple of weeks he told me he was going to introduce me to a friend of his and he said there was a special reason for me to meet him. I asked him what the reason was and he said, "You will soon see."

His friend was named Leon and he seemed like a nice guy. In front of me on several occasions Kenny told Leon that he was to say absolutely nothing about what we did. My third afternoon with Kenny and Leon, Kenny took us into his garage and told Leon to get his cock out for me to suck.

Leon unzipped his fly and pulled out a soft cock and began to stroke it. It gradually got hard and when it was fully erect I saw the smallest dick I had ever seen. Less than five inches long and skinny − as skinny a dick as I had ever imagined. What the hell I thought?

I sucked him off and he came real quick. My lips were buried in his curly pubic hair every time I took him "deep" but deep didn't even reach back to my tonsils.

After I swallowed his ejaculate, Kenny helped me up from my knees and told me to take off my pants. He spoke very soft and nice.

I stood there naked below the waste, embarrassed, with my soft, useless appendage hanging down. I was bigger than Leon but nowhere close to Kenny's size. Then Kenny told me to bend over the workbench and grab hold of the other side and spread my legs.

"You're gonna lose your cherry Bobbie," Kenny said.

He put his hand on my shoulder and said softly and tenderly, "I like you a lot Bobby and I would really like to be the guy that takes your cherry, but I'm so thick I'd tear your asshole and I don't want to hurt you. I want Leon to fuck you for several days and stretch you out."

That was the moment that I realized what a really nice guy Kenny was. He was worried about hurting me. He liked me. I was starting to feel very special about him. I didn't want to lose him. I was gonna do anything he told me to do.

Kenny was rubbing Leon's dick with Vaseline and getting him hard again. Jesus I thought! Kenny is doing that for me! He's getting another guy's dick ready for me. He really cares about me. He doesn't want me to get hurt.

God! I think I'm in love! He's gonna watch another guy take my cherry! I don't want that − I wanted to give my cherry to Kenny. I tried to tell him that but he shushed me up.

"This is what I want for you," he said.

When Leon's little dick was erect Kenny guided it to my anal sphincter and began to rub me with the head of Leon's dick.

"It will hurt when it goes in," Kenny said. "But when it gets up there and starts to rub your prostate it will begin to feel good and you will get an erection. I wish I was the one giving you that erection, but I don't dare."

Leon shoved it through my anal sphincter as gently as he could and there was pain but not intense or unbearable pain.

"Ahh ... Oh my God that hurts!" I cried out as that dick was shoved up my ass. I was glad as it went in that it was not Kenny's thick one.

"Fuck him Leon! Be gentle, but fuck him good!" Kenny said. "Pump your load deep. We gotta stretch out his asshole. Deeper! That's it. Shove it all the way up there."

Leon was fucking me now and I felt the strangest sensation as his dick massaged my prostate. The feeling started in the center of my groin at the base of my penis and it moved like electricity down my penis and separately down my scrotum into my balls. I got erect immediately − I could feel it. I was getting fucked and it felt wonderful.

I felt my dick get hard as a rock and I could feel it bouncing up and down as Leon fucked me. My dick was a lot bigger than Leon's but nowhere near the size of that monster swinging between Kenny's legs. Kenny kept his arm around my shoulder, protectively, and whispered into my ear to relax and take it because everything was okay. He kept saying over and over that I should just relax and enjoy the fuck.

It was nothing like jacking off or getting a blowjob. It was a completely new sexual experience. This must be what a woman feels, I thought. I felt my orgasm approaching and finally my balls lifted up high and tight in my scrotum and I spurted my juice onto the floor under the workbench. I knew it would be my job to clean it up but that was a small price to pay for this ecstasy − the unbelievable pleasure of an orgasm from getting fucked in the ass by a hard cock.

"That's a good boy Bobby," Kenny said. "A good boy. Damn I wish I had given you that, but in a couple of weeks I will. We need to loosen up your asshole first."

God I loved him! He was giving me my fantasy dreams!

Leon fucked me every day for a week − usually twice. I could tell that my asshole was loosening up because it hurt less and less each time he shoved that thing into me. I was blowing Kenny regular of course.

The next week Kenny brought in another guy, also sworn to secrecy. He had a dick that was about the size of mine, and it hurt when he shoved it in the first time but by the end of that week, getting fucked twice a day, I could take it easily and it felt real good.

The third week I knew Kenny was gonna fuck me. I had been fantasizing about that while jacking off at home. I loved him! I wanted to please him. I wanted him to enjoy my body. I had learned how to position my asshole to take a cock deep and I couldn't wait for the moment Kenny shoved that fat thing into me.

When that moment came. It was almost a disaster. Kenny was very patient and very gentle. He slipped that thing into me as slowly as he could but the pain was almost unbearable.

I refused to allow myself to react to the pain. I did not scream, as I wanted to, even though the pain was more severe than anything I had ever felt. I loved him. I was gonna give him my body and not let him know he hurt me.

I took that thing without a sound. Then Kenny started fucking me gently and the pain went away and that thick dick started doing its work on my prostate and it was a hell of a lot better than those little dicks. It just filled me up! I felt myself approaching orgasm. My asshole started having contractions just like a woman when I squirted my juice but Kenny wasn't finished with me yet.

I knew he was close when he lost control and started banging me hard, like he always did fucking me in the mouth. I knew he couldn't help himself. To my surprise it didn't hurt but felt really good. He pumped his load deep into my rectum and then rested, his cock still in me.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked.

"A little at first," I lied.

But then I told him the truth. "But after you got started it felt like heaven."

From that day on Kenny and I had sex every day, usually twice. After I gave him a blowjob I would masturbate on my knees in front of him with the taste and aroma of his semen still in my mouth. When he fucked me I always spurted my little load on the floor.

I was in love. In the terminology of the porn world, I was his bitch! His woman! His fag! And that's exactly what I wanted to be. I was a fairy and I had been born to be a fairy. I knew Kenny dated girls and I knew he fucked some of them when he got the chance. That bothered me but I never said anything to him.

In late August we headed off to State University and shared a dorm room for a few weeks until we both pledged the same fraternity, Lambda Chi Alpha. Those weeks in the dorm were a wonderful time for me. Kenny pumped two loads into me every night.

When our pledge-ship started we moved into the fraternity house and I had my own room − small but private. Lambda Chi had a sister sorority, Chi Omega, and our pledge-master and theirs insisted that the pledges have parties together and take dancing lessons together and date each other. The idea was to help us make friends and to be sure that all the pledges always had dates.

That was a disaster for me because I hated dating girls, but for Kenny it was a real gold mine − a lot of Chi-O pledges wanted to fuck him and he got more than his fair share of eager freshman pussy. I was jealous, really jealous. The more he fucked girls the less he fucked me!

When I dated I tried playing with a few pussies but they felt wet and ugly and they smelled bad. One gal I dated was really nice and I enjoyed being with her. Her name was Linda Coats and we danced well together. She didn't ride my thigh with her pussy or tickle me behind the ear or run her hand up my leg to my crotch. I didn't feel it necessary to play with her tits. We had fun together.

"I enjoy dancing with you," I said to her one night in the dancing class.

"You too," she said. "You're the only guy who doesn't try to feel my ass when I dance."

We laughed together.

Then she said angrily, "Look at that horny bastard Kenny Freeman playing with Sandy Morgan's ass over there in the dark."

"Maybe he plans to fuck her," I said with a tone of jealousy in my voice.

"And she'll fuck him too," Linda said. "All the gals know he's got the biggest cock in your pledge class."

Linda sounded jealous. We both did and I think we both recognized it. I held her out a bit as we danced and we looked each other in the eye. It was a strange look − a knowing look. The music stopped but we just stood there holding each other.

Finally she spoke softly, "Are you gay?"

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly nodded my head.

"Me too," she said softly.

I opened my eyes and we both smiled. 

"Is Kenny ... well is he ... your guy?" Linda said.

Again I nodded and said, "And Sandy?"

"Since high school," Linda said, nodding her head.

It was at that moment that I realized why Linda and I got along so well and why we would make a perfect dating pair for the many joint functions between Lambda Chi and Chi-O. My problem of going out with girls was solved.

Dad had given me a beat-up old Lexus SUV when I went away to college and I drove it when I dated Linda. Kenny didn't own a car so usually Kenny and Sandy joined us on a double date riding in the back.

We would sometimes stop in a nearby state park and Linda and I would take a walk while Kenny and Sandy folded up the seats in the back of the Lexus, got naked, and fucked on the floor.

Neither Linda nor I liked it but, as Linda said, "At least we know when they're doing it and how long they take."

One night after a couple of months of this routine we were sitting on our usual park bench talking about Sandy and Kenny when Linda let out her anger about what was happening. 

"Sandy had the nicest little pussy I ever ate. Small and tight with inner lips just like pink rose petals. That bastard is stretching her out big and loose. Her inner lips are getting thicker and hanging down now like a whore. But there's not a damn thing I can do to make her stop fucking him. She's crazy about that big dick."

"Yeah, I know," I said. "And he likes her boobs. I think he makes her do him cowboy so he can watch them jiggle and play with them."

"Disgusting," said Linda.

"I agree," I said.

"Is he still fuckin you?" Linda asked.

"Some," I said. "Couple times a week. You still eatin Linda?"

"I am," she said. "But not nearly as much as before."

We sat silently for a few minutes. Finally I asked the question that was in both our minds.

"Are we gonna lose 'em?"

"I don't know," Linda said, "but we better keep these double dates going. It's no fun sitting here on this park bench and looking back at your SUV and knowing they're in the back, buck-naked, banging away like newly weds, but that's the best way for us to keep track of what they're up to."

"You are a very good friend Linda," I said. "We need to stay together whatever happens to those two. You're a perfect date."

"You got a deal Bobby," Linda said. "I'm not gonna date anybody but you. It's great to date a guy who doesn't want to fuck me."

We sat quietly for several minutes. Then Linda asked, "Bobby have you ever fucked a girl?"

"No, "I answered. "I played with some pussy, but pussy is wet and icky and smells so bad, you know."

"I know," Linda said, laughing. "That's exactly the way I like pussy. That's when it tastes the best."

We both laughed.

"Have you ever fucked a guy?" I asked.

"I came close once," she said. "But he didn't get that damn thing into me. I was too dry. I was lucky that time. After that I never took off my pants for a guy. I mean, guys spread your legs and get on top and if you got no pants on you're probably gonna get fucked."

"You think they're finished?" I asked, nodding toward my SUV.

"Let's go find out," she said.

We walked over and looked in the open window of the SUV. They were on the floor in back fuckin. Sandy was on her back with her legs spread wide and her feet high in the air bouncing with each powerful thrust. Kenny's weight was on his extended arms and his hips were pumping vigorously. Sandy was taking a real pounding.

We stood at the window and watched them for a few minutes. They were busy and didn't see us.

"Jesus look at the size of those balls," Linda whispered. "They really hang low."

Kenny's huge testicles were swinging back and forth with each thrust and slapping Sandy in the ass. He was banging her so hard that there was a wet slapping sound every time their naked, sweaty bodies came together.

"She's really juiced up," Linda whispered.

Linda was right. You could hear those wet, squishy sounds a horny pussy makes when it's getting what it needs. Sandy was grunting each time Kenny slammed that big sausage home.

"The horny bitch is grunting like a whore," Linda said. "She really likes to fuck."

"Yeah she does," I said, thinking about how much I liked it too.

"That damn thing's been hard for over an hour," Linda whispered with disgust.

"Maybe this is his second or third time," I whispered. "It gets soft in between fucks. Sometimes he does me more than once a night. He's a real stud! He's got at least three loads in those heavy balls of his."

"You were right about his cock," Linda said. That sucker is as thick as a stallion. It's hard to imagine you taking that thing up your ass."

Taking that thing up my ass was exactly what I was thinking about as I watched Kenny fuck Sandy. I closed my eyes and imagined him pounding me like he was pounding her. I could almost feel the tingling sensation in my prostate − a sensation that I never felt jacking off -- only when I got fucked.

"Jesus I hate to think what that monster dick is doing to her sweet little pussy," Linda said. "She's so small and tight."

"WAS small and tight," I said. "Look at him stretch that damn thing out."

"I don't know what she sees in him," Linda said in disgust.

"What she sees," I said with a chuckle, "is thick and long and uncircumcised and it has big blue veins and the damn thing is beautiful and stays hard for a long time and he knows how to use it. And when he shoves it inside you it feels great. Take my word for it Linda -- I know what it feels like when it's inside you. I know what she's feeling this very minute. I wish he was fuckin me instead of her!"

"So do I," Linda whispered. "This is nauseating! Lets go back to the bench."

We went back to the park bench and sat there, both of our minds dominated by the picture in our heads of the people we loved fucking each other. Almost without thinking each of us began to describe our sexual experiences with our partners. 

I told her about getting down on my knees and sucking Kenny's big dick and about bending over and taking that thick thing up my ass. And other details I had never shared with a soul. About how it felt when the head of that big thing massaged my prostate. As I described it to her I became sexually aroused.

Linda told me about getting down between Sandy's legs, burying her face in Sandy's pussy, and reaching up to play with those big beautiful tits. She was totally fascinated with Sandy's inner pussy lips, which she described over and over again as delicate, pink rose petals.

Our talk about sex gradually wound down and our separate sexual fantasies began to take over. We sat there silently, me stroking my cock through my pants and Linda rubbing her clit through her dress. Finally I took my dick out and started jacking off and Linda reached up her dress to finger fuck her pussy. We kept on stimulating ourselves without talking, as we each moved closer and closer to our orgasms.

I was glad I took my dick out because it was always messy to ejaculate in my pants. I had done it a few times when I was on my knees giving blowjobs. But now it just spurted out of me − gobs of cum spurting up in a high arc out on to the ground in front of me, as I imagined that big, thick cock pounding away in my asshole. 

I heard Linda take a deep breath and hold it, then grunt rhythmically and tremble as contractions racked her body. It was a long orgasm and I knew what was in her mind as she trembled -- a face full of Sandy's dripping pussy.

We sat there silently for several minutes, recovering. She sucked the juice off her fingers and I wiped my dick with a clean handkerchief and put it back in my pants. I was obviously not gonna need that clean handkerchief to wipe Kenny's dick tonight.

"That felt good," I said.

"Me too," Linda said. "But not as good as when I play with my clit and feel my contractions start while I have my face in that wonderful, wet, little pussy, sucking on those tiny, rose petal lips and licking that hard clit."

I looked toward the SUV and said, "Those rose petals are a thing of the past, Linda. They're big and thick and hanging down now."

She nodded. "I know. That bastard's been pounding them hard for well over an hour now. And he fucks her that way a couple of times a week."

We sat silently for several minutes before Linda asked once again that same question that had been in both our minds for months.

"Are we gonna lose them?" Linda asked softly.

I let my mind dwell on a thought I had not allowed myself to have before.

"We might," I said. "We just might. Neither of us can understand what they're feeling right now. Kenny was nice to me. He was very nice. But he was using me for his own sexual pleasure. Over there, just twenty feet away, he's found a new sexual pleasure that neither you nor I can understand."

"The same with Sandy," Linda said. "I give her orgasms but, like you said about yourself, some people need to feel a big, hard cock inside them pounding away for sex to be complete. Just like Sandy is feeling it now. I can't give her that."

"What's to become of us?" I asked hopelessly.

"We are not the only gay people in this world," Linda said with determination. "Others have faced this exact problem. Look at what we've got going for us. First, we've got each other! That means dates for the next four years of college. You got a girl who's not gonna grab your crotch and I gotta guy who's not gonna try to get into my pants. We can mix with all the straight people just like an ordinary couple."

"That's a good start," I said.

"And that means we can stay in the closet and have affairs and only come out when we choose to."

"I know you like Kenny because he was your first, "she continued, "but you'll find others. There's no shortage on this campus of guys who want blowjobs. Many a straight guy comes back to the frat house with a big hard on because his date wouldn't screw. I'm told a hot mouth is better than a hand any time. That's not love but it's sex and you need sex till you find the right guy."

"You're right about that," I said. "Of course I need to get fucked too and most horny guys just want blowjobs. What about you? Do some of your sorority sisters enjoy an skillful tongue on their clits?"

"Don't tell anybody this," Linda said, lowering her voice. "But I've done two or three. They were whores, of course, with big pussies and thick inner lips that hang way down -- not the small, delicate ones I like best -- but when you need to eat pussy a big used one is better than no pussy at all. I mean ... there's no such thing as bad pussy."




Life's Unfair if You're Different



"I've heard guys at the frat house say exactly the same thing," I said. "But you're better off than me. You're not in love are you?"

"No," she answered. "I'm not in love with Sandy, I just like little pussies, not those big ones that have been used hard."

I nodded.

"This is a big world," she continued. "I know I'll find someone I can love and be with long term. That's what college is for. She's out there somewhere, maybe on this very campus. I'm gonna take my time and find her. Sandy was never my type anyway. She likes to fuck too much. I mean she really likes to fuck!"

"I hope I find someone," I said.

"Look Bobby," she said. "Let me give you some advice. You need to look for a guy who doesn't like to fuck girls -- a gay guy like you are. That's the kind of guy you can pair up with long term. Guys like Kenny will never stay with you − they like pussy too much."

"You're right," I said. "I know you're right, but ... well ... I like a hairy guy with muscles, who is real masculine. And ... well ... those guys like to fuck girls."

"Not all of them by any means," Linda said forcefully. "I know! Some of those big muscular guys are turned on by a nice asshole. I mean some football players are gay."

"Maybe," I said, hesitating. "But I feel special about Kenny, you know."

"Kenny is your first love," Linda said. "Everybody has a first love. You'll find another love. Meanwhile just give blowjobs to your horny frat brothers late at night."

"Well there's no shortage of horny frat brothers," I said.

"How many guys know that you suck dicks?" Linda asked. 

"Only three. They don't get laid on a date and they come up to my room with a hard on − sometimes two guys at a time."

"Jesus," Lynda said. "You mean one guy just stands there and watches you on your knees suckin off the other guy and waiting his turn?"

"That's exactly what happens," I said.

I had lost all sense of embarrassment with Linda. We now talked about sex openly. So I decided to tell her the truth. I told her about the most humiliating things that had happened to me.

"They watch me giving the other guy a blowjob and even make jokes about it and laugh."

"Oh my God!" Linda said. "How the hell did that start?"

"It started with one guy, Eddy − a big muscular, well-hung guy, who complained about not getting laid. I kinda hinted that if he really needed his juices drained he might stop by my room some night. He did and I blew him a few times. I enjoyed it."

"Then a friend of his − a guy named Walt − stopped by one night. He was muscular and hairy and I was horny so I took care of him too. I told both Eddy and Walt that I wanted to stay in the closet, but I'd blow 'em whenever they needed it. I liked sucking 'em off and they seemed safe."

"Let me guess," Linda said. "Then they started showing up together after a double date when neither one of them got laid and you had to suck 'em both off."

"Exactly," I said. "It really wasn't that bad though. I enjoyed it. They both had big dicks and took their time so I could enjoy it. And they were nice to me! I didn't mind being watched as long as they were nice. In fact, somehow, being watched as I sucked a dick turned me on."

"But then a third guy, Larry, shows up," I continued. "He was a friend of theirs − a runt − a snotty little bastard with the smallest dick I ever saw. His dick is less than five inches long and it's skinny. Well I didn't want any trouble so I made him promise not to tell anyone and said I would blow him every now and then."

"Jesus that's a small dick," Linda said and started to laugh.

"Larry's small and he cums real fast, like in less than a minute," I said. "But Jesus! He pumps the biggest load of jism I ever saw. I mean he just fills up my mouth. With those little balls of his I got no idea where all that jism comes from."

"But then," I continued, "one night, all three guys showed up together. I said I wasn't gonna blow 'em that way. But Eddy takes out that really big dick of his and started stroking it slowly. Then Larry says if I wanted them to keep my secret I'd better take care of them all. They were drunk."

"I got really scared. I was afraid they'd out me and I wasn't sure what to do."

"What happened?" Linda asked.

"Well ... I hadn't been with Kenny for several days and I was horny as hell and ... well ... finally ... I got down on my knees and ... I mean ... well ... I was gonna suck off Eddy while the other two stood there and watched."

"I realized they were gonna make me do it − suck 'em off while they watched and laughed. But, I didn't have any choice. Both Larry and Walt got their dicks out and started stroking 'em like they were standing in line."

"Eddy dropped his pants to his knees. He's got thick muscular thighs and I grabbed hold of them hard. His muscles felt really good. He was a lot more aggressive than before. I guess because he was drunk. He, grabbed the back of my head, and started fuckin me in the mouth. His big loose balls bounced off my chin every time the head of his dick massaged my tonsils."

"It felt good. Damn good! It turned me on and I lost it. Somehow, I don't know why, but the humiliation of being laughed at turned me on even more. I got a hard on. Then I felt that tingling in my groin. I tried to hold it back. I didn't want to pump my load into my pants."

Linda put her arm around my shoulder sympathetically.

"They were calling you a fag and laughing at you and it was turning you on?" Linda asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I was humiliated. And I still don't understand why guys laughing at me on my knees turns me on."

"You've been lucky," she said. "Kenny always treats you so nice. A lot of gay guys get treated very ugly. You're not used to that. I've heard about it, but I never dreamed it would turn you on."

"Well, I don't know what it was but I was helpless and horny and real excited sucking Eddy's big dick and that electric feeling in my groin kept getting stronger."

"Eddy pumped his load down my throat. Then I crawled over and did Walt. He came faster than usual. Then I crawled over to do Larry, that punk with the little dick − the one who kept calling me a fag."

"When I took his little dick in my mouth the kid was really turned on and I could tell he was trying to hold back so he wouldn't cum so fast while his buddies watched. He wanted to look like a stud taking his time fucking a cocksucker in the mouth."

"But I didn't let him. I went to work on that little dick down to his pubic hair and back to the head -- you know deep-throat - and that little bastard couldn't hold it. He started squirting his load in a matter of seconds. It was a big load, just like always, but this time he didn't pump it in my mouth. Instead, he pulled his dick out and squirted his cum all over my face pumping that little dick with his hand like you see 'em do to the gals in porn flicks."

"Oh my God," Linda said.

"I was on my knees in front of him panting for air," I continued. "Cum dripping down my chin from two loads I'd swallowed and a third load being sprayed all over my face. That's when it happened."

"What happened?" Linda asked.

"I ejaculated into my pants. I couldn't help it. The juice just squirted out of me and then kept oozing out into my pants making a big wet spot."

"Oh my God," Linda said again. She was shocked.

"Then that little bastard pulled the table lamp down and lit up the cum all over my face and then lit up my crotch. The guys saw that big wet spot and started to laugh and that little punk started talking about how all cocksuckers enjoyed their work so much that they shoot off in their pants when they suck cock. I had never been more humiliated in all my life."

"Poor baby," Linda said. "I'm so sorry they treated you that way."

"Yeah," I said, remembering once again the humiliation of that terrible night. "Yeah, they called me a fag and a cock sucker and a queer ... and, well you know."

After I told Linda that humiliating story. She put her arms around me and tried to comfort me. We sat silently for several minutes.

"I don't want to be that way," I said softly. "I mean, I want to suck cocks but I don't want to be humiliated and laughed at like that."

"I know, I know," Linda said, holding me close and patting my back gently.

Finally, Linda asked, "Did they come back again?"

"The very next night all three of them came back," I said. "And this time I knew they had me so I didn't argue with them. I knew what was gonna happen. So, I just got down on my knees and serviced Eddy and Walt and sucked Larry's dick till he started to cum and pumped his load all over my face again."

"Did you ejaculate in your pants again?" Linda asked.

I really didn't want to tell her the truth but after thinking about it I did.

"Yeah," I said slowly. "I started to get the tingle when I sucked off Eddy and then, while Walt was fucking me in the mouth with his balls bouncing on my chin, I started thinking about Larry spurting cum all over my face. That's when I ejaculated."

"Now I do those guys a lot and they laugh and joke with each other while they watch, but they haven't told anybody else about me. I cum in my pants most of the time. I'm afraid to do any other guys now but I have to do these three any time they want it − and they want it a lot, especially Larry."

"Sometimes Larry comes alone. When he's by himself he makes me do him twice. I take the first load in my mouth and swallow it. He takes longer the second time and that's the load he pumps on my face. He says he wants to fuck me but so far he hasn't."

"Well honey," Linda giggled, "that little five inch dick wouldn't do you much good anyway."

"Listen honey," Linda continued. "The same thing happens to me. Nobody watches me eat pussy but I do eat a lot of pussy and then I have to sit in the living room drinking with the girls and listening to them tell dyke jokes."

"The same girls that you ... well ... you know?" I said.

"The same gals I eat! Sometimes I listen to dyke jokes told by a gal whose big, dripping pussy I had my face a few hours before. And then she smiles and winks at me. And the bitch knows I'll go down on her and eat pussy again the next time Sandy is out with Kenny. She knows how much I need to eat pussy! It ain't easy being gay!"

Linda and I talked a lot on dates when Kenny and Sandy were fuckin and I began to understand what she was talking about and to understand my needs better and to understand Linda's needs. We were going to have to learn to live lives different from other people, but I had a feeling that somehow we might make it.

The more I thought about it the more I knew she'd find the right girl and I'd find a guy I could love. Then, as the months went by, I became convinced that we WERE gonna make it. We were different but we were gonna make it.

One night after a long talk I concluded with, "Me and you are different from Sandy and Kenny."

"It's not fair," she said. "It's just not fair. I mean we just want different things. Why is that ... well ... why is that so wrong?"

"Linda it's NOT wrong," I said, "it's just different and ... well ... life's unfair if you're different."