The Cum of the Alphas-4
by
Swallows It All
Disclaimer: This story not even remotely related to any person, place or thing living or dead. It is suitable for adults only. No minors allowed. This is fictional story about an alpha male and his friends using his sub roommate. If you are not interested in this type of material, kindly use the back button for its intended purpose. If this is not the case, please enjoy the beginning of an awesome story of guys getting orally serviced, on demand. Feel free to use the story but ensure that you give credit where credit is due. In other words, don't take my stuff.
Recap:
With no words, he backed away and grabbed his shorts to put them on. He grabbed me by the hair and pushed me away from his bed as he got in. He put on his headphones and rested on his side facing away from me.
I crawled to my bed and got in. I guess this was his way of allowing me to jerk off so he wouldn't see it or hear it. I seized the opportunity. Soon I was shooting a huge load of cum that too irresistible not to taste. Hmmm...my cum tasted so good.
Pretty soon, I was fast asleep. I wonder what tomorrow would bring.
Part 4
I was awakened to Justin crawling into my bed and straddling my face.
"Wake up, fag, and open your mouth." He said.
Still half asleep, I opened my mouth as ordered.
As I did, it was flooded with a stream of piss. I had learned the day before to wrap my lips around the dickhead to swallow. I didn't need my bed to be full of piss. When I did this to Justin, he leaned forward pushing more of his dick in my mouth. I was gagging with the stream hitting the back of my throat. Justin started moaning louder and pushing himself in and out; making me suck his dick as he pissed.
Once his finished, he kept thrusting; leading right into the blowjob. He put one arm up against the wall for balance and grabbed my head with the other, forcing my mouth further down onto his cock.
Pretty soon, he was giving me his morning load. Just as big as the one last night.
"So fucking tight." He said as we climbed off of me and headed to the shower. I stayed there for a while and listened to the water as Justin took his shower. I eventually got up to make my smoothie before my morning run. Justin came out of the shower and saw me holding my smoothie.
"I won't be cumming in those anymore...just your mouth from now on." He said.
That was okay with me. Wasn't like I had much of a choice anyway. I went out to run so I could get back and shower before class.
Soon enough, class was over and I was heading back to the dorm to chill out for a while before I had to report the athletic complex. Shea caught up to me while I was walking.
"Hey, how's it going?" he asked.
"Fine. You? You seemed pretty upset last night." I replied.
"Don't worry about that. I just got freaked out, that's all." He said.
"Okay."
"It's just that your throat felt so good on my dick. I never had a blowjob like that before." He said as we continued to walk. "Where are you headed?" he asked.
"Back to my dorm. I have a few hours before I have to go to work." I replied.
"Good. I need you to suck my dick again." He said.
My dick started to get hard. I couldn't wait to get back to the dorm room.
Once there, Shea wasted no time. He threw me on the bed.
"Turn around and hang your head off the edge." He said as he pulled his shorts down just enough to reveal his hardening dick.
I repositioned as ordered as Shea crouched in front of me and pushed his dick in straight down my throat.
"Oh yeah. I love this. So fucking tight." He said as he thrust in and out.
Took him no time to shoot his load. He collapsed on top of me as his dick softened in my mouth. I kept sucking until he pulled out. No words. He just pulled up his shorts and left.
I sat up and wiped the saliva from my face. Might as well do some studying.
A few hours later, it was time for me go to the gym and get to work. There wasn't much in the locker room to do at the moment, so I headed over to the gym.
Mylo was at the front desk again. His eyes seemed to light up when he saw me.
"Josh! You ass licking faggot, how are you?" he said as he jumped up. He had already motioned for the trainer to come take his place and man the desk.
"I'm fine, Mylo. You?" I replied.
"Better now! Come with me. Let's see about getting you a bonus." He laughed as he started down the hall.
We made it to his office and I immediately dropped to my knees and began to undo his pants.
"Yeah, you know what to do." He remarked.
I got his dick in my mouth and went to town to get him hard and inside my throat.
I could feel his hands roaming all over the place. Under my shirt, through my hair and all over my chest. Soon, he went lower and was exploring the crack of my ass. He spit on his finger and found my asshole. It felt so good to have someone touching me and feeling me up as I sucked his dick.
"Your throat is so tight. I wonder how your asshole matches up." He said.
My asshole twitched around his finger as his dick twitched between my lips.
"Seems like you would enjoy that. But I have an idea. If I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to do it my way." He said as he pulled his dick from my lips.
He walked out of the room and soon returned with some rope. I could see there this was going. He tied my hands and feet together then tied them to each other. I couldn't move. He pushed me over onto the couch with my ass in the air. The perfect height for getting fucked. He dropped is pants and spit on ass. He pushed his fingers in. It felt fucking incredible. It reminded me of my dad when he would creep into my room at night and finger fuck me until I had loosened just enough to take his dick with ease.
Mylo removed his fingers and pushed them into my mouth that was against the backrest of the couch.
"Taste your asshole, fag!" he ordered.
I did. Luckily I was clean. Pretty soon, he had me at the right looseness. I could hear him lubing up his dick and jerking it to get it back to full mast. Soon enough, he was knocking at the door.
"Take a deep breath, fag. I'm going in." he laughed.
A few seconds later, he pushed his dick all the way in letting out a long groan as he did.
"Oh yeah. Just as tight as your fucking throat." He sighed.
He began to thrust in and out; hitting my prostate every time. It was driving me insane. I was lost in feeling his dick fill me up and slowly slide back out.
We began to hear voices. Practice was over and the guys were beginning to make their way into locker room. Mylo picked up the pace to hurry up and finish. It was a futile effort though.
Mylo wanted to enjoy my tight ass as long as possible, but it was that same tight ass that edged him closer and closer to cumming every time he pushed in.
Soon enough though, he was filling me up. With his arm tightly wrapped around my waist, he shot his cum deep inside me. He barely finished cumming before he pulled his pants up.
He rushed out of the office to greet the team that was coming in. It wasn't the wrestling team; it was the football team. A group of burly college dudes that knew how to "give" it to another guy.
"Hey guys!" he shouted.
"Hey, coach." Some of them said. The others just walked past to their lockers.
"I got something for you guys. It's in my office. Nice and neatly wrapped and it is yours for the taking. For those that aren't interested, no worries and no hard feelings. But for those of you that are, enjoy the tightest asshole on campus! Coach-tested" he said as he walked out of the locker room.
I couldn't see anything but I heard guys approach the door.
The lights were off and the guys had to scan to the room to find my ass in the air.
"Who is that? Is that a dude? Hey, guys! There is a naked guy in here hog-tied with his ass in the air!"
That got everyone's attention, it seemed. Pretty soon I was being felt up by the team. Some guys grabbed my head to get a look at who I was.
"Holy shit! It's the new towel boy. John or something, right? What's your name again, fag?" one guy asked.
"Josh." I said. "Josh Smith". I gave my full name in hopes that some of them would look me up later.
"Well, Josh. Looks like the entire college football team is about to buttfuck the shit out of you." He laughed.
With that the onslaught began. Like insects to a flame, guys were putting their fingers in my ass.
"Yeah, guys, this one is fucking tight. Let's get to it!" one of them yelled.
Then, I felt one of the biggest dicks ever slam into my ass. Gripping my hips, the guy fucked me mercilessly. It felt fucking great. I didn't know who it was because I still couldn't move but I was loving every second of it.
Pretty soon the guy shot his load and the next guy moved in wasting no time getting his dick balls deep in my ass.
I took load after load. I had time to count them. I was up to 36. 36 loads of cum dripping out of my asshole as the guys kept coming; in more ways than one.
I had; however, lost count of how many times I had cum. All those different size dicks had me feeling all sorts of emotions. Some felt so good that I wanted to cry...others made me want to scream at how good it felt to be getting fucked up the ass.
After I hit 39 loads, I thought it was over. But it wasn't. I heard a few guys say `make way for the quarterback'. I remembered him. He was one of the tallest guys on the team with a smoking hot runner's build. He had the sexiest legs and an ass you would want to use as a pillow.
He didn't say a word. He just slammed his dick in. He was fucking huge and thick. At least 9 and half with huge girth. He relentlessly pounded my ass. The jolts were sending my head into the wall so hard, I thought I would have concussion. He grabbed both my shoulders when he was about to cum. He pushed all the way in while giving me short thrusts as he dumped his cum in a faggot. Then, it was over...again...or so I thought...again. The wrestling team had finished practice and was piling in. Of course they came over to see what was going on.
Justin and his crew were in this group. I didn't know how Justin would take it. The fact that I was getting fucked by the entire football team and was prepping for the wrestling team. I didn't know how many more loads my ass, and this couch, could take. I would soon find out.
"What's going on in here? Who are you guys fucking?" the voice said. I recognized it as Kiley's.
"It's the new towel boy. He's been taking it up the ass all afternoon. Coach Mylo hog-tied him and fucked him on his couch, then he left him for anyone that wants a piece."
"Josh?! Fuck my life. Josh, is that you?"
"Yeah!" I yelled as another footballer was jamming his dick in my ass sending yet another load to flood my guts.
"Hey, guys! Josh is taking it up the ass in here. His asshole is as tight as his throat, but not for long!" Kiley yelled out the door.
He walked around to the other side of me and I could see him undressing. Pretty soon, he was right behind me. He commented on the sight.
"Fuck, there is cum everywhere. Fuck it. I'm getting in on this." He said as he plowed into my ass.
Pretty soon, I heard more voices. The entire Justinian crew and Justin himself. Justin walked around to see my face as Kiley's dickhead continued its quest to find the back of my teeth.
"Wow...what a fag!" Justin said. He turned and walked out.
The guys continued their onslaught. The football team had cleared out and the wrestling team took their place in my ass. Enjoying how tight it was and how it milked out load after load from their dicks.
All good things must come to an end, and this was no different. All the guys had dumped their load and was headed to the shower to clean up and leave.
Pretty soon I was alone. No one untied me. No one could hear me call out for help. Soon enough, Mylo showed up again.
"Fuck, bro, you're still here?" he laughed.
As he approached he saw the huge wet spot right below my asshole.
"You're going to clean that shit up. Getting cum all over my couch. I have parents in here, shit brick!" he yelled.
"Can you untie me first?" I asked.
"Not yet. I need some more of that ass. Married life, remember. I have to get all I can before I go home to the missus." He said.
I could hear his belt being unbuckled and soon he was sliding into my well lubed ass again.
"Ha...still tight. Your ass is fucking magic. How you stayed tight after all those dudes fucked you is amazing. Ugh...yeah. Take my dick." He gasped.
Another load to add to the total.
When he finished, he told me to stay put and he left. A few minutes later, the trainer showed up.
I heard him approach, then stop. It was obvi that he was admiring the sight of my willing ass in the air.
"How's that quest to become a proper faggot going?" he asked.
"I'd say well, considering." I replied.
"So would I." he said as he pushed into my ass. I didn't even hear him undress, but fuck it. I have better things to think about. Like, how good his dick felt in my ass. I wanted him to stay in forever.
But it was short lived. The dicks that feel the best, last the least amount of time.
Soon he left without a word and Mylo came back.
"Good job today, fag. But you didn't clean a fucking thing. I'm going to untie you so you can do your fucking job, you lazy fuck. We give you the pleasure of dick all afternoon, it's the least you can do. But first, lick up all the cum your ungrateful asshole wasted."
After I was untied, I licked up as much as could. When Mylo left, I decided that it was no use. I grabbed the couch pillow and took off the covering to wash it with the towels.
A few hours later and things were neat and in their place. Time to get home. I, and my ass, are fucking beat.
It was difficult walking home with the cum of the alphas in my ass and in my stomach, but I finally made it to the dorm without incident.
The door was unlocked which meant that Justin was in. I stood at the door for a few seconds not sure what to expect when I opened it.
When I finally did, I saw that all the lights were off.
"Justin?"
"You fucking faggot!" was all I heard from Justin as he punched me right in the face. I fell to the floor. He grabbed me by the legs and dragged me in; running back to shut and lock the door before anyone came out to see what happened.
I was in a daze. He must have hit me with all he had.
"I can't believe you let those guys fuck the shit out of you. I mean, come on. The entire football team? What the fuck, bro? What kind of faggot are you? I let you eat my cum, I let you take my dick down your throat...I even let you get off on licking my feet and this is how you repay me?"
I gained enough composure to answer. "I'm sorry Justin. I couldn't help it. It just happened."
I dropped my things and crawled over to him on my hands and knees. I dropped to floor as I reached his feet which were bare.
Justin just stood there as I began to kiss his toes in hopes I could scratch the surface of making this up to him.
"You're not as sorry as you are going to be, faggot!" he yelled.
Justin reached down and grabbed me by the neck; leading me to my bed where he threw me down and ripped off my cum stained shorts.
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