It hadn't even been seven months, and Brandon was completely changed. He had expected that once he became the campus' communal cum rag, his reputation would be irrevocably tarnished. He'd have to transfer somewhere else, move out of state, change his name and identity to escape all the slut shaming he'd inevitably endure.
But to his never ending surprise, Brandon had never been more popular! He got loads of attention from all different walks of life, meeting people he'd never imagine meeting before. He was invited to every frat party, he had the personal number of every member of every sports team the college offered, and he was the absolute star of the locker room.
Brandon didn't even attend his classes anymore, but was passing all of them with flying colors, so long as he remembered to discreetly visit each of his professors during their late night office hours.
And that was to say nothing of JD's infrequent visits, which were always the highlight of Brandon's week whenever they happened. IF they happened.
The main drawback was Brandon couldn't even get a girl to LOOK at him, let alone sleep with him. His tiny three-inch dick had gone pussyless ever since JD turned him out. And everywhere he went, he was being manhandled by people heads taller than him. He didn't really have any free time to himself, in fact he had very little control over his schedule at all; the college jocks dictated when and where they wanted him, and Brandon would have to provide.
It would be a lie if Brandon said he didn't feel emasculated and objectified. Most of the guys who fucked him didn't even know his name, they just called him The Slut. He could protest all he wanted, but at the end of the day it was FACT that anyone could stick their dick in him for free, and Brandon would thank you afterwards. Probably ask for another.
Still, with his reputation broadening his horizons, Brandon's family saw his shocking rise to fame as an opportunity to network. His parents insisted that they let his younger cousin Otto stay with him in his dorm this coming weekend, give him a taste of college life before he decided where he wanted to go.
Brandon was dreading the visit at first, but what little clout he could wield he mustered up for this weekend, canceling all booty calls and denying vehemently every advance. Brandon had stopped seeing gentlemanly callers that Thursday, so he had already gone a full day without cock when Otto was dropped off. Luckily his dick was so small that he could have a raging boner and hide it pretty well.
Otto was a great kid. Lithe and spry, he took up gymnastics when he was very young and had a very tone, flexible physique to go with his strawberry blonde hair. Although he was younger than Brandon, he stood nearly six inches taller than him standing just below 5'3". He greeted Brandon with a jubilant hug, nearly jumping into each other's arms.
"I'm so excited for this weekend!" Otto was nearly singing. "We're gonna go to parties, and we're gonna drink, and get high, and my parents are never going to know!"
"Hell yeah," Brandon agreed, though admittedly with less enthusiasm. While Otto could have all the fun, it would be a struggle for Brandon... keeping up appearances and all that.
"I'm gonna have so much to tell Amy when I get back," Otto giggled, unable to keep the grin from his cheeks. Brandon smiled back as warmly as he could. Otto and Amy were highschool sweethearts, dating since Freshman year. They were practically inseparable, it was amazing that Otto hadn't dragged her along.
"You're not planning on cheating on her this weekend are you?" Brandon asked wryly, but Otto merely blew out a raspberry.
"Give me some credit, I know what I'm about." Otto could be described as femme in his mannerisms, but it was all unintentional. Brandon had seen him and Amy make out at family functions before, and he seemed pretty into it. And it's so passe to judge a person's sexuality based on how they present themselves.
Or at least, that is what Brandon had learned ever since JD taught him a lesson.
"Alright alright, you just seem like you're raring to go!"
"Show me your dorm!" Otto exclaimed, practically wiggling for joy. His boyish hips swayed back and forth, Brandon noticing that they were starting to attract the eyes of some lurid faces. "I can't believe you get a place all to yourself! That's not common, is it?"
"Fine, let's go, c'mon" Brandon huffed, eager to get out of the public. He took Otto by his thin wrist and led the way.
They were sitting together on Brandon's dorm bed, watching videos on Brandon's laptop when things went wrong.
Brandon's phone buzzed. Then buzzed again.
Nervously, Brandon glanced down, hoping it was something he could ignore. But when he saw who it was from, he snatched up his phone in an instant. Opening the text from JD, he was greeted by two pictures of a soft dick flopped out of a pair of classic gray sweatpants.
"No..." Brandon whispered horrified to himself, the realization dawning on him. "Please no..."
A third buzz from his phone:
"On my way bro get that mouth ready"
Brandon's fingers trembled as he tried to orchestrate a response. Something, anything! Any excuse that might keep JD from coming over. But even as he was typing it out, wiping the beading sweat from his brow, there was a heavy knock on the dorm room door.
Otto snapped his head from the door to Brandon. "Expecting somebody?" he asked innocently.
"Fuck!" Brandon hissed, jumping to his feet, eyes darting about the room. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! You gotta hide!"
"Hide?" Otto asked, incredulously.
"There's no time to explain just -" Another, more impatient knock at the door. "Get under the bed!" Brandon ordered in a harsh whisper. "Don't argue, now, now, now!"
As Otto scrambled with his gangly limbs to hide underneath the rickety dorm bed, Brandon rushed to the door and inched it open.
"JD!" he said, trying to mask how nervous he was. "Look, now's not a good time, I'm kinda in a -"
"So we'll make it quick," JD finished for him, shouldering past Brandon like shoving aside a toddler. He kicked off his shoes then strolled confidently towards the mattress. He let out a pleased sigh as he fell ass-first onto the bed, making the wooden frame creak under his weight. He spread out his legs so that his tree trunk-sized thighs were open and his heavy cock and balls slipped down from within his sweats to hang between them.
Brandon, still at the door, hesitated. "Make it quick," he whispered to himself.
His bare feet padded lightly across the floor, stopping just in front of JD. Even sitting on his bed, JD was as tall as Brandon was standing, meeting eye to lascivious eye. Brandon swallowed the last of his pride before sinking to his knees, knowing full well that his cousin had a front row view. With JD's feet spread wide and Brandon's petite body kneeling between them... it was only too obvious what was occurring.
With shaky fingers, Brandon snatched JD's stretchy waistband and pulled the gray sweats down past his knees. The heat of JD's semi-erect cock slapped Brandon in the face, and he involuntarily moaned in response, his tongue already lolling out of his mouth like a dog in heat. Moving purely through habit now, Brandon took JD's dick in his hands and started stroking up and down.
Up and down, up and down. Brandon's hands couldn't encircle fully the girth of JD's rod, so he had to squeeze tightly with both his hands, and the strain of it always tired him out. The thick veins of JD's cock bulged out as his fingers ran over them, and Brandon could feel JD's heartbeat through his cock. Pulsing, hot and heavy, like a monster waiting to pounce.
