ASSERTIVE FRESHMAN by pigbottom_28@yahoo.com
When Michael first arrived at college he was not anyone's idea of a normal freshman. He had been the star of his high school track team, the star of the school's musical and prom king. Everyone thought he was straight including himself. He was the definition of the perfect All-American straight white hunk boy-man. Eighteen years old, six feet tall, 170 pounds of lean muscle and a rock hard cock that was pretty much always eight inches and ready to fuck pussy. Gorgeous blond hair with just a bit of a wave in it and stunning emerald green eyes. Most people would fall madly in love with him moments after they first saw his unbelievable eyes and chiseled features. He also had a commanding, sexy voice, which was very authoritative for someone of his youthful age.
Michael got an awful lot of pussy in high school. Almost all of the girls offered themselves to him, and there was really no reason to turn them down unless they were skanky or fat. He fucked some of those losers too, but that was more about pity and equal rights. He felt everyone was equally deserving of his hot cock. When he was with an ugly or fat chick he would use those experiences to take out some of his aggression.
For whatever reason, Michael, like everyone else in America was full of anger and resentment. He had an awful lot of issues that he needed to work out and expending some of that frustration on other people was a good way for him to let loose. So, when he would fuck a fat girl he would make sure to humiliate her by calling her names and doing all kinds of nasty shit. Most high school girls wouldn't take that kind of crap, even from a hot God like Michael, but the pimply losers who had no friends were more than happy to eat his cum, lick his feet and do all kinds of other demoralizing stuff. He would often find these girls begging to be fed his shit from his asshole. He never indulged in it but he wondered how low you had to be to do something that gross.
It didn't take Michael long to figure out that there was a happy medium between the pretty girls he liked to fuck and the gross girls he liked to humiliate. What he found his first day of college was a large group of willing pig bottom boys. They were hot as chicks, but had no dignity whatsoever and got off on him abusing them and treating their sorry asses like shit. The idea of them serving as his toilet was an honor for most of these fags.
Michael was straight. He never thought of himself as gay and neither did the many fags who serviced him at college. He was a straight guy who just happened to learn that boys give better service than girls.
The first experience Michael had at school was with his R.A. who was three years older and probably also straight. The R.A, Pete, was giving Michael a tour of the floor, and couldn't help but notice Michael's bulge in his sweats. Michael had gotten used to wearing sweats with no underwear and he either didn't notice or care that everyone could plainly see the outline of his delicious cock. It is very hard for ANYONE, gay or straight to resist a cock like that. A cock that stands at attention all the time, ready for a nice open mouth or any other hole that might be handy.
Pete was pretty darn good looking himself. He was kinda of an Ashton Kutcher type, with a bob of cute brown hair and a really pleasant fun disposition. He wasn't exactly a slacker, but also wasn't a geek. Just your everyday real cute guy with a tight swimmer's build and modely features.
So, when Pete and Michael were in the stairway, Pete "jokingly" grabbed Michael's cock and balls, and said "oops." Michael's first instinct was "fuckin faggot." But he thought about it for a quick mill-second. He was a big boy now at college and here was an upperclassman who was obviously making a none-too-subtle pass at him. Why not see where it goes? Didn't make him gay, but it couldn't hurt to get some head right about then either.
So, Michael quickly changed his tune, and said "you like that? Why don't you get down on your faggoty hands and knees and suck it then bitch!"
No one had ever spoken to Pete like that, and it triggered something deep inside him. He was compelled to follow suit. He got right on his hands and knees in the middle of a stairwell that anyone could have entered. Pete could lose his job, or even worse, his dignity, but he didn't care. The thought of pleasing a hot hung guy like Michael was all he could comprehend at the moment. He was on his knees and he looked up at Michael pleadingly.
Michael said "pull down my sweats. Open your mouth and beg for my cock you faggot loser."
Pete followed his instructions and began begging immediately by saying, "oh please, Michael, please please please let me suck your big cock. It's so big and beautiful and I have never sucked a cock before. I'm totally straight but all I want in the whole world is for you to feed me that big thing and for you to own me. Oh please sir, please please fuck my mouth with that thing."
Michael had heard a couple of girls get this desperate before, but not an attractive, interesting, perfectly functional 21 year old guy. This guy could pretty much get any chick, and here he was on his knees begging for Michael. This was feeling really right to Michael. A whole progression of thoughts crossed his mind. He could probably get a whole bunch of faggot losers to do whatever he wanted just by letting them near his cock. They would do his work, buy his clothing, take care of all his needs...all Michael would have to do is tease them with a little cock here and there...Maybe feed them a load if he felt like dropping one, or if they were especially cute and/or worthless.
So, Michael fed Pete his cock and his cum and that was the beginning of his hot gay sex life in college. Pete wasn't really a pro, but he seemed to have a clue probably from getting a lot of head in his own right. Michael felt the boy was trainable and seemed to take direction very well. He was pleased with Pete. When they were done, Pete showed Michael his room.
They walked in and Michael's new roommate Scott was already there. Scott was on his bed in a jockstrap fingering his asshole and jerking off a load. Scott was seventeen, 5'6 and 130 pounds. He was not especially cute or hot or anything and he had a real tiny cock. Scott's asshole did look mighty enticing though to both guys. Michael and Pete laughed at him for his small cock and the fact that he was jerking off. Scott was real embarrassed. He apologized to the guys and said he was a total loser. Pete laughed and walked off shrugging his shoulders. He closed the door behind them and started thinking what it would be like to fuck Scott's tight little asshole.
Michael said, "yes, that's clear. You are a big loser. What you may want to do right now is eat my asshole and we can see if I can forgive you." There was a pause when Scott looked at Michael in stunned silence and awe.
Scott had probably never seen a hotter guy than Michael in his life and if this really was gonna be a reality he was gonna put a load out of little dick right away. Instead, he looked over at Michael and said, "really? You aren't joshing with me?"
"What the fuck? You fucking loser. Forget it. That was your chance to redeem yourself. Get dressed and get out of here." Scott started to get dressed quickly and was about to leave the room in tears.
"Come to think of it, go out and get my stuff from my car. My parents are out there and they are gonna need help unloading the car and shit." Again, Scott just looked at Michael in shock. There was a tear in his eye, and he was both scared and excited by Michael's orders.
Michael said, "Come on...now bitch. My dad is out there waiting. It's a navy blue BMW. You'll see it. My dad will be chatting up some cute chick and my mom will probably be nearby sucking off one of my hung buddies. I'm kidding, but lets go --hop on it SHIT BRAIN!"
Scott got up and went outside to find Michael's parents. He felt really conflicted about the fast and furious chain of events that just occurred. However, there was no conflict about his small five inch hard penis. He was gonna be living with a hot guy who looked something like Paul Walker, but maybe just a little more perfect. Scott couldn't tell if Michael was serious about the rimming thing, and he really wasn't even sure what rimming was, but he was determined to find out. If it was something sexual and it had something to do with Michael, he was ready to party.
Pete was in his room jerking off thinking about fucking Scott's asshole and Michael lay on his bed contemplating his next move...
To Be Continued...
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