BACK TO OXFORD
As you can imagine it was a bit weird coming back to Oxford after the cruise. Of course I loved Philip; loved being fucked by him; loved eating his cum. It made me happy. But I had to admit that I was going to miss the endless sex, the fucks the piss and the cum I had been having over the last weeks. What was it the man had called me a "fucking little whore bitch boy"? Well he was right, there. Philip pretty well fucked me every day. And I quickly hooked up with Simon and Eric and Jim again. I was getting a lot of sex. Eric's face when I told him about the hundred cum loads was so funny. "Son of a bitch!" was the best he could come up with. "A hundred loads? You jammy bastard!"
"Yep, it doesn't get much better than that."
"Except two hundred," said Eric with a dirty leer. "You could attach a funnel to your mouth and just pour it in." We paused a moment to let that image sink in. Eric fucked me after that to work off the lust of the moment.
I got fucked at least twice a day from Philip or one or other of the guys, but on board ship it had been ten or fifteen, it was the main thing I had been doing every day. The different atmosphere of Oxford, the work and the social life of course made up for a lot but my arse was still feeling empty; I had to get more cock. At the same time I felt a bit guilty, what was wrong with me? Surely Philip and the others aught to be enough? I suppose what I really missed were the gang bangs and the possibility of taking on a whole bunch of guys at once and of course the instant, constant possibility of sex. Whatever time of day or night it was, sex was possible and probable. I talked with Jim. I had been over to his room, we'd sucked dick and of course it being Jim we'd shared some piss. Well, when I say some, it being Jim, it was quite a lot really. He had such an incredible bladder.
"Why do I feel so horny? I think about cock all the time. I even dream of cum. Sometimes the taste just comes into my mouth."
"Mikey, the more we have the more we want. I dream of swimming in a pool of piss. It will get easier I guess as the term goes on, the longing will get less."
"Shit, I hope so. I was even tempted to cruise the loo by the bus station."
"Mikey! Don't even think about it! The police keep an eye on that place all the time. I met a copper last term and he told me to stay away from there."
"A copper? Where did you meet him?"
"I was in Christchurch Meadow reading one afternoon and this really cute guy with great legs jogged past. I saw him looking at me but didn't think much of it. Then ten minutes later he was back. As he passed this time he smiled and squeezed his cock through his shorts. Well if that wasn't a come on I don't know what is. I smiled back. He came over. We went back to my room. He found out what I was in to, and told me he loved to fuck boys, so after he had fed me a good load of piss he fucked me; twice actually. It was great; He told me after that he was with the city police. I've got his number if you want it. "Of course I want it. Let's set up a meeting. What's happening about the Fuck Club this term by the way?"
"Well, Andrew who usually organises it is away in Heidelberg, I think, on some exchange programme. I don't know if anyone else has taken it on."
"Perhaps we could take it on?" I said.
"Blimey, you are desperate! I don't know apart from Andrew, who's got the list of the guys. Simon might know."
"I'll go and see him." It was a Saturday and I wasn't doing anything else so with the taste of Jim's piss and cum still in my mouth I went over the Simon's rooms. I looked up to his window and saw him drawing the curtains closed but we caught each other's eye and he waved me up.
He greeted me at the door wearing only tight thin shorts, his dick prominent down his left thigh.
"Great to see you and you've arrived just at the right time, it's always good to have another slutboy to fuck." (My activities on the cruise were general knowledge among our friends, so slutboy was now my usual name, oh well..). I looked past him as I came into the room. There were three other guys. All of them I recognised form the party, the American with the hairy chest, combat man from the door and another boy whose name I didn't know. "Michael here is the slutboy you all gangbanged at the last Fuck Club party," went on Simon. "And it looks as if you're going to gangbang him again. His arse and mouth are always ready and open. Ain't that right slutboy?"
I just grinned at the others. "Whatever you say fucker," I replied.
"So you're called Michael are you," said combat man, who today was wearing a pale blue shirt and chinos; very different from the way he looked at the Fuck Club party, "The one Simon has been telling us about? On the cruise, right? If all he said is true I'd say your arse was permanently open."
I giggled.
They got up from where they were sitting and came over to me. I was being petted and stroked like a friendly dog. Well, a female dog is a bitch right, and I am certainly friendly. "We were just planning the next Party," said the American, who I now remembered was called Gerry. "I guess you're in?"
"Of course!"
"Good," he went on, "we're up to twenty five including the waiter Simon has told us about."
"Jim told me about two boys from the town, a skin head and his black boyfriend," said Simon, "do you know them?"
"Sure do, we met in Jim's room. They're great and the black boy has a massive dick. Jim likes them because they're crazy about piss too."
"Would they like an invitation too, do you think?"
"I'm sure they would. And I've got some other names to suggest as well." Simon had his hand down the back of my trousers and two fingers gently worked my arse. I relaxed and they slipped inside.
"Your arse feels slick," said Simon and he pulled the fingers out and sucked them. He smiled knowingly. "That's my boy. An arse full of cum already. Philip's?"
"Yeah, he fucked me twice this morning. Once in bed and then again in the shower." Simon slipped his fingers back inside then offered them to the others so they could get a taste too.
"Great, want some more? We've been getting horny thinking about the next party and you're just the kind of willing boy we're looking for." He turned to the others, "Who goes first and arse or mouth."
"I remember now," said Jerry the American. "You were in the tub getting pissed on with Jim. I fucked your mouth and your arse."
"That's me and you fed me a whole stream of hot piss too."
"So I did, so I did."
I ran my hands over the front of Simon's shorts feeling his hard cock and the wet spot where the pre cum was leaking out. I closed my eyes and swallowed. "O shit yes, fuck me. I need your cum in my arse. Fuck me hard. Fuck me really hard. I need your cocks so badly. Fill me up." I was back on the boat and a bitch on heat. It was so easy to get into slut mode. The others gathered even closer, big grins on their faces.
"You've got it Mikey."
I knelt down and pulled the them closer. They pulled down their shorts, and four hard, beautiful cocks were in front of me. I went from one to the other and would have sucked them all off so horny was I but Simon had other ideas. He pulled me up so I was bent over, and at that moment sucking the American's cock. He undid my trousers and I felt him playing with then rimming my cummy arse for a few moments before standing up and slam fucking me. I was used to relaxing my arse completely after the workouts on the boat so even Simon's pretty impressive cock went in like a hot knife through butter. "Oh Mikey, I can never believe how talented your arse is, the best arse in Oxford." I answered by using all my best techniques, squeezing and relaxing, sucking his cock with my arse. I moved my arse around so he hit the spot from different angles. I was determined to give his cock the five star treatment it deserved. (And to give my arse the five star treatment it also deserved of course.) I hadn't forgotten that there were three more to go unless one of them spunked my mouth, which is just what the American then did. A river of sweet watery cum gushed over my tongue and sloshed around my mouth, as always I was reluctant to swallow it before I had savoured its unique special flavour. I rolled my tongue though its silky texture marvelling again at the wonder of cum. Then slowly I let it slide down my throat. Simon was watching and realising I guess from the expression on the American's face that he was cumming he also went over the edge and pushing as far into my arse as he could he filled it with the third load of the day. As he pulled out the space was quickly filled by one of the others I couldn't see which, and didn't give a shit anyway, so long as I was getting fucked. He came quickly horned up by what he had been seeing. And number three took his place. His cock was long, not so thick but very, very long. I remembered it from when I was sucking just a few moments before. He was the boy whose name I didn't know. Long with a big head. I felt the thick ridge in my arse sawing in and out. It felt wonderful and I told him so.
"Like that do you? Like my big cock in your arse? He leaned down and whispered in my ear; "It likes you too, Mikey. Shit your arse is so tight and warm, it is made for fucking.I could fuck this forever."
"I love it. I love the feeling of your cock in all that cum up there squeezing and sliding in that spunk. You like your cock working an arse full of other blokes' cum?"
He just groaned and shot his own cum in the pool already there. I could feel his cock spasming deep inside me and the jerks of his body as he came hard and long.
Combat man was the last. I remembered his cock from the party. But before fucking me he squatted down behind me. "There's river of cum coming out of your arse. Would you look at this, guys!" Then he slowly worked my arse with his tongue, sucking up the spunk. He spat some into his hand, then reaching round he fed it to me. He stood up and pushed his cock home. I entered that incredible state you get when you are having great sex; when you are just taken over by the wonderful sensation of complete pleasure.
"I love a slimy loose arse, and I love a willing slut boy who appreciates a good shagging."
I was a bit annoyed that he was telling me my arse was loose; the slimy bit however was cool. So by answer I tightened up, and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. It got a groan from him and almost immediately a fourth injection of spunk in my arse. I was furiously wanking as he fucked me and Simon squatted down to suck the cum out of my cock. Then very carefully we stood up. I could see his tightly closed lips and bulging cheeks, he gave a slight grin with his lips still closed and pulled me into a kiss. He tilted my head back a little and as I expected, he opened his mouth and allowed my cum to slip into my mouth. I love snowballing and swallowed thankfully.
Combat man's cock softened and slipped out of my arse. He hung on my back and I could feel his sweat soaking through my shirt. "O baby, you could kill a boy with that arse of yours."
"Shit, I hope not! I want you to fuck me again! I've got to empty my arse boys or I will spend all day leaking." The boy with the long slim cock obliged by rimming me and getting whatever cum there was still to be had.
I had to go to the loo anyway and as I was standing in front of the bowl the American came in to join me.
"Do you still need to clean your arse out? I might have an idea for that."
"O yeah?" I said, guessing immediately what he might have in mind and hoping I was right.
"Why don't we get in the bath?" I was right. He stripped off and I got to see that chiselled hairy chest again. His cock was half hard again and he stood behind me and gently pushed it into my arse. Then he pulled me hard against his chest and I could feel him relaxing. Almost immediately I felt a flood of warmth deep inside me. He was pissing in my arse. O it felt so good.
"Is there anything slut you won't do? What are my future boundaries going to be?"
I thought for a moment as I felt my arse still filling up and now leaking down our legs. What did I not want to do?
"Shit and fist fucking," I said finally.
He actually laughed out loud as his cock slipped out of my arse followed by a fountain of his piss.