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He was a freshman, and he kept looking at me all night. He wasn’t staring, but I could feel his eyes repeatedly, from across the room. I didn’t really have the bandwidth to deal with anything weird that night, because my brother, Jake was visiting. He was thinking of coming to my college the next year, and I wanted to show him a good time, and get the frat brothers used to seeing his face.
His pale, little face was impossible to hide under the black lights. I hadn’t seen him before, but other guys in the frat apparently knew who he was, which is why he got in. He was “cool” I guess. He didn’t look feminine or anything, but I did see him talking with some obviously gay guys, and they were standing pretty “close” together while they talked, so I figured he might be gay too, which would explain the staring. It wasn’t the first time I came across a little puppy freshman who had a crush on me. I was a gym rat by junior year, so while I really did it for the ladies, the natural result was, of course, a bunch of dudes noticing. Both straight and gay guys looked at me, whether they were measuring me up or undressing me with their eyes, it was honestly hard to tell sometimes. But when it came to this little dude, who looked like a deer in headlights, I could tell he was swooning.
The party was a raging success, and Jake had an amazing time. He held his own, keeping his wits about him, and made a good impression among all the guys.
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It wasn’t until late into the night, when we were basically thinking about wrapping things up, when the freshman made a move.
I had just put my brother to sleep in my room upstairs, deciding he had had enough and should probably take it easy before he got into trouble, when I went to get one last round of red cups for the boys.
It caught me off guard when I turned a corner out of the kitchen and he was standing right there, the freshman who had been looking at me. He was standing directly in my path, and I almost poured two red cups on him by accident.
“My bad,” I said, stepping back. “Almost got ya’ there.”
“Try again, then,” he said, looking straight into my eyes. He looked nervous, but bold.
Maybe it was the looseness from the party talking, and the fact that I didn’t have to worry about my brother anymore, but he made me smile.
“And what would happen then?”
“You wanna find out,” he said, and reached out and grabbed my dick right through my pants.
I stepped back out of his grip and started cracking up immediately. I can’t explain why but I found it hilarious.
“Nice try, buddy,” I said when I caught my breath.
He just sort of smirked at me. He didn’t seem hurt by the rejection. It was like he knew something that I didn’t know yet. I walked away, still chuckling. I felt good. I guess I liked the attention.
Despite the late hour, the party raged on. There were no noise complaints, and plenty of bodies still filling the many rooms of the old frat house. Each room was part dance floor and part experimentation zone. I saw people making out, even banging in various corners of the house.
I stepped into my room to look for my vape, being quiet not to wake up Jake, but he was not in there. Instead, I found three dudes in there with their pants down, facing into a circle together. I raised my eyebrows, wondering when “circlejerking” became an actual thing. Unless it’s Jake in the middle of the circle, I thought to myself, chuckling.
The dudes were all pretty muscular. Frat brothers of mine. They didn’t react to me walking in, and something about the situation made me curious. Maybe it was the gay kid hitting on me earlier, but I felt more open. The fact that these cool, hot, straight friends of mine were all spanking their dicks together flipped a switch for me.
In about one second, I made the decision and approached the circle of meaty, bare butts. I reached for my waistband.
“Room for one more, boys?” I said as I hooked my pants and underwear below my balls, letting my big hog hang out.
“You know it,” the closest guy said. It was Bryce, the big, blonde, jock with the widest chest in the frat.
He stepped aside, showing me his large cock, but also revealing, to my surprise, a girl on her knees. It was Strawberry, the red headed girl who came over all the time, and sucked probably every dick in the frat house, and relatively often. I should’ve realized what was actually happening. I never thought I would be disappointed to see a horny girl sucking dick, especially when mine was poised to be next in line.
The guys were so big that they had blocked her out from my view.
“Oh, duh,” I said out loud, holding my dick, trying to understand why I was so disappointed.
“What?” Bryce said, his hand on his dick, his eyes glued to Strawberry’s lips going to town on one of our other frat brother’s dicks.
“I, uh… gotta piss,” I said, stuffing myself back into my pants as I turned to leave.
I was heading down the stairs to re-join the latest rager I had ever experienced at the house, when I turned yet another corner, bumping into the freshman gay kid again.
“My bad,” I said instinctively. “Oh, hey. It’s you again.”
I found myself smiling a little, not admitting to myself that I was happy to bump into him again. He just looked back at me, like he was waiting for me to talk. He looked kind of hopeful, but also weirdly shrewd. I got the sense that he was up to something, and I guess I already knew what it was.
We paused, looking at each other for a moment. I could’ve just walked by, heading back down to the big booty girls on the first floor who wanted to ride my dick, but I was stuck. I suddenly didn’t feel like going downstairs anymore.
“You gonna try and grab my cock again?” I said, trying to make a joke.
“You want me to?” he said, selling the irony really well, like it was honest question.
“Fuck off,” I said with a chuckle.
But I still didn’t move.
We were alone in this hallway. In limbo between the sexual depravity upstairs and the raging hormonal tornado on the ground floor. It was probably a full minute before either of us moved, and no one else had passed by.
The dude took a step toward the closest door. It was a bedroom, of one of the other guys in the house. He tried the handle.
It popped open.
He looked back at me, raising an eyebrow. My heart started to race. If we were going to do something, it had to be decided quickly before anyone saw. He pressed on the door with one finger, and it opened to a dark room, no one inside.
He turned toward the room, and reached for his waistband, pulling it down until his bare, white ass was hanging out. The thing had meat on it. My eyes were glued immediately.
It was a hairless pair of round globes that looked bouncy, and I had to urge to rub my face between them immediately.
“Bro…” I whispered, looking up the stairs, down the hall, in every direction in a quick check.
We walked into the room. Somehow, he knew he had me. He was a siren, and before I even realized it, I was walking straight into the call.
I followed him into the room, the sounds of thumping music downstairs quieting as I entered the new room. I closed the door behind me, sealing my fate, and it was pitch black.
My eyes didn’t adjust right away, and before I even found him in the dark, he was on his knees reaching for my pants. This time, I didn’t pull away.
He had my dick out in seconds, and it was in his mouth instantly. It felt like a shock up my spine, the familiar, soft, warm velvet of a willing tongue slurping on my dick, but with the rare context of a strange, taboo, forbidden sort of thing.
I reached down and felt his hair between my fingers. I twirled the soft curls in my hands while my exhales turned into little moans I didn’t bother hiding.
“That feels so good, babe,” I said. “Suck my dick, baby girl.”
It clearly wasn’t his first time doing it. His mouth was like a living sex toy that was manufactured with the sole focus of pleasing a man’s dick. And I was far from small, yet his little mouth was handling me with no problem. I had the sensation that I couldn’t tell where my dick ended and his mouth began.
I held the sides of his head and ground my dick into him, seeing how much he could take. He responded by reaching around and grabbing my ass, pulling me in even harder. I don’t think he even gagged. I only pulled away when I thought he should probably take a breath.
He sucked in some desperately needed air, and dove right back down onto my pole, polishing it with all his might.
One interesting thing about him, is he never even used his hands. He kept them on my hips. He was pure neck muscle and tongue work. The kid didn't want to rob himself of an earned victory.
“Atta boy,” I said as he doubled down his efforts, forcing my dick down his throat like he was trying to eat me.
As my eyes adjusted, the small amount of moonlight coming in through the window elucidated the outline of his head, and my hands covering his ears. He really was a beautiful little thing, and he was giving me the best pleasure I had ever known from a mouth before. No girl had forced my cock down her throat with such enthusiasm, perfectly stimulating me with the poise of a trained athlete.
“You’re amazing,” I said, and I just barely saw his eyes glance up to look at me. He held my gaze in the dark light for a minute as he continued to bob of my dick, stretching his lips around me, bringing me closer to the edge.
Just when the thought hit me, the only thing that would ever beat this is good pussy, it was like he read my mind.
He pulled of my dick slowly and stood up. I watched him for a moment, preparing to rest, figuring his throat needed a break. But the dude was full of surprises. He reached a hand down to my balls and took a handful, gently massaging my scrotum and feeling the weight of my meat down there. He pulled my by the balls over the bed and leaned over it.
“Oh, shit,” I muttered aloud.
He didn’t respond, He just pulled his pants the rest of the way down to his ankles. I watched as the barely visible, but most gorgeous ass I had ever seen was presented to me in the most appetizing way imaginable. He arched his back, still wearing his hoodie, and I watched the orbs of meat that made up his ass separate in two, revealing a pink hole and a perfect boy smell I couldn’t define, but knew I had sensed before in my life.
I was momentarily overcome with how beautiful this night had become, and I was suddenly incensed to take my time. I pulled off my shirt, and reached down to his ankles, getting his pants off all the way. He stepped out of them carefully as I tossed them to the side.
I slowly reached my hands up to his hips, gripping him firmly and rubbing my thumbs in circles around the meat of his butt cheeks. I ran my palms up his sides, feeling the heat inside his hoodie, until I reached his arm pits. I pressed my firmness against him, feeling his ass envelope my dick, and it felt right.
I lifted his hoodie over his head and tossed it away as well, and sank onto him, cuddling him from on top, gently thrusting against his body, just feeling his soft, warm skin, his smaller frame getting swallowed up by my big muscles.
I felt him tremble a little beneath me, and I heard him make a noise, like a moan but more urgent.
“You’re beautiful,” I whispered into his ear, and he turned his face toward me.
“You are,” he said and he gave me a quick peck on the lips, before pulling back and staring into my eyes. I reached a hand up to his head and held him, pulling him back to me and kissing him deeply, letting my tongue fall into his mouth and feeling his own dance back against it.
We rolled together on this bed that didn’t belong to either of us, until he was on his back, and I was resting my weight on top of him, his legs wrapped around my waist. We made out while I thrust against him, feeling his own hard-on joust against mine as we enjoyed each other.
“I need to fuck you,” I suddenly said, the urgency peaking after I had leaked a full, stringy puddle of pre-cum onto his crotch and abs.
“Fuck me,” he said, lifting his legs assertively and angling his ass expertly right at my throbbing dick.
“We need lube,” I said in a rushed voice between breaths, as my face was pressed against his.
“Use spit,” he said matter-of-factly, “or else get the lube out of the pocket of my pants.”
I smiled at him. Of course he was prepared.
I reached my long arm off the bed and found his pants, fishing the hard bottle out of the pocket quickly. Except it didn’t look right.
“No, that’s poppers,” he said, “The other bottle.”
I chuckled, tossing it to the floor and fishing for the second bottle in his pants.
I popped open the cap, but he took it from my hands. He poured it onto my dick and had me coated quickly. He poured a second helping onto his hand and reached for his ass. I throbbed even harder as I watched him stick two fingers into himself immediately. He held them there for just a second, then pulled out, reaching behind his knees and lifting his ass up to point at me.
He was ready.
I lined myself up. It wasn’t the first time I had done anal, but it was the first time there was a dick and balls jutting out of the same person I was fucking. And he wasn’t small. The dude had a nice, thick sausage hovering in the air above his abs right in that moment. It didn’t even match the rest of him. He was soft and small, but his dick basically matched mine.
I pressed up to his hole, and he didn’t even flinch as I pressed forward. If anything, it was like he was sucking me into it rather than adjusting to me. His hole finally clamped after I pressed in a couple inches, the thicker part of my dick, and I felt his body brace, my hand holding the side of his abdomen.
When he relaxed I pressed in further, and I felt his body start to tremble a little, but in a good way. And his throat started making a little noise while he looked at me. The dude was purring, like an actual kitten. I had never experience this response in my life.
“You’re so hot,” I said as I felt his body envelope my shaft further. “I’m gonna get your ass pregnant.”
“Uh-huh,” he moaned, finally lost for words as I started rocking into him with a rhythm.
“Fuck,” he said when I got balls deep for the first time.
“You like that,” I said, more of a statement than a question.
“Fuckin’ love it,” he said back, with an almost British accent for some reason.
I started to pound him properly, clapping my body against him, watching his precious little face bounce up and down, his eyes never leaving my face. And we were finally in my wheelhouse. This was what I had always excelled at, pounding pussy. Except in this case, it was a male ass.
He was light as a feather, and I picked him up in the air as I kept pounding into him, ready to cum.
I buried my face in his neck while I raised him higher into the air, holding both of us up on my knees on the bed.
“So… fucking… good…” I breathed into his ear at my thrusts hit their maximum pace.
And I crossed the edge.
He knew it too. He felt my dick expand to its maximum size. I had felt that response before, in girls who weren’t quite ready for my power thrusting. I squirted my seed into him as I gradually slowed my thrusting, gently setting him back down onto the bed.
He released a surprised, “ooh” when I dropped him the last couple inches into the pillow, my dick still inside him.
I saw his big dick floating there, an inch above his firm, lean abdomen, and I reached for it instinctively. He flinched once when he felt my hand curl onto it, clearly not expecting any reciprocity from me.
I gripped him tightly and pumped. I had been pleasuring my own dick for my entire life, so I tried not to overthink it as I rubbed his greasy, pre-cum covered pole, aiming it up toward his chest. Even after cumming, I was almost excited when I saw the white flags of victory spray out across his body, hitting his chin and streaking his chest.
He continued to release for a long time as I aimed him carefully upward, only halting my strokes when the last drop was out. I reached an idle hand up to his chest, just feeling him, rubbing some of his jizz into his nipple with my thumb. He smiled at me, as if still in a daze, as I slowly eased myself out of his hole, feeling the cool air hit my still-hard rod.
I got up slowly to find my clothes, but he stayed there, his nude body in stasis, his eyes following me in the dark. When I found my underwear, I pulled it on, over the sticky mess that my crotch had become and turned back toward him, ready for whatever exit strategy presented itself to me.
But when I squinted in the dark, looking for the small mound of boy that had been my lover, I found only an empty bed.
“What the fuck,” I muttered aloud to myself.
“He left,” a deep voice said from behind me.
I jumped in shock. “WHAT.”
“Woah, dude, chill. He left,” the voice came again, as a male form rose from the floor behind the bed.
“Oh my god,” I said as I realized who it was.
“Fuckin’… hi, Jake. How long have you been there?”
He didn’t say anything, and I couldn’t fully make out his face, but I heard chuckling in the dark. I started looking for my pants.
“Well?” I said after a bit too much silence.
“I was here,” he said. “I was here the whole time.”
“You perv,” I said.
“Look who’s talking,” he replied, giggling.
“You get a good look?” I said, grabbing my bulge and wiggling it for him.
“Yeah,” he said, “how was the boy pussy?”
“Fuckin’ fantastic,” I said, trying to sound ironic, but it ended up coming out kind of genuine.
“Good for you,” he said. “He was a little cutie. I’d probably go for sloppy seconds if he didn’t run out of here.”
“Shut up,” I said, starting to chuckle.
“No, really,” he said, being the typical little brother that he had somehow avoided being when the other guys were around, but now that it was just us, his instinct to torment took over. “I’d tap that ass all night. I’d motorboat that butt. Even after you jizzed in it.”
“Oh my god,” I said, starting to laugh with my stomach, still fruitlessly looking for my clothes. “Shut up!”
He fell back on the bed.
“They needed your room,” he said, looking at his phone, his face finally illuminated in the darkness. “That’s why I’m in here.”
I found my pants and didn’t even bother putting them on. I just pulled my vape out of the pocket and dropped them back on the floor.
“Yeah, I saw,” I said, falling next to him on the bed.
I hit my vape, pulling out my own phone, needing something to do while my mind was spinning. I handed him the vape and he took it without looking at me.
We scrolled reels and posts in a quiet parallel, until I heard his breathing change. He had dropped his phone onto his chest, his eyes closed. My vape still in his hand. I slowly reached over to take it from him, dropping it onto the floor on top of my pants.
I pulled the blanket over him and he didn’t stir. I got in next to him, facing away, and fell asleep too, wondering what the fuck had happened that night.