Robbie lay on his bed looking over at his roommate working on an English paper. He watched the pecking away at the keyboard, then the lean upper body and dirty blonde hair sticking out from not being combed since getting out of bed. Dakota was about his own five foot eleven and probably nearly the same weight at one hundred fifty-eight pounds. He wondered if Dakota had a thick seven-inch cock too. He wanted to find out, had since their freshman year began. But he knew of all the guys on the floor, of all those that might be willing to mess around if given a chance, Dakota was not one of them. Dakota was straight by every definition.
He had been on campus for four weeks, three after the start of classes, and he was horny. So, fucking horny, he had been masturbating in the shower, when he got back from classes an hour ahead of Dakota, and in the middle of the night as Dakota softly snored on the other side of the room. Watching Dakota check some notes, then peck away at the keyboard, Robbie thought middle and high school had not been as frustrating as college. At least during his fantasizing about hooking up with a guy, looking at some of the other boys in his grade schools, wishing one was willing, he had the advantage of naivety. Of not knowing what it was like with a guy. That changed on graduation night and the following summer.
If only Dakota was like Jamie.
Jamie was over six foot tall, with a lean muscular build from working out and playing third base on the high school team. Light brown hair, brown eyes, and a boyishly handsome face, Jamie had been one the girls flirted with constantly. At the party after graduation, Robbie found out why Jamie never had a girlfriend, instead he dated one girl or another a few times, then moved on.
In the old barn behind Cheryl Simpson’s home, Jamie made a pass, then led him to a storage room at the back of the barn. Robbie imagined sucking Jamie’s cock, then letting Jamie fuck him, so he had been shocked at how quickly Jamie had sucked him off, then, keeping him hard, turned and leaned against the wall with his pants and boxers already down. Come on Robbie, put it in me. I want to see what it’s like.
For the rest of the summer, Jamie found out what it was like to swallow a load of cum, then take one in the ass. It was almost comical how quickly Jamie would be in position, begging him to do it. Near the end of the summer, Jamie had called for him to come over, his parents gone. Robbie arrived to find Jamie naked, lying on his bed holding legs up behind the knees.
Come on Robbie, fuck me. Put that cock in me.
Looking at Dakota, he wished there was just half the desire to fuck around, or better yet, a willing to be on top. Robbie wanted to know what it was like to suck a cock until it pumped out its load, or to have it penetrate his ass, pumping a load into it. Jamie had been too quick to be bottom, sucking him enough to get him hard, then rolling over begging for a good hard fucking.
He wanted to experience a good hard fucking. He wanted to feel a guy’s cock stretch his ass open and fuck.
Robbie sighed and stared at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong,” said Dakota.
“I’m just horny…no, I mean—”
Dakota busted out laughing, looked at the open door to the hall, then back at Robbie. “Me too. Thank god I’ve got a date tomorrow night with this girl I met in English.”
“Well, good luck.”
“Have you even tried to hook up with a girl?”
This was another thing Robbie couldn’t stand. This assumption he was like all the other guys, straight and looking for pussy instead of dick. It made him laugh to think of it, then he swung his feet to the floor and sat up.
“Can I tell you something.”
“Sure, what is it?” said Dakota.
“You promise not to freak out?”
Dakota smiled and sat back. “You’re gay.”
“How did you know?”
“I had wondered a couple of times, but I didn’t want to assume.”
“You’re not going to freak out or anything?”
“No, I’m good. But just for the record, I’m not helping you with that horniness issue.”
Robbie saw Dakota was smiling and said it as if it were a joke, but he knew it was a serious statement.
“Of all the guys on the floor, you’re the last one I would think willing.”
Dakota turned back to his laptop. “Is there someone on the floor you think might be.”
“I think about the possibility, but not seriously. If I were to flirt with the wrong one, I would be considered a pariah.”
“Probably.”
“How many students are here? 31,000.”
“33,000.”
“And about half are guys, so over 16,000. If five percent are gay, that means…16 x 0.05 is…is…”
“About 800.”
“800…doesn’t seem like a lot.”
“But you didn’t consider those that are bisexual.”
“But still, 800 guys. I wonder…there’s 22 rooms on this floor with—”
“Twenty-three rooms.”
“Twenty-three rooms with two guys in each, so there’s forty-six on the floor and if five percent are gay that means there should be at least one other person. Right!?”
“Right; maybe even 2 if the average is rounded up on this floor instead of down.”
“What?”
“Nothing. But you shouldn’t be the only one.”
“I wonder who…I’ve considered Everett, Luke, Justin, Ricky—”
“Ricky? No way. Did you know he has been with ten different girls already?”
“Ten! Are you serious?”
“Yes.”
“No way.”
“Brian has to get out of their room when he sneaks one over and it has been ten times so far.”
“Jesus.”
“Why Everett? He doesn’t seem like someone who—”
“Okay, maybe I’m projecting on some of them.”
Dakota looked around and smiled at the admittance. “Some say Austin might be gay, but I’m not so sure.”
“I considered Austin and Steve, but Steve is more wishful thinking on my part.”
“I’ll say, for he is such a jock.”
“But how do I find out. It’s not like with you. You see a girl you’re interested in; you just ask her to go out. She either says yes or no, and one way or another, everyone moves on. I ask a guy out and if he is straight and, worst case, a bit homophobic, he beats the shit out of me.”
“It’s a quandary.”
A quandary Dakota had called it. It was worse than that. Another week had passed, and he was still masturbating in the shower and before Dakota got back to the room during the week. And to make matters worse, it was Friday evening and most of the floor were heading out, either to see a band at the club near the interstate, or the one playing on campus at the arena, and a few were going out on dates.
Robbie had narrowed down his list of ‘suspects’ and he watched them, eavesdropping on their conversations with the others on the floor.
Dakota was right. Austin was definitely a candidate. Or maybe he was just painfully shy. Then there was Luke. He had seen how Luke watched some of the other guys or made some joking comments about one of them. Nice ass, Travis, can I tap it. You wanna suck my dick, when looking at Ricky, and it hadn’t seemed like a joke. Or to Garcia, you want to come help me out, while grabbing his crotch. No one joked as much as Luke about things considered gay. But did it mean Luke was willing. At times, he doubted it, but on this night, he reconsidered, or maybe he was just so fucking desperate for cock, even Luke’s bravado seemed like an invitation. Finally, there was Justin. Sweet, shy, easygoing, Justin.
Austin was going to the concert on campus and Luke was going to the club, but Justin had turned down all offers. He said he was going to hang out with some friends. They rented a house off campus and a few of them were going to hang out.
When asked about his friends, the answer was vague. Just some guys I met at a party.
Robbie wanted to know what party. When had Justin gone to a party?
As everyone got dressed and headed out, Robbie slipped on jeans and a black T-shirt and camped out down in the commons waiting for Justin to come out. He was going to follow him. He suspected him of being gay and the notion it was just going to be a night hanging out with some guys seemed lame.
But then again, constantly masturbating in the shower at night was exactly something to brag about.
A little past eight, Justin came out. Head down, Justin walked away from the dorm along the sidewalk that would take him to the east side of campus where he could cross over into the neighborhood just south of downtown. A rundown neighborhood with most houses rented by students.
Robbie took note of the dress, a tank top and cargo shorts, something Justin didn’t often wear. In fact, Robbie could not think of a time Justin wore a tank top, but Justin looked good in it, and he thought Justin should wear one more often.
As he followed at a distance, he considered the physical aspects of Justin’s body. Short blonde hair, the top long enough for a nice, tousled look. Then there were the baby face and brown eyes, so dark brown they looked black, and a lean build with just enough definition to be masculine. And sexy, to his way of thinking.
Across College Street, Justin went two blocks over into the neighborhood, then turned south, and Robbie followed. They went three blocks, then turned left heading further away from campus and down a dead-end street. It sloped down a hill, curving back to the south where it ended in a cul-de-sac.
Robbie slowed as Justin went straight down the street, across the cul-de-sac to the house right at the end. It was an old house, single story with lap siding and a porch across the front. It didn’t look like the students living there were expecting guests for the porch was dark, the only illumination, the light that managed to filter through the curtains on the two windows and the front door, and it was much, maybe a lamp in the room, but no overhead light.
Justin crossed the porch and went in without knocking. The sound of music came out loud, and Robbie could see several students milling about inside. Male and female, so nothing he had been imagining. No gay sex party.
“Okay, Robbie, time to crash a party,” he said to himself as he headed to the house.
As Justin had done, Robbie went in as if he was invited and after some of the guys and girls in the living room greeted him, everyone went back to their conversations, the nearest an argument about the best decade for music. He moved to the left into the small dining room. The table took up most of the space and people were gathered around it eating the snacks while in conversation. No one paid him much attention, except for one girl standing at one end of the table.
“I’m Sharon.”
“Robbie.”
“Did Craig invite you?”
“Yes.”
“What’s your major?”
“I’m sorry, I’m late arriving and looking for someone,” said Robbie moving to the doorway in the back wall, going into a narrow kitchen. He squeezed between four guys leaned against the counters and to the open door in the opposite wall. It was a mudroom with a washer and dryer that looked fifty years old. He realized the room extended out from the back of the house, because there was a door in the sidewall that led to a small deck.
On the deck was a keg where a guy was filling a plastic cup.
“You need a beer?” said the guy.
Five foot eight or nine, brown hair, longer than normal, blue eyes, and a bit scruffy, and very doable. “Yes, thanks.”
Beer in hand, Robbie went down into the backyard where a firepit was to one side with several sitting around it. The fire was burned down. On the other side of the yard a hammock stretched between two trees with a guy and girl in it. But nowhere was Justin to be found.
“Where did he go?” Robbie mumbled to himself. Then he thought better of running into Justin right away because it would be obvious, he followed him. Or maybe he was being paranoid, and Justin would just think he was invited too. Looking around, he realized the way most were dressed and the conversations he was overhearing, the average student body was not represented here. Conservations on music, politics, and art, two girls arguing about who was more influential, Warhol or Haring, but no talk of sports, not even about the game the next day.
He liked it, felt at ease amongst them, despite not knowing anyone. He sat on the edge of the porch and let his attention shift from one discussion to the next.
“Hey, can I sit?”
Robbie turned to see it was a guy standing behind him. Height was hard to determine, but looked tall, over six feet. Tousled long black hair, and eyes concealed behind blue tinted glasses. Black tight athletic top with a long sleeve mesh shirt underneath that reveal nice arms, the right one a tattoo sleeve going down it. Black pants with a thick black leather belt with studs and ornamental buckle.
“Sure.”
The guy sat down next to him, close; closer than a guy would normally sit next to another. Robbie finally noticed the black boots, thick soles and coming up halfway up the calf with the pants tucked into them.
“I’m Aries.”
“Aires? Like the zodiac sign?”
Aries chuckled good naturedly. “Yes. My mother is into all that astrology shit, so she named us after signs. There is Orion, my oldest brother, Nova and Luna, our two sisters between us, then there is me, Aries.”
“I don’t know about the astrology angle, but I like the names.”
“What is your name?”
“Oh, I’m Robbie.”
“For Robert?”
“Yes, Robert Gavin Hammond…the third.”
Aries laughed, making Robbie do the same.
“I know, it sounds fucking pretentious.”
“But you didn’t give yourself the name.”
“And I can use a variation.”
“So, it’s Robbie.”
“Yep.”
“So, Robbie, tell me, have they solved the mysteries of the world,” said Aries, nodding toward the group at the firepit.
“I don’t think so.”
Robbie found he was drawn to Aries, despite the differences in their attire. He listened to him talk about some artist he discovered in Baltimore last summer when Luna and Aries had done a road trip to New York City. It sounded so different from his own life.
“Aries, Eli is looking for you.”
Aries and Robbie turned to see a woman standing at the back door.
“Thanks, Emily,” said Aries. “I’ll catch up with you later,” he said to Robbie as he came to his feet and followed her inside.
Robbie moved around the dining table, picking a few snacks, thinking of Aries, someone so different from anyone he had ever met before. But he was intrigued by him. They had sat on the porch for nearly thirty minutes talking until Emily pulled him away.
The idea of fucking around with Aries was such a fantasy. He wondered what it would be like. Then he wondered if Aries was a top or a bottom, imagining being on his back taking Aries fuck, that tattoo sleeved arm holding him down.
Suddenly he wondered where Justin was hiding. He hadn’t seen him since arriving. He saw people coming and going from the hall knowing some were huddled up in one of the bedrooms, and Justin had to be in one of them. Probably sitting to the side of the room just listening to others talk.
As he circled the end of the table, a Latino strolled up.
“Hey,” said Robbie.
“Hey,” the guy replied.
Robbie wanted to say something else, anything to engage him. But sensed how he was different from most of those at the party. He was an engineering major, and Aries was in art, and looking at the guy moving opposite of him, was obviously more like Aries.
“Are you one of Aries’ friends?” said the guy.
“Aries? I just met him.”
“He’s never met a stranger. I’m Hugo.”
“Robbie.”
“What’s your major? Architecture? Art? Or—”
“Engineering…electrical.”
“Cool.”
“And yours?”
“Music.”
“Really?”
“Probably seems odd compared to engineering.”
“No, just different.”
“Different is good,” said Hugo, smiling until dimples formed.
“Yes,” Robbie replied, wishing the difference Hugo was referencing was in sexual orientation, not majors.
Robbie sized up Hugo. An inch or so shorter than his five foot eleven, and dressed in tight black T-shirt and jeans, revealing a lean body but a tantalizing round ass filled the seat of the jeans. The black hair was short on the sides but long top, and with dark brown eyes and a smooth dark skin tone. Earrings dangled from each earlobe and the fingernails were painted black, something Robbie considered Goth, but Hugo didn’t really look Goth, just alternative compared to most guys.
Robbie saw Sharon walk though the dining room from the living room, going into the kitchen. She looked at him and frowned, making Hugo laugh. Robbie felt his face flush hot, and he looked at Hugo grinning at him.
“Did Sharon hit on you?” said Hugo.
“Yeah, when I first got here.”
“She can be aggressive.”
“Have you gone out with her?”
“Oh, no way,” said Hugo, “I’ll catch up with you later,” pulling away and disappearing down the hall.
Robbie was tempted to follow Hugo, go see who was in the bedrooms. Obviously, Justin had to be in one of them. But it felt like he would be going into a confined space, forced to get amongst those in the room without space to escape if he felt the need. And it didn’t help that a guy came out of the hall who was a good distraction from his attraction toward Hugo.
The guy looked all-American, with a real stocky muscular body, so different from all the other guys, and dirty blonde hair cut short and blue eyes. Robbie couldn’t take his eyes from how the white T-shirt fit tight over the upper body and the worn and frayed jeans bulged seductively at the crotch. Coming toward the table, the guy smiled at him.
“Hey, are you having fun?” said the guy.
“Yes,” Robbie replied, trying to think of something else to say.
“I’m Eli.”
“Robbie.” He knew it had to be one who had been looking for Aries earlier.
“Are you Justin’s friend?”
“Yes. How do you know him?”
“Aries introduced him to Hugo and I.”
“Are you in one of the arts?”
“Yes, I’m majoring in Architecture; second year.”
“Is your father an architect?”
“OH, hell no,” Eli replied, chuckling like it was the silliest thing to think of his father an architect. “He’s a farmer back in Kansas.”
“A farmer. You’re not going to take up farming too?”
“My brothers will do that. What about you?”
“Electrical engineering.”
Eli ate another handful of peanuts, then looked into the kitchen. “I’m going for a beer. You need one?”
“Sure, I could use another one,” said Robbie, turning up his cup finishing what was it.
Robbie followed Eli through the kitchen and out to the back porch. Eli pumped up the keg, filled one cup, and handed it to him. Robbie took it and as he sipped it, he watched Eli fill a cup for himself.
“How long will the party last, do you think?” said Robbie for something to say.
“Everyone will be gone by one,” said Eli. “Of course, some of us will keep going afterward.”
“Keep going to sunrise,” joked Robbie.
“Maybe,” Eli replied and Robbie sensed a joke he wasn’t in on. Then Eli leaned close. “Hang around if you like to party.”
Robbie was sitting on the sofa watching another group leave. It was one thirty in the morning and he wondered how the party could keep going if no one was going to be there. He had seen Justin go into the bathroom without noticing him, and he didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He was drinking a soda, not wanting to overdo it with the alcohol if the party was going to continue. He considered how it could continue. Maybe one or two of the guys would want to party sexually. It was a good fantasy, one to keep him waiting to see. But it was probably a futile hope on his part, but he didn’t let him stop him.
“Robbie, what are you doing here!”
Robbie looked up to see Justin standing in the doorway from the hall.
“Same as you.”
“Who invited you?”
Robbie heard the tone. Justin sounded concerned about him being there. He had rehearsed what to say. “I overhead someone in my English talking about it and I just crashed it.”
“You should leave.”
“Eli said to hang around for the party would keep going.”
“He misspoke.”
“Oh, so you’re leaving too.”
“I’m…”
Justin fell silent and looked put out.
“When you’re ready to go, we can walk back together,” said Robbie, deliberately tying his leaving to him.
Justin grimaced, then sighed. “Fine. Stay. But don’t say I didn’t warn you to leave.” Before Robbie could reply, Justin went back down the hall.
“What the fuck,” Robbie mumbled to himself as he looked around realizing everyone was gone, except for whoever was down the hall in the bedrooms. The dining room and kitchen were empty.
He went through the kitchen to the backyard finding it empty and the fire in the firepit put out. He went back inside and as he came into the kitchen Eli came in from the dining room, in nothing but a towel around the waist. He couldn’t help but stare at the upper body, the muscular form, then down at the obvious outline of the cock pushing at the front of the towel. When he looked up, Eli was holding a glass of water and smiling at him.
“I hoped you would stay,” said Eli.
“I thought…everyone is gone.”
“Not everyone,” said Eli coming closer to him. Right up in his face and touched his chest with the back of one hand. “You want to party with me.”
Robbie knew it was what he fantasized about, had done so until he nearly drove himself crazy. The opportunity was staring at him, touching him, waiting for his answer. He looked into the blue eyes while reaching out blindly to touch Eli. He felt the towel, then the cock. He ran his fingers along its length.
“Yes,” Robbie uttered.
“Come on back to my bedroom.”
Robbie knew what it meant to follow Eli. It excited him, made his heart race. It also scared him, because he didn’t really know Eli. Or Aries. Or Hugo. Or how Justin fits in. But he followed Eli through the dining room and into the hall. Four doors, two at the end of the hall on an angle to fit in the hall’s width. He knew the door to the right was a bathroom and assumed the other three were bedrooms. Eli led him to the end of the corridor as he passed the door on the left he heard someone moan loudly.
Eli entered the door on the left at the end of corridor and Robbie followed him. As Eli went to stand by the bed, he pulled the towel from his waist and tossed it on the floor. The naked ass, seductively curved, was right in front of Robbie. He watched it as Eli climbed on the bed next to Hugo, who was naked, stroking a half-hard cock.
“Come on, Robbie, take off your clothes,” said Eli.
“Okay…yes…take off my clothes,” said Robbie in a low voice, eyes glued to Hugo stroking his cock, then to Eli doing the same. The two guys lay next to each other showing their masculine bodies and hard cocks. Hugo had a nice thick uncut cock, about seven inches long. It was darker than the already dark tone of the body and the nuts were drawn up tight at the base of it. Eli had a cock a couple of inches longer, but not as thick. But with a flared head, Robbie knew a guy would feel it penetrating their ass, and he wondered if he would feel it doing so. He wanted Eli to fuck him. Looking over at Hugo, he knew he wanted both of them to fuck him.
He removed his T-shirt, tossing it carelessly on the floor. He undid his jeans and worked them down, conscious of eyes watching him. His cock was stirring, pushing outward on his boxers, and he looked at the guy’s cocks as he tugged on his own.
“Come on, Robbie, take them off,” said Hugo.
The boxers fell around his ankles, and he stepped out of them tugging on his cock. It was hardening to a full seven inches and thick enough to fill a man’s hand, and he stroked it as he stepped up to the bed wondering where he was supposed to get on it with the two guys lying side by side taking up much of it.
“Robbie, will you suck this?” said Eli waving his cock.
“Yes,” Robbie replied breathlessly. Yes, he would suck that cock. He would suck both of them, and he climbed on the foot of the bed, straddled Eli’s legs and took the cock. He held it up just to look at another man’s cock up close. Real close. He saw the smoothness of the skin stretched tight along the length of it, how the head flared wide, and it fit easily in his hand; he stroked it, then leaned over and took it in his mouth.
“Oh, yeah, suck my cock,” uttered Eli.
“Yeah, Robbie, suck that cock,” said Hugo.
Robbie didn’t need the encouragement, but it helped push him to do it. To slide his mouth down on that cock as far as he could. Then he worked his tongue and lips along the length of it, moving his head up and down.
“Fuck, suck me. Suck my cock,” said Eli.
Robbie increased his pace, worked his mouth on the cock with a steady pace. He wanted Eli to get off. He wanted that cock to shoot its load into his mouth. He wanted it so bad, he closed his eyes and focused on nothing but Eli’s cock.
“Fuck man, suck that cock. Suck it,” said Hugo.
Moving up and down on Eli, suddenly something was smacking the side of his face, and he opened his eyes to see Hugo smacking him with that thick uncut cock.
“Suck on mine,” said Hugo.
Robbie slipped off Eli and turned to Hugo and took him. He held his mouth open; tongue pushed against the cock as Hugo pumped hips working the cock over it.
“Fuck his mouth. Fuck it. Make him take all of it,” said Eli.
Hugo moaned, then pushed into Robbie’s mouth until he nearly gagged, then slow fucked him in the mouth, pushing deep into it.
“Suck it. Suck my cock,” said Hugo.
“Do it. Do it, Hugo. Let me see you pump that shit into his mouth,” said Eli.
Robbie held his mouth open, tongue tight to the cock as Hugo fucked his mouth.
“I’m close,” exclaimed Hugo.
“Take it. Take that load,” said Eli.
The cock flexed on his tongue, and Robbie knew he was about to take his first load of cum. Hugo jerked and pushed into his mouth roughly, and cum hit the back of his throat, then it filled his mouth with wad after wad, as Hugo jerked and shoved the spurting cock into it.
“Fuck, take it!” exclaimed Hugo.
“Yeah, swallow that shit,” said Eli.
And Robbie swallowed then licked the dribbling head.
Eli was manhandling Robbie, turning him on the bed as Hugo climbed off. He was sideways, head over the side of it and Eli’s cock in his face.
“Suck,” exclaimed Eli.
Robbie opened his mouth and took the cock, nearly every inch Eli pushed into his mouth. Then Eli began to slow fuck his mouth, a steady push inward, then a tug outward until only the flared head remained in it. Slowly, gently, Eli increased his pace.
“Yeah, fuck that slut’s mouth. Pump that cock into it,” said Hugo.
Robbie was aware of Hugo getting on the bed then he felt a hand push his right leg up. A hand stroked his cock, tugged on his nuts until he was moaning around Eli’s cock. Then the fingers were raking down to his ass. As cock fucked his mouth, fingers toyed with his opening, then bore into it.
“He’s a tight bitch. I wonder if he like Justin when he first showed up,” said Hugo.
“Well, Justin is no longer a virgin,” joked Eli.
“And nor will Robbie after tonight,” said Hugo.
Robbie moaned at the thought of taking Hugo as he let Eli fuck his mouth.
“Yeah, he wants it,” uttered Hugo as he worked a finger in Robbie’s ass. He worked it until the tightness lessened, then pushed two fingers into it. Robbie shivered with the stretch, and he clutched at the bed.
Hugo worked Robbie’s ass with two fingers, then three until he was moaning and grunting around Eli’s cock.
“Fuck him. Fuck that ass,” said Eli. “Let me see that cock penetrate that ass.”
The bed rocked as Hugo shifted position, and Robbie closed his eyes, held tight to the bed, and waited for his ass to be penetrated by a man’s cock. He felt the cock touch his ass, slap it back and forth as Hugo chuckled.
Eli pushed all the way into his mouth, the cock entering his throat, then he felt it, his ass stretched to take Hugo. He shuddered as that thick cock bore into his ass, slowly, inch after inch. Hands took each of his legs behind the knees and pushed them apart, then Hugo was fucking him. Slowly, pushing inward deeper and deeper until bumping against his ass.
“Jesus, fuck him,” said Eli.
“You like this Latino’s cock in your ass?” said Hugo.
Robbie tried to say yes around Eli’s cock.
The hands tightened their hold, and Hugo fucked him. Fucked faster, until the bed rocked beneath them. Hips smacked against his ass, and it pushed Eli to fuck his mouth harder, faster, working cock through his lips in a relentless pace.
“Tear up that ass,” said Eli.
“You’re close,” said Hugo, and Robbie knew he was talking to Eli. “Pump cum down his throat. Come on, Eli, do it, do it.”
“OH, fuck!” Eli exclaimed.
Eli pushed halfway into Robbie’s mouth and held still for a brief second. The cock swelled thicker and flexed against the roof of his mouth. Eli cried out, and shoved forward as the cock erupted, spurting wad after wad until his mouth was full. He swallowed and swallowed but some trickled down his face as Eli pumped out a load.
Robbie was gasping for breath as Eli stepped back from the bed. Hugo dragged him up and around on the bed. His legs were pushed down until his thighs were against his chest with Hugo moving over him, hands behind the knees. He felt breathless as Hugo pushed his legs tight to his chest and fucked. Fucked his ass hard, smacking down against it as Hugo shoved cock into his depths. The bed rocked until it was banging against the wall and Hugo was sweating and gasping for breath.
“Fuck, take me. Take my fucking cock,” exclaimed Hugo.
Robbie clutched at the bed taking it, every shove into his depths. His own cock ached with his arousal, and his ass was stretched open letting him easily take every inch of Hugo’s cock. Every fucking inch as hips banged against his ass.
“Fuck me. Fuck me, harder. Fuck my ass,” exclaimed Robbie.
“Fuck him. Come on Hugo, tear up that ass,” said Eli.
“Yeah, Hugo, fuck him,” said Justin.
Justin. He was in the room. But Robbie couldn’t focus on the thought. He wanted Hugo to fuck a load into his ass. He wanted it with such desire he couldn’t’ breathe. Rocking in rhythm with Hugo’s fuck, he just held tight to the bed. When the bed moved out of rhythm with the fuck, he opened his eyes to Justin lying next to him.
“Is this what you wanted?” said Justin.
“Yes,” Robbie replied breathlessly.
Justin leaned over and kissed him. As Hugo fucked, they kissed until he couldn’t catch his breath.
“Fuck,” exclaimed Eli.
“You just wish it were you,” said Aries.
Robbie was aware all the guys were in the room when he heard Aries’ voice. He didn’t care. He kissed Justin and took Hugo’s fuck, every thick inch.
“Fuck his ass, fuck it,” said Aries.
Robbie felt the hands tighten their hold and a shift in position and Hugo no longer fucked where the bed rocked back and forth, but straight down into his upturned ass. Hips banged against it and the bed squeaked and creaked as if it could come apart.
“Fuck, take me,” exclaimed Hugo as he shoved inward all the way and shuddered with release.
Robbie lay on his stomach watching Eli rock with Aries’ fuck as Justin bore into his depths. An arm came around his neck pulling his head up and back. The right ear was tongued then nipped and he shivered with the manipulation as Justin fucked his ass. He pictured the curved cock, about his own seven inches and how Justin stroked it when telling him to roll over. He had done it because he would have done anything for Justin.
Now he took Justin’s fuck. Took every inch, feeling the hips press against his ass.
“Jesus, fuck his ass, fuck it harder,” said Hugo.
Robbie didn’t know who to Hugo was speaking, but the bed rocked harder as Aries and Justin fucked harder. He moaned with the feel of it, Justin’s cock working inside his ass. He looked at Eli knowing it was the same with him as he took Aries’ fuck.
“Fuck me, fuck me,” uttered Robbie.
Justin lay on his back and undulated with such primitive salaciousness, he moaned and felt his own cock flex.
“Fuck me, Justin, fuck my ass,” uttered Robbie.
And Justin continued to fuck. Fucked until Robbie wanted to cum, his own cock achingly hard and every push inward by Justin just made it worse. How long could it go on, he wondered as he shivered with the nips and kisses that moved along one shoulder, up his neck, and around the right ear.
“Take it,” exclaimed Justin.
Robbie felt it. How Justin tried to push deeper, hips pumping against his ass, then he felt the body shudder and jerked against him and knew Justin was pumping a load into his ass.
Robbie was sitting back on pillows against the headboard. He slow stroked his cock, all seven, dripping inches of it, as he watched Aries fuck Eli. Fuck so hard the bed rocked beneath them. Then the looked at Justin, who was on knees at the foot of the bed stroking a still hard cock.
“Go on, Justin, sit on that cock,” urged Hugo, coming up to the bed giving Justin a playful push.
Justin knee walked forward, straddling Robbie. He pumped his cock up the chest leaving a slick smear, then leaned down and kissed him.
Robbie was so aroused he felt breathless. He moaned into Justin’s mouth when fingers took his cock and held it up. Justin shifted and he felt the ass touch the head of his cock, then rub over it.
“Fuck…Justin,” Robbie uttered, their lips barely apart. “Sit on it…please.”
The ass moved down his cock.
Robbie held the waist as Justin moved up and down. At first it was a slow fuck, one that let him sense every inch of his cock as that ass moved on it. But Justin didn’t hold back for long and was soon fucking faster, moving up and down with such physicality, the dripping cock smacked Robbie’s stomach.
“Goddamn…Justin…fuck,” exclaimed Robbie.
Hugo came up beside the bed and Justin turned to him and took his cock. While moving up and down, Hugo pumped cock into his mouth.
Robbie looked over at Eli folded in half, knees pushed down on the bed either side of his torso as Aries fucked his upturned ass. Robbie watched how the eight-inch cock came into view, at times all of it, then watched it slam back into Eli’s depths. Aries hammered Eli’s ass, the sound of hips smacking against it echoing in the room.
Turning back to Justin and Hugo, he watched Justin move up and down. He felt that movement, how the ass worked his cock. He looked at how hungrily Justin took Hugo’s cock, they way every damn inch sank into the mouth. It pushed his arousal, made him want to cum. It was unbearable, this need for release, but it would be Hugo who came first.
Justin was swallowing as Hugo shivered with release. The Adam’s apple bobbed up and down and cum trickled down the chin. Then Hugo was stepping away as Justin leaned back until resting on one hand. Robbie held the ankles as Justin took his own cock in hand. While jacking off, Justin moved his ass with an urgency, smacking down on Robbie’s hips.
“Aries, let me at that ass,” said Hugo.
Robbie looked over long enough to see Hugo enter Eli, bury every inch of his cock in the upturned ass. Then he watched Aries push Hugo over and enter him. Hugo moved between them, working ass back on Aries’ cock then pushing forward, shoving his own into Eli. Robbie watched until they were in rhythm with their fuck, and he turned back to Justin. The dirty blonde hair wet around the fringes and tousled. The blue eyes glassed over, and the full lips parted as Justin gasped for breath. Then he looked at the cock, so similar to his own, both in length and thickness. The only difference the shaft naturally curved whereas his was straight. He saw how the cock glistened in the dim light, the hand smearing the precum drooling from it. Then he looked at how the ass moved on his own cock. Up and down so easily, so quickly, he was about to cum.
“Justin; don’t stop; keep going!” exclaimed Robbie.
Aries cried out, then Hugo, the two of them coming, Aries inside Hugo, and Hugo inside Eli. Then it was just Justin and him, the two of them keeping the bed squeaking and the room full of the sound of fucking. The sound of flesh smacking against flesh. The sound of gasping for breath and utterances profane and desperate.
“Goddamn it, Robbie!” exclaimed Justin, and cum roped up his chest.
Robbie watched how Justin came, the cock spurting wad after wad until the chest and stomach was covered in it. He could smell it. He could feel how it rocked Justin, how the ass moved roughly on his cock, and he sat up, grabbed each thigh, and pushed them down on his spurting cock.
Robbie stirred, stretched, feeling someone on each side of him. Sunlight made the curtains glow, illuminating the room. He opened his eyes to see Eli on his right and Justin on his left. They lay uncovered on the bed, all three still naked. He looked at the muscular Eli admitting what a hot fuck he found him, then he looked at Justin and knew Justin was just as hot a fuck in his own way. He wondered if Justin would want to do it with him again, imagining an afternoon in one of their dorm rooms, fucking as they did the night before.
He sat up to slide off the bed and Justin stirred.
“Wait on me and we can go back together,” Justin mumbled.
“Okay. I’m going to the bathroom then will wait for you on the front porch.”
A few minutes later, the two of them strolled up the sidewalk heading back to campus. For two blocks neither said anything. Then Justin finally broke the silence.
“This wasn’t your first time, was it?”
“No, there was a guy in high school.”
“You still see him?”
Robbie scoffed, shaking his head. “After our little summer fling, we each went our different way.”
“You miss him?”
Robbie realized he missed the sex, but he didn’t really miss Jamie. “Not really. Jamie always wanted…the same thing when we had sex.”
“No give and take?” Justin grinned.
Robbie smiled back. “No.” As they turned the corner, he had to know. “What about the guys? You like one of them, you know, as more than just…”
“A fuck? I don’t know. They’re great to hang out with but…it’s just all about the sex with them and at first that is what I wanted. I wanted to lose my…”
“Virginity?”
“Yes,” Justin replied, turning red in the face.
“I couldn’t think of a better group to do that with,” Robbie joked.
They came to the intersection and waited for the light to change. When the crosswalk finally indicated they could cross, the strolled to the other side and entered the campus. They moved along the wide sidewalk making their way toward the dorm.
“Do you think…maybe we could—” Justin was stammering, suddenly shy.
“Yes.”
“Yes?”
“Yes.”
Justin smiled then looked away.
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