Hung Boy in the University Gym's Hot Tub: Campus Harem Orgy at the Pool

Everyone is 18.

The steam room had been a blur of bodies, sweat, and primal energy, but it was only the beginning. Over the next few weeks, the dynamic between the jocks, Jared, me and the twink evolved into far more than just a one-time encounter. It became a ritual, a shared secret that we carried with us across campus, a harem of eager, athletic boys who’d do anything to please.

It started in their dorm room, a cramped space that smelled faintly of sweat, cheap cologne, and the remnants of last night’s pizza. The tall jock—Carter—had texted me, “Come over. The guys are ready for you.” When I arrived, they were already shirtless, their muscular bodies glistening under the dim dorm light. The twink sat cross-legged on the bed, his lithe frame trembling with anticipation, while two of the other jocks—Mason and Cole—lurked nearby, their eyes hungry.

“You’re late,” Carter teased, his chiseled jawline catching the light as he smirked. “We’ve been waiting.”

“Had to wait til my girlfriend left,” I said, shrugging off my hoodie and tossing it onto the floor. “She’s doing Sorority stuff.”

The moment I stripped down to my boxers, they were on me. Mason dropped to his knees first, his hands sliding up my thighs as he nuzzled against the bulge in my boxers. Cole was next, his fingers curling around my waist as he pressed his lips to my neck, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. And then there was the wavy-haired twink, his big, innocent eyes locked on mine as he reached for my chest, his hands trembling slightly as he ran them over my pecs.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my cock already straining against the fabric of my boxers. “You guys don’t waste any time, do you?”

Carter chuckled, his voice low and husky. “We’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Mason pulled my boxers down, and my cock sprang free, thick and already leaking precum. He didn’t hesitate, wrapping his lips around the head and sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the tip. I groaned, my hands tangling in his short, dark hair as he took me deeper, his throat relaxing to accommodate my size. Cole was still at my neck, his teeth grazing my skin as he whispered, “You taste so good.”

The twink moved down to my feet, and I leaned back to lift a foot for him, his soft hands massaging my arches as he looked up at me with those big, pleading eyes. “Can I…?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Do it,” I said, my voice rough and horny.

He bent down, his lips pressing against my foot, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin as he worked his way up to my ankle. It was weird, sure, but goddamn if it didn’t feel incredible. Carter stood behind me, his hands gripping my shoulders as he leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. He murmured soft horny thoughts into my ear, his voice sending a thrill through me.

And then Jared walked in.

He didn’t even knock, just swung the door open and stepped inside, his cock already hard and swaying between his legs. The jocks froze, their heads snapping up to look at him, but Jared just grinned. “Don’t stop on my account,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

The room erupted into chaos again, Jared stepping into the middle of it all like he owned the place. He grabbed Mason by the hair, pulling him off my cock and spinning him around to face him. “You’ve got a nice mouth,” he said, before shoving his cock between Mason’s lips. Carter let go of my shoulders and moved to the bed, pushing the twink onto his back and spreading his legs. “You’re next,” he growled, his cock already pressing against the twink’s tight hole that was spread below an enormous cock, easily the biggest in the room.

I watched as Cole crawled over to Jared, his mouth moving to Jared’s ass as he rimmed him with eager, wet strokes. Jared groaned, his eyes closing as he gripped Mason’s head, fucking his face with rough, relentless thrusts.

“Need you,” I heard Carter mutter, his voice strained as he pressed into the twink, the boy’s legs wrapping around his waist as he took every inch.

And then Jared turned to me, his eyes hungry. “Your turn,” he said, pulling Mason off his cock and pushing him toward Cole.

I didn’t need to be told twice. I dropped to my knees, my hands gripping Jared’s ass as I pressed my face between his cheeks, my tongue finding his hole. He groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I rimmed him, my cock throbbing and dripping with pent up college boy hormones.

“I’m going inside you,” Jared demanded, pulling me up and spinning me around. I bent over the edge of the bed next to the twink getting pounded on his back, my cock hanging heavy between my legs as Jared grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand. I reached for the twink, just feeling his neck, then slipping my finger in his mouth, which he sucked greedily, as I felt Jared’s fingers press against my hole, teasing me before he slid one inside, then two. I moaned, my hands gripping the sheets as he stretched me, his fingers brushing against that spot that made my knees weak.

When he pressed his cock against me, I held my breath, the anticipation almost too much to bear. He pushed in slowly, his thick shaft stretching me until I was full, his hips flush against my ass. “You good?” he asked, his voice rough.

“Fuck yes,” I managed to gasp, my body trembling as he started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate at first, then faster, harder. I pulled the twink’s head toward me and started making out with him, as we moaned into each other’s mouths while we got stuffed. I had taken the twink’s anal virginity only recently, and now we were brothers in arms. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, and I could hear the others moaning around us, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Jared’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he fucked me, his cock hitting that spot with every thrust. I reached down, stroking myself in time with his rhythm, my orgasm building fast. The twink took a throbbing cream pie while he moaned into my mouth, then crawled onto the floor and over to my thick and heavy cock, his lips wrapping around my shaft as he sucked me, his tongue swirling around the tip as Jared pounded into me.

“I’m close,” Jared growled, his thrusts becoming erratic.

“Me too,” I managed to gasp, my body tightening as pleasure coiled in my gut. And then it hit me, my orgasm slamming into me like a tidal wave. I came hard, my cock pulsing in the twink’s mouth as Jared roared behind me, his load spilling deep inside me.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound our ragged breathing as we caught our breath. Jared pulled out of me with a wet plopping sound, his cum dripping down my thighs as he leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. “We’re not done,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

And he was right. This was just the beginning of today’s debauchery.

–

After an orgy that cleared out all the semen in our bodies, we watched tv and ate food and gossiped about shit around campus.

Around 10pm, we left for a late night “field trip”, as Jared called it, and the air outside was cool, a sharp contrast to the heat we’d just left behind in the dorm. The campus was quiet, the faint glow of distant streetlights casting long shadows across the empty pathways. Jared led the way, his broad shoulders swaying confidently with each step. Carter was close behind, his muscular frame glistening faintly under the pale moonlight. I watched his ass bounce with his steps, and knew I wanted to be inside him soon. The twink and a couple of the other jocks trailed behind, their laughter low and anticipatory. My heart pounded in my chest, the thrill of what was to come bubbling up inside me.

When we reached the pool, the night seemed to hold its breath. It was closed at this time, only accessible to lifeguards, but, of course, Jared knew a guy who gave him a key. The water was still, and it reflected the dim lights that lined the edge. Jared didn’t hesitate. He stripped off his shirt, revealing the chiseled contours of his chest that I had recently taken an interest in, his abs rippling as he moved. Carter followed suit, dropping his shorts to the ground, his cock already half-hard, swinging heavily between his legs. The twink’s eyes widened, his lips parting slightly as he stared. He’s always so hungry, I thought, such a horny, eager teen.

Jared turned to me, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“Get in,” he said, his voice low and commanding. I didn’t need to be told twice. I pulled off my clothes, feeling the cool air brush against my skin, and stepped into the pool. The water was warm as it lapped against my thighs, my bulbous cock and my big ballsack, my stomach and finally my chest. Jared and Carter dove in after me, their powerful strokes cutting through the water like knives.

The twink and the other jocks followed, their bodies slick and wet as they joined us, everyone naked. Jared swam over to me, his hands finding my waist under the water as the globes of his muscled ass floated above the surface. His touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. Carter was there too, his hands quickly cupping my ass, pulling me closer. My cock hardened instantly, the sensation of their hands on me overwhelming.

Jared’s lips found my ear, his breath hot against my skin. 

“You’re gonna get stuffed and drained tonight,” he murmured, his voice almost whimpering with desire. Carter’s fingers teased my hole, and I gasped, my body arching into his touch. The water sloshed around us, the sound muffling our moans.

“Turn around,” Jared commanded, and I obeyed, my back pressing against his chest. Carter got onto the edge of the pool and moved in front of me, his cock hard and insistent as he grabbed my head and pressed my lips against it. I opened my mouth, taking him in, my tongue swirling around the head. Jared’s hands gripped my hips, and I felt the blunt pressure of his cock at my entrance. Out of nowhere, trusty Carter produced a bottle of lube, and offered it to Jared. I didn’t know how that was going to work in the water, but he was free to try.

Jared lifted my ass above the surface of the water, and used a copious amount of lube to finger me, initiating my moans. He pushed his cock in slowly, the stretch making me groan around Carter’s shaft in my mouth. He lowered my ass into the water as he continued fucked me. His thrusts were deliberate, each one driving deeper, hitting that spot inside me that made my toes curl. Carter’s hands tangled in my hair, guiding my movements as I sucked him, his hips rocking into my mouth. 

The water rippled around us, the heat of it amplifying the sensations. I could hear the sounds of the twink and the other jocks behind us, their hands splashing the water and stroking their own cocks as they watched. The twink’s eyes met mine, and something passed between us.

Jared’s thrusts became more frantic, his cock pounding into me with reckless abandon. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled, his hands digging into my hips. The lube started to wear off in the water, but I let him pound me as much as he wanted. Carter’s cock pulsed in my mouth, and I knew he was close. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking harder, and he came with a groan, his cum flooding my mouth.

Jared followed soon after, his load spilling deep inside me. He pulled out, and I turned, my lips meeting his in a heated kiss. The taste of Carter’s cum lingered on my tongue, and Jared groaned, his tongue exploring mine.

The twink swam over to me, his body pressing against mine. His lips found mine, and I kissed him deeply, my hands roaming his lithe frame. He wrapped his legs around my waist, his cock rubbing against me. The sensation was incredible, the friction driving me wild.

I could feel the other jocks closing in, their hands exploring my body, my cock. The twink’s lips moved to my neck, his tongue teasing the sensitive skin. My head fell back, my eyes closing as pleasure overwhelmed me. I lifted the twink up to the edge of the pool, closed my eyes, and continued to make out with him, his giant cock pressing firmly on my stomach.

“Take him,” Jared’s voice cut through the haze, and I opened my eyes to see him holding the twink’s legs apart. The twink’s hole was right there, pink and inviting, and Jared dripped lube from the bottle straight down onto the hole. I didn’t hesitate. I pressed the head of my cock against him, pushing in slowly. The twink gasped, his nails digging into my shoulders, but he didn’t stop me.

I thrust into him, the water sloshing around us. The twink’s legs tightened around my waist, his cock rubbing against me with each movement. The other jocks were close, their hands on both of us, stroking, teasing.

The twink’s lips found mine again, his kiss desperate and hungry. “Fuck me,” he whispered against my lips, and I obliged, my thrusts becoming harder, faster. The water around us was alive with movement, our bodies slick and intertwined.

Jared’s hand wrapped around my cock, his touch sending jolts of pleasure through me. “Cum for him,” he whispered, and I did, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. The twink came too, his cum mixing with the water as he clung to me, his body trembling.

The other jocks were close, their hands moving frantically over their own cocks. The twink and I watched as one by one, their cum splashing onto our bodies and dripping into the pool below us, their cum adding to the filth that surrounded us.

The water became still again, the only sound our ragged breathing. Jared leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Again?” he whispered, his voice dripping with promise.

I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. The twink’s lips found mine again, his body pressing against me, and I knew this was far from over.