Mark clapped his big, meaty hand on Tyler’s shoulder and gave the room one last sweep. “Alright, boys. We’re gonna grab some dinner and take a quick tour of the campus before it gets dark. You three enjoy the rest of your visit.” He shot Michael a friendly nod. “Nice meeting you, man. Take care of that kid of yours.”
Tyler lingered for half a second longer, eyes flicking once more to Jack’s smooth, bare thighs and the tiny white shorts that had ridden up dangerously high while he’d been helping with the last box. Then he followed his dad out, the door clicking shut behind them.
The second the lock engaged, the atmosphere in the small dorm room changed.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
Ryan let out a low, dirty chuckle and turned to Jack, who was still sitting sweetly on the edge of his freshly made bed in those tiny white shorts. “Well, little bro… looks like your new roommate and his dad are gone. Think they noticed how hard Tyler was getting every time you bent over?”
Jack’s cheeks flushed that pretty pink, but he didn’t deny it. He glanced toward the closed door, then back at his brother and father with those big blue puppy-dog eyes. “I… I wasn’t trying to tease him,” he said softly, voice gentle and a little shy. “I just wanted us all to get along.”
Michael stepped closer, towering over his youngest son. His big calloused hand slid down Jack’s slim back and cupped one smooth, bare asscheek through the thin fabric of the shorts. “Bullshit, son,” he rumbled, voice already thick with hunger. “You know exactly what you do to men. Poor Tyler didn’t stand a chance. Bet he’s already half-hard thinking about you in the hallway right now.”
Ryan dropped onto the bed beside Jack, slinging a muscular arm around his brother’s narrow shoulders and pulling him in until their bodies pressed together. “Mark and Tyler seem nice,” he said conversationally, even as his free hand slowly slid up Jack’s smooth thigh. “But they don’t got what we got. No real bond. You saw it. They’re just… normal. Polite handshakes. Small talk. They don’t share like we do.”
Jack shivered as Ryan’s fingers slipped under the hem of his shorts, brushing the sensitive skin where thigh met ass. He bit his lower lip, that soft, innocent expression never leaving his face even as his own thick cock began to visibly swell inside the tiny white fabric.
Michael’s hand squeezed Jack’s ass possessively. “That’s right. Thompson men take care of their own. We don’t leave a boy feeling nervous or lonely on his first day away from home.” He leaned down and kissed Jack slow and deep, tongue sliding into that sweet, willing mouth. Jack melted against his dad’s sweaty chest with a soft, breathy moan.
Ryan watched for a moment, his own cock thickening visibly in his shorts, then pulled Jack’s face away from their father and claimed his mouth next. The kiss was filthier, more demanding. Jack whimpered sweetly into it, eyes fluttering half-shut, one small hand resting on Ryan’s thick thigh.
They didn’t rush it at first.
Michael and Ryan took their time undressing their boy. Michael peeled Jack’s tank top over his head while Ryan slowly dragged those tiny white shorts down his long, smooth legs, freeing the heavy, already-leaking cock that slapped up against Jack’s flat belly. Both men stripped too, their big, veiny cocks springing free and slapping heavily against their abs.
They laid Jack out on his brand-new bed and worshipped him slowly — kissing his neck, sucking on his pretty pink nipples, licking the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. Fingers teased his hole, spreading open his tiny pink starfish to probe gently around the rim. Jack moaned softly the entire time, legs spreading wider, that same innocent, wondrous expression on his face as his dad and brother reminded him exactly how close their family really was.
Only when Jack was whimpering and rocking his hips, silently begging for more, did Michael finally speak.
“Think we’ve got time for one last proper goodbye before Tyler comes back?” he asked Ryan with a dark smile.
Ryan grinned, already stroking his thick cock. “Plenty of time.”
Michael kissed his younger son slow and deep while Ryan sucked one of Jack’s pretty pink nipples, then he moved lower to kiss his son lovingly all over his fat dick. Jack’s soft, breathy moans filled the room as they worked him over---fingers, tongues, then cocks. Ryan slid into his tight hole first, bare and raw, groaning at the familiar velvet heat. Michael fed his own fat dick into Jack’s mouth, and the boy sucked him eagerly, big blue eyes looking up with that wondrous, innocent stare.
They rotated. They kissed him constantly. They told him how much they were going to miss using him every day.
Then the real goodbye began.
Michael lay on his back and pulled Jack down onto his thick cock, impaling the boy in one smooth motion. Jack gasped, eyes fluttering. “Yeah Dad, fuck me,” he whispered, voice trembling with that sweet, overwhelmed tone. Ryan moved in behind him, rubbing his leaking cockhead against Jack’s already-stretched hole. He pushed in slowly, stretching Jack open around both of them.
Jack whimpered, body shaking, but he pushed back like the perfect little bottom he was, taking both thick cocks deep in his ass at once. “Ohh…fuck yeah…” His enormous cock throbbed untouched against his flat belly, leaking a steady stream of pre-cum.
They DP’d him slow and thorough at first, then harder. The bed creaked violently under the three of them. Ryan and Michael found a rhythm, slamming into their boy together, balls slapping wetly against Jack’s smooth ass. Spit-roasting came next---Michael pulling out of his ass only long enough to shove back into Jack’s mouth while Ryan railed his hole, then switching. Load after load pumped into him.
Michael came first, flooding Jack’s guts with thick, hot ropes while Ryan kept pounding through the mess. Ryan followed minutes later, breeding his little brother deep. They kept going. Another round in his mouth. Another double load in his ass. Cum poured out of Jack’s wrecked hole in heavy white globs every time a cock pulled free, soaking the sheets, the mattress, everything. The once-clean bed became a swampy, spermy disaster---drenched in sweat, spit, and load after load of Thompson cum.
By the end Jack was a beautiful wreck: face and chest painted with pearly ropes, hole gaping and leaking nonstop, his own thick cock still rock-hard and untouched, twitching desperately.
The door to the room swung open without a knock.
Tyler stepped inside, backpack slung over one shoulder, clearly expecting an empty room so he could nap before the evening campus activities. He froze.
Jack was on his back in the middle of the soaked bed, legs spread wide, both his dad and brother still buried inside him---Michael balls-deep in his ass, Ryan’s cock resting heavy across the boy’s cum-glazed lips. Thick white cum dripped from Jack’s chin and swollen hole, pooling onto the ruined sheets beneath him. His enormous cock stood straight up, throbbing visibly, the head shiny and purple.
Tyler’s eyes went wide with pure horror. His mouth opened, but no sound came out. He couldn’t look away from sweet, innocent Jack---those big blue puppy-dog eyes still soft and wondering even now, cum streaking his pretty face, a soft, dazed little smile forming on his lips.
Jack blinked slowly at his new roommate. A delicate bead of cum slid down his cheek as he spoke, voice sweet and breathy and utterly demure, like he was simply offering to share notes for class.
“Hi, Tyler. Do you… want to become really close friends?”
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