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It was great to be taking in the scenery of the Cascades. It was just what I needed. A week to get away and figure out what was going on in my life. I should have the world by the balls. I was a twenty-five years old computer geek making six figures. I had an ultra hot girlfriend that was always wanting to jump my bones.

And that was the problem. I could get it up and fuck her for hours, but I couldn't cum unless I imagined it was a well endowed stud sawing his huge uncut gnarled cock in and out of her pussy. Somehow I just couldn't get off thinking about my little cock doing the job. Not that I'm tiny, at five and a half inches I'm just slightly on the small side of normal. But Gina could tell that I was no longer thinking about her when I was getting off. I tried to explain to her that I needed to concentrate to get my nut, but things were getting worse between us.

I wasn't sure why I needed to think this. Maybe because all through high school and college I'd been a nerd. All the jocks always bragged about how much pussy they were always getting. Because I was a genius, I'd been put in the "Jock" dorm, even though I was about as nonathletic as a person could possibly be. I was there to tutor the high level jocks, which had it's perks.

In high school I'd always been picked on, even beaten up by several bullies. But at the University it was a completely different story. No one picked on me there. The jocks made sure of that. It was well known that if you picked on the nerd, the jocks would beat you senseless. Of course the jocks made nerd jokes about me, but they were made as friendly jests, not maliciously.

As a freshman they gave me the starting Quarterback for a roommate. He was a redshirt sophomore so even though he'd been there 2 years he still had three years of eligibility left. There couldn't be two more different people on campus. Ben was six feet five inches tall and was a cut two hundred and fifty pounds of twisted steel and sex appeal. I was five feet five inches tall and weighed all of a hundred and ten pounds. Whereas Ben excelled at every sport, I wasn't even good at tiddly winks. And on the first day as roommates the biggest difference became painfully obvious. He was hung like a fucking stallion.

He had nine gnarly uncut inches of manhood between his legs which he was rightly proud of. It was incredibly thick with veins protruding all over it. His foreskin was so long and loose that even when the monster was fully erect only the slightest bit of it peeked out of the hood. In fact he was so proud of it that he rarely wore clothes around the room. And he exuded sex appeal.

My five and a half inch cut cock just paled in comparison. As I said I was average size but most of the Jocks were above average size which gave me a bit of an inferiority complex. But even though they were nearly all bigger than average Ben made them seem ordinary in comparison. He gave a new meaning to the term Big Man On Campus.

Surprisingly he never belittled me on the size of my dick. In addition to the fact that I was the one that stood between him continuing to be eligible to play football and losing his scholarship, I think he truly liked me.

I on the other hand completely idolized him. He was everything that I wanted to be but wasn't. But he treated my like a favorite little brother. He took me with him on the nights when he went out partying. So I always got to hang out with the coolest people at the party. And while he didn't treat me like an equal, he didn't treat anyone like an equal, he didn't belittle me or let anyone else belittle me.

Of course that didn't keep him from entertaining the ladies on our room. He didn't have a steady girlfriend by choice. He wanted to be able to fuck any of them any time he wanted. And believe me there were no shortage of young ladies lining up to "ride the pony". He never asked me to leave the room when he planned on having a young lady spend the night. He was a bit of an exhibitionist and would never even get under the covers when he fucked them. His bed was on the opposite wall as mine with only six feet of distance between them. So I had a bird's eye view of him boinking them.

Of course I was shy so I always had gym shorts and a T-shirt on except when I was in the shower. Ben always kidded me that I needed to loosen up. "What you need is to get laid." He frequently said when I was especially shy.

The first couple of weeks I just lay under the covers trying to stroke off without being noticed while he noisily rutted with the lady du jour. He liked to keep the desk light on so he could see what he was doing, and I also believe so I could see what he was doing. And boy could I see what he was doing. Every now and then he'd turn to me and wink at me. And I knew that I was busted. He knew I was choking my chicken watching my own private little porno. And he was every bit the stud of any of the leading porn actors. Occasionally he even pulled out for the "Money Shot".

Then came the fateful night that I'll always remember. He brought a freshman cheerleader to the room for the evening. They had come back from a frat party after Ben had led the team to a win at homecoming earlier in the day. I had left the party early to get some work done. Even though they were both underage they both had obviously imbibed in more than a couple of beers. I was already in my sleeping clothes and working on a custom computer program that I was working on freelance for a major corp. I sighed softly. I knew that I wouldn't get anything else done on it tonight, so I closed the computer down.

"Hey Becca. This is my roomie "Geek". He wasn't being nasty, the jocks all referred to me with the affectionate nickname of "Geek". "Don't worry he's cool with us being here." She just giggled in response. She was much more interested in what was rumored to be hiding in Ben's pants than the fact that I even existed.

She was barely five feet tall so instead of pushing her to her knees, he pushed her until she was sitting on the foot of the bed. Which gave me a perfect side view of the action. "Why don't you get the "pony" ready to ride?" She just giggled and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his jeans. Gravity pulled them to the floor, revealing that unsurprisingly he'd been going commando. "OW!" Becca squealed in delight at the sight of it. He stepped out of his jeans and used his left foot to toss them into the corner.

All of the girls on campus knew that Ben had one of the rare uncut cocks on campus. They were all curious about it and Becca was no exception. It was obvious she knew her way around a dick by the way she cradled his semi erect cock in her palm and caressed his huge balls with the other hand. But it was also obvious that she was enthralled with his foreskin. She peeled it back and squealed with delight, "This is so cool!"

"Becca why don't you use your mouth for something other than talking..." Ben suggested as he palmed the back of her head used his huge hand pull her toward his manhood.

She didn't argue the point at all. She took the head into her petite little mouth and started running her tongue under his foreskin. There wasn't room for much more than the head of his cock in her mouth. But it didn't take her long to get Ben fully erect. He pulled out and stroked himself a couple of times retracting his foreskin each time he ran his hand down his cock. Pre was drooling out of his slit as his cock bobbed like a cobra in front of her face. She was mesmerized.

"I'm not sure all of this can fit in that tiny pussy of yours." Ben egged her on.

"Yes it can. Let me show you!" She begged. I think she had forgotten that I was even in the room. She quickly stripped out of her cheerleader outfit. In her eagerness she just let the pieces fall where ever they happened to fall.

With that Ben laid her back down on the bed and crawled between her legs. Her pubic hair was like a swamp when Ben bent his head to the task of eating her pussy. He always joked that he was a "cunning cunnilinguist", but he knew exactly what he was doing when it came to pleasing the ladies. His big flexible tongue knew every trick there was to bring them to Nirvana. Becca was no exception. He teased her at first nibbling at her inner thighs as she squirmed trying to get his tongue over to the main target. He nibbled at both of her labia but was avoiding her clit as she moaned and squirmed in anticipation. Finally with just the tip of his tongue he attacked. It fluttered back and forth almost too fast to see on her erect little nub. She came almost immediately.

That didn't even slow Ben down. He took the whole area around her clit into his mouth and sucked on and tongued her clit. Soon he was working his middle finger in and out while he continued to suck on her pussy. She was starting to build to a climax again when he pulled his mouth away and got ready to fuck her. He put her knees over his shoulders and moved forward until the tip of his cock was right at her opening.

Despite her earlier protestations that it would fit, it took at least a full minute of the twat two step to get the whole thing into her tight little quim. When his huge balls came to rest against her she cried out in triumph, "See I told you that it would fit!"

He didn't give her time to gloat. He withdrew his boner and jammed it back in, almost knocking the breath out of her in the process. I had a perfect side view of his cock working in and out of her, his huge low hangers slapping against her with an audible whap each time they slammed against her. Although you could barely hear it over the "Ah, Ah, Ah" noise that was continually coming out of that cute little mouth.

He varied the pace, keeping her right on the edge. The funny thing is I really only had eyes for his cock, not for Becca's nubile form. I wanted to see his huge balls draw up and fill the little minx with a cunt full of his thick potent cum. I didn't have to wait long. He had her bent almost in half as he worked his massive cock into her, his pace quickening as he came closer to his climax.

Then it happened. "Aaarrghhh!" Becca cried out in a massive orgasm, Ben gave two last deep thrusts then held it deep in her as his balls slammed against his body. He was firing off shot after shot of thick virile cum deeper in her body than anyone had ever been. Then he collapsed on top of her.

After a moment he whispered something into her ear. She grinned and nodded in agreement. Then he got up off of her. I could see the gaping hole where his dick had been. Because of how deep he shot his load into her I knew that it would take a minute or two for it to start to seep out. I often wondered what it would be like to eat their pussies after he'd cum in them, but I knew I'd never get the courage to do it.

"Well Geek, Becca and I've decided that it's time for you to lose your virginity. So get out of those clothes and show her how a real Geek fucks a lady." He said with a friendly chuckle.

Although I hadn't been expecting the opportunity to lose my cursed virginity, I sure wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Especially with the prospect of such a hot cheerleader. I got out of bed and before I knew it Becca was on her knees stripping my gym shorts off of me. My rock hard erection caught on the waist band and then shot up, slinging a thin stream of precum from her breasts to her chin. "Ooh Geek it's so cute." She cried out in surprise a moment before taking it into her cute little mouth.

It was obvious that I was more the size she was used to. She hadn't been able to do much with Ben's massive monster given the size of her little mouth. But I was a different story. She bobbed eagerly on my boner, twisting her head back and forth as she did. Her tongue was fluttering on the underside of my cock as she worked her oral magic. She had no gag reflex as my cock went down her throat on each bob. But embarrassingly there was no way for me to hold back. Instinctively I grabbed the back of her head and held it against me as I cried out, "I'm cumming!" And with that I jettisoned my load straight down her throat.

She didn't miss a beat, she just started swallowing. Her throat muscles were milking the cum out of my cock. I finally let go of the back of her head as the last dregs of my load oozed out of my cock. To my surprise she wasn't angry, she just pulled back until the head of my cock was in her mouth and she started to go to town on it with her tongue. It didn't take long to revive my erection.

She pulled off and lay back on the bed with her legs spread. Her pussy was a mess from Ben's huge load that had been leaking out the whole time she'd been sucking my cock. But that just made it more of a turn on. Knowing that I was going to be sticking my cock where Ben's had been just moments earlier had my cock throbbing in anticipation. He was the most Alpha male I'd ever seen and he was going to share his cunt with me.

I quickly crawled between her legs and lined my dick up with her sopping wet snatch. Of course after just getting fucked by nine fat inches she wasn't exactly tight. Loose wasn't even an adequate description of the fit. I could barely feel the sides or the top. The only friction was on the bottom where I was pushing my cock down against he bottom of her sex. And there wasn't much friction there because of the copious quantities of Ben's man juice.

But just knowing it was Ben's fluids lubing my cock had me ready to cum in less than a minute. I took one last deep thrust and my whole body contracted as I shot my load deep in Becca gaping cooter. Of course she didn't cum, but she didn't seem disappointed at all. She knew that she was going to get plenty of orgasms from Ben as the night went forward. I rolled off her onto my back, exhausted from my exertions.

To my surprise Becca rolled over and sucked the mixed cum off of my shriveling manhood. Ben laughed and said, "I guess that makes us "wiener cousins" now." Then he playfully pushed me out of his bed, pushed Becca face down onto the bed and started to plow her like only a real stud could. She was soon having a series of multiple orgasms and was begging for more.

I got into my bed and for the first time in my life I slept in the raw. I would continue to sleep like that for the rest of my life.

It became sort of a tradition that I would get sloppy seconds every time Ben brought home a piece of ass. I was always more fixated on the fact that Ben's cum was lubing me than the thought that it was a nubile young lady's gash that I was fucking. They were just one night stands that Ben was bringing home while he was my hero.

Of course Ben didn't bring home a coed to fuck every night. He would have never gotten any studying done. It was usually only Friday and Saturday night. But it also became a tradition on the other nights to stroke off to porn together after we finished our homework. We'd sit side by side as we watched the video. Sometimes Ben even put an arm around my shoulder as we each pulled our own pud. But we never touched each others junk. Half the time my eyes were fixated on Ben more than the video. He was usually more of a stud than the guy in the video anyway. I would to have loved just once to be able to jack him off, but I never came close to asking.

After Ben graduated at the end of my third year (it wasn't my junior year, I'd graduated a year and a half early. I was only still in school because I was working on my PhD) and that was the end of the pussy. Despite the fact that I'd been getting as much strange as anyone in the school, I'd never learned how to ask a chick out. So it was back to Rosie Palm and her five sisters for me. But between working on my PhD, tutoring sports stars and working on freelance programing I didn't have a whole lot of time to shag young ladies anyway.

It wasn't till after I'd gotten a great job at a tech firm that I had time to meet anyone. She was a fellow techie, that worked for a different company that shared the same building. We met in the cafe and soon we were a steady item.

It didn't take long for her to ask me over to her apartment to spend the night. I'd never asked a girl out before and she realized that if she waited for me to take her to bed we might stay celibate for the rest of out lives. Although I was shy and she wasn't a virgin at the time, I had way more experience when it came to fucking. And surprisingly when a chick wasn't stretched obscenely by Ben's massive member I had no trouble getting them to have a good orgasm. My problem was I was having a hard time having an orgasm. I'd always thought of the fact that my cock was sliding in Ben's cum slick as the thing to get me over the top. And now it seemed like I couldn't get off without thinking of my cock sliding in Ben's load. I tried and tried and tried again to get myself over the top but to no avail. Finally I closed my eyes and imagined that I was watching a big hung stud fucking her senseless and within half a minute I was busting a nut in her.

This resolved the situation for a while but after half a dozen times she started to notice that I was as she put it, "no longer with her when I came". I tried to play it off as I needed to concentrate when I came, but it was driving a wedge between us. It finally came to a head when she decided we should maybe take a break from each other for a couple of weeks and then see if that would help.

I was heartbroken but she really didn't give me a choice. And she was right, we couldn't go on pretending that there wasn't a problem. And although she didn't say it I knew the problem was with me.

First I wondered if I was gay. But that didn't make sense either. I didn't think of two guys going at it when I got off. It was always a guy and a girl. It just was that it wasn't ME and a girl. It was always a much more studly guy, a guy like Ben who was fucking the girl. Was it an inferiority complex? Was I a voyeur at heart? I had no idea of what to think. Maybe I should go to a shrink, but I was too embarrassed to admit to any of this...

So what I decided was to take a week off and head up to the mountains to do a little trout fishing. It was one of the best things to help me clear my head. Maybe camping for a week alone in God's country would help me reason things out.

I drove up as far into the wilderness as the road would take me and I parked my Escalade. The area that I was planning on fishing was about three miles upstream and I figured it would take at least three trips to bring my tent, fishing equipment and food supplies to last for a week. I put the first set of supplies in my back pack and took off down the trail, map in hand.

About a mile in I could hear a voice in my head that said, "Yes you're going in the right direction..." I jumped at first because I was sure there was someone right behind me whispering this. But there was no one to be seen anywhere. I continued a little over a mile longer when a large creek that didn't appear on the map cascaded down a twenty foot waterfall into the main river.

The strange voice in my head said, "Take this trail up to the top of the falls."

I argued with it. "No that's not where the fly shop suggested that I fish." Why was I having this argument with myself.

"Just go up and see what's up there. If it's not good then you can come back down and fish where the proprietor suggested." The voice persisted.

Knowing I'd never be able to get over the curiosity of what was up there if I didn't at least give it a look I turned off the main path and headed up the new one. You could barely make out a trail if it even was one but I followed it. When I got to the top I couldn't believe my eyes. Rolling out in front of me was the most beautiful midsized trout stream I'd ever seen. It was a perfect combination of pools and riffles with many swift deep runs.

On top of that it looked completely undisturbed by mankind. I walked over to the stream and looked into it. It was full of trout in the 18 inch to 24 inch range and a few that looked considerably larger. They were busy picking nymphs off the bottom now at midday, but I figured that that would evolve into hatches as the day went on.

"See I told you this would be better than where you'd been planning to go..." The voice in my head said snidely.

This time I didn't dignify it with a response.

"I guess it would be too much to expect a thank you for the advice." The voice continued with a chortle.

I was starting to worry if I was really starting to have a mental breakdown. Schizophrenia? But I didn't have time to think about that. I looked for a good place to set up my tent. There was a great little clearing that was high and dry. I set the tent up and all of the attendant things that made a good camp. I even found a nice boulder in the sun to set my solar heated shower bag on so it would be nice and hot when I took a shower that evening.

Then I just about ran back down to the SUV to get the food and cooking equipment. I was sure that I would be able to catch plenty of fresh trout to supplement what I'd brought with me. I didn't bring anything perishable since I had no way of keeping it cold for a week so I was going to have to rely on freeze dried and powdered food. But I did bring a camp stove and some pots and pans to cook with.

Finally I went back for my fishing equipment. I'd saved that for the last trip or I might not have had the will power to keep my from trying out this paradise before I'd brought all of my stuff up and set up camp. Finally I was ready to give this perfect stream a thorough going over.

I went over to the stream and using a dip net I netted a few of the nymphs that were active on the bottom. They were large stoneflies that were common to the area. I had tied some up before I'd come on the trip so I wouldn't have to use my travel kit to tie some before I started. I brought the travel tying kit just in case I needed to match a particular hatch that was native to the stream I was on.

I was right next to a nice riffle that seemed to be teeming with trout and in no time I had a 22 inch wild rainbow on the end of my line. And wild was the word for it. I think it spent more time in the air than it did in the water. All thoughts of my dysfunctional sex life had completely fled my cranium as I caught and released one trout after another. I continued to work my way up to a deep fast run.

The voice in my head was back, "I bet there is a monster in the outside bend where the current gouges into the side of the mountain..."

"It doesn't take a genius to figure that the best fish in this section would take up residence there." I replied in my head like I was actually talking to someone else.

By the time I finally fished my way to that portion of the stream the stonefly hatch had begun in earnest. I waded out into the current. It was a fast current which made the wading treacherous. But right against the far side of the creek where it cut into the sheer cliff was the largest creek rainbow I'd ever seen. It was over three feet long, but sleek, not like the football shaped trout that you find in some lakes. It was sleek and powerful from fighting the current of the creek all it's life.

The huge fish was just out of casting range on the other side of the fast deep run. I couldn't fish for it from the other side because of the cliff so I would have to try from this side. I eased my way as close as I could, barely keeping my footing in the treacherous rapids. I tied on a fresh dry stone fly and doped it heavily with gink. I made a couple of false casts to get as much line out as possible, then I executed a double haul cast. I got it nearly where I wanted but still a foot short. It was out of his feeding window. I kept casting but with the same result each time. His feeding window was just a foot further out than I could cast.

"It's OK to go out a little further..." The voice in my head suggested.

I inched out further into the current. The gravel was unstable beneath my wading boots, the swift current sweeping it out from under me. Despite the shifting gravel beneath me, I started casting again. I was closer but my fly was still landing just shy of the huge trout's feeding window. I cast four or five times but still couldn't get out far enough.

"That's not far enough. Just a few more steps..."

Despite my better judgment I shuffled out into deeper faster water. It was everything I could do to keep my footing. Each time I twisted my body the swift deep current tried to pick me up and wash me away. But I wanted this monster badly. I cast again and managed to lay it down in his feeding window. I was being buffeted by the current as I watched the big buoyant fly drifting down toward the behemoth. It slipped out of the slow current easing into the faster current where my fly was coming down. He eased up and back as he prepared to take my fly. Because the current was so fast and the surface was so disturbed he didn't have time to get a good look at it.

He took it and as I reared back to set the hook I lost my footing. The water pulled my feet out from under me and I was sucked into the deeper water. My waders filled with water and pulled me under the ice cold snow melt water. I struggled in vain until my head was slammed against a rock and I lost consciousness...

I awoke with that same voice in my head. "Just relax... Remain calm..." But it wasn't my thoughts I was hearing, it was definitely someone or something else. But it was originating inside my head. I should have been terrified at the thought of voices in my head, but there was something soothing about them.

Then as I became more awake and aware I realized that I was laying face down with a hairy heavy body draped over me. Well not exactly draped, it was supporting it's own weight not resting on me, but touching me all over. Just as panic started to set in the voice in my head spoke again.

"Relax... If I wanted to hurt you I cold have killed you in your sleep." The voice in my head said soothingly. I couldn't help but comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked aloud.

"Don't talk, just think." The strange voice in my head said softly. But there was something in it that encouraged me to comply.

"But what's going on?" I asked with my mind. It was then I realized that we were within perfect darkness. It seemed that my consciousness was coming back a bit at a time, and it seemed to be controlled by this entity that had gotten inside of my head.