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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….

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