So, gay dude here who began molesting my blackout drunk college roomie back in the fall term, sucking his cock and licking and fingering his asshole, and

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So, gay dude here who began molesting my blackout drunk college roomie back in the fall term, sucking his c*** and licking and f******** his a******, and finally working up to fingerfucking his hole to train him to take my c***. I began f****** him in the spring term, and eventually arranged for a bud to f*** him also – although that turned out differently than expected. My bud actually talked him into letting him blow him, rim him, and even fucked him – true, roomie was drunk still, but awake for the f****** this time.

He worried me a little after that, being too quiet and not drinking. I finally brought up the f****** since I’d been there to witness it. He admitted he liked it more than he thought he was and was also a little ashamed of it and afraid it would get out. I assured him it was no one’s business and I’d never tell, and agreeing if he wanted to explore more I’d be willing to do that with him.

Well, nothing for several days. He still wasn’t drinking enough to black out and I don’t mind telling you I was getting pretty f****** antsy wanting to f*** that p**** I built. I even got pretty drunk myself one night hoping he would give in and join me. He had a few beers but went to bed on his own.

Last night I decided that it had gone too far, maybe. Having my bud f*** him when he was awake and enjoying it might have messed things up to the point where he blamed alcohol for the g******, and the guilt for enjoying it. So, I decided..f*** it…I have GOT to get this load off before my balls explode.

After he went to bed I finished up some reading and went to my bedroom, too. I’ve got a 32″ tv with an apple TV and decided to airplay some good rough gay p***. I’m kinda been addicted with anonymous s** vids that a lot of guys post – especially the kind where they are sorta waiting on hands and knees for some dude to just walk in and f*** them. I stripped naked and was purusing vids, watchin some good fucks, tugging my meat pretty good. I’m so horned my nuts are f****** drawn up to my d***, and I’m gooning over it. I’ve actually filmed myself when I get in these moods and it’s f****** hilarious seeing myself zone out working my d***.

I’d been edging a good 15 mins or so when my door opened. Nothing I could do. Roomie apologized and started to leave but I told him it was cool..just let me put some shorts on. He said nah, carry on…I thought that was what you were doing and told me he was pretty horned himself. Told him he could join me if he wanted and j******* together or whatever…

So we did. I even pulled up some straight s*** because I wanted to really rev him up, and it worked. We chatted too about what we liked and what we thought was hot, etc. He gets comfortable enough to take his shorts off and strokes himself. His c*** is a little bigger and thicker than mine, and I take the opportunity to compliment him on it. He’s a short skinny fucker, so his above avg d*** looks even bigger. I’m careful not to mention that I’ve tasted his d***, balls, a**, and c** already on multiple occasions, but this is going well and I probably won’t ever tell him that anyway.

Getting froggy and hoping he’ll be comfortable enough to do more, I pull out a buttplug from a drawer and some lube, and ask him if he minds if I pop it in. I’m mostly a top but when I’m this gooned out I like a little assplay. He says he doesn’t mind and I notice him watching VERY intently as I raise my legs in bed and start lubing my hole up, then the plug, and start f****** it into me a little at a time. Finally it slides in and I’m sure to moan and groan, keeping my legs raised and stroking my c*** while my a****** is clenching and relaxing.

We watch some more p***, swapping between gay and straight stuff. He keeps his eye on the screen while we’re watching straight p***, but studies me while I’m watching the gay stuff. I make sure to pull the plug out of myself and pop it back in when I know he’s watching. His d*** is f****** rigid.

I ask him if he’s ever played with another dudes c*** before and he says no. I ask him to help me out and stroke my c*** a little if he’s comfortable. He gets quiet but comes and joins me on the bed. He finally takes my d*** in his hand and strokes it for me. I lay back and enjoy it, moaning. I also grab my n****** and twist and tug those. He looks at the screen but back to my d*** for awhile. I put one hand on his back while he’s working.

I’m getting too close, though. I want to nut bad, but want him in need. Told him to lay down. While he finds some straight p***, I go for his c*** with my mouth and s***…massaging and tugging his balls. He’s into it and gets to moaning good, so I take the opportunity to raise his legs. He resists and tries to discourage me, but I know this dude loves hole work by now. Soon, I’m licking and sucking on his a****** which I know so well so far. He gets into that pretty quick and doesn’t object when I start working a couple of fingers into him. F***, that hole clamping down on my fingers…I missed it bad.

While I finger his hole I go back to sucking on his c***, keeping it hard and rigid. Love how his a****** reacts to the sucking…almost feels like it’s sucking on my fingers in thanks. He’s too close, too. And I want inside his p****. Without asking permission I get up and get between his legs, spit on my c***, and prop my head against his a******. He’s looking at me worried but I ignore it and start pumping it into him. I didn’t want to give him a chance to ask me to put on a rubber and ruin the mood.

I have one leg raised high, one hand stroking his hardon, and my c*** pumping its way into his snug wet p****. He isn’t blacked out. He hasn’t even had more than a couple of beers today. This is all him, taking my d*** willingly, raw, and wide awake. I’ve trained his p**** to take c*** pretty well by now, and my bud has already fucked him pretty hard, so I’m pounding him. I love how small this little dude is under me.

He gets loud, but I don’t care. I’m railing him. I’m telling him how much I love f****** his hot hole and how hot he looks under me, and how awesome his hard c*** is letting me know he is loving my d*** breeding him. He’s not talking, just making these animal noises while I ream him out. It doesn’t matter if he’s sore now. He knows he’s being fucked. His d*** is rigid and flexing in my hand while my d*** is plugging his a******.

He starts saying “c**.” He just repeats it over and over. “C**. Please c**.” I finally start to understand that he wants ME to c** so I will stop..haha…but no. I tell him no, I won’t c**. I’m gonna keep pounding his a** until HE cums, and he is gonna c** with my d*** in his a******. He finally gives in and goes pretty limp…submitting…letting me dominate him. I start jacking his c*** hard and slow down my pace…dragging my d*** out and sliding it back in. I knew his hole well enough to know he was about to pop, and as lifeless as he was I was very familiar having usually fucked him while he was blacked out.

FINALLY, he starts moaning and it sounds like he’s almost in pain…his d*** thickens and swells…and he starts squirting j*** all over himself. I bury my d*** deep to enjoy his a****** clenching and relaxing around my c*** while he nuts. Once he calms down I begin to pump again, and he starts to protest – some dudes can’t handle being fucked after they c**.

I’m close though and just tell him to hold on. I f*** slow and his a** has tighted up a lot, fighting it now. I drag my d*** out to just the opening before pushing it back in. His hands are on my shoulders and chests now and he’s grimacing..it’s s*** seeing him struggle while my c*** reams him. I can’t hold it any more and bury it balls deep…pushing him down into the bed. I start to c**, and I know he HAS to feel my d*** flexing while I c** inside him.

I stay inside him until I’m soft enough for his a****** to push me out, then collapse on the bed beside him. Without thinking too much about it, I pull the buttplug out of my and insert it into him. It goes in without a fight, and we both laugh. We don’t say much, but giggle now and then while we recover. He finally gets up and says he needs to go shower, so I tell him goodnight and that I had a great time. He laughs again and leaves.

I went to sleep covered him our juice.

I’m wondering now if he’s ever gonna black out again. As fun as this is becoming, I miss using him without his consent.

New Confession

i am having a complete learning ban until i have a bedroom of my own again. i am sick of living poor when i have great skills and should have bad more good things in life by now. when people tell you, no such thing as shouldaa’s , what they are really saying is “forfeit your rights ” don’t let them do that to you, its like when people like to say learn from things in our audit and shift blame, no you need to not be fearful of blame. people are too afraid to own blame now.

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