1. A Submissive little boy


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: BDSM, First Time, Gay Male, Author: alexkoko, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    roomies name, was pretty proud of his dad and was likely to follow in his footsteps. I had asked him one time later that if he was going to be a criminal anyways, why bother with college and he just kind of shrugged. I can't tell you much more about him because he was never really around anyways. There would be no Greg for a few days at a time and then one night he would just pop in. So I pretty much had the place to myself, which suited me fine. The problem was my neighbors simply wouldn't leave me alone. They were always trying to get me out to parties that were going on around town and I rebuffed them over and over. One night near the end of the first semester, I caved and went with them. I simply have no backbone. The guys next door were pledging a fraternity. I had seen the flyers for rush the first week or so that I was on campus, but true to my nature I was too uncomfortable about going up to see what it was all about. My only real knowledge of fraternities was from watching a****l House and the truth really wasn't a whole lot different. Before that night I had drank a little here or there, but nothing like I learned to at this place. There was a line out front just to go into it. We had to pay a couple bucks to get into and then off to the beer line. Girls were everywhere bouncing around and making all kind of noise. Just past the bar was the rather small area that was the dance floor, packed with d***ken sweaty, free spirits looking for love or just a little ...
    action. It was my first sip of beer in a long time and it tasted so good to me that I downed it quickly and headed back for a second and then a third. There was a little corner that I had camped out in that was relatively quiet. A peace had come over me with my buzz and I found myself watching people as I never had before. Where I would ordinarily be nervous and upset I was calm. This doesn't mean that I actually went out and socialized anymore right away, but I felt more comfortable than I could remember in a long time. After the third things got kind of hazy for me and I slipped into the fuzzy world of the blackout d***k. My tolerance was so low that it had only taken me those few to lose control. There was definitely a conversation with some girl and her friend and some time out on the dance floor even, but most of it was a blur. -- I slipped out of sl**p, my head aching dully. I still felt sort of d***k and couldn't tell what time it was just that it was dark. The thought that I should look around me to catch my bearings occurred to me, but actually moving wasn't on the plate just yet. I lay there with my eyes shut, resting. The cushions seemed to swallow me up and smelled somewhat of stale beer, although that could have been me as well. There was just a general dullness about me. To be so lazy was so good and I contemplated dozing back off to sl**p. Visions of the night before flashed from time to time in my head, but there was no rhyme or reason to them. It was more like ...