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I’d always been the type of guy to keep my head down and get on with things. I didn’t like attention, even as a kid, but college was proving a hell of a lot different to high school, and I could almost feel people noticing me.
Sure, I guess a lot of it was to do with the fact that my moron room-mate published a video of me sucking his dick, but it was more than that. They weren’t just noticing me, they were seeing me.
My phone became my most valued possession. I found myself checking it at least a dozen times throughout the day. After Riley Asher’s suggestion, I was doing little else but fantasising over various young men on the wrestling team, and I’d certainly gotten a few friend requests out of it, but when an entire week went by without a single proposition, I began wondering if I was ever going to get another dick again.
Lyle however, hadn’t let me forget the favour I’d done for him, and made a point of reminding me every time the two of us were alone together.
I was still somewhat angry at him, but the lack of dick after receiving so much of it in such a short space of time was making me hungry, so when he stood next to my bed one night and waved his hips back and forth, revealing his long, loose cock under his boxer shorts, I obliged.
I enjoyed sucking his cock. The taste, the feeling, the wet, salty reward at the end, it was something that I could see myself doing for the next four years, but on the Friday night, as I sucked the sperm right out of my room-mates pole and swallowed it down happily, my phone buzzed.
“That your boyfriend?” Lyle snorted, squeezing the rest of his seed onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed and ignored him.
Is it true you suck dick?
The message was accompanied by a snap of a very intimidating looking cock. It was as thick as a Coke can, and the long shaft was bulging with veins. I had no idea who it belonged to, and the Snapchat account was brand new, but Lyle had made me horny.
Yeah.
He opened the message and replied less than ten seconds later.
Do you take it up the ass?
My heart fluttered slightly. So far, nobody had suggested actual sex, but the idea of it made my cock twitch. Without thinking, I returned the same answer, and waited once more.
Room 192 - 1 hour?
I studied the photo of the delicious looking cock which was now wet with pre-cum. Was I really becoming so desperate for cock that I was willing to meet a complete stranger? I flexed my dick against the mattress and decided that yes, yes I was.
I’d never prepared for anal before. The idea of stuffing a shower hose up my ass was worrying, but I got the entire thing over with and by the time I stood at the door of 192, I felt spotlessly clean, inside and out.
Just like Riley, this guy stood in the darkness and beckoned me in. The first thing I noticed was that he wore only a hoodie, with the hood pulled up and the strings pulled tight so I couldn’t see his face. What I could see, was his large, semi-erect cock which drooled clear liquid onto the floor as he stood there.
“Take off your clothes” he said, clearly trying to disguise his voice.
I walked further inside as he followed behind me. The place was much cleaner than Riley’s place, but there was a strong stench of dick. Perhaps that would have been off-putting for some, but for me, it only made my cock harder.
I pulled off my t-shirt as the mystery man sat back on his bed and began stroking his long, wet cock. He watched me intently as I pulled off my shoes, lowered my pants and finally, stripped from my underwear.
“Turn” he said, spinning his finger.
I turned my back to him, letting him see my naked ass, and heard a faint groan as his hand continued sloshing.
“Spread them” he grunted, speeding up, and I did.
He seemed solely interested in my ass, but eventually he called me over to him, and set me down between his legs on the floor.
I leaned forward to take his beautiful, throbbing cock into my throat, but he grabbed me by the hair and held me in place.
“Put out your tongue” he said, in that ridiculous low voice, but I did it anyway.
He slapped his cock against it. Spreading and squeezing his thick juices all over it until I felt the build up. He used his manhood like a hammer, hitting either side of my face, making my cheeks wet and sticky as he covered me. He rubbed it down the side of my face, streaking pre-cum everywhere he went, and by the time he dragged me onto it, I felt like I was wearing a mask made of slime.
I gagged instantly. It was the biggest one I’d taken so far, and suddenly the idea of taking it up my ass made me shiver.
Judging by his thick, hard thighs, I was guessing the guy was some type of football player or athlete. He was exceptionally strong, and moved me around like I was a rag doll. He kept a handful of my hair in his fist at all times, using my head whatever way he wanted to. Unlike the others, there was nothing gentle about him, but I wasn’t complaining.
He drove his pole upwards, whilst simultaneously dragging me downwards. The force made my eyes water as my throat tried desperately to accommodate him, and after around ten minutes of sloppy face fucking, the young man crawled backwards onto his bed and stuffed his hand into his bedside locker.
I watched, trying to catch my breath as he lathered his meat in lube, and then beckoned me forward with his finger.
With a gulp, I crawled onto the bed after him, and followed him until he straddled me on his cock.
“You a virgin?” He asked, aiming his cock as it slid between my cheeks.
I nodded.
“Good”.
His slippery helmet pushed against my tight hole and I winced as he began feeding it inside me. My ring spread painfully apart, expanding as his cock pushed, and eventually he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them away from each other, forcing my hole to open as wide as it possibly could.
There were no words of comfort. Whoever this guy was, he wanted one thing, and that was to get inside me.
He pushed harder, making me gasp with pain as my sphincter was stretched beyond its limits. Despite that, I was leaking pre-cum onto his chiselled stomach, and somewhat enjoying the rough treatment.
“Aw fuck” he gasped, as his cock head slipped inside, and the rest of his shaft followed.
I whimpered and felt my bowels fill with his meat. He left it there for a moment, breathing heavily and flexing his cock inside me, and then he sighed and said “fuck this”, and dragged his hoodie over his head, “it’s too warm” he told me, and I gawped.
Luke Bentley was likely the scariest guy in the entire campus. He wasn’t a sports guy, but he worked out more than he went to class, and from the stories I’d heard, he was not a guy to be messed with.
He was also very hot, but his hotness was often overshadowed by the fact that he was a complete ball bag, and I was surprised that the twenty year old hadn’t been kicked out a long time ago.
He punched his hips upwards and impaled me as I stared at him.
“Not a word of this” he said, pointing his finger at me, “to anyone”.
I could certainly see why he didn’t want me telling anyone. Not only did Luke have a girlfriend, but he was also one of the most homophobic assholes I’d ever known. Or known of, at least.
He was part of a group on campus that were somehow still allowed to spread their vile hatred. Anything that could possibly be protested, those morons were there. Naturally, it was all religious, deep south shit, and most of the students ignored them, but how could I ignore this?
He held my waist and fucked me hard. Maybe it was a hate fuck. Maybe he was so angry at his own sexuality that he had to hate on everyone else for it. Part of me wanted to get up and leave, but the other part wanted to make this motherfucker cum, and make him cum, hard.
“You like this, babe?” I asked, sliding my hands up his muscular body.
His angry eyes landed on me for a second, and he grunted.
“Oh come on, daddy” I moaned, still wincing at the pain in my ass, “you can fuck me harder than that”.
I was teasing him. I wanted this asshole to really know that it was a guy that was making him feel this good. I sat back, grabbed my semi-erect cock and squeezed it as he watched.
“Make me cum, babe” I whimpered, pouring more pre onto him.
Luke gasped as he throttled my aching hole. He looked furious, or perhaps he always looked like that. It was hard to tell, but what was obvious, was that Luke was orgasming.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned, shakily, “I’m cumming! Oh God, you’re so fucking hot!”
I smirked through the pounding. I hoped that he’d remember his words once the post nut clarity began punching him in the face.
My rectum flooded with his seed. I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed the feeling of it, now that I knew who he was, or if I enjoyed it even more now that I knew who he was.
He lay back, breathless, as his cock deflated inside me, until I made a risky move.
“What about me?” I asked, in a seductive tone, and crawled up his body, letting his wet, limp cock spill from me.
He could barely keep his eyes open as the orgasm burned through him, but much to my surprise, the muscular young man pulled me closer to his face, grabbed my ass cheeks in his large hands, and without a second of consideration, took my hard cock into his mouth.
I was surprised. I was more than surprised. I stared down at the most homophobic guy on campus, and watched as he sucked on my cock like it was a treat. He gagged, moaned, mumbled and swallowed. He went fast, bobbing up and down and using his lips and tongue in a way that made me know that this wasn’t Luke’s first rodeo.
I wasn’t usually a quick cummer, but this entire situation had blown my mind, and after less than five minutes of him choking on me, I exploded in his mouth.
I gasped and bucked, feeling cum pour out of my cock and my ass. My entire body tensed and stiffened, and every inch of me burned with pleasure, and then just like that, it was all over.
We both remained in place for a moment, catching our breath and sweating, until Luke shoved me off and sat at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“Thanks” he mumbled, unable to even look at me.
I began to dress, and just as I walked toward the door, Luke spoke again.
“Don’t tell anyone” he said, but I could hear the hint of worry in his voice, “please”.
I scoffed to myself.
“I’m not like you” I told him.
“Wait” he added, and I waited. “Can we do this again?”
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I’d always been the type of guy to keep my head down and get on with things. I didn’t like attention, even as a kid, but college was proving a hell of a lot different to high school, and I could almost feel people noticing me.
Sure, I guess a lot of it was to do with the fact that my moron room-mate published a video of me sucking his dick, but it was more than that. They weren’t just noticing me, they were seeing me.
My phone became my most valued possession. I found myself checking it at least a dozen times throughout the day. After Riley Asher’s suggestion, I was doing little else but fantasising over various young men on the wrestling team, and I’d certainly gotten a few friend requests out of it, but when an entire week went by without a single proposition, I began wondering if I was ever going to get another dick again.
Lyle however, hadn’t let me forget the favour I’d done for him, and made a point of reminding me every time the two of us were alone together.
I was still somewhat angry at him, but the lack of dick after receiving so much of it in such a short space of time was making me hungry, so when he stood next to my bed one night and waved his hips back and forth, revealing his long, loose cock under his boxer shorts, I obliged.
I enjoyed sucking his cock. The taste, the feeling, the wet, salty reward at the end, it was something that I could see myself doing for the next four years, but on the Friday night, as I sucked the sperm right out of my room-mates pole and swallowed it down happily, my phone buzzed.
“That your boyfriend?” Lyle snorted, squeezing the rest of his seed onto my waiting tongue. I swallowed and ignored him.
Is it true you suck dick?
The message was accompanied by a snap of a very intimidating looking cock. It was as thick as a Coke can, and the long shaft was bulging with veins. I had no idea who it belonged to, and the Snapchat account was brand new, but Lyle had made me horny.
Yeah.
He opened the message and replied less than ten seconds later.
Do you take it up the ass?
My heart fluttered slightly. So far, nobody had suggested actual sex, but the idea of it made my cock twitch. Without thinking, I returned the same answer, and waited once more.
Room 192 - 1 hour?
I studied the photo of the delicious looking cock which was now wet with pre-cum. Was I really becoming so desperate for cock that I was willing to meet a complete stranger? I flexed my dick against the mattress and decided that yes, yes I was.
I’d never prepared for anal before. The idea of stuffing a shower hose up my ass was worrying, but I got the entire thing over with and by the time I stood at the door of 192, I felt spotlessly clean, inside and out.
Just like Riley, this guy stood in the darkness and beckoned me in. The first thing I noticed was that he wore only a hoodie, with the hood pulled up and the strings pulled tight so I couldn’t see his face. What I could see, was his large, semi-erect cock which drooled clear liquid onto the floor as he stood there.
“Take off your clothes” he said, clearly trying to disguise his voice.
I walked further inside as he followed behind me. The place was much cleaner than Riley’s place, but there was a strong stench of dick. Perhaps that would have been off-putting for some, but for me, it only made my cock harder.
I pulled off my t-shirt as the mystery man sat back on his bed and began stroking his long, wet cock. He watched me intently as I pulled off my shoes, lowered my pants and finally, stripped from my underwear.
“Turn” he said, spinning his finger.
I turned my back to him, letting him see my naked ass, and heard a faint groan as his hand continued sloshing.
“Spread them” he grunted, speeding up, and I did.
He seemed solely interested in my ass, but eventually he called me over to him, and set me down between his legs on the floor.
I leaned forward to take his beautiful, throbbing cock into my throat, but he grabbed me by the hair and held me in place.
“Put out your tongue” he said, in that ridiculous low voice, but I did it anyway.
He slapped his cock against it. Spreading and squeezing his thick juices all over it until I felt the build up. He used his manhood like a hammer, hitting either side of my face, making my cheeks wet and sticky as he covered me. He rubbed it down the side of my face, streaking pre-cum everywhere he went, and by the time he dragged me onto it, I felt like I was wearing a mask made of slime.
I gagged instantly. It was the biggest one I’d taken so far, and suddenly the idea of taking it up my ass made me shiver.
Judging by his thick, hard thighs, I was guessing the guy was some type of football player or athlete. He was exceptionally strong, and moved me around like I was a rag doll. He kept a handful of my hair in his fist at all times, using my head whatever way he wanted to. Unlike the others, there was nothing gentle about him, but I wasn’t complaining.
He drove his pole upwards, whilst simultaneously dragging me downwards. The force made my eyes water as my throat tried desperately to accommodate him, and after around ten minutes of sloppy face fucking, the young man crawled backwards onto his bed and stuffed his hand into his bedside locker.
I watched, trying to catch my breath as he lathered his meat in lube, and then beckoned me forward with his finger.
With a gulp, I crawled onto the bed after him, and followed him until he straddled me on his cock.
“You a virgin?” He asked, aiming his cock as it slid between my cheeks.
I nodded.
“Good”.
His slippery helmet pushed against my tight hole and I winced as he began feeding it inside me. My ring spread painfully apart, expanding as his cock pushed, and eventually he grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them away from each other, forcing my hole to open as wide as it possibly could.
There were no words of comfort. Whoever this guy was, he wanted one thing, and that was to get inside me.
He pushed harder, making me gasp with pain as my sphincter was stretched beyond its limits. Despite that, I was leaking pre-cum onto his chiselled stomach, and somewhat enjoying the rough treatment.
“Aw fuck” he gasped, as his cock head slipped inside, and the rest of his shaft followed.
I whimpered and felt my bowels fill with his meat. He left it there for a moment, breathing heavily and flexing his cock inside me, and then he sighed and said “fuck this”, and dragged his hoodie over his head, “it’s too warm” he told me, and I gawped.
Luke Bentley was likely the scariest guy in the entire campus. He wasn’t a sports guy, but he worked out more than he went to class, and from the stories I’d heard, he was not a guy to be messed with.
He was also very hot, but his hotness was often overshadowed by the fact that he was a complete ball bag, and I was surprised that the twenty year old hadn’t been kicked out a long time ago.
He punched his hips upwards and impaled me as I stared at him.
“Not a word of this” he said, pointing his finger at me, “to anyone”.
I could certainly see why he didn’t want me telling anyone. Not only did Luke have a girlfriend, but he was also one of the most homophobic assholes I’d ever known. Or known of, at least.
He was part of a group on campus that were somehow still allowed to spread their vile hatred. Anything that could possibly be protested, those morons were there. Naturally, it was all religious, deep south shit, and most of the students ignored them, but how could I ignore this?
He held my waist and fucked me hard. Maybe it was a hate fuck. Maybe he was so angry at his own sexuality that he had to hate on everyone else for it. Part of me wanted to get up and leave, but the other part wanted to make this motherfucker cum, and make him cum, hard.
“You like this, babe?” I asked, sliding my hands up his muscular body.
His angry eyes landed on me for a second, and he grunted.
“Oh come on, daddy” I moaned, still wincing at the pain in my ass, “you can fuck me harder than that”.
I was teasing him. I wanted this asshole to really know that it was a guy that was making him feel this good. I sat back, grabbed my semi-erect cock and squeezed it as he watched.
“Make me cum, babe” I whimpered, pouring more pre onto him.
Luke gasped as he throttled my aching hole. He looked furious, or perhaps he always looked like that. It was hard to tell, but what was obvious, was that Luke was orgasming.
“Oh fuck!” He moaned, shakily, “I’m cumming! Oh God, you’re so fucking hot!”
I smirked through the pounding. I hoped that he’d remember his words once the post nut clarity began punching him in the face.
My rectum flooded with his seed. I wasn’t sure if I enjoyed the feeling of it, now that I knew who he was, or if I enjoyed it even more now that I knew who he was.
He lay back, breathless, as his cock deflated inside me, until I made a risky move.
“What about me?” I asked, in a seductive tone, and crawled up his body, letting his wet, limp cock spill from me.
He could barely keep his eyes open as the orgasm burned through him, but much to my surprise, the muscular young man pulled me closer to his face, grabbed my ass cheeks in his large hands, and without a second of consideration, took my hard cock into his mouth.
I was surprised. I was more than surprised. I stared down at the most homophobic guy on campus, and watched as he sucked on my cock like it was a treat. He gagged, moaned, mumbled and swallowed. He went fast, bobbing up and down and using his lips and tongue in a way that made me know that this wasn’t Luke’s first rodeo.
I wasn’t usually a quick cummer, but this entire situation had blown my mind, and after less than five minutes of him choking on me, I exploded in his mouth.
I gasped and bucked, feeling cum pour out of my cock and my ass. My entire body tensed and stiffened, and every inch of me burned with pleasure, and then just like that, it was all over.
We both remained in place for a moment, catching our breath and sweating, until Luke shoved me off and sat at the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.
“Thanks” he mumbled, unable to even look at me.
I began to dress, and just as I walked toward the door, Luke spoke again.
“Don’t tell anyone” he said, but I could hear the hint of worry in his voice, “please”.
I scoffed to myself.
“I’m not like you” I told him.
“Wait” he added, and I waited. “Can we do this again?”
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