Out of Bounds E7 | I didn't think I'd be a cuck in my second year of college (Patreon)

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I could deny it. What proof would people even have me sucking dick? It's Connor’s word against mine.

Wait, was anyone recording? No, I don’t think so.

Connor has a lot more social pull on campus than I do. Wildly unfair fight, given that I just got here and he’s the quarterback. Plus, he has the good karma of being the one “cheated on” when his girlfriend slept with me. I still don't know how that one is my fault.

As far-fetched as me sucking his dick for forgiveness sounds, people will actually believe it if it's coming from his mouth.

And it is the truth. It was just one time though. I'm not out there blowing him every time his girlfriend spreads her legs for someone else. 

“It'll blow over. Hey, it's not so bad being known as a cocksucker,” Mark says, reading my expression. 

“Not helping,” I stare at the ceiling while laying in their bed. 

“Is he saying you're a good cocksucker?” Mark jokes. “We could tell everyone that you're a good one.” Him and Jonathan being the only visible gay guys on campus? People are going to believe them too. 

“Yeah, again, not helping.” 

“Leave him alone, babe,” Jonathan says. “We could talk to Connor for you. Or this one can.” He tickles his boyfriend. 

“No. I can do it,” I say with resolution. I have to put this story behind me once and for all. 

I planned to visit Connor’s dorm after classes. I guess he is campus famous or whatever, because I know where his building is even though I have no interest in knowing anything about him. It even worked out that someone was leaving the building as I got there, and they let me in without questioning. The legend is that he traded rooms with someone specifically so he could be in room 420. Once again, information that I never asked for but I know for some reason. 

Knock knock. 

“Hey, stop telling everyone that I suck your dick. It was one time and you said we’re even now.” 

“If you don't stop talking shit about me, I'm going to…” 

Going to what? Me and what army? 

Connor opens the door, and the situation is immediately awkward because he's not wearing a shirt. The man is built like a wrestler, with pounds of meat on his chest and thick torso. I'm sure if I punch him in the stomach, it's my fist that's going to hurt. 

“What the fuck?” He looks over my shoulder. “Where’s Danae?” 

“What? How should I know?” I shake my head. “I don't talk to your girl.” 

“Yeah, you better not,” Connor says, literally puffing out his chest like a dumb gorilla. I control my eyes from rolling. 

“Can I come in?” 

He looks at me with disdain with those clear blue eyes, and then steps aside just enough for me to squeeze by. His room smells like a disgusting mix of axe body spray and old food containers. 

“People are going around saying you're a beta bitch,” he says, pulling on a campus branded hoodie and zipping it up with no shirt underneath. 

“You saying it isn’t helping either.” I turn to face him straight on. 

“My mama taught me not to lie.” 

I hate that dumb ass smirk on his face. I'm sure he scores lower on his exams than his IQ score. 

“Man, just let it go. It ain't my fault your girl can’t keep her legs together,” I say impulsively. I knew it was a mistake as soon as I saw his fists ball up. “I’m just saying. How was I supposed to know?” 

“How about keeping your sad weiner in your pants when you don't know your place?” 

Knock knock. Connor and I play the staring game for a couple more seconds and then he opens the door. Danae walks in, freezes when she sees me, and then immediately plays the role of the clingy girlfriend on Connor’s big left arm. 

And I could tell that it was making him feel happy too, like he won some imaginary game that only he was playing. 

“Like my girl would want your tiny thing after having been with the legend,” Connor says proudly, grabbing his girlfriend’s ass. 

“Tell him the truth,” I say to Danae. She stares at me, with the same disdain that Connor has for me. Tell him you're the one that put your hand on my lap. 

“I don't know why you hit on me if you're gay,” she says coldly and Connor lets out a belting laugh. 

“Did his dick not even work?” He brushes her hair back and bites her ear. 

“Not like yours.” She rubs his chest. 

To say I felt furious is grossly understating it. These two are meant for each other with their lies and imaginary universe. 

“You sure cum a lot while getting fucked by a tiny gay dick.” I kick some of Connor’s shit on the floor out of my way. “Just leave me the fuck alone, alright?” 

“He made you cum?” Connor looks at his girlfriend and I recognize something else on their faces. An insecurity of some kind. Some trouble they have in bed. 

“No,” she says. Not convincingly. Not as convincing as her moans that night.

Connor saw right through her lie this time. He pushes her away from him, and she goes right back to try to cling onto him. 

“This scrawny motherfucker made you cum?” he pretty much shouts. “When I give you this? You know how many girls want to have this cock?” 

I have to roll my eyes again. Besides the cheerleaders, I can't even fathom what respectable woman would want to get fucked in a pigsty like this. There is a pile of socks in the corner that I'm sure is adding to the locker room smell in here. 

“No, he didn't…he…” She lets out some crocodile tears. Connor looks at me and I shrug to tell him it is what it is.

“Motherfucker,” he growls, sizing me up as an opponent. “I guess you're as good at fucking as you are at sucking dick.” He puts his tongue in his cheek to piss me off. 

Unfortunately, I really am scrawny compared to his big build. I wouldn't be able to take him on in a real fight, so I can only attack him in other ways. 

“If you stopped thinking about yourself for a second, then maybe you can learn how to use that abnormally sized thing between your legs. Or does it take the rest of the blood from your 2 brain cells?” I say, making my way out of the room. 

“Fuck no!” The doorknob slides from my grip as Connor slams it shut. “You don't come to my room and talk shit.” 

“MMM!” Danae whines as Connor slams her against the door, making it impossible for me to reach the doorknob. 

“I'll show you what gets her off,” Connor grunts, tearing down her pants with such force that I heard the stitches in the seams ripping apart. “Tell him you want it!” 

“I want it!” She opens her eyes at me, half her face covered with disheveled hair. 

“Damn right you do,” Connor drops his shorts and brandishes his hooded beast of a cock. “Look him right in the eyes.” 

“AhHHhh!” Her eyes squint in pain as he shoves himself into her. Another thrust in and her eyes roll back in pleasure. 

“You'll never stretch a woman out like I can.” 

I move my eyes from her to him, and his blue eyes glare back at me. 

“She felt loose, didn't she? Because she takes this every morning.” He pulls out his member, showing off his swollen girth and then makes a show of putting it back in. “You only made her cum because she was looking for something small to scratch an itch.”

“Ah! Ah! Ah!” She receives rough fucks from him, pushing her face into the door. 

“Your dick wouldn't even be able to reach her sweet spot if I didn't already open it up,” he sneers at me. His icy glare is like an X-ray, and I feel self conscious seeing his enormous dick penetrate the same woman I have. 

I didn't stretch her out like that. I've never stretched anyone like that. 

“You know that night,” Connor huffs as he fucks, “you didn't feel my cum inside her? She takes one of my loads every morning. She wasn't wet for you, that was my jizz, you beta.” 

No. That’s not true. 

My brain runs through the possibilities. She was wet. But that was because she liked what I was doing. Right? 

Right?

Connor laughs at me, and then holds his girlfriend’s hips to fuck roughly. 

“MMmM!” 

Clack! 

Clack! 

His bull-like face gets tighter as he amplifies his power, to a point that I'm sure it's bruising her. She hangs onto the door for her life, and takes the intense thrusts that he gives her. 

“AhHhHHH!” Connor roars.

Clack!

He pulls her hair back animalistically. 

Clack! 

Clack! 

Connor breaths heavily as he looks down at his cock. He pulls it out of her, and I see white juices line the top of his thick shaft. 

“Go ahead. Try to make her cum now. She won't even feel you.”