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Matty: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/155058073428
Daniel: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/110698156990
Bernard: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/149676375573
Hector: http://ganymedesjockstrap.tumblr.com/post/111344422626
I couldn't really do anything when campus police pulled up. I was far too distracted to even notice them until they were close enough to touch, and even if I had noticed them, my pants were around my ankles, making running difficult. That, coupled with the fact my roommate's cock was crammed in my ass, made escape an impossibility.
I never should have agreed to go to that Delta Iota Kappa party with Daniel anyway. It was the middle of midterm season, and I had a test on Tuesday I really should have been studying for, but Daniel was always the persuasive type. Or maybe I was just easily persuaded. Either way, it didn't take much cajoling on his part to get me away from my desk and heading out to Delta Iota Kappa's frat house for a middle-of-midterms rager.
Well that was the plan at least. We got there at 11, prime partying hours, but the house was not pumping. There were people hanging around having a good time, but it was hardly one of Delta I's finest parties. Daniel recognized a few friends who we spent an hour or so chatting with, drinking some cheap beer, but it was apparent that the Deltas were too preoccupied with something else to throw a good party.
At around midnight, Daniel was getting pretty handsy. He usually does when he gets drunk, not that I mind at all. He kept on pulling me closer by the waist, or rubbing a hand over my jeans, or making excuses to touch my arms and chest and face. I could tell I was in for a good fucking when I got home, and my buzzed brain was looking forward to it.
Daniel and I had met our freshman year on Grindr, him looking for a quick fuck, me just looking for platonic friends. After hanging out, we decided to meet in the middle, and had been pretty close friends with benefits ever since. At the end of the year, we decided to be roommates since we got along so well, and so we would have a consistent supply of dick when we needed it.
That night, however, I underestimated exactly how bad Daniel needed it. Around midnight, his hand had wandered down beneath my boxer briefs, and before one of his fingers could begin exploring my hole in front of his buds, I decided to make excuses for us and pull him out of there.
"You know, Matty," he mumbled in my ear as I dragged him out the door, "they probably would've liked watching me fuck you right there. Deltio's are a bunch of closet cases."
"Maybe another nice, bud," I quipped, "but I think they should have some kinda say in that as well, huh?"
"Yeah, maybe... Shit, I'm so hard right now," he groaned, grabbing my hand and planting it squarely over his bulge. Damn, he was not exaggerating. I'm kind of surprised I didn't notice before, and I hoped that his friends hadn't noticed his indecency. But then again...
"I'm no better," I replied, placing his hand on my own bulge.
"Fuck," he grunted. "I'm taking you right here, right now. You're too damn hot." His lips met mine, and next thing I knew I was up against the brick wall of the frat house, only a yard away from the door. I met the kiss with the same energy that he was giving it, but in my head I was making a choice. If I had chosen differently, my life would be a whole lot different.
"Let's do this," I said into his mouth as we continued to kiss. One of his hands found its way under my shirt, pinching a nipple before roughly squeezing my left pec. My own hands started unbuttoning his shirt, fumbling a bit, but eventually getting it done. I heard a couple wolf whistles as a couple guys leaving the party spotted us, but I didn't pay them any mind.
Daniel's body was on the heftier side, but I enjoyed feeling it push me into the wall. We had started out with similar bodies as freshman, both of us casual athletes in high school, though definitely not the most defined, but a year of partying had caught up to him. I had managed to avoid that fate through weekly gym hours and a passing on a few keg stands, though I certainly didn't mind the fact that Daniel had a little extra meat on his bones. More to love.
"Damn I want to fuck you," he gasped into my mouth, after one of my hands squeezed his bulge.
"Do it," I said, my heart speeding from the thrill of the situation. Daniel's hand met mine, and he pulled me around the side of the building. His face had that drunken grin of confidence that you get when you forget about the world and focus on your dick, and I could feel my underwear get a little damper when I saw it. He didn't bother with much prep, spinning me around, pulling my pants and boxers down to my ankles, and spitting on his cock.
If I weren't accustomed to him fucking me like this, this would have been an issue. But Daniel liked his rough entries, and my hole was used to getting fucked bare like this. Plus, the day before I had enjoyed almost an hour long edging session with my dildo, so I was ready to get fucked.
When he breached my hole, I had to brace myself against the wall lest I be pushed into it. I'm glad he wasn't too drunk to not start out slow, but despite giving me time to adjust he was still being firm. Still, it wasn't long before he was pumping away at a steady pace, one hand running through my hair, the other tweaking a nipple. It wasn't long before my own hands were groping my junk, jerking myself pretty close.
But Daniel noticed. He grabbed both of my hands in his, planing them back firmly on the wall, giving me no room to struggle. My rock hard cock hung untouched, bobbing up and down with each steady thrust, leaking precum into the dead grass and dirt.
I was trapped in bliss. The feelings emanating from where Daniel was rubbing deep inside me begged to be released, but I couldn't do anything about it. Eyes closed tight, I lifted my face to the sky, which Daniel took as a sign to begin gnawing on my neck. This was life right here, getting fucked, drunk, under the night sky.
And then the cops showed up. I probably don't need to go over the various meetings I had to attend, the authorities I had to talk to, the begging I had to do. I'll tell you what it boiled down to though. The school wasn't going to press charges, but I was suspended for the year, with a chance to reapply next year if I could write an essay about how I had improved as a person.
The bad part was my parents. I knew they were going to find out I was gay one day, and I knew things would be over between us when they did, but I didn't think this would be how they found out their son was gay. Though, as Daniel put it, if you're gonna come out to your parents, do it with a bang. Still, I didn't really mind so much about them. Things were already rocky to start, and I was planning on letting go of them before graduation.
The main problem now was where to live. All my stuff could be easily boxed up, but I didn't really have a place to put it. Or to sleep, for that matter. When I admitted to Daniel that I still hadn't found a place, he grimaced, embarrassed.
"Man, I am really sorry to put you in this kinda position," he said in his slightly Southern drawl. "It's all my fault that you're out on the streets now." I tried to interrupt him and say it was my fault as well, but he pressed on. "Look, I woulda offered sooner, but I figured almost any place would be better... but if you wanna keep living with me, you can. It's just me and my dad in this trailer park near the high way. I know it's not a lot, but hey, it's better than nothing. I wouldn't even make you pay rent." And that's how I ended up living at Crudo Cerdo Trailer Park.
Hopping out of Daniel's pickup, I got my first look at the place I'd be spending the next nine months. For a trailer park, I imagined worse. It was about a mile away from the city, fairly close to the docks and right along the highway, making it a convenient living situation for both dockhands and truck drivers. The trailers were cleaner and better maintained than I thought they would be, and I mentally scolded myself for coming into this situation with preconceived notions about how the people here would live. Most of them looked like they had been planted there awhile, and quite a few had little gardens or porch areas built around them. There did seem to be one thing missing though...
"Hey Dan, where are all the women?" I asked when I realized what it was that was bothering me.
"Ain't that many who live in Cerdo," he replied, as he started hauling our luggage out of the back. "It's advertised more towards single men than families. I hear there's a park for women a couple miles south though."
"Did you grow up here then? With your dad?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Ever since they divorced when I was 15. But I was always the baby of Crudo Cerdo. Right now, besides a couple a newly independent 18 year olds, I'm guessing we're the youngest here. Most guys are in their mid-20s, early 30's, though you still got a few geezers like my dad boozing around. Speak of the devil!" he shouted at a burly man approaching us.
"What's this I hear about me being a geezer?!" the man yelled back, a smile wide on his bearded face. "I ain't that old son, only 36! And you'd a known that if you called me for my birthday!" He wrapped Daniel in a huge bear hug, nearly lifting his husky son off the ground.
"So you don't have to do the math," he said to me over Daniel's shoulder, "I knocked up his mom at 15. What can I say, I'm a virile man." He winked at me. "Always have been, it's my curse."
He released Daniel who was smirking at his dad's bluntness and offered a hand to me. I shook it, only having a second to marvel at its firmness before being pulled in for a great big bear hug too. Daniel's dad was a huge man, both in height and girth, and his muscular arms squeezed me against his barrel chest and beer belly. I felt as though I were half my size in his grasp.
When he released me, he clapped me on the shoulder and stuck out his hand again. This time, he shook it without pulling me in. "My name's Bernard."
`More like Zangief,' I thought to myself, but out loud I said, "Nice to meet you sir. My name is Matthew."
"But everyone just calls him Matty," Daniel chimed in, a couple of suitcases under his arms. "Let's go put these bags away. I'm starving," he said. "And a little bit tired. Could use a nap," he said after a second, this time making eye contact with me. I knew what he meant by this. It was a little code we had from living together. I blushed from the fact we were talking about this right in front of his dad, even though Bernard couldn't know what we meant.
"Oh I bet you both are," Bernard said, grabbing another couple of the heaviest bags. I was left with a backpack and two of the smaller ones. "Let's grab you boys a couple burgers then you can nap it off back home. My treat."
Bernard's home was modestly furnished, though it had some little knickknacks that I wanted to spend time looking at later. I saw an old report card of Daniel's with straight A's. I knew that despite his demeanor, he was one of those students who never had to study very hard to do well on tests. The report card explained where he got his scholarships from.
I was hurried out of the house by Daniel's growling stomach, though we only made it halfway to the pickup before being stopped by a man. He was on the shorter side, buzzed hair, with a grey undershirt stretched tight over a ball belly. The belly didn't look a result of laziness by any means though, judging by the size of his tattooed biceps.
"Hey Bern. And is that Daniel too? You've gotten bigger, boy! College life does you well. But who's this right here?" he said, gesturing to me. Bernard spoke up.
"This here is Matty, he's Daniel's college roommate. The two of them are gonna be living here for a lil while, they got suspended from school for the semester. Boys being boys and all that." Bernard winked at the man knowingly. "Matty, this here is Hector, the big man around here. He owns Crudo Cerdo, as well as a chain of restaurants in the city." "You're a chef?" I asked, shaking his hand. His grip was firm, and held onto me just long enough that I thought he might go in for a hug as well.
"I am, though I leave most of the cooking to the people I hire now. Make it big fast enough and you can live a pretty relaxing life. I was lucky enough to have a job doing what I loved. It's a beautiful thing in life when it works out that way."
"Well we were just headed out to lunch," Bernard interjected. "I'll be back in an hour or so to talk about, the thing we need to talk about."
On the ride to lunch, Daniel drove, Bernard got shotgun, and I was crammed in the back seat. It was a tough squeeze for me, but I couldn't imagine either of the larger men stuck back here. Bernard was asking me questions about my life the whole ride over, though the topic of why we were both kicked out of school was never breached. He seemed interested when I talked about material engineering, my major subject, tsked disapprovingly when I talked about my parents, and laughed uproariously when Daniel chimed in to describe some of our less sexual antics.
"This is what it means for boys to be boys," Bernard said through his guffaws, after we told him about the time we got caught in the locker room after closing and had to squeeze our way through a window to get out (though we neglected to mention exactly why we were in there so late in the first place). "None of that shit about getting in fights or hurting women. Just boys getting themselves into harmless trouble that they gotta get themselves out of."
We arrived at a roadside hamburger joint called Meat Between Buns, which was crowded by a myriad of people. Bernard told us to grab a booth as he ordered, and when he arrived with food I was stunned at how much he brought. A chili cheese burger for each of us with a bucket of fries to share and a couple tall beers. I barely ate this much in a day back at college.
"Dig in boys, it's a special occasion," Bernard said, before popping a pink pill out from a little container and swallowing it. When he noticed me, he shook another couple out and offered them to us. "Aids in digestion. Stops you from destroying the toilet later. Take one of these with a messy meal, and you'll shit it out nice and pretty later."
"Dad!" Daniel laughed while taking the pill offered. I did the same before tucking in. Bernard offered to drive home, so the beers were for us. With the amount of food we were eating though, I doubt I'd even be buzzed by the time we got back in the car. Lunch was mostly quiet, as consumed as each of us was by our meals, and once we were finished I was absolutely stuffed.
"Got a nice food baby there, Matty," Daniel teased, rubbing my stomach. I groaned.
"I gotta have a cheat meal every once in a while, right?" I replied, enjoying the rub. Maybe a little too much, judging by how my cock began to stir. But before I could make a fool of myself in another public place, Bernard was hauling us both up and sending us to the truck. I was in the back again, this time really feeling like I barely fit. The whole ride home, Daniel was making eyes at me in the rearview mirror. I hoped his dad didn't catch us, because we were not being subtle.
When we all got home, Daniel and I went straight to his room. I had a small pull-out bed set up, but we both fell into Daniel's queen. I turned to him, ready to makeout, but he was snoring as soon as he hit the pillow. Content to actually nap as well, I snuggled into him, sleeping belly down, tucking myself under one of his meaty arms.
The burger induced dreams I remember were very odd. I was tiny, only a few inches tall, trying to deliver a message to someone. I remember thinking that even if I reached them, they wouldn't even be able to hear me, and as soon as I thought that, little burger sliders appeared. As I ran, I started popping them in my mouth, Pac-man style, and sure enough with each one I ate I grew an inch or so. As I got bigger, the food changed as well. At first it was burgers, then it was fries, then it was hot dogs. I was almost regular sized by now, running naked through my college campus, needing to eat just one more hot dog to be finished. But as I came upon the last one, I couldn't swallow it. It was stuck in my throat, and I began bobbing my head up and down on it, trying to get it all the way down, before it stopped being a hot dog and started being a cock. Who's cock it was was hard to tell, and the face of the chubby man above me shifted between Daniel, Zangief, Bernard, and Hector.
I woke up moaning, my cock rubbing the bed and my hole being fingered. Questioningly, I glanced to my side and saw Daniel, a finger over his lips, a finger inside my own ass lips. I quieted my moans and arched my back to get him deeper inside me, and Matty smiled appreciatively, and perhaps a bit derisively.
He took his finger from his lips and stuck it in my mouth. I sucked on it as if it were his cock, getting it nice and lubed up, and he placed it at the edge of my hole too, rubbing around for a second before sticking it in alongside his other hand's. He pulled them apart a little, my hole complying, spitting into the gap they made.
Daniel pulled his right index finger out, replacing it with the middle finger on his left hand, and using the newly free hand to grab my hair and pull my head back. He kissed me deep, his tongue snaking down my throat and leaving my mouth hanging open desperately when he pulled back. He paused as he looked down at me, before spitting into my open mouth. I swallowed instinctively, before reflexively sticking out my tongue for more.
But he didn't give me any more, at least on that end. He spat again, this time on his hand, lubing up his meat, before spitting once more on my hole. He mounted me, his bulk pushing me flat into the bed, my cock trapped beneath both our bodies, as he began pushing the head of his cock inside me.
I'd taken his cock this way a few times, so the lack of lube wasn't a first. But it still took a second to get used to and I couldn't help but groan. As soon as I did, one of Daniel's hands was around my jaw, covering my mouth as he continued to push in slowly. This muffled the grunts enough for him, and he bottomed out within a few seconds.
I whined as he began pulling out again, it felt like he was pulling out my guts, and his other hand joined the first covering my mouth. On his second thrust in, he pulled my head back, forcing me to arch my back and look up and him above me. He had a determined look in his eyes as he began slowly thrusting, each push rubbing my cock against the sheets. I was leaking precum all over the bed, but I knew that Daniel didn't mind his sheets smelling like sex.
Daniel's thrusts began speeding up as he reached a steady pace, and as hard as I tried I couldn't help but let out another moan through his hands. His cock was hitting my prostate slowly, just barely dragging over it, and it was torture. Daniel's hands released me, and I let out a loud bellow of pleasure.
A second later, his hands were back, this time shoving something dry into my mouth. I couldn't see what they were, but from the feel of fabric and the smell wafting up from what was sticking out of my mouth, I knew these had to be Daniel's old boxers.
"Everything alright in there?"came the voice of Bernard, muffled through the wall.
"Yeah dad!" Daniel called back, slapping the back of my head as he did so. "Matty just, uh, stubbed his toe!"
The gag muffled my uncontrollable moans as Daniel really started going at my ass. Each thrust made me see stars, and as much as I wish I could've expressed my pleasure the underwear in my mouth kept me quiet. Smelling his balls so close to me made me salivate and heightened the experience. As much as I loved how he was coring me out, I really wanted to suck his cock too.
We were both pretty horny, and it wasn't long before Daniel began slapping my ass hard as he rode me, a good sign he was about to finish. He was having a tough time keeping quiet too, and leaned over to bite into my shoulder to muffle his own grunts of pleasure. The pain was sharp, but the sudden shock of it drove me over the edge. My cock, rubbing against the bedspread, began shooting on its own, the Daniel-scented gag in my mouth barely keeping my moans in check.
As I came, my hole clenched up, driving Daniel over the edge as well. He bit hard into my shoulder as he came inside me, breeding me with his seed. I was hoping he wasn't as virile as his father bragged to be, otherwise I'd've been knocked up within minutes.
As he came down from his orgasm, he collapsed on top of me, pushing my body into the cum-covered sheets. I reached up to remove his underwear from my mouth, but he grabbed my arms, pinning them to my sides in a bear hug, his soft but heavy body pressing me into the bed. I tried to ask him what was going on through his boxers, but his reply was only a gently snore.
I settled in, hoping his dad wouldn't come in unexpectedly (though part of me maybe excited at getting caught), Daniel's cock softening in my thoroughly bred hole, his sweaty body on top of mine. If this was going to be my life for the next year, I could live with it.
Hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of debauchery. Other stories I've written are:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/interracial/club-lux/ About a dancer who gets fucked onstage
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/athletics/gym-gymnos/ A guy joins a new gym and gets fit (kind of the opposite of this story)
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/encounters/seidrmans-bathhouse A hung guy gets gangbanged
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/hungry-goat-tattoo-parlor/ Changing relationship dynamics and tattoos
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/a-different-kind-of-whore/ A prostitute for the supernatural.
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