A college golf player learns to cum handsfree

This week, I had to travel to a small Midwestern town for work. Being the cocky New Yorker that I am, part of me was dreading spending a whole week in Redneckland. But the other part of me was excited to go on my first solo business trip. I’m Brandon, a 25-year-old 2nd year associate at a law firm in the city. My first year as a new hire was mostly spent in the office, skimming through thousands of pages of contracts and addendums. The fact I was now trusted to go on a site visit by myself was a big step up for me. I was moving up in the world!

On Monday morning, one of the partners and I flew from New York to Indianapolis and then drove two hours to the client site, a big manufacturing facility. The partner was only there for a day, but I would stay for the entire week. After the partner introduced me… to the client, he left me on my own to handle the rest of the site visit.

Since we were in a sleepy little town in the middle of cornfields, there was no proper Hilton or Marriott to choose from. Instead, we had to stay at a Holiday Inn Express, the kind you can see from the highway, sandwiched in between the supersized McDonald’s arches and the yellow shellfish of the gas station sign. Outside of fast-food joints, my only two dining options were a Cracker Barrel and an Applebee’s. Once the partner had left, things felt a bit lonely and dining alone kind of sucked.

Although I didn’t want any hiccup on my first business trip, I also secretly hoped I’d be able to score some corn-fed Midwestern ass later in the week. But most of the hotel patrons were retired couples and middle-aged salesmen. I’d probably end up with my trusted right hand.

That was until Wednesday, when several groups of college age golf players showed up at the hotel. From what I could tell, there was a college golf tournament of some sort going on because all the players were wearing their school colors. Those were all local universities I had never heard of. Some might even have been community colleges.

But I was pretty excited to see all that fresh meat rocking in the Holiday Inn Express, especially after the severe drought of the first couple of days. Certainly, there would be a few closeted students in the bunch. And scoring a student athlete was just what the doctor ordered to cure lonely nights. That’s if you consider golf players to be real athletes, of course.

And just like that, the hotel went from quieter than a morgue to rowdier than Vegas on a Saturday night: Dozens of young hunks hanging out shirtless in the hallways, room doors cranked open with the swing bar lock, 12-packs of beer by the busload, and the occasional smell of pot later in the evening. In the morning, the hallways looked like a bomb had gone off, littered with empty pizza boxes and trash cans overflowing with dead beer cans.

Although not all of them were Adonis’s, there was enough candy to keep my eyes wandering, in the lounge where they served breakfast in the morning, in the tiny hotel gym, and in the hot tub and swimming pool area. Luckily, I had brought swim trunks, just in case. And, after a good work out to make my muscles bulge, I headed to the hot tub to relax.

I don’t like to brag, or maybe I do, but quite a few heads turned when I entered the pool area wearing my loose basketball shorts and my tight tank top. 25-years-old seems to be that magic age when you still have an edge over college students, but you’re still young enough that they don’t treat you like their parents or their professors.

I’m 6’3”, 190 lbs, and there wasn’t a single one of these college golfers who had my defined muscles. Although some of them could already grow a beard, a lot of them were still in that in-between stage where they start having some scruff but can’t really fill in their entire cheeks. My thick dark 7-day beard stood out in the lot. And when I took my tank top off, revealing my hairy chest, there was no question who the alpha in the room was.

I would never dare bringing a pair of Speedos to a small Midwestern town, but I had brought fitted swim trunks, the kinds that look like boxer briefs and cup my ass and my package nicely. They were a light blue color that created shadows around my forms and made it obvious my package was proportionally sized to the rest of my body. All eyes were on me by that point and conversations in the hot tub had stopped, every guy waiting to see whether I’d be heading to the pool or to the hot tub.

The hot tub was big enough for six people and there were already six guys in there. When it became obvious that the hot tub was where I was headed, one of the guys figured out it was time for him to exit and make room for me. The two guys on each side of the now empty spot moved to the side, to make more room for my broad shoulders. There was an awkward silence when I stepped into the hot tub, especially at the moment when my bulge was at eye level and all five guys were looking at it, trying not to stare, but mentally calculating how much bigger my rock-hard cock would be in comparison to theirs. None of the five guys were anywhere close to being as masculine as me and there was no doubt that I had the biggest cock in the tub.

I sized up the other five guys and could tell a couple of them felt a little twitch in their shorts when I settled in, with my arms spread eagle on the lip of the tub, exposing my hairy armpits. But the one who really caught my attention was the guy right across from me: cute, closeted, virgin. Jackpot!

By the way, the reason I knew this is because I have superpowers. I can read people’s minds. This gives me a huge edge when I’m hunting for dick. This closeted golf player was all mine from now on and I’d be using my mind-reading powers to reel him in.

He looked like he was 20 or 21 years old, probably a junior. He had what looked like a 2-day stubble. Not a well-groomed manicured short beard like mine. His was just lazy hair from a guy who doesn’t bother shaving every day. He had a bit of a Tom Cruise look to him, but much younger and much taller, probably 6’3” like me, maybe even 6’4”, although it was hard to tell exactly in the hot tub. But he was skinnier than me, 170 lbs by the looks of it, 175 lbs at most. He was skinny but still had defined muscles, either from just playing golf or maybe even supplemented by a few trips to the gym. He didn’t really have chest hair but had a little patch of hair growing right in-between his pecs, which couldn’t have been more than an inch wide and two inches tall. But because his hair was dark, his patch was noticeable, especially when wet. He had nice hairy armpits too. And since his arms weren’t huge, hairs were peeking out in-between his inner arms and the side of his chest. I couldn’t really label him. He was not nearly as masculine as me, but he wasn’t completely twinky either.

But he had a killer smile that would make the biggest alpha melt every time. He also had a large tattoo that covered his entire left shoulder and left arm down to his elbow. Some kind of tribal motif that looked great on him. Not nearly enough to make him look badass, but enough to signal he had a wild side.

The thing that really confused me though, was that he was screaming small dick energy. How small could the dick of a 6’4” student athlete possibly be? I could also sense he was a virgin. No just a gay virgin. A real virgin. It’s not often you see juniors still being virgins, especially if they’re good looking and student athletes. Maybe his small dick was the dark secret he kept to himself, and he didn’t want any boyfriend or girlfriend to spill the bean to the entire world.

The hot tub had remained quiet ever since I got in, none of these students daring to break the silence. I felt I was the one who had to put them at ease.

‘How long are you guys in town for?’ I asked the group, although I was looking specifically at Tall Tom Cruise in front of me when I asked the question.

‘Until Sunday’ he replied. ‘We’re here for a golf tournament, but we got here earlier to familiarize ourselves with the course.’

‘Nice! I’m a lawyer in New York. I’m here to visit a client’ I replied. ‘I’m Brandon by the way.’

‘Tyler’ he replied.

The other guys also gave me their names, but I couldn’t care less. Tyler was my guy, and I was going to remain laser-focused on him from now on.

After a few minutes of small chat, I could tell Tyler needed to go to the bathroom to relieve his aching bladder from all the beer he and his buddies had been drinking. I got up just before he did, so that it wouldn’t look like I was following him. I got to the bathroom first. There were only two urinals. The one on the right was for adults. The one on the left was for little boys and was barely above the ground. I took the adult one, leaving Tyler with no other option than the little boy one. He could also have chosen the stall, like pencil-dickers normally do, but I knew he wanted to be next to me and check out my goods. The height of urinals always seems to be designed with midgets in mind and, if you’re 6’3”, even the normal ones are way too low. But the little boy ones are just ridiculous, especially for Tyler who was indeed an inch taller than me.

There was a divider in-between the two urinals. Fuck! I hope the asshole who invented dividers is rotting in hell, being double-penetrated back-to-back by a mile-long line of angry gay guys who have been denied their God-given right to peek at other guys’ dicks at the urinal. Luckily though, the bathroom was poorly designed. There was a half-wall in front of the urinals, and the divider only went up to the half wall. Anybody taller than 5’10” could still see over the divider, kind of defying the whole purpose. Since we were both tall, we could easily peek at each other’s dick if we tried to.

I whipped my dick out of my swim trunks, exposing my hairy pubes and my dick and balls. Since my goal was to establish dominance over Tyler from the get-go, I didn’t hold my dick in my fingers, the way you normally do when you take a piss. Instead, I laid my hand flat underneath, like if I was holding a bird in my hand and let my dick rest on the palm of my hand, like if I was laying a pipe. I’m lucky enough that I’m a shower and my dick is well-sized, even when I’m soft. If I happen to be at quarter-mast, still soft-looking but more blood-engorged than normal, my dick is already longer and girthier than a small-dicked guy who’s rock-hard. My dick was resting on my hand, long enough that my dickhead was hanging past my last finger. I started pissing, a vulgarly loud stream, my eyes staring at the wall in front of me.

I never caught Tyler peeking at my dick, since I was looking straight ahead, but I know he did because electric shocks went through his brain when he saw the size of my sausage vs. his boy-size dick. My mind-reading powers couldn’t have missed that explosion inside his brain.

When I was halfway through my leak, I turned slightly towards him pretending to strike up a casual conversation… at the urinal.

‘So, Tyler, do you have good hopes for the tournament?’ I asked.

Although I was looking at his face while talking, I was able to catch a glimpse of his dick. Holy shit! It was small indeed, both short and skinny. The dick you would expect from a guy who’s 5’4”, not 6’4”. My dick was still lying flat on the palm of my hand while a big stream of piss was still jetting out. Unless he only stared at the wall in front of him, Tyler was forced to have a side view of my schlong.

He turned his head to look at me and said: ‘I think I’m gonna do well. I know this course pretty well already, and I’m already familiar with the tricky spots.’

He was still pissing too but was holding his dick with both hands, trying to conceal his undersized boyhood from me. I couldn’t see much of it, just the little dickhead peeking out of his fingers, and the yellow stream, which flowrate was much lower than mine. I don’t think my dick had been that small since when I was 10-years-old or something.

I was done pissing and I shook my dick to let the last few drops dribble out. Even if he was looking straight in front of him, the corner of his eyes couldn’t help but catch the motion of my big fat cock being shaken dry.

‘Holy fuck! That’s a big dick!’ was all that was going through his mind.

I was almost done washing my hands by the time Tyler got to the sink. I readjusted my dick inside my swim trunks and smiled at him as I was about to leave. He smiled back. No word was exchanged as to what there was to smile about, but we both knew. I could feel his eyes staring at my ass as I made my way out of the bathroom.

I walked back to the hot tub where nobody had dared to take my spot. And we started chatting again.

‘So, Brandon. Did you play any sport in college?’ one of the guys asked.

‘Yeah. I was on a track scholarship’ I replied. ‘I did pole vaulting’.

‘Really?!?!?’ all the guys exclaimed.

I get that a lot. Pole vaulting is not really the answer you expect. Everybody knows it exists. It looks technical and almost acrobatic. But you don’t run into pole vaulters every day. So, it always comes as an odd ball and is a good conversation starter. It certainly situates me vs. the plain vanilla guys who played soccer or baseball… or golf!

‘Were you any good at it?’ another guy asked.

‘I made the national championship my senior year’ I replied with false modesty. ‘But pole vaulting is different. There aren’t as many of us. So, it’s a lot easier to be a top dog than in sports that are more competitive’.

Still, having qualified for the national championship, of any sport, solidified my alpha status among these young bucks who’d be happy to make state.

‘And do you play golf?’ Tyler asked.

‘I know how to play’ I responded, ‘but I’m not particularly good at it’.

‘I bet you could take me down any day’ I added, staring at Tyler as I pronounced those words, knowing damn well that I’m the one who would take him down later tonight.

‘It feels like you guys own the place’ I said. ‘How many rooms did you guys book?’

‘There’s eight different teams’ one of the guys replied, ‘plus all the coaches and even a couple of parents’.

‘Where are you guys’ rooms?’ I asked.

‘We’re on the 2nd floor’ one responded.

‘I’m on the 3rd floor: 314’ I continued, ‘I think Manchester U. is on my floor’.

I could see that Tyler’s lusty brain registered my room number.

‘You should show me a map of the golf course with the tricky spots you were telling me about’ I suggested to Tyler. He nodded.

‘Well, Gentlemen! I have a call with my boss in 10 minutes. I’ll leave you to it’ I declared.

I got up, making sure my schlong was in Tyler’s face on my way out; my treasure trail soaking wet; my swim trunks cupping my package even more so than when they were dry. Tyler’s eyes never left my dick when I stood up, and never left my ass as I stepped out of the hot tub.

I called my boss and ordered a pizza that I ate while reviewing documents.

I was watching YouTube videos on my computer when I heard a knock on my door. I opened the door and Tyler was standing in the hallway, a map of the golf course in his hand. I let him in and closed the door behind him.

‘We both know why you’re here’ I told him, ‘So, let’s cut to the chase’.

I grabbed the map from him, threw it on the desk, pulled him toward me and started kissing him. He kissed me right back and we started making out, in a somewhat rough but still romantic way.

I normally like rough sex, especially when I’m popping cherry. But that’s because I normally go after guys who have fucked before, even if they’ve never been fucked themselves. I’m just doing to them what they’ve already done to others. But Tyler was a real virgin, not just an ass virgin. He looked so gentle and innocent. I wanted his first time to be special. If I could have laid rose petals on the bed cover, I would have. But I could also see the fire in his eyes, and I had to give him what he craved for.

I grabbed my hardon through my pants and told him ‘Go for it! You know that’s what you want!’

He got down on his knees, lowered my zipper and fished my hard cock out of my pants. I was free balling, anticipating that Tyer would show up at my doorsteps, and wanting to make things easier for him. Once the cat was out of the bag, so to speak, Tyler sucked on my dick like a piglet who had just found the sow’s tits for the very first time. He had needs to fulfill, and a dick in his mouth was what he needed, apparently. I could sense a million emotions racing through his mind while he stretched his jaws to accept my girth in his mouth.

While he was busy sucking my dick, I unbuttoned my shirt, my hairy chest now on full display for when he would come back for air. From the hot tub earlier, I knew Tyler was digging my chest hair. I also unbuttoned my pants and was now fully naked.

I asked him to get up and we started making out again.

There was a large mirror on the wall opposite the bed, a tall one, like the mirrors you find in the dressing room at a clothing store. We moved in front of the mirror, me completely naked, standing behind Tyler still fully dressed. He was wearing a golf shirt, of course, and khaki pants. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head to take it off. I then unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He lifted his feet to get out of his pants and kicked them out of the way. I was now standing naked behind him, him almost naked in front of me, just wearing his red boxer briefs, his little dick pocking out.

I wrapped my arms around him, my hands tracing his package through his briefs. And I started kissing the side of his neck. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back a little to give me better access to his neck. I could feel his heart pounding in his chest underneath my left arm. I grabbed the waistband of his boxer briefs and lowered them to expose his undersized package. His dick sprung out. It was small but made up for its small size with its enthusiasm. In a dick-tionary, a picture of his dick could have been used to illustrate the definition of ‘pencil dick’. It wasn’t long, probably 5 inches, but it was still thin enough that it looked skinny, even vs. its short length. But his dick was nice, albeit small. Nice dickhead, cut, nice constant girth, nice upward bend, no protruding veins, or discoloration. ‘Cute’ is probably the last word a guy wants to hear when referring to his manhood. But ‘cute’ was absolutely the right word to describe Tyler’s dick. His balls were nicely hanging too, not too low but not close to his body either. And the exact right size for his dick.

‘I’m sorry that’s all I got for you’ Tyler said, embarrassed by his little secret.

‘Don’t say that, Babe’ I objected, ‘You’re doing great!’

I was still pressing against him from behind, both of us facing the mirror. I grabbed his boyhood with my right hand, while my left hand rubbed the little patch of chest hair in-between his pecks. My thick cock was pocking against his lower back, in-between his ass cheeks, while my hairy chest was brushing against the soft skin of his scapula. Tyler had a full bush above his dick and didn’t seem to manscape. I guess if nobody is ever allowed around your package, there is no need to spend time making it more presentable. Or maybe, when you have a small dick, you need all the masculinity you can get, and untrimmed pubes help. He also had a nice dark treasure trail travelling from his pubes up to his navel.

We both looked at the reflection of his naked body in the mirror. I whispered in his ear: ‘You look so sexy, Babe!’ and he smiled, looking at my face in the mirror. I brought both my hands to his nipples and started squeezing them gently while I went back to kissing his neck. Tyler purred, with his little dick throbbing on its own. Precum starting to form at the tip of his dick.

I put my right hand’s middle finger in his mouth and made him lick it like a lollipop. Once my finger was coated with his spit, I brought it to his hole and started rubbing against his rosebud. Tyler almost jumped when he felt my finger so close to his unviolated fortress.

‘It’s OK, Babe’ I whispered, ‘Let your man inside you’.

When my finger dried up after a couple of minutes of teasing his entrance, I moved it back to his mouth and he swallowed it again, coating it with more spit. I brought it back to his hole and, this time, I pushed in, and broke his barrier. He gasped. I slid the first knuckle in and out of his ring to loosen him up, before pushing in further, allowing my whole finger to invade his hole.

’You’re doing great, Babe’ I whispered in his ear, while I played with his left nipple with my other hand.

His mind was racing, trying to cope with all the novelty at once, an alpha male grabbing him from behind, my big cock pressing against his lower back, his little dick having been touched by another guy for the very first time, and now his virgin hole being penetrated, albeit just by a finger.

I started gliding my finger up and down his tunnel, also twisting it, to break him in.

‘I’m gonna put a second finger in, Babe’ I whispered in his ear.

I could see a little bit of panic in his eyes.

‘Don’t worry. It’ll be fine. You’re doing great’ I kept whispering.

I took my middle finger out of his hole and brought both my middle finger and my index finger to his mouth. He sucked on them again, coating them with more spit.

My second finger did not get in as easily as the first one. His ring sealed shut, trying to resist the invasion.

‘Relax, Babe’ I whispered. ‘Open your hole for me. Don’t fight back’.

I pushed harder, forcing my two digits inside. He winced a bit, but my fingers eventually broke in, breaking his barrier for the second time. With two fingers inside his hole, I was able to reach further in, and quickly located the golden buzzer inside his mancave.

There was complete silence in the room. He didn’t say a word, but I could hear his breathing intensify. And without any warning, he groaned. And a big glob of his boy juice shot out of his dick, crashing onto the mirror in front of us, at waist level, followed by a second one and a third one, which landed further down on the mirror, and started dripping down the glass.

I hadn’t fingered him for more than 10 seconds and he came handsfree, just from me rubbing his G-spot with my two fingers. Although I’d love to take credit for my amazing fingering skills, this was clearly the accidental release of a virgin touched for the very first time, and easily overwhelmed by his first sexual encounter.

‘I’m so sorry!’ Tyler said, ashamed of his accidental release.

‘Don’t be sorry, Babe. You’re doing great!’ I reiterated.

And I started kissing his neck again. My hard cock leaking precum on his lower back. He turned his head, and we started making out, me rubbing my hands against his chest and fondling his nipples, him grabbing my muscular ass and squeezing my hairy butt cheeks.

‘Let’s move to bed’ I said. ‘I want more than just my fingers inside you’.

I knew he did too, even if the geometry of my manhood kind of scared him. We both walked towards the bed, and he climbed on it, lying on his back, with his legs spread apart. His knees were up, forming a triangle with the sole of his feet on the bed covers, kind of like he was at the doctor for a rectal exam. I got on top of him, my hard dick pressing against his, my face inches from his.

‘Tyler, the last thing I want is to hurt you, but there is no way around the fact that my cock is thick. Are you sure you’re ready to do this?’ I asked.

‘Yes, I am’ he replied, ‘I’ve wanted to get fucked my whole life’.

‘Let’s have you ride me then’ I said. ‘I’ll lay on my back, and you can straddle me. Just lower yourself at your own pace’ I added. ‘Take your time’.

He did as I said. I grabbed a bottle of lube and greased up my pole, while also sliding a gooey finger back inside his virgin hole. He lined up his hole on my dickhead. He closed his eyes and titled his head back, like an actress in a shampoo commercial who’s about to splash water in slow motion. And he slowly lowered his body, impaling himself on my thick 7-incher. Because I had just fingered him and my dickhead has a pointy shape, the initial entry went smoothly. But he started grimacing, the further down he went, as the girthiest part of my rod split his virgin hole in half, stretching it wider than he ever thought possible. But he took it like a champ, lowering himself further, until I felt his ass on my thighs. He was tight everywhere, not just at the ring, my cock filling his boycunt with all its grith, stretching his inner walls, exploring his depths.

We just stayed still for a moment. Me not moving to allow his burning hole to adjust to my girth. Him impaled on my club, his skinny dick standing proudly and throbbing in front of me.

‘I’m inside you, Babe’ I said. ‘You’re no longer a virgin’.

And as soon as I pronounced these few words, he let out a guttural ‘Aaarrrggghhhhhhh!’ and his little dick started spraying more boy juice, without even being touched. His first volley landed in my beard, the next one on my neck, the others coating my hairy chest with his white virgin spunk. I couldn’t believe that his emotions were so overwhelming that he didn’t need any stimulation beyond just being filled to the brim. His dick was spasming with every squirt and his whole body was convulsing. I had never witnessed anything so strange, but so touching at the same time.

He opened his eyes and saw my beard and chest hair soiled with his jizz.

‘I’m so sorry!’ he said again.

‘Don’t be sorry, Babe!’ I responded. ‘It was beautiful to watch’.

We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. I hadn’t cummed yet and my cock was still lodged inside his chute. I rubbed a finger in my chest hair to collect some of his virgin nectar and brought it to my mouth. It tasted like normal cum, not any different, salty and a little sour. I rubbed my finger a second time and brought it to his mouth. He swallowed his own jizz. We both smiled.

‘Do you think you still have milk in the tank?’ I asked.

‘Of course, I do’ he responded.

‘In that case, I’m gonna start fucking you’ I continued.

‘Please do!’ he said. ‘Please, fuck me!’

I started raising my hips a little, lifting his whole body up and down with every thrust. He started rocking as well, sliding his tight ring up and down my thick trunk. His dick, which had barely deflated following his second release was now back to full hardness. His hands grabbed my knees behind his back, giving him more support to increase his range. He was now riding me like a seasoned bottom, apparently impervious to the thickness of my rod.

‘Let’s change position’ I said. ‘I need to rail you deeper’.

I stood up, grabbing Tyler, still impaled on my cock. I grabbed a pillow and flipped him on his back, without ever pulling out. I was now fucking him missionary style. He wrapped his legs around me, locking his feet on the small of my back, and wrapped his hands behind my neck.

‘You’d better fasten your seatbelt. It’s gonna get rough out there’ I joked. ‘You’re about to get the full Brandon experience’.

‘Seatbelt fastened, Captain!’ he responded.

I could have walked on all fours on the bed, and Tyler would still have been hanging underneath me, like a baby sloth holding on to his mom for his dear life. His boycunt was tight, the exact tightness you would expect from a virgin hole being torn apart by a girthy schlong. But he was taking it like a champ. My cock was in pure ecstasy, being squeezed by so much tightness. I grabbed his hands and unwrapped them from around my neck, placing them underneath his neck. I now had a full view of his hairy armpits spread out. This might sound weird, but for some reason, I love watching the armpits of my bottoms when I fuck them. I buried my nose in his right armpit and licked the sweat off his hair. Tyler was probably ticklish as he purred like a tiger when I did that. On his left arm, the tribal tattoo continued inside his armpit. He most likely had to shave when he got his ink done.

I eventually raised my torso, holding my ankles behind me with my hands, while Tyler still had his legs wrapped around my waist. When looking down at my cock, I could see the skin at the edge of his ring being pulled out on my way out, and rammed back in with every push. That position also gave me a great angle to smash his G-spot. And Tyler was grunting with every stab: ‘Argh, argh, argh!’ Even though he wasn’t super muscular, he had a completely flat stomach, from the absence of body fat more so than from having muscular abs. I swear I could see a little mound pocking with every thrust, the tip of my cock smacking his lower stomach from inside, right under his belly button.

I lowered my body back down and started biting the stubble on his chin. And I unleashed the horsepower, jackhammering his little cunt at 120bpm. His grunting turned into a continuous ‘Arghargharghargh’, vibrating under the assault of my power tool, his own dick shaking with the vibrations. I could tell he wouldn’t be able to resist my pounding much longer, and I was about to make him cum for the third time. My low hanging balls were smacking both his ass and my thighs, making an obscene noise with every thrust that really turned me on. But Tyler was hanging on, weathering my pounding like a trooper. Although I was giving him everything I had, I came to the realization that he was going to make me cum first. Shit! The little virgin could withstand the pounding of my big fat cock. Meanwhile, I’m the one who couldn’t resist the tightness of his boycunt.

‘I’m getting close, Babe!’ I whispered in his ear. ‘I’m gonna shoot inside you’.

‘Yes, breed me!’ Tyler said.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck!’ I screamed as I couldn’t hold it anymore, and ropes and ropes of my cream discharged inside his virgin boycunt. ‘Aaarrrggghhh! Fuck!’

My alpha juice, which had been churning inside my balls for an hour, watching Tyler get off twice while my cock never got the chance to depressurize, got the best of me, as more and more of my spunk gushed out of my cock and flooded his mancave.

Only after I had started releasing my seeds inside his guts did Tyler cum for the third time, still not having manhandled his dick. Volleys of white spunk sprayed out of his cock and landed on his smooth chest and stomach. ‘How much milk could his small balls possibly store?’ I asked myself. His whole body was convulsing. I almost thought he was having a seizure. And his eyes were watering from the intensity of the pounding in his virgin hole.

I know this might sound narcistic, but I always derive intense pride from watching the face of a bottom experiencing an orgasmic explosion, knowing that it’s my dick that’s forcing that explosion out of him. As I was watching Tyler cum handsfree for the third time this evening, I got overwhelmed, and I felt my juice boiling inside my balls and rushing up my pole. My body tensed up, causing my cock to penetrate even deeper inside his cunt. I froze and… I came a second time, releasing several more volleys inside his guts, while I wasn’t even finished cumming from my first orgasm. I didn’t even think that was physically possible: reloading my gun while I was still shooting. It was out of this fucking world! I’m not sure if Tyler even noticed that my grunting had picked back up and this was now the second batch of my juice that his tight hole was milking out of my cock.

Once I was done exploding in his bunker, I pulled my still hard cock out, giving his cunt an opportunity to shrink back to a more appropriate size, although his overstretched ring was still gasping from the assault it had just endured. I lied on top of him, my cock resting on his drenched stomach. We were looking each other in the eyes. My blue eyes locked into his blue eyes.

‘You’re a great fuck Tyler, you know’ I whispered in his ear. ‘You were amazing!’

‘Thanks’ he said, turning all red. ‘Not that I have anything to compare it to. But it was incredible for me too’.

‘If only he knew’ I thought to myself. ‘The little virgin managed to make me cum first and then milked a second batch out of my balls. Wow!’

We both laid on our backs, catching our breath for a minute, and I turned my head towards him.

‘Babe. I’m not sure how to say this without sounding like an asshole’ I said. ‘You know you have a small dick, and you have insecurities about it. But your dick size doesn’t matter. You’re a natural bottom, an amazing one at that. You milked my balls like no veteran bottom ever has. And you were so fucking sexy when you were riding my cock. It was a trip just watching you. From now on, studs will be eating in the palm of your hand. You’ll get any guy you want’.

‘Thanks’ he said, with a big smile on his face.

I don’t consider myself to be a romantic guy. Far from it. But this rooky bottom just gave me some of the best sex of my life: incredibly hot but romantic at the same time. I’m glad I got a piece of him when I did. A year from now, once the word goes out on how much he can take a dick, there’ll be a mile-long line at his doorstep.

‘You gotta come up with an excuse as to why it took you so long to show me the golf course map’ I joked.

‘I’ll just say you taught me about pole vaulting’ he joked.

Tyler got dressed and left my room. But not before I kissed him goodbye. It was Wednesday night. I still had one more night in this hotel full of horny college students.