This story was sent in by a cocksucking jewish slut who has very good taste in Dommes. He is a cross between a weasly cuckold and closet queerboy. He also has a miniscule tiny pathetic penis that he has sent Me many pictures of. ICKY.

***SISSY***
It was my first semester at college, and I was paired-up in the dormitory with a handsome blonde stud named Steve. He was extremely athletic and had broad, muscular shoulders and a thickly muscled torso that narrowed sharply in a classic V-shape to a taut, six-pack belly. His thighs were tanned and muscular, as were his calves - he was a rugby player and used to running up and down the field in the sun. Even his toes were sinewy and strong.

Oh yes…and below that muscular belly hung a gorgeous giant - like a steel cable waiting to spring to action, his thick cock was easily six inches soft! I did not know how big it would be when he was aroused, but I would soon find out. His balls were like billiard balls, swaying as he strutted about. He was proud of his package, and it showed. I was awestruck and smitten with more than a little puppy love.

Steve sized me up quickly…I was afraid to let him see me without my clothes on, but it didn’t take long for him to wonder out loud if I ever planned on showering (I had been going to the shower room in the middle of the night). He pressured me to join him for a steam shower and when I closed my eyes, took a deep breath and opened my robe, he took one look at my budding tits and tiny cock and burst into laughter. I turned crimson and he started carrying on, “Get away from me dude…are you gay?” Soon the room filled-up with boys…several of them were snapping me with towels and others were grabbing my nipples and twisting. I ran out in tears, their laughter burning my ears.

That night, Steve just kept telling me, “Hey, Tiny…you gotta find another roommate - this is bad for my reputation.” I told him I would try, and cried myself to sleep.

The next day, I noticed a group of girls pointing at me and giggling as I walked back from class. One of them yelled out, “Hi, Tiny!” as the others dissolved into laughter. Oh great, I thought, everybody on campus must know by now. When I got to the room, Steve was there and he told me that his girlfriend Robin would be coming over that evening to spend the night, and that I would have to find someplace else to sleep. I didn’t know what to do and started to cry…after a while, he told me not to have a hissy, that they’d let me stay…that Robin wasn’t shy, she just wanted to fuck him.

That night, I met Robin. She was a blonde, with a pretty face and a perfect, hard body (much like Goddess Farrah). As I lay in my bed, they started kissing on his bed, which was just across from mine. I pretended to be asleep, but I was peeking out from under the covers. Robin had Steve’s monster in her hands and it was hard as a rock - and huge! It was about 10” long and as thick as my wrist! I heard him moaning as Robin tongued it and sucked its mushroom head. Soon, she mounted him, facing me, and slowly took his cock deep into her nearly shaved pussy. She began to moan as he began to thrust in and out of her like a powerful piston. This went on for about an hour - at times, she looked right at me, as though she knew I was watching (I was fingering my tiny cock with two fingers and jiggling it up and down, pathetically masturbating as I watched two thoroughbreds do what I knew I could never do. At one point, I made a little sound and she smiled and raised her middle finger to me as she came for what seemed like the 5th or 6th time.

I heard her whispering to Steve then, and he was saying something I couldn’t hear, but after a minute or two Robin climbed off his still erect cock and strode over to me and sat down. I could smell the scent of her gorgeous pussy as she smeared pussy juice on the comforter my mother had made for me. “Michael,” she said, “I’ll let you taste my pussy if you’ll agree to suck Steve’s cock.” I pretended to be sleeping…I was so scared…but she punched the covers and hit me squarely in the belly, and I cried out. “Hey…Tits! I’m talking to you!” she said sternly. I stammered, “Yes, Rrrobin…” and she repeated her offer, running a pussy-scented finger across my upper lip. “You know you want to, sissy,” she correctly cooed to me. I did want to suck him, but I was scared that he’d begin beating me in disgust if I did. I told her this, and she assured me that I had nothing to worry about.

As a climbed out of bed, she started cracking-up at the sight of my floppy titties and tiny cock. “Shit, it’s true,” she giggled. I heard him say, “I told you.” I began to lie down on my stomach by his crotch but Robin stopped me. “No, no…lie on your back with your head hanging off the end of the bed.” I did so and she then ordered me to open my mouth and let my head fall back. Steve then straddled my head and guided his big beast between my lips and into my throat. I was amazed that I didn’t gag as he slowly worked it in and out, his big balls slapping me in the nose, gradually putting more and more in until finally I did gag. Robin was in my ear, telling me to breathe through my nose. I could taste her pussy juice on his cock, and it was accumulating on my lip as I closed down tighter on him and began to suck. Robin was hissing at me as I sucked him, telling me what a fat little fag I was and how I would always be a fag from that day forward – that nothing could ever reverse what I
had done that night.

Steve was getting close now, and I felt his thighs begin to tighten around me. Robin knew, and told him to pull out. Thank God, I thought, I won’t have to swallow. But I wasn’t prepared for what came next…Steve gripped his big hose and, with a few strokes, he erupted in a series of five or six long, thick squirts of cum – all over my face! I felt like I was drowning. Suddenly, I became aware that Robin had a camcorder in her hand and its light was glaring in my eyes as she captured every moment of my drenching humiliation on tape…a tape that I instantly knew would be the subject of more than one drunken sorority party.

I turned to Robin with an expectant look on my face, and before I could speak she said, “Oh, are you waiting to eat my pussy, bitch? I told you that you could taste it, not eat it, and you’ve already tasted plenty off Steve’s dick!”

From that night on, I was made to be available to Steve for whenever he and Robin wanted. And on those nights when Robin wasn’t around…