The College Co*k Sleeve - Part 6

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I watched as the two lines of people began to slowly descend the staircase. On my side, a row of handsome, slender young men. On the opposite side, pretty young women. My mouth was dry and my body shook nervously, but I couldn’t help the feeling of excitement that was pumping through me.

We followed the Russian down to the entrance hall. The whole place still gave me wondrous chills, but I had other things on my mind now. Was I really going to be expected to do everything? What if I was asked to have sex with someone I didn’t like? What if they wanted to do some weird fetish stuff? And how could I do anything with so many people watching?

A large set of ornate double doors pushed open, and it felt like a vacuum. Loud music and harsh strobe lights flooded the huge room. It was dark, and reminded me of a large nightclub, but I was glad of the fact, given my outfit.

I continued walking until the doors closed behind us. The women turned to the left and broke off in different directions. We turned to the right, and before I had a chance to make sense of anything, Harlow Baron closed his hand around the back of my neck and dragged me into a wet, passionate kiss.

I froze for a second. I only knew it was him because I recognised the face mask. His tongue pushed deeper into my mouth and his hands slipped inside my gown, groping my naked, smooth body as he gyrated against me. I could taste the sweet flavours of whatever alcohol he’d been drinking, and I had to admit that the kiss was incredibly hot.

I let myself fall deeper into it. I kissed him back, feeling my cock swell as he fondled it in his palm. I almost forgot where I was until I felt someone else behind me.

The back of my gown lifted up to reveal my ass. Whoever it was began to instantly run their finger between my cheeks, toying with my hairless hole and teasing it with their fingertip.

It had all happened much faster than I had expected. I dropped my hands to my sides as I was groped front and back, and found myself basking in the pleasure of their touch. A moment later, Harlow broke the kiss and walked away.

Whoever had been rubbing my asshole, also left. I stood there, almost angry that they’d abandoned me, until I heard Lyle.

“You look hot” he laughed, opening the gown and staring down at my half hard cock. He took it in his hand and squeezed it playfully. “Enjoying yourself?”

“I uh… I don’t know” I said truthfully, “I wasn’t really expecting… This”.

He laughed again and shrugged. “Neither was I, but I’m not upset about it”.

Lyle turned and grabbed a muscular young man by the wrist. The man swung back and immediately began rubbing Lyle through his pants. “See what I mean?” He asked, as the naked man slid his hand inside and began pleasuring Lyle right before my very eyes.

This entire thing was bizarre. Were the Baron Twins some sort of depraved sex maniacs? Was this entire party just a big orgy? As I continued deeper into the action, I watched young men and women in various states of undress. Some of them were having full on sex, some were sucking or licking, and some were simply kissing. My cock stood hard until it was grabbed once again.

I turned to see who owned the hand, but the owner was covered by a black and silver mask. I had to admit, the masks added a very sensual twist to things, and not being able to see who was literally jerking me off was both hot and worrying.

The man was strong. He twisted me around and bent me forward until my hands were leaning on one of the tables. He dragged the gown up my back and a second later, his finger was sliding into me. I moaned, but even I couldn’t hear it over the music. He found my prostate in record time, and massaged it as I whimpered and leaked onto the floor. I relaxed into the breathtaking finger fuck and a few minutes later I felt his cock against me. Part of me wanted to turn around and tell the stranger to stop, but the other part was enjoying it too much.

His cock head was slippery with his own juices. He toyed with my pucker for a moment, lubing it up and pushing slightly until my sphincter began to spread for him.

People walked by with drinks. Some of them stopped to watch as the man opened me, but most of them seemed completely unbothered. I could see why, too. On the table opposite, the young man I’d seen earlier was having his ass eaten and sucking the cock of another guest.

Whoever was fucking me grabbed my waist and drove himself deeper. I groaned as I spread around his thick meat, but his cock seemed like a perfect fit for my hole. He thrust hard, driving every inch of himself into me as I gasped and squirmed.

As he sped up, I felt someone else next to me. Once again, it was useless trying to figure out who it was. He took my head in his hand and guided me toward his crotch, and with ease, he unleashed a huge rod that was semi-erect. He didn’t need to say a word. I lipped it into my mouth and tasted his salty pre as it drenched me.

I was in heaven. College had become the best experience I had ever had, and I was barely a few months in. I was taking more dick than I knew what to do with, and nobody seemed even remotely bothered by it. It was almost like sexuality didn’t exist here. Everyone fucked everyone, and I loved it.

The men switched places and I tasted my ass off the cock in my throat. I swallowed it hungrily until my nose became buried in a bush of pubic hair. My ass was stuffed again, and the cock was wider but shorter. I felt more hands on my body, rubbing my back, feeling between my legs for my swollen cock, even fondling my full balls.

After almost twenty minutes of being spit-roasted, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I groaned and moaned as the two men dumped their loads into me. My mouth flooded, my asshole did, too, and when my own cock began to squirt, I felt something cool around the tip.

“Cheers” someone said, as I stood back up, exhausted and sweaty.

A shot glass was handed to me, and it was easy to tell what the contents were. My own sperm had filled half of it, with streaks of it down the side of the glass. The young man nodded, and without thinking, I put it to my lips and downed it.

I felt hands patting my back, and watched as the group of men walked into the crowd.

“You just got fucked by Daniel Peterson and Rob Markey” Lyle’s voice came from behind, and I turned to see him standing there, with a woman on her knees in front of him, sucking his dick.

“Bullshit” I scoffed, wiping my lips of cum.

“The whole football team wear the black and silver” he shrugged, his eyes rolling, “and I can tell it’s them”.

I gawped back at where the young men had disappeared. Daniel and Rob were two extremely hot young men, and now I wished that I had known that it was them that had been enjoying me. Perhaps I would have tried even harder to impress them.

“You just never know who’ll turn up at these things, man” Lyle grunted.

I continued walking, my eyes now peeled for black and silver masks. I wondered if it would be possible to fuck the entire football team, and despite my recent orgasm, my cock twitched at the thought.

“Hey, hey, you!” Someone called, and I turned to find a man, fully naked except for his open shirt, with a red mask and a glass of champagne. “Eat his asshole” he said, pointing to a table where the Russian guy from earlier was being hammered by a large cock on one end, and sucking one on the other.

I stepped forward just as the fucker deposited his load into the Russian’s hole.

“There’s six loads in there for you” he grinned, and hoisted me onto the table.

The idea should have disgusted me, but I was already extremely horny, and as masked young men began to surround the table, banging their fists in unison, I couldn’t help myself.

I latched my mouth onto the young man’s warm, wet hole. The stench of cock and cum filled me instantly, but I didn’t care. It was the most intoxicating aroma I had ever gotten. I drove my tongue into his gaping ass, tasting the saltiness of multiple loads, and began slurping on him as he clenched.

More hands groped me. Someone took my cock, someone took my balls, someone took my nipples, legs, feet and toes. I felt mouths on me, licking, biting, scraping and squeezing. I sucked sperm into my mouth, gulping it down as the Russian expelled it from himself.

My stomach was beginning to swell with cum, and I knew that I had barely a few seconds before I was going to shoot my second load.

“Kiss!” Someone called, as the Russian received a mouthful of jizz.

He turned around, lifted me up to my knees so that we were facing each other, and as the crowd around us roared and cheered, we began to kiss.

I felt the fresh sperm in his mouth push into mine. I gave him what I had, and the kiss turned sloppy almost instantly. Our mouths gushed with countless loads as our tongues battled in the middle. Fingers were sliding into me, our cocks were thrusting against each other, and when my second orgasm began burning through me, we began to swallow.

It was the freakiest, craziest, most fucked up thing I’d ever done, but in that moment, it was indeed, the hottest.

I was helped off the table, my naked, drained body was rubbed and touched, and I grimaced when someone began to suck on my sensitive pole.

“Good evening ladies and gentlemen!”

The voice was unmistakeable. I looked up at the stage to find Florian Baron completely naked, but for his mask. He looked stunning, but I was all sexed out.

“I hope you’ve all been enjoying the entertainment so far. I assure you, that this is only a taster of what’s to come”.

My eyes widened.

“Shortly, the young men and women who you’ve been sampling will be taken to their rooms, and throughout the night, each one of you will get the opportunity to join whichever one of them you want”.

The guests began to clap and nod as they looked up at Florian, but I couldn’t believe my ears. There were more than one hundred people here!

“Whether you’re a footballer, a wrestler, popular, unpopular, a teacher or a student, your identity will remain a mystery, unless you choose otherwise. So without further ado, let’s begin”.