Just a College Pervert, Right? Ch. 04

Just a College Pervert, Right? Chapter 4

by: CapnSteelBoy

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I'm working again, so when I have time I'll write more. Some chapters will be longer than others, naturally. But the rabbit hole is deep, and everyone falls down it eventually! Cheers!

**All characters are of legal age for adult content.**

Chapter 4

Saturday night was a great time to be out partying, and having fun, and meeting girls. The typical college weekend stuff. But where was I? I was in my dorm room studying and doing homework. Being my first week at college, I wasn't trying to get too crazy already. Plus, the added fact that I blew my load four times already that day had my libido in rest mode, recharging for another day.

So with that, my brain was able to focus and think in a more responsible manner. The responsible manner being sitting alone studying. My roommate came home for a bit, but it was just to get ready to go out for the night. He was kind enough to invite me again, but I made excuses and hit the books instead. Responsible. He told me good luck, mentioned something about some smoothies in the fridge I could have, something else about good job at the gym, and he was gone.

Well, I don't turn down free shit, so before the door even shut I was making my way to the fridge and grabbing one of the pre-made smoothies in the fridge. Strawberry flavor, deep pink in color, and massive. The shake was like 32 ounces. I wasn't sure I was allowed, or supposed to, drink the whole thing. Either way I grabbed it, and started sipping on it while studying.

It was ridiculously sweet. I'm not sure if the sweetness was to cover up the terrible taste of the other ingredients, but I didn't care. It was like a giant strawberry milkshake, and I felt I was getting a reward for all my hard work at the gym so far - a deliciously sweet reward.

I must have nodded off at some point, but I awoke to the sound of Jack returning home. He was noisy, talking loudly to whomever came back with him. It got quiet all the sudden, so I peeked out my bedroom door and saw him there with just Jamie this time. No third partner. Must have been a rough night for ole Jackie, I thought. They were sucking face as Jack's big hands mauled Jamie's backside.

They made there way into Jack's room, and I went back to minding my own business in my room. Finishing up the strawberry shake, and feeling a little horny after watching Jack and Jamie, I started searching out more porn. Having watched a severe amount of sissy and shemale porn earlier in the day, my suggested video list was loaded with some interesting views. I fired them up and was watching raptly at the dominant trans women on the screen, wrapped in leather or vinyl, doing some hot bdsm shit to their bois.

I was still looking at the first video, when I started hearing Jamie's voice through the wall. She was moaning loudly, and I think I heard something about it "...being so big," that kind of stuff. I laughed at myself, as I agreed with her, staring at the long, thick, curved, cock of the gurl on the screen. The video continued, as she took the hood off some guy she must have kidnapped or something. I mean, not really kidnapped, you know, fake porn setup stuff. She would smack him, push her cock against his mouth which he refused to open, then smack him some more. Eventually the porn actor relented, and started taking the cock in his mouth.

I was watching intently. Almost as if I was studying it for some upcoming test. I was rubbing my cock through my shorts and panties, my own imagination shoving me in the role of this kidnapped fellow. I pictured myself refusing to suck a cock -- ewww gay! - but eventually giving in to the demands of my captor....my captor with her beautiful body, tanned skin, ample fake titties, bubbly ass...and big cock. My own cock wasn't getting hard, but I felt just as horny as if it was a steel shaft. I chalked that up to me having four loads drawn out of me that day.

So I kept rubbing myself, imagining myself in that compromising position, being forced to do something I never would voluntarily do. The actress would give instructions, teaching him how to be better at sucking her cock. The do's and don'ts if you will. I heard them all, I mimicked some of them in the air like a wanton whore. I can only imagine how that would have looked to an outsider. An 18 year old boy rubbing his soft cock, while watching trans domination porn, mimicking the captive's movements on her long, hard, cock.

As the actress popped off into the dude's mouth, my soft penis expelled liquid as well, as I had a very subtle and weak orgasm. It still felt good, and the dopamine release certainly was there. But my dick never got hard, and the discharge just oozed out slowly. I lowered my panties and saw another batch of clear viscous liquid just sitting there on the fabric. As would appear to be my new custom, I scooped it up and fed myself the discharge. It was sweet, with no bitterness like my cum. I lapped it up in a flurry, and washed it down with the last of my strawberry shake. My mind was clear and tired, feeling relieved.

I went to sleep for the night then, to the sounds of my roommate railing away at Jamie's body. The bed frame bumping the wall, the moans, groans, and shrieks of ecstasy.

Sunday morning came quickly enough, and I spent the morning with Jack and Jamie in the dorm. Jack had made Jamie and me another smoothie, thankfully not as large as the previous night's one. He explained what was in them, but I wasn't listening. I was staring at Jamie the whole time, as she stared at Jack. Her eyes were glazed over, and she just looked on at him like he was a greek god or something, never tearing her eyes away from him.

She was OK looking, not the prettiest of Jack's conquests...at least of the ones I've seen. Lexi was by far the prettiest, that huge titted, big assed, bimbo blonde. But I guess I understood why Jack took her to his bed, she was so enamored with him. If he struck out with all the other girls, he could obviously always count on Jamie to give it up to him in the end. I was again finding myself jealous of how Jack was with women.

Jack told me he had to study and stuff today, and I should go do the same or explore the campus on my 2nd day off from the gym. I did as he suggested, bringing my class materials with me, heading out to find the library and whatever other landmarks I would see on campus.

The library was a large brick square of a building, massive actually, with some windows to break up the brickwork. It was not a decorative building, and one would call it utilitarian in all regards. It stored the massive volumes of knowledge within it, and the size denoted the amounts inside would be astronomical.

Among the rows upon rows of books, you would find little cubbies with a study desk in them. Some were large enough for two chairs to be at them, but most were like little cubicle desks. With damn near silence, it would make a great study location. The only noise was that of footsteps of other people, or the air handling equipment. Eerily silent is how I would describe it, but that was perfect for studying.

I broke out my stuff and continued studying the materials from my first week of classes. Most of it was simply reading assignments, so I spent hours reading and taking notes. I was in a groove, and didn't snap out of it until my stomach growled in anger, and I felt the unmistakable gas pain of an impending need to rush to the bathroom.

I left my things at the desk, as I sprinted to the nearest restroom, praying and hoping I would make it in time. I clenched my ass cheeks together, doing a turtle quick trot through the stacks. If anyone saw me, they would have known exactly what was going on. But being the first weekend of the semester, the place was essentially vacant.

Finding the restroom wasn't difficult, thankfully, and I settled into the last stall in the row to take care of business, which I will not describe as this is not that kind of story. The embarrassing noises and whatnot aside -- yes, I laughed out loud hearing them - I was thankful the place was empty, and I had set myself up in the basement level of the library for maximum solitude. As I was pulling toilet paper off the roll to clean up, I finally noticed the hole in the stall border wall that eluded me before when I was focused on my business.

It was a round opening, that was clearly for sucking cock like the one at the gym. Another gloryhole. This campus was getting more interesting by the day! I was clearly on the suck-er side, as there was inspirational writing on the stall wall. Someone had wrote things like, Good bois suck cock here! And Don't forget to clean it all up, fag! Lastly, the information someone would need was written in clear block lettering, Work cocks on the weekdays and earn some cash from 9 to 11pm.

So, I guess there you have it, you could earn some scratch sucking some dick in this stall on the weekdays. I made a mental note of the times...not to suck cock, obviously, but to be on the other side paying to get my cock sucked. Not sure I would need it, though, as I had the ability to get my dick sucked at the gym for no fee.

The rest of the day was pretty typical. I went home, hung out with Jack watching TV, drank another of his strawberry shakes instead of eating a meal, jerked off in my room to some more trans porn, this time it was mostly captioned pictures and hypno stuff. I was really enjoying the hypno stuff. Not that I believed some pervert's created videos that could actually hypnotize anyone, but just watching and enjoying the shear volume and speed of the imagery of girls with dicks was tantalizing.

I shot my load into my hand and ate it, as was my custom now. More and more the taste was growing on me, it wasn't offensive in the least, and maybe a small part of me was starting to enjoy it. I denied all that in my head, of course, because I wasn't gay or anything. Trans girls were girls, not guys, so it wasn't gay to picture sucking them off and drinking their cum.

So that was how it went for me for about 8 weeks, classes, the gym, food here and there, fruity shakes for the rest of the meals. I managed to lose some fat pretty quickly in the first few months of college. Jack was supportive of the workout routines, making me exercise lists to do on certain days, confident I wouldn't fuck them up after teaching me the correct forms. He would take me into the gloryhole room once or twice a week too, so that was a huge bonus. Of course, it was embarrassing that I only lasted moments when he would be in there for a while each time, but whatever, I was getting off.

I didn't see Lana that much once classes got in full swing. She would be at the gym sometimes, and we would chat and catch up, but for whatever reason, they weren't inviting me out to parties anymore. Jack and Lana would both tell me they were either not going out that weekend, or that there wasn't a party and they were just hitting up the bars.

If you can't tell, I started missing Lana. She had done things to me that one time that opened all kinds of doors for me, sexually, perversely. Oddly, I had put that little box she gave me under my bed the morning after, and forgotten all about it. She mentioned it at the gym one day, and I felt foolish for forgetting it. Lana was cool, just laughing it off, telling me I was pretty drunk and stuff.

So, after those two months of getting settled into my new routines, I found myself on a Tuesday night in my room, pulling out the box that Lana gifted me so many weeks ago. The remembrance of her fingering my asshole and sucking my cock, of that deep pleasure button inside me, of the sheer volume of cum that came out of me...how the fuck did I forget about that box?!?! I was upset at myself for not remembering Lana's gift. I was embarrassed to have forgotten.

So with nervous hands, and a frustrated mind, I cut through the tape and opened the box. I guess I should have known what would be inside, but my outward appearance was still one of surprise. Staring back at me from within was a jumble of products, and I started removing them and lining them up on my desk to take stock.

First out of the box was a chrome spade looking thing with a pink jewel on the end. I knew it to be a butt plug, from all the sissy videos I've been watching. The next was a thin, bumpy, vibrator about 6" long. Nothing crazy, had that knob on the bottom to adjust speed. It had the thickness of my thumb, but was obviously longer than that. Next up were some silicone rings, and the package let me know they were cock rings, to keep hard and extend performance. Again I dug into the box and pulled out some razors, shaving gel, and skin cream. I pulled out a small silk pouch, like a certain whiskey brand came in. Inside the pouch was a large blue bulb and a thin and long tube with holes in the end. I had to read the paperwork that came with it to know this one was an enema kit. Finally, the last item in the box was a tub of lube. Obvious need and use there.

And that was it. Well, I can't lie and say I didn't know what they were for, as clearly Lana wanted to give me a way to explore my backdoor further without her assistance. I was down for that, my perverted brain shouted to no one. I sat at my desk and went online to look up some of the items to get more familiar with them, especially the enema kit. That one was all new to me, so I did need to read up on how to use it and stuff. Interesting. Seems useful to be clean back there before exploring around. That just seemed like good practice. I was all in, I mean, why not?

So in a personal best time I was naked, staring at the items in front of me, first grabbing a razor and the shave gel. Second I grabbed a small pitcher to fill with water for the enema kit. Didn't want people seeing me with that in the bathroom. I grabbed my towel and flip flops, and rushed to the bathroom, hiding the items in my shower caddy.

First things first, maintenance! So following the instructions I read online, I filled my pitcher up with some luke warm water from the sink and took it into the stall with me. Again, no need for details on this process, its too embarrassing for me to relay them to you, dear reader. My face was flushed red upon leaving the stalls. I had tried not to make too many embarrassing noises in the stall, and assuredly at least one person had come and gone in the bathroom and heard something. But regardless, I rushed next to the shower stalls, and grabbed the furthest one from the door.

Turning the water on, I went with the just under "burn your skin off" temperature setting. I felt ultra hot water washed ones body better, and the idea of shaving myself felt like I needed the help of the hot water to wash away the hairs. I cleaned my whole body first, then stepped away from the water spray to lather up my groin and ass. I slowly, ever so slowly, and assuredly, gripped the razor and started shaving. It wasn't the hardest task in the world, as my body didn't have a lot of hair to begin with, but obviously taking your time around your pecker and your asshole was important.

Doing the best impersonation of a contortionist that my body allowed, I bent, twisted, and maneuvered around, shaving away my hair. I didn't shave my legs or anything, or above my waist, just my groin, the tops of my legs, my ass cheeks, and my ass crack. For good measure, I went over everything twice.

I was so excited to see myself in the mirror, but I had to keep my excitement pushed down, in case I ran into anyone. Frankly, that was just a dream, because I couldn't contain my excitement. I left the shower stall with the towel around my waist, shower caddy in hand, when I almost walked straight into Alex. "Hey! Oh sorry Alex...heya...how are you?" I blurted out quickly. My face going red, thinking that if he only knew how I was just cleaning out my asshole and then shaving myself free of any hairs.

Alex stuttered out, "Oh hey man, Mikie, yeah, sorry. Good to see you...I mean...forget that, we're in the showers...bad word choice. I uhm..uh...I was gonna ask you about parties, but let's not do that here...later, yeah?" I was turning even more red as his eyes would go from mine, down my body, focus on my chest and groin, then back to my eyes again. I felt like he was checking me out for some reason. It felt...kinda nice. But weird. Definitely weird. But nice to be noticed I guess? I don't know. I was confused.

I couldn't get away fast enough, being filled with that much shame and embarrassment over my own deeds and thoughts in the moment. I simply responded with a quick, "sure," and continued my way back out down to my dorm. Getting back to my room as quickly as my feet would take me, I threw down my shower caddy and tore away the towel, stepping in front of my mirror to admire my handiwork.

There in front of me was my normal self staring back, slimmed down some from the working out, pale skin from lack of sunlight, and a complete and utter lack of hair around my penis. I looked smooth and cute. Spinning around, my hands were on my ass cheeks, pulling them apart to expose my shaved ass crack and entrance. I couldn't see it very well this way, trying to crane my neck around to see. I didn't have a second mirror, and I needed my hands to pull my cheeks apart, so that wouldn't work.

My breathing was getting a bit ragged as I racked my brain for a way to see my backdoor, to make sure it was smooth and hairless. I almost yelped out loud at how silly of me to not think of it immediately, but I simply turned my backside to the mirror, and bent forward away from it.

It was difficult, but I was able to bend over far enough to see back, upside down now, through my legs, and check out my handiwork with the razor. There in the reflection, as bending over naturally pulled my cheeks apart, was my hairless ass crack and pink starfish. I was happy to see, not sure why but happy none the less, that the coloring of my crack and asshole were not too much darker than the skin of the encompassing ass flesh around it. My penis started getting hard as I checked myself out, running my finger across my anus, in this awkward bent over pose. A few months ago this wouldn't be possible, but the stretching and yoga I was doing fairly regularly at the gym was really showing in my current position.

My mind was racing through the perversion of the ass play I was about to do, I quickly stood back up, and took a hurried quick two steps over to the desk drawer that contained the gifts from Lana. I grabbed the plug, the vibrator, and the lube, firing up some of my more recently watched porn. While the hypno videos I'd been watching and the ladyboy porn was working on making me hard, it wasn't driving me to a point of wanting to use the toys.

I adjusted my search parameters, typing in some new things that seemed to be in the videos I'd been watching sparingly. I searched for things like, "how to satisfy yourself", and I found nothing there. I added the word "sissy" and "femboy" in those searches, and things started appearing to help me through this mess of a mind I had. I watched as these slight figured were sucking dildos, pushing and pulling their plugs in and out, replacing the butt plug with the dildo, all kinds of kinky ass play. I noted that most made an attempt to not touch their cocks very much. They just waved in the wind, some hard and proud, some soft and floppy...most all of them small and insignificant.