Princeton University - Part 2

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

Baxter Carmichael reminded me of a 1970s Olympian. He ran track, but he did it far better than anybody I’d ever seen before. That, coupled with the fact that he’d been growing a rather unruly mullet, and exclusively wore sleeveless vests to show off his bulging arms, gave him a retro look that I wasn’t exactly displeased by.

Of course, my entire life had already been flipped on it’s head by Harry Rotchberger, and two weeks after the fact, my asshole was still yet to fully return to it’s former glory. He hadn’t spoken to me since, but we’d exchanged glances in the hallway on more than one occasion, and that was enough to fuel my nighttime jerking.

Knowing that Harry had lied to me to get me to have sex with him was bittersweet. Truthfully, the young athlete could have stood at my dorm and told me the god’s honest truth, and I would have stripped off just as quick as I had. Surely he knew that every person in Princeton wanted to fuck him? And yet, he’d lied about it.

As the days went by, I became hyper focused on the giggles and hushed chatter between most of the female students. It felt like everybody had sampled Harry at some point, and it didn’t take long for the novelty of the whole thing to wear off.

“He’s an asshole”. The voice came from behind me as I sat on the bleachers with a book I hadn’t been paying attention to. I knew why I was there, but I didn’t expect anybody else to.

“Huh?” I replied, turning to find Baxter Carmichael grinning at me from above. I’d never spoken to him before. He’d never spoken to me before, and honestly, I was pretty sure that he didn’t even know I existed up until that point.

“Harry” he said, pointing at the young man who I had secretly been watching, “he’s a moron”.

“Aren’t you two friends?” I asked, sliding over as the stunning college student sat next to me, and spread his muscular thighs apart.

“Used to be” he corrected, “not anymore”.

I wasn’t sure if I was in a position to question a guy who I hardly knew. I swallowed and looked back out at the team.

“That sucks” I managed.

The two of us sat in silence for a moment. I couldn’t help but enjoy the fact that of the two hottest guys in Princeton, I’d already fucked one, and the other had decided to come sit with me. It was a far cry from the misery of high school, that was for sure.

“It’s the way he treats girls” he continued, without me asking, “it’s not right, man”.

I nodded.

“It’s like they’re pieces of meat, you know?”.

I nodded again. Why was he telling me this?

“Guys too” he added, and then I realised why he was telling me. “I heard about what happened, man. That sucks”.

My cheeks began to blush as I mindlessly stared at Harry across the field. How did he know? Other than Harry and I, nobody was supposed to know.

“Did… Did he tell you?” I gulped, and Baxter shook his head and smiled a beautiful smile.

“No, I just um… I just noticed you’ve been walking a bit funny lately, and you’re not really discreet” he nodded toward Harry, and I realised how obvious it was now. I grimaced.

“Did he lie to you, too?” He asked, and I still couldn’t believe that I was having this conversation with Baxter fucking Carmichael. I cringed, but nodded.

“Damn, bro. That really sucks”.

We continued sitting in silence until Baxter slapped his knees and stood up. He towered over me as he ran his hand through his thick brown hair and stretched. “Must be tough for gay kids on campus” he said, and I watched as his vest slid up his shredded abdomen to reveal a stunning body. “I don’t really know any gay guys around here”.

“Because there aren’t any” I said, which wasn’t technically true, but those who I did know, weren’t really my type.

“So what do you do for fun?” He asked.

I’d always had a bad habit for trying to be funny when I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “Jerk off” I shrugged, and it wasn’t entirely untrue, either.

Baxter laughed, and I couldn’t help but steal a glance at the trunk inside his loose shorts. “Well, Carter” he said, walking away, “if you get bored jerking off, why don’t you meet me under these bleachers tonight at midnight?”

He didn’t turn back. I watched in awe as the track star jogged back the way he came, and rubbed my ears to make sure I hadn’t misheard. What the fuck was happening? Had I somehow woken up recently as an entirely different human? Sure, I wasn’t bad looking, but now two of the hottest guys on the planet had propositioned me.

I’d already taken one, so what was the harm in a second?

I sat in my dorm all night trying to figure things out. By ten o’ clock, I realised that there was no point in trying to figure it out. Perhaps there was something in the water here in Princeton. Something that made the handsome athletes suddenly turn into ravenous homosexuals. The idea excited me, but I was quite sure that it wasn’t the answer.

I wondered whether Baxter would be softer and more gentle than Harry. The way he’d described his former friend treating women like pieces of meat, gave me the impression that he would. Perhaps he was a romantic, and I’d follow a trail of rose petals to find him. I smiled at the idea, but only because it was ridiculous.

Just like Harry, Baxter was a rugged, masculine, straight guy. Unfortunately for me, that was exactly the type of guy that made my dick hard, so with five minutes to go, I stood at the mirror in my dorm room and took a deep breath.

“Maybe it’s not sex at all” I said to myself, remembering that Baxter hadn’t actually made mention of it. “Maybe he wants to talk, or run, or play fricking board games”. I imagined the two of us sitting under the bleachers playing Monopoly and shook my head.

The campus was eery at night. Usually by now, I was either watching Netlfix or snoring, so being under the black canopy of night, made me a little anxious. In the distance, I could hear the laughter and cheering of a group of frat boys somewhere in the grounds of the college, but I walked the opposite way until I reached the football fields.

Once again, seeing the place at night was strange. During the day, hoards of young men trained religiously, but now it was empty. I kept my eyes peeled as I walked toward the same place I’d been sitting earlier. Maybe it was a joke. Perhaps a group of them were sitting somewhere, watching as I stupidly arrived on time, and at any moment, they’d all jump out and laugh.

I continued, and my breath caught in my throat when I saw the silhouette of a man wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized hoodie. His hood was up, and his back was turned, so I cleared my throat and he looked back.

My heart pounded as I walked closer. Was it even Baxter? What if it was somebody else? I wiped my hands on my own shorts, drying them of nervous sweat as I continued, and when I was just feet away, Baxter looked up and smiled.

“Glad you could make it” he said, his voice low and rough.

“Um… Yeah” I replied, rubbing the back of my neck, “I wasn’t sure you’d be here”.

A cool wind whipped around us as we watched each other. With Harry, the instructions had been relatively clear. Suck, rim, fuck. Now, however, I was at a loss.

“So, um… What now?” I half laughed.

Baxter immediately pulled down his shorts. What was with these guys? Maybe they were used to being naked around other men, but I certainly wasn’t. I watched as he flicked his shorts away, and did the same with his briefs. His cock, whilst not as long as Harry’s, was beautifully impressive. He was thicker, and certainly veinier, and his foreskin covered cock head looked just as delicious as it hung between his muscular thighs.

“A… Are you gay?” I asked him, as he peeled his hoodie off, and stood before me wearing only a pair of gleaming white sneakers.

“Nah” he said.

Nah? That was it. He didn’t follow up with anything. Just nah.

Baxter stepped toward me and grabbed hold of the collar of my own Princeton hoodie. He pulled me closer to him, and grabbed my cheeks between his hand.

“You’ve got cocksucker lips, Carter” he said, “open your mouth”.

I felt my body tremble as the college student directed me. I’d never been particularly submissive, but there was something hot about it. I opened my mouth, and Baxter spat inside it before jamming his tongue into me.

Holy fuck. My eyes widened for a moment, as he kissed me with force. I hadn’t expected a kiss. In fact, I hadn’t expected any of this. He stuffed his tongue further into my mouth, and I could do nothing but close my lips around it. It wasn’t a typical kiss, but it was certainly a hot one.

His hand was tight around my face as we continued, until eventually he stopped and ran his tongue across my lips. “I’m a bit of a freak” he whispered, and grazed his teeth along my top lip, before biting it gently, “I hope you’re ready for that”.

I let a gasp escape as his hand traced my bulge. These rich guys were certainly something. He grabbed my hoodie and lifted it up to reveal my slender body, and threw it aside on top of his own pile. He leaned forward, closed his mouth around my neck, and licked down my chest as I shivered.

Judging by Baxter’s manner, I expected to be on my knees before he was, yet the muscular young man nestled between my legs, and with one yank, my shorts were around my ankles.

“Fuck my mouth” he mumbled, closing his lips around my cock, which was now straining inside my underwear, “come on, Carter, get it nice and hard for me”.

I gawped down at him as he ran his mouth back and forth over my rod. The sight alone could have made me cum, but when he pulled the front of my boxer briefs down, and hungrily swallowed every inch of my cock, my legs began to shake.

For someone who wasn’t gay, Baxter was certainly the most gifted dick sucker I’d ever met. Not a single gag escaped him as he plunged his head deeper onto my boner, and held it inside him with ease. His strong hands gripped my waist, and kept me in place as his throat muscles did the work, and after a few minutes, I was moaning out.

He sat back on his ankles, and my wet cock flicked out of his mouth and twitched as I felt the orgasm approach. I stood there breathless, until he got to his feet.

“Together” he said, and grabbed me around the waist, before spinning me upside down and holding my knees over his shoulders.

For a moment I was dazed. The blood rushed to my head as he held me there, upside down, with his beefy cock against my face. “Suck it” he said, and I felt my own cock being slurped back into his mouth.

This was insane. I had no idea what I was doing, but I clasped my hands around his waist, and lipped his pole into my mouth.

The taste was even better than Harry’s. He was musky and ripe, but delicious, too. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and shoved me deeper onto him whilst he swallowed mine, and the two of us sucked each other off for at least ten minutes, until finally, I felt like my head was going to explode.

He put me back on the ground. I rested on my hands and knees as I tried to make sense of everything, until I felt his hands on my ass, and his mouth on my hole.

I sucked cold air through my teeth as Baxter’s large tongue plunged into my asshole. My eyes rolled and my toes scrunched up. Having my ass eaten was my new favourite hobby, and Baxter was extremely skilled.

He rammed it deeper, and twirled it around as I moaned. In and out, up and down, around the soft, yet firm rim. He teased it; flicking the tip of his tongue back and forth as I clenched and whimpered. His finger came next, pushing inside me and exploring my rectum as pre-cum dripped from me. With his free hand, Baxter stroked me, and I felt like a cow being milked.

“I want to show you something” he said, also breathless, and grabbed my hand before yanking me from behind the bleachers.

“What are you doing?!” I gasped, holding my throbbing erection as he pulled me out into the middle of the football field. My eyes scanned the entire area. Yes, it was dark, but college students were known to frequent this place, even at night.

When we reached the centre of the field, Baxter spun me around and grabbed his cock. “I want to fuck you here” he said, his eyes glistening.

“Why?” I asked, confused but extremely aroused.

Baxter shrugged and twisted me back around by my shoulders. This was the most absurd sex I’d ever had, but how could I say no to him now? I got back to my hands and knees, and Baxter spread my legs apart and got into position.

“Are you ready?” He asked, spitting onto his cock and massaging it in. I gulped, but nodded.

He pushed his wet helmet against my hole and grabbed my waist with one hand. I still wasn’t fully recovered from Harry, so winced as I opened up again. His girth made me groan, and for a moment, all I could do was breathe away the burn.

“Oh yeah” he whispered, pushing more of himself into me, “you’ve got a perfect ass for fucking”.

I didn’t reply. I leaned my head down on my arms and allowed the young man to enter me further, until finally he was fully inside. Baxter didn’t wait around. He pulled out and shoved himself back in, and I moaned loudly.

“You like that?” He grunted, building his pace, “tell me you like it”.

“I… I like it” I gasped, and he slapped my ass.

“Come on, Carter” he snarled, “tell me how much you like it”.

I squeezed my eyes shut as he ploughed my prostate.

“I love it!” I admitted, as he spanked me again. “Fuck, I really love it, man!”

Another spank.

“Oh shit, it’s the best fucking sex I’ve ever had!” I whimpered, as he piston-fucked me with force, “you’re the hottest fucking guy I’ve ever met!”

“Yeah, that’s right” he growled, grabbing both sides of my waist now as he pummelled me into oblivion.

I didn’t care that we were in the middle of the football pitch anymore. I didn’t care that we were both butt naked. All I cared about was the waves of pleasure that rippled through my body as Baxter Carmichael rammed my sensitive hole.

On and on it went, until cum began to spray from my cock onto the grass. My sphincter clenched around his thick rod, as more and more of the stuff erupted from me, and I cried out with pleasure as the orgasm burned through me.

“Yeah!” He hissed, “you cum, boy! You fucking cum!”

Baxter grunted and pushed himself fully inside me, and he didn’t need to tell me that he was filling my insides with his thick seed. The stuff poured into me, coating the walls of my bowels as he ejaculated violently, and then eventually, slipped out.

We both remained in position. The two of us were sweating and drained, and just as I sat back on my ankles, with my hole gaping and dripping cum, I saw him.

Harry Rotchberger approached in the darkness, his hands slowly clapping, until he stood inches away from me.

“I… I… " I didn’t know what to say. I tried to think of an excuse, until I realised that I didn’t need one. Harry ignored me completely and reached his hand out to Baxter, who took it and stood up.

“Nice job” Harry laughed, and the two of them hugged.

I remained on my knees, naked and oozing cum, and gawped up at the two young men.

“He was easier than I expected” Baxter sniggered, and rubbed my sweat drenched hair, “a real eager cock whore”.

“Ain’t that right” Harry nodded, and crouched down. “You’re a good little cock slut, huh, Karl?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t answer. I stared at the two of them, my mind filled with confusion, until Baxter turned my head toward him.

“You know” he said to Harry, “I know it was a competition and all, but he’s been the best so far”.

Harry considered it for a moment and nodded. “Yeah, he has”.

The two young men stood either side of me, and a smile lit both their faces. “I guess we could keep him” Harry continued, and unzipped his pants.

“Yeah, I guess we could”.