Chapter 1

The first thing Edwin Clark thought of his roommate Corey when they met was that he kinda looked like a stoner. Baggy clothes, worn out skater sneakers, slight shadows under his eyes and his low voice always sounded a little raspy and drowsy, like he had just woken up. They couldn’t have paired up two kids that were more different from one another. One was a neat freak, the other was a total slob. One was from the big apple, the other was from a provincial town in Colorado. One was a geeky nerd the other was ... well, pretty much a stoner.

The biggest difference between the two though, had to be their sexual orientation. While Corey was as straight as an arrow, Ed was known to be one the biggest fags on the planet. That’s not to say he was gay. He had been trained way too well all through high school to think of himself as ‘just gay’. No, he was a filthy fag bitch. That’s what he was. And that had actually been his nickname for the previous four years: ‘Filthy Fag Bitch’ or Fag Ed, in short. The jocks, the bullies and all the popular kids had seen to it that nearly everyone at the Browning School for boys (NYC), would call him that and would treat him accordingly. So much so that he had soon convinced himself that he definitely was a filthy fag bitch. It was a simple enough notion, really, one that had been thoroughly explained to him with words and actions and he had always been exceedingly good at learning. It hadn’t been easy of course, not at the beginning anyways. He had been outed right away, freshman year, not even two months in. He had been obsessed with the body of one of the jocks in his grade, this overly aggressive kid named Chris and one day after PE he had been caught gawking openly at his dick in the showers. Of course he had been roughed up then made to kneel down in the locker room in front of all his other classmates and, while they were pulling his hair and twisting his arm, he had ‘willingly’ told everyone that he was a fag. Needless to say it had been quite a trauma for young Ed. News travels incredibly fast at school and he had gone from being an almost invisible geeky kid to being the infamous ‘pervy school fag’ practically overnight. He had cried rivers of tears hiding in his room and trying to keep the incident from his parents. For a while that is. Then he had realized that thinking about that whole messed up story, in some very sick and twisted way, was not as unpleasant as it should have been. It was more than that. He found himself thinking of Chris’s body and how he had pushed and slapped him around, calling him a fag and a queer and a cocksucker. For no sensible reason whatsoever, that would give him a woody. He hadn’t known what to make of it of course. He was confused and scared as any fourteen-year-old would be in the same situation. But after days of soul searching he had decided to stop crying, risk everything and simply ask for what he really wanted. So the morning after he had discretely found Chris at school and asked him, begged him actually, to let him suck him off. It hadn’t been a very clever thing to do, especially from someone as smart as he was and this time he took a full on beating which proved to be way more painful and way more difficult to explain to his parents and the teachers. And what’s more now everybody at school knew he was shamelessly begging classmates to put their dick in his mouth.

But salvation had come shortly afterwards when Mark, one of the geeks he knew from the chemistry club, being fully aware of all the stories that were circulating at school and not really bothering to even ask if they were true or not, had quite bluntly told him:

“If you really want to suck dick that bad I guess I have no problem in letting you suck mine!” and then had added a little embarrassed and preoccupied “ ... I mean that doesn’t make me a fag or anything if you do it, right?”

Ed had steadfastly reassured him right away that it absolutely didn’t, jumping at that unexpected opportunity. And right there and then, in Mark’s room, on that Thursday afternoon of mid-November, Ed had gotten down on his knees and sucked his first cock. There was no way he could ever forget that moment. Every sensation, the smell, the gagging, the taste, the moaning, the pure pleasure he had felt when his buddy had cummed right in his mouth with an expression of ecstasy painted on his face. The wonder and disbelief in that kid’s eyes when, following his instincts, Ed had voraciously swallowed every single drop of his semen with lewd lust. Of course that had soon become an almost daily routine which was making both of them very happy.

But of course, boys will be boys and what good is to have something that awesome going on if you can’t tell your friends about it? So, seeing Ed’s somewhat submissive nature and his eagerness to please, within little more than a week, Mark’s dick wasn’t the only one young Ed was expected to service. That had made him even happier. Not all of the guys were cute, most of them were nerdy geeks like himself but he was more than ready to open his mouth for anyone, as long as they had a dick and they were willing to let him gobble down every single load of their jizz. Luckily enough none of the boys seemed to have even the slightest problem with that and Ed simply couldn’t believe his luck. He never got tired of it, he kept feeding on their gooey orgasms and simply couldn’t get enough. It was a very nice group of boys, ten or twelve. They were all awkward freshmen but they were kind enough not to call him names and simply let him ‘do his thing’. That went on for a while. Not surprisingly that meant that kids who could have potentially become, in time, very good friends with Ed, now saw him in a different light. And not necessarily because he was gay. It was because the boy would never, ever shut up about how great their dicks tasted and how awesome their balls smelled and how happy he was that they were letting him swallow their ‘delicious’ cum. Being serviced by him was fun and there’s no way they wanted that to stop happening but it’s not like they wanted to talk about it, really. Sure, it was ok to hear him say those things the first few times, even fun.

But it got old very soon. Besides it was actually kinda gross for them since they were absolutely not ... like him. So, little by little, they started ‘forgetting’ invitations to movie sessions or game nights. They figured they were spending enough quality time with him in the school toilets and easily convinced themselves that since sucking on their dicks seemed to be a priority for him he wasn’t gonna mind anyways. And they were partly correct. Ed was too busy with all those new sensations to realize entirely what was happening. He might have put a stop to it had he understood where his actions were leading him but then one day that perfect little agreement he had with the geeks had to be renegotiated. One of the jocks caught whiff of what was happening and the news spread like wildfire which meant that Ed’s ‘working hours’ multiplied and the kid had pretty much no time left for anything else. He was sucking more cock that he could have ever dreamed of and now he also got to suck jocks off. True, they were somehow different from the nerds. They were definitely meaner. They would call him loads of names and would make fun of him before, during and after their blowjobs. And he became so popular that pretty much everyone knew what he was doing, meaning the cool guys were smirking at him in the halls and the good guys pretty much ignored him. But that wasn’t really the worst part. Some of the meanest boys seemed to enjoy humiliating him and bullying him. And they would use any chance they’d get. Of course the fact that he would continuously and so openly thank them for their cum and tell them how much he loved it made it so that they would make him jump through hoops to get it. And they would throw anything they could think of at him just for their pure, sadistic entertainment. And slowly but inexorably they had ... well, some would say opened his eyes on what he really was, others would probably go with brainwashed him.

At any rate, to cut a long story short he had more or less willingly become ‘Fag Ed’ before the end of his freshman year and by graduation day he had happily sucked off well over half of the student body countless times, including that Chris kid that had outed him. He was really proud of that. Yes, he was the laughing stock of the whole goddamn school and no one had any real respect for him but it didn’t matter. Not only had he had the time of his life sucking all those fat, tasty cocks but he had serviced and given so much pleasure to so many boys. Straight boys to be exact, by far his favourites. Sure, most of them didn’t have a clue what his actual name was. They obviously didn’t care enough to ask and ‘fag’, ‘bitch’ or ‘queer’ seemed to work perfectly well since he would gladly answer to each. But his regulars knew he was ‘Fag Ed’ and that was nice. Besides what really mattered to him was to see that blissful expression on their faces every time he brought them to climax. That was his reward for a job well done. Well, that and their precious cum of course. So, all in all, his hadn’t been a sad high school experience at all and quite frankly he wouldn’t have changed a thing. He had probably become the best cocksucker in friggin Manhattan and although his peculiar extracurricular activities had given him a less than enviable reputation and he didn’t have any real friends, he was hands down one of the best students in his grade. He had been accepted by five or six ivy league universities with a full scholarship and had finally picked Stanford in sunny California.

Corey Hansson’s story, on the other hand, was a very different and much, much less out of the ordinary one. He was born and raised in Greeley, Colorado. His grandparents were Swedish immigrants who had founded what now was a pretty successful network of laundromats throughout the country. His dad was the now CEO of the company and had high hopes for his first born. Corey didn’t really share his father’s vision though. He had listlessly graduated high school not being particularly good at anything. He wasn’t dumb by any means, but neither was he a genius. He didn’t suck at sports but he was no athlete. He was tall enough but a little too thin, not skinny but not particularly ripped either. He was good looking but all his piercings and his slovenliness didn’t really make him stand out in a good way. Quite the opposite actually, he didn’t look (or smell) like the kinda guy who showers too often. He didn’t really care about that though. He didn’t care what people thought of him. Nor did he particularly care about what was expected of him. He was way too lazy for that. In fact, lazy was probably the adjective that better described him. The only reason he had gotten into Stanford was because it was his father’s Alma Mater and apparently dear old daddy was best buds with the dean of admissions. Again, that didn’t really phase him. Help or no help he had gotten in. He was finally in college. Miles and miles away from home and no supervision whatsoever which meant one thing and one thing only: it was party time.

So these two eighteen-year-old boys had been casually selected to share a room, at least for their freshman year, in one of the best schools in the country. Oddly enough, despite being so different, they had gotten along pretty well right from the start. Ed had been the first one to arrive with his parents and big sister to help him out and had unpacked in the tidiest way possible right after checking that the closets, the drawers, even the floors of the room were clean enough. Then he had spent a few days wondering what his roommate was gonna be like. He knew what his name was but that was pretty much it. He had hoped he would be one of the jocks. Cocky, arrogant, off the charts hot. He had a whole plan figured out. He was gonna tell him what he was and then he was gonna offer him his services as a cocksucker. The way he saw it, it was a win win. He sure as hell hoped this guy wasn’t gonna turn out to be gay, he wouldn’t have liked that. He had tried sucking gay cocks and somehow it wasn’t the same thing.

Then Corey had walked in and had said “hi” with his sleepy baritone, rolling his eyes at his mother who was trying hard not to cry while his bratty teenage little brother had quickly hugged him and said:

“See ya at Thanksgiving, big bro! C’mon mom, don’t make a scene, let’s go!”

Ed had lasted about five or six minutes, watching this lean, blonde guy having a hopeless go at unpacking before deciding it was high time to step in and help him out.

“Is it really that obvious that I’ve no idea what I’m doing?” Corey had told him with a guilty smile which had put a reassuring one on Ed’s face. He wasn’t what he had hoped for, quite frankly but even if Ed couldn’t place it there was something about this kid that peaked his interest.

Corey, on the other hand, had watched in awe as this perky bespectacled geek had pretty much unpacked for him and had done a hell of a job in no time.

“Wow! Dude! Consider me very impressed!” he had told him “School hasn’t even started yet and I already owe you one!” the geeky kid had smiled at him, like he was a little surprised by his words and had replied:

“Nah, don’t be silly! I’m a faggot after all, I love doing that stuff and it was a pleasure helping you!”

Now that had been a little awkward. Corey had frowned for a second, then smiled back and shrugged:

“Oh! That’s cool, bro!”

Ed realized that he had been blunt but he wanted to get it out of the way. He wanted to get a feel of how the other boy was gonna react to that. So far he hadn’t beaten the shit out of him and didn’t really strike him as the kind of guy who would have which was a very nice start. He decided not to freak the poor kid out and didn’t elaborate.

“So, are you too tired for a tour of the campus? I did it twice already with one of the tour guides and I pretty much memorized it. I’ll be glad to show you around if you’re up for it!” he had said as chipper as ever.

Corey had looked pleasantly surprised and had said:

“Wow, thanks dude! I was actually kinda worried about that! I have no idea where ANYTHING is!”

“Cool! You wanna go now then?” Ed had replied.

“Sure!”

In the first few days before the beginning of the lessons the boys hung out fairly often. Corey only had one buddy from back home at Stanford and Ed wasn’t really sure if any of his old classmates were going there. Not that they would have wanted to spend some time with him outside the boys’ toilets. So they got to know each other better and Ed decided that it didn’t really matter if Corey was not a cocky jock. The guy was a bit immature but he was so laid back and easy going it was actually really nice spending time with him. Besides he was hot in his own way. His blond hair was cut really short and his eyes were bright blue. His features were gentle and unmistakably handsome. Of course those piercings were not all entirely in good taste but all in all Ed did not dislike them. One thing that he had certainly not failed to notice was that his new pal was a serious sagger. His ass was in full view for anyone to see anytime the guy was simply walking around which was a very, very nice thing to behold. So, without a doubt, Fag Ed was going forward with his master plan. He promised himself that sooner rather than later he was gonna get in his pants and suck his cock. He didn’t wanna push it though. He had lots of time. He figured the very first thing he needed to do was to remind his new roomie that he, Corey, was the only real man in that room and as such he needed to be given the respect he deserved. It was one of the first things he had had to learn at the beginning of his ‘fag training’ but he had now mastered to perfection. He was gonna be subtle about it, he didn’t wanna screw it up. So the night before class started, right after sharing a good laugh for a funny joke Corey had made, Ed had nonchalantly said:

“Hey Corey, I wanted to thank you.”

Corey was taking off his pants and throwing them on the floor like he usually did. He looked back at Ed who was already wearing dorky looking pijamas.

“What for, man?”

“Well, you know ... for not wanting to switch rooms...” Corey frowned, confused and Ed added “ ... since I’m a fag and all...”

“What?” Corey had asked, genuinely surprised “Dude, what are you talking about? You’re cool! I don’t care about that!” Ed shrugged.

“Well, I’m sure it’s not what you wanted but I’ll work hard to be the very best roommate ever, I promise.”

Corey frowned again. Was he for real? Then he smiled at him.

“Dude, you’re messing with me, right?”

“No, what I mean is I’m really sorry you got stuck with a faggot roommate but I’ll try to make it up to you!” he finished explaining matter-of-factly and Corey just laughed.

“Hahaha! Dude, just shut the fuck up and go to sleep!” he was now sure the other kid was joking and threw him his balled-up t-shirt to mess around. They both started to chuckle and he jumped onto his bed.

That Ed kid was alright. He was a joker even though he was a total nerd, what with the glasses and apparently every single piece of clothing he owned. What was that ‘fag’ thing about though? The guy threw that word around so easily. Wasn’t that like a taboo word? Something you never say in the presence of a gay guy because it’s offensive and not politically correct and all? Of course straight guys use it shitloads of times when they’re hanging out and Corey and his buddies were definitely no exception but that was different. Besides it didn’t really mean anything, he had never been homophobic or anything, he couldn’t care less if Ed was gay or straight. Sure, when he was in junior high he had made fun of the wimpiest kids from time to time calling them a fag, after all who hadn’t? But that had been a long time ago and he knew better now. What was a bit unusual though was that this guy was calling himself a fag with no problem at all. The first few times Corey thought he was kidding around but he never seemed to use the politically correct word. Like he didn’t want to. It might have been one of those things only they can say but if a straight guy uses it it becomes offensive, Corey thought. Like the awful N-word for black people. That would have made sense. He didn’t particularly look like one, by the way. A faggot. Corey had obviously seen them around and you could usually tell. What with the way they talked and moved and sometimes the super fashionable clothes they wore. This one wasn’t like that. He wasn’t particularly butch or anything but he looked like a regular nerd. Short, thin, brown hair, baby face, and those above mentioned glasses. A goody-two-shoes kinda guy. Except goody-two-shoes don’t usually call themselves a faggot, do they? Of course the ‘I’m so sorry I’m a faggot but I’ll try to be the best roommate ever’ thing had been a joke. He was pretty sure Ed had gotten the worst part of the deal with him being such a huge slob. He made a mental note to at the very minimum pick up his clothes from the floor the morning after. But at least, Corey thought, Ed got to see him in his underwear a lot since they were sharing a room and he figured that couldn’t have sucked for him.

Ed had enjoyed the show immensely. It was his favourite time of the day, when Corey got ready to go to bed and took his clothes off. His skin was so light and he had apparently no visible hair on his body. Even on his arms and legs the few hairs he had were light blond. The Swedish blood clearly ran quite thick in his veins. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on him. He definitely didn’t have big guns or broad shoulders but his pecs had a little bit of definition. He was lean, his hips were quite narrow and his stomach was as flat as a board. And his crotch was huge. Fag Ed hadn’t missed that. There was no question about it, Colorado boy was definitely packing a rifle between his legs and the gay boy was even more intrigued by him. Tonight he had even tossed him his t-shirt thinking his pretty little speech had been a joke and now that the lights were off, he was smelling it avidly. It smelled musky which came to no real surprise to Ed. The kid had worn that same shirt for like three days in a row and he was apparently not familiar with the whole deodorant concept but Ed kept pressing it to his nose and breathing in his pungent boy smell. Of course there was something else he wanted to smell real bad but he needed a little more time for that.

The lessons finally started in mid-September. Ed and Corey had different schedules but there was one Economics class they both attended. The situation hadn’t really changed much. Ed had met Corey’s buddy, Josh, a couple of times and he had seemed like a nice enough guy. Apart from that, Ed had relentlessly kept sending Corey hints of the importance and the gloriousness of his masculinity in contrast with the conspicuous lack of his own, using the word fag as often as he could, still trying not to sound too weird though. One of the easiest ways he had to do that was offering to do stupid (even slightly menial) little tasks like grabbing things for him that were on the other side of the room. Corey’s impressive laziness had come in very handy in the process. He didn’t object with any real conviction everytime Ed would jump on his feet and bring him his phone, or a soda from the fridge or even a bag of chips from the vending machines downstairs.

The straight boy would just smile ever so gratefully at him and go:

“Dude, you’re the best!” with his distinctive raspy, guttural, drowsy voice.

Corey had been surprised not to hear Ed bitch about the mess. Everything that guy owned was exactly where it was supposed to be. He was so tidy it was almost painful to watch. And yet he hadn’t said a thing about the clothes, the shoes, the soda cans, the food wrappers that covered his side of the room. Corey kept apologizing about it and promising he would clean up the mess but it never really seemed the right time. There was always something way more pressing that needed his undivided attention. Like a good, fat, freshly rolled joint for example. And the fact that his roommate was so cool about it, kinda kept his motivation to get off his ass and tidy up extremely low. So he kept putting it off, hoping Ed would keep being so understanding.

One afternoon he was watching some funny videos on YouTube, lying on his bed after skipping class when Ed came back and smiled at him.

“Hey bro! How was class?” asked Corey keeping his eyes on the screen.

“Interesting. How bout yours?” Ed answered.

“No idea, man! Hehehe!”

“You skipped again?” Ed enquired.

“Yeah, it was nothing important anyways.” Corey played it down.

“So you’ve been in here all day?”

“Had lunch with my buddy Josh!” Corey answered a little defensively.

“Cool!” Ed smiled at him again. The guy was really awesome indeed. Corey had half expected to get scolded for cutting class but none of that. He could keep enjoying those awesome vids without being lectured on the importance of actually going to class.

After putting his stuff away, Ed opened his closet and grabbed a gym bag where he kept his dirty clothes then turned to Corey and said:

“I’m gonna go do my laundry. Do you have anything you need to wash?”

Corey looked up and guiltily looked around.

“Pretty much everything that’s on the floor...”

Ed simply smiled at him yet again and said:

“Sure! No problem!” got on his knees, started to pick up his roommate’s dirty clothes and put them in his gym bag.

“Hey, dude, I was totally kidding! I’ll do it!” Corey said getting up from the bed.

“No, don’t worry! Just keep chilling!” replied Ed and Corey half laughed and kneeled down to help him out.

“Haha! Yeah right!” he said reading his roommate’s answer as a sarcastic one. But Ed touched his arm and, looking straight into his eyes, insisted.

“Dude, you seriously need to start enjoying the few perks of having a faggot as a roommate...” he said “ ... and not having to do your own laundry every once in a while, is definitely one of them!”

“Hahaha! Oh man, this again?” Corey laughed, not entirely sure what to answer, never mind how to act.

“Come on! Just go watch your videos and let me do it! I don’t mind, really!” he told him ever so earnestly.

“Are you being serious?” asked Corey, still a bit confused.

“Totally, man! Don’t worry! I actually like it!” said Ed and Corey frowned.

“You like doing laundry?” he asked.

“Well, yeah, it’s relaxing!” Ed said a little defensively.

“Hahaha! Dude, you’re weird! Haha!” Corey laughed.

Ed laughed too after that comment and shrugged.

“Hehe! Not really, man! I’m just a useful faggot, is all!”

There was that word again. Corey kinda felt a little uncomfortable every time Ed used it mostly because he had never met anyone who would use it so freely. Especially not a gay guy. But it wasn’t just the word. It was the fact that every time he said it was to make it sound like it was a bad thing which didn’t really make any sense to Corey. He laughed a bit awkwardly.

“Hehe! Ok ... well ... uhm ... thanks then!” he said looking at Ed pick up a pair of really nasty looking socks.

“No problem, man! It’s a pleasure!” Ed answered chipper as ever. Corey got on his bed again and resume watching the video while Ed was still kneeling on the floor.

‘Does he have the hots for me? Is that it?’ Corey speculated ‘Oh, man, I hope not! That would make things super awkward!’ Somehow he needed to talk to him about it. Not now of course, he wouldn’t have known what to say. But soon. He was not looking forward to doing that. Confrontations were such a drag! He tried to wreck his brain for a full ten or fifteen seconds to find a way he could possibly bring it up in a conversation but that video was just way too funny to concentrate on anything else and when he reached the end of it and looked up Ed had collected all his dirty clothes from the floor and was about to leave. Corey felt like he needed to make some kinda joke. That was always his go to whenever there was a situation to smooth over. So he said:

“Enjoy the laundry, dude.”

Ed turned to him and smiled gratefully which confused Corey a little.

“I will Corey, thank you!” he replied and left, leaving the straight boy slightly baffled.

Ed was doing everything he could to show Corey how much of a fag bitch he really was but the boy seemed a little different from most of the kids he had hung out with in high school. And that’s because he was in fact a nice guy. Not that he hadn’t met any nice guys before. He had and knew that they needed a little more time and persuasion to see the potential they had in front of them, which was totally ok.

One Friday afternoon they were chilling on their beds and Corey insisted they’d share a joint. He said it was a way of thanking him for doing his laundry a few days before. Ed wasn’t entirely sure about it. He had taken a couple of puffs before, one night while camping in the mountains over the summer but he hadn’t really understood what the fuss was about. But of course he had accepted Corey’s offer, it would have been rude to turn it down and it would have sent the wrong message to the guy he was trying so hard to impress.

They had been smoking for a few minutes, talking, laughing, coughing (that was Ed) and they were starting to feel the buzz.

“You do this a lot, don’t you?” Ed asked him as a strange sense of awesome calm pervaded him. Corey laughed a bit taking the joint back from his hand.

“Yeah, man! I love this shit!” he replied then added “My nickname in high school was HanStoned! Hahaha!” they both started laughing. “Get it? Cause my last name is Hansson! Hahaha!” Everything sounded so much funnier now, even that dumb word pun.

“Hahaha! Yeah well, mine was Fag Ed! Hahaha!” he hadn’t planned on saying that. Not that he regretted it. Corey laughed.

“Hahaha! Oh man, that’s harsh!” he said.

Ed shrugged.

“Not really. I’ve always had this huge craving for cock since I hit puberty, you see...” he started explaining “ ... but I didn’t really understand it till a kid from my biology class let me suck him off...” it was so easy to tell him that “ ... and then I was hooked, man!”

“Wow, dude! So he was your first boyfriend?”

Ed frowned.

“Boyfriend?” he said “ No, no! It was nothing like that! He was totally straight. There was nothing ... romantic going on between us. I would simply service him whenever he needed to empty his balls.”

“Shit bro, that’s just fucking wrong!” Corey said passing the joint to Ed.

Ed took it, took a puff. Coughed a little while blowing out the smoke and passed it back to Corey.

“Not really. I was ok with it.” Ed finally replied to his comment “ Well, more than ok, actually. All I wanted to do was to have his cock in my mouth, I couldn’t think of anything else.”

“Are you serious?” Corey asked him, now with a look of almost disbelief on his face.

Ed laughed a bit.

“Hehehe! Come on, man! Don’t gimme that look! When you were fourteen if a hot chick who was not that into you had let you suck on her tits you’re telling me you would have said no?” Ed asked with a raised eyebrow.