Different Way to End the Night — Chapter 2

Everyone is 18.

Chapter 2: Giving it All 

The next day, I met Chloe in the afternoon. She came to our dorm when I was there alone, and she was horny. We got right to it, and in minutes I had her moaning while I was sawing her in half. I came inside her, gambling that she was on birth control. She left quickly for class, and I just laid back on my bed, staying naked, enjoying the cool air on my sweaty skin. I didn’t even wipe myself off. The memory of the nice sex stayed with me, and, as usual, I started giving myself an “aftershock”, which is what I call it when I jerk off right after sex. I knew Darren was going to be home soon, and if he walked in on me, I would probably be able to give him my gift again.

Just as I had hoped, I was just getting hard again when the door clicked open and Darren strolled into the room, stopping in place when he saw the state I was in. 

“Yo,” I said, holding my cock up from the base, giving it a little wiggle.

“Bro!” he said, blocking his view of my cock with his hand in the air.

“I just fucked Chloe again,” I said. His face immediately dropped, along with his hand. He looked scared, knowing he was going to do something again, and that he couldn’t control himself.

“I came inside her,” I said, looking him in the eye. He let out a long sigh, dropped his head to the side like he was exhausted, and knew he was about to do something he would never have thought of doing. He stood by my bed and looked at my cock. I was so much bigger than him, I knew he envied me for that, on top of the fact that I had fucked his favorite girl again.

“Go ahead,” I said. “Taste your crush’s pussy juice.”

He leaned down, putting his mouth directly on me. I had always loved pussy, but there was something special about having another male submit to me like this. The soft velvet of his mouth was as good as any girl I had been with. It was like I was winning some competition, and he wasn’t even putting up a fight. He was acknowledging I was the superior male. I put my hand on the back of his head.

“Take it,” I said as I pressed him down further onto me. I watched his jaw expand to accommodate me. He was careful not to use his teeth. His tongue massaged the sensitive skin on the big, round head of my pink cock. I moved his head to my balls. The most nasty part of me, in my opinion, but he stuck out his tongue and greedily lapped up all the sweat and pussy juice he could gather. I let him go, and he licked my abs, the sweat and male musk must have overpowered any lingering girl scent on me, but he acted as if he were the luckiest boy in the world just to get a taste anyway. 

He zoned out completely, and started muttering to himself. I could barely make out the words between him slobbering on my muscles and my junk. I heard things like “real alpha male” and “stud”. He was really into this, a total cuck gooner. I lifted my arms to relax, and enjoy the worship. 

Surprisingly, he moved up my body, and started licking my damp arm pits. I flinched at first, but he dove in. 

“You’re a real cuck,” I said. He just moaned. 

“You’re a beta boy,” I said, more loudly. He grunted “uh-huh”, nodding along, his tongue still working its way up and down my armpit. His breath was hot and wet against my skin, and I could feel the desperation in every lick, every slurp. He was completely lost in it, like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment to worship someone stronger, someone who had what he wanted but could never have.

“You’re just a little cuck, aren’t you?” I taunted, my voice low and commanding. He moaned again, his lips moving down to my chest now, lapping at the sweat that had pooled there. His hands were trembling as they gripped my sides, like he was afraid I’d push him away if he didn’t hold on tight enough. But I wasn’t going anywhere. This was too good, too fucking satisfying to stop now.

“You’ll never be like me,” I continued, my tone dripping with dominance. “You’ll never have what I have. You’ll never fuck her like I do. But you can taste it, can’t you? You can taste what it’s like to be a real man.” He whimpered, his mouth moving lower, back to my cock, which was still slick. He took me into his mouth again, his eyes fluttering shut as he sucked greedily, like he was trying to drink in every last drop of her essence, his blonde hair clinging to his forehead.

I grabbed the back of his head, forcing him deeper onto me. “That’s it, beta boy. Take it all. You’ll never closer to her than this.” His throat tightened around me, and I could feel him gagging, but he didn’t pull away. He just kept going, his hands gripping my thighs now, his body trembling with need.

It felt so good, I basically growled at him. “You’re pathetic, dude, and you know it.” 

He nodded frantically, his lips still wrapped around me, his tongue working in desperate circles. I could feel him getting off on this, on the humiliation, on the submission. It was written all over his face, in the way his body shook, in the way he moaned around my cock.

I leaned back, letting him take control for a moment, watching as he bobbed his head up and down, his eyes closed, his face flushed with shame and desire. He was completely gone, lost in the act of worshiping me, of proving his inferiority. And I loved every second of it.

I felt a surge of dominance, and I threw him onto his back, lifted his legs, and spit onto his pink hole, dead center between his perky little cheeks. He just looked at me like he was waiting for me to do it, so I pressed into him. My muscular ass bounced around as I quickly found a rhythm inside him. He held my hips, pulling me further into him, as a tear fell down his face. He looked stunned the whole time, staring at my face, breathing in grunts, his gooned mouth hanging open. I was moving like an animal as I humped him rapidly, my stamina kicking in while I pressed my thick, large rod inside him. He hissed when I went too far in, but he warmed up to it again every time. I watched his virgin cock bounce around on his slender stomach.

He reached down to grab himself, stroking furiously and trying to cum, but I was faster. I snatched his wrists in one swift motion and pinned them against the bed above his head. His eyes widened, a mix of shock and submission flashing across his face. I leaned in closer, my cock still buried deep inside him, and growled, “You don’t get to touch yourself. Nobody wants to see that.” He whimpered, his body literally shivering beneath me, but he didn’t push back. His eyes consented to everything. He just nodded, his lips parting slightly as if waiting for my next command.

I could feel his hole clenching around me, tight and warm, as I started to move again. My thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one pushing him further into the mattress. I could see the struggle on his face, part of him wanted to resist, but the other part was completely lost in the sensation. I smirked, knowing I had him exactly where I needed him. 

”I’m just a toy for you to use,” he said. I nodded, unable to stop from the corners of my lips forming a smirk. 

He added, “You’re superior. I’m lucky for you to use me after you used her.”

Then, without warning, I leaned down and spit right onto his face. He flinched, his eyes squeezing shut, but then something shifted. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he opened his mouth, his tongue peeking out as if inviting more. I didn’t hesitate. I spit again, this time directly onto his tongue. His lips closed around it, swallowing it down. The sight of him accepting it so willingly sent a jolt of dominance through me. “Good boy,” I murmured. “You know your place.”

I kept fucking him, my pace quickening as I felt myself getting closer to the edge. My balls slapped against his ass and my hips plapped against his body. The bed squeaked beneath us, and I knew the guys in the next dorm could hear it. His body was completely pliant beneath me, his wrists still pinned above his head, his legs spread wide, his heels digging into my back, pulling me in harder. Every thrust made him moan quietly, and I could see the way his cock twitched helplessly against his stomach, desperate for release but denied it. I leaned down again, my face inches from his, and just observed his face. He was so interesting to me. A guy, but somehow diminished so much by his obsession with a girl, he basically turned into a sex toy for me, a dominant male. His eyes were glassy with submission, and I knew he liked whatever he was turning into.

His cock continued bouncing against his stomach, and suddenly I watched squirts of white cum spray across his face and chest, making me back away slightly, but I kept fucking him. Feeling his hole pulse on my cock was going to push me over the edge, but I wasn’t done with his face. 

His body shuddered beneath me, his hole clenching tightly around me, and I was at the edge. I stayed still for a moment, my breath stopping completely, before pulling out and crawling up his body. I grabbed his chin roughly, forcing him to look up at me, even though my large, thick cock blocked his view. My balls rested on his chin while my wet cock dripped pre-cum onto his forehead. 

“Open,” I commanded, and he obeyed instantly. I spat into his mouth one final time, watching as he swallowed it down without hesitation. His face was a mess. Sweat, spit, and pre-cum were streaked across his skin, but he looked almost… peaceful. Like he’d finally found where he belonged. I shoved my cock into his mouth just as I started cumming.

His hands gripped my hips and ass for steadiness as I unloaded onto his tongue, shoving deeper into his throat so he could feel it all, taste the entirety of himself on me. I watched his lips expand with every throb of my cock, and he didn’t spill a drop. His sweaty, cum-covered face was a prize to behold.

When I pulled out of him, he left his mouth hanging open, lying on his back on my bed. I stood there naked, admiring what I had created. He got up onto his elbows, his spent cock hanging over his balls, while mine still throbbed. It was cemented now, this nasty thing we had.

He didn’t say thanks this time.

"Are you..." he started, hesitating, "are you gonna keep fucking her...?"

“You want me to, don’t you?” I replied, smirking.

He didn’t answer, but his silence was clear.

"For you, buddy," I said, "any time."