The College C*ck Sleeve - Part 7

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It was all a haze. My body, drained of orgasms, felt limp as we were herded back into line. The Russian, whose hole I could still taste, led the pack, and every eye in the room followed as we marched.

I couldn’t deny that being the centre of attention like this was somewhat exciting. I’d gone from casually sucking off my roommate to being some sort of sex object for a party full of affluent men. As we began to walk, I noticed that we weren’t returning the way we came. Instead of leaving through the large ornate doors, we followed the naked young man through a much smaller door next to the stage, and descended deep into the bowels of the luxury home.

“You, there” I heard him say, as we reached something that resembled a long, dark hallway, with countless doors running along each side. “You, there” he said again, and I watched as everyone was separated into different rooms.

When it came to my turn, I was led into a small room with one double black bed and red curtains draped around the walls. It wasn’t romantic by any means, but something told me that these rooms weren’t meant for romance.

I stood there awkwardly, shuffling on my feet as I wondered if I could perform anymore sex acts after having two loads already milked out of me. I could still hear the music from the party above, and imagined how my life would have turned out if Lyle had never taken that video of me.

I had a lot to thank him for. I’d gone from a shy, anti-social guy to a raging cock fiend. Barely a day went by anymore, without a student dumping a load or two into me, and I wasn’t even remotely upset by that. This is what I was made to do, and finally, I was getting the chance to do it.

Footsteps sounded outside. Whoever it was, it sounded like the shoes on their feet were expensive, and I listened closely as they approached.

Click, click, click.

The sound stopped outside the door, and I watched as it opened.

The person stood in the doorway wearing a white shirt, open at the collar, with a tie draped around his neck. I could see tufts of dark hair sprouting from the undone buttons, and tried to find his eyes through the solid black mask. Whoever it was, was slightly taller than me, and wider, too. He stepped into the room, closed the door behind him, and began to undress as I watched on.

There was something both exciting and unnerving about not knowing who the person was. According to Florian, the party was made up of pretty much anybody who attended the college, or even worked there. A moment later, the man stood in front of me, and loosened the gown until it fell aside.

He smelled nice. It was a mix of fresh sweat and expensive cologne. He looked down at my naked body, which looked rather timid compared to his own, hairy, muscular one. His cock hung out over a set of large balls, and within seconds, he had guided my hand to it, and I began to masturbate.

“Call me Mr. M” he breathed, and his voice was too mature to be that of a student.

I nodded and swallowed hard. Was I jerking off a teacher? The cock grew larger in my palm until I felt the spillage of pre-cum which began to dampen it. It slipped through my fingers, covered my hand, and made squelching sounds as I continued.

Mr. M was breathing heavily now. His rough hands slid down my shoulders, caressed my arms, and began fondling my flaccid, sensitive junk. I winced slightly when he plucked it between finger and thumb, and slowly coaxed an erection from me.

“Eat my ass, boy” he said, with his cock twitching, and turned around, pulled his hairy, meaty ass cheeks apart, and bent forward slightly.

I felt somewhat awkward now. Who was this man? Did he know me? Was he one of my professors? Would I return to college on Monday and sit before him, completely oblivious to the fact that my tongue had been up his asshole a few nights prior?

I crouched down, pushed my back against the end of the bed, and placed my hands on his ass. The scent was warm and musky, and filled my lungs deeply as I inhaled him.

My tongue found his hole in seconds. I felt the coarse hairs begin to dampen as I lapped the tip around the rim of his ring. The taste was sharp, but not unpleasant. He was soft, yet tough, and my face was buried deeper as he reversed himself and grunted.

“That’s it” he mumbled, his hand working his cock as I tongue fucked him, “nice and deep”.

I pushed deeper, and felt his sphincter tense around my tongue. My own cock had somehow gotten hard for a third time, but I was almost certain that I had spilled my lost drop of cum, already. I continued rimming the mystery man, until he spun around quickly, gasped loudly, and thrust his hips outwards.

Warm splashes of thick cum streaked my face as he busted his nut all over me. I hadn’t expected it, and winced as the seed got into my eyes, dripped into my mouth, and spilled onto my chest, and just as quickly as it had all started, the man squeezed the remnants onto me, dressed in a hurry, and left.

I remained on the floor, wiping my eyes and wondering what had just happened, when the door opened once more.

“There’s the cock sleeve” a somewhat familiar voice purred, and I watched as a gang of young men filed into the room.

There were at least a dozen of them, all wearing masks of black and silver. If Lyle had been telling me the truth, the entire football team now surrounded me, and they could only be here for one reason.

“We’ve heard lots of stories about you” another added, and whilst some of them continued to drink, others began to undress.

“Oh yeah” a third nodded, “word on campus is that you’re not just a cock sleeve, you’re the college cock sleeve”.

I closed my legs to hide the pin hard boner, and continued to watch as the young men revealed bodies to die for. The stripped down slowly, exposing muscle, flesh, and finally, cock.

Some were big, some were small, but all of them looked wonderful as they circled me naked.

“Well come on, Cock Sleeve” one said, and stepped toward me with his pole in his fist, “show me what you’ve learned”.

Despite the double orgasm outside, I was ravenously horny once again. I knee-walked over to him, opened my mouth wide, and took his beautiful rod between my lips.

He was soft to begin with, and the wrinkled little package tasted wonderful as I sucked on it. I pushed my tongue under his foreskin as he stiffened, and felt the sharp flavours of pre-cum around his glans.

“Yeah” I heard him say, “he’s good”.

With those words, the rest of the team approached. Someone held the back of my head and pushed me deeper onto the young man’s cock. He was completely hard now, and drank a beer as I began to gag on him.

My head was then moved and I found a second cock in my face. It was darker, larger and thicker than the first, and was already leaking as it pushed into my throat. Whoever owned this one was rough, and seemed completely unbothered when I instantly choked on him.

A third cock rubbed against my cheek, and after a few minutes of sucking the other, I turned my attention toward it. Hands guided me, and then fondled me, and suddenly a finger slipped inside me, and then a second.

“He’s tight for a cock sleeve” someone joked, “check it out”.

Fingers were pulled out and fingers were pushed in. My asshole became wet with either spit, booze or lube, but I was too preoccupied with the endless supply of cock that was being shoved in my mouth to know which.

“Get him on the bed” someone said, and with ease, my naked body was lifted and dropped onto the black bed.

I was on my hands and knees, and crawled toward the closest cock that I could see. The owner thrust lazily into my mouth, bypassing my lips and going straight for my throat, and then I felt lips on my asshole, and the breathtaking sensation of suction.

“Yo, Brent” someone said, and my eyes widened.

Brent was another footballer, who, as far as I knew, was in a relationship with a woman. He growled at his friend and called him something crude, but walked over anyway.

“Can I suck your dick man?” The person asked, “I’ve been watching you in the changing rooms lately, and I gotta say, bro, you’re looking real fucking hot”.

Some of the team sniggered as they continued to use my body.

“That’s some gay shit, man” another added, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Brent seemingly realised that this entire ordeal was gay, and so he allowed his friend to get to his knees and suck his cock, as I continue my duties on the bed.

“Two cock suckers in one room” I heard, and then felt a burning pain as someone shoved their cock into my ass.

“Fuck!” I gasped, but my mouth was immediately stuffed.

It felt like heaven. Various cocks continued to push into my mouth, and the same happened with my hole. It was like a conveyor belt of dick, and I wasn’t complaining in the slightest.

On and on it went, and I was sure, after almost forty minutes, that I had sucked and been fucked by every single player on the football team.

“Let me cum on his face” someone groaned, and my head was yanked back by my hair, and another huge load erupted across my nose and mouth.

“I’m cumming in his ass” I heard, and then felt.

The cock inside me swelled, and my bowels filled with warm sperm as he deposited.

As each of the footballers took their turn to spray me with cum, I basked in it. My cock twitched with each load that was gifted to me, and when every person in the room had emptied their balls, I lay there, breathless, sweaty and covered in semen.

“Nice work, Cock Sleeve” someone breathed, and rubbed their sticky hand through my damp hair. “We’ll hit you up next week for the party after the game”.

“See you”

“Catch you next week, Cock Boy”

“Looking forward to getting that ass again, bro”.

The farewells continued as the football team piled out of the room, and when I was alone again, I looked up at the dark ceiling, wiped more cum from my eyes and laughed.

I really was The College Cock Sleeve.