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Issac - The Guaranteed Blow Job
🕑 Added 2024-10-05 03:56:10 +0000 UTCI found myself in my dorm at 8 pm, jeans and boxers around my ankles, jerking off my 6” cock while having cyber sex with someone who described themselves as "hot." The dirty talk had me almost blowing my load when my phone vibrated. I checked the message, it was Anthony. It was the address to the party he's at with an added note, "wear your sexiest underwear."
When I started college as a virgin, I was pretty embarrassed by that detail. In 1999, there were a few dozen teen movies that we had all seen that made it clear how much of a loser you were if you went to college a virgin…and here I am.
My new gay friend, Anthony, kept telling me I could really lose my virginity at any of the parties he was always attending on the weekends. I told him no way, I’m straight, and I had no interest.
He insisted I could at least get a blow job. That a mouth is a mouth, and most college gay guys would be thrilled to give a straight guy a blow job.
I laughed it off but was giving it more thought than I probably should have.
On Fridays after our creative writing class, we would go to the cafeteria to grab lunch and work on our writing assignments. Of course, that's where Anthony would let us all know what parties he'd be attending after his last class and suggest that I should go. Every time, letting me know how easy it would be to "get some" at these parties.
"I'll text you the address," he told me. "At the very least, it's a party with booze, and you don’t need a fake ID," he joked.
"What is sexy underwear for guys?" I text back, mostly as a joke. Then when I looked back at my cyber chat, my partner had logged out, leaving me dick in hand and too horny to make rational decisions.
I started stroking myself, reading back over our chat, but my brain kept drifting off to the party where I was all but guaranteed to get my first blow job. After start-stopping my solo session multiple times, I finally caved. After all, Anthony always says it's not gay to get a blow job from anyone.
I tucked my cock and balls back into my faded baggy boxers and started pacing the room. Then I dug through my underwear drawer, looking at all the boxers I realized were long past needing to be tossed out.
My phone vibrated again. Anthony texts back, "You'd look sexy in tighty whities ;)"
I couldn't help but chuckle at the idea. I haven't worn tighty whities since I was 11. I didn't even own boxer briefs. Though... my roommate, I've seen him folding a variety of styles of underwear since we've been living together, and we're about the same size, but he's taller. I’m only 5’7”, and he’s closer to 6’, though our waist size is probably the same.
I opened his top drawer, and everything was perfectly folded. He had a stack of white briefs with no brand name on the waistband. I pulled out a pair and held them up to make sure they were clean. I could probably wear these tonight, get them washed, and put them back in his drawer without him noticing. After all, he has enough underwear in the drawer for a month without washing before running out. Then I tossed them back in the drawer and slammed it shut.
What a dumb idea, and super gay when I think about it.
I looked at the clock beside my bed; it wasn’t too late. What I needed was a distraction. I slipped on my slides, pulled on a hoodie, zipped my jeans, and fastened the button. Grabbing my keys, I walked down the hall to the stairs. I’m only on the second floor, and one flight down is a rec room where a lot of us hang out on Fridays for ping pong tournaments and other fun stuff.
Surprisingly, only one person was hanging out; one of the RAs was watching the news for some reason. He glanced at me, and I pretended to be only here for a snack. I went over to the vending machines and just got a soda, then hustled back up to my room.
Fuck it.
I pulled the briefs back out of the drawer, stripped off my jeans and boxers, and pulled them on. They felt tight but also…oddly comfortable. Like the soft fabric was giving my balls a gentle hug and holding them in place. I checked myself in the mirror and kind of felt sexy in a way. Though, I tried not to think about my roommate’s dick having been in the same spot as mine. Even though the thought oddly just added to my horniness. I pulled on my jeans, which were baggy by design, usually hanging off my hips. The white underwear was a little too on display for my comfort, so I grabbed a belt and tightened the jeans on my waist to make sure they didn’t fall down and make that nightmare of being in my underwear in front of classmates come true.
I pulled up MapQuest on my computer and put in the address Anthony sent me. Thankfully, it wasn’t far, maybe a fifteen-minute walk. Just long enough to calm my nerves, but not so long, I’ll chicken out. I put my hoodie back on, zipped it up, and headed out.
Fifteen minutes later, I found myself outside a house with party lights going nuts in the windows and music thumping loud enough to be heard more than a block away. I watched as a couple of guys just walked in without knocking and decided it was now or never, so I took the steps two at a time and walked in without knocking either.
Inside, a blanket hung in the doorway, blocking the rest of the party, the entry way light bulb was a bare bulb that was painted to look like stained glass lit the makeshift coat check. A guy about my height dressed in only a jockstrap, a lot of body glitter on his torso, and with his very colorful spiked hair cocked his head to one side and crossed his arms.
“I’m..umm, I’m meeting Anthony here, he umm…” I quickly pulled out my phone and showed him the text. “He told me to come meet him here.”
The guy’s judgy frown turned into a grin when he read the name, “Oh, I know Anthony. He’s already inside.” He looked me up and down, “You’re with him?”
“I’m not with him, with him; I’m just a friend,” I tried to explain.
“Whatever you say, honey,” he chuckled, then handed me a bag. “Put your clothes in here; the cover is ten dollars,” he said in a very effeminate voice.
I took the bag, “Wait, what?”
The outside door opened, and two more guys walked in. I didn’t recognize either of them. They smiled at the guy in the jockstrap and, without a word spoken, handed over cash and took a similar bag. They quickly stripped down to their white brief underwear, put the clothes in the bag, and handed the bag back to the guy in the jockstrap. They pushed their way through the blanket, and the guy in the jock put their bag in the closet behind him.
“Well?” He saw me still hesitating.
“I…” I felt my heart racing. I’m going to kill Anthony when I see him. I cautiously pulled off my hoodie, my t-shirt riding up as I did.
Fuck. I can’t believe I’m doing this. And for what? A blow job from a dude?
My shirt went into the bag with my hoodie, and I kicked off my sneakers. I hesitated when I grabbed my belt, the guy in the very full jock had his eyes locked on my crotch, and I suddenly felt self-conscious.
I’ve come this far.
I shook my head and yanked my jeans down, trying to hide my underwear…well, my roommate's underwear, as I quickly tucked the jeans in the bag and slipped my sneakers back on like the other guys did.
“Ten dollars,” the guy in the jock said, making sure I didn’t forget.
I reached into the sack, pulled out my wallet, and handed him five and five singles. He snatched the cash and the bag from me, “Have fun,” he said in a sing-song voice.
I took a deep breath and walked through the curtain. The room was dark and filled with smoke; roaming party lights were the only lights in the room. It took a second for my eyes to adjust and notice the living room was a sea of fit guys in their underwear or less, dancing and grinding on each other.
I felt less uncomfortable about being in such a state of undress with all the strangers when I realized two things: one, everyone was in their underwear, and two, nobody was checking me out.
Wading through the crowd, I headed straight for the bar. A fit Asian guy in a skimpy pair of black briefs with white piping along all the edges was handing out jello shots. I took two, swallowing them quickly, and then walked over to the keg and got myself a beer.
Further into the house, the lighting changed again as I entered a sunk-in sofa room. There was a sectional couch forming a U shape that looked like it could seat a dozen people comfortably, and there were at least twenty people on it already. Most of them paired off and making out. Some of them were just chatting, and when the guy taking a hit off a bong lifted his head to blow out the smoke, I realized it was Anthony. His eyes settled on mine, and his face lit up.
“Oh, my God! Issac! You’re here…mmm, and look at you stripped down like a wet dream,” Anthony licked his lips as his eyes roamed over my nearly nude body.
I nervously took a sip of my beer.
Anthony leaned over to the bigger, tanned-skinned guy with poofy, medium-length, curly brown hair and whispered something into his ear. He looked me up and down and grinned, nodding along to whatever Anthony was saying. I was starting to think this was a genuinely bad idea. Then Anthony untangled himself from his friend and got up off the couch to hug me, squeezing my ass as he did, pulling me in tight so our bare chests clung together and our scantily clad packages were forced to rub together. I felt both incredibly uncomfortable and turned on by it. Really, any attention other than my own hand was bound to set me off, so I tried my best to think about anything other than sex to calm my blood flow from turning my dick into a monument to my virginity.
“Want a hit?” He pointed to the bong he just finished.
I practically yelled over the music, “Yes, please!”
He giggled and pulled me to the couch, letting me squeeze between him and the couple who were using the couch as a makeout spot to the left. I’ve never seen so many guys groping and kissing other guys, definitely not in their underwear, either. I’ve never even watched a gay porno. It was quite the site.
Anthony slid the bong over to me and lit it. I quickly put my mouth to the opening and let it rip as Anthony did all the work. I’ve been taking bong hits since I was 15, so this was nothing new for me, but damn was this weed powerful. Much better than the stuff my cousin would sell me and my friends back home.
I sat back on the couch and let the weed do its thing. The lights went dark when the beat dropped, and black lights flickered on. Everyone's underwear was suddenly glowing against their dark silhouettes. I looked down at my package. I realized down by the head of my cock there were a few little stains that looked like wet spots. I rubbed them and realized these must be jizz stains from my roommate. Oddly enough, it didn’t make me cringe…must be the weed kicking in. I looked over at Anthony, who was also looking at the spots on my underwear.
I quickly shook my head, “It’s not what you think,” I shouted.
His eyebrows raised, and his grin widened.
I leaned into his ear. “It’s not mine; it’s my roommates,” I giggled, realizing how the words sounded as they left my mouth.
He looked at me, confused but still smirking.
“I only have boxers, so I stole these from my roommate,” I said, pulling at the waistband and letting it snap back to my skinny waist.
He bobbed his head, leaned into the bong, and took another hit, passing it back to me when he finished. I took another, and this one sent me into the stratosphere. I just took a minute to relax and enjoy it and the beat. Anthony leaned over to me, “You ok?”
I smiled, “Yeah, just…enjoying it.”
“We’re going to go dance,” he said, getting up and pulling his friend with him.
I hadn’t realized how ripped they both were, making me feel a bit skinnier than I usually feel. I watched as Anthony grind his ass against his friend. Realizing Anthony was only wearing a jock strap and his friend was in string bikini briefs, there was only a thin layer of fabric between Anthony’s ass and his friend's cock; it made the blood rush to my dick. I tried to clear my head of the thoughts and just closed my eyes, listening to the music thump and the laughter of the guys all around the house. Something about this place was that it was so free and alive; it really was a rush.
I felt a hand on my thigh, and my eyes shot open. It was the guy to my left who was still making out with the guy next to him. I don’t know if he realizes it’s my leg he’s touching, and I don’t know what to do about it. I looked towards the dance floor to see if I could get Anthony’s attention and maybe guidance, but he and his friend were gone.
The hand traveled further up my thigh until the fingertips grazed my package, and the thumb went under the elastic leg hole to my upper-upper thigh. My dick was instantly hard. I’ve never been grazed like this before. I’m still unsure if he even knows it’s me and not his…his boyfriend?
My pulse quickened, and the room started spinning a little more. I closed my eyes. The hand reached the extra inch and landed directly on my package. I was rock hard, and the hand squeezed tight on my cock through the fabric.
“Mmmm…fuck,” I heard myself groan. Putting my hands behind my head, keeping my eyes closed. This was it; this was what I had been promised. A zero-effort blow job. Right here in the middle of this lounge room, where dozens of other guys are watching. “Mmm,” the hand squeezed tighter, and my cock pulsed in response. Then, the hand was suddenly gone. I gave it a second and then peeked out of my slitted eyelids. The guys had gone back to making out.
Fuck.
I sat there for another few minutes letting my dick get soft before getting up and doing two more jello shots as I staggard around looking for Anthony.
The house was much more crowded than it was when I first got here. I couldn’t get from one room to the next without getting groped or my ass getting squeezed. It was flattering, to say the least, and my dick was really enjoying the attention.
Upstairs, there were a few bedrooms, all with the doors closed. I was too drunk and way too high to give a shit about decorum, opening the doors without knocking. The first was empty. The second is locked. The next one, a guy was seated on the bed, getting deep-throated by the Asian guy who was handing out jello shots when I first arrived. Neither of them seemed to care if I watched. The guy getting sucked off made a show of running his fingers through the dark silky hair of the guy sucking his dick. I couldn’t help but rub my crotch. I slowly backed out, though; I didn’t come here to watch other guys get blow jobs.
The next room was pretty dark, but the light from the window showed me a guy on his back, with his hands on the waist of a smaller guy who was clearly riding his dick. My mind was blown. It looked so…sensual, so hot. All the muscles flexing, the sounds of pleasure, the slow but incredibly sexual movements as he rode that dick like it was a horse. I wanted to get a closer look but knew I needed to walk away.
The next two doors were locked, but there were lights on under them. I didn’t give it much thought and went back downstairs, then noticed another set of stairs leading to the basement level.
The basement was really dark. There was no black light, but some party lights slowly moved over a sea of bodies dancing in the darkness. I waded further into the sea. The sweaty bodies were warm, firm, and handsy.
One guy wrapped his arms around my slim waist and started grinding his crotch against my ass to the beat of the music. My hips swayed to his lead. He started kissing my neck, which really turned me on. I felt his taught body pressed firmly against my back as his right hand traveled up my body, planting itself at the base of my throat. His large hand is gently holding my neck at the collarbone. Then the hand on my lower abs started moving down and slid right into my underwear, taking hold of my now sprung-to-life cock.
The feeling was amazing. He gripped my dick like it was his own, slowly stroking me. I was so turned on I didn’t even care that I could feel his bigger sausage grinding between my ass cheeks, which was also giving me an odd pleasure I never expected or thought about before.
He was sucking on my neck and holding me tightly to his chest as he stroked me. I felt the vibration of his moan on my neck as he pressed his bulge hard into my ass and gripped my cock tighter.
“Mmm, fuck,” I groaned.
“Let’s take this upstairs,” he whispered in my ear.
I just nodded. So turned on, I was finally going to get my first blow job. I don’t even care that it’s another guy. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me up the stairs out of the basement.
I followed in tow as I checked out his muscular back, which tapered down to a narrow waist, and a plump ass that was barely covered by a pair of grey Hollister briefs. His legs were twice as thick as mine and a bit more hairy. As we traveled through the different light sources, I noticed his lighter skin tone was very freckled on his broad shoulders, but then we were in the darkness again. The black light accented the waistband of his briefs and some of the stitching before we walked up the next set of stairs, and he was pulling me into an empty room.
He quickly pulled me into him and kissed my neck again. He had to hunch down to do it because he was almost a full head taller than me. As he did, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and yanked them halfway down my thighs. My cock sprang free, and he caught it like it was a snake about to bite, wrapping his fist around it and stroking it slowly between us. His other hand came around and palmed my bare ass cheek and made me moan. He quickly covered my mouth with his and stuck his tongue into my mouth. This grossed me out, and I tried to pull away, but he just drew me in tighter, and his tongue went further into my mouth. His kissing skills were impressive, and he tasted like green jello. I stopped pulling away and just let him do it. It was a sacrifice I was willing to pay to get a blow job.
He walked me backward toward the bed, my underwear falling to my ankles, and I stepped out of them and my sneakers as we walked. I was naked now, except for my socks, and he pushed me gently down onto the bed. My bare ass hitting the soft, cool blanket. He dropped to his knees between my legs and started kissing my inner thigh.
“Mmm,” I moaned. This was it; I was finally going to get a blow job.
He kept kissing his way towards my balls, stroking my cock as he did. When he got to that spot between my balls and my thigh, he started sucking on it like he did my neck. It felt so good, and it made me squirm. I instinctively put my hands on his head. His short, spiky hair gelled firm like a brillo pad and felt weird to touch. I fell backward on the mattress, spreading my legs wider for his head. His scruff tickled my balls as he sucked on that spot and eventually moved his mouth to my balls and sucked my right nut into his mouth. It was amazing! The pleasure mixed with the pain of his mouth sucking too tight on my testicle was so intense I moaned again, competing with the volume of the music this time. It only encouraged him to suck harder.
Just as I was about to pull him off because it was too much on my nut, he dropped that ball and moved on to my left nut.
“Oh my God,” I groaned, running my fingers through my hair as I squirmed. Anthony was right, this is fucking amazing!
The guy, whose face I hadn’t even seen, was working my cock and balls, and I was quickly getting close to cumming, but I wanted to hold off until he put my dick in his mouth. I needed to get at least that far tonight, but I didn’t know how to signal to him to put it in his mouth, and he seemed to be really enjoying sucking my skin where he was.
Fuck it feels good, but I need more attention on my cock. I did the only thing I could think to do, and I put my heels up on the mattress and spread my legs a little wider, lifting my ass up as I tried to rock my hips and detach his lips to get him moving. It worked, too.
He let go of my dick and grabbed the back of my thighs in his big hands, effortlessly pushing my knees towards my head, and he licked my balls, tonging them until he finally licked up my shaft, which must have been coated in my precum from all the excitement. That didn’t seem to bother him, though. He continued to lick me like a melting snow cone, his hands letting my ass back down onto the bed as they massaged their way to my groin, and he finally took my cock in his mouth.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I groaned, the feeling of his moist warm mouth completely enveloping all six inches of my circumcised cock with the littlest of effort. I lurched forward as the head popped into his throat, “Oh shit, ungh…”
I felt him moan on my dick; the vibration was almost enough to push me over the edge. I gyrated my hips, trying to restrain myself from fucking his mouth as my heels dug into the mattress, my feet curled up, and my toes crossed over themselves inside my socks from the intense pleasure. His hands pushed my legs into a frog-like position, as his hands formed a diamond around my balls and cock, his thumbs meeting on that small space between my asshole and my balls.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I moaned as his thumbs pressed hard on that spot below my balls, and I felt my insides tingle. The entire world was spinning in colors in tune with the music coming from downstairs. This is heaven. When the thumb from his right hand dropped further down and centered on my ass hole, I moaned even more. It felt so weird but so good at the same time; my hips rocked as he gently massaged me and slowly bobbed up and down on my cock. His thump kept pressing dead center on my hole like he was trying to get my hole to scan his thumbprint for security access or something. I would’ve told him to stop if it didn’t feel so damn good.
He pulled my cock out of his mouth and stroked it with his left hand. I heard him lick his right hand, and then he rubbed the saliva on my ass hole, pushing it into the ring with his thumb. The pressure felt so good until he pushed even harder, and his thumb broke into my hole.
“Ahh, fuck,” I hissed as my abs tightened, and I sat up. He quickly put my cock back in his mouth and used his free hand to push on my stomach, pushing me back down flat on my back. His thumb stayed in my hole as he bobbed up and down. The sting quickly went away, and now, there was just more of that good pressure, but an inch inside my ring. I didn’t hate it, and I was loving the blow job. The sudden entrance into my hole pushed my orgasm down a little, and I felt like he was starting from scratch. “Mmm,” I moaned, feeling him suck harder and wiggle his thumb a little inside me.
He moaned on my dick again and kept going. His free hand still rubbed my stomach as far up as he could reach and then back down through my pubes to my thigh and repeated back up. I started to relax on his thumb and realized this felt really fucking good and found myself rocking my hips up into his mouth, which was only driving his thumb deeper into my hole, but that’s ok…fuck, it feels so good.
He continued this for about ten more minutes, once again bringing me to the bring before he let my cock fall from his mouth and his thumb pulled from my hole. He hooked his hands under my knees and pushed my legs towards my chest. He sucked on one of my balls, then the other quickly, and then licked up my ass crack, over my hole back up to my balls. Never in my life did I dream someone would put their tongue on my ass hole, but holy fuck did that feel good. I need him to do it again.
I rocked my hips up, moving my hole closer to his tongue, and he took the hint. His tongue quickly settled right on my hole. Circling it, crossing it, pushing into it in place of his thumb, and it felt so good I forgot all about my dick.
“Oh God, that’s good,” I groaned, hooking my elbows under my knees to hold my legs back for him and let him make a meal out of my ass.
He pawed at my ass cheeks, spreading them so he could get his mouth on my hole, pushing his tongue deeper into me. I didn’t know my ass was a pleasure zone; I thought that was just for girls and gays, but wow…I get it now. I let him eat me out for at least three or four song changes downstairs before he pulled out and got off the bed.
I just held myself in place, unsure if that was it. I could hear him in the darkness rummaging through some drawers until he found what he was looking for and quickly climbed back on the bed. I heard a click and what sounded like a mostly empty ketchup bottle squirting and then wetness on my ass hole. A cold but very slick wetness. His thumb rubbed it into my hole, pushing in completely, which wasn’t as good as his tongue, but he pulled it out just as quickly. Then I felt something hot and rubbery and soft but very hard rubbing up and down my slick ass hole, settling on my pucker. Then it thumped on my hole and I realized that wasn’t his fingers or thumb, that is his dick. Before I could rub two brain cells together, he started to push the head into my hole, and the pressure was intense.
“Ahhh, shit,” I groaned as the head pushed into my ring, lighting a fire inside me. “I don’t…ungh,” he pushed a little deeper. “I’m not gay,” I groaned.
He chuckled, “You could’a fooled me,” I heard his voice in a deep, almost growl I hadn’t heard until now. His hands moved up my thighs until they hooked in the back of my knees, pushing them until they were pressing against my shoulders, and my ass was taking a third inch of his dick.
“Oh god, ungh,” I groaned. The discomfort was intense; the stretching of my hole felt like I was being torn in half. I didn’t sign up for this; I only wanted a blow job. He pushed hard and the rest of his cock sank into my hole in one shove, the pain was overwhelming, I nearly blacked out from the pain. “Ahhh, fu–”
“Shhh, just relax; it’s my turn,” he said as I felt his pelvis grinding into my ass, my balls being tickled by his pubes as his cock twitched inside my burning ring of fire.
“Ungh…Jesus, it hurts,” I choked out, trying to catch my breath.
“Just breathe,” He said, leaning into me and then started kissing me. His kiss was so much more sensual than the quick intrusion of his cock into my hole. To his credit, he gave me plenty of time to adjust to his cock as he kissed me, his tongue dancing with mine. His hands released my legs onto his muscular shoulders and made their way up to the back of my head, massaging me and helping me relax. He broke our kiss and started to suck on my neck, which melted me. I let out a moan, and he rocked his hips into me.
“Ungh…fuck,” I groaned.
His hips rocked again, this time pulling out an inch or two before thrusting right back in. He moaned into my neck, gently biting the skin, which only intensified the pleasure. My toes curled on the next thrust as his dick dug deep into me.
The music was thumping downstairs, and he started to rock his hips in tune with the bass. The burn was still in my hole, but it was quickly being replaced with a pleasure deeper inside me. The faster he fucked me, the better it felt.
“Oh fuck,” I moaned.
“Yeah, baby, take my dick,” his words grumbled in my ear. It only now hit me that I was losing my virginity to this guy. I was his bitch right now.
“Are you wearing a condom?” I asked him, my hands feeling the muscles in his back as they tensed with each thrust of his hips into me.
“Uh-huh,” he moaned into my neck before making his way back to my lips.
His tongue went quickly into my mouth as we kissed, and he pumped into me. I’ve never felt so good, so slutty, so dirty, so horny all at the same time. His arms wrapped tight around me, and his weight on my legs had me pinned. I could barely breathe under him, but I was experiencing a level of pleasure I only imagined existed and certainty not like this.
“I’m getting close,” he bucked into me, his hips slamming so hard into my ass the sound beat out the music. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned.
I could feel his cock swelling inside me, and I hung onto him as he hung onto me and thrust hard into me. I felt all of his muscles stiffen as he moaned in my ear. His hot breath let out an almost inaudible “Ah,” as his cock twitched inside me several times, soothing my insides as his cock continued to pulse. “Fuck,” his last breath whispered before his rigid body relaxed on top of me. He shivered on me one more time before he pushed himself up. His hands holding my knees pinned to my shoulders still as he slowly pulled all of his inches out of my very lubed-up hole until I felt the tip slip out and my hole closed tightly. “Fu-uck,” he groaned and chuckled, sitting on his haunches, releasing my legs to slowly relax at his sides.
“Your turn,” he said in a much kinder voice than earlier; dropping between my legs, he took my soft dick in his mouth. The sucking and bobbing quickly brought me back to life, and I was rigid in seconds, squirming as he inserted a finger into my hole, then a second finger. He sought out what I would later find is my prostate as he bobbed up and down, when he found it he pressed on it like it was a video game controller button over and over again.
Within a minute, I was already on the brink and couldn’t hold back. My abs tightened, my ass tightened around his fingers, and my hips thrust into his mouth, “I’m cumming,” I groaned as my balls throbbed and unloaded into his mouth. “Oh fuck,” my body convulsed as shot after shot of my cum hit the back of his throat, and he swallowed every drop. “Oh…ungh,” I groaned as he sucked out the last drops and let my cock fall from his mouth. He slowly pulled his fingers from my hole and let me catch my breath.
I tried to see his face in the darkness, but I could only make out the shape of him. I memorized every detail I could see as he got off the bed and pulled on his underwear. “Thanks for that; I needed some ass,” he said before opening the door, letting the dim but seemingly bright light of the hallways wash into the room, and he ducked out.
I just lay there, basking in the post-orgasmic bliss, feeling my body, taking deep breaths. A minute or two went by before a couple burst into the room, not giving a shit that I was laying on the bed naked, and fell onto it next to me, pawing at each other as they geared up for some kind of sex. I didn’t want to stick around to witness it, though, so I quickly got off the bed and frantically searched the room for my underwear. When I found them, I yanked them on in a rush, the waistband rolling and tangling in itself as I rushed out the door, pulling it closed behind me.
My head was still spinning as I tried to get my barrings. I bobbed and weaved through the crowd of people and made my way to the door where I was handed my bag of clothes. I haphazardly pulled them on, skipping the t-shirt and pulling my hoodie on, pulling my baggy jeans on over my shoes and almost falling over.
As soon as I was out the door I stumbled down the stairs, needing the handrail to keep me from falling down completely. Then I ran all the way back to my dorm. Not really breathing, not thinking, just ran all the way back.
I didn’t turn on the light in the room, my roommate was passed out. I stripped down to just the briefs as soon as quickly as I could and got into bed. The room was spinning, and I felt sleep creeping up on me. I snuck my hand into the underwear below my balls to feel my ass hole which felt kind of sore. There was a wetness. I was scared it was blood; I brought it to my nose and gave it a sniff. It was cum. The unmistakable smell of cum. Did that fucking guy cum inside me? I stuck my finger deeper into my ass to make sure it wasn’t just on the outside, and sure enough, my insides were flooded with cum.
My finger in my hole felt…kinda good, though. My dick was hard again, my heart was racing, and as I wiggled my finger in my tight hole, the cum helped it stay lubed up. I pulled the underwear down to my knees and started stroking my cock furiously. Stretching my legs under the covers so I could spread them wider and get my now two fingers deeper into my hole as I brought myself to the second orgasm of the night. This time my cum splattered and pooled on my abs and belly button, coating my pubes as my fingers clicked and sloshed in my ass hole. I twitched and squeezed out the last of my cum before pulling my fingers out.
I reached to the side of my bed and picked up the first shirt I could grab to clean up my cum. Pulling the briefs off and wadding them up in the cum covered t-shirt, I tucked both deep under my bed and passed the fuck out.
When I woke up nude, the sun was shining into the room. My roommate was already gone. I took a long hot shower, thoroughly cleaning my sore ass hole, hoping to wash away last night's gay sex…but it was not just on me, it was in me. There was no way I could wash it away, and I’m not sure I really want to.
I looked in the mirror, the hickies all over my neck were going to be hard to explain, I’m just glad I’m the only one who knows what really happened.
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Brendan Gavin
Fuck that was so hot
