An Acquired Taste

After graduating high school all of my friends were stoked to move off to college and live the dorm life. But, now that I'm here, it just seems cramped. This room is the size of my bedroom back home, and I'm going to have to share it with some stranger.

I wish one of my friends from high school could have joined me, at least then I would actually be able to room with someone I know. But we all went our separate ways. I'm trying to be optimistic - view this as an opportunity to remake myself. I wasn't the most popular guy in high school. I didn't play sports, my grades were okay, and I was pretty scrawny.

Now as I look across the room at my new roommate, Jake, I'm realizing...I'm still pretty scrawny. But hey, that's the least of my concerns. There's a gym on campus. Maybe I can bulk up? Or maybe there's some hot chicks who are into skinny guys? A positive outlook - that's all I need!

"Uh...hey Erin? You just gonna stand there and stare at the wall, or are you going to unpack?"

Crap. I got lost in thought again. These are the kinds of habits I need to break!

"Ah, sorry Jake. I was just thinking about how we should decorate the room. These walls are so drab. We need some color in here! Any thoughts?"

"Well I don't know about that. I'm no decorator. But I've got these posters..."

Jake pulled a few posters out of his bag - each featuring scantly clad babes. Not exactly how I imagined the room, but hey. We're just a couple of guys. This kind of thing is normal, right?

As I helped Jake hang up posters I couldn't help but notice just how hot it is in this room. I was breaking a sweat just hanging posters.

"Hey Jake, is there a way we can turn the A/C on in here?"

"A/C? Bro, this is the freshman dorm. We don't get A/C."

It's a blistering 89 degrees outside, and hotter in here with no A/C. This might not be the Taj Mahal, but to me it's heaven. My own space (or, at least mostly my own) to reinvent myself.

"If you think it's hot now, just wait 'til later man. The quad is going to be packed. All that body heat is going to make things hot." Jake explained that there's going to be a lawn party for freshmen out on the quad tonight.

"Erin. We have to go! It'll be the perfect chance to scope out all of the hot chicks in our class."

Now we're talking.

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The quad is bumping. Bass so deep it shakes your lungs. Jake was right, though. It is hot. But so worth it. all the girls are wearing crop tops and short shorts. I'm trying not to stare - but it's hard. All these girls are half naked!

Focus, Erin. It's time to mingle. It'd be nice to have some backup, but Jake is the only person I know here, and he's already found some pretty blonde to chat with.

Who can I talk to? So many people have already formed groups. I got so distracted by all the pretty girls that I missed the window to jump in on fresh conversations.

Just when I start to panic I saw her. Sitting by herself. The most beautiful girl I've ever seen. Medium length, straight chestnut brown hair. Gorgeous heart shaped face. Confident enough in her beauty, she seems to hardly be wearing any makeup. I'm stunned, but I can't miss this shot!

"Hey, I'm Erin. I'm in the computer science course. What's your name?"

I have absolutely no game. Hell, I'm practically shaking in my Vans. But I have to put myself out there.

"Hi! I'm Jenna. I'm also in the computer science course. What a small world" she replied with a smile.

No way. She's actually giving me the time of day. Don't mess this up.

"Do you know many people here yet? Believe it or not, yours is the second name I've learned since I've been here."

She giggled, "I've met a few people, but I'm still pretty shy. It's hard to make friends."

"Oh, man, right? They don't tell you how hard it is to make friends when you're older. I haven't had to make friends out of the blue like this since...well, kindergarten. And at that age you can just walk up to another kid and say 'do you want to be my friend?'"

"You're so right!" She laughed "well, maybe it can be that easy. Do you want to be my friend?"

My heart skipped a beat. She's so cute, and her laugh is to die for. I honestly never thought we'd be hitting it off like this. Maybe I'm getting caught up on something too small, but, I don't want to just be friends. If I say yes, will I be stuck in the friend zone? I've already been lost in thought for way to long. I have to say something!

"I'd love to be friends" I say with the most sincere smile I can muster.

We continued talking through the night. We even exchanged phone numbers. Occasionally I took a glance over at Jake. He was already making out with the blonde chick he had been talking to. Man, he moves quick. Well, she had nothing on Jenna. So I'm not going to worry much about what Jake is doing.

"Text me, we should hang out sometime" Jenna said before we went our separate ways. It took everything I had not to jump for joy. I did my best to play it cool.

I was riding a high like never before. Jenna is the girl of my dreams, and I think she likes me! I was so lost in my head that I didn't realize that I should probably knock before entering my room.

I opened the door to the sight of Jake's bare ass as he plowed this blonde chick from behind.

"Erin, what the fuck man?" Jake exclaimed - though is lover didn't seem to even skip a beat.

"Gah! I'm so sorry!"

I closed the door and stood there. What now? I don't really have anywhere else to go. That's when I realized - duh, the dorm has common rooms.

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I made my way to the common area for my hall. As I passed by rooms, most either had open doors of which I could see groups of friends hanging out, or music, or some signs of life. Figures most people would have made friends by now. I spent the whole night talking to Jenna, I didn't really think to mingle and make friends.

As I found a comfy couch to sit on I realized the common room was empty. It came as a bit of a surprise, but not entirely unwelcome. I'm pretty beat so I don't really feel like chatting. For a moment I consider texting Jenna, but I don't want to come off as desperate.

With nothing else to do I pull out my phone and start scrolling. My mind begins to drift as I scroll. The hot girls on the posters. All of those sexy bodies in the quad. Jenna's gorgeous self. Even a glimpse of the girl Jake was fucking came to mind - though I try to push Jake's ass out of my head. All of today's events had me pretty worked up.

Mindlessly I switched to "that side" of Twitter. The side where everyone is posting nudes and talking about sex. I could feel myself getting hard in my pants.

A quick glance around. Nobody in sight. I checked the windows - none with a good angle on where I'm sitting. I'm so horny that I lose my better judgement and pull my dick out to start stroking.

As I start getting into it and pick up speed I'm startled by the sound of a voice.

"Uh. What are you doing?" the man says.

I look up to see a guy holding his phone up, clearly recording. Panicking, I try to shove my dick back into my pants. Who is this guy? Man I really fucked up.

"Oh! N-nothing. Sorry. Uh. I'll just go. I'm so sorry man."

"Nah, nah you can't just leave, pervert." He says, circling to block my path.

As he steps in front of me I get a better view of him. He's tall, probably over 6' to my measly 5'9". And he's strong - it's been hot and he's just wearing a tank top to stay cool. So I can see all of the muscles in his arms. This guy can kick my ass.

"Listen man I just got carried away. If you let me go I promise I won't do it again."

He turns his phone to show me the screen - a video of me furiously masturbating in the common room.

"Nah this opportunity is too good to pass up."

"O-opportunity? What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he takes a step back and looks me up and down "you just might do. Come with me."

He begins to walk off. I don't move, stunned. What is happening? I'm so confused, but he turns around.

"Did I stutter? Come with me."

I again stand frozen, unsure of what's happening

"Do you want me to share this with everyone on campus?" he says, wiggling his phone at me.

"N-no...." I mumble.

"Then fucking come with me" he says, lunging at me, grabbing me behind the neck and forcing me to walk.

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He lead me to his dorm, just down the hall. He's one of the few that managed to get a single room. As I enter I can smell the weed permeate the room.

"Listen up pervert. Phone on the desk."

I do as he demands and place my phone on his desk. I begin to question why I'm doing what he says before I realize that I can't let that video get out. If Jenna sees it I'm fucked.

He sits back on his bed and takes a hit of his joint.

"Undress" he demands.

"W-what? W-why?" I stutter.

"Because I fucking told you to. That's why, bitch boy."

I flinch at his harsh tone and slowly do what he says.

"Slower" he demands as I get my t-shirt up over my head.

I start slowly undoing my pants and stop once I'm in my underwear.

"All the way, dumbass" he says.

I feel my lips quiver as I hold back the emotion. My hands reach for the waistband of my boxers and he tells me to turn around. I do as he says, slowly peeling off my underwear, revealing my ass to him. I feel so exposed bent over, and quickly resume my standing position.

"You see. I think you've got a nice body. I could tell the moment you stood up out there. Your ass is perky. And I can see your legs have no fucking hair on them. So you're going to be my back up bitch" he explains, standing up and opening his closet.

"B-back up bitch?"

"Yeah" he says as he pulls a bag out of his closet. "And you'll wear this."

He hands me the bag, which has a set of bra and panties in it.

"N-no way! I'm not doing that!" I say as he sits back on his bed. At that moment my phone lights up. I can see what the screen says - 'new text from Jenna.'

My heart sinks. I look at this strange man and see he notices the text as well. We both lunge for the phone and he easily knocks me on my ass.

Standing over me he holds the phone in front of my face, activating the facial unlock.

"Jenna says she had a lovely evening and want's to know if you're free tomorrow night, bitch boy. What should I tell her?"

"Don't you fucking dare respond to her!" I say from my chest.

"Ohhhh. Bitch boy has some spine when it comes to his girlfriend huh? That's the most 'oomf' you showed me this whole time. Well I'm sure Jenna would love to know that her little boyfriend was jacking his little dick off in public."

I feel my face go pale. "P-please. You can't."

"Then be a good little bitch boy and do as I say."

I stare him in his cold, brown eyes for a moment before swallowing my pride, standing up and putting the bra and panties on.

"There. Can I have my phone back please?"

"One sec" he says, pulling out his phone and typing something.

He tosses me my phone and quickly holds up his, snapping a picture of me in these panties.

"Now I have Jenna's number AND more evidence of you being a little pervert."

I'm yet again stunned. How could this happen? Today was going so well.

"What do I have to do to get you to delete those?" I say, my voice failing.

"That's more like it. For starters..." he drops his pants, revealing his 8 inch cock "you can suck my cock."

My cheeks go bright red as I stare at his large, semi-erect cock. He sits back down on the bed and gestures in front of him on the floor, clearly wanting me to kneel in front of him.

"Don't really have a choice bitch boy."

I grit my teeth and glare at him. "Fine."

I drop to my knees and am up close and personal with his cock. I'm instantly hit with the smell - it even overpowers the weed. That man musk hits my nostrils. It's a scent I've never experienced before. I can't tell if it's the secondhand smoke, the musky scent, or if I dropped to my knees too fast, but I feel myself go lightheaded for a moment.

I gulp and hear him say "sooner you get it over with, the sooner we can move on."

I reach out and grab his cock. It's so girthy my hand hardly fits around it. How am I going to be able to do this? Slowly I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the head. Already my mouth is full, and I'm struggling to make even the head fit.

He reaches behind my head and pulls me down further onto his dick. His large hand clenches and grips some of my shaggy hair as he starts to thrust into my mouth. I stifle a gag as I feel a tear roll down my face. Struggling, I finally inhale through my nose. More of that weed and musk flows through my head.

He pulls my head back off of his cock, and as I gasp and cough he grabs my face, holding my mouth open and spits into it before returning me to his cock.

"Enjoying yourself down there bitch boy?" he asks with a cocky chuckle.

I do my best to utter a response, but his cock is preventing me from speaking. I attempt a resounding "no". Instead, a muffled "nnnnnhhhh" comes out. But he seems to understand my intention.

"Really? 'Cause it looks to me like you're into this." he says, pulling my head off of his cock. Maintaining his hold on a fistful of my hair he angles my head down towards my waist to find that I'm erect in these panties.

How could that be? Not only that, but my 3 inch erection is contained by the delicate fabric and lace.

As if this couldn't get any more embarrassing, I was too distracted by the sight of my erection to notice him stroking himself.

I feel the relief of his grasp releasing my hair. As I pick my head up to look at him he looses a large stream of cum right at my face. He grunts in pleasure as his cum erupts, covering my face and chest.

I kneel there as a collapses onto the bed. I feel the warmth that now covers me. I don't think I could produce this much cum in a week, let alone one orgasm.

"Phew. That was a good nut for my second of the day" he says catching his breath. "You're not bad, bitch boy."

"Can you please delete that video now?" I beg.

"Sure" he says, pulling out his phone. He angles the screen to show me he deletes it.

"And the picture?" I ask.

"Oh, right!" he exclaims - then holds his phone up and takes another photo. He holds it up to show me myself covered in his spunk.

"That's not what I meant!" I exclaim.

"I don't give a flying fuck, bitch boy. You're going to keep being my bitch, clear?" he asks, tossing a towel at me. "Now clean up and get the fuck out of here. And keep those panties. You're going to wear those whenever I call you back here."

I glare at him. But I'm exhausted, and humiliated. I clean myself up, put my clothes back on, then leave.

Just what have I gotten myself into?