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Riley Asher was one of those guys who spent his entire life focused on one thing. From what I’d heard, his dad was a wrestling coach back in his old high school, and he’d gotten the kid into the sport when he was still in diapers.
It was obvious, too. All he talked about was wrestling. All he did was wrestling, and the only time I ever even saw him, was when he was coming or going from the gym. That, and his gigantic mural on the wall in the hall.
Even compared to the frat boys, Riley Asher was probably the most popular person in the college. Chicks absolutely adored him, and before my life became completely insane, I was sure that the feeling was mutual. And maybe it was! Who was I to judge?
He wasn’t particularly tall. I guess being five foot nine and as stocky as he was gave him something of an advantage over the tall, lean guys, and it certainly seemed to work, because I don’t think the guy had ever lost a match.
When I first received a message from Riley, I was almost entirely sure that it was a joke. Either someone had created a fake profile of him, and was using it to fuck with me, or he was having a laugh at my expense.
Regardless, having sucked the dicks of both my roommate and Chase Owens, I was on something of a high.
Going through high school as a gay kid, knowing that my secret getting out could spell disaster, was one thing, but what they never talk about in the movies was how much closeted gay guys suffer when everyone around them is getting laid, and the best they can do is feel some chick’s tits and hope that it’s enough to conceal their identity for long enough to escape.
Some people might look at me as some kind of ‘slut’ for my choices in college, but you go five years without even a kiss, whilst your body and brain fight against each other constantly, and tell me you wouldn’t do the same.
So, yes, I responded to Riley Asher’s message. And yes, I became excited when I realised that it was, indeed, Riley Asher. And yes, I took off my clothes in the bathroom and sent him whatever pictures he asked for. Why? Because I could.
He wasn’t much of a talker. In fact, his messages were barely two or three words long. But those words were enough to arrange what would be the most secretive meeting of my life.
Being someone’s secret was a strange feeling. I wasn’t sure if I should have been offended that Riley literally wanted me to sneak across campus in the dead of night, creep into the building through the fire exit, and scurry up the stairs like a rat, just in case anybody happened to know I exist. Or if I should have been content with the fact that, despite all that, I was still getting his dick.
I chose the latter, because dick was all that was on my mind.
With Lyle, I had no time to be nervous. With Chase, I was almost positive that it was a joke, so I guess I didn’t think much about it, but my scepticism with Riley had vanished the moment we made plans, because someone who was joking, would never have been so paranoid.
He had a girlfriend, but according to him, she was more of a trophy chick than an actual partner. I could see why, too. Just like him, she was absolutely stunning, but I guess the handsome young man was in desperate need of someone to take care of him, and I was happy to step in.
When I knocked, my heart pounded. I’d gotten some practice, but I felt like this was the final boss. I needed to convince him, using only my mouth, that I could pleasure him in ways that his girlfriend could never, and when he opened the door wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, I knew I’d have no trouble there.
He took a look outside before he let me in. I could tell that he was eager to keep his little secret safe, and when he saw that the coast was clear, the shredded teen stepped back and allowed me in.
The room was dark and warm. Unlike most college dorm rooms, there were no books or discarded papers on his desk, just empty bags of protein powder, used jockstraps, and singlets strewn around the place.
He’d been in bed, which wasn’t surprising seeing as it was after midnight. He walked back over to it, lay down and beckoned me toward him, and just like the horny little zombie that I was, I followed.
“Wanna take your clothes off?” He asked, and even his voice was rough and low.
I knew that he was making the offer for me, and me alone. He was the type of guy that didn’t even need to try to convince me that he was straight. Everything about him was straight, and I was fully aware of the fact that I was nothing more than a bucket for him to jizz in. Hopefully, anyway.
I declined the offer politely. I was still quite innocent back at the beginning, and I hadn’t yet realised exactly how to use my body in my new venture. To me, it was all about getting the guy off as quickly and as expertly as I possible could, and then running out before anybody caught us.
I had a lot to learn, but college had only started, and I had almost four more years to practice.
Riley pulled the sheets over his muscular body and I watched as he dragged his underwear down his legs underneath them. A moment later, he lifted the corner of the sheet and pointed at himself.
With one nervous breath, I positioned myself on the bed, and everything went dark around me when Riley literally covered me up and began watching porn on his phone.
I listened as a young woman began moaning through the speaker as she got pounded by some gigantic cock, no doubt. There was something almost inhumane about treating me like this, but that made no difference to my bulging cock when I began to inhale the trapped aromas of Riley Asher’s spectacular cock.
It lay there in a bush of pubic hair. Even though it was completely dark, I could still see the outline of his succulent member as it stiffened from the video. It jerked, eased, twitched and swelled, and I had no control over my hunger as I leaned forward and sucked his musk into my lungs.
He was ripe. Maybe all wrestlers were, but his stench made me leak. It was one of the most delicious aromas I had ever known, and I was almost certain that one whiff of that, and any person on the planet would have fallen to their knees.
I ran my tongue up the underside and felt his muscular thighs tense either side of me. His legs were hairy, and I knew it because I rested my hands on them when I leaned forward and sniffed his cock.
Another lick, another soft gasp.
His flavours filled my mouth as I sampled his meat. Each taste sent new waves of hunger through me, and admittedly, I was becoming feral.
His balls were loose and warm. I buried my nose in the crease, and used my tongue to chase them around as he became wet, and when I’d gotten my fill of his stench, I returned to his thick cock and took his helmet into my mouth.
His cock was probably six inches long, and pretty thick. It wasn’t as big as Chase’s, which was rather surprising considering the sheer mass of Riley Asher, but it was the perfect size to choke on, and by god, did I choke.
I took every inch down my throat and felt him pulse inside me. My lips hugged the base of it, and my throat worked the head, whilst my tongue teased the underside as the straight wrestler moaned and grunted, and the sound of heterosexual porn continued to fill the room.
It only took a few minutes before the sharp taste of pre-cum filled my mouth. Each bulb that poured from his cumslit made me shiver with pleasure. It was salty, of course, but it was more delicious than I could have ever imagined, and if I’d had the option of bottling some and taking it with me, I most certainly would have.
I gagged on him, drenching his hard cock in saliva and pre, and sucked it all off with precision. I was getting better at it, I could tell. And I guess he could tell, too, because his muscular hips began bucking a few minutes later, and he held my head down over the sheets as he thunder-fucked my mouth.
He was rough, but not in an aggressive way. He seemed to prefer the higher tempo, so when he began to exhaust himself, I took over and plunged myself down on his rod as forcefully as I could, as gruff moans sounded above.
The underside of the covers became swelteringly hot as the two of us sweat profusely, and he became ferociously horny.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth” he told me, for it seemed that even if I wanted to, the option of pulling off wasn’t available to me.
He thrust harder, I bobbed quicker, and he gasped with pleasure as his body began to rattle.
His powerful legs wrapped around my back, forcing me deeper onto his pole as it expanded in my mouth and sent jets of thick sperm into my throat. I gagged as it happened, barely able to breathe as his seed poured into my stomach. More and more of the stuff burst from him, and I was sure that I’d never known anybody to produce as much cum as Riley Asher.
When his body went limp beneath me, I took it as my cue to leave. I stood up, my face red and my dick hard as I wiped sweat from my brow, and turned towards the door.
I wasn’t expecting any goodbye kisses, so when Riley told me to wait, and followed me, naked and dripping, I was rather taken aback.
“Thanks” he said, “what do I owe you?”
The question made me cringe. I wasn’t doing this for money. And when I told him that, he cocked a brow and smiled.
“Oh shit, really?” He asked, and I nodded, mildly offended until he considered it for a moment and said, “I have some friends on the wrestling team who might be interested. Can I give them your snap?”
I didn’t need any time to consider, and as I left Riley’s dorm room and returned to my own, all I could do was pray that the friend request kept coming.
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Riley Asher was one of those guys who spent his entire life focused on one thing. From what I’d heard, his dad was a wrestling coach back in his old high school, and he’d gotten the kid into the sport when he was still in diapers.
It was obvious, too. All he talked about was wrestling. All he did was wrestling, and the only time I ever even saw him, was when he was coming or going from the gym. That, and his gigantic mural on the wall in the hall.
Even compared to the frat boys, Riley Asher was probably the most popular person in the college. Chicks absolutely adored him, and before my life became completely insane, I was sure that the feeling was mutual. And maybe it was! Who was I to judge?
He wasn’t particularly tall. I guess being five foot nine and as stocky as he was gave him something of an advantage over the tall, lean guys, and it certainly seemed to work, because I don’t think the guy had ever lost a match.
When I first received a message from Riley, I was almost entirely sure that it was a joke. Either someone had created a fake profile of him, and was using it to fuck with me, or he was having a laugh at my expense.
Regardless, having sucked the dicks of both my roommate and Chase Owens, I was on something of a high.
Going through high school as a gay kid, knowing that my secret getting out could spell disaster, was one thing, but what they never talk about in the movies was how much closeted gay guys suffer when everyone around them is getting laid, and the best they can do is feel some chick’s tits and hope that it’s enough to conceal their identity for long enough to escape.
Some people might look at me as some kind of ‘slut’ for my choices in college, but you go five years without even a kiss, whilst your body and brain fight against each other constantly, and tell me you wouldn’t do the same.
So, yes, I responded to Riley Asher’s message. And yes, I became excited when I realised that it was, indeed, Riley Asher. And yes, I took off my clothes in the bathroom and sent him whatever pictures he asked for. Why? Because I could.
He wasn’t much of a talker. In fact, his messages were barely two or three words long. But those words were enough to arrange what would be the most secretive meeting of my life.
Being someone’s secret was a strange feeling. I wasn’t sure if I should have been offended that Riley literally wanted me to sneak across campus in the dead of night, creep into the building through the fire exit, and scurry up the stairs like a rat, just in case anybody happened to know I exist. Or if I should have been content with the fact that, despite all that, I was still getting his dick.
I chose the latter, because dick was all that was on my mind.
With Lyle, I had no time to be nervous. With Chase, I was almost positive that it was a joke, so I guess I didn’t think much about it, but my scepticism with Riley had vanished the moment we made plans, because someone who was joking, would never have been so paranoid.
He had a girlfriend, but according to him, she was more of a trophy chick than an actual partner. I could see why, too. Just like him, she was absolutely stunning, but I guess the handsome young man was in desperate need of someone to take care of him, and I was happy to step in.
When I knocked, my heart pounded. I’d gotten some practice, but I felt like this was the final boss. I needed to convince him, using only my mouth, that I could pleasure him in ways that his girlfriend could never, and when he opened the door wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs, I knew I’d have no trouble there.
He took a look outside before he let me in. I could tell that he was eager to keep his little secret safe, and when he saw that the coast was clear, the shredded teen stepped back and allowed me in.
The room was dark and warm. Unlike most college dorm rooms, there were no books or discarded papers on his desk, just empty bags of protein powder, used jockstraps, and singlets strewn around the place.
He’d been in bed, which wasn’t surprising seeing as it was after midnight. He walked back over to it, lay down and beckoned me toward him, and just like the horny little zombie that I was, I followed.
“Wanna take your clothes off?” He asked, and even his voice was rough and low.
I knew that he was making the offer for me, and me alone. He was the type of guy that didn’t even need to try to convince me that he was straight. Everything about him was straight, and I was fully aware of the fact that I was nothing more than a bucket for him to jizz in. Hopefully, anyway.
I declined the offer politely. I was still quite innocent back at the beginning, and I hadn’t yet realised exactly how to use my body in my new venture. To me, it was all about getting the guy off as quickly and as expertly as I possible could, and then running out before anybody caught us.
I had a lot to learn, but college had only started, and I had almost four more years to practice.
Riley pulled the sheets over his muscular body and I watched as he dragged his underwear down his legs underneath them. A moment later, he lifted the corner of the sheet and pointed at himself.
With one nervous breath, I positioned myself on the bed, and everything went dark around me when Riley literally covered me up and began watching porn on his phone.
I listened as a young woman began moaning through the speaker as she got pounded by some gigantic cock, no doubt. There was something almost inhumane about treating me like this, but that made no difference to my bulging cock when I began to inhale the trapped aromas of Riley Asher’s spectacular cock.
It lay there in a bush of pubic hair. Even though it was completely dark, I could still see the outline of his succulent member as it stiffened from the video. It jerked, eased, twitched and swelled, and I had no control over my hunger as I leaned forward and sucked his musk into my lungs.
He was ripe. Maybe all wrestlers were, but his stench made me leak. It was one of the most delicious aromas I had ever known, and I was almost certain that one whiff of that, and any person on the planet would have fallen to their knees.
I ran my tongue up the underside and felt his muscular thighs tense either side of me. His legs were hairy, and I knew it because I rested my hands on them when I leaned forward and sniffed his cock.
Another lick, another soft gasp.
His flavours filled my mouth as I sampled his meat. Each taste sent new waves of hunger through me, and admittedly, I was becoming feral.
His balls were loose and warm. I buried my nose in the crease, and used my tongue to chase them around as he became wet, and when I’d gotten my fill of his stench, I returned to his thick cock and took his helmet into my mouth.
His cock was probably six inches long, and pretty thick. It wasn’t as big as Chase’s, which was rather surprising considering the sheer mass of Riley Asher, but it was the perfect size to choke on, and by god, did I choke.
I took every inch down my throat and felt him pulse inside me. My lips hugged the base of it, and my throat worked the head, whilst my tongue teased the underside as the straight wrestler moaned and grunted, and the sound of heterosexual porn continued to fill the room.
It only took a few minutes before the sharp taste of pre-cum filled my mouth. Each bulb that poured from his cumslit made me shiver with pleasure. It was salty, of course, but it was more delicious than I could have ever imagined, and if I’d had the option of bottling some and taking it with me, I most certainly would have.
I gagged on him, drenching his hard cock in saliva and pre, and sucked it all off with precision. I was getting better at it, I could tell. And I guess he could tell, too, because his muscular hips began bucking a few minutes later, and he held my head down over the sheets as he thunder-fucked my mouth.
He was rough, but not in an aggressive way. He seemed to prefer the higher tempo, so when he began to exhaust himself, I took over and plunged myself down on his rod as forcefully as I could, as gruff moans sounded above.
The underside of the covers became swelteringly hot as the two of us sweat profusely, and he became ferociously horny.
“I’m gonna cum in your mouth” he told me, for it seemed that even if I wanted to, the option of pulling off wasn’t available to me.
He thrust harder, I bobbed quicker, and he gasped with pleasure as his body began to rattle.
His powerful legs wrapped around my back, forcing me deeper onto his pole as it expanded in my mouth and sent jets of thick sperm into my throat. I gagged as it happened, barely able to breathe as his seed poured into my stomach. More and more of the stuff burst from him, and I was sure that I’d never known anybody to produce as much cum as Riley Asher.
When his body went limp beneath me, I took it as my cue to leave. I stood up, my face red and my dick hard as I wiped sweat from my brow, and turned towards the door.
I wasn’t expecting any goodbye kisses, so when Riley told me to wait, and followed me, naked and dripping, I was rather taken aback.
“Thanks” he said, “what do I owe you?”
The question made me cringe. I wasn’t doing this for money. And when I told him that, he cocked a brow and smiled.
“Oh shit, really?” He asked, and I nodded, mildly offended until he considered it for a moment and said, “I have some friends on the wrestling team who might be interested. Can I give them your snap?”
I didn’t need any time to consider, and as I left Riley’s dorm room and returned to my own, all I could do was pray that the friend request kept coming.
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