Hung Boy in the University Gym's Hot Tub - Part 2: Curious Freshman Jocks Join In

Everyone is 18.

The steam room was almost oppressive now, the thick, humid air clinging to my skin like a second layer. My body was still humming from the intensity of what had just happened, my cock softening inside the twink as Jared’s warmth pressed against my back. His arms were still wrapped around me, his chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. I could feel his cock twitch inside me, a reminder of the weight of what we’d just done. The twink beneath me was trembling, his lithe body slick with sweat, his cock still twitching as the last remnants of his orgasm receded. His eyes were wide, a mix of shock and satisfaction, and I couldn’t help but smirk down at him.

“Welcome to college,” I repeated, my voice low and rough, as I pulled myself out of him with a soft, wet sound. His hole clenched weakly, a glistening mess of my cum dripping out onto the towel beneath him. I reached down, brushing my fingers against his spent cock, and he shuddered, his breath hitching. Jared’s grip on me tightened, his fingers digging into my chest as he pressed a kiss to the back of my neck, his tongue flicking against my skin.

I could feel his cock hardening inside me again, and I groaned, arching my back slightly. His hands slid down my body, his fingers trailing over my abs before gripping my hips. He pulled me back against him, his cock thrusting deeper into me, and I let out a sharp gasp. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and soreness that had my head spinning. Jared’s breath was hot against my ear as he whispered, “You’re taking me so well, dude.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, and I reached back, gripping his thigh as he began to move. His thrusts were slow and deliberate, each one brushing against that spot inside me that had me tingling. My cock, which had started to soften, was quickly hardening again, the twink’s hand wrapping around it as he watched us with rapt attention. His fingers were tentative at first, his touch unsure, but as he began to stroke me, I couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped my lips.

The twink’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick the tip of my cock that was just in his ass, cleaning off the drops of cum left on it, and I groaned, my hips bucking into his mouth. Jared’s thrusts became more urgent, his cock slamming into me with a force that had my toes curling. The twink’s mouth enveloped me, his lips wrapping around my shaft as he sucked me with a hunger that matched my own. I could feel the heat building in my gut, a coil of pleasure tightening with each movement of Jared’s hips and each flick of the twink’s tongue.

Jared’s hand found my cock, his fingers wrapping around it as he stroked me in time with his thrusts. The twink’s lips were still on me, his tongue swirling around the head as he worked me with an eagerness that had me on the brink. I could feel Jared’s breath quickening, his thrusts becoming erratic as he approached his own climax. The twink’s eyes met mine, his lips still wrapped around my cock, and I could see the hunger in his gaze, the desire to please me written all over his face.

When Jared finally came again, his cock pulsing inside me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. My second orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cum spilling into the twink’s mouth as he swallowed every drop. Jared’s hand stayed on my cock, milking me until I was spent, his hips still pressed against mine as he whispered, “Fuck, dude. That was hot.”

I slumped forward, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and the twink’s lips released me with a soft pop. He was panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his eyes still locked on mine. Jared pulled out of me slowly, his cock slipping free with a wet sound, and I could feel his cum leaking out of me and dripping down my thighs.

The steam room was silent now, the only sound our heavy breathing and the soft hum of the steam system. Jared’s hand was still on my hip, his touch grounding me as I tried to catch my breath. The twink beneath me was still trembling, his body slick with sweat, his cock twitching weakly.

I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and he let out a soft whimper, his arms wrapping around my neck. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest, rapid and unsteady, and I knew he was still processing what had just happened. Jared’s hand slid up my back, his fingers tracing the muscles there, and he pressed a kiss to my shoulder, his breath warm against my skin.

“You’re a natural, dude,” he murmured, his voice masculine, barely above a whisper.

I chuckled throatily, and I could feel the twink’s body tense beneath me. His eyes met mine, and I could see the uncertainty there, the vulnerability that came with being so exposed to two strong, older guys. I leaned down, pressing a kiss to his lips, and he groaned, his body arching into mine.

“You did good,” I whispered, my voice low and rough, and he shuddered, his arms tightening around me.

The heat was getting a bit much for me, but I wasn’t ready to go home yet. I stepped out to head to the showers and cool off, setting the water to an almost room temperature stream. When I felt the heat had gone from my body, I left my shower stall and saw Jared and the twink leaving another stall. Apparently they had the same idea as I had. I felt like I had missed out on the afterparty, but it was actually just beginning. 

As I walked by them, Jared’s hand slid down my back, his fingers trailing over my skin, and I could see his cock hardening again, the weight of it beginning to lift up his towel. I turned my head, my lips brushing against his as I whispered, “Round three?”

His grin was wicked as he leaned in, his lips crashing against mine. The twink headed back to the steam room, and I followed him, with Jared behind me. When I got in, I saw he was already splayed out nude on the bench, and I got back into the newly familiar position on top of him.

The twink beneath me groaned, his body arching into mine, and I could feel his cock hardening again, his need almost palpable. The steam room was quickly filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the soft slap of skin against skin as Jared’s cock pressed against my ass again, his fingers gripping my hips as he whispered, “You’re gonna feel this tomorrow, dude.”

I could feel the heat building in my gut again, a coil of pleasure tightening with each movement of Jared’s hips and each flick of the twink’s tongue. The steam room was hot, almost too much again, but I didn’t care. I was lost in the sensations, the pleasure that was coursing through my body like electricity.

And then, just as I was about to tip over the edge again, the sound of footsteps echoed from outside the steam room.

The three of us froze, our bodies tensing as we waited for the door to open. The twink began to reach for his towel, but it was too far away, and my body weight held him in place. The footsteps grew louder, the sound echoing off the tiled walls, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, but there was more excitement than fear. If we were going to fuck in public, why not go all in? The twink’s eyes were wide with fear, his body trembling beneath me, and I could feel Jared’s grip on my hips tightening. His firm presence told me that this was going to work out just fine.

The door creaked open, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife.

For a moment, the steam seemed to part, revealing a group of apparent freshmen with toned bodies, standing in the doorway. Their eyes were wide, their chests heaving with the kind of nervous excitement that comes from stepping into something taboo. Contrasting with the twink, were all clearly athletic, their bodies lean and muscular, their skin glistening with sweat from whatever workout they’d just finished. They exchanged quick glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and hunger, before one of them stepped forward and closed the door behind them with a soft click.

“There’s always a group of curious new guys this time of year,” Jared muttered in my ear, loud enough for the new group of freshman jocks to hear. There were a couple chuckles from the group, as they stood there nervously, apparently unsure initially of how to proceed. I finally understood why there was a general advice not to come to the gym after 10pm—the gays take over. I had apparently been missing out on a lot of fun.

The room seemed to shrink as the new group of freshman jocks began to strip off their towels, their movements deliberate, almost choreographed. It was like they had talked about this. Their towels hit the floor with a wet slap, and suddenly, the steam room was filled with the sight of even more cocks, young, hard, and throbbing. They generally had trimmed pubes, but one had a proud jungle over his throbbing member. The tension in the air grew heavier, thicker, as they stepped closer, their eyes locked on the three of us tangled together in the center of the room.

The twink beneath me tensed again, clearly recognizing his fellow Freshmen, his breath hitching as he looked up at me with wide, uncertain eyes. His lips were almost quivering, and I wanted them wrapped around my cock, so I gently pulled his head forward, pushing the party into gear. His tongue was warm and wet, and he started moving his head, no longer frozen in place by the sudden intrusion of the group. I could feel his pulse quickening against my thigh, his body trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. I smirked down at him, my hand tangling in his damp, curly hair. 

“Good boy, get it in there deeper” I murmured, my voice low and commanding. His eyes flickered with something—obedience, maybe—and he obeyed, his lips sliding back down my length as his tongue swirled around the tip. I let out a soft groan, my hips bucking slightly as I let myself get lost in the sensation.

The jocks were closing in now, their bodies forming a sort of semicircle around us. Their cocks were all hard, their hands wrapped around their shafts, stroking slowly as they watched. One of them, a tall guy with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw, stepped closer, his eyes locked on the twink’s face as he sucked me. He smirked, his hand moving faster on his cock, and I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way he wanted to be the one being sucked.

I leaned back slightly, my hand still tangled in the twink’s hair, and made eye contact with the tall jock. “You want a turn?” I asked, my voice dripping with challenge. He didn’t hesitate, stepping forward and practically shoving his cock into the twink’s face. The twink’s eyes widened, but he didn’t pull away, his lips parting instinctively as the jock’s thick cock slid into his mouth.

The room was alive with the sound of moans and the wet, sloppy sound of the twink sucking cock. I watched with a mixture of arousal and pride as he worked, his lips and tongue moving with a skill that seemed almost unnatural for someone so inexperienced. His hands found the jock’s thighs, gripping tightly as he bobbed his head, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked harder.

Jared, ever the opportunist, had already moved behind the tall jock, his hands gripping the boy’s hips as he positioned himself. 

“Wait,” said the jock, uttering the first words out of any of the group since they entered, “I brought lube.” He reached down to his towel on the floor and produced a small bottle from underneath it.

“Good boy,” said Jared, as he quickly uncapped the bottle and returned to his position behind him. The jock let out a low groan as Jared pushed into him, his cock sinking deep with a single, powerful thrust. The jock’s eyes rolled back, his hands tangling in the twink’s hair as he fucked his mouth while being fucked from behind. It was a sight to behold, the three of them moving in perfect sync, their bodies slick with sweat and steam. The other jocks from the group of freshmen continued to watch hungrily, their asses perking up and quivering.

I wasn’t about to be left out. My cock was still throbbing, the need to release building with every passing second. I shifted slightly, my hand slipping from the twink’s hair as I moved behind him. His ass was right there, his hole glistening with a mix of sweat and precum, and I couldn’t resist. I pressed the tip of my cock against him, feeling him tense for a moment before he relaxed, his body opening up to me with a soft, wet sound.

I pushed in slowly, savoring the tight, hot sensation as I sank deeper into him. His body shook with pleasure, his moans muffled by the cock in his mouth, and I could feel him pushing back against me, urging me to go deeper. I obliged, my hips snapping forward as I began to fuck him in earnest, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the steam room.

The other jocks were quick to join in, their hands roaming over my body as they positioned themselves around us. At first, I pulled out and sat back, and they basically stood in a line waiting to jerk off my big cock one by one. When I returned to placing my cock at the entrance to the twink’s battered hole, one of them stepped behind me, his fingers finding my own opening as he pressed against me. I tensed for a moment, my body instinctively resisting, but then I relaxed, letting him push into me with a slow, careful thrust. The sensation was intense, a mix of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down my spine.

The room was a cacophony of moans and grunts, the air dense with the scent of sweat and sex. Pure college man testosterone. I was at the center of it all, surrounded by hard, muscular bodies, my cock buried deep in the twink’s ass while another jock fucked me from behind. The twink’s mouth was still busy, sucking and licking as he was passed from one cock to another, his eyes glazed over with pleasure.

One of the jocks stepped forward, his hand gripping my shoulder as he leaned in close, his breath hot against my ear. 

“You’re a fucking animal,” he growled, his voice rough with arousal. I smirked, my hips bucking harder as I fucked the twink, my cock slamming into him with a force that made him cry out.

The jock’s hand found my cock, his fingers wrapping around the base as he began to stroke me in time with my thrusts. The sensation was overwhelming, the pleasure building to a fever pitch as I felt myself teetering on the edge. The twink’s body was clenching around me, his moans growing louder as he came, his cock pulsing as he shot his load all over the floor.

I wasn’t far behind, my hips stuttering as I felt the jock’s cock hit that sweet spot inside me. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and I came with a low, guttural groan, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into the twink’s ass. The jock behind me followed suit, his hips jerking as he came deep inside me, his cock throbbing with each pulse.

The room was silent for a moment, the only sound the heavy breathing of the men around us. The twink slumped forward, his body spent yet again, and he looked like he might pass out, his lips still wrapped around the cock in his mouth. The jock in my hole pulled out of me, his cock slick with a mix of sweat and cum, and I could feel the other jock’s cum leaking out of me together with his as he slipped out.

The tall jock was again the first to speak, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Fuck, that was hot,” he muttered, his hand still tangled in the twink’s hair. The twink looked up at him, his eyes glazed over, his lips swollen and red. The jock smirked, running a thumb over the twink’s bottom lip. “You’re such a piece.”

The twink blushed, his cheeks turning a deep shade of red, but he didn’t say anything, his eyes flickering to me for reassurance. I grinned, my hand reaching out to ruffle his damp curls. “You did good, again,” I said, my voice soft but filled with a weird sense of pride over this kid whose name I didn’t even know. He smiled at that, his body relaxing as he leaned into my touch.

Jared, keeping his role as the instigator, stepped forward, his cock still hard and glistening with sweat. He looked around the room, his eyes locking on each of the jocks in turn. “Who’s up for more?” he asked, his voice dripping with challenge. Does this guy ever get soft? I thought to myself.

The jocks exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of amusement and arousal. The tall jock was the first to step forward, his cock twitching as he moved closer to Jared. 

“Me,” he said, his voice low and filled with promise. Jared grinned, his hand reaching out to grip the jock’s cock as he pulled him closer, their bodies colliding with a literal wet slap.

The room was alive again, the sound of moans and grunts filling the air as the jocks and Jared continued to fuck, their bodies moving in sync. The twink and I watched for a moment, our bodies still thrumming with the aftershocks of our escapades. I could see the curiosity in his eyes, the way he wanted to join in again but wasn’t sure if he should.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against his ear. “You want some more?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He hesitated for a moment, his eyes flickering to the jocks and Jared, before he nodded, his lips parting slightly as he looked up at me.

This was a good night.