The Intellectual Pansexual Peter de Ruthyn
Chapter 5
"That was intense," Taylor said. "But I felt so fucking sexy."
"You look it," Josh agreed. "And trust me, the benefits to your sex life are going to be amazing."
The two boys were leaving their morning yoga class, Taylor's first. Skin-tight tank tops and tights clung to their lean bodies. Taylor had had to borrow a pair from Esteban, which made them look even shorter on his calves than normal, and extremely alluring as a result. Flimsy flip-flops emphasized rather than concealed their feet. Substantial bulges filled the front of their tights, too; both boys would have been erect half the class if it hadn't been for a quick but satisfying sixty-nine right after they'd woken up.
"I can tell. I think I'm going to lay off the weights a bit and focus on yoga and swimming. And maybe some jogging with my roommate, because that's always such an exhibitionistic experience."
"We should go out to Haulover every weekend and run naked on the beach."
"I'm game."
"Not this weekend, though."
"You have plans?"
"I have plans--for you, yes."
"I like this," the swimmer grinned. "Does it also involve nakedness?"
"And kinkiness like you've never experienced."
"Fuck me!"
"Later today," Josh said dismissively. "I'm not going to tell you the details, though."
"I never realized I like taking stuff up my butt so much."
"Even some straight guys like it. You're just purely sexual. Any sexual stimulus plugged into you makes you hard, no matter what it is."
"That's true," Taylor admitted. "But I like it."
Josh's hand caressed his butt. "I like it, too."
They grabbed a quick bite to eat in their eye-catching yoga outfits and headed back to their dorm. Cassie was coming out of the elevator as they entered the lobby.
"Hi, boys! Wow, Taylor, you look incredible!" she exclaimed, devouring him with her stare.
"Thanks!" Taylor felt his cock tighten against his spandex at her obvious interest. "Not too concealing?"
"Hell, no! I can just make out your dickhead. The perfect amount of tease. You look like Steven Dehler. Or Ashley Parker Angel."
"Both very fuckable guys," Josh put in. "Are you trying to tell him he's fuckable?"
"He knows he's fuckable," Cassie said, licking her lips.
"How about we fuck, then?" Taylor said, loving her lack of inhibitions or shyness.
"I'm free this afternoon if you are!" Cassie offered immediately. Her eyes gleamed. "And I can think of a bunch of things I'd like to do with you....if you're feeling adventurous."
"Nothing gets me hotter than a hot girl with an adventurous mind," Taylor said. He picked her up under her arms and kissed her right there. She gasped in delight.
"Yeah, Josh said you were heteroromantic. Yay for me!"
"You're not wearing anything under that dress, are you?"
"I never am." Taylor took a quick glance around. Josh instinctively stepped between them and the line-of-sight of the RA on duty at the desk. The blonde ran one hand up Cassie's thigh, lifting the hem of her dress until her bare pussy was fully on show. He slipped a finger into it, massaging her until he felt her wetness begin to flow, then stuck it in her mouth, where she sucked it willingly.
"Now go to class tasting yourself," Taylor said, and pecked her on the forehead.
"Screw me sideways," Cassie said, shaking her head. "You boys are incredible."
"How's Alexa?" Josh asked.
"She's been playing distant all weekend. She can't avoid me in class today, though. So I'll see what's up with her."
"Good luck with that. If we can get her to loosen up...."
"She'll loosen," Cassie said, flexing her fingers. All three of them burst out laughing.
"She's fun," Taylor said as he and Josh went up in the elevator. "Wait--you have to dildo me today, too."
Josh shrugged. "I can do that this evening." A devious smile appeared on his face. "Actually that would work well. I could use some more time with Esteban. So you go hook up with Cassie and bring her back when you guys are done. I'm sure she and Esteban would like to watch me prepping you to lose your anal virginity."
Taylor slammed his roommate against the wall of the elevator and stripped his tank top off, making out with him. "Why do I feel like I want to fuck your brains out when you talk like that?"
"Because you're a jockwhore," Josh said, kissing him back. "Come on, let's save our energy for all the sex we're going to be having for the rest of the day."
This time, the boys sat next to one another in their first class. Their feet were bare, as usual; neither ever kept his sandals on during class. From time to time, Taylor would place one of his on Josh's, or Josh would do the same, a casual yet intimate gesture marking them as lovers to anyone who was watching.
As they parted, Taylor checked his phone and saw a text from Cassie. "Wear a hot speedo for me this afternoon!" it read. He half-smiled, letting his mind run over his collection. There was one he could think of that exemplified the jock stud, thanks largely to the efforts of a certain athletic Instaboy with whom Cassie would no doubt be familiar. It would drive her wild.
He had another class, then headed off to the pool for a quick swim. Taylor made a point of never wearing his speedo under his clothes unless there was a reason for him to do so. He'd strip fully in the locker room, showing that he was going commando, and then slip slowly into whatever minimal brief he was flaunting that day. After his swim, he reversed the process, staying nude while he dried his speedo and packed it away in his backpack. Today, he relished the discreet stares it got him more than ever before. Guys look, he knew. All the fuss over gay athletes in the locker room wasn't really about looking, because looking was a constant of the gym environment. It was about that fact that the presence of guys who were aware of and unashamed of their sexuality would bring that looking out into the open, make it explicit. And being explicit and honest about their desires was something few American men were comfortable doing. "Not me," Taylor muttered to himself, stuffing his shaved cock back into his boardshorts.
A few minutes later, he met up with Esteban for lunch. The wrestler greeted him with a broad smile, a strong hug--and a kiss full on the lips in the middle of the dining hall.
"People around here are going to lose track of all the girlfriends and boyfriends I'm juggling," Taylor joked as they sat down.
"Or they'll just think you have a lot of casual lovers, which means you're available for casual sex, which means they may volunteer themselves," Esteban suggested. "At least that's what I'm hoping will happen."
"You back on the market now?"
"One hundred percent." Their bare legs cradled each other under the table. "I sat down with my girlfriend--ex-girlfriend--at breakfast and wrapped things up."
"Painful?"
"Awkward. She was getting everything she wanted out of the relationship: occasional sex and the ability to say she had a boyfriend. Someone to take her places and serve as a bulwark against all the guys who would try to fuck her if she was single. So she wasn't happy about that. I had to end up asking her if she thought I should stay in the relationship just for her benefit when my needs weren't being fulfilled. She nearly said yes to that, but realized in time how stupid it sounded. So I'm a free agent again."
"Did she denigrate your needs by dismissing them as just sex?"
"Yep. She doesn't seem to realize that sex is an emotional need as well as a physical one."
"Welcome to the club," Taylor said. "I've never been happier than the past few days. I guess most people would be scared by coming out and jumping headfirst into debauchery, but for me, it's been pure joy."
"Don't get a girlfriend!" Esteban advised, and laughed. "Or the honeymoon won't last!"
"Oh, I want a girlfriend," Taylor said. "She's just got to be as much of a slut as I am. Equal opportunity fuckers."
"Yeah, Josh told me you guys are both against closed relationships. I think you're right."
"College is for learning, right? By the way, are you and Josh getting together this afternoon?"
"He asked me to stop by, yeah." Esteban winked. "Will you be joining us?"
"Oh, he didn't tell you, then."
"Tell me what?"
"I'm going to be bringing Cassie by. And Josh and I will be putting on a show for the two of you."
"Hot!" Esteban exclaimed. His grin widened. "Which means you're meeting up with Cassie first."
"Yep."
"And you're going hand her over to me with your cum leaking out of her pussy."
"Right again."
"Damn." The older boy sighed. "First fresh pussy in six months. I love cock and all, but I need variety in my life. I'm already hard just thinking about her."
Taylor daringly prodded at Esteban's crotch with his foot. "Yeah, I can feel it." The jocks burst out laughing, thereby making an obviously sexual gesture look like a joke or a dare to bystanders. "I guess you prefer going commando. Like we do."
"Totally. The way my shorts work my dick is incredible." Like Josh, Esteban favored tight shirts and shorts, in contrast to Taylor's swimmer-stud casualness. "Not to mention it makes it so much easier to get a quick blowjob."
"Weird question," Taylor said. "Well, weird for anyone else but us. Would you mind if I fucked your ex-girlfriend?"
Esteban's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Go for it!"
"The way I figure it, she's hot, she's going to need sex every so often, and you can tell me what things turn her on the most, so I can play right into her desires and make her beg me to make love to her."
"Fuck. I sure can. And I will. I'm a swinger at heart. You have no idea how many loads I blew in high school fantasizing about a wife who'd be completely flexible in our marriage. Then I moved on to dreaming about poly relationships."
"You came out young, I bet."
"Not really. I was sixteen. It was a good thing it improved my action with the guys, because the girls started staying away from me after that."
"That sucks. Josh and I should keep our eyes open. Recommend any likely prospects to your big cock."
Esteban actually blushed. "You guys are the best."
"I hope you're our RA next year. Speaking of which, I need to run over to the housing office and put in the paperwork for the room change."
"Cool. See you soon." Esteban stood up and gave him another parting kiss, then watched his ass in his boardies as he walked away.
Since all Taylor wanted was a transfer rather than a new assignment, he got it taken care of pretty quickly. He raced back to his new place, showered, and dressed for his date with Cassie. This time he broke out his nice short shorts again and a tight T-shirt. His legs looked magnificent, and for a minute he seriously considered stopping to cum all over them. But he had one more class to endure. After that, satiating him would be Cassie's job.
He got a text from her just as he settled into his seat. It read, "Meet me at the library when you're done." Taylor spent the next fifty minutes leaking into his speedo, enjoying the pressure on his bulge, and the thought of what Cassie was planning to do with it.
She was waiting for him in the lobby, casually dressed now in a spaghetti-strap tank and an extremely small pair of sweat shorts. The image that popped into Taylor's head when he saw her was that of a wide-eyed freshman sorority girl about to head off to her house for a night of slow kissing with her sisters. She was dressed for sex.
"Hi, beautiful," Taylor said, and kissed her right there. After so much action with guys the past two days, he relished the difference, the softness of her lips, the thinness of her figure. "What's up?"
"Your cock," Cassie said, and gripped his bugle, holding her body so that their sexual display was less obvious to the library's patrons. "Yeah, definitely up."
"Okay. How's your clit?"
"In need of your assistance. Let's go." She dragged him away down the corridor, towards a more distant part of the building, then darted sideways into the shelves and stopped, turning to face her lover.
"Fortunately, there's not many people around right now," she said, and casually unzipped Taylor's shorts.
"What if we get caught?" Taylor asked. The expression of eagerness on his face suggested that he didn't much care if they were.
"Why would we? As far as they know, we're just talking about a book. Preferably one that has a bunch of diagrams of sex positions in it, but your choice." She pulled down his speedo and let his erect shaft pop free.
"Definitely one with lots of sex positions. Or pictures of naked Greeks on vases doing it." The swimmer pulled her shorts aside, the same way he'd lifted her dress that morning. His finger teased her slit. "It blows me away how ready you are to get naked in public."
"It turns me on bad. Besides, shouldn't college students have sex on campus?"
"Absolutely." Taylor sighed. His head was wet and flaring and hot, and her fingers danced casually on it. His sensation of exposure, oddly enough, was heightened by his clothing. It focused all his attention--and the attention of any voyeur--on his cock. He'd become a mere background to his sex organ. And he loved it.
His own efforts were beginning to be rewarded. Cassie's pussy grew wetter and wetter from his fingers probing deeper and deeper into it. Taylor began teasing her clit with just the tip of his thumb, brushing it lightly at first, then massaging it gently. He curled his fingers, brushing her G-spot. Cassie's lips flared at that, and she tightened her grip on his prick. She was beginning to pant.
"I bet no one's made you cum yet today," Taylor said.
"If you make me cum I'm going to wet my shorts," Cassie gasped. "And that might draw attention."
"Tough luck. You're so sexy that you need to cum. You deserve it. It's what we're here for. Cum for me like you did when you were fucking my roommate and shoving your feet in his face."
"Oh, shit. Oh, shit...." Cassied moaned, her knees beginning to wobble. "Taylor, I'm going to...."
"Yes, you are. Right here in public. You're so wet for me. I love it." With his free hand, he grabbed his phone and took a picture of Cassie with the library shelves clearly visible behind her and his fingers lodged in her cunt. "And you look great in amateur porn, too."
That did it. Cassie grabbed the shelf and bit her lip, stifling her emotions enough that the only sound that escaped her was a long, groaning sigh. She squirted, staining the floor and soaking Taylor's hand. He pressed back into her, fucking her as deep as some of the smaller cocks she'd taken, half-holding her weight. Kicking a foot free of its sandal, he dipped his toe in the puddle of her girlcum and painted it onto her legs. Half-dazed, her eyes followed his motions greedily.
Taylor fed her cum back into her mouth, offering her his fingers to lick clean. She lapped at them eagerly before kissing the flavor into him in turn.
"I've got to try this," Taylor muttered, and took one step forward. His dick found Cassie's slit and breached it smoothly.
"Fuck. Go slow, big boy," Cassie gasped, letting the jock ease himself inside her. Taylor rolled his hips, moving almost imperceptibly, and made a series of short thrusts into Cassie. He could keep that motion up for a while. It felt superb on his inflamed ridge and cockhead, too. Again he thumbed Cassie's clit. She was trying to avoid crying out again; he'd noticed when Josh had her that she could be extremely vocal with a hard cock inside her pussy.
"Now we've fucked in the library," he winked at her.
"Ahh...." The girl tried to work herself farther onto him. "I want you so bad. I've got to have you all the way."
With one smooth thrust, Taylor bottomed out in her. Cassie sucked in her breath and held it. Very slowly, need and caution fighting one another in her face, she eased back off the swimmer's shaft. "Fuck. I need us to be even more daring. More slutty. Come on."
The third floor was nearly deserted. Taylor would have pulled Cassie back into the stacks, but she stopped him and sat down, looking at her phone.
"What are we waiting for?"
"They've got a rent-a-cop strolling around here every so often. I've timed it out."
"You've timed it out? You've been planning this for a while."
"I come up here every so often and make videos of myself," Cassie said, running a tempting tongue over her pink mouth. Taylor sat down opposite her.
"I can't keep from touching you," he said, and slid his toes under the leg of her shorts. His big toe slipped into her precum-wet folds without hesitation.
"You've learned well," Cassie sighed. She kicked off her sandals and spread her legs to give him better access. "Here, give me your other one."
"Okay," Taylor chuckled. She held up his foot, deliberately removed his remaining flip-flop, and kissed his sole several times. Then she put him aside and pulled her tank top down below her tits. As Taylor toe-fucked her, she began to tease her hard nipples with his sandal.
"You have absolutely no shame," Taylor said in awe.
"No," Cassie said. "I'd love to get into porn if there were a good studio in this country. But it's all so boring."
"Ours won't be."
"You want to?" Her face lit up.
"Do you have any idea how hard I am right now?"
"I hope hard enough to fuck the living shit out of me."
"Nailed it."
"Nail me instead."
"In a minute. Someone's coming," Taylor pointed out, seeing a figure in the distance. He reluctantly took his foot away from her crotch, and she covered herself back up. Both of them were on their phones when the security guard came by, and didn't get a second look from him. As soon as he disappeared, the two teens bolted for the shelves, Cassie in the lead.
"We've got about fifteen minutes," she panted, darting into a remote section. "Stop here." With the ease of practice, she propped her phone on a shelf and hit the timer. Taylor already had his shirt off. He shucked shorts and speedo in one move and lifted Cassie's tank over her head. A little wriggle of her hips sent her shorts to the floor, and she jumped out of them. Completely naked, they stepped into the view of the camera.
It was a fast fuck. No foreplay, no time for more than the briefest cocksucking or pussy licking. Taylor pounded Cassie with abandon, covering her mouth to stifle her cries. She came almost immediately from his smooth crotch grinding into hers, and again from the way his cockhead hit her spot. As for him, he was far too turned on by the forbidden nature of his actions and the lust of the girl who was taking his prick. All the waiting paid off, and he blew his load inside her. Gasping, sweaty, they broke apart. Cum dripped from her slit. Almost roughly, Taylor slid his fingers inside her, scooping out his cum. He drizzled it into his own mouth and bent to make out with her, rubbing the last of his seed on her tits. Hand in hand, they moved out of the frame of the video. Cassie had her clothes back on and was looking composed again in fifteen seconds flat.
"Nice speedo," she complimented Taylor, who was trying to fit his thick cock back into a simple but classic Adidas three-stripe brief. "Very, very hot. Totally reminds me of Tom Daley."
"He's not a swimmer, he's a diver! As he's always been at pains to remind the public," Taylor laughed. He finished dressing himself. "But he does look fucking amazing in Adidas. I thought you'd like that."
"It reminds me you're a true athlete. As if my sore pussy wasn't proof enough of that. I'd love to see you fuck the stuffing out of Tom in your matching speedos. He arches his back like a bottom."
"He's supposed to be very passionate and forceful in bed. Might take us both to satisfy him. After all, he's not getting any pussy in his marriage." They retrieved their backpacks and sandals and made their way out of the library.
"And it makes his husband uncomfortable, the big old heteronormative queer. Can't appreciate a hot bi guy. Everyone needs to appreciate hot bi guys more."
"I have no problems with that. Where now?"
"Oh, you're not done for the day," Cassie purred. "Not by a long shot. I'm going to give that hot cock and body of yours a few more workouts before we're done."
"My cum is dripping down your legs and you're still not satisfied?" He wasn't exaggerating. Her thighs were streaked with his cream and her honey. He wanted to fling her down in the middle of campus and eat her.
"Nope. I bet I can get another load out of you. I wouldn't want you to blow too quickly once Josh gets his hands on you."
"Oh, he told you about that?"
"Just a few hints. I'm going to love watching you get screwed."
"I hope you take pictures."
"I want to take a turn with the dildo, too," Cassie winked. Taylor's cock twitched in his swimsuit. It wouldn't go down. Sex was becoming his world, surrounding every action he took, filling every day of his life, emerging from every friendship he made. Each of them seemed like an angel of desire to him. And now this angel was leading him towards a building full of classrooms.
The doors were unlocked, and she pulled him into the cool of a dimly-lit hallway, then into a darkened classroom. He reached for the light switch, but she stopped him. Shadows played over their bodies as they kissed, stripping each other. "Leave your speedo on," she whispered to Taylor. His hardon was stretching the suit almost completely away from his body. Cassie reached into her backpack, jingling the zippers in the near-silence of the empty building, and withdrew a tiny ball of fabric. Orange and yellow slid up her legs and nestled around her wet, naked slit, hiding it behind an insignificant layer of fabric. The sight was more sensual than if she had been entirely unclothed. Taylor swallowed, noticing that her tits were devoid of any tanline. This girl had been hitting up the topless section of South Beach.
She drew him backwards to a table at the front of the classroom, sliding onto her back atop it, staring up at his tight body. He seized her hips and ground their spandex-covered crotches together. Through the fabric, his fingers found her clit and began to frig it.
"You watch a lot of porn?" Cassie whispered.
"Coming from Minnesota?" Taylor chuckled, humping her. "Tons of it."
"Public stuff, right?"
"My favorite."
"Ever come across the Hawaii speedo student?"
"Fuck!" Taylor hissed remembering. "Hell yeah I did! Shit, that's what you had in mind--we're reenacting his classroom video!"
"Yessss," Cassie sighed. "God, I fucking want him so bad....since I was about twelve...."
"You want that big thick cock of his fucking into you? His tanned body on yours?"
"Fuck! Yes!"
Taylor leaned over her, toying with her nipples, touching her lips with his own. "He's gay."
"Nooooo...." Cassie moaned, humping her clit against his bulge. "He can't be. He's too hot....too shameless to go only one way. Gotta be a bi boy. Fuck. Oh, fuck." She squirted through and around her bikini, soaking Taylor's cock. He slid back, knelt, licked up her cum, and began eating her deeply through the swimsuit. Her cries, soft as they were, sounded loudly in the quiet room, and she covered her own mouth, trying to suppress them.
"I want to have a threesome with him and you," Taylor whispered to her, driving his fingers inside her. She came a second time, and twice more in quick succession. Her feet, hanging over the edge of the table, found his jockbulge and pulled his cock out the leg opening of his speedo. It reared itself upright, and she polished it for a minute with her toes before his oral skills sent her into another series of spasms.
She was ready. Taylor stood and entered her. Her pussy held him like a glove, perpetually arousing, yet not enough so to bring him quickly to orgasm. It was perfect. He fucked her steadily, confident in his power, doubly aroused by the public nature of their coupling. Any student or professor could walk in and find them. The thought made his cock even stiffer than before.
When the table began to wobble and creak alarmingly, Taylor picked Cassie up as he'd picked her friend up a few days ago, and fucked her while carrying all her weight. Every so often, a mild orgasm would hit her when the constant stroking of his dick on her G-spot become too much. He kissed her passionately, separating each exchange to stare into her eyes. Lust joined their souls as well as their bodies.
Reluctantly, Cassie let her legs slip to the floor, instead of clutching her lover. "Shit....hold your horses, cowboy." Intentionally or not, her Texas twang was emphasized by that statement. She had trouble standing, and Taylor had to support her. "We've got a couple more stops to make."
"A couple more?" Taylor demanded. "You're going to make me work that hard?"
"Yes." Cassie tucked his prick back inside his speedo and kissed the obscene bulge. "I want you softened up for what Josh is going to do to you in a little while."
They fucked in two more classrooms that day before she was satisfied, both in separated buildings. One was an auditorium. Stark naked, Cassie demanded that Taylor fuck her standing in a variety of positions in front of the podium, giving the impression that they were performing for an invisible audience. Then she sat him down in the front row and rode his dick, her feet up on the adjoining seats and her weight driving the swimmer's shaft into her over and over again. Taylor was on the verge of another orgasm when she pulled off and staggered back against the podium, taunting him with her lubriciousness. He chased her up one side of the auditorium and down the other before he cooled down enough to get dressed again.
The last classroom Cassie chose was much better lit than the first one. She wore her bikini again and took a bunch of selfies of them in their swimwear. Her phone captured them sixty-nining in front of the rows of desks, first on the instructor's table and then standing, Cassie upside down and supported by Taylor's grip on her hips. It watched when Cassie sat down at one of the desks and invited Taylor to toe-fuck her to orgasm all over it. It recorded every drop of cum that leaked from her as the jock exploded inside her, and caught the sheen on her lips when she knelt to polish his dickhead clean.
"You're better than Denis Reed," Cassie said, leaning against his chest when it was all over. Their swollen, tender genitals felt comfortable pressed together through the fabric of their swimsuits.
"Denis Reed was amazing. No limits. I've cum so many times watching him fuck in public. Girls, guys, train stations, trains, forests--he didn't care. He just needed that cock satisfied."
"Mmmm. Someone's a little jealous," Cassie giggled. "Or inspired."
"Definitely inspired. Thanks for making me cum on camera."
"Thanks for fucking me until I lost track of my orgasms. But I think it's time we got out of here. Just in case."
They made it out of the classroom unnoticed, with the footage of their debauchery safe on Cassie's phone. Whole blobs of cum were sliding down her thighs and slowly evaporating as they walked across campus. She didn't care.
"Come up to my floor and I'll get you cleaned up for your boys," she offered.
"Showering on the girls' floor? How could I pass that up?" Taylor grinned.
It turned out that showering on the girls' floor required being very quiet, just in case an RA with a fear of the male organ was hanging around the bathroom watching for hookups. Cassie only allowed Taylor to fuck her under the hot water for a few seconds, and he came out clean but still unsatisfied. The blonde girl paid close attention to washing his hole and trimming it up with her razor. Taylor realized that his muscles down there were contracting, begging for some kind of stimulation. His body was following his mind. Last but not least, Cassie, after checking to see that the coast was clear, thrust a bulb of water up his ass and made him douche. Thoughtful, but awkward. It was a very new experience for the swimmer.
"It's necessary, handsome," Cassie said, seeing the expression on his face as they left the shower. "You'll be grateful later."
"You all seem to know more about what's going to happen to me than I do," Taylor said, attempting a lopsided grin. He was aroused in expectation, but off balance all the same. "And you're all more experienced than I am at this."
"We'll get you up to speed." Both of them were going up in the elevator clad in towels and nothing more. They got a wolf whistle from a couple of guys on Taylor's floor when they stepped out. Taylor responded with a thumbs-up and Cassie blew them kisses.
"I wonder if I could fuck every guy on your floor," she mused aloud. Taylor, about to knock, stopped and jerked her towel off. "Go for it!"
"Maybe later," Cassie smirked, rubbing her tits.
A naked Josh opened the door to them. He was plump but not erect. "Welcome back! How'd it go?"
"We fucked in the library and in three different classrooms," Taylor said, dumping his backpack and their towels in the corner. "And Cassie got it all on video."
Josh pinned him against the wall and kissed him. "I can't believe you. A few days ago you were basically a virgin and now you're pretty much a porn star from the sheer love of it. Best roommate ever!"
"I wish I could move in with him," Cassie agreed. "He's very satisfying."
"He is. But so is Esteban. You two haven't met in person yet."
"Hi!" Cassie exclaimed, bounding onto Taylor's bed, where Esteban was relaxing with a look of lustful eagerness on his face. "You're even hotter in person."
"So are you." The RA sat up and pulled her in for a hug. His shaft went from limp to rigid in five seconds flat.
"Welcome back to being single and promiscuous. I'll do my best to make the transition as painless as possible," Cassie assured him, stroking his body gently.
"What did you guys get up to?" Taylor asked.
"We pretty much just fucked hard and cuddled," Josh said. "We both felt we needed a pounding. You got my hole hungry after the way you treated me yesterday."
"You both got pounded? Let me see!" Cassie pleased.
"Should we?" Josh asked. Esteban shrugged and smirked. He stood up, side by side with Josh, and both boys bent over. Cassie leaned forward to inspect their holes, which were still visibly puffy and reddened. She licked first Josh's and then Esteban's.
"Holy fuck," Esteban breathed. "No girl's ever done that to me before."
"Get used to it," Cassie said, intensifying her rimjob. "I love a nice, clean, slutty muscle boy who knows that his body is meant to be used."
"Thank God he's single now," Taylor said. He was helping Josh pack the vaporizer with more of the Puna Budder. Sitting down in front of the bending Esteban, he inhaled deeply, then offered his mouth to the sophomore, who gratefully sucked in the smoke.
"I guess this means you don't care about writing people up for weed," Taylor said as they shotgunned the puffs back and forth.
"Rules are stupid," Esteban said. "I wanted to be an RA specifically so I could not write people up for this dumb shit." He sucked at the vape, inhaling for a full ten seconds. "And weed is awesome."
The four of them reluctantly moved over to the window to finish their smoke session. Esteban and Cassie couldn't stop kissing and touching, the former from the thrill of having a new girl for the first time in too long, the latter from her general sexual voraciousness. She needed conquests, Taylor realized. Conquests of space and mores and individuals. And yet she made them without hurting them, casually, yet not unkindly. It was a worthwhile model to imitate, he thought--always provided that you could retain another side of yourself capable of building a relationship that would heighten the whole experience of sexuality by its intimacy.
"Come on," Josh said, breaking him out of his reverie. "Time to start your training."
He led Taylor over to his bed, and Taylor, his head spinning with adrenaline and weed, assumed the position. Ass up, back arched, toes pointed rather than bent. Ready to receive. Esteban and Cassie settled down on the other bed expectantly. Esteban's fingers were already inside her, mostly likely fucking her with a little bit of Taylor's cum that she hadn't managed to wash out.
"This butt is virgin except for a couple of my fingers and a butt plug," Josh explained to their audience, stroking it as he positioned himself comfortably behind Taylor. "Today, we're going to open it up with a series of progressively larger dildos to get it ready for my cock to breed it tomorrow. Then Esteban's after that. And then who knows? There are a lot of horny guys in Miami."
"I've never actually seen two guys fuck before," Cassie said lustfully. "The few threesomes I had, I could barely get them to touch each other and make out."
"It's work, but it can be hot as hell," Esteban said. "And Taylor is such a jockstud it's going to be twice as sexy to see him getting pounded. Especially by a smaller guy."
"Bring it on!" Taylor shouted, almost thrusting his ass back towards Josh. The runner opened his toy box and brought out a slim metal vibrator.
"To warm you up, we're going to start you with this. Easy to take and makes your whole body feel the sexual need." He dabbed some oil on Taylor's hole and coated the vibrator with it. It shone iridescently in the golden light that filled the room. Silent, its smooth bullet tip touched the swimmer's ass.
Taylor was surprised by how easy the penetration was. He could tell that the vibrator was thicker than Josh's fingers, yes, and much less yielding. Its firmness made his body feel entirely vulnerable. Cold at first, it sucked up the heat from his ass. Josh rocked it back and forth, twisting it, sending it deeper into his lover with each stroke. Unlike the plugs and prostate stimulators, which put their gentle pressure on a spot not far inside him, this shaft reached up beyond his erogenous zones into his core. For the first time, Taylor felt he was being truly sodomized, and he shivered. His nut was quiescent, his prick actually softening as his body responded to the invasion.
Josh flipped a switch on the base of the vibrator when it bottomed out, and everything changed. The waves rippling out of it made the muscles of Taylor's core tremble in unison, the pressure massaging him internally. His dick hardened again. It was a different kind of pleasure from that of prostate stimulation, but pleasure all the same.
"He likes it," Esteban breathed. Cassie was carefully licking his cockhead, her eyes fixed on Taylor.
"I do like it," Taylor sighed. "Ahhh!" Josh was beginning to fuck him with the vibrator. The strokes lengthened, and the tip slid over Taylor's prostate as the experienced teen behind him twisted it. His eyes snapped open and he drew a hissing breath. It wasn't pleasure he was feeling now, but an overload of sensations too new to be described as either discomfort or arousal. It was pure emotion. He had to learn to bow his head and accept it, and he did. Precum leaked from his cock, Josh squeezing it out of his nut with the vibrator.
The runner thrust the length of it deep within his butt-sex virgin and flicked the switch again. The vibrator roared to life, rogering Taylor so hard his body shook.
"Fuck!" he cried. Josh had simultaneously encircled his tool with a lubed hand. He fucked his friend's fingers, humping his butt up and down with the vibrator in it. Again, he was rogering himself as a consequence of his own sexual needs, without being able to resist the temptation. There was no orgasm in sight for him, he realized. Not with his stamina, and the roughness of the sensations he was experiencing. But he couldn't stop. It felt too good. It scratched something deep inside him. He had to have it. All Josh needed to do at this point was hold one hand underneath Taylor, clutching his dick, and keep a finger on the base of the vibrator. The swimmer was doing the rest.
"How long do you think he can go like that?" Cassie asked after five minutes of watching Taylor self-fuck. She was lying back on his pillow, while Esteban crouched between her legs, relishing his first taste of new pussy in months. The result was two excellent visuals for a highly orgasmic girl.
"Long," Josh said. "Swimmers are exhausting. Dancers, too." He switched the toy down to the lower setting again.
"Turn that back on!" Taylor demanded urgently.
"Nope. Don't want your hole desensitized for the next step." Josh eased the vibrator out of the jock butt in front of him without turning it off. Taylor moaned and was ignored. He wiped it off, set it aside, and produced a moderately-sized dildo from his box.
"Nice cock," Cassie said. "Whose is it?"
"Kevin Warhol."
"Nice! Taylor, you're gonna get fucked by a hottie!" She eyed the fake dick lecherously. "Now I want him inside me."
"All in good time. Esteban, would you let Taylor suck on this for a minute? Get it nice and wet."
"You want me to blow a dildo?" Taylor asked. Esteban was already holding it to his lips.
"If a cock goes into your butt, it should have been in your mouth first. Now blow that hot Euro porn boy who's about to screw you." Taylor obeyed. It was an odd feeling, but the dildo wasn't difficult at all to service. The drawback was not getting any feedback.
When he had it nice and wet, Esteban handed it back to Josh, who lubed it further. The tip slid into Taylor's stretched hole with ease.
"Wow."
"Bit different, isn't it? Lots more ridges. And you can feel every one." Josh wiped the oil off a couple of his fingers and tapped at his phone for a minute. The TV screen came to life, with the Bel Ami logo scrolling across it. "So here's the deal. I'm going to fuck you with four different porn star dildos, each one bigger than the last. And while I do it, you're going to watch those boys on the screen, fucking their hot dicks into other lucky guys, and you're going to imagine what it would be like to be at their mercy."
"Fuck," Taylor moaned. The copy of Kevin Warhol's prick drove deeper inside him even as his mouth watered at the sight of Kevin's sexy bare feet, larger than life, in the opening shot of the video. Nailed by the fake cock, he watched the real cock erect to suckable perfection while its proud owner bound the simmeringly hot Gino Mosca to the bed and fucked both his holes. Josh was still working his dick. He couldn't stop precumming. Oddly, the dildo added to his arousal, but made orgasm harder to reach, almost like some kinds of weed he'd encountered. In one sense, it was frustrating; in another, he never wanted it to end.
"I love Kevin," Cassie murmured. She and Esteban were both kneeling, with him fucking her from behind so they could both watch the movie.
"You watch a lot of gay porn," her lover commented.
"I watch a lot of porn, period. Kevin is a huge wet dream of mine. So naughty and playful. And so bi. Did you know he said in an interview once that he had both a boyfriend and a girlfriend?"
"That would be amazing," Esteban sighed. He ground his dick tighter into Cassie and she responded with a mild orgasm. "His sexual nature just blows me away."
Taylor was panting with the overstimulation he was receiving. "Are you going to tie me up like that one day?" he asked Josh between grunts.
"Oh, yeah," Josh said. "And I'm going to teach you how to tie me up, too. Start thinking about your safeword." The swimmer could only groan. He watched Kevin fuck the cum out of the restrained Gino and then blow his own load all over the tied boy's arse. He yearned for the beauty and hardness, the idealized masculinity, of their cocks.
Feeling the dildo leave his hole was painful. Cold, empty, he needed to be filled again. Getting fucked was better than not getting fucked, obviously. He ducked his head and looked between his legs at his teaser. "Who's next?"
"Brent Corrigan!" Josh said, handing the replica to Cassie, who dismounted from Esteban's prick and slid it between Taylor's lips.
"You're so lucky to get to suck even a copy of his dick," she told him. To make the point, she swirled the head of the dildo around in her own mouth for a minute before reinserting it in him. "It's a hot fucking cock."
"Stop drooling over Brent," Esteban chuckled. "He's gay. Unfortunately."
"Not unfortunately for you! You've still got a shot with him!"
"True. He does like being ravaged by big Latin dicks."
"It's mental for him," Josh said, receiving the spit-washed toy and preparing it for Taylor's hole. "I remember the time he was talking on Twitter about his hookup with a non-op trans guy and how great it felt being able to give someone eight orgasms in a row."
"So he not only doesn't dislike pussy, he actually likes pussy--"
"Correct...."
"--but it has to be attached to a guy, so his brain can process the attraction. Because he's gay and is therefore only attracted to guys."
"Bingo!" Josh worked the dildo halfway into Taylor, who took it with ease, enjoying the feeling. "The things people do to rationalize their lusts. Or to put barriers around potential sources of sexual pleasure." Some typing on his phone brought up a classic scene from The Velvet Mafia, showing the young, smooth, bubblicious Brent paired off with the muscle stud Erik Rhodes--and fucking him into the bargain.
"Beautiful shaft," Taylor sighed, watching it sodomize the bodybuilder.
"You like having this one in you?" Josh asked.
"Yeah. It's a great fuck." The swimmer was leaking like crazy.
"We need to find a hot, arrogant twink to fuck you sometime. Someone half your size."
"Damn that would be hot to watch," Esteban grinned. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor, Cassie comfortably on his lap with his dick inside her. She was more interested in the TV.
"Brent has such fucking suckable feet," she drooled.
"You could suck mine while watching his," Esteban teased her. He wasn't prepared for the result. Cassie instantly slipped off his cock, letting it smack painfully against his abs, and sucked his foot into her mouth. She'd picked a position that gave her an excellent view of Brent's feet. Esteban collapsed, sighing. His cock bucked just from the oral attention his soles and toes were experiencing.
"Stop," Taylor begged when the video ended and Josh began to withdraw the dildo. "Keep fucking me. Please!"
"On to the next size up," Josh said. He brought a third dildo out and kissed Taylor lovingly as he made the blonde blow it. "Know who this is?"
"Nope."
"The other Brent. Brent Everett."
"FUCK!" Cassie cried out, in part from the thought of Brent Everett's dick, and in part from Esteban's toes working her clit. Taylor's eyes watered as the thicker dildo bit into him. On the TV, he watched two beautiful golden muscle jocks tease one another in their brilliantly-colored speedos and worship each other's bodies, thick, pendulous cocks swelling with heat. The smaller jock, Brent Everett, laid the bigger jock, Roman Heart, on his back and fucked him hard. Their bodies were beautiful together. The former straight boy found homoerotic desire filling him. It represented such a maddeningly immense number of sexual possibilities. He watched the practiced porn boy take the cock that was the original of the thing working his ass, and worked himself back onto it in imitation of his ideal. Lightly sweating, muscles flexing under shaved skin, in a fog of lust, the others were watching him more often than they were watching the screen.
And then the scene ended.
The sounds Taylor made through clenched teeth when his ass was empty were very angry sounds. His empty hole felt more unsatisfied than ever. He shook with frustration, at the loss of that interior pleasure that now seemed inseparable from the pleasure his dick gave him.
Together, Cassie and Esteban offered him the final dildo. It was more tapered and thicker than the others, wider even than Taylor's own cock. He slobbered on it as they enthusiastically forced him to take it, each of them spitting on it as well before handing it back to Josh. Taylor groaned with delight, his muscles accommodating the stretch with no difficulty.
The scene in front of him showed two obviously straight boys fucking, their bodies lean and smooth and desirable, their big cocks kept hard by a combination of drugs and the sheer physical stimulation they were receiving from homosexual sex. Mick Lovell fucked Todd Rosset, and Josh fucked Taylor with Mick. It was one of the biggest dicks in gay porn, and the swimmer's still-virgin butt was not only accepting it but actively working it. He was truly a bottom at this point, pinned by an organ bigger than his own. Cassie leaned over and kissed him, Esteban fucking her from behind. Her thighs were wet with her juices as his dick was wet with his. They were two receivers together, filled with a greed not for submission but for the happiness of their lovers.
"Oh, God, no, no. Fucking no," Taylor protested. He realized the scene had come to an end, and Josh was taking the Mick dildo out of him. "Put it back."
"Sorry, jockwhore," Josh said. "Your training is over for today." He grinned fiendishly. "Building anticipation makes sex hotter. You've got to learn that."
Taylor rolled onto his back and looked up at his roommate with desperate eyes. "Yeah, but sometimes you gotta be spontaneous, too. And, Josh....I need this." He stared at the other teen longingly. "It actually fucking feels wrong not to have something in my ass at this point. I need to go all the way. I need to be a guy who takes it up the ass. I need to be a real vers boy. You're so hard and leaking at the thought of what you've put me through. And you can't stop looking at my hole. Please fuck me."
Josh was fighting for self-control and losing. He was horny, and part of him had hoped the afternoon might play out this way. "Say it again."
"Please fuck me in the ass and shoot your cum in me."
"How can you turn down an invitation like that?" Esteban panted, pounding away hard at Cassie.
"Oh, yeah?" The blonde girl straightened up and pulled his ear down to her lips. "Fuck me in the ass and shoot your cum in me."
"Okay," Esteban said unhesitatingly. He slipped his wet prick from her cunt and popped the tip inside her rosebud, making her squeal. He didn't penetrate her far, but held himself there, using the tightest part of her ass to work the most sensitive part of his cock while he fingered her clit. Cassie howled with arousal.
"He's right," Josh said softly. The blonde jock's oiled hole was far too inviting. Eyes locked, he leaned forward and kissed him, very gently.
"Say it one more time." Their cocks rubbed together, his hands lubing both of them at once.
"Please fuck me, Josh," Taylor begged, nibbling his lips.
Josh lifted his hips and expertly slid inside the swimmer's prepped hole in one thrust.
Where the dildos had been cold, Josh's dick was hot. Where they had been rough, he was silky-smooth. Where they had been an invasion, Josh's shaft was so like the warm slickness of his own ass that it seemed they merged into one there. Taylor almost cried with the realization of his accomplishment. Clinging to Josh, he kissed him. The runner was bigger than Corrigan but smaller than Everett, enough to make him feel filled without being stretched. Shivers ran through him. Being fucked, really fucked, was different from being dildoed, faster and more powerful. Josh's cock jagged his prostate in a way that the dildos never quite managed. The feeling drove the breath from Taylor's body. Nevertheless, his unruly dick kept dripping on his abs.
Josh straightened up, and Taylor's feet slid down his shoulders, soft swimmer soles caressing his pecs, long swimmer toes torturing his nipples. One at a time, Josh sucked his bottom's toes, never breaking the rhythm of his thrusts. He took Taylor's thick, swollen shaft in both hands and gave it full strokes from base to head, falling into a pattern with his own driving stabs. The taller jock had to lock his fingers behind his head to keep himself from interfering. The most he could do was let himself go and surrender to the pleasure that was being inflicted on him, just as he had done with the prostate stimulator. He could feel his orgasm building, but it took forever to rise within him. The delay was excruciating.
And yet, it came faster than it would have otherwise. After an hour and a half of the most intense sexual teasing of his life, Taylor physically needed release, and Josh, always quick to fire, was in no better condition after having watched the powerful athlete totally surrender to his bottom urges. Taylor couldn't prevent the scream that escaped him, any more than he could prevent the way his cum arced through the air when it left his dick and hit him in the mouth. Then heat and wetness filled him. Josh drove his prick deeper than ever before and held it there, grunting abandonedly. The bottom jock actually felt his lover's cum squirt inside him. It was a glorious moment, lacking all control. It was the longest and most powerful orgasm of his life.
"Wow," Esteban said raggedly from the floor, where he and a finally-sated Cassie had collapsed. "Taylor....you're a fucking fantastic bottom."
The blonde sighed, happily dazed. "Thanks." He idly massaged Josh's ass, his roommate having cuddled up on top of him with his slowly softening dick still in Taylor's hole. "I have a great teacher."
"Welcome to full versatility," Josh chuckled. "Gonna want to do this again?"
"Lots."
"When do I get a chance at his ass?" Cassie wailed.
"When you go out and buy a strapon."
"I'd like that," Taylor said lecherously. Cassie almost had an orgasm just from the thought.
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