In High School, I Visited My Brother’s University - Part 2

Everyone is 18. This is fiction.

When they got me on my back, one of the guys must have been feeling generous, because he leaned down and sucked my cock while someone else was fucking me. I came in a matter of seconds, convulsing with the best feeling I had ever felt in my life. When the last guy came in my ass, he dropped my legs. Suddenly I was alone in the room again with Mike. He caressed my hair as I lay with my head on his thigh. His hairy body was naked, with his floppy cock resting between his legs.

The last thing I remember was Mike putting a blanket over me, then hopping in behind me and cuddling me until I fell asleep.

I woke up and Mike was gone. I barely start to rub my sore ass and feel the dried cum, lube and spit all over me, when the door opens, and in walks my brother. I sat up and stared at him blankly for a moment. He looked me over, with the thick blanket covering my lower half, my skinny teen upper body showed clear signs of debauchery from the night before. He just smirked, and I started to smile as well.

Before my brother could say anything, Mike entered the room, fully naked, with a partially hard cock flopping around and smacking his thighs. 

He gave my brother a slap on the ass and said, “Morning fuckers!” making me laugh.

I didn’t have any shame at that moment, so I pulled the covers off my naked body and stood up to find my clothes.

“Turn around if you don’t want to see this.” I said as I bent over to look under the bed.

“You think I didn’t see it last night?” He said to me.

Shocked, I looked up to see him smirking.

“What did you see??” I asked him, the urgency showing in my voice.

He didn’t answer, rather he just continued smirking at me. I stood up, my floppy cock on full display, and looked to Mike, my eyes pleading for an answer.

“Ummm, I’m gonna check on the guys downstairs,” said Mike, as he strolled his college jock ass out of the room, leaving me alone with my brother.

The silence was palpable, until finally he spoke, “Don’t worry buddy, I’m just glad you had a great time.”

Even though he didn’t tell me what his part was in the debauchery of the night before, his demeanor was calming. I couldn’t help but wonder about it, but let it go for now if he didn’t want to tell me.

“Is that your underwear?” he asked, pointing at the pair of boxer briefs stuck high up in the window blinds.

I looked up at them, pondered for a moment how they ended up there, and said, “yup.”

I shook the controlling string on the blinds until they fell down, and I picked them up.

“Let’s get food at my favorite breakfast place down the street, then I’ll show you around campus.” he offered.

“Sounds good,” I said, not even really caring what we did, “I just need a shower first”.

“Not yet piggy boy,” he said, making my jaw drop open.

He smirked at me for a moment then slapped my bare ass. 

“Now get dressed.” He said.

My face turned red, and I obediently bent over to put on my underwear. I could feel him looking at me. I put on the rest of my simple ensemble while my brother continued talking about the plans for the day.

While I endured my smell of debauchery from the night before, we spent the day doing all the college things you’d otherwise expect, including meeting up with several groups of his friends. I couldn’t believe he had met so many people already. I probably met twenty or more people that he chatted with. We never talked about the night before at all, but inside I was wishing I could experience it again. We had dinner and stayed out far past sundown, my phone was out of battery and I started to think he was getting some sort of thrill out of messing with me and preventing me from bathing, but I was just trying to hide my aroma from people we met. It was still fun, as I’m kind of a dirty boy anyway.

It was pretty late when we finally ended up back at his place, and it was time for me to shower. I didn’t ask him for permission since I didn’t want to give him a chance to extend this bizarre prank he was playing on me and say no. I just slipped into the bathroom as quickly as I could and lathered up in the hot water. The delay made the shower feel even better than normal, and I gave myself some well-deserved cock play with the slippery body soap I found in there. I tried to rub my ass, but it was still too sore from the night before. I pinched my nipple as I jizzed thinking about getting shared by a bunch of men and all the repetitive thrusting into my ass. I squirted straight down the drain, rinsed up and dried off. Coming out of the shower feeling like a new boy, I found my bro sitting on the couch with his Xbox booted up and his headphones on. 

I headed for his room where I had dropped my bag, but didn’t see it where I had left it. My stomach sank as I came to the realization that he might’ve hidden my clothes.

I came out to the living room in my towel, and asked him, “Where are my clothes?”

He lifted one ear off his headphones, looked at me confused, and queried, “They aren’t where you left them?”

“No,” I said softly.

“Hmm, the clothes fairy must’ve got ‘em,” he said with a shrug, referring to what mom used to tell us as kids whenever something went missing, a “fairy” took it away. 

He just went back to his game and ignored me, as I rolled my eyes and went into his room to look for my bag. Finding nothing, I walked past him again to look through the kitchen, and then the hallway closet. Coming up empty, I decided to enter the bedrooms of his roommates, but found each one locked. Oh well, I thought, and I decided to just grab some oversized clothes of my brother’s to wear. I went into his room and opened his dresser, and the first drawer was completely empty. Oh god, I thought to myself. I opened more drawers and they were each empty. He had cleared out all of his clothes. What is going on? I thought, as I opened his very bottom drawer. The wood roller panels were slightly stuck, and I had to force it open, and then I finally saw the only article of clothing he apparently had in his entire room, a small, golden jockstrap, with the navy blue initials of the university embroidered onto it, along with a little brown bear cub.

I started to find this mild manipulation somewhat amusing, so I put it on. I didn’t even mind being naked if he didn’t care, so why not feel a little sexy and put this on? 

I donned the skimpy jockstrap, which was a bit too small even for my narrow hips, and I looked at myself in the mirror in his room. I looked fucking hot as hell. My ass stuck out and looked plump. I bent over and looked at my pink hole between my legs, and watched it wink, and I literally turned myself on thinking about getting fucked last night. I always knew that guys older than me had a certain sway over me, but the memories of how deeply and quickly I swooned over those cool college guys with big cocks gave me a boner. I looked at my full bulge in the jockstrap and realized I had a great cock too. It was long and thick and probably a real mouthful.

I was still in my brother’s room when I heard voices of a few guys as they entered. 

“I’ll run out for some beers,” I heard my brother say, then the door shut and I just heard the guys talking. They sounded hot, kind of masculine and bro-ey. I didn’t want to walk out in front of strangers wearing just a random jockstrap, so I stayed in Michael’s room and charged my phone, but I left the door open a crack.

After a few minutes of texting friends, I heard a light knock on the open door, and looked up to see a guy standing there, no shirt, just a pair of jeans on. He had good abs, definitely worked out. He was one of those taller guys with mussy hair, naturally hot so he didn’t have to try hard at it.

“Hey,” I said, trying to pretend like it wasn’t weird that I was sitting alone wearing a jockstrap in my brother’s bed.

“Hey, I’m Nolan. You’re Rob, right? Brax’s brother?” he asked me.

“Yeah,” I said, “he stole all my clothes.” 

“What an ass.”

“Try growing up with him.”

“No, I meant yours.” He said with a smirk.

I rolled my eyes, but blushed at the same time. 

“You wanna hang out?” I asked, deciding I might as well have some fun if I’m basically going to be pranked all day.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked as he approached the bed.

I thought for a second, then asked, “Do you know where they keep the lube?”

His eyes lit up and I could see his bulge, he didn’t even answer, just leaned down and kissed me. I was not expecting that, since last night I got fucked by a whole room full of guys but didn’t get kissed once. This guy was passionate, and I could feel his light facial hair rubbing against me. I got so turned on immediately and my boner popped out of my jock strap. My big red and pink cock contrasted with the bright gold of the fabric, and Nolan grabbed it as soon as he saw it, and jerked me off while his tongue massaged my mouth. I was in heaven.

I pulled away and asked, “Do you want to fuck me?”

He replied, “Have you been fucked before?”

“More times than I can count.” I responded, which was technically true—I just left out the part that it was literally last night.

He liked that answer, and pulled down the front of his jeans, revealing a thick, hard man’s cock with some precum coating the head. I knew what to do with that, and I leaned over to lick it off. I got on my hands and knees while he stood next to the bed, and I chugged his cock like a snake swallowing its meal. I learned just enough the night before to know not to use my teeth, and how to dull my gag reflex as much as I could. He quickly aligned to my oral work and put his hand on my head, pressing me down to help me swallow as much as I could. 

Before I realized what was happening, another guy was grabbing my ass from behind. Was it one of the roommates? I wasn’t sure, but Nolan held my head down. After the steamy hotness from the night before, I leaned into it and let them grab me. Soon I felt a second pair of hands. I didn’t even care who was groping me, if anything it made it hotter that I didn’t know who it was.

As if reading my mind, Nolan picked up one of the guys’ shirts, which had apparently been stripped, and put it over my eyes. My head was small enough that he could tie it in the back, and he double wrapped it so even when I tried, I could barely see anything. I could only see just enough to know that after they threw me on my back, lifted my legs and just barely started to penetrate me, someone turned off the lights. Now I was truly blindfolded, and to my delight I was getting stuffed again. I had been sore all day in my ass and even in my body, but in the presence of gorgeous men who smelled like a heavenly mix of testosterone and sweat, I felt suddenly loose and craving more stuffing. Someone, I think it was Nolan, continued kissing me and caressing my body and rubbing my cock while someone else was slowly opening me up again. Someone put on music in the room and guys started chatting. I thought I heard at least five different voices in the room, some more familiar than others. I just went into my slut mode and tried to make out with anyone nearby me.

When there was no one near my face, I humped up into the air and pushed back into whoever was fucking my ass. Just like the night before, the guy who came first made a big dramatic pageant out of it. He announced that was about to cum, then groaned a low growl like a bear protecting her cubs, and held inside me deeply. It was too deep, and I felt like I could feel it in my stomach, but the pain was welcome, because I knew he was about to remove himself from me, and I would soon feel empty. But, it wouldn’t be for long, as another cock was lined up and taking his place. They started to turn me in various positions, and I would reach up to feel their abs. They welcomed me touching anything I wanted, except when I reached for my cock, someone would grab my wrist and hold it down on the bed.

When the face fucking started, I was already so horny that I thought I might cum just from the anal. Without seeing the dick, it was hard to get a rhythm on my bobbing, but they didn’t seem to have a problem using my mouth like a pocket pussy. The first one to cum in my mouth took me by surprise. I choked on it at first, but he held himself in my mouth, and I was able to swallow the next few loads. Somehow, the blindfold made everything even more hot. It was like I was living in a porn video that I hadn’t even seen before. 

The night was dark and my body was on fire. I had the distinct feeling that tonight’s party wasn’t like the impromptu gangbang from the night before. This was too convenient, and had something to do with me being left with only a jockstrap to wear. 

Finally, after I had taken at least two loads on each end, someone started jerking me off, and even blowing me for a few seconds at a time. I was just a toy for men to use, and that’s the way I liked it tonight, but every toy needs some maintenance care as well, and I screamed into the warm air of the room when I finally came. I felt it hit my face and the shirt over my eyes, and spraying my chest and tummy. Essentially spent, I laid on my front and let the last of the cum blasting bros ravage me until they were done. Even though I had cum, I still felt empty when the last guy pulled out of me. I felt like I was alone in the room, so I finally reached for my blindfold, only to be stopped by a gentle but firm hand on mine.

A familiar voice whispered in my ear, “Leave it on, no use ruining the love is blind vibe now.”

I felt oddly comforted after a blanket was thrown over me, and a strong, familiar chest and upper body gripped me tight as I fell asleep.