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Student Orientation
Chapter Two
By
MaineBoyXY@aol.com
As I stepped out into the sunlight, I saw that Tom and his friend had resumed their Frisbee playing. They were at the far end of the quad, nearer to the parking lot than where I stood, and the dark-haired guy turned as I made my way out the dorm. He saw my waterlogged clothes and started laughing. My face burned with humiliation, and I looked at the sidewalk as I made my way around the quad to my car. I heard someone jog up behind me and then heard Tom's voice.
"Hey, want a hand with some of that?"
"Fuck off," I retorted. He put his hand on my shoulder and spun me around to face him. His eyes searched my face.
"What?" he asked. "You're pissed off because I gave you a cold shower? You had a fucking rod in your shorts; you needed to be cooled down."
"Fuck you! I didn't need a cold shower, not with my clothes on. I mean, I had just finished sucking you off because I thought you were hot and I thought you were a nice guy. Really, you're just an asshole." I didn't even care that the dark-haired guy could hear me yelling at Tom. I figured Tom had already told him everything to share the laugh. I turned back to the car to grab a box out of the trunk. Tom grabbed my jaw under my chin and turned me back to him.
"What did you do with my cum after I left?" he demanded.
"What?"
"What did you do with the load I dropped in your mouth?" he persisted.
I tried to look down, but Tom's hand held my face up to his. "I swallowed it," I mumbled.
"What did you say?" His eyes burned into mine.
"I swallowed it," I repeated. I don't know why, but a feeling of shame swept over me. I mean, I'd sucked the guy off and he obviously knew that. I guess I didn't want to own up to the fact that even after he'd left, even after he'd humiliated me with the shower, I still downed his load. I should have spat it out and let it wash down the drain, but I didn't. And now I didn't know why.
He smiled the condescending smile he'd given me after his blowjob. "You sucked me off because you were hot for me. I knew you were when you were staring at me walking up the parking lot. I knew you were a cocksucker then, and you passed the test in that bathroom up there, Jeff. You watched me take out my cock and take a leak. Hell, I bet you wanted me to piss on you, too, didn't you? Or did you want to drink it?"
"Fuck you!" I yelled, pushing him off me. He was maybe half a foot taller, but we weighed roughly the same and I knew I was stronger than he was. He stumbled a step backwards, and his friend jogged over. Tom's eyes narrowed. I could take Tom, but not both of them, I realized as they stood in front of me, my back against the bumper of my car.
"You're a cocksucker," Tom began, matter-of-factly. "You wanted me. You were hard as a rock when I took my cock out. I let you go down on me, I didn't force you. And you liked it so much, you deep throated me. All by yourself. All I did was stand there. But here's the biggest thing: after I left, after you were kneeling there in the cold shower, you still sucked my load down your throat. You could have spit it out. Hell, you could have even lied to me and said you spit it out. But you didn't. You swallowed it, and then you told me you swallowed it. And you know what that means."
"What?" I asked, but it was weak. I could feel myself giving in, because I knew what he was going to say, and I knew that he would be right.
"It means you liked it. You liked sucking me off. You even liked the taste, the feel, of my cum in your mouth. You wanted it inside you. You even liked the humiliation of getting soaked in the shower. Fuck, I bet if I let you do it again, you'd blow me right here." He reached down and curled his fingers under his package, making its bulge prominent through his shorts. I didn't want to, I tried not to, but my eyes left his and followed his hand.
"See?" he asked. "You'd do me right here in front of Hayden." I looked up at the dark-haired guy. "Fuck, you'd even do Hayden, if I told you that you had to before I let you get to me." Hayden's lips twisted into a smirk. I found my eyes moving down his body until they fixed on his untucked T-shirt where it hung concealing the crotch of his denim. He wasn't at all bad looking, probably a jock too. Not as hot as Tom, but very doable.
I shook my head. I had done it again, fallen into some kind of trance to Tom's rhythmic voice, his charismatic confidence. "Fuck off," I said, but my voice was empty. Tom was right, and we both -- no, all three of us -- knew it.
"Jeff?" Tom asked softly. I turned my gaze to him. He pointed to my fly and I looked down. The water weighed down the cotton, making the tent from my hard cock even more obvious. I felt his hand on my shoulder as he turned me around to the open trunk.
"Let's get this stuff inside," he continued quietly. "Then maybe I'll be ready to give you another load of cum. Sound good to you?"
"Yes," I whispered, resigned.
"Good boy," he answered, as he reached in to pick up a box.
It only took us about an hour to unload my car, between the three of us. I'd wanted to unpack a towel and some clothes, to dry off and change, but Tom said that could wait. I hadn't thought to argue. When we'd each carried in our last box, we stood in my room amid the stacks.
"You're going to be OK unpacking all this stuff by yourself, aren't you, Jeff?" Tom asked. I nodded and thanked them for helping me bring everything upstairs. "No problem, like I said before, it would have taken you all day by yourself." I watched his hand as he unzipped his fly. "I guess you'd rather use that energy on something else, right?" I nodded again.
"I don't think I'm quite ready yet, though, Jeff," he teased. "I think it will take a few more minutes. But I don't want to disappoint you. Since Hayden hasn't had a blowjob yet today, I'm sure he's ready now." I looked up from Tom's crotch and saw Hayden smirking again.
"Yeah, I wouldn't mind a hot mouth on my dick," Hayden agreed. Tom settled in on the bed opposite the one I'd chosen, sliding his back against the wall. I looked back at Tom, and down at his open fly, then up to Hayden's face. I started to kneel.
"Nah, you don't have to kneel. These floors are hard. Why don't you use the bed? Go ahead and sit down," Hayden directed. I took a step back to the side of the bed and bent my knees to sit when he stopped me. "Hey! You don't want to soak the mattress with those wet clothes. You should probably take them off."
I looked back to Tom, who smiled as my eyes met his. He nodded. I crossed my arms and grabbed my shirttail, then lifted it over my head. Hayden walked over, standing to one side to keep from obstructing Tom's view. "Nice chest," he said. He reached out and traced the lines of my pecs with a fingertip. "I like the hairless look." He pinched one of my nipples, not so hard to hurt, but enough to get my attention and make it stand up as the blood flowed into it. Hayden turned back to Tom and smiled. "Keep going," he reminded me.
I unfastened the button of my shorts, and the weight of the undried water, my keys, and wallet, pulled them quickly to the floor. My wet, white boxers were transparent, and my hard cock pressed up against the fabric. I kept my eyes on Tom as I wrapped my fingers under the waist of the boxers and slid them over my hips. They, too, fell to the floor. Tom's eyes left mine and focused on my now-exposed package, then traveled down my defined legs. They swept back up past my navel, over my abs and chest, until he looked at me in the face again. He smiled his approval, and I felt proud.
"Now sit down," Hayden instructed me. I'd almost forgotten him, but I sat and he moved in front of me. He lifted the front of his shirttail over his head, so that it remained tucked behind his neck. His pecs were covered in fine, black hair, which thinned out to a line on his abs and disappeared under his waist. He reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He looked down at my upturned face, and I reached up and took over. I grabbed the hip pockets and pulled his jeans to his knees. He wore a pair of white briefs, and I took them at the waistband and lowered them as well.
His cock was still soft. It was nestled under an average bush of black hair, and lay on a nicely hung sack, his balls hanging heavily inside. I took in the sight, and then lowered my face to him. I pressed my nose into his pubes beside his shaft and used one hand to lift his cock against my cheek. I felt it begin to harden as I gently rubbed it against my face, and turned to lick under its root. I looked up to Hayden as I began licking sideways along the bottom of his shaft and he was staring intently down at me. At the head, I stuck my tongue its full length out, and turned my head side to side while I licked his knob like candy. He frowned, not displeased but impatient, and took the back of my neck in his hands.
I got the message, and began to slide my mouth over his cock. He pulled me onto him, and I began to gag as the length filled me. "Don't force him," I heard Tom say. "He'll take it all on his own if you let him. He loves sucking cock, just let him warm up." Hayden's cock wasn't as long as Tom's, but it was considerably thicker and it could still reach passed my gag reflex. His grip relaxed and I slid off a bit.
I started to tongue the underside of his head, and after taking a few deep breaths, moved down on his rod, impaling my face on him. His cockhead pressed into my throat. "Oh, fuck!" he moaned. I backed off, took a breath, and repeated. Each time my nose hit his pubic bone, he would thrust his hips up at me, trying to embed himself deeper, but I'd already taken it all. Together, we set up a quick, steady rhythm. About two inches of his cock would retract, and then quickly fuck back in, rubbing his head constantly into my throat and back.
After several minutes, I could sense his orgasm coming by the thickening of his shaft. I pulled off his cock and began rapidly tonguing his tight sack, over and around the firm orbs of his nuts. Only seconds elapsed before he grabbed me by the hair, pulled me up to his cock, and rammed it into me. He pistoned his full length, and I sucked hard against him with each withdrawal. He threw his head back and cried out loudly, every muscle in his chest standing out. He shot his first load, and it filled my mouth. I swallowed quickly, and it was replaced by a second, then a third, and before he was done he'd given me ten spurts. I held the last couple in my mouth, and tongued the underside of the head, around which I'd clamped my lips.
He yelped, as if in pain, and ripped his cock from my mouth. Some of his cum spilled out and onto my chin, but I recovered in time to save most. As Hayden backed away, I became aware that at some point while I'd blown his friend, Tom had gotten up and stood beside us, watching. I looked over at him and his face was inscrutable. "Open," he commanded. I lifted my chin and opened my mouth. Both Tom and Hayden leaned over to see the spunk on my tongue. "Was he good enough to let him swallow it?" Tom asked Hayden.
"Fuck, the best head I've ever had!"
Tom glanced at his friend. "You can't use him again unless I say so."
"Huh?" his friend asked, confused.
"He's mine. You can't use him again unless I say so. Understand?" Tom was looking directly at me. I didn't think his question was for Hayden. I closed my mouth and stared into his eyes. They smoldered. Hayden, lifting his jeans and lowering his shirt, answered in the affirmative, but his tone reflected amazed disbelief. Tom looked away from me and smiled at his friend -- a polite smile, void of sincerity. "I'll catch up with you tonight. Give me a call around dinner time." With the expert arm across Hayden's shoulders, Tom fluidly guided him into the hall and out of sight.
He shut the door and turned back to me, sitting naked on the bed, my mouth full of Hayden's cum. He brushed his blond bangs back with one hand and glared angrily at me. "Spit that out!" he ordered. I didn't think. It was pure reflex -- obeying him -- by now. I just opened my mouth and pushed the spunk inside it out with my tongue. Some hit my chest, but most fell between my legs and splattered on the floor.
With my wide eyes locked onto his, I cringed.
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