The Guys in My Girlfriend’s Dorm - Part 5

Everyone is 18 and this is fiction.

It was like I had taken ecstasy. With a dick in my mouth and another, I suspected, about to enter my ass, I just wanted to make these boys cum.

The climax of this event was just that, climactic. My inhibitions had dropped to zero, especially when I remember how my girlfriend had given implicit permission for me to fool around with the boys in the hall. I pictured her watching me, her loving boyfriend, getting man-handled by her big dicked hallmates, and it made it even better.

When Peyton finally stuck the tip of his dick inside me, I flinched a bit and it slid out. But with a mouth full of cock I couldn’t really protest, and he steadied my hips in his hands, and leaned forward to re-insert it, assuring me with “it’s ok good boy, daddy’s gonna give you what you need”. Coming from a guy the same age as me, but hitting me with the I’m your daddy vibe was a head trip for me. He actually went very slowly after that, and gently rocked the tip of his cock back and forth at my opening, only inserting probably one more inch per minute. When he hit balls deep I felt pangs deep inside me, a mix of pressure, discomfort, and lust.

My mind went to all the times I’d seen dicks in my life, from my brothers to my friends in school. It was like my mind was exploding and realizing for the first time that men could pleasure me in ways I hadn’t imagined. I started to believe that I was put on this Earth to be a hole for guys to use. My returned erection confirmed that everything was right in the world in this moment. They started to rock my body back and further between them, so the movement was making my mouth and ass get fucked in alternating stuffings. Derek was going ham and regularly entering my throat, and he started chatting casually with Peyton, “This boy likes it rough”. “Yeah he does” replied Peyton, never stopping his thrusting, “He reminds me of your friend that visited last week”. Derek chuckled “Yeah but he kept tapping out when we shared him. This piggy can take it all”.

Wow I thought. This wasn’t their first time sharing a slutty boy. I’ll be honest the compliment made me happy. If I was gonna do this I wanted to be good at it. I moaned hearing their praise of me. I loved hearing them call me a good boy. And I loved how hard I made their dicks. Without warning, but with a light grunt, Derek started cumming in my mouth. His cock was pulsing hard, telling us it was a good one. Peyton started going harder and fucked me honestly a bit too rough, but I braced knowing I was about to get another load I craved. When they were both finally spent, I sat up and said “Thanks guys”. They both laughed and assured me the pleasure was all theirs. We showered together and played a little grabass, and talked about video games and college. They called me smart pig cause I was visiting from an Ivy League school. I told them I loved the new experience and was down to do it anytime I was back visiting my girlfriend again.

When I was dried off and changed I checked my phone, and there were a dozen texts from my girlfriend. I initially freaked out, until I read them. Apparently some other guy had walked into the showers and saw us going at it, then left without us seeing him. He recognized me and told her about it. She sent all these encouraging texts saying “get that dick” and “tell me all the details when you’re back” and stuff like that. I hurried back to her dorm and walked inside, a nervous but huge smile across my face. She matched my smile and asked me how it went. It was 4am at this point and her roommate was gone for the night.

I told her every detail. While I was doing so she started kissing my neck and grabbing my boner which came back again, and she rubbed herself as well. We ended up having the best sex I’ve ever had with her, and barely fell asleep around sunrise. The future agreement was that, with her permission each time, I was allowed to explore with any boy I wanted. And boy did I.

A week later, my girlfriend was back home visiting her family, but I was back at her school, having dinner with Derek. “So” started Derek when we sat down at the dining hall “How many times do you think you could make me cum in one day?”

My mouth dropped open in awe that he would talk about that in public, where literally everyone around us could hear. I guess that’s what Derek was known for. People at the next table looked at us a bit funny. “Um…” I hesitated, and he just popped a tater tot in his mouth.