Semester Blowout

Angel bounced a pingpong ball off the table. It arced up high, then landed with a solid tap in the opposing side's cup. The fratboys cheered, and Angel and Miguel pumped their fists in the air, before bumping forearms and hooting. The opposing beer pong team, per the host house's rules, had to collectively pay $100 to Angel and Miguel, then chug a bottle of cheap grain alcohol and leave for the night – with none of the hotties specially invited for the post-exams party. 

The host made the losing team drink their bottle of "loser juice" before having the other frat guys escort them out. "At least you got to see those titties before leaving. Better luck next semester!" He shut the door on the losers as they made their way back to their dorms: stumbling and drunk from the shitty liquor, and without having gotten laid.

"Two wins for team Los Dos Diablos!" yelled the host over the heavy base of the sound system. "Gonna play a third or give other dudes a chance?" he asked Angel and Miguel.

"Hell yes!" the two bucks said, gripping the stacks of $100 in their pockets as if they were thick hard-ons. They set up the beer cups, and their challengers approached the table. Angel effortlessly snapped a ball into the enemy cup and took a hit of whiskey just for the hell of it. "Hey, bro. Play my turns for a sec; I have to piss like a horse." Angel handed his pingpong balls to Miguel. 

"Sure, man," Miguel said, grabbing his balls. "Make it quick, though; you're the best player here, and they know it," he said, nodding to the other team.
“Yeah dude, two seconds." Angel thudded his fist on Miguel's chin and walked towards the upstairs bathroom. 

Miguel carried on beer pong for the both of them, playing almost as well as Angel – but not quite; he was forced to drink a few cups of cheap beer. A few cups was nothing to the tall, massive Angel, but for lean, sinewy Miguel, alcohol hit sooner and harder. 

Several minutes passed, and Angel was still away. Miguel looked over towards the stairs. "What the fuck, man...?" he muttered to himself. He was getting buzzed off the booze he had to drink alone, and he was worried he'd lose the match. That would mean he'd have to get shitfaced off that grain alcohol, then be kicked out of the party alone, without getting at any of those tits in the party room. Plus, he'd have to go back to the dorm alone, while Angel stayed out and partied. 

While he was looking back at the stairs, there was a crash at the other side of the table. One of the two opponents had literally passed out onto the cups, wrecking the game. "Well," the host said, "looks like you won again." He handed Miguel the losers' lost bet. "Another round?" 

"Maybe. Let me get Angel." He walked through the main room where students were dancing under cheap lights and an old speaker set. On the second floor, he checked the first bathroom. Two dudes were pissing in the toile at the same time while two chicks laughed and filmed them. No Angel. 

Miguel checked the other bathroom. A dude and chick were rolling on the floor making out and groping each other, while a guy in his boxers lay in the empty bathtub, smoking a joint and lazily massaging his bulge while watching the couple. Still no Angel. 

Miguel took out his phone, hoping that Angel had it on vibrate. He felt let down that maybe Angel left with a chick and didn't tell him; that would mean Miguel would be pressured to find two chicks, or somehow outdo his buddy. ... To show him what he was missing out on. 

Before sending the message Dude! Where the fuck did you go?, Miguel heard a squeal over the heavy base downstairs. He pushed open a door at the end of the hall and saw Angel standing on a bed, balls deep in an upturned ass. His big hand came down with a firm slap on the jiggly peach cheeks. The chick squealed and pushed further back on his pelvis. 

Miguel stood with his mouth open, his hand still on the doorknob. The lights were off, but street lamps shone through the windows and let him see everything in a gray glow. Angel was sweating with pumped veins. His nuts were hanging low and slapping loudly against his hookup with each thrust. He looked over at Miguel and grinned. "Hey, bro. You want some?" In his other hand, Angel held a bottle of Jacked Samuel's whiskey. He took a swing quickly then held it out to his buddy. 

Miguel shut the door and stepped closer, trying to get over ... whatever he was feeling: surprise, horniness, pride for his buddy. Maybe some envy too, but he didn't stop to think it through. He took the bottle and turned it up; it was still wet with Angel's sweat and spit. 

He watched quietly as Angel kept fucking, slapping his balls with long, fast thrusts against those rippling cheeks. "Dude...." Miguel marveled. 

"Yeah, you're fuckin'... unnhh, shit yeah! ... you're fuckin' telling me, bro. She's on cloud nine down there.” He grunted, keeping up his steady pace. “She started trying to hop on me in the bathroom while I — ah fuck!” Angel winced and grit his teeth and breathed in deep. He stopped thrusting, but her hungry pussy took over and started pumping his dick. 

Miguel smiled and laughed, "Don't do it, bro! Hold it in!"
"God it's so wet in there! Grrrraah!" Angel's neck muscles were tensed while he tried holding onto his load.
"Think of your grandma!" Miguel taunted, overcoming his nerves and taking a hit of whiskey again – licking the rest of his buddy's spit from the glass lip.
Angel breathed deep and slow. "Fuck, man, that was close. She almost got me there."
"Oh shit, you fuckin' bareback, dude?" Miguel asked, looking at the cock resume its rhythm.
Angel nodded. Streams of sweat ran down his face and  "Trying to wear her out. Chick's wild, man. Wouldn't let me come down to ya unless I made her O."
"And you weren't man enough to do it, eh?"
"Fuck you," Angel said with a tired laugh. He flexed a muscular arm at Miguel. "Plenty of man here. Made he O three times, bro. But it's just made her hungrier." He smacked her ass with both hands and gripped the soft flesh, then pulled fully out of her pussy until his glistening head shone in the dim light.
Miguel looked at the heavy, veiny meat. It was dripping precum and juice, and throbbing. His own cock twitched when that pussy slammed back, devouring his buddy whole. "Unnnhhh... hell…" Angel groaned, "she's so nymphoed up, she just whines instead of talking, but ... goddamn, she won’t let up. Don't know how long I can keep from ... fuck fuck, I'm getting close!" 

Miguel quickly undid his shorts and jumped up onto the bed. His uncut cock was hard already, and there was plenty of Angel's and the hookup's natural lube to slide inside. He pulled Angel back (with just seconds to spare) and slide his dick inside that hungry hole. "Oh duuuude," he crowed. "Dude, how the hell were you – ufff, haaa – not nutting your brains out already?" 

Angel stood next to Miguel, watching him take a turn and picking up the whiskey. "Right? Come on, buddy. Show me what you got." 

Miguel leaned over, licked her back, and slid his hand underneath to give slow, heavy massages to her clit while he ground his cock in and out. He kept kissing her skin, tasting the sweat Angel had scattered all over her body. His animal urge wanted to give up his cum right away and nut in the womb his roommate had just been inside, but he held on, trying to show Angel how well he could do it.
Their hookup squealed then groaned, climaxing on Miguel. "Ah, shittt...." he moaned.
"Bro, don't cum!" Angel said, taking his turn to laugh as Miguel almost went crosseyed, fighting the urge to douse that pulsating, spasming hole. When the coast was clear, leaving Miguel was panting and sweating, Angel slapped his buddy on the back. "She's a cock-wrecker, yeah?"
Miguel nodded, weakly. She had gotten quieter and slower after that climax, but her urges were still hungry for the two college studs. 

Angel realized Miguel – who he knew had a lot more cum stored in his nuts – wouldn't be able to last without dousing her insides with baby batter. "Let's finish her off, bro," he said, using his strong muscles to flip everyone so he and Miguel were on their backs, and the deliriously horny nympho was riding Miguel. 

Angel then pressed his shaft against Miguel's. "OK, don't cum, dude." He frotted their dicks together, to slick his pole with the mixed sex slime. Miguel moaned, feeling their rigid meat grind together. Then Angel slid his pole up. His thick glans kissed the nympho's labia before slowly, slowly entering her pussy alongside Miguel's. 

She whined. Miguel grunted. Angel moaned. The tightness was the most intense any had felt in all of their college fucking. She was drooling from heat, and the boys were struggling not to explode – but also feverishly bucking their dicks hard and relentlessly like twin stags, breeding in the wild. Their dick knobs were solid like soldier helmets, and they leaked nonstop streams of precum that greased up her walls and slid down their balls. 

"Damn, bro! I can't — fuckkkk!!" Miguel's tongue was out; he was seeing stars. It felt too good. He didn't care if he was fucking bareback, or if Angel teased him for the rest of his life for not holding out longer, or if he was about to make triplets from all the cum he was about to let loose. "Fuck dude I have to cum!" 

Angel kicked him in the stomach with his heel. "Don't fuckin' do it!" he said, before panting and groaning under his own immense pleasure. "Hold it in, keep it up!" 

Miguel closed his eyes tight; the sight of those flopping tits would push him over the edge. His mind was going blank with animal pleasure, and the feral need to cum. 

Angel, meanwhile, tried to hold on as long as Miguel could. He didn't want the moment to stop: the pleasure of perfect pussy, just the right buzz, and his best bro sharing it all with him. Still, with each thrust of his hips, he was an inch closer to erupting like Mount Vesuvius. 

He then felt Miguel's hand grip his foot. "Bro?" Miguel didn't answer; he was gasping for air, but still he stroked Angel's heel, holding onto him. Suddenly Angel yelled, "Ah shit! Shit shit, I'm gonna cum, dude!" His cock began pulsing; he had hit the point of no return. 

"Gahhh! I'm gonna nut!!" Miguel shouted. 

Feeling those cocks throb together inside, the nympho climaxed on them, spasming on their gushing poles. The boys could feel the cum of each other coating and soaking their dicks, oozing faster from their jock bodies than it could leak out of that tight, orgasming slit. She kept riding them even after their cocks stopped cumming, making the boys thrash and roar with too much stimulation. When she finally stopped and lifted off their softening cocks, a loud splash of cum soaked the guys' waists, cocks, and bedsheets. 

"Hey, Miguel. You awake?"
Miguel groaned and struggled to open his eyes. "Did I pass out?" 

"We both did," Angel sighed then sat up. It didn’t matter, he thought, if they slept a bit at the host house instead of their dorm. Plenty of people would be passed out downstairs. "Man, that was the hardest nut I've shot."
"Me too, man," Miguel said, sitting up as well.
"Look at that mess...." Angel slopped his hand through the thick cum and sweat. "Guess we weren't out too long; thank god she left, tho. Guess she’d had enough. Finally.”
"I haven't, though; that shit was so hot," Miguel said, rubbing the cum on his dick. "I think I need to nut another."
"You too, huh?" Angel didn't know what else to say, but he slowly put his hands around their semi-hard dicks and squeezed them together. The squelching sound made them harder.
Miguel opened his mouth to say he'd stroke his own cock, but he shut it; instead, he watched Angel's hands squeeze up and down. “Man ... I can feel your pulse. That's so weird, right?" He looked at Angel. 

“Yeah ... weird. Kind of ... feels good, though, right? I'm hard as fuck again."
"Same. Think you can nut again?"
Angel drew deep breaths. "Fuck, bro – I'm about to." He was sweating again. 

"Seriously? After all that alpha bullshit about lasting?"
Angel nodded and looked his buddy straight in the eye. “Miguel – gahh! Uhhh, fffffuck!" Angel clenched his jaw and eyes and leaned forward into Miguel. His cock spasmed, creaming Miguel's chest and cock.
Miguel grunted and came seconds behind his friend; he could barely think because of the pleasure, except thoughts of how warm and thick their spunk felt, and how Angel was breathing hard against his shoulder.
Miguel fell back on the bed with Angel collapsed on top of him. They lay panting as the beat continued downstairs.
"If I nut like that a third time, I'm gonna die," Angel muttered. "You shot a shit-ton, again. That's crazy," he added in a sigh, as if he were about to pass out and sleep.
"Hope we get lucky, nutting in her that much," Miguel said, trying to push away the conflicted, confused feeling in his heart. He forced a laugh.
"We're good," Angel said quietly. His eyes felt heavy, and Miguel’s body was warm. And besides: He was comfortable where he was. He gave in to the sleepiness and let his eyes close. "Lucky guys, the two of us,” he muttered.

Miguel stared at the ceiling quietly until, moments later, Angel began to snore softly on top of him. "Crazy lucky,” he whispered. He swallowed hard and let his hand rest on Angel's short brown hair. "Angel?" No answer; just that light snoring. "I'm gonna ... ha, man, I'm gonna miss you during break." He smiled to himself. "A lot, you big dumb idiot."