I'm a Slut

Prone on his bed in his dorm room, Carl pulled his ass cheeks apart to give me a great look at his hairy ass. My dick was hard and dripping from an application of lube. I put some lube in Carl’s crack and rubbed his hole with my thumb before pushing my thumb inside. I felt the sphincter quiver as I stretched it. Within seconds, I was pushing the head of my cock against Carl’s pussy. His moans of discomfort encouraged me to push harder. Once the head was inside, I gave him the entire shaft. His hands tried to keep me from entering too fast or too deeply, but they just encouraged me to pump him with more force.

I wasn’t the first guy he’d brought to his room. His preference, or so I’d heard, was a straight baseball player, the position didn’t matter. I didn’t give a shit about that either. My organic chem lab partner told me that Carl had a really tight hole, better than any girl he’d fucked. I made sure to go after Carl the first chance I had, and so far I wasn’t disappointed.

As I pumped my cock into that tight hole, Carl gave up moans that alternated between pain and pleasure. It was all pleasure on my end. I loved how I could spread my legs apart and force his legs further apart with my knees. I was amazed at how he could control the muscles of his rosebud. He was trying to grab my dick to keep me from pulling back so far to slow down the speed of my thrusts.

But I won that battle, I was pounding him so hard that I could hear my balls slap against his ass. That added to the excitement. I’d been fucking him almost five minutes when the first urge to drop my load came. I was able to hold off a little longer before that tight ass won, and I spurt several loads of seed into his fuck tunnel.

I slapped his ass and rolled off the bed. “Bro, you’ve got a great pussy.” I stood up and grabbed my clothing. I was dressed before reaching the door.

The next stop was a shower. I hurried to my dorm room. My roommate and I shared a shower with the room next door, and I hoped that no one was in there. There wasn’t, so I took a long, hot shower. It felt great, I spent the next hour finishing a paper, and then I opened my Grindr app. I was hoping for a guy on campus who was lonely on a Friday night. I was primed and knew I had a couple of good fucks in me before the morning reared its ugly head.

A knock at the door stopped me. With my luck, I expected Lorenzo to be standing on the other side. He was my only regret in the guys I’d been with. His ass was by far the loosest one I’d ever porked. The whole thing, from top to bottom, was a disaster, and my reward was to be treated as his best friend. He was an open offer to me, as he reminded me often.

I opened the door to see David, my organic chem partner. He’d been to my room once, and that was to study. We discovered we weren’t good study-partners; we spent too much time telling stories and trying to get the other partner to laugh. He’s the one who told me about Carl.

“What’s up, David?”

“I needed someone to talk to,” he was nodding. “I half expected you to be out bonking someone. I’m glad you’re here. Do you have time?”

“Of course I have time for you, you sexy piece of hunky man meat.” I didn’t actually say that, but I thought about it all the time.

“Of course. Come in,” is what I said.

“Thanks, Trey.”

David came in and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat next to him. I put my hand on his thigh; my pinky pointed toward the delicious bulge he had between his legs. David looked at me. “One of these days, maybe, but not tonight.”

I rubbed his leg. “It’s for comforting purposes only. And maybe just a gentle reminder that I’m here for you.”

“You’re sweet,” said David as he gave me a peck on the cheek. “I’ve had a confusing day. I broke a date with Susy to go out with this real hunk of a guy named Arthur. Toned muscles, hairy chest, a crotch that was either hiding a huge cock or at least two pairs of socks…”

“Fuck, that big?”

“Yeah, and he fucking no-showed. I called Susy, and she told me to go fuck myself. She’s tired of last-minute shit. My own fault, really.”

“You need to stop trying to date girls. I’ve told you, one fuck from me, and you’ll want to marry me.”

David started laughing. “You always cheer me up.”

He thought I was joking. I was sure I’d stop fucking other guys if David would get in my bed. But he didn’t think of me that way. “Want to go to the club? You can be my wingman.”

“Or you could be mine,” he poked me in the ribs.

“We could check out Grindr, see if someone is up for a three-way. No reason to go to bed early because some guy who stuffs his shorts turns chicken-shit.”

“Maybe.”

“Come on.” I gave him a peck back. We headed across campus to a little club about a block to the north that catered to the gay crowd. I scanned the place. About a dozen students and a few guys in their 30s and 40s either at the bar or playing pool. Dance music filled the place, but no one was dancing. I ordered a Coke. No sense in getting tipsy or stupid. David ordered a gin and tonic. Sadly for me, he held his liquor really well.

“I’m not seeing anything,” he said. “What about you?”

“How about that Daddy on the end over there? He’s probably a top. Why don’t you go ask him for me?”

The nice thing about coming into a place with a male friend is that people assume you are together, so they’re often just a little more cautious about coming on to you. It gave me a chance to scope things out and leave if nothing interested me. The Daddy with the strong chin, cute cleft, and nice sideburns made my dick twitch. I checked my pocket for condoms. One in each.

I watched David walk over to him and sit down. I saw the man look over at me. He smiled and said something to David. I glanced around the room and then back at the man. David was on his way back to me, and the man was still looking at me.

I kept looking at him as David sat in the seat next to me. “His name is Stewart, and he would love to have you stuff your dick up his ass. He’s willing to go to your dorm room, but it turns him on to get fucked in the back seat of his truck.

“Fuck yeah,” I said under my breath.

“You’re such a fucking slut, Trey.”

“You could change that.” I looked at him directly in the eyes.

“Stop that, you asshole. You know I want a wife and kids. Not every bi guy is a gay guy in denial.”

“I’ve never said that about you. I just want you to give me a chance. Until then…” I got off the chair and walked to the door. My eye was on Stewart the entire time. He started to follow, and I went outside.

He joined me in front of the only truck in the lot. I sensed nervousness on his handsome face. “You married, Stewart?”

“Yeah. Is that OK, Trey?”

“This is about us, not them.” I leaned forward and kissed him. His stubble was scratchy, and I felt my dick get hard. “Is this your truck?”

“Yeah.”

“Backseat?” I heard a click as the truck unlocked. I went to the passenger side, and he went to the driver’s side. We got in. We waited until the interior lights went off. I got on my knees; he had already moved the front passenger seat forward. I let him slide in front of me. “You’re a really sexy man, Stewart.” I heard him breathe heavily.

“You’re the one who’s sexy,” he said.

I reached my hand forward and touched his shirt. It was soft, probably expensive. I ran my fingers across his chest. I could feel my dick get hard. “You’re making me hard, Stewart.” I leaned in and kissed it.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “I didn’t expect this.”

I kissed him again and moved my lips toward his ear. His stubble scraped my cheek. “You’re so fucking manly. What didn’t you expect?”

“I honestly thought I’d leave with nothing, or some homely guy would bend me over in the bathroom if I was lucky.”

“Don’t sell yourself short.” I licked his ear.

“Oh, fuck.” His voice was raised in pitch.

I reached down and unbuttoned his pants. He wasn’t wearing a belt; that made it easy. I unzipped him and grabbed his cock through his underwear. “That’s a nice size.”

“Really? My wife says…”

“We’re not talking about her. She doesn’t know anything about what men need, what you need.” I kissed him again on the mouth and this time I forced his lips apart with my tongue. He responded in a way that surprised me. This man was desperate for affection, for the touch of another human. He pulled me close and kissed me hard. His hands moved down and pulled my ass closer. Our crotches touched, and our dicks were pushed together. I unbuttoned his shirt and ran my hands across his hairy chest. “Fucking A Stew, your chest is so sexy. I’m afraid to keep touching it; it’ll make me come in my pants.”

“Save that for my ass; I want you to come in my ass. Please. Will you fuck me raw? Stick your cock in me and give me your load.”

I had to think. I shouldn’t fuck him bareback, but he hasn’t fucked in years. He’s got to be safe. I’m thinking with my dick, but fuck he is sexy. He pushed my pants down and grabbed my cock.

“Oh, wow, that’s one hard penis.”

“Get your fucking shoe off,” I growled as I pulled on his left shoe. I tugged it off, then I got his pant leg down. He was still wearing his right pant leg. I pulled down the elastic of his underwear and grabbed his balls. He threw his head back, and I went down on him. The space was tight, but I sucked up and down on that rod. His reactions excited me further.

Steward struggled to keep his voice down. “Oh, shit. Fuck. Oh. Fuck.”

I pulled my mouth off his dick and fought to get his underwear off his left leg. I took the extra spittle from my mouth and rubbed it over his hole. I spit into my hand and lubed my cock. I moved closer to him and pressed my dick against his hole. I wiggled my rod up and down as he pivoted his hips. My erection began to enter him.

“Oh, yes. Push it in. Fuck me.”

I pushed harder. My dick popped into him.

He clenched his teeth. “Fucking hell. Ram it in, boy. Give it to me.”

I applied more spit to my dick, and it went in a little more easily. I began to fuck him. He would suck in air as I thrust in and mutter “fuck” as I pulled back. His hard dick poked my lower abs as pushed into him. His ass was so tight, I wanted to come almost immediately, but I ignored the urge. Hands went up quickly and pulled my head forward. Stewart kissed me the way a starving man shoves a piece of bread to his mouth. I felt the squirt of his ejaculation as it splattered across my abs and up my shirt. It tickled as it dripped down.

I slammed into him even harder and unloaded my seed into his belly. After my second ejaculation, I left my dick inside him. I ran my hands over his pecs. My cock twitched again. Fuck but that was a sexy chest.

“That was amazing. Somehow I felt you come inside me. Thank you. I wish I could do this with you every night.”

I ran my fingers through his hair. “I’d love to do this again.” I pulled my dick out. He gasped. I pulled my pants back up. I had a huge wet spot on my t-shirt. I knew it would smell like his cum. I kissed him again.

“Will you get home OK?” he asked.

“You’re sweet. I’ll be fine. Don’t go back inside; they’ll know what happened. Go home,” I told him.

“When can I see you again?”

“Stewart, be careful. Choose wisely. Good luck.” I got out of his truck. I saw David sitting on a bench on the other side of the door. I went over to him.

“Enjoy yourself?” David asked me.

“He had a really tight ass and a sexy chest.”

“You smell.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “He shot his load on me. I need a shower.”

“We’re going back to the dorm?” asked David.

“You got it. I need to get cleaned up. I think I’ve got another fuck in me. It’s yours if you want it.”

“You’re a fucking asshole. I’m not sure why I like you.”

“I love your honesty. I’m not sure why you like me either. Most people like me because I’m cute and know how to use my dick.”

“As I said, you’re a fucking asshole.”

We jogged back to the dorm as we discussed our plans for the next week. We split up as I went to my room. I showered again with my t-shirt still on. I rinsed it out, squeezed out the water, and hung it over the rod so it wouldn’t smell up my laundry. I lathered my body with my Old Spice body wash. I changed into fresh clothes.

Would it be Grindr or a trip to the library? I had a book I needed to return, so I headed to the library. I turned in the book and began my hunt. I began to consider where I would take him. Should we go back to my room or up to the room where they kept the old National Geographic journals were kept now that they were digital. A friend who had worked in the library had shown it to me. I had never had a chance to use it.

A search of the library revealed two guys sitting alone. One of them, a fairly cute blonde guy, was by himself in a study room. I walked in and sat across from him. He looked up at me. “You’re really cute,” I said with a wink.

His cheeks got red.

“And sexy, too,” I added.

I saw him bite his lower lip.

“Are you almost done studying?”

“Maybe,” he whispered.

“Need a break?”

He looked at me.

“Wow,” I whispered back. “Those are some fucking sexy eyes.”

He closed his notebook. “So, you want a blowjob in the bathroom?”

I leaned over the table. “Oh, baby, you’re too sexy for a BJ in a dirty bathroom.”

He raised one of his eyebrows.

“I think you should come back to my room. I’ll show you what real men can do for fun.”

He lifted his backpack and put his things in it. “I definitely need a break. A sexy man could help me relax. Does the sexy man have a name?”

“I’m sure you do.”

He laughed.

“I’m Trey.”

“I’m Edward.”

Edward and I walked out of the library and toward my dorm. I found out he was a political science major and planned to attend law school. He was in his junior year. He had no boyfriend or girlfriend, but he was horny he admitted.

He had sideburns that reached even with his lobes. Sideburns made me hard. David had them. The daddy in the truck had them. Edward had them. Sometimes I wondered whether just looking at men with sideburns, I could come without touching my dick.

I closed the door to my room. Edward turned to me.

“I can’t believe how clean your room is,” he said.

I smiled and walked up to him and kissed him. He kissed back. His tongue was an expert. He had done this before. After he explored my mouth, he took to my ears and neck. As he did that, I slipped my hand into the waistband of his sweatpants and underwear. I ran my hand into his crack and my finger across his rosebud. He gasped in response.

“That little mancunt of yours is sensitive,” I whispered. “I think it’s begging to be fucked.”

“Do you want me to suck you first?” Edward asked.

“Nah. I’m good with just fucking you. It’s what you want, isn’t it? You want me to pound your pussy. I could see it in the way you looked at me.”

He stared into my eyes. I knew he wanted to dispense with the foreplay and get to the fucking. Lots of guys do, they just do want to admit it. I pushed him back to my bed. He fell backward. I pulled his pants to his knees as I pushed mine off. My underwear caught on my shoe, but I untangled it easily. I unrolled a condom and lubed his ass.

“You ready, Eddy?” I smiled.

“Fuck me, you bastard.” I guess calling him Eddy riled him up. I shoved my cock into him in one push.

“Fuck,” he squealed between clenched teeth.

I started humping. He had a great hole, and I told him so. “Oh, Ed. You are so fucking tight. This is one of the best pussies I’ve fucked.”

He grabbed me by the neck. “It’s the best pussy you’ve ever fucked, you asshole. Fuck me harder. Be a man and slam me with that dick.”

Maybe I’m an asshole, but I am obliging. I pumped him with every fiber of my being. He came with such force that it was like a cow pissing on a rock. Cum bounced off his chin and splattered across his shirt. That turned me on and I fucked him just a little harder before filling the condom. “Fuck,” that was good. I sat on my bed next to him. He lowered his feet to the floor. “I bet that ass is going to be sore tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but that was fucking awesome.”

“Agreed. I’m gonna sleep like a baby now,” I said.

“You’re not going to ask me to stay, are you?”

“You got it. I’m not a cuddler. I’m an asshole bastard, just like you said.”

“To thine own self be true.” He smiled. “I can be a bit of a cunt if I’m not careful.”

“Yeah? But you’re a tight cunt,” I said. Edward chuckled. “Do you need to use the bathroom, Ed?”

“No. I’m only a building over. My roommate’s a prick. I want to walk into the room smelling of cum.”

“You’re right; you are a cunt.”

I woke up about nine the next morning. My roommate Steve was still asleep. Who knows what time he came in. David was seated at my desk working with his chemistry book open. “Good morning, handsome. When did you get here?”

“About an hour ago.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I asked. I sat up in bed.

“Steve left the door open again.”

“I’ll talk to him. Again.” I stood up. I had to pee, so my cock was about 75% hard.

“Do you have to point that thing at me?”

“Sorry, I guess he just wanted a good morning kiss.” I headed to the bathroom. As I peed into the toilet, I thought about the guy I’d met that wanted to swallow my pee. That really grossed me out. I jumped into the shower and freshened up. Saturday mornings were meant for study, and I intended to get the most out of the remaining hours. I came back into the room and put on clean underwear, some new running shorts, and a t-shirt that showed off my muscles. I hoped David would notice.

“Did you finish your lab write-up?” he asked me.

“All but the last question that said work with your partner.”

The two of us finished up the write-up before I completed my math assignment for Monday. By a little after twelve, I was ready for lunch. David hadn’t asked me what happened after he left last night, so I didn’t mention anything.

After lunch, I asked him what his plans were.

“I originally had plans with Susy, but she wrote me a really nasty text late last night so that’s over. I thought I’d drive over to my grandparents and spend the night there. What about you?”

“I…” I looked down at the ground. I didn’t tell him that I had hoped to spend the day with him, and maybe the evening, too. “I figured since you and Susy were over, you…”

“Trey, I’m going to see my grandparents. I’ll see you in class on Monday.” With that, he walked away.

How many guys would I have to fuck to get him out of my mind? I looked up and scanned around me. There were a few groups of guys scattered around; maybe it was time to check my Grindr app. The sun was too bright to see the photos clearly, so I headed back to my dorm room. As I neared the corner of the building, I looked out at the parking lot and saw a man standing next to a truck. I squinted. Was that Stewart from last night? What the fuck was he doing here? He saw me and he waved. He recognized me after a backseat tumble in the dark. I did not want to get tangled up with him. But he was fucking sexy with that hairy chest.

Lorenzo ran up to me at that moment. “Hey, Trey. I was hoping to run into you. My ass has been lonely. I could sure use some of your magic peter power.” He laughed. “You up for some fucking?”

I made a quick decision. “Sorry, Lorenzo. I’ve got a date. Maybe later?” I headed toward the truck.

“Please don’t be pissed,” he said as I got closer.

“Not pissed. Just surprised,” I told him.

“My wife left a month ago. Took the kids. I’m alone.”

“I’m not someone you can date,” I told him. “I fuck guys and I study. That’s what I do.”

“I’m willing to take that, Trey.”

Shit, I didn’t want to fuck him again. That wasn’t in my plans. There was only one guy that I would consider fucking twice, and he didn’t want to let me have him once. But, hell, Stewart was kind of handsome, in a rugged sort of way. And fuck me, he was wearing his shirt open, and I could see that chest hair. “You’re going to have to come to my room.”

“Fine.”

“My roommate might be there.”

“And?”

“I’m not going to kick him out.”

“You want him to watch us?”

“I want you to ignore him.”

“OK,” he replied. “Will you kiss me like last night?”

“Will you rim my ass?” I asked.

“I’d love to,” he smiled.

I bit my lower lip. “Follow me.”

Steve wasn’t there when we arrived. I locked the door behind me. Steward pressed me against the door with his body and kissed me hard and passionately. My cock strained in my pants as his tongue fucked my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his waist and used them to crush his groin against mine.

I pulled my face away. “Fuck, Stewart, let me breathe.”

“I want you to be my personal whore,” he growled.

“I’m no whore, but right now, I’m your slut.”

He swung us around. “Which bed is yours?”

“On the left,” I was already panting.

He dropped me down on it and pulled my pants and underwear off. He rolled me over and buried his face in my ass crack.

“Fuck.” My voice was an octave higher than usual. I couldn’t believe how good it felt to have his lips massage my hole. Then his tongue began to fuck my hole. “Yeah, Stewart, oh, fuck that’s so good.” He pulled back a bit to take a breath, and I turned around and started removing his shirt.

“I want to feel his sexy chest rub against me.” I kissed him and forced my tongue into his mouth. He wrapped his tongue around mine and then pushed me back onto the bed. His pants and shoes were off in an instant. He pushed me back again and kissed me. His mouth traveled down leaving a trail of kisses until he sucked my cock into his mouth.

After sliding up and down my shaft, he began kissing my balls. “Wow, your precum tastes great,” he said just before he turned me over and began rimming my ass again. I could feel his chest move against the back of my legs. I was more turned on than I had ever been. I reached back and spread my cheeks so his tongue had better access.

“Fucking hell that feels so good,” I cried. Tears actually streamed down my face. I’m not sure what came over me next, but I tilted my ass up and said, “Fuck me, Stewart. Put your cock in me. Take my cherry hole.” That’s right, I had never bottomed. I was 100% top.

That is until Stewart moved up and slid his hard dick into me and began fucking me as if tomorrow would never come. He fucked me for a solid minute before pulling out and leaving me with an empty feeling inside. “No, I need you inside me.”

He flipped me on my back and kissed me again. How could each kiss be more wonderful, more passionate than the last? He pushed my knees toward my head and apart and then pushed his cock into me once more. He pistoned in and out of me. His fuck was more wonderful than I could have ever imagined. He was hitting the magic spot I always aimed for. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open; they wanted to roll back into my head with each of his thrusts. Suddenly, I felt my dick get really rigid, and I shot my load into my comforter.

Stewart was grunting with each forward shove of his dick into my hole and then he slammed into me with more force. I felt an incredible sensation of fullness before the weight of his body pushed me down into the bed. I felt him pull his cock free from my pussy. The cum spurted out of my ass even though I tried to hold it in. He rolled onto his side and pulled me up to him. He kissed my forehead and temple. I ran my fingers over his chest. My vision was blurry, and I was floating.

I had let another man fuck me. And I liked it. No, I loved it. I could see myself doing this with him every day. No wonder the guys I fucked wanted me to do them again.

“I’m not sure which I liked better,” said Stewart. “That was awesome, but last night is why I’m here today.”

“You don’t have to choose. We can do both.”

Stewart chuckled.

“You know,” I told him. “I’ve been thinking about being monogamous. I don’t really want to be a slut anymore.”

“When did you decide this?”

“About five minutes ago, when you came in my ass.”