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My freshman year at college was an eye-opener, to say the least. It was the first year away from home at the University of Texas; I decided not to make the trip back home for the long Thanksgiving weekend. Instead, I was planning on enjoying the cafeteria's Thanksgiving buffet, which many of my upper class-men friends said was outstanding. I also had a paper due after the break that I had yet to get started on.
Very few people at school know that I like dick. I'd enjoyed a couple of romances with other inquisitive young men on campus, but no one seemed to want to get hooked into anything long-term. I don't think I did, either. I was enjoying myself, exploring my new world. I'd been told about a few hot cruising spots, and had tested the waters. My favorite had become the Pilot truck stop, out near Interstate 35 north of town. The back, "handicap" stall had a glory-hole cut into it, behind the toilet paper holder, and I'd discovered that truck drivers enjoyed a warm, willing mouth after long hours on the road.
As a freshman, living in the dorms, I was stuck on the ground floor in a room with two other people. It is a single room, with a bathroom attached, kind of like a hotel room. We are all academics, Tucker is majoring in mathematics and Ben is an English major. Both want to be teachers, and often joke about what would be the the best way to bang teen girls is to become their understanding teacher. I thought they both had strange motives for wanting to teach, but who am I to judge. I've been having sex-dreams about my own math instructor, Mr. Contreras.
My roommates were straight and so I keep my sexual preference to myself. They're good guys and we go out to eat often and sometimes watch a movie together. Sometimes they invite girls over and when they do, everyone else leaves for the evening. It doesn't happen that often, but when It does, I spend the time hanging out in the common areas or day room.
Back to Thanksgiving. As it would turn out, Tucker had a girlfriend and was staying on campus for the weekend. Ben had gone home, so I was the only one being "put-out" by his wanting to spend time with her. Tucker's girlfriend was something of a porker, to be blunt. He swears that she gives good head and I think that is the only reason he keeps going out with her.
After enjoying the Thanksgiving meal in the cafeteria, I wondered back to the room only to find the "signal" hanging on the doorknob. A length of red cord Ben had brought from his art class. Very Cliché, right? So, I turned around and decided to see what was going on in the day room
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The Thanksgiving day Chargers vs Cowboys football game was playing on the big screen. There were six other guys hanging out, watching from the worn over-stuffed chairs and sofa that the school must have furnished some years ago. Most of the guys, whom I knew only by sight, were drinking beers. I wasn't offered one, so I went over and bought a soda out of the nearby machine. I popped the tab on my Dr. Pepper and settled into one of the deep chairs towards the back to kill the afternoon.
When halftime came, a few of the guys got up and headed out. I heard them discussing the game, as well as the buffet, so I assumed they were headed to the cafeteria. A couple stuck around to watch the half-time show. One got up, stretched, and then turned to look right at me. He was ruggedly handsome, and dastardly cute, and I was immediately in lust.
"You live in this dorm?" he asked, with a deep voice that made my chest rumble. He had tattoos on both arms, which were strong but not huge. He was at least six-foot tall, if not a few inches more. His blonde hair was cut short and he his sideburns grew down to complete a full beard. His entire face reminded me of Chris Hemsworth at that moment.
"Yeah, down the hall," I replied.
He nodded, giving the direction I'd indicated a glance. "Freshman, eh?"
I nodded in reply. "Yeah." I watched him as he went over a bought a Dr. Pepper for himself, though I'd noticed that he had been drinking a beer earlier.
"You like the Cowboys?" he asked me a moment later, after taking a long drink from his soda.
"Not really," I replied. "More of a Steelers fan," I added. He nodded.
"I'm a Cowboys man, through and through," he said as he took a seat on the arm of the chair where I sat. "I'm from Dallas, matter of fact."
“ You don't sound like a Texan," I commented.
He laughed. "I wasn't born there. My family's from Richmond, originally, but we've moved around. I went to high school in Dallas, though, so that's where I claim, these days."
“ I'm from western Pennsylvania, between Pittsburgh and the Ohio border," I offered, though I don't think he was impressed. He drank more of his soda, and then leaned nearer and in a softer voice, he said, "I've seen you around, and I know you have a thing for guys." He straightened up and I looked up at him. He had a sparkle in his eyes and the kind of smile that only a Brandon could have. "I've got beers up in my room, if you'd like one?" He stood up and tilted his head towards the stairs leading up to the second and third floors. The two others still in the dayroom weren't paying us any attention. "Sure," I croaked, and tossed my empty can into the waste basket as I stood up to follow him.
Once we hit the third floor, where only Juniors and Seniors lived, he looked back over his shoulder and finally introduced himself, "I'm Brandon, by the way." “David," I replied as I followed him down the carpeted, quiet hallway. He stopped at a door halfway down and pulled a set of keys from his jeans and opened the door.
His dorm room was very much the same as mine, except that he was the only occupant. Just inside the door was the bathroom, to the left. And next came a small kitchenette, which we didn't have in the freshman dorms. It was little more than a half refrigerator under the counter, which held a microwave oven, a small sink below the upper cabinet, and a bar-like counter that separated the kitchen form the living area. Brandon's living area was dominated by a large bed. Easily a queen-sized bed, with a lot of pillows piled against the head-board, which doubled as a bookshelf. In the far corner, next to the window, was a corner desk, with a computer, dozens of books and notebooks, a small lamp, and an office chair pushed in. Obviously, his work station. A chest of drawers stood next to that, with a television atop it, facing the bed. There was no other furniture. The bed's size forbid it.
"I don't normally entertain," Brandon explained, "but when I do, it's usually in the bed." I looked at him then, and he was grinning wide. He hesitated a moment, and then turned to retrieve two beers from the low refrigerator. I couldn't help but check out his ass, snug in the tight jeans, as he bent over. My cock twitched. What was going on here, I asked myself.
"I hope you like Silver Bullets," he grinned as he handed the Coors Light bottle to me. I nodded and muttered something as he took hold of my hand, and the bottle, to pop the cap off. His fingers brushed across the back of my hand as he let it go, and sent jolts of electricity up my arm. I might have been trembling as I took a gulp of the ice-cold beer. Brandon drank from his and I watched as he rolled into his big bed and propped up against the headboard. He reached for a remote control and aimed it at the television. It popped on, but I don't know what it was tuned to. I was too busy watching Brandon pull his t-shirt up and off, revealing his naked upper torso. My eyes were locked onto his strong, lightly-hairy chest while he kicked off his shoes. After another pull at the beer, he looked over at me and asked, "You going to stand there all day? Or do you want to relax?" He patted the bed beside himself, grinning as he did.
I hesitated a bit longer, still in a daze as to what was happening, and then pried my feet out of my own tennis shoes before tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed. "Relax, buddy. Lay back and enjoy your beer."
I did as Brandon directed, and soon I was propped up beside my host, watching television. It was only then that I noticed that the television sat atop a VCR, and it was a movie that we were watching. "You enjoy porn?" Brandon asked, even as the screen was suddenly filled with a strong-bodied stud dropping his beach towel away. His cock was semi-hard, shaved clean, and soon was engulfed in the mouth of a blonde bimbo with big titties. I don't think I ever answered.
We sat watching the movie for a good five minutes. I was uncomfortable, since my cock was beginning to grow in my jeans at an awkward angle. Brandon seemed to be relaxed, and once he reached down to reposition his own cock within his jeans. I noticed his bulge and found my eyes on it more than the action on the television. So it was that I missed out on the arrival of a second hard-bodied stud. This one was just as naked, with a long, semi-hard cock as well. The bimbo released the first cock and let it hang while turning her oral attentions to the new-comer. I found myself looking more at that cock than the girl, since there wasn't much of her to see, anyway. The first guy knelt down a moment later and told her, "Suck his cock deep, Trixie," as if she needed to be told. I turned my eyes back to Brandon's bulge then, listening to the sounds of Trixie slurping on a cock, when Brandon reached down and give himself a full handed squeeze.
"There you go," he muttered, and I looked up to see the first stud open his mouth and Trixie guide the new-comer's dick in. The first stud started sucking his friend deep while Trixie went lower to attack his forgotten member.
"You like bisexual stuff, do you?" Brandon asked a moment later. That was when I noticed that I was rubbing my dick through my jeans pretty openly, just as he was. "So, do I," he admitted. I was looking at his hand on his bulge when he added, "I also enjoy getting blown while watching porn." I looked up at him then. He was grinning wide. "Want to blow me, David?" he asked, and then I heard his zipper. I looked back to his lap and he was already pushing his jeans, and underwear, down. His cock, surrounded by a well-trimmed forest of dark hair, sprang up.
"Go ahead, David. I know you want to. I know you're a fag and enjoy sucking dick. Go ahead and suck mine." I didn't like the word "fag,” but he was right. I enjoyed a hard cock in my mouth as any fag, and I wanted to suck his right then and there. It had become obvious that this was the reason he had asked me up to his room. Fine by me. I'd have to find out later how he found out about me, though.
I put the beer bottle I held on the headboard shelf, gave Brandon a long look, just to see if he was fucking with me, and then I quickly slipped down the bed. I leaned over, my eyes going to his upraised cock sticking out above his underwear, and reached for it. My fingers wrapped around the shaft even as I lowered my lips to the pink knob. I felt his manly warmth on my lips and wrapped them tightly just below the ridge of its crown.
"Ooohhh, man!" Brandon sighed as I began to run my tongue around and over his knob. I squeezed his shaft and then began to stroke him, up and down. Brandon grabbed my head and began to push me down his length, and I opened wider to accept his cock. It wasn't as if I was resisting, only I wanted to take my time and enjoy him. Brandon had other ideas, however. Within seconds, he was forcing my head up and down, my mouth running along the top half of his cock, while he also humped his hips upward. I reached into his underwear and scooped up his ball-sack, making him moan when I gave them a gentle squeeze.
"That's a good fag! Suck my dick, David!" Brandon moaned. His fingers curled into my shaggy hair but he had stopped forcing my head down. I was bobbing on his knob good enough by then. I used one hand to massage his balls while using my other to twist and stroke the three of four inches of his shaft at the base. After just a few moments I began to taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue, and I hummed with delight. Brandon responded with a moan of pleasure himself.
Brandon began to pull at my t-shirt and I let his cock drop free long enough for him to pull it off. Once it was off, it tossed to the floor, I returned to lapping at his knob. "Get my jeans off," he insisted, and I let his cock go again while I tugged his jeans down and off. Once fully naked on his bed, Brandon relaxed back into the pile of pillows and spread his legs wide. His heavy balls, covered in dark fur, hung low, covering the brown-eye of his anus, while his cock twitched above. My mouth was watering as I returned to sucking and slurping, quite noisily in fact, on my new lover's manhood.
After I had spent a few moments enjoying his scrotum with my lips and tongue, Brandon said, "Why don't you get those jeans off, David?" I sat up and quickly went at my belt. I was watching him watch me as I stripped naked. He had a hunger in his eyes that I'd seen a few times in the past. He wasn't looking to reciprocate, to give as he'd been getting. Instead, he had that predatory gleam in his eyes that I'd come to enjoy.
Brandon was stroking his cock as I stripped, and when my own cock sprang into view, he seemed to give me a quick once-over. As I returned to his side, kneeling on the bed, he reached up and guided my head back into his lap. "Get back to work, Dude," he moaned, even as I gulped his cock back into my willing mouth. "That's a good fag. Suck that dick."
At some point while I worked his dick over, he began to work on my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them with one hand, eventually sliding his finger along my crack. When he touched my anus, I moaned into his cock. It was then that the door to his room opened.
"Hey! Carlo!" Brandon called. "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming over today."
“ Jeez, Brandon. Where'd you get the plaything?" Carlo had a thick Hispanic accent, and I turned to look back at him. He was dark skinned, about my height, with dark, curly hair and a broad mustache. He was built like Brandon in that he was strong and lean. He wore dark jeans and a white t-shirt. He was looking hard at my upraised ass, which was aimed his way as he came into the living area.
"David here lives down stairs," Brandon explained. "I hooked him in the day room."
“ He's a freshman?" Carlo asked as he reached out and stroked my naked butt. Brandon still had my head in his hand and forcing me up and down his shaft as he and his friend talked.
"Yeah. I'd heard about a cute freshman who'd been giving head in the library johns," Brandon told Carlo, thus answering a few of my questions. "I took a chance that he was the one. Sure enough. Soon as I pulled out, he was on me like a wolf on a jackrabbit."
I glanced back and saw that Carlo was pulling his shirt up and off. He was bare-chested and ripped. I might have moaned a little as he stripped. "Keep sucking, bitch!" Brandon insisted, and I returned my attention to enjoying his mouth-filling meat.
"Can I get a bit of that?" Carlo asked after another minute, and Brandon pulled my face away from this crotch.
"Say hello to my Texican friend, David," Brandon told me, and I twisted around to find Carlo standing at the side of the bed, just as naked as Brandon and me. His cock was thick and short, and surrounded by thick, dark curls, with a round, caramel-colored knob. The piss-slit was deep and long, and I just had to have a taste. I knelt on the bed and let Carlo guide his cock between my parted lips. My mouth was filled with warm, hard man-flesh once again.
"Oh, man! This fag's got a nice mouth!" Carlo groaned as I went to work. Like Brandon, he curled his fingers in my hair and guided my bobbing tempo along his length. Meanwhile, I felt the mattress move beneath my knees as Brandon rolled away. A moment later I felt his hands on my up-raised ass, stroking my flesh. I was beginning to get the picture even before I felt the cool drool of some sort of lubricant splash along my butt-crack. Brandon's fingers came next, running up and down my valley a few times before I felt him take aim and jab a long finger into my hole.
"Uuunnggghh!" I grunted into Carlo's crotch as Brandon's finger worked high into my rectum. My legs trembled slightly from the sudden pain, but it was nothing compared to what was on the way. I again felt the bed moving and I knew Brandon was moving into position. I concentrated on Carlo's cock, but as I felt Brandon pull his finger free of my anus, I braced myself for what I knew to be coming.
"Watch your teeth," Carlo told me a second before I felt the spongy knob of Brandon's dick press against my hole. I forced my mouth wide, Carlo's cock still on my tongue, as Brandon leaned into me. My hole hadn't been prepared very well, although I was well-lubed, and the flash of pain that ripped through me in the moment Brandon's knobbed popped through made me howl into Carlo's groin.
"Shit! This bitch is tight!" Brandon grunted as he forced inch after inch of his hard dick up my ass. It felt incredible, as painful as it was. I was addicted to cock, up my ass or down my throat by this point in my life, but I could still probably count how many times I'd been fucked on my two hands. My sphincter hadn't yet grown relaxed enough to allow a powerful initial entry yet. My guts twisted to accept his length, jolting me each time he pushed deeper. My own cock had gone limp below my belly as I was sodomized. It took Brandon a good three or four thrusts until I finally felt his balls bang against my own. I was vibrating with pain and excitement as Brandon held his meat deep in my furnace.
"His ass is so fucking hot and tight," Brandon moaned. "Reminds me of the first time I had you, Carlo."
“ Nothing like the feel of fresh meat wrapped around your dick, right Amigo?" Carlo laughed. "Or the feel of a new dick up your ass for the first time, right bitch!" Carlo added for me. I moaned around his dick in response, adding a brief nod as I returned to servicing his wonderful cock.
A moment later, the scene fully hit me. I was being spit-roasted, and on Thanksgiving. I'd always wondered what it would be like, to be taken by two studs at the same time. I had a cock up my ass and another working its way down my throat. This was a first for me. I'd seen it done, on video, but had never thought about how to go about enjoying it. Now it was being done to me, and I was loving it. My ass had relaxed and Brandon was working me over with deep, steady thrusts that had my guts churning. Carlo's dick was leaking tasty cream along my tongue as he face-fucked me. I was in fag-heaven, to be so crude.
All too soon, Brandon eased out of me, and even as I was moaning my anguish, I heard him ask Carlo, "You want to get some of this sweet ass?"
Carlo was quick to pull out of my mouth. "Hell, yeah, man!" As I turned to face Brandon and present my ravaged ass for Carlo, Brandon handed him the blue bottle of lubricant. I saw Brandon's throbbing cock, recently buried up my ass and glistening with lubrication. I wanted it back in my mouth, but I wasn't all that thrilled about tasting my ass. Brandon must have thought of that because he produced a hand towel from somewhere and gave his dick a good wipe down, even as Carlo added a fresh layer of lube to my crack.
"Open wide!" Brandon insisted a moment later, and I complied. As his dick slipped into my mouth, Carlo pushed into my ass, his slightly wider cock wedging me open as he plunged fully into my guts with a single, strong thrust.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" I growled into Brandon's dick as a fresh pulse of pain ripped up my spine. My throat opened and he pushed in, making me gag. I jerked back but held Brandon's knob between my lips. Carlo began to drill me hard and deep, and my moans vibrated through Brandon's dick, making him moan as well as he began to face-fuck me. Again, I was the roast between two powerful studs, and loving every minute of it.
I lost all track of how long I remained in that position. I enjoyed the feel of the piston up my ass as well as the delicious flavors coating my tongue. I was being used and was enjoying every second of it. Hands rubbed my back and butt. My whole body tingled, and my cock had grown rock-hard again and wagged beneath me as Carlo drilled me hard and deep.
"I'm going to cum up his ass, Brandon!" Carlo suddenly cried out. Even as I turned my senses to my ass, Brandon pulled his cock from my lips, and then yanked me forward. Carlo's cock popped from my guts and my ring slammed shut painfully.
"No, you don't!" Brandon roared. "His ass is mine!" Brandon rolled me onto my back and spun me around until he had my ankles in his hands. He pushed my legs back over my chest and shoved his cock, coated with my thick saliva, against my vacated anus. With a hard thrust, my ring opened and in he plunged.
"Ooohhh, Goooddddd!" I cried out as Brandon returned to my dark depths. His pubic hair crushed against my balls as he bottomed out within me. I was as full as I'd ever been and the trembling of my guts around his long, hard poker was accompanied by a stabbing pain, deep inside. This caused me some concern, until he started to ride in and out of me once again. The pain went away quickly, replaced by a deep pleasure. Again, my own dick had gone soft when he penetrated me, but as he fucked me, I began to harden once again.
The bed was bouncing beneath my ass as Brandon power-drilled me. I was panting and grunting along with him as he sodomized me so wonderfully. My cock, now rock-hard once again, wagged and bounced between us, slapping against his abs as well as mine. It felt fantastic. I looked up and saw Carlo hovering above me with his dick in his hand. I caught his eyes with mine, and then opened my mouth wide. In plunged his cock. I tasted my ass, but at that point I didn't care anymore. I sucked and slurped on his offered manhood and was rewarded with a thick, salty mouthful of cream.
"Yeah! Eat that shit! Drink my sperm!" Carlo growled as he shot off in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed his semen as fast as I could, but still my cheeks were coated in cum by the time he'd finished off.
A moment after Carlo slipped his dick from my mouth, Brandon leaned over me and looked deep into my eyes. "You ready for this?" he asked as his thrusting began to get more erratic and spasmodic.
"Yes! Fuck me and fill me!" I panted. I watched his features tighten and his eyes pinch closed. His cock began to throb and grow in my ass. "Cum in me, Brandon! Give me your load!"
"Ahhh!" Brandon roared and pushed hard and deep into me. He held his throbbing dick inside me as he began to fill me with his hot seed. I tightened my ring around his pulsing shaft and took hold of his hips to keep him buried deep. I wanted every drop of his seed and was getting it. Brandon had to have fired off for a full two minutes before he began to tremble and relax. His cock had stopped pulsing and I tightened a little more around it as he began to soften and slip out of me. Finally, Brandon rolled away, panting heavily. As he exited me, I tried to hold my asshole closed, but I still felt some of his load leak out. I reached down and pushed what I could back inside and held my finger in my ass until my ring regained its own strength.
Meanwhile, Carlo had slipped away to the bathroom. My mouth was coated in his cooling and drying semen. His aroma filled my nose. I reached up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Beside me, Brandon had retrieved the hand towel and after wiping his limp cock off he handed it to me. I wiped my hand off and then tucked the towel between my cheeks to wipe away the remaining lubricant.
"You want to take a shower, David?" Brandon asked. I nodded. "Go ahead. I'll wait."
I rolled out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Carlo stepped out, still naked, wiping his crotch off. He brushed past me without a word and headed for the refrigerator. I went on into the small bathroom and soon was enjoying a soothing hot shower. When I stepped out, Brandon was standing in the bathroom, and we passed without a word. When I started out, he asked, "You want to stick around for a while, David?"
“ Sure, I guess," I replied. I waited for his reply, but he was already in the shower. I joined Carlo in the living room, taking a seat beside him on the bed, as he found the second football game of the day on the television. However, we didn't spend much time watching the game. After Brandon had showered and joined Carlo and me, things heated up quickly again. I ended up straddling Brandon, who lay on his bed, and rode his big cock like any good cow-girl. Carlo alternated between sucking my dick and feeding me his as I rode Brandon's thrusting cock. After a while, I ended up on my back with Carlo above me, force-feeding me his dick. I was surprised when Brandon went to town on Carlo's ass with his tongue, but not so much when he replaced his tongue with his cock. I had a worms-eye view as he power-drilled Carlo, who easily took all of Brandon's big dick. It was obvious that they were more than just friends by now.
Brandon eventually rolled Carlo onto his back, and as he'd previously done with me, Brandon power-fucked him into the mattress. Brandon instructed me to put my mouth back to work, and I sucked long and hard on Carlo's throbbing manhood until Brandon fucked his second load out and down my throat. As I gulped creamy semen, Brandon began to growl and fill Carlo up with his own second load of the day. I sat back, licking my lips, and realized that both of these fine upper-classmen had nutted twice that afternoon, and I'd yet to cum once. My balls ached and my cock throbbed as I watched Brandon disengage from Carlo.
"You need to get off, don't you?" Brandon asked me.
"Frantically!" I huffed. Unexpectedly, Brandon pushed me back into the pile of pillows and crawled onto the bed between my legs. A moment later, he had my dick wrapped to the base in his warm mouth. "Ooohhh, shit!" I gasped when I felt his throat open and my knob pop down. "Ahhh!" I growled a second later as my load jetted up my shaft and shot down Brandon's throat. I was trembling fitfully as I shot the first few pulses of my load down his throat before he lifted up and let the last of my seed fill his mouth. I was panting deep when he let my dick fall free of his lips. His eyes met mine and I watched as he swallowed every, last drop of my cum.
“Feel better now?" he asked, and I could only nod and grin. He reached for his forgotten beer and washed the last of my semen down. I watched as Brandon rolled away and again headed for the bathroom. Meanwhile, Carlo was propped up on his elbow, looking at me and grinning wide.
"You'll be coming back, yes?" he asked.
I nodded. "If Brandon wants me to."
Carlo laughed. "He wants you to. Believe me. Otherwise, he'd never have sucked you off!" He rolled off the bed and began to gather up his clothing. "I've got to get going." He banged on the bathroom door and called to Brandon, "Later, big boy!" and headed on out.
Carlo was right. For the rest of my freshman year, and his senior year, I enjoyed at least one day a week in Brandon's big bed. He introduced me to several of his other fuck-buddies, and I learned a few tricks that I would pass on as well. That first Thanksgiving away from home was a memorable one, to say the least.
Very few people at school know that I like dick. I'd enjoyed a couple of romances with other inquisitive young men on campus, but no one seemed to want to get hooked into anything long-term. I don't think I did, either. I was enjoying myself, exploring my new world. I'd been told about a few hot cruising spots, and had tested the waters. My favorite had become the Pilot truck stop, out near Interstate 35 north of town. The back, "handicap" stall had a glory-hole cut into it, behind the toilet paper holder, and I'd discovered that truck drivers enjoyed a warm, willing mouth after long hours on the road.
As a freshman, living in the dorms, I was stuck on the ground floor in a room with two other people. It is a single room, with a bathroom attached, kind of like a hotel room. We are all academics, Tucker is majoring in mathematics and Ben is an English major. Both want to be teachers, and often joke about what would be the the best way to bang teen girls is to become their understanding teacher. I thought they both had strange motives for wanting to teach, but who am I to judge. I've been having sex-dreams about my own math instructor, Mr. Contreras.
My roommates were straight and so I keep my sexual preference to myself. They're good guys and we go out to eat often and sometimes watch a movie together. Sometimes they invite girls over and when they do, everyone else leaves for the evening. It doesn't happen that often, but when It does, I spend the time hanging out in the common areas or day room.
Back to Thanksgiving. As it would turn out, Tucker had a girlfriend and was staying on campus for the weekend. Ben had gone home, so I was the only one being "put-out" by his wanting to spend time with her. Tucker's girlfriend was something of a porker, to be blunt. He swears that she gives good head and I think that is the only reason he keeps going out with her.
After enjoying the Thanksgiving meal in the cafeteria, I wondered back to the room only to find the "signal" hanging on the doorknob. A length of red cord Ben had brought from his art class. Very Cliché, right? So, I turned around and decided to see what was going on in the day room
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The Thanksgiving day Chargers vs Cowboys football game was playing on the big screen. There were six other guys hanging out, watching from the worn over-stuffed chairs and sofa that the school must have furnished some years ago. Most of the guys, whom I knew only by sight, were drinking beers. I wasn't offered one, so I went over and bought a soda out of the nearby machine. I popped the tab on my Dr. Pepper and settled into one of the deep chairs towards the back to kill the afternoon.
When halftime came, a few of the guys got up and headed out. I heard them discussing the game, as well as the buffet, so I assumed they were headed to the cafeteria. A couple stuck around to watch the half-time show. One got up, stretched, and then turned to look right at me. He was ruggedly handsome, and dastardly cute, and I was immediately in lust.
"You live in this dorm?" he asked, with a deep voice that made my chest rumble. He had tattoos on both arms, which were strong but not huge. He was at least six-foot tall, if not a few inches more. His blonde hair was cut short and he his sideburns grew down to complete a full beard. His entire face reminded me of Chris Hemsworth at that moment.
"Yeah, down the hall," I replied.
He nodded, giving the direction I'd indicated a glance. "Freshman, eh?"
I nodded in reply. "Yeah." I watched him as he went over a bought a Dr. Pepper for himself, though I'd noticed that he had been drinking a beer earlier.
"You like the Cowboys?" he asked me a moment later, after taking a long drink from his soda.
"Not really," I replied. "More of a Steelers fan," I added. He nodded.
"I'm a Cowboys man, through and through," he said as he took a seat on the arm of the chair where I sat. "I'm from Dallas, matter of fact."
“ You don't sound like a Texan," I commented.
He laughed. "I wasn't born there. My family's from Richmond, originally, but we've moved around. I went to high school in Dallas, though, so that's where I claim, these days."
“ I'm from western Pennsylvania, between Pittsburgh and the Ohio border," I offered, though I don't think he was impressed. He drank more of his soda, and then leaned nearer and in a softer voice, he said, "I've seen you around, and I know you have a thing for guys." He straightened up and I looked up at him. He had a sparkle in his eyes and the kind of smile that only a Brandon could have. "I've got beers up in my room, if you'd like one?" He stood up and tilted his head towards the stairs leading up to the second and third floors. The two others still in the dayroom weren't paying us any attention. "Sure," I croaked, and tossed my empty can into the waste basket as I stood up to follow him.
Once we hit the third floor, where only Juniors and Seniors lived, he looked back over his shoulder and finally introduced himself, "I'm Brandon, by the way." “David," I replied as I followed him down the carpeted, quiet hallway. He stopped at a door halfway down and pulled a set of keys from his jeans and opened the door.
His dorm room was very much the same as mine, except that he was the only occupant. Just inside the door was the bathroom, to the left. And next came a small kitchenette, which we didn't have in the freshman dorms. It was little more than a half refrigerator under the counter, which held a microwave oven, a small sink below the upper cabinet, and a bar-like counter that separated the kitchen form the living area. Brandon's living area was dominated by a large bed. Easily a queen-sized bed, with a lot of pillows piled against the head-board, which doubled as a bookshelf. In the far corner, next to the window, was a corner desk, with a computer, dozens of books and notebooks, a small lamp, and an office chair pushed in. Obviously, his work station. A chest of drawers stood next to that, with a television atop it, facing the bed. There was no other furniture. The bed's size forbid it.
"I don't normally entertain," Brandon explained, "but when I do, it's usually in the bed." I looked at him then, and he was grinning wide. He hesitated a moment, and then turned to retrieve two beers from the low refrigerator. I couldn't help but check out his ass, snug in the tight jeans, as he bent over. My cock twitched. What was going on here, I asked myself.
"I hope you like Silver Bullets," he grinned as he handed the Coors Light bottle to me. I nodded and muttered something as he took hold of my hand, and the bottle, to pop the cap off. His fingers brushed across the back of my hand as he let it go, and sent jolts of electricity up my arm. I might have been trembling as I took a gulp of the ice-cold beer. Brandon drank from his and I watched as he rolled into his big bed and propped up against the headboard. He reached for a remote control and aimed it at the television. It popped on, but I don't know what it was tuned to. I was too busy watching Brandon pull his t-shirt up and off, revealing his naked upper torso. My eyes were locked onto his strong, lightly-hairy chest while he kicked off his shoes. After another pull at the beer, he looked over at me and asked, "You going to stand there all day? Or do you want to relax?" He patted the bed beside himself, grinning as he did.
I hesitated a bit longer, still in a daze as to what was happening, and then pried my feet out of my own tennis shoes before tentatively sitting on the edge of the bed. "Relax, buddy. Lay back and enjoy your beer."
I did as Brandon directed, and soon I was propped up beside my host, watching television. It was only then that I noticed that the television sat atop a VCR, and it was a movie that we were watching. "You enjoy porn?" Brandon asked, even as the screen was suddenly filled with a strong-bodied stud dropping his beach towel away. His cock was semi-hard, shaved clean, and soon was engulfed in the mouth of a blonde bimbo with big titties. I don't think I ever answered.
We sat watching the movie for a good five minutes. I was uncomfortable, since my cock was beginning to grow in my jeans at an awkward angle. Brandon seemed to be relaxed, and once he reached down to reposition his own cock within his jeans. I noticed his bulge and found my eyes on it more than the action on the television. So it was that I missed out on the arrival of a second hard-bodied stud. This one was just as naked, with a long, semi-hard cock as well. The bimbo released the first cock and let it hang while turning her oral attentions to the new-comer. I found myself looking more at that cock than the girl, since there wasn't much of her to see, anyway. The first guy knelt down a moment later and told her, "Suck his cock deep, Trixie," as if she needed to be told. I turned my eyes back to Brandon's bulge then, listening to the sounds of Trixie slurping on a cock, when Brandon reached down and give himself a full handed squeeze.
"There you go," he muttered, and I looked up to see the first stud open his mouth and Trixie guide the new-comer's dick in. The first stud started sucking his friend deep while Trixie went lower to attack his forgotten member.
"You like bisexual stuff, do you?" Brandon asked a moment later. That was when I noticed that I was rubbing my dick through my jeans pretty openly, just as he was. "So, do I," he admitted. I was looking at his hand on his bulge when he added, "I also enjoy getting blown while watching porn." I looked up at him then. He was grinning wide. "Want to blow me, David?" he asked, and then I heard his zipper. I looked back to his lap and he was already pushing his jeans, and underwear, down. His cock, surrounded by a well-trimmed forest of dark hair, sprang up.
"Go ahead, David. I know you want to. I know you're a fag and enjoy sucking dick. Go ahead and suck mine." I didn't like the word "fag,” but he was right. I enjoyed a hard cock in my mouth as any fag, and I wanted to suck his right then and there. It had become obvious that this was the reason he had asked me up to his room. Fine by me. I'd have to find out later how he found out about me, though.
I put the beer bottle I held on the headboard shelf, gave Brandon a long look, just to see if he was fucking with me, and then I quickly slipped down the bed. I leaned over, my eyes going to his upraised cock sticking out above his underwear, and reached for it. My fingers wrapped around the shaft even as I lowered my lips to the pink knob. I felt his manly warmth on my lips and wrapped them tightly just below the ridge of its crown.
"Ooohhh, man!" Brandon sighed as I began to run my tongue around and over his knob. I squeezed his shaft and then began to stroke him, up and down. Brandon grabbed my head and began to push me down his length, and I opened wider to accept his cock. It wasn't as if I was resisting, only I wanted to take my time and enjoy him. Brandon had other ideas, however. Within seconds, he was forcing my head up and down, my mouth running along the top half of his cock, while he also humped his hips upward. I reached into his underwear and scooped up his ball-sack, making him moan when I gave them a gentle squeeze.
"That's a good fag! Suck my dick, David!" Brandon moaned. His fingers curled into my shaggy hair but he had stopped forcing my head down. I was bobbing on his knob good enough by then. I used one hand to massage his balls while using my other to twist and stroke the three of four inches of his shaft at the base. After just a few moments I began to taste the salty flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue, and I hummed with delight. Brandon responded with a moan of pleasure himself.
Brandon began to pull at my t-shirt and I let his cock drop free long enough for him to pull it off. Once it was off, it tossed to the floor, I returned to lapping at his knob. "Get my jeans off," he insisted, and I let his cock go again while I tugged his jeans down and off. Once fully naked on his bed, Brandon relaxed back into the pile of pillows and spread his legs wide. His heavy balls, covered in dark fur, hung low, covering the brown-eye of his anus, while his cock twitched above. My mouth was watering as I returned to sucking and slurping, quite noisily in fact, on my new lover's manhood.
After I had spent a few moments enjoying his scrotum with my lips and tongue, Brandon said, "Why don't you get those jeans off, David?" I sat up and quickly went at my belt. I was watching him watch me as I stripped naked. He had a hunger in his eyes that I'd seen a few times in the past. He wasn't looking to reciprocate, to give as he'd been getting. Instead, he had that predatory gleam in his eyes that I'd come to enjoy.
Brandon was stroking his cock as I stripped, and when my own cock sprang into view, he seemed to give me a quick once-over. As I returned to his side, kneeling on the bed, he reached up and guided my head back into his lap. "Get back to work, Dude," he moaned, even as I gulped his cock back into my willing mouth. "That's a good fag. Suck that dick."
At some point while I worked his dick over, he began to work on my ass. He grabbed my cheeks and squeezed them with one hand, eventually sliding his finger along my crack. When he touched my anus, I moaned into his cock. It was then that the door to his room opened.
"Hey! Carlo!" Brandon called. "I was beginning to wonder if you were coming over today."
“ Jeez, Brandon. Where'd you get the plaything?" Carlo had a thick Hispanic accent, and I turned to look back at him. He was dark skinned, about my height, with dark, curly hair and a broad mustache. He was built like Brandon in that he was strong and lean. He wore dark jeans and a white t-shirt. He was looking hard at my upraised ass, which was aimed his way as he came into the living area.
"David here lives down stairs," Brandon explained. "I hooked him in the day room."
“ He's a freshman?" Carlo asked as he reached out and stroked my naked butt. Brandon still had my head in his hand and forcing me up and down his shaft as he and his friend talked.
"Yeah. I'd heard about a cute freshman who'd been giving head in the library johns," Brandon told Carlo, thus answering a few of my questions. "I took a chance that he was the one. Sure enough. Soon as I pulled out, he was on me like a wolf on a jackrabbit."
I glanced back and saw that Carlo was pulling his shirt up and off. He was bare-chested and ripped. I might have moaned a little as he stripped. "Keep sucking, bitch!" Brandon insisted, and I returned my attention to enjoying his mouth-filling meat.
"Can I get a bit of that?" Carlo asked after another minute, and Brandon pulled my face away from this crotch.
"Say hello to my Texican friend, David," Brandon told me, and I twisted around to find Carlo standing at the side of the bed, just as naked as Brandon and me. His cock was thick and short, and surrounded by thick, dark curls, with a round, caramel-colored knob. The piss-slit was deep and long, and I just had to have a taste. I knelt on the bed and let Carlo guide his cock between my parted lips. My mouth was filled with warm, hard man-flesh once again.
"Oh, man! This fag's got a nice mouth!" Carlo groaned as I went to work. Like Brandon, he curled his fingers in my hair and guided my bobbing tempo along his length. Meanwhile, I felt the mattress move beneath my knees as Brandon rolled away. A moment later I felt his hands on my up-raised ass, stroking my flesh. I was beginning to get the picture even before I felt the cool drool of some sort of lubricant splash along my butt-crack. Brandon's fingers came next, running up and down my valley a few times before I felt him take aim and jab a long finger into my hole.
"Uuunnggghh!" I grunted into Carlo's crotch as Brandon's finger worked high into my rectum. My legs trembled slightly from the sudden pain, but it was nothing compared to what was on the way. I again felt the bed moving and I knew Brandon was moving into position. I concentrated on Carlo's cock, but as I felt Brandon pull his finger free of my anus, I braced myself for what I knew to be coming.
"Watch your teeth," Carlo told me a second before I felt the spongy knob of Brandon's dick press against my hole. I forced my mouth wide, Carlo's cock still on my tongue, as Brandon leaned into me. My hole hadn't been prepared very well, although I was well-lubed, and the flash of pain that ripped through me in the moment Brandon's knobbed popped through made me howl into Carlo's groin.
"Shit! This bitch is tight!" Brandon grunted as he forced inch after inch of his hard dick up my ass. It felt incredible, as painful as it was. I was addicted to cock, up my ass or down my throat by this point in my life, but I could still probably count how many times I'd been fucked on my two hands. My sphincter hadn't yet grown relaxed enough to allow a powerful initial entry yet. My guts twisted to accept his length, jolting me each time he pushed deeper. My own cock had gone limp below my belly as I was sodomized. It took Brandon a good three or four thrusts until I finally felt his balls bang against my own. I was vibrating with pain and excitement as Brandon held his meat deep in my furnace.
"His ass is so fucking hot and tight," Brandon moaned. "Reminds me of the first time I had you, Carlo."
“ Nothing like the feel of fresh meat wrapped around your dick, right Amigo?" Carlo laughed. "Or the feel of a new dick up your ass for the first time, right bitch!" Carlo added for me. I moaned around his dick in response, adding a brief nod as I returned to servicing his wonderful cock.
A moment later, the scene fully hit me. I was being spit-roasted, and on Thanksgiving. I'd always wondered what it would be like, to be taken by two studs at the same time. I had a cock up my ass and another working its way down my throat. This was a first for me. I'd seen it done, on video, but had never thought about how to go about enjoying it. Now it was being done to me, and I was loving it. My ass had relaxed and Brandon was working me over with deep, steady thrusts that had my guts churning. Carlo's dick was leaking tasty cream along my tongue as he face-fucked me. I was in fag-heaven, to be so crude.
All too soon, Brandon eased out of me, and even as I was moaning my anguish, I heard him ask Carlo, "You want to get some of this sweet ass?"
Carlo was quick to pull out of my mouth. "Hell, yeah, man!" As I turned to face Brandon and present my ravaged ass for Carlo, Brandon handed him the blue bottle of lubricant. I saw Brandon's throbbing cock, recently buried up my ass and glistening with lubrication. I wanted it back in my mouth, but I wasn't all that thrilled about tasting my ass. Brandon must have thought of that because he produced a hand towel from somewhere and gave his dick a good wipe down, even as Carlo added a fresh layer of lube to my crack.
"Open wide!" Brandon insisted a moment later, and I complied. As his dick slipped into my mouth, Carlo pushed into my ass, his slightly wider cock wedging me open as he plunged fully into my guts with a single, strong thrust.
"Uuunnnggghhh!" I growled into Brandon's dick as a fresh pulse of pain ripped up my spine. My throat opened and he pushed in, making me gag. I jerked back but held Brandon's knob between my lips. Carlo began to drill me hard and deep, and my moans vibrated through Brandon's dick, making him moan as well as he began to face-fuck me. Again, I was the roast between two powerful studs, and loving every minute of it.
I lost all track of how long I remained in that position. I enjoyed the feel of the piston up my ass as well as the delicious flavors coating my tongue. I was being used and was enjoying every second of it. Hands rubbed my back and butt. My whole body tingled, and my cock had grown rock-hard again and wagged beneath me as Carlo drilled me hard and deep.
"I'm going to cum up his ass, Brandon!" Carlo suddenly cried out. Even as I turned my senses to my ass, Brandon pulled his cock from my lips, and then yanked me forward. Carlo's cock popped from my guts and my ring slammed shut painfully.
"No, you don't!" Brandon roared. "His ass is mine!" Brandon rolled me onto my back and spun me around until he had my ankles in his hands. He pushed my legs back over my chest and shoved his cock, coated with my thick saliva, against my vacated anus. With a hard thrust, my ring opened and in he plunged.
"Ooohhh, Goooddddd!" I cried out as Brandon returned to my dark depths. His pubic hair crushed against my balls as he bottomed out within me. I was as full as I'd ever been and the trembling of my guts around his long, hard poker was accompanied by a stabbing pain, deep inside. This caused me some concern, until he started to ride in and out of me once again. The pain went away quickly, replaced by a deep pleasure. Again, my own dick had gone soft when he penetrated me, but as he fucked me, I began to harden once again.
The bed was bouncing beneath my ass as Brandon power-drilled me. I was panting and grunting along with him as he sodomized me so wonderfully. My cock, now rock-hard once again, wagged and bounced between us, slapping against his abs as well as mine. It felt fantastic. I looked up and saw Carlo hovering above me with his dick in his hand. I caught his eyes with mine, and then opened my mouth wide. In plunged his cock. I tasted my ass, but at that point I didn't care anymore. I sucked and slurped on his offered manhood and was rewarded with a thick, salty mouthful of cream.
"Yeah! Eat that shit! Drink my sperm!" Carlo growled as he shot off in my mouth. I gulped and swallowed his semen as fast as I could, but still my cheeks were coated in cum by the time he'd finished off.
A moment after Carlo slipped his dick from my mouth, Brandon leaned over me and looked deep into my eyes. "You ready for this?" he asked as his thrusting began to get more erratic and spasmodic.
"Yes! Fuck me and fill me!" I panted. I watched his features tighten and his eyes pinch closed. His cock began to throb and grow in my ass. "Cum in me, Brandon! Give me your load!"
"Ahhh!" Brandon roared and pushed hard and deep into me. He held his throbbing dick inside me as he began to fill me with his hot seed. I tightened my ring around his pulsing shaft and took hold of his hips to keep him buried deep. I wanted every drop of his seed and was getting it. Brandon had to have fired off for a full two minutes before he began to tremble and relax. His cock had stopped pulsing and I tightened a little more around it as he began to soften and slip out of me. Finally, Brandon rolled away, panting heavily. As he exited me, I tried to hold my asshole closed, but I still felt some of his load leak out. I reached down and pushed what I could back inside and held my finger in my ass until my ring regained its own strength.
Meanwhile, Carlo had slipped away to the bathroom. My mouth was coated in his cooling and drying semen. His aroma filled my nose. I reached up and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. Beside me, Brandon had retrieved the hand towel and after wiping his limp cock off he handed it to me. I wiped my hand off and then tucked the towel between my cheeks to wipe away the remaining lubricant.
"You want to take a shower, David?" Brandon asked. I nodded. "Go ahead. I'll wait."
I rolled out of the bed and headed for the bathroom. Carlo stepped out, still naked, wiping his crotch off. He brushed past me without a word and headed for the refrigerator. I went on into the small bathroom and soon was enjoying a soothing hot shower. When I stepped out, Brandon was standing in the bathroom, and we passed without a word. When I started out, he asked, "You want to stick around for a while, David?"
“ Sure, I guess," I replied. I waited for his reply, but he was already in the shower. I joined Carlo in the living room, taking a seat beside him on the bed, as he found the second football game of the day on the television. However, we didn't spend much time watching the game. After Brandon had showered and joined Carlo and me, things heated up quickly again. I ended up straddling Brandon, who lay on his bed, and rode his big cock like any good cow-girl. Carlo alternated between sucking my dick and feeding me his as I rode Brandon's thrusting cock. After a while, I ended up on my back with Carlo above me, force-feeding me his dick. I was surprised when Brandon went to town on Carlo's ass with his tongue, but not so much when he replaced his tongue with his cock. I had a worms-eye view as he power-drilled Carlo, who easily took all of Brandon's big dick. It was obvious that they were more than just friends by now.
Brandon eventually rolled Carlo onto his back, and as he'd previously done with me, Brandon power-fucked him into the mattress. Brandon instructed me to put my mouth back to work, and I sucked long and hard on Carlo's throbbing manhood until Brandon fucked his second load out and down my throat. As I gulped creamy semen, Brandon began to growl and fill Carlo up with his own second load of the day. I sat back, licking my lips, and realized that both of these fine upper-classmen had nutted twice that afternoon, and I'd yet to cum once. My balls ached and my cock throbbed as I watched Brandon disengage from Carlo.
"You need to get off, don't you?" Brandon asked me.
"Frantically!" I huffed. Unexpectedly, Brandon pushed me back into the pile of pillows and crawled onto the bed between my legs. A moment later, he had my dick wrapped to the base in his warm mouth. "Ooohhh, shit!" I gasped when I felt his throat open and my knob pop down. "Ahhh!" I growled a second later as my load jetted up my shaft and shot down Brandon's throat. I was trembling fitfully as I shot the first few pulses of my load down his throat before he lifted up and let the last of my seed fill his mouth. I was panting deep when he let my dick fall free of his lips. His eyes met mine and I watched as he swallowed every, last drop of my cum.
“Feel better now?" he asked, and I could only nod and grin. He reached for his forgotten beer and washed the last of my semen down. I watched as Brandon rolled away and again headed for the bathroom. Meanwhile, Carlo was propped up on his elbow, looking at me and grinning wide.
"You'll be coming back, yes?" he asked.
I nodded. "If Brandon wants me to."
Carlo laughed. "He wants you to. Believe me. Otherwise, he'd never have sucked you off!" He rolled off the bed and began to gather up his clothing. "I've got to get going." He banged on the bathroom door and called to Brandon, "Later, big boy!" and headed on out.
Carlo was right. For the rest of my freshman year, and his senior year, I enjoyed at least one day a week in Brandon's big bed. He introduced me to several of his other fuck-buddies, and I learned a few tricks that I would pass on as well. That first Thanksgiving away from home was a memorable one, to say the least.
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