Ryan's Hole

Disclaimer: This story is about men having sex with men. If that's not your thing or you're too young to read it, please leave now. The author has no knowledge of Ryan Phillippe's sexuality, nor that of any other famous personality mentioned here, and has written this purely as a work of erotic fantasy fiction. Enjoy!

RYAN'S HOLE

by Backlash29

backlash29@hotmail.com

Chapter 7: Dorm Slut

By the fall of 2000, into the winter of 2001, Ryan could hardly imagine his life getting any better. On one hand, he had a fantastic career, a terrific wife, and a beautiful child whom in spite of his busy schedule he was able to see more times during the week than most Hollywood stars in his position. Meanwhile, his sex life grew more and more satisfying and exciting with every month.

The addition of Brady to his entourage seemed to make all the difference. Ryan still got fucked regularly by many of his favorite "players" but with Brady managing his sex life (for the most part) he now had regular access to sex whenever and wherever he wanted it, and with just about whatever hot big-dicked guy he chose. Besides, whenever things got a little bit slow or he couldn't find a trick to fill his ass at the precise moment he needed it, Brady was always on-hand to do the honors. With his gym build and movie-star good looks, not to mention his impressive nine-inch tool, Brady was welcome to pump Ryan's ass full of cock and cum anytime he so desired, which turned out to be at a minimum once every other day.

Brady had a habit most mornings of stopping by Ryan's "playpen" (the remodeled studio apartment over the garage at the house Ryan and Reese owned in the Hollywood Hills). Typically he would grab his attache case, drive through Starbuck's, pick up the L.A. Times, and then head up to Ryan's place, parking in the driveway and then climbing the wisteria-shaded outdoor steps to the custom-fitted sex pad. More often than not, Ryan was already in action, sometimes on the bed but usually in the sling, getting his hot, tasty butt slammed by some group of ever-willing studs. This cast of characters varied: Sometimes it was a tasty young trick Brady had picked up for Ryan at the gym; sometimes it was a big-dicked married stud who was into discreet encounters; sometimes it was a favorite extra or crew member that Ryan had met and bottomed for at one of his locations; sometimes it was Terry or Charlie, the remodeling contractors who still dropped by from time to time to plug Ryan's asshole and bang him hard with their oversized cocks.

Occasionally when Brady arrived, it might be another celebrity, usually one who lived in the same neighborhood, and because of Ryan's open-door policy, Brady got to observe some hot famous men in action, throttling ecstatically in and out of Ryan's hole. After the housewarming party, for example, both Ethan Hawke and Jude Law were frequent visitors. (The first time Brady saw Ethan there after the party, he had his jeans open and was jerking off while waiting for another stud to finish fucking Ryan in the sling; Brady invited Ethan to lie back on the bed, stripped, and rode his superstar cock to a fantastic orgasm, and so the two of them got it on frequently after that, almost every time Ethan stopped by.) Additionally, Ashton Kutcher and Seann William Scott made frequent return visits, often bringing along their famous fuckbuddies and friends: Ashton, who got fucked constantly by Ben Affleck ever since they appeared together in "Reindeer Games" and who was in the habit of drilling Freddie Prinze Jr.'s hot, insatiable asshole ever since they co-starred in "Down To You", brought both guys with him on separate occasions to load their jizz into Ryan's hungry hole. Seann brought well-built power-top Chris Klein, whom he met and got regularly fucked by on the set of "American Pie", and Devon Sawa, who was one of a group of hot young studs who regularly gang-banged him back in the "Final Destination" days.

On the days when Brady arrived at Ryan's playpen and no one was fucking him yet, he would simply greet his employer and make some small talk while they both got undressed. Then, Brady would fuck him until others arrived, or until it was time to stop because they had some business to conduct, whichever came first. Although Ryan loved to be submissive and lie back to take men's cocks, his favorite position with Brady was different. He liked it when Brady either laid back on the bed or sat with his back against the headboard and pillows, and Ryan would mount his fat log and ride it luxuriously up and down. Especially for his first fuck of the day, this was a sensual and easy way to get started. He and Brady had grown to care for each other in a brotherly, but very erotic way, and he loved to massage Brady's sexy chest muscles and make out with him passionately as his 28-year-old agency rep and love god pressed deeper up into his asshole and eventually creamed his hole with cum.

One morning, Brady arrived at his usual time, and didn't see any other cars in the driveway, so he figured that he would be undressing momentarily and plunging into his all-time favorite boy-hole. Ever since he woke up that morning, he had a raging hard-on in his pants, and he was craving to suck some fresh cream out of Ryan's ass, even if he had to shoot it there himself.

As he approached the playpen, though, he heard the unmistakable sounds of fucking. Peeking inside, he saw a fantastic sight: Two naked young black studs, with deep ebony skin and fantastic muscles, stood together in front of the sling. Ryan was in the sling, legs raised and secured, getting fucked frantically by one of them, while the other remained nearby, taking in the scene. The stud in charge was so powerful and driven that as he banged into Ryan's ass in hard, choppy thrusts, the chains on the sling shook back and forth. His muscular black ass pounding in and out appeared to Brady as a blur.

"Take my fuckin' black babies," the top muttered viciously in a deep, masculine tone. "Take it all, cunt."

His companion, jerking on his own fat rod, chimed in: "Yeah stud...fuckin' white pussy-boy loves getting all that fuckin' black dick. Go on, fill him with that hot juice."

The guy fucking Ryan seemed to be close. Brady recognized both of them from somewhere, but couldn't place them. A few minutes later, after Ryan's unsteady groans of pleasure rose to a furious, wailing climax, the top fucking him exploded:

"FU-UU-UCK!! Fuckin' white pussy-boy take my cu-uu-uu-umm..."

He proceeded to pound so much jism into Ryan's hole that a moment later they could all hear it squishing out again as he continued his staccato thrusts. Brady licked his lips, anticipating the ass-meal that this powerful stud was depositing into Ryan's cunt.

After he came back down to earth, the black stud pulled out his cock, which Brady now saw was HUGE. Long, thick and delicious-looking, it resembled a loaf of dark bread. Jesus Christ, Brady could barely believe Ryan had taken all that cock! The dick had to be over thirteen inches long, and incredibly fat, even in its semi-deflated state.

The man who had just cum in Ryan's ass now gave his white buttcheek a hard slap. "That's it for me, bitch," he muttered. "My brother's up next. Not so big as me, but still a nice big black log to keep you happy."

Brother? Brady remembered now: These were two brothers who lived with their family in a house down the street. The older one, who had just fucked Ryan, was in his early twenties; the younger one appeared to be around nineteen. Ryan had commented on seeing them before, their hot chests as they did yardwork or washed their family's cars in the driveway; the younger one's sexy, strong legs as he went on his evening jogs through their neighborhood. Brady had noticed them a few times, too, and figured they had to be good sex. Evidently Ryan had found a way to let them know he was available.

The younger black stud brother stepped into place between Ryan's splayed thighs. "Oooh, big brother, you shot lots of nasty babies into this bitch, didn'tcha," he said playfully. "Mmmm, makes some nice lube for the hard fuck I'm going to give this cocksucker next." He then pushed his own fat black dick into Ryan's cum-trench and immediately started fucking, the remnants of his older brother's sperm squirting out along the sides of his shaft as he did so.

"Cocksucker..." the older brother mused. "Yo, that ain't such a bad idea, man. Bitch, you want to suck on this big black cock while my little brother screws your hot white hole?"

Ryan gurgled, almost in ecstasy at the thought. He reached out his right hand for the stud's prick, as the cock in his ass continued its pummeling assault. Soon Ryan was filled with big black boners at both ends, and was in hog heaven as the two brothers banged him full and deep.

Brady simply opened his khaki pants, pulled out his own meat, and beat off as he watched. It had been a long while since he'd had any black dick for himself...the last occasion he could remember was in a sex club, where he'd sucked a huge black cock through a glory hole and then enticed the stud to meet him in a private room and fuck his hot ass silly. Brady got that big ebony stake so far up into his asshole that when the stud shot his own "black babies" Brady swore he could taste the sperm at the back of his throat.

Now, before him, he was watching Ryan be the white meat in a hot sandwich on black toast. And a pair of hot young brothers, no less. It made for an arousing, enticing, hot show.

"Damn, this is swee-ee-eet," the younger brother whistled once their fuck was underway. "Fuckin' white boy movie star, with a sweet ass like this one...shit, it's heaven. His hot hole just about fuckin' drinks the cum outa my big dick..."

Encouraged, Ryan continued to squeeze his pucker around the invading prick, bringing the most pleasurable milking sensations he knew how to the hot top drilling his ass. Meanwhile, he continued choking down the older brother's dark, solid meat as it hung off the stud's sexy black midsection and dropped into Ryan's cute, round mouth. As he struggled to eat as much of the huge dick as he was able, the older brother's heavy ballsac flopped against his cheeks and chin, big and heavy, ready to flood Ryan's oral passage with the next load of sperm.

Soon, the younger brother was pounding out a loud load into Ryan's ass-pussy as well. "Fuckin' white bitch whore!!" he screamed. "Take that mother-fuckin' load...take all my hot fuckin' cream..."

Ryan whimpered excitedly, and Brady envied his employer for the sensation he knew he was experiencing: a hot black cock exploding inside him, shooting cum everywhere, spraying his ass, adding a pile of creamy love-juice on top of the load that was just shot there minutes before by the hot top's older brother.

"Ooh yeah, baby," the stud at Ryan's mouth cooed. "You love all that dick, don't you, sweet precious thing. You love all them black babies swimming around inside your hole."

Ryan, visibly turned-on by this dirty talk, started immediately convulsing, and Brady realized he was now in the throes of an orgasm himself. It took him a few grunts to eject the horse-cock from his mouth, at which point he screamed as he shot all over himself: "YES!! FU-UU-UCK...oh yeah, fuck me, bang a new hole in my ass, I want it so fuckin' bad, I want your cocks and cum...!!"

The stud standing at Ryan's head held a huge black hand gently over Ryan's forehead, caressing his sweaty blond locks as he continued slapping his impossibly large cock against the bottom's silky cheeks. After a moment, Ryan calmed down from his raging orgasm, and with a quick breath, inhaled the huge dick again.

"Yeah, pussy-boy," his oral top continued in a low, soft, commanding voice. "Eat up daddy's sweet dick. We know you're a fuckin' cunt who lives for big black cocks inside him at both ends. Use your pussy to suck up all that cum outa my lil' brother's hard boner. Milk his dick and get all those black babies. Now, drink all that love juice outa my big black prick also. Yeah... That's it, suck my cock."

Ryan was in heaven, and showed no signs of slowing down. His cock, spent of cum, continued to show hard. For the first time since Brady arrived, the brothers looked over at him, sizing up the very sexy and aroused white stud, who now had his pants fully removed and his shirt open, and had reclined on the bed to beat his cock with one had and reach around to finger his own male cunt with the other, dreaming about the black studs railing his own ass the same way they were giving it to Ryan's.

The younger top had withdrawn from Ryan's pussy and was wiping and scratching his deflated cock with a nearby rag. "Yo' man," he said to his brother. "I think Ryan here's got more business lined up."

The older brother looked at Brady and narrowed his eyes to a deep, penetrating gaze. "You want him next?" he asked the mesmerized observer. "I'm still gettin' some good head here, but if you want into his back end, I'd say it's very available right now." Ryan was too occupied to chime in with his own opinion, but right on cue, his exposed, luscious ass-lips winked their own invitation. They smooched shut briefly, then smacked back open again, spreading a few tangy streams of fresh cum across the hot tunnel leading to the butt-pussy deep inside. Sometimes, when Brady was on his knees licking all the gallons of hot jizz out of that hole, he swore he could see all the way to Ryan's interior, a bottomless well of tenderness, sensuality and desire.

In a trance, Brady approached the sling, and moments later sunk his painfully hard cock into its familiar home. He had gotten in a few slow thrusts when suddenly he had the answer to his prayers.

The younger black stud had finished cleaning himself and was rock-hard once again. Tenderly, he approached Brady from behind, his touch and breath and proximity sending a shiver up and down Brady's entire body. "Hey man," he whispered, gently grabbing Brady's firm biceps as the white stud held onto the slings' chains for leverage and thrust power. "I can tell you were wanting a little of this yourself." Brady stopped his fuck and moaned as he suddenly felt the warmth of a long, fat black dick resting between his well-gymmed bubble buttcheeks. The younger brother simply laid his cock in Brady's crack and rubbed it up and down a few times.

The shivers Brady had experienced upon original contact with the stud were now nearly out of control. With a long, slow lunge, he leaned forward over Ryan's prostate form, snaking his hard dick all the way into Ryan's ass, and at the same time offering his own hot ass for penetration by this strapping young dark daddy. The hand clutching his right bicep released itself momentarily as his top-to-be reached onto the shelves for some liquid lubrication.

Brady trembled with anticipation, his dick still motionless and fully sunk into Ryan's hole, which milked it steadily and expertly, waiting patiently for the double-strength penetration is was soon to receive. Seconds later, the right hand was slathering lube onto Brady's eager asshole, followed by a few preparatory slaps from the gigantic cock against the tight, puckered opening. Then, finally, the promise of a meaty cockhead pressing through his anal ring, and then the full, deep fantastic feeling of all that hard black meat sliding fully into his white-boy hole.

Brady knew he had to get back to fucking Ryan, but for the moment, he got ecstatically lost in the beauty and intoxication of this hardcore dick-slamming, this fat black baseball bat that was sawing hard in and out of his white, hairy, bent-over starving ass. With his spare energy, he managed to use his ass muscles to squeeze rhythmically on the invading prick, giving his top stud pleasure the way Ryan always did for him. Meanwhile, he was collapsed forward over Ryan, fully relaxed and totally submissive to this powerful stud. The sling held both bottoms' full weight, and Brady's lips parted on Ryan's slender chest, his teeth pressed lightly around Ryan's right nipple as he drooled and moaned, dazedly accepting the masterful fuck.

Finally, after five minutes or so of this glorious pounding, Brady struggled slightly upright, again grabbing the slings' chains for support, and recommenced moving his own cock in and out of Ryan's deep, velvety ass. The sensation was overpowering: his cock wrapped in Ryan's celebrity hole, and his own ass violated in deep, sharp thrusts by the teen-aged black stud from down the street. He was in the middle of an amazing cock-and-ass sandwich, both getting and giving a high-quality fuck at either end. It made him feel both dominant and submissive at the same time, like a highly desirable sex toy that could be used to fill a hole or else provide one for hot, anonymous dicks, or both simultaneously. His mind raced back to the last time he'd witnessed this, in the same sling, when Jude had masterfully ridden Ryan's pole while the rest of them had banged in and out of Ryan's cum-hungry ass. Ryan was still the sex toy extraordinaire, but this moment was Brady's chance to shine, to be Ryan's cockmaster and also the pleasure hole for these hot dark studs.

The younger brother grunted constantly as he railed his cock in and out of Brady, and in the end, his orgasm came too soon. His grunting didn't increase, so Brady had little warning when he suddenly felt the ropes of jizz flying out of the black top's juicy prick and filling up his rectum. The ass-load of cum felt terrific, and moments later Brady shot his own load into Ryan. But Brady was just getting warmed up, and he hoped that the black studs hadn't exhausted themselves. Like Ryan, he needed more cocks in his pussy.

He didn't have to worry. The younger top stayed hard and went immediately back to fucking Ryan. Brady laid back on the bed, and the older stud, who had been getting his huge cock sucked by Ryan, now joined Brady, spreading his sexy, well-muscled legs and drilling his gigantic cock inside. Brady winced at first, but his hole had been stretched admirably by his top's younger brother, and the copious load of cum the first one had shot inside his ass provided sufficient lubrication for this latest onslaught. After the first few strokes, Brady had simply to enjoy the ride, and hang on to the black daddy's muscular thighs, huge and hard as boulders and flexing repeatedly with every thrust into Brady's submissive, willing cunt-pocket, both of them moaning loudly and constantly as the sweaty, feverish fuck wore on.

Other hot tops began trickling in, as it was that time of the morning when Ryan's usual sex appointments generally started to arrive. At one point during his ass invasion, Brady looked over to the sling and saw that a swarthy (white) daddy-type had joined the fun, and was face-feeding Ryan his impressive dick as the younger neighbor continued throttling Ryan's ass. The next time Brady looked over, maybe twenty or thirty minutes later on, the swarthy hunk and two other, younger muscle-studs were huddled at Ryan's hole in front of the sling, and were taking turns plugging him in rapid succession. Brady looked around for the current top's younger brother, and saw him sitting on the floor in the corner, with a cute, well-hung dark-haired surfer type happily riding up and down on his black meat in a squatting position.

Overcome, Brady sprayed a big load onto his belly. It was the third time he'd cum since the older brother started fucking him, making it his fourth climax in total for that day. He was exhausted but happy, and his hole was on fire from the steady fucking he'd gotten. He worked it as best he could to bring the huge black top maximum pleasure.

Soon he heard, "Oh yeah, fuckin' pussy-boy, cheap fuckin' white cum-rag, I'm gonna blow all this hot love-juice into your hot butch hole..." Seconds later, Brady felt the glorious flood of hot man-juice flowing into his ass. The huge cock shot so much jism that when the top withdrew it, most of it flowed out, all over the bed. Brady reached down quickly and grabbed it as it escaped, feeding it to himself, then reaching down again for more. The intoxicating stench of these hot black brother's mixed loads was overpowering. The younger brother had cum inside the surfer dude, who was now waiting in line for his shot at Ryan. After the two brothers had dressed and said their good-byes, Brady wiggled off the bed and got on his knees, licking the last remnants of their manly potion off the comforter, relishing the sticky delicious taste of it before it settled into the fabric along with the countless loads that had leaked onto it before, leaving a permanent stain.

After that, he sat up, still smiling stupidly at what seemed like a heavenly dream. Four tops were banging his employer in the sling. When they were finished, probably in another half-hour or so, he would be on his knees once again, drinking all of those aromatic juices out of his favorite honey-pot, Ryan's hole.

All this sex in one morning, and it wasn't even ten o'clock!

One beautiful Wednesday morning in late autumn, Ryan's private cell phone rang. It was Percy, the horse-hung UCLA boy who fucked him frequently in his dorm on-campus. Ryan hadn't head from him since the new fall quarter had started, and had actually forgotten he ever gave Percy his cell phone number. Ryan was extremely cautious about divulging such personal data, and truth be told, Percy had never had to use it before...when Ryan wanted to climb on Percy's cock, he usually ended up phoning the studly college rugby jock directly, and before long he'd be at the UCLA dorm room, getting his fine ass plowed by Percy's huge meat and usually also by Percy's beautiful, shorter Italian roommate, Frank. Both young men had fantastic thick cocks and really knew how to thrust a good hard fuck into a hot blond-bottom asshole like Ryan's.

"Hey, Ryan. It's me, Percy. Hope you don't mind a phone call out of the blue. How's things?"

As soon as he registered the voice in his head, Ryan's groin responded with a familiar heat. "I'm doing fine, man," Ryan told him. "It's been a while."

"Cool. I hope I didn't catch ya at a bad time...?"

"Nah," Ryan replied. "I just got my ass fucked by these two hot, hung med students on their break at Cedars Sinai, and I'm just walking back to my car to go get some lunch at the house."

"Hot, man."

"So, what's up?"

"Not much," Percy said, his good-natured tone turning slightly seductive. "Just missing your sweet ass, is all. Frank here misses it, too."

"Yeah? You guys at your dorm room, all naked and sweaty?"

Percy laughed. "We are, actually, man. We've got a new suite for senior year, in the athletic dorm. Frank and I were just having a little jerk-off session with one of our suitemates and we got to thinking about you."

At the thought of three naked, hard young bodies in a dorm room, fantasizing about his ass, in a building full of jocks...Ryan felt flush with arousal and desire. "I see..."

"So..." Percy ventured. "...we were wondering if maybe you wanted to stop by?"

Ryan checked his watch. "Damn. I fuckin' can't. I gotta get lunch and then be on location in just about one hour. Raincheck, maybe?"

"Sure, dude." Percy tried not to let the disappointment show in his voice. "Maybe this week-end sometime? Like, on Sunday?"

"Sunday's perfect," Ryan said. "I have the whole afternoon and evening free."

"Let's do it, stud," Percy said. "See you then."

Percy hung up the phone and turned to his two companions on the bed opposite. Frank, his swarthy hairy hunk of a roommate, was leaning over in a seated position to suck the big cock of Joe, their strapping suite mate. Joe was tall and blond, with a fabulous broad hairless chest, strong shoulders, and a perfect tan.

"No go, guys," Percy lamented. "He's busy. No superstar ass for us today."

"Too bad," Joe said. "Guess we'll have to make do with ol' Frankie here." He gave the Italian's bubble butt a playful swat. Frank grunted slightly and continued fucking his face expertly on Joe's big schlong.

"Damn right it's too bad," Percy said. "Fuck man, if you could only see how this Ryan bitch takes cocks, it's like a total sex show. He can't get enough cocks, he always just wants more and more of them, in his face and up his ass. He loves cum, too. He eats it and he takes whole loads of it in his asshole. It's fuckin' hot."

"Christ!" Joe was obviously turned-on. "He's so fuckin' hot, too. I love the way they always show his ass in the movies. He just looks like the perfect slut-bottom pussy-boy. I've love to nail him with this dick."

Percy moved to the floor and started jacking his roommate's fat Italian sausage, which was rock hard and already spitting precum. "Yeah, me too," he said. "I guess we gotta wait until Sunday."

Frank was overcome by the beautiful sensations at both ends of his body, from his roommate jacking his hard cock and their suite mate fucking in and out of his mouth. He breathlessly spat out Joe's horsecock and said to his friends: "OK, if we're not fucking Ryan today then I want you both to fuck me." He looked down at their hard, dripping dicks--first Percy's, then back to Joe's. "Now," he added defiantly.

Moments later, Frank was on his back getting deep-dicked by Joe, who held Frank's sexy, hairy legs wide open and bounced hard in and out of Frank in front, his strong arms lifting Frank's ass off the mattress, his tan, flat washboard belly bumping against Frank's cock and ballsac with each inward thrust. Frank moaned and cried out for more deep, solid fucking, until Percy came along and plugged his own huge cock into Frank's loving mouth.

"Yeah, eat it up, Frankie," Percy moaned softly. "You like being a little pussy-bitch too, don'tcha. You suck cocks into your mouth and ass just like Ryan, our slutty little superstar bottom-hole stud."

Joe continued thrusting until he creamed his hot jock load deep inside his sexy young suite mate. He then withdrew, and as he relaxed, watching Percy assume the same position and take his turn, an idea gradually came to him. He thought about it as Percy fucked Frank, and then when both of the others had shot their loads and they were all getting dressed, he shared his thoughts with his friends.

"So...if Ryan's such a pussy-boy, and can't get enough cocks...and he loves young hard college jock meat..."

Frank was still catching his breath. Percy was pulling on his sweats, and looked over at Joe, curious. "Yeah? So?"

Joe whistled. "Well, shit. This whole dorm's full of goodlooking studs. A lot of them have pretty big meat, and don't care where they put it. Shit, Frankie here's gotten mouthloads and assloads from more than a dozen of them since we all moved in here, and that was only a couple of months ago."

Frank shot Joe a rueful glance, then considered what he'd said, and tipped his head in agreement: Those were about the right numbers. And, he'd loved every minute of sucking and being fucked by those jocks.

"Alright, so what?" Percy said. "You think we should invite some of them up here for a gang-bang?"

"I think we should invite ALL of them, Percy my friend," Joe said, beaming. "If the whore loves cock, let's give him all the cock we can come up with. I bet we could get guys from every floor to stop by, especially if we let them know there's a nice, sweet tight pussy-boy ass waiting to milk out all their hot loads."

"Shit," Percy said, in awe at this suggestion. "Well, I don't know, Ryan usually wants us to be pretty discreet about this stuff...and I don't know about our reputation around this place..."

"Fuck our reputation," Frank chimed in. "We're seniors, no one's going to touch us. Besides, my ass is getting pretty popular these days, so I think the whole building knows what's what up here in our suite."

Joe laughed. "He's right. Four guys stopped me at breakfast this morning and asked if I was the lucky guy who got to share a suite with the hunky little slave whose ass took all their dicks last night. I said they're fuckin' right I was." He teasingly slapped Frank's bare ass once again.

"Oo-oh..." Frank moaned instinctively, both at the hard touch of Joe's palm on his ass and the pleasant memory of getting tag-teamed by the four jocks from upstairs the night before. "Yeah man, they were awesome. As soon as the last one jizzed inside me, the first one was ready to go again, so I ended up taking two each of all their loads."

Percy was getting turned on by the idea of setting up a gang-bang party where Ryan was the guest of honor. "You know, this might work out. Man, it would be totally hot. And I bet Ryan would like it, too."

Frank snorted. "Fuckin' right he would. He's a fuckin' whore for men's cocks. Joe, you gotta see him in action. He just gets on his back, spreads those sweet legs, and sucks one cock and cumload after another right into his perky little ass. And while he's doing it, he just moans and begs for more, unless someone's at his mouth, feeding him dick. Those pouty little lips know how to suck, too. He's a total slut."

He started getting dressed again himself, his hot ass slipping back into the flattering trousers he wore to make it known his goods were avaiable to any dick that wanted a shot. "You know, depending on how this whole gang-bang idea goes with Ryan, maybe we can schedule another one. I might be interested in signing up for the hot seat." With that, Frank winked at his two friends, and exited the suite.

As it turned out, Percy got an overwhelmingly positive response to the idea of a gang-bang from the other jocks around their dorm. He and Joe didn't tell anyone who the guest of honor was, only that he was a young goodlooking blond pussy-boy who could take on all of their cocks with his ass and mouth. The two of them had concocted a disguise, in case Ryan wanted to remain anonymous: a black leather mask they found on the bondage rack at a sex supply store on Melrose, with holes cut for each eye and a central hole for breathing. Frank tried it out as they fucked him one night, and they all agreed it was an extra hot touch.

All in all, it was a five-floor dorm, with ten suites on each floor plus a Resident Adviser, and four jocks in each suite. That made for a total of forty-one guys per floor, or over 200 in the entire building. Several of the guys invited regretfully told the organizers that they had to be out-of-town that day, but several others who had plans decided to change them so they could attend.

By the time Sunday morning rolled around, Percy had over a hundred guys confirmed to attend, and most of the others said they'd drop by if they could make it, as well.

"Shit, it's going to be a great turn-out," Percy said to his roommate, Frank, who was still lounging in bed, fingering his asshole and tasting the wake-up cumload that Percy had shot there a short while before.

"Great," Frank said. "You know, though, a hundred guys is a lot of people. How are we going to fit everyone in here if they all show up at once?"

"Easy." Percy showed Frank the chart he was hanging on the door that connected their bedroom to the living room of the suite. "This is a roster of everyone in the building. It's arranged by floor. The guys up here" --he pointed to the uppermost region of the chart-- "are from the first floor. They get here at 1 o'clock. The guys from the second floor show up at 2 o'clock. And so on. Then, everyone's welcome to stop back at 6 if they want and do another round."

Frank felt a renewed pang of jealousy at the thought of Ryan getting cocks up his ass for a whole afternoon. He continued playing absently with his dick and ass. "But dude, forty guys per floor is still a huge number. How do we fit them all in?"

"Well, obviously not all forty are gonna show up, though hopefully a lot of them do. Anyway, I'm going to have some beers and junk food set up in the other room, and guys can just hang out while they're waiting. We can also spill over into Joe and Ian's bedroom, too." He motioned toward the other bedroom in the suite.

Percy finished mounting the chart on the door. He then walked over to his desk, fished through the top drawer until he produced some tape, a black magic marker, and a length of string.

"What's that for?" Frank asked.

Grinning, Percy walked back to the door and affixed the string to the door using the tape, and then tied the pen to the other end of the string. "I want to keep track of who fucks him, and how many times."

Frank grunted, still massaging his hole and stroking his dick. "Dude, that's fuckin' twisted," he moaned.

"Yeah," Percy agreed. "But still, knowing how many loads he took is also pretty fuckin' hot."

Joe appeared at the door, admiring Percy's organization skills. "Hey man, the chart looks great. You know, this will make it like a game. When guys see their name up here, they'll want to shoot as many loads into him as they can."

At the appearance of Joe, looking sexy shirtless and wearing cut-off sweats, and the visual of a whole building of horny jocks competing to bang the highest number of hot cum-loads into Ryan Phillippe, Frank lost control and with one long groan of surrender, he pushed his left middle finger way up high into his sperm-soaked asshole, with his right hand, yanked out several globs of cum from his dick.

Ryan showed-up around 11am, two hours earlier than they'd planned on. He looked sexy as ever, wearing a tight T-shirt with a button-down casually pulled on over the top. Percy was still at the store getting the snack foods and drinks, so Frank was left to greet the superstar bottom-boy and introduce him to Joe, who was instantly star-struck and nearly pale with excitement at the experience of seeing this famous beauty before him, moments away from shedding his clothes and willfully giving up his hungry ass.

"I'm a big fan," he croaked, awkwardly extending his hand for a shake. "And dude...your ass is so fine!"

Ryan laughed. "Thanks," he said. "It definitely loves cock. I hope you shoot a lot of nice sweet loads into me. You look like you're up for it!" He reached out and toward Joe's solid, tan pectorals and gave one of his nipples a friendly tweak.

"Fuckin' right I am!" Joe said. "Man, I gave two loads to my girlfriend just last night, but I am already up for more action!"

"So," Ryan said to Frank. "Percy left me e-mail saying you guys had invited some friends...?"

Joe and Frank looked at each other, and then Joe burst out laughing. "Yeah..."

And so, as they stood in the living room of the suite, Frank told Ryan the whole setup: that every hunky jock who lived in the dorm was invited to take a shot at Ryan's hole, and that his job was to just stay in the bed all afternoon (and all evening, if he wanted) taking all of those cocks and cumloads into his hole. At one point, Frank mentioned that if he wanted to back out at any point, he had only to say the word to either him, Joe or Percy, and they would make sure the other jocks backed off. In reply, as Frank was talking, Ryan's eyes slowly bulged at the thought of how well-pounded his cock-hungry shitter was going to be, and he automatically opened up his pants and began jerking his hard cock.

"So," Frank finished, "as long as you're up for it, we're ready to get started whenever you are."

Joe snickered. "I'd say he's up for it, alright. And it looks like he's already started."

The two studs helped pull Ryan's pants down and completely off, then lifted pulled off his button-down and hoisted the tight T-shirt over his head, exposing his lithe, magnificent physique. Joe knelt and immediately set in pulling and sucking on Ryan's cock, "priming the pump" as Frank set about kissing Ryan's tasty body all over: his milky chest, his sensuous nipples, his round ass.

A moment later, another jock appeared in the doorway to the suite. "This him?" he asked loudly.

Frank looked up. It was Tim Steiner, one of the many football players who lived on their floor. He had a beer in one hand, and was wearing only his jersey and a pair of baggy shorts. Frank licked his lips, recalling the monster that lived in those shorts, which he had felt drilling into his own ass only a few nights before.

"Swee-ee-eet!" Steiner roared, seeing Ryan's hot naked ass. "Fuck, this is going to be fuckin' great!"

"Yeah," Frank replied, carefully keeping Ryan positioned so that his back was toward the door, preventing his recognition. "We'll be ready for you guys in a few minutes. Why don't you go start getting the other guys together."

"Holy shit, alright!" Steiner shouted. "Shit, that's one sweet ass," he continued loudly as he headed down the hall. "Hey guys, get ready! We are gonna have FUN with this pussy boy...whoever the fuck he is!"

As Frank returned to fondling Ryan, and Joe continued his hot blowjob, they heard Steiner pounding on the doors of the other suites. "Alright fellow studs! Our little party boy is already here! Let's get started!"

Ryan said breathlessly: "You said you had some kind of mask for me?"

Joe spat out Ryan's cock and stood up. "Shit, that's right. We better hurry, they'll be here any minute."

Joe retrieved the mask, and Ryan put it on. Once it was fully over Ryan's features, Frank and Joe looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

"Fuck, that looks kinky as shit, man!" Joe whistled. "Hey Ryan, you ever worn anything like this before?"

Ryan, in the black leather mask, shook his head slowly from side to side.

"But is it comfortable? Is it OK?" Frank asked.

Ryan was motionless for a second, and then slowly nodded.

They led their bottom-boy to the gangbang location they had set up in Frank's and Percy's room. The two roommates had pushed their bunks together and placed them in one corner of the room, opposite the door. This left plenty of mattress surface for playing, and Ryan could get in just about any position he wanted for being fucked. Also, if others wanted to get on the bed and make Ryan eat their cocks or lick out their asses, there was room enough for that, too. By positioning the bed opposite the door, there was plenty of room for a dozen or so spectators to gather around and wait their turn for a fuck.

"Here it is," Frank said. "Hope you like it. Um...how do you want to start out?"

Ryan crawled slowly onto the bed, then rolled onto his naked butt in a sitting position. bouncing once or twice briefly to test the makeshift king-sized fuckpad's comfort and durability. It wasn't the same pleasure as getting fucked in his sling at home, he decided, but it would have to do. Once he was sure, he grabbed one of the many pillows that his hosts had placed nearby, and leaned back on it. He tested raising his legs up, exposing his hole. This got a soft, admiring whistle from Joe.

"Like this," Ryan said through the mask. "I want to start in this position."

At the sight of Ryan's exposed hole, Frank instinctively moved forward and knelt on the foot of the double mattress. He reached between Ryan's sexy legs, spreading them and lowering his face onto the delicious pucker. His tongue entered Ryan, and both boys heard a soft moan from behind the black mask. Frank lapped at the waiting pussy, which was relaxed and wet and ready for the invasion of many, many cocks.

"I taste some cum down here," he said to Ryan.

"Yeah. A couple of dudes fucked me already this morning," Ryan said, then exhaled deeply and yielded to the hot tongue-job that was preparing his hungry ass. "Nice big dicks, too. They stretched me open nice and wide, so I should be ready for everything you and your horny jock pals have planned!"

Frank resumed eating Ryan's hole, while Joe just stood in the doorway, marveling at the scene. Joe stroked his cock, admiring the way Ryan looked, splayed on the huge mattress and eagerly waiting to be penetrated by dozens and dozens of randy young studs. He also admired the sight of Frank's compact frame as it crouched at the pussy-boy's opening, drinking the fresh cum that had been sprayed there recently by well-hung men they didn't know.

"Fuck, dudes! This is totally awesome!" came a cry from the doorway, behind Joe. Steiner was back, with four other well-built young men from his team, all of whom lived on the floor. Down the hall, the sounds of doors opening and slamming shut and the murmur of far-off voices gave a premonition of the sexual reality of what was about to take place in this room over the next several hours.

From his position on the bed, Ryan took this all in, slipping into a dream-like state with the awareness that his ass, that most precious and desirable of commodities, was about to be used yet again--used, in a way it had never been used before: repeatedly, voraciously, anonymously, by a wild pack of strapping, virile and endlessly horny young college jocks. The hot tongue-job his hole was receiving was only the precursor of everything else that was to come. He was going to make a total whore of himself, offering his ass for these young hunks, all ages 18-22, to use for their pleasure, as many times as they wanted.

He twisted his head to look at a tiny alarm clock sitting on a high shelf across the room. It was 11:10. He didn't know how long he'd be here, but he was glad he had cancelled all of his obligations for the rest of the day. Brady had stopped by and fucked him that morning, then shown him some paperwork before leaving to catch a plane to Salt Lake City. Ryan's next location appearance wasn't until late tomorrow afternoon. If they wanted to, he realized suddenly, these studs could fuck him all night and into tomorrow morning. But was he really ready for that? Could his insatiable ass really take that much cock and cum?

As the tongue in his ass was replaced with a fat, urgent cock-head, and Ryan turned his gaze back to the space between his elevated legs to see a smirking toe-headed football jock snaking his fat dick into Ryan's hole, he said to himself with a sense of abandon: I guess, one way or another, I'll just have to find out.

Percy didn't return with the groceries until 12:15. He had no idea Ryan was going to arrive early. When he got to their floor, he was greeted by the most chaotic, unexpected sight he could have fathomed: guys half-naked or fully naked everywhere, some standing in the hallway drinking beers, some talking, some just jerking off. At the door to their suite, about two-thirds of the way down the hall, a mass of male bodies was spilling out, and sounds of a sexual ruckus echoed through the hall. Someone--obviously Ryan--was moaning in loud, sharp yelps, presumably in the same rhythm that was being powerfully fucked. Surrounding this noise was a steady cheering of several guys, with some eager shouts interjected:

"Do it, man! Drill that pussy's hole!"

"Yeah, fuck him, man! This fuckin' whore is totally getting off on your cock!"

"Shit, fuck him harder! Look at how much he loves it!"

"Fuck, I don't believe it! This little fuckin' slut just wants more!"

When Percy arrived at the entrance to the suite, he had to shove a few guys out of the way just to make his way inside. Finally someone noticed his arrival: "Hey, we got some food and beers here!" --and only then did his fellow jocks make some room for him to enter and set everything down.

As he was getting the items out of his grocery bags, he peered over the shoulders of the huddle that was gathered around the bed. He saw why everyone was cheering: Tyson Brickman, one of the most beautiful, well-built and well-hung guys from the varsity football team, was taking his turn. His deep black skin and toned muscles were shining with sweat, and he was railing a truly energetic fuck into Ryan. Every thrust was a deep stab into Ryan's helpless ass, punctuated by a deep grunt from Tyson, who then pulled back and then pistoned in again, each stroke seemingly even harder than the one before. Ryan laid on his back on the bed wearing the mask and simply whimpered as he flopped about under the hot stud's raging fuck.

Frank appeared next to Percy, wearing only his underwear. "Hey man. Glad you could make it."

"Jesus, he's really banging him hard," Percy said, still watching the hot sex in the nearby room. Ryan, in his leather mask, looked even sexier than Percy could have imagined. "So, when did all the fun get started?"

"About an hour ago." Frank rummaged through one of the bags of groceries his roommate had set down, and opened a bag of chips. "Ryan showed up, and once these beasts sniffed fresh meat, there was no stopping them. I think Tyson's, like, about the tenth guy to fuck him by now."

Percy turned back to Frank, concerned. "Did anyone see who he was? Ryan, I mean?"

"Nope. Just Joe. After that, we helped him put on the mask."

Rafe Childs, a sexy, sinewy hockey player, approached the pair. "Dudes, this is a fuckin' awesome party idea. We owe you big-time for this one, man." He reached out and squeezed Frank's hard-on, visible through his white cotton briefs.

"No problem," Frank said. "Enjoy yourself, man. Believe, there's plenty of this boy to go around."

"Did you fuck him yet?" Percy asked Rafe.

"Nah, not yet," Rafe said. "But all three of my suite mates just went, and they all said he's got the tightest, wettest, hungriest cunt they've ever screwed in their lives."

"Fuckin' right he is," another soccer stud named Judd chimed in from nearby. "Shit, my last ten girlfriends combined could never get a load outa me like the one I just shot into this bitch."

His buddy, Cal, a tall dark-haired Jewish stud who was still fully dressed, spoke up. "It's like he's fuckin' depraved. I haven't gone yet, but I've been watching the whole time, and it seems like the more cocks he gets, the more he wants. Where did you find this kid?"

"I met him when I was running through a park nearby, a few months back," Percy said. "I passed him a couple times, and then after I stopped for a break he just walked over and said he wanted to blow me. I fucked his face in some bushes nearby, and then before I knew it, he had his shorts off and was backing up his ass onto my dick. I fucked him right there, and his ass was so sweet, after I dropped my load I brought him back up here and went at him all over again."

Frank grabbed a beer and opened it. "It was fuckin' great. I watched it." He sipped the beer and put an arm around his roommate and fuck-buddy. "I was a little jealous, 'cos I usually only like to think about Percy's big cock going in and out of my ass, not anybody else's. But this kid was so hot, Percy brought him back, and we had some other friends over. We all fucked him, and he was still begging for more."

At the recounting of this tale, Rafe put his hand back onto Frank's bulging underwear and continued to stroke his veiled hard-on. "So, speaking of big cocks going in and out of your ass..." Rafe ventured. "Is your hole open for business today as well? Or is this only a one-man gang-bang?"

Frank looked at Percy. "Well...our friend in the other room was supposed to be the center of attention, but the truth is, I think there's more guys here than he can take at one time...so if nobody minds, maybe I'll take on one or two of you in the other room?"

Percy laughed at his roommate's wanton bottom-lust. "Christ, Frankie, you need it as bad as our guest bitch over there, don'tcha," he taunted the short Italian stud. "Go ahead, do what you need to. Just make sure all of you get to fuck our friend Ryan at least once." Rafe and Frank started toward the suite's empty second bedroom, followed by Judd and Cal, close on their tail.

Percy called after them, and to the others in the room: "And after you fuck him, don't forget to put a check mark next to your name! We want to know how many loads this bitch took, and who shot them in him!"

1 o'clock.

Percy is smiling down at Ryan, and pulling out his enormous, deflated cock from Ryan's jizz-soaked hole. "Thanks buddy," he says softly, winking at his celebrity friend. Several guys who had watched Percy take his turn all slap his back in congratulations, thanking him again for setting up such an awesome party.

Ryan doesn't know how many cocks he's taken so far. He quit counting around seventeen or eighteen. And that was probably a half-hour or so ago. These hot young bucks shoot so much cum, and so often, that he's probably had his hole completely filled by the loads of seven more since that time. So, all in all, twenty-five loads of hot male love juice swimming inside his pussy. And the day is still young!

At regular intervals, Joe or Percy is checking in with Ryan to make sure he's OK. At one point Joe brought him a glass of water, which was tricky to drink through his mask, but which felt refreshing after all of the exhausting fucks he'd taken. He sat up to drink the water, resting for probably a minute or two. Then, it was back on his back, legs hoisted high, as the next pair of strong hands gripped his ankles, and the next tube of pure jockmeat plugged into his sperm-filled chute.

2:15.

It's Randy's turn, a burly goodlooking linebacker: 6'-4", 210. He's been waiting patiently over an hour, ever since he and the rest of the guys from his floor arrived to take turns breeding this bitch's hot ready hole.

Randy can't believe how hot this is. This fucker's asshole is just slurping his big bone right down to the root. It's as hot and as tight as any girl's cunt he's every fucked. Fags are always better at taking dick, he thinks to himself. Especially hot, pretty fags like this one. They know how goodlooking they are, and how hot and beautiful an ass they've got. They just wanna get it fucked all day and all night long.

As he jams his fat log relentlessly in and out of the male whore, Randy thinks about all of the recent times he's shoved his dick into a dude's hot, brown hole. There was that towel boy slut from the locker room, the freshman kid who only took that job because he lived for big jock dicks slamming in and out of him at both ends. There was those two skater kids that he and his buddy had met out on the quad, and taken up to Randy's dorm room for a hot round-robin double-fuck. There was the cute drunk dude at the frat party who passed-out with him in one of the bunk rooms and then woke him up by blowing and riding his hot dick. There was his little sister's ex-boyfriend, Jamie, a hot sophomore he saw around campus frequently and who he'd always figured to be the type to swing on dicks. After Randy fucked him the first time, the kid confessed he'd only ever dated Randy's sister so that he could get a shot at getting his ass plowed by Randy's big cock. Jamie was a hot, studly little kid, well-built, butch, like Randy himself, but once he got Randy's cock inside him, he turned into a real bitch, lying back and wailing for more and more cock as Randy filled him, and holding onto the hard globes of Randy's glutes and kissing him, pulling him deeper inside. They now saw each other fairly frequently, like every other week-end or so. Sometimes more often than that.

Jamie still always had a girlfriend, and for that matter Randy did too, although the girl playing that role tended to change every six weeks or so. Lately, when he was fucking his current girl, he'd caught himself flashing back to all the fag's holes he'd done. Fortunately, his current girl liked it in the ass, as well. So, more often than not, Randy would fuck her on her knees, and then half-way through he'd pull out of her pussy and stick his huge rod right into her ass, deep-dicking her that way while she screamed with pleasure, and reminiscing about the hot gay dudes who'd taken his cock in the same position.

Seeing this stud in the mask, totally spread-eagle and hungrily humping his fat knob, brought Randy closer and closer to the edge. The bitch was moaning now, and saying shit like "Fuck me, stud" and "Give it to me daddy" over and over. Randy knew the whore was probably getting off on having a handsome college jock rail in and out of him, getting ready to spray his hole. Not to mention a whole roomful.

Soon, he crossed the line of no return. As the first salvo of hot jizz exploded out of his dick into the bitch's ass, Randy heard a voice bellow: "Fuck yes Jamie! I love you, baby! Take my fuckin' cum!" Then he realized it was his voice, and that his buddies had probably heard him. He wondered also whether he had yelled these very words during his orgasms before. And for a few seconds at least, he didn't even care.

2:50

Ryan hadn't looked at the clock across the room in over an hour. Since then, multiple loads had been fired up his ass, each one more slimy and forceful and welcome and needed than the ones before it. He felt like an absolute well of jism. He needed someone to come and lick all those fresh loads out of him. Where was Brady at a moment like this? Out of town, alas. He would be plenty sorry he missed this experience today.

The cock that was currently drilling him wasn't very long, probably only six or seven inches or so. No matter; Ryan could use a break from all of the deep penetration his talented ass had been receiving and would continue to receive all day. Besides, the boy fucking him was startlingly beautiful, and he seemed very experienced. He smiled gently as he pushed in and out of Ryan's hole, and his soft hands clutched Ryan's strong thighs in a way that felt very assured and passionate. His name was Craig; Ryan had heard one of the other boys utter it when encouraging this beauty to take his turn.

"Yes..." Ryan moaned. "Fuck me, Craig. Give me your cock and your load, good and deep."

Ryan wasn't sure how clearly Craig could hear him through the mask. It didn't matter. Ryan was in his own world, a pure heaven of sexual fulfillment and gratification. A seemingly endless supply of jocks, cocks, and delicious boy-juice were all on tap for his consumption. He was yielding his hot, moist boy-cunt for all to enjoy, to stick their throbbing bones into and breed with their hot jock babies. By the end of the day, he would have more jock sauce pouring out of his anal cum tube than had even been shot there before in a single day...maybe even a single week. The knowledge of this was, to him, both heavenly and addicting.

Percy appeared at Ryan's bedside as Craig continued his slow, deep banging. "Everything cool?" he whispered to Ryan. Ryan just groaned and nodded. "Good. Just so you know, Frank's getting boned in the other room, but we made a rule that he can only take guys who've fucked you already."

"Ahh-hh-h..." Ryan wailed, suddenly enthusiastic. Craig had grabbed his cock and was slowly squeezing and stroking it as he drove into Ryan with his fuck. "Do it! Oh Christ yes..." Ryan was almost crying.

A long stream of cum fired out of Ryan's cock and hit both Percy and Ryan directly in the face. In Ryan's case, he heard the hot jism slap the leather mask, and some of it ran down into the mouth hole so he could taste it. Moments later, Ryan felt Percy licking the mask, and then Percy's lips met Ryan's at the opening, kissing him soulfully as they shared the essence of Ryan's delicious jizz. A moment later, turned on by this uninhibited make-out scene, Craig splattered his own semen deep inside Ryan's juice-filled guts.

3:25

Ivan, sweat mopping his dark features, railed mercilessly in and out of the boy-cunt underneath him, encouraged by the velvety grip of the slut's ass tunnel on his thick, veiny dick and driven by the human urge to spill his seed. The leather mask was a nice touch. He never wanted to see the faces of the whores he banged with his mighty cock, anyway. He simply wanted to hear them moan and scream as he forced himself into their cunts and asses, to hear them yield to him ecstatically as he vanquished their cummy orifices with his ever-turgid ten-inch cock.

It was the middle of a group fuck from several buddies who were all members of the UCLA varsity soccer team. His friend Paolo and Johnny had gone before him, and nearby, Greg and Kris were waiting their turn. The five of them frequently joined forces to use some worthless slut's hungry hole with their big cocks. Often it was a girl who admired them from the stands during a game--some big-titted blonde with a thing for soccer players and domination--but more and more frequently lately, it was a boy from around campus who had a similar worship of their hot jock bodies and crazed, virile, urgent, masculine lust.

In fact, other than banging his girlfriend on the week-ends and occasionally other drunk sluts at frat parties during the week, it seemed most of the action Ivan was getting lately was from willing, hot young boys, and he was usually in the company of some or all of his four teammates at the time. Frank, their host that day, was a frequent recipient of their hard dicks and copious jock juices; but, as good as Frank's ass was, he wasn't usually up for the hardcore shit these soccer stallions were into. No, Ivan preferred some of the slender, skinnier freshmen they'd been meeting recently, pretty and submissive types who would show up at his dorm room and strip instantly and wordlessly, then let one of the teammates (usually Paolo) shackle his wrists and push him onto the bed, blindfold him, and begin feeding and breeding him with good, hard dick.

Paolo now stood behind Ivan, placing both of his broad hands on Ivan's ass-cheeks, feeling the power of his athletic friend as he jammed powerfully in and out of the mystery bottom's gaping cunt.

"Fuck, he's a great pussy-boy, ain't he, man," Paolo muttered.

In response, Ivan, not breaking his fuck-stride, reached out and slapped Ryan hard across his leather-clad face. "He's even lower than a pussy-boy," Ivan roared. "Any cunt who can take this may cocks and love it this much is a fuckin' worthless whore!"

"Fuckin' right," Kris agreed, standing nearby and jerking off with his hands dug deep into his soccer shorts.

"Yeah, fuck him good and hard, Ivan buddy," added Greg, who was doing the same thing as Kris. "He's a fuckin' worthless cum-hole who just needs more and more dick."

"Yeah?" Ivan yelled, picking up the frenzy of his fuck even harder. "Is that what you are, bitch? Are you a fuckin' slave for all our cocks?" He reached down and slapped Ryan again, this time from the other direction. Ryan, lost in ecstasy, could only groan. "Answer me, bitch! I wanna hear you say it! Say, 'I am a fuckin' worthless male cunt-hole. I live only for getting my ass filled with cum from hot men's juicy dicks.' Say it!"

Ryan tried to form words, but his moans were unintelligible, especially through the mask. For the next several minutes, however, as Ivan sprayed his soccer jizz into him and his horse-hung buddy Kris got into position as his replacement, the words echoed around in Ryan's mind as an affirmation:

I am a fuckin' worthless male cunt-hole. I live only for getting my ass filled with cum from hot men's juicy dicks.

4:35

Ryan was in a state of non-stop sexual euphoria. The five soccer studs had just recently finished with him and moved on. After Kris and Greg fucked him and came in his asshole, Paolo and Ivan got greedy, and decided to take their turns again. Not that Ryan was complaining. These guys fucked like demons. His throat was hoarse from moaning, grunting, pleading and begging for more cock from them, more hot jock-loads, and telling them over and over that he was their pussy-boy, a submissive sexual slave for them to do with whatever their horny young hearts desired. He begged all of them to use him, to bang his ass harder, to do whatever they wanted with him to get off. He didn't even mind that they continually slapped him around.

On top of him currently was a tall, handsome boy-next-door type, who like many of the studs in attendance appeared shy and cordial at first, but then once Ryan's hole sucked his cock inside, thereupon turned into a horny depraved stud, eager to fuck the hell out of Ryan's hot boy-butt and slather his own load of warm baby-sauce on top of all those other loads already piled high inside Ryan's ass.

He was vaguely aware of another young man getting partially onto the bed on his right side, and a moment later he felt a hard cock slapping against the right cheek of his leather mask. He groggily looked over to see Frank, his hairy Italian frame covered in sweat and cum, and his raging Italian sausage at full-mast, awaiting attention. Frank was looking down at him with a tired but playful smile.

"I'm all fucked out," Frank announced to his fellow bottom. "I took sloppy seconds from about thirty of your top-studs, and I've got all their loads leaking out right now. I thought if you could manage it through your mask, you might want to try some of the sperm you've been getting in your own ass all day. Want it?"

Ryan gurgled with anticipation, then nodded enthusiastically through his mask. As the former homecoming king with the star-quarterback good looks continued to pitch his big log in and out of Ryan's male pussy, Frank climbed onto the bed and squatted over Ryan's face. Ryan's gentle hands weakly grabbed Frank's hard thighs and pulled him down, and as soon as Frank felt the cold leather against the innermost part of his ass-cheeks, he unclenched his sphincter slightly, and the flood of hot loads shot inside there poured forth.

Frank felt Ryan's hungry tongue through the mask's opening and began riding it like a bronco, piercing his tender hole on it as the cum cascaded around it on all sides, some of it slipping under the mask into Ryan's sucking mouth, the rest of it running down the sides of the mask and forming tangy strands as Frank's butt continued to ride against it, up and down.

The Ken-doll banging Ryan, who was hugely turned-on by what he was witnessing, started feeling his orgasm rise, and on a whim, grabbed Frank by the neck and pulled them face-to-face for a hot, deep male kiss. Frank yielded to the kiss immediately, savoring the jock's fresh breath and powerful tongue, in glorious contrast to Ryan's tongue underneath him, cleaning all the jism out of his well-used hole.

6:10

Rafe Childs had a secret. He was jealous of Ryan. His three suitemates had been among the first to fuck this party-slut that day, but when they asked Rafe to join them, he begged off, feeling indecisive, and they knew why. It had been those same three boys who had introduced him to boy-fucking the year before, and to this day, he took all their cocks inside him every week-end without fail, and quite often on and off during the week as well. Rafe was a total bottom, just like this slut they were all fucking. But other than his three suitemates, he'd never told a soul.

He didn't date girls very often, much to the dismay of the ones who pursued them. He was one of the sexiest hockey players on the team, and although his frame was slight and angular, he carried his muscles well and looked fantastic in shorts and shirtless when he biked around campus or played football on the quad. He had the perfect ass for someone of his stature: he was thin, with strong legs, and his butt made the perfect bubble where it stuck out from whatever jeans or pants or shorts he was wearing. In addition, he had a broad chest and handsome features. Girls drooled over him, but they never held his interest for long.

He gradually became aware of the reason why. Ever since the first time his one teammate, Scotty, had fucked him after a night of drinking following a successful game, Rafe understood that his sexual calling was to be an eager recipient of men's hard cocks. He also knew he was in love with Scotty, and he struggled with this realization, because Scotty showed no signs of returning his affection, even though he fucked Rafe often, and compared to Jed and Bradley (their teammates, suite mates and sex-mates) Scotty was tender with Rafe, and even kissed him. Still, outside their sexual encounters, the two never addressed the subject of sex or love. Today was the first time Rafe had ever been near other men in a sexual manner.

Which is why, with this beautiful masked bottom splayed beneath him and ready to receive his cock, Rafe felt at odds with the situation. Why couldn't it be Rafe, on his back, whoring his hungry hole for all these men's dicks? If he couldn't have Scotty, why didn't he make up for it by being the wanton male slut that was his calling? He dreamed of hard cocks inside him day and night. He had no one he could talk to about it, but his suitemates all knew it intuitively. They were perpetually horny jocks, and Rafe had proven himself as a willing repository for their sperm-loads anytime, whenever they wanted. Why couldn't Rafe get beyond their private four-way encounters and begin sharing his ass and his sex and his life with other men? What was holding him back?

Despite his misgivings, Rafe realized his cock was pulsing and dripping, ready and rock-hard. Likewise, the bottom's hole, visible between his sexy spread legs, was winking impatiently at him, ready to receive his cock. Oh well, I'll figure this all out later, he decided, and with a single miraculous thrust, he plunged into Ryan's hole and commenced fucking this beautiful insatiable stud in all the ways he knew he loved to be fucked himself.

7:15

By this late hour, the group had finally dwindled to only a dozen guys or so.

Percy studied the chart on the wall and reported that no fewer than 117 studs had visited their sex party so far that day. The tally of hatch marks indicated that all of these young men had cum at least once in Ryan's asshole; 37 had cum twice; 11 had cum three times; and 2 amazing virile stallions (including Steiner from their floor and Adam, a cocky frat stud from the cross-country team who lived on the floor above them) had cum a whopping four loads each into our bottom-hero. In addition to these numbers, an additional column added by Percy to track the business in the other room nearby indicated that 33 boys came inside Frank's hole, and five of those came twice. In total, Ryan got 167 loads of jizz pumped into him, while Frank's grateful back-up ass got 38 loads. And the party was not yet over!

The boys got hungry and ordered pizza. The pies arrived just as load #168 went flying into Ryan's sperm-guzzling fuck tube. The delivery boy was a handsome, lanky stud of about 25, and after much cajoling from the naked jocks, he relented to dropping his trousers and sliding an impressive nine-inch hard-on into Ryan's cummy twat, jamming it full of a quick five-minute load before zipping up and departing.

At this point, Ryan was feeling malnourished himself, and he sat up to take a short break and get some food. All in all, he had only sat up probably a half-dozen times since the onslaught of hard cocks started some eight hours earlier. At couple points, to give his back a break, he rolled onto his knees to take more fucks, relaxing into that position until his hole was filled with several loads. Then it was onto his back again, legs raised, ready for more. All of these studs were so horny and so virile that none of them fucked him for more than a few minutes before cumming. As it was, his hole was never empty, because as soon as one stud let his jism fly, another hard-dicked jock was waiting behind him, ready to take his place.

Ryan's mask was also now off. After Frank deposited the cum from his ass into Ryan's face through the leather, Ryan savored the smell and the stickiness for a while, but after several more fucks he found it growing too warm and difficult for him to breathe. He figure with the crowd now reduced to only these dozen studs, the secret of his identity was OK to share. Truthfully, when the mask came off, only one or two of the guys who hadn't known Ryan's identity even recognized who he was. The others didn't seem to care. They glanced at the cute blond stud who had taken so many cocks and loads throughout the day, and then went back to using his face and ass for the cum-sucking holes as which they were intended.

As the boys chewed on their pizza, one of the remaining studs who hadn't cum yet indicated he was close enough to blow his wad any second. Ryan, pizza slice and beer in hand, immediately stood up and crossed to the location where the stud in question sat on the dorm room floor, and sat directly down on his dick. As he brazenly rode the jock's dick to orgasm, he swigged the beer and took a few bites of his dinner. The jock shot so much cum in Ryan that a gusher of it, mixed with all the cum up there already, frothed out and covered the jock's pubic bush and upper thighs.

When he was done, Ryan finished his pizza slice, drank the last of his beer, and dismounted the shrinking cock. He then got back onto the bed again, this time on his knees, his open, cum-filled ass facing the rest of the boys in the room. He peeked back around at all of them and smiled a sexy invitation.

"Before we get started again," he purred, "who wants some dessert?"

Three guys immediately moved forward: Frank, a short wrestler stud named Gary, and Dean, a handsome football tight-end with a military-looking buzz-cut. All three hunkered down behind Ryan's dripping ass and took turns pushing their faces inside to eat and drink all the beautiful loads contained there. Frank went first, lapping and wiggling and slurping for all he was worth, then pulling his face back, out-of-breath, his cheeks and eyelashes covered in the thick milk of men. Dean was next, licking up and down on Ryan's slit to catch all of the hot juices that oozed forth. Finally, Gary took his turn, hungrily guzzling cum out of Ryan's widened sperm tunnel as fast and furiously as he was able.

After several minutes of serving up his ass as a meal, Ryan was longing to be filled again. "Alright fuckers," he growled, newly recharged with sexual energy. "I'm ready for more dick now. Show me what you've got."

One by one, the twelve studs stood up, jerked on their cocks, and started forming a line.

9:30

The room was almost empty. Each of the twelve had fucked Ryan's ass twice, including Frank and Percy, who had already shot loads there that day. Now, it was just the four of them: Joe, who had left earlier but returned; Percy, who had played the perfect host all afternoon and evening; Frank, whose own sore ass was testament to the party's overwhelming success; and Ryan, who even after so many cocks and 182 loads shot into his hole, was ready for more.

"Shit man, I can't believe you still need more cock," Joe said, amazed.

"Fuck yeah," Ryan said, breathing heavily as he snuggled between Percy and Frank on the huge bed. "I've still got more energy, and I love cock...so why not see how many more I can take?"

Frank looked at his fellow bottom-boy and smiled. "Well, there are a few Internet chat rooms I know about where we might find some more able-bodied stud-boys to help us out..."

To be continued...

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My other stories are "Buttsex Junkie" in Bisexual/Beginnings and "Cup of Joe" in Gay/Authoritarian.