Getting to Know My Floor

"Oh man, it's excruciatingly hot and bright," Jack grouches. We were at the Bannerton Lake Park -- a huge flat public park the size of a small town -- for a charity bicycle ride. It was a forty-kilometer leisure ride, and the promise of cycling with a few hundred other athletic college students was incentive to sign up for the both of us. "And I gotta wear a top."

I looked down at myself. As rules required cyclists to pin number tags to both the front and back of our tops, we couldn't ride shirtless to fully enjoy the sun. Still, I wore the loosest tank top I could find, exposing skin from my shoulders down my sides, to the waistband of my mesh running shorts. The armholes were cut low so my pecs and large nipples were exposed if you looked through the sides, and my lats flared in the back with barely enough cloth to pin my number.

Jack was in a tight  blue wrestling singlet that looked like it was painted onto his handsome strapping wrestler's body. All the striations of his muscles were shown in relief, as well as his eight-pack of abs and nipples which were jutting out behind the lycra. He was freeballing, and the shape of his penis could be seen clearly, supported by orange-sized balls. Even when soft, Jack was already six inches and thick as a beer can, stretching down his right leg.

I looked around at the rest of the cyclists. There were at least a few hundred young men and women signed up for the ride, and most of the women were in bra tops with the men in singlets or lycra tees, and cycling shorts. I could tell that more than half the athletic guys would rather be riding shirtless from the way they were tugging uncomfortably at their tank tops, and adjusting their packages trapped in a wide variety of lycra shorts.

"Jack! JP!" I heard a familiar voice. It was Jason, one of the twins from our dorm floor. He was wearing a pair of thin light blue Aussiebums, and a loose-hanging tank top that showed everything like mine. He was sporting nipple rings today, and they peeked in and out of sight with every shift of his arms and torso.

"Yo," I greeted him. "Where's your better half?"

"That shithead is still sleeping," Jason grinned. Despite being identical twins and rooming together, the twins' personalities were sometimes as different as night and day. Jason was an early riser -- I often bumped into him in the showers early in the morning -- while Jenson was a night owl and slept till noon.

"Dude, don't your nipples chafe?" Jack flicked Jason's left nipple ring, then caught the nub and pulled on it.

"Ahhh," Jason moaned. "That's why i'm wearing this loose tee. Anyway, it's a leisure ride, I'm not gonna go fast."

"Yeah, otherwise your trunks will give you grief, dude," Jack was now pulling on Jason's Aussiebums with his other hand, tugging on the loose waistband that was secured with only a thin string. The trunks were already worn very thin and loose from use, and they draped over his waist and crotch like a second skin.

"Ohhh, dude, you're making me wet," Jason groaned.

"Hey, I haven't even touched you," Jack laughed.

"My nipple rings mark my erotic zones, dumbass," Jason countered. "You're pulling on it. Besides, I got some motivation to ride today."

"And what's that?" Jack looked all over Jason's bicycle. Jason turned away from us and pulled down his trunks.

"Hey, you don't have to moon us!" Jack shouted, mock covering his eyes with his hands.

"Ha ha, fuck dude, you've been drooling over this piece of ass for the past week," Jason laughed. "But it's not my ass I wanna show you. It's what's in my ass."

We both looked closely as Jason spread his ass cheeks. We could make out a flat, round rubber bung in between his perfectly round mounds.

"What's that?" I asked.

"It's a butt plug," Jason grinned. "It's specially shaped though, to stimulate the prostate specifically. I wear it when I'm gonna be bored but can't jerk off."

"Ohmygod, you fucking pervert!" Jack exclaimed with a shit-eating grin. "Does anyone know you have it inside?"

"Only my bro," Jason winked. "He has one too, and we put them in when we have to be in public. It feels like we're jerking off when we're sitting down. It makes us feel connected." Jason and Jenson are usually very touchy-feely even in public, hugging and grabbing each other's ass. In the dorm they would be either in trunks or naked, and cuddled or spooned while they studied, played games or watched TV. They were rarely apart.

"God, you guys are awesome," Jack was enthusiastic now. He turned to me. "You have one, JP?"

"No, but I think I'm gonna get one," I answered, more interested in grabbing the end of Jason's butt plug and pushing it in and out of his ass a few times. Jason gasped and held onto his bicycle as his dick chubbed up.

"Woah tiger," Jason stopped me as I was enjoying the show and pushing his knob harder. "I still wanna ride the 40 kilometers. We can save the cumming for later." He was getting flushed, and pulled up his trunks which were now sagging on his slim waist, held up only by his bubble butt.

"Sure," I winked at him, reaching into his trunks and grabbing his cock. There was some precum and I slicked my fingers on it. I brought my hand out, trailing his precum through the air, then licked it up and smeared the rest over my face. The sharp musk was invigorating, and my cock started to get hard.

"Hey, let's ride together," Jack suggested, clearly enjoying the show if the stiff pole in his wrestling singlet was anything to go by. There was no hiding his boner now that we were pushing our bikes toward the starting line, joining the rest of the crowd. Everyone else seemed to be well-behaved though, and I didn't see anyone with boners or wet spots, even as most of the young crowd were taking the opportunity to ogle and grope each other through the skin-hugging lycra.

"We might as well," I smiled. "If only to entertain ourselves."

"Something tells me I won't be the one entertaining," Jason smiled back.

TOOOOOOT!!

The starting horn sounded, and the cyclists sped off, bicycles gleaming in the bright morning sun, tanned skin and muscles jostling for space and filling up the wide lane in the park. There were some loud hoots and wolf-whistles as a speedo-clad group breezed past us.

"Fuckers," Jason called after them and laughed. "They're my diving teammates."

A thought crossed my mind. "Jason, dude," I asked. "Do you use the butt plug when you dive?"

Jason choked and his bicycle wobbled for a bit. "Ah... haha, no," Jason replied. "We need to concentrate when we dive. And having a large piece of rubber in your ass isn't very comfortable when you have to do somersaults and twists." He shot me a wicked grin. "But we sometimes train naked."

"You mean you skinny-dive!" Jack and I laughed.

"Yeah, it's pretty cool," Jason replied. We all knew that the divers were the horniest lot of athletes in the college.

"When can we go skinny-diving in your pool, JP?" Jack asked. He was referring to our college pool, because whenever I wasn't in class or in our room, I could usually be found in or around the pool.

"If you didn't know me by now," I teased Jack. "I skinny dip all the time." We all laughed.

The first ten kilometers flew by effortlessly, and most of the sweat on our bodies were from getting baked under the hot sun. Jack's singlet was drenched and see-through, and Jason's tank top was sticking to his back.

"Gah, I need to pee," Jack announced. "Too much Gatorade." He had drunk at least a liter of the stuff before we started.

"We'll have to stop and find a spot," I said. We were on a sunny stretch of park with few trees. There were no buildings nearby.

"Sorry Jack, it looks like you'll have to hold it a while longer," Jason grimaced. "Can you?"

"Err, I'm fucking about to go," Jack panted a bit.

Jason had a wicked gleam in his eyes. "Why don't you just go then?" He asked, adjusting his own soft bulge.

"What? Here?" Jack nearly fell off his bicycle. "But everyone will see me peeing! There's no bush or tree."

"Well you don't actually have to let everyone know you're peeing," Jason suggested. "Just... let it go while you're riding." His evil smirk was back.

"Oh..., you devil," Jack's face was red now, but he was smiling. "You were just waiting to give me that suggestion!"

"Well, I don't wanna stop. I'm just beginning to enjoy my butt ride." As if on cue, a wet spot started forming again on the front of his trunks.

"Okay, okay," Jack acquiesced. He fell silent and stared off to the horizon as we continued cycling companionably.

All of a sudden, there came a strong smell above the musk of sweat. I looked around, then at Jack. A single wet spot started from the crotch of his singlet, then spread downward toward the legs. When it reached the hem high on his muscular thighs, the thin material started getting soaked and soon a clear yellowish liquid began dripping from the hem. After another several seconds, the entire lower half of his singlet was soaked through and ballooned up. Jack reached down and lifted the hem of the right leg. Whoosh! A deluge of pee poured off his thigh onto his bicycle below, then got lost in the ground as he continue cycling. His singlet deflated and his thick cock became visible through the thin, wet material. Jack high-fived Jason with his wet hand.

"You really did it, you dog!" Jason shouted. Jack just grinned and heaved a sigh.

"Relief at last!" Jack had finally stopped peeing. "Oh, wet lycra and cycling motion is giving me wood." Sure enough, his cock began inflating inside his suit, which was still dripping with his piss. The smell of his piss was wafting through the air. I thought I saw a few cyclists looking around searching for the source.

"We better keep going," I whispered at my mates. "Don't wanna get caught for peeing in public!" We put on some speed and raced off, Jack's dripping bicycle leaving a wet trail behind us.

The next ten kilometers were uneventful to say the least. Jack's piss had dried and he had doused water over himself and his bicycle at the water point, so the acrid stink was only obvious if you stood right next to him. His boner had gone down, but his flaccid cock was still easily visible. Jason was riding in front of me, giving me a perfect view of his bubble butt encased in his very thin and worn Aussiebum trunks. The string holding up the waistband was loose, so it sagged lower and lower with each mile, showing Jason's ass crack which moved enticingly with his firm butt as he cycled along. My own cock was flaccid and flapping in the wind as my mesh shorts flopped around loosely.

"Alright, let's stop for some water," Jason called. We pulled over to the side and got down, still no trees or buildings in sight. "I'm gonna wear this singlet for practice tomorrow," Jack laughed. "I sure am gonna win all the submission holds 'cause everyone will be choking on my piss!"

"Dang," I said. "I wished I was your sparring partner! My face would never leave your crotch." I made a grab for his junk. Jack simply lifted his arms above his head and stretched, letting me get a good feel of his cock. It began hardening. I mashed my face into his hairy left armpit and enjoyed the ripe musk, licking up his sweat. "You horny dog! Didn't you just come this morning before we left?" I distinctly remember Jack blasting a heavy load onto our wall, which we never wiped off. Some days we would rut the other into the wall during our frotting, just to revel in the smell of old cum.

"I'm always horny 24/7!" Jack replied. "When have you seen me not want sex?"

"Point taken," I agreed, now reaching through his armhole and freely fondling his cock and his balls. I could feel some wetness adding to his already-soaked crotch. Damn Jack, the sex maniac was leaking already.

"The sun is damn hot," Jason commented. He shifted on his seat, then sat up and down a bit, and groaned softly. I was about to ask if he was alright when a wet spot started at the crotch of his trunks. The lean, muscled diver was getting off on his butt plug in the saddle!

"Damn Jase," I said. "You're entertaining yourself alright."

Jason grinned and humped backwards on his saddle some more. The seat of his bicycle must be pushing against his butt plug, causing the internal dildo to massage his prostate. His cock jumped and the wet spot got bigger. Soon his entire trunks was soaked through, and the fabric became see-through. I reached down and adjusted my own erection.

"What does your dildo look like?" Jack got curious. Jason got off his seat, then reached into the back of his trunks and out popped the butt plug. It was black with a bell-shaped base that locked it inside the anal sphincter, but on top it had a bent tip where it would press on the prostate. A dildo and butt plug in one! It was still shiny with the lube Jason had used this morning.

"There's a bend and the head rubs against my prostate," Jason explained. "I'll bet you've never had your prostate massaged before." He flicked the dildo around a bit, dislodging some slime onto Jack's arm. Jack 'hey'-ed, brushed it off and flicked it back at Jason, then Jason tried to hit Jack over the head with his dildo. I laughed. A group of cyclists rode past and catcalled. "Jason is a pervert!" They shouted.

Jason laughed. "Don't mind them, my diving mates call me sicko and pervert at least ten times a day. They love me though." He arched his back and reached behind to re-insert the butt plug inside his ass. He moaned as the dildo-tip sat right back next to his prostate.

"Nah, I've not had anything bigger than a finger in my ass," Jack looked at me uncertainly. "Not yet, anyway." My hand gripped his hard cock tightly. As much as we had messed around, I had never fucked Jack before, neither had I seen anyone else fuck him. I stroked his cock reassuringly and moved to hug him, then we embraced tightly and my tongue dived into his ear.

"Only when you're ready, stud," I knew he would want me to be the one taking his cherry. My cock lurched and leaked at the thought, but I'd have to be content with frottage and mutual jerk-offs for now. Jack smiled and hugged me back in a crushing hold.

"Guys, quit making out," Jason interrupted our tender moment. "We gotta go soon, the main bulk of the crowd is catching up." I looked in the direction where we came from, and a mass of brightly-coloured lycra and spandex were pistoning toward us.

"Aww...alright," Jack sniffed a bit, then released me and mounted his bike. My hand came away from his cock with a wet slurp, trailing thick precum. I quickly licked it up -- yum! -- and again smeared the rest over my face. "You have both our precum on your face now! I'm thinking I'll add cum there next!"

"You gotta catch me first!" I shouted over my shoulder as I mounted my own bike and pedaled off furiously. Jack hooted and raced after me.

Jason was slower to get on his. When I looked over at him mounting his bicycle, his trunk had sagged right down exposing both butt cheeks and muscular glutes. Right between his asscheeks was the rubber bung of his butt plug. As Jason sped away, the bumpy gravel on the road caused his bicycle to rattle and bump, and he gasped and grunted as his dildo was pushed into his prostate repeatedly, in a fast staccato rhythm. Boy, was he gonna get a bruised love-nut at the end of the day, I thought.

After another eight kilometers, Jason slowed down. He was panting heavily, looking flushed and sweating profusely. His trunks were now rolled into a tight string trapped below his glutes, and he was basically riding bare-assed with his butt plug bumping on his saddle. His cock was erect and trapped within the pouch of his rolled-up trunks, and because of the pressure it looked even thicker and longer than its usual eight inches. (One of the first few nights in our dorm, all the guys came together to measure one another's dicks. Purely for scientific curiosity, of course.) Jason had leaked a huge amount of precum, not only making his trunks wet and transparent, but it was trailing down his saddle and onto the frame of his bicycle as well. Glistening goo hung everywhere like a spider's web, and his cock was still pumping, precum beading outside his trunks and dripping off his bicycle. As I rode past him, I could hear him breathing hard and grunting constantly. One hand on the handlebar, he reached into his tank top to play with his nipple rings.

Jack call for a break at the 30-kilometer mark. It was finally a shaded area, and we chose a large copse of trees set away from the main water-point where the mass of cyclists had gathered. I looked at Jason's eyes which were glazed over. He was still seated in the saddle and humping it with his ass.

"Oh no, he's having an anal orgasm," I realised.

"What?" As usual, Jack only knew how to jerk off his nine-inch meat and fuck girls into the bed.

"He's getting an orgasm from getting his prostate stimulated," I explained. "His dildo is bumping against his prostate because of the rough ride. But since he's not ejaculating, the climax can drag out for very long." I looked over at Jason, who was now moaning huskily, breathing hard and contracting his abs in spasms. A long string of precum hung off the tip of his cock, through his trunks, to where it had spurted on his handlebars. His eyes were closed in pleasure, his muscular forearms gripping the handlebars, as he continued to massage his own prostate with the butt plug against the seat. His body was drenched in sweat, and every once in a while a quiver would start from his ass and travel up his spine to his neck and shoulders. "Fucking hell! I knew something was off when Jason slowed down a while back. He was riding high and edging all the time! He can't even see us now!"

Indeed, Jason was still spasming a few minutes later when Jack and I had had our fill of Gatorade. He was now hunched over his handlebars, panting like he'd run a marathon, eyes rolling up in ecstasy. Both his hands were pulling on his nipple rings now, and he was still humping his saddle. I grabbed a bottle of water, reached into his crotch, and grabbed his hard cock. It was slipping and sliding inside his slimy trunks. Jason gasped, eyes still unseeing.

"It's no use," I called to Jack. "He's gonna be stuck here forever until he cums."

"Well, he needs some water," Jack observed. He took the bottle of water from me and emptied it over Jason's head, soaking his whole body and tank top. Jason's trunks were already soaked through, his penis clearly visible and still flooding the trunks with precum. No response from the diver.

"Jason!" I called, waving my hands in front of his face. "Jase!!" Jason was too lost in his own lust and ecstasy. He started thrashing and writhing as his moans became louder and more husky.

I reached around to Jason's spasming ass. He was grinding hard into the saddle, the horndog. I grabbed the butt of his plug and pushed it in, knowing it would put extra pressure against Jason's prostate. Jason's eyes went wide and he froze. I manipulated the dildo in and out a few more times, then used all my strength and crushed his prostate on the fifth pass. Jason's eyes bulged, his mouth opened in an 'O' and his body went rigid. Soon streams of white cum spurted from his cock, right through the thin material of his trunks.

"Oohhh, oh, oh, unnnnggghh, UURRGH," Jason screamed. I looked around. We were in a secluded area and the other cyclists could neither see nor hear us. Or maybe they could, but they probably thought Jason was having a cramp or something. Jason's cum spurted for a few more minutes while he literally rode out his orgasm through several 'fuck's and 'oh shit's and more shouts. Ropes of thick cum coated every inch of his bicycle and himself. It looked like he had ridden his bike through a cream factory.

"Oh... my... god..." Jason finally came to, his eyes lighting up. His voice was hoarse from all the panting. His trunks were now soaked through with cum, as was his tank top, and his face and hair were matted and he reeked of the stuff. He slid off his saddle finally, and dropped to the ground on his hands and knees.

Jack slapped him on the back. "Dude!! You were so out of it! We couldn't wake you up. It was like you were in a sex trance or something." He shoved Jason's butt plug roughly in and out, and Jason spasmed with the intrusion. His eyes rolled up and I thought he was gonna pass out. He lay flat on the ground.

"I was in a sex trance," Jason mumbled, his face dopey and blissed out. "God, that was incredible. Twenty minutes of orgasm. It was like tantric sex with Jen."

"You fucking dog!" I punched his shoulder. "You were getting off and having an orgasm in front of everyone!" I laughed. "You dirty whore!"

Jason coughed a bit as he came back down from his orgasmic high. "Well, I did say I had something to entertain myself with," he grinned. "I just didn't realise it would end up giving me the ride of my life. Oh, and thanks for letting me cum," he added, slinging cummy arms around my shoulder and heaving himself up. I turned and licked at the cum on his face. It tasted sweet with a slightly bitter undertone, quite different from Jack's.

Jack already had his nose buried in Jason's neck, soaking up all the cum that had landed there. His arms snaked around both my waist and Jason's. I shivered as his hot touch sent tingles down my spine and into my crotch. I started to get hard. Again.

"Guys, sorry to break this up, but we gotta finish," I said breathlessly. I swiped my hands across Jason's cum-crusted trunks, using his butt plug to force his prostate to leak more, and licked up all the juice. Jason heaved drily and moaned sensually, eyes starting to glaze over again.

"Jase! Come back!" Jack slapped him again. "JP! Stop playing with his ass. We gotta finish!" Jack gave me and Jason each a wet kiss with a bit of tongue licking our lips. His day-old scruff scratched against my chin giving me goosebumps. I slanted Jason's dildo to the side so it would stop destroying his nut. Jason pouted, but didn't push it the right way back.

"Alright, let's go," Jason called after a swig of Gatorade. "The final ten kilometers!" Jason mounted his bike, but his hands slipped off the spunk-covered handlebars. He tried a few more times but the slick wouldn't let him grip tightly. He took off his tank top and tried to wipe his bike with it, but his shirt was soaked in cum as well and it only made matters worse as he smeared more cum over everything.

Jack laughed at his predicament. "Here, let me try," he sauntered over to Jason's bicycle, then without warning lifted the leg hem of his singlet and began peeing on Jason's bike.

"Dude!" Jason exclaimed. "I know you just discovered watersports, but what are you doing?" He made to push Jack away, but his lean frame was powerless against Jack's huge strapping wrestler's muscles.

"I'm getting your fucking cum off the bike, you shithead," Jack replied with a grin. "Of course, if you keep pushing me, my piss is gonna land on your face." He adjusted his cock so his stream began spraying onto the diver. Jason jumped out of the way, laughing.

"Yo sick perverts! See you at the finish line!" Came a group of shouts. I looked up and saw Jason's diving team going past again. Jason flipped them off with both fingers and laughed. "The fuckers! They're the ones always peeing and jerking off in the pool!"

"See! It's clean!" Jack tucked his cock back inside his singlet and finished peeing. He wiped the handlebars with his hands and most of the cum had washed off with his pee. The smell of piss was not as strong as before, probably diluted by all the water and Gatorade we had guzzled. Jason mounted his bike.

"Thanks, man," Jason gave Jack's soft cock a tug, then did a quick intake of breath as his butt plug was pushed back onto the saddle.

"No time to lose!" I shouted as I sped away. Jack and Jason quickly followed.

We cruised along the final stretch leisurely: Jason was winded and still shuddering with orgasmic aftershocks, and Jack wanted to enjoy the breeze. I was just enjoying the view, as more and more cyclists caught up, with the guys sweating in their tight-fitting lycra, all bulging muscles and panting. Jack sprinted ahead to the finish line.

"Yo! JP!" Another familiar voice called. I turned around and saw Jenson, Jason's twin brother, standing with the crowd waiting for the cyclists near the finish line. He was wearing his training trunks: a very tight pair of worn yellow Aussiebums with the waist string hanging loose, the thin material draped on his tight butt. His bare chest and shoulders, like Jason's, were well-developed, tapering down a taut set of abs into a slim 29-inch waist. He raised both hands and waved at me.

"Dude!" I crossed the finish line, rode over to him and dismounted. "What are you here?"

"My bro got his dildo out this morning, so I knew he'd need some help to get back to the dorms, y'know what I mean?" Jenson gave me a knowing grin, then hugged me hard. I could feel his meaty soft cock through the fabric of both our shorts. My hardon returned.

"Did you guys get off?" Jenson asked, his hand groping my erection through the mesh shorts. He was still hugging me tight.

'Jack and I didn't, but your brother did," I explained. "Man, you guys are something! Prostate massage and cumming on a bicycle!"

"Well that's what the butt plug is for," Jenson laughed. He turned and saw his brother riding back in the distance. "Here he comes now!"

Jason was a sight to behold. His face was still covered in thick ropes of cum, some dripping down onto his bike. His loose tank top was soaked through, looking even more tattered than before, and it was hanging off his lanky frame, showing off large nipples each pierced with a silver ring, cum spattering and hanging off the piercings. His trunks were now practically transparent and sticking to his skin, his cock erect and looking like it could rip apart his trunks anytime, the tip oozing precum that hung off his saddle. His muscular calves powered him past the finish line, but his eyes remained glazed over. He was still panting, heaving and moaning when he rode to where Jenson and I were standing, in a spot further away from the crowd, near an abandoned shack. Jason dismounted jerkily. The fucker must have pushed his dildo back into the right place to give himself another orgasm. How is it possible to produce so much cum?

"Yo, bro," Jenson greeted his twin, grabbing his spasming cock, followed by several licks to his face, catching his cum and then kissing him. He hugged Jason, then reached around and fiddled around in his brother's ass. Jason moaned loudly and peeled off his tank top, dropping it to the ground with a wet plop. Soon he was rubbing his sore pierced nipples and wet body on Jenson's own bare chest, all the while making wanton noises as Jenson manipulated his dildo with practised strokes. Jason's cum soaked through to Jenson's yellow trunks as well, making a huge wet spot. Jason moaned hotly and went stiff, clutching onto his brother's shoulders and dry heaving. I guess he was cumming again, although with the soppy mess in his trunks I couldn't tell. I reached into my shorts to adjust my very hard, very erect cock.

"Let's take this back to our room," Jenson winked, and Jason bonelessly complied. He slowly limped off, leaning heavily on his brother, cock hard in his trunks, his ass still getting stimulated and making him convulse every few seconds. Jenson really knew how to work his brother's nut!

"Here, catch!" I suddenly got a handful of rubber dildo in my hands. Jenson had taken out his brother's butt plug and thrown it to me! "He doesn't need it anymore for today. Enjoy!" I quickly hid the dildo behind me. Oh god, did anybody see me?

"Looks like you could use a hand," a deep husky voice came from behind me. I turned around and gasped. It was Drew, the muscular gymnast guy from my first time down at the barbershop! I remembered how he had fucked me right in the shop with several jocks crowding around us.

"Ahh..., it's not mine," I quickly put the butt plug behind me, giving Drew a bashful smile. "And, hi."

"Hello... well, it doesn't have to be yours for you to enjoy it," Drew replied, holding out his hand and taking the butt plug from me. He was behind me -- his front plastered to my back, exactly the same position we were in when I had first encountered him -- and his left hand fastened around my erection. I moaned.

"Someone could see us," I breathed, not that I really cared. I was securely ensconced in Drew's warm and snug embrace and was horny as hell. I looked around; we were in an isolated area in the shade, set back away from the main staging area.

"Oh, then we should hide your... weapon of ass destruction," Drew purred. I rolled my eyes at his bad pun, but smiled and turned my head to kiss him. He was shirtless and sweaty, and his cycling shorts showed his boner proudly. Drew was an exhibitionist par excellence if I knew one.

He pulled out the waistband of my shorts and stuffed the butt plug inside my shorts. "Drew! What are you doing?" I hissed. He simply gave me a shit-eating grin.

Come on, don't tell me you don't want this in you," Drew growled, then proceeded to line up the dildo with my hole and pushed it in. I was slick with sweat, and Jason's dildo was already lubed up and still sloppy with his ass juices and cum, so it slid right in. I felt a hard pressure, then a pop, and suddenly I was crammed full. God, Jason doesn't do anything by halves!

"Mmmm, delicious," Drew licked the sweat off my neck, all the while twisting the butt plug inside me. The dildo end found its mark and I nearly bolted forward with the intensity of the prostate stimulation.

"My, you're sensitive," drawled Drew as he assaulted my ass and my prostate with the weapon, err, butt plug. He was twisting it and cockscrewing it into my love-nut, abusing it like an experienced top. I closed my eyes and moaned. My cock started leaking long streams of precum as Drew's ministrations drove me wild. Frankly, if the cheerleading squad walked past me now I couldn't have stopped. I panted hard as Drew's other hand stroked me in time with his screwing motion from my back. It felt like he was fucking me from both ends. I was ready to blow. "Fuck, Drew, yes fuck me fuck me fuck me some more, more more more OH FUCK!"

"Oh my, are you all right?" I heard a female voice. My eyes flew open and literally the college cheerleading squad was standing in front of me! What the hell??

"Heya bud, just wanted to see if you wanted to go back with us," my roommate, Jack, was in the middle of the group of girls. He had the top of his wrestling singlet off, the straps hanging loosely by his sides, pulled down low over his waist until his trimmed pubes and V-line were prominently on display. The base of his cock was visible, and a cheerleader's hand was groping his nine-inch erection inside the suit -- in fact, several of the girls were either groping his muscular ass or kneading his pecs and abs. Their bra tops were off and they didn't seem to realize he had pissed a gallon inside his singlet, the way they were lustily rubbing him all over.

The sight of my hunky naked jock roommate getting it on with an orgy of girls was too much for me and sent me over the edge. Drew drove the dildo in one last time, together with a rasp of his palm against my cock head, and I started to cum, still wearing my shorts.

"Oooh GAWD!! Aaaahhh!! Nnnnggh Dreeeeeew yes FUCK OH FUCK Jack ohmygod ohmygod..." I thrust my hips forward as streams of pent-up lust and sex shot out of my pulsing member, through the mesh of my shorts, hitting Jack square in the face. The cheerleaders squealed and screamed, and Jack stood there stunned while I whitewashed him in cum. Drew was relentless with the dildo and continued to wreck my prostate with harsh thrusts. I finally couldn't take it anymore; my knees buckled and I dropped to the grassy ground, spasming and oozing cum over myself. Jack was massaging my prostate now, sending electric aftershocks that made me jerk around bonelessly. I sighed contentedly.

"Woah, buddy, that was intense!" Jack finally recovered after several seconds of standing like a Greek statue. With cum hanging off his chin. "Looks like you won't need to hook up after all. Oh, come back to our room when you're done." He grinned widely and wiped my cum off his face and chest, then licked his hands clean. He hugged the girls who had jumped out of the way of my cum blasts. "Come on, girls, I need to release even more badly than he did. Ready for MY cum, girls?" He left surrounded by a cloud of estrogen, hugging two girls on each side and with one more hanging off each arm. My roommate, the ultimate jock!

"Man, that was too hot!" Drew was kneeling by my side, holding me up by the handle of the butt plug. I would have been mortified if I wasn't so sated by one of the most powerful orgasms I'd had in weeks. Drooling slightly, I mumbled, "erhmagerd... do yer wernna c-cum?"

Drew guffawed. "I already did, stud." He pulled down his cycling shorts to reveal a large pool of glistening cum around his still-hard cock. "As I said, you were too hot. But if I may, I'd like your shorts, please."

I nodded weakly. Drew slipped his hands around my waistband and pulled off my cum-soaked shorts. He rubbed them over his face and moaned, then helped me to my feet. "Thanks for the souvenir! Everyone's a winner here!" Drew helped me up, then disappeared as suddenly as he'd appeared. I didn't even see if he had a bicycle with him.

I just realized that I was left standing in the nude with just my shoes on, and Jason's butt plug still up my ass. I wondered how many cute jocks all over campus are now in possession of my cummy shorts! Luckily I had my bike, so I quickly mounted it and rode off, before realizing my mistake -- the butt plug was now pumping my prostate with each stroke of my legs! I groaned and lurched unsteadily, then prepared myself for a long, long ride home. I was determined to enjoy every second of it.