Benefits of a Dumb, Hung, Jock Roommate in College: Getting My Ass Blasted at a Party

Everyone is 18.

The dorm was buzzing with energy that night. A low hum of bass thumped through the walls from some party down the hall, but my attention was fixed on the scene in front of me. Lochlan sat on the edge of his bed, his bare chest glistening under the dim light, his sweatpants slung low on his hips. Across from him, Zack leaned against the desk, his basketball shorts barely clinging to his muscular thighs. The scent of sweat mixed with the faint tang of something else—something raw and primal—hung in the air. And then there was Kris, towering over us all, his massive frame casting a shadow across the room. He was shirtless, his chiseled abs and broad shoulders practically begging to be touched, his towel slung over one shoulder like he’d just come from the gym.

“Alright,” Kris said, his deep voice cutting through the tension like a knife. “Who gets it first?”

My heart skipped a beat. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or the others, but I wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away. I stepped forward, my cock already stirring in my boxers, the fabric straining against my bulge. 

“You, if you want,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

Kris smirked, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts and let them drop to the floor, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. It was impossible to look away—his sheer size was both intimidating and intoxicating every time. “Well, come on then,” he said, his voice dripping with challenge.

I dropped to my knees in front of him like I had been doing almost daily for a week, my hands still trembling slightly every time, as I reached for his shaft. The moment my fingers wrapped around him, I felt that familiar jolt of electricity shoot through me. His skin was warm, his pulse pounding against my palm as I started to stroke him. Kris let out a low groan, his hands sliding into my hair as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock.

“Fuck,” he muttered, his hips thrusting forward slightly as I stuck out my tongue to make out with his leaking hulk of a cock. I could feel the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of him filling my senses as I stretched my lips around the impossibly large head of it. My jaw ached even trying to pleasure his girth, my throat gulping down his generous precum as quickly as I could manage. He was huge, his cock so thick I could barely wrap my hand around the base, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of him.

Behind me, I heard the sound of a zipper, followed by Lochlan’s low chuckle. 

“Damn, dude,” he said, his voice thick with amusement. “You’re really into it this time.”

I didn’t answer, too focused on the task at hand—or, more accurately, the task on my face. Kris’s hands tightened in my hair, his hips thrusting forward, jamming his cock at my mouth, and he finally popped inside me a bit, literally unhinging a part of my jaw I think. Pushing through the pain to get to the holy grail of oral satisfaction, I slowly began to bob my head, accepting his forceful thrusts a centimeter at a time, taking him deeper with each stroke as I continued to rapidly stroke his shaft. I’m sure my teeth were not feeling great, but he was forcing it in anyway, and he was moaning now, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as I worked him closer and closer to the edge.

I didn’t even have the capacity to pay attention to Lochlan behind me as he started pulling down the back of my shorts and playing with my ass. He bounced my perky cheeks up and down while I pleased the hulking blonde behemoth in front of me.

“Yeah, just like that,” Kris growled, his voice low and rough. “Fuck, you’re good at this.”

I could feel my own cock throbbing in my boxers, the fabric soaked with precum as I worked Kris over. My hands moved in tandem with my mouth, stroking the base of his shaft as I sucked him off, my tongue swirling around the tip with every upward stroke. I could feel him getting harder, his cock pulsing in my mouth as he neared his release.

And then, with a low, guttural groan, he came. His cum shot into my mouth in thick, hot ropes, filling my throat with his salty, musky essence. I swallowed every drop, my lips still wrapped around him as he throbbed in my mouth, his hands gripping my hair tightly as he rode out the waves of his orgasm.

When he finally pulled back, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Not bad, huh?” I said, my voice slightly hoarse from the effort.

Kris let out a low chuckle, his hands still resting on my shoulders. “Not bad at all,” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You’ve got some skills, kid.”

Behind me, Lochlan laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Told you he’d keep getting better at is,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. “Now, who’s next?”

I turned to see Lochlan standing there, his sweatpants pooled around his ankles, his thick cock already hard and ready. Zack was right beside him, his basketball shorts shoved down to his knees, his hand wrapped around his own shaft as he stroked himself slowly, his eyes locked on me.

“I’m ready,” Zack said, his voice low and husky. “Let’s see what else you’ve got.”

I stood up, my legs shaky but my resolve unwavering. I stepped toward them, my hands reaching out to touch them both, my fingers wrapping around their cocks as I pulled them closer. Lochlan let out a low guttural noise, his hips thrusting forward as I started to stroke him, my other hand working Zack over with equal fervor.

“Fuck,” Lochlan muttered, his hands sliding into my hair as I leaned in, my lips brushing against the tip of his cock. I could feel his pulse throbbing against my tongue as I took him into my mouth, my hand still working Zack’s shaft as I sucked Lochlan off.

Zack let out a moan, his hips thrusting into my hand as I stroked him, his cock thick and heavy in my palm. “Yeah, just like that,” he muttered, his voice rough with need. “Fuck, you’re so good at this.”

I could feel my own cock throbbing even harder in my boxers, literally aching, the fabric soaked with precum as I worked them both over. My lips stretched around Lochlan’s shaft, my tongue swirling around the tip as I sucked him off, my hand moving faster on Zack’s cock as he started breathing faster.

And then, with a hard gasp, Lochlan came. His cum shot into my throat and directly into my stomach, feeding me his ropes. I swallowed every drop, my lips still wrapped around him as he released the last drops into my mouth, his hands gripping my hair tightly sighed.

Zack wasn’t far behind. With a grunt, he came, his cum shooting into the air in white ropes, splashing against my chest and stomach as I worked him over. I could feel his cock pulsing in my hand, his hips thrusting forward.

When they finally pulled back, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, a smirk tugging at my lips.

Lochlan laughed his broey guffaw.

“Not bad at all,” he said.

Zack smirked, his eyes heavy-lidded as he leaned against the desk, his cock still thick and heavy between his legs. “Yeah,” he said, his voice low and husky. “You’re definitely the guy to see.”

I couldn’t help but grin, my cock still throbbing in my boxers as I looked at the three of them. “Well,” I said, my voice dripping with confidence, “shall we party?”

–

Later that night, the dorm room had become stuffy, the air heavy with the mingling scents of sweat, beer, and the faint tang of pussy clinging to some of the guys, as the party had spilled into every corner of the suite, including our room. Bodies were pressed together, laughter echoed off the walls, and the bass from the speakers thrummed in my chest. I was perched on the edge of Lochlan’s bed, my legs crossed, trying to look casual as I watched the room. Lochlan, Zack, and Kris were all in their element—shirts off, muscles on display, their laughter booming as they downed shots and slung their arms around each other. My heart raced every time one of them glanced my way, their eyes lingering a little too long.

Lochlan caught my eye first, his smirk curling at the corner of his mouth. “Hey,” he said, his voice loud enough to cut through the noise. “You good?”

I nodded, my throat suddenly dry. “Yeah, man. Just taking it all in.”

He chuckled, his hand slapping my shoulder. “You’re one cool dude, you know that?”

Before I could respond, Zack sidled up beside him, his eyes glazed but still sharp enough to make my stomach flip. 

“Hey,” he said, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial tone. “You up for something… private?”

Lochlan flipped the curly hair off his forehead and said, “why leave the party?”

My breath hitched. “What do you mean?”

Zack’s smirk widened at Lochlan’s suggestion, and he jerked his head toward the room across the hall—a small, dimly lit space that was usually used for storage but had been cleared out for the party. 

“Come on,” said Lochlan, “it’ll be more fun to do it with the bros here.”

They were talking about me like I was an object for them to use wherever they decided. A fire was lit in the pit of my stomach as I awaited the verdict from their casual conversation.

“Well…” Zack started, but before he could answer, Lochlan suddenly pulled my head down into his crotch. No one at the party really reacted until he pulled his hard cock out as well, and given my inability to resist it since I first saw it, I dove down onto it, making people in our immediate vicinity stop and stare.

“Oh shit,” said Zack, drawing the attention from the rest of the room. After a moment of silence, the only sound being the deep music and the racing of my heart, I heard laughter and a couple shouts of “fags!” But Lochlan was lost in the world of pleasure, and he didn’t care who saw it. I was a submissive little twink who knew my place, and after a minute, Zack started tugging down my pants from behind as well. 

“So,” he said, his voice casual. “You ever been fucked before?”

The question hit me like a punch to the gut. My mouth went dry, and I could feel my cock twitching in my jeans. I pulled off of Lochlan’s cock. 

“Uh… no,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

Zack grinned, stepping closer. “Well, tonight’s your lucky night.”

“You’re gonna love this,” he muttered, his hands already working to undo my belt. I let him undress me, my heart pounding in my chest as my jeans pooled at my feet. Before I could process what was happening, Zack’s hands were on my waist, pulling me toward him. He lifted me up on all fours on the bed, and I let him probe my ass. Out of nowhere, someone produced a bottle of lube, and in no time Zack was properly fingering my ass and giving me some stretching. I turned back to look him in the eye. “Just put your dick in.”

Zack’s hands gripping my hips, I felt the cold press of lube against my hole. My breath hitched, and I braced myself, my nails digging into Lochlan’s shoulders as Zack pressed inward slowly, while people stood around either ignoring us or staring out of curiosity. Being stuffed by Zack felt like the most natural thing in the world, and every time he put another inch inside me, I pushed through the discomfort and waited for it to feel good again. Within a couple minutes, I was in heaven. Lochlan’s hands tangled in my hair, his cock brushing against my lips. 

“Open up,” he commanded, his voice leaving no room for argument. I parted my lips, and he slid inside, his thickness stretching my mouth as Zack bottomed out behind me. The sensation was overwhelming—Lochlan’s cock filling my mouth, and Zack’s cock buried deep inside me.

“You’re taking it so well,” Zack murmured, his hands gripping my hips as he started to move.

I moaned around Lochlan’s cock, my body trembling as Zack began to fuck me in slow, deliberate strokes, and Lochlan began thrusting upward while holding my head, stuffing my throat and making my eyes water. And then I noticed Kris watching closeby with a predatory gaze. He stepped forward, pulling his own pants down in one fluid motion. His mega-cock sprang free, thick and heavy, and my mouth watered at the sight of it. 

The smell of pussy on his dick hit me, an additional element to the musky sweetness normally lingering on his skin. It only turned me on more, the idea that he’d been with someone else before me at the party sending a jolt of heat through my body.

He stepped forward, his hand trailing down my back, and I could feel his cock brushing against my cheek. “You’re gonna take all of us,” he said, his voice rough with need.

Lochlan’s smirk returned, and he slapped me on the ass while Zack was starting to pick up speed.

“Fuck,” I gasped, my body arching as Zack filled me inch by inch, finally getting balls deep.

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as Lochlan thrust deeply again into my mouth. Kris’s hands were everywhere, rough and demanding, and I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach. Zack’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, and I could feel myself unraveling under their touch.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Zack groaned, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Lochlan pulled back, his cock slipping from my lips, and he grinned down at me. “You’re a natural,” he said, his voice dripping with praise.

I could feel the pressure building inside me, my cock throbbing with every thrust from Zack. Kris’s hand wrapped around me, his fingers tightening, and I gasped, my body arching as he started to stroke me in time with Zack’s thrusts.

“Come on, let’s see it,” Kris growled, his hand moving faster.

I couldn’t hold back any longer. My orgasm hit me hard, my body convulsing as I came, my cum splashing across Kris’s hand and the bed beneath me. 

“WOO!!” came a hollering cheer from several others in the room. I had almost forgotten we were at a party, I was so lost in the world of the cocks giving me pleasure. I felt like a used ragdoll just meant as a party toy now, and my face burned red, not only from the throat fucking, but from the shame. However, as I was realizing at that moment, I loved it.

“Guess he deserves one after how cool he is with getting us off,” Lochlan said casually, reminding me that he was a fratty bro who still didn’t consider any of this to be gay, somehow.

Zack wasn’t far behind in cumming, and as my asshole pulsed on his cock, his thrusts faltered as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsing as he gave me my first anal load.

Lochlan groaned, his hand gripping his cock as he stroked himself, his eyes locked on mine. “Fuck,” he muttered, his cum splashing across my chest in thick ropes.

Kris smirked, his hand still gripping my cock as he leaned in close. “You’re not done yet,” he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Before I could respond, he was behind me, his cock pressing against my hole, and I gasped, my body still trembling from the last orgasm. I couldn’t imagine Kris’ cock getting inside me. I didn’t think it was medically possible, or even if the laws of physics would allow it. I pictured shoving a literal pringles can up my ass and shuddered. 

But then, a random guy from the party stepped toward me, some handsome upperclassman with big arms, and he stretched out his hands to grip my shoulders, easing me into what was about to come. I felt Kris push in, his thickness stretching me slowly, but widely.

“You’re gonna feel this tomorrow,” my new friend in front of me muttered, his voice rough with amusement.

Kris’s thrusts started gently, but as soon as he felt the wet warmth within me, they became relentless, his cock stretching me out and smacking all my organs around. I think I could literally feel him pushing my stomach outward. I braced, and in a few minutes he was hitting me in places I didn’t know existed. By some miracle of the prostate gods, I actually felt myself being pushed over the edge again. 

“Fuck,” I gasped, my body arching as Kris pounded into me.

The unknown guy’s hands tightened on my shoulders, and I could feel him leaning in, his lips brushing against my ear. 

“You’re just a hole now,” he whispered, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. 

I was huffing and groaning between thrusts, but I had to ask, “Can you… jerk me off?” 

The handsome guy smirked, and without hesitation reached down to my cock and started rubbing me, making me see stars as Kris continued his assault on me from behind. He took off his own pants as well, revealing a brand new, hard cock to enter into my repertoire.

Soon he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic, and I could feel him cumming inside me, his cock pulsing as he buried himself deep. The strange boy’s lips crashed against mine, his tongue demanding as he kissed me hard, his cock now twitching against my chest.

“Fuck,” Kris muttered, pulling out slowly, his cum dripping down my thighs. “You’re a fucking cock-pleasing machine.”

The stranger pulled back, his smirk returning as he wiped his mouth. “I could tell you were gonna love it.”

I was still catching my breath when Lochlan returned and stepped up to me, his hand gripping my chin. “Hey this bi girl thinks you’re cute if you wanna fuck her by the way. I talked you up a bit. You’ve been so cool with us I thought you deserved it.”

I don’t think this big, dumb, hung jock will ever put it together.

Before I could respond, someone turned the music to full blast, and the noise of the party flooded the room, and the handsome stranger's cock quickly filled my mouth.