6 comments/ 43545 views/ 17 favorites Dormitory Slut By: Boxlicker101 Lester Logan woke up on Saturday morning after the best night of sleep he had been able to get since beginning college and moving into the dormitory at State University. He somehow felt at peace with the world, and he suddenly realized why. On the previous evening, he had come back to his room from the library and had seen Stanley Brady, his roommate, sleeping nude on top of his bed with a big erection, his body writhing from what was obviously an erotic dream. His stiff cock, as it waved back and forth, had been so enticing Lester couldn't resist, and had started sucking on it, while trying to avoid awakening the man, who was not aware of his roommate's gayness. He had not been successful and Stan, whom Lester thought of as a bear in the gay parlance, woke up. Instead of being irate, he encouraged Les to continue, and both men immensely enjoyed the end of the blow job, when Stan climaxed, filling his roommate's mouth with cum. In the ensuing discussion, they came to the conclusion that they had a good thing going, and that some of the other horny men in the dorm would also very much enjoy a session with their cocks in Lester's ass or mouth. The idea of being a dormitory slut intrigued him and, when he finally got into his own bed, after sucking Stanley off a second time, he enjoyed sweet dreams of other horny and well-hung bears. He lay in bed for a few minutes and was treated to a sight that brought the previous evening back more sharply. Stanley, still nude, which seemed to be his usual mode of sleeping, got out of bed and strolled into the bathroom the two men shared, with his big cock hard and swinging in front of him. Lester realized the erection was no more than morning wood and would disappear after his roommate urinated, but it was still a very pleasant sight. After the toilet flushed and water in the sink ran, the big man reappeared, still naked, but with his cock soft and hanging between his legs. "Good morning, Les. I'm about to take a shower, if you want to use the john before I start. Or, if you want to join me in the shower." It was a no-brainer for Lester. After greeting Stan, he rolled out of his bed and headed for the bathroom, where he took care of his own needs. When he was done, he returned to the room to answer his roommate's invitation. As he did, he smiled at the sight of the flaccid cock that appeared to be starting to stir again. "Showering together sounds like fun. And it'll save water too." Water conservation was not what either man had in mind, and they both knew it. Once in the bathroom, Stanley turned on the warm water while Lester began removing his pajamas, exposing his slender, almost hairless body. His roomie, and soon to be sex partner, smiled at the unveiling, especially that of the other man's succulent ass. As they crowded into the shower stall together, his hands were fondling the soft, smooth white hemispheres. He hoped to be plunging his cock between those perfect globes in the near future, but not that morning. Lester liked the feel of the big man's hands on his ass, and he also enjoyed it when those same hands started soaping his back and down both sides of his legs. After the cascading warm water had sluiced off all the suds, both men turned around, and he did the same for Stanley, except that he did not spend as much time caressing the big man's ass. When he straightened up again, Stan turned to face him and washed his chest, but not his pubic area, which Les had expected. He knew his roommate had no interest in fondling or even touching somebody's cock, so he washed that part of his body himself. It was almost time for what Lester had been thinking about since first seeing his roommate walking naked into the bathroom. He washed Stan's hairy body and arms quickly, before reaching what he considered the most important part of the shower. Getting to his knees, he lathered up the cock and balls that were inches in front of his face, reveling in the way the former stiffened under his ministrations. "Move back a little," he instructed the man who would soon be getting sucked off, pushing gently against him so he would move to let the stream of water rinse off the soap Lester had just applied. Those were the first words either man had said since before they stepped into the bathroom, except for some appreciative murmurs. With Stanley's cock clean and rinsed and fully erect, Lester kissed it, finding it even better against his lips than it had been the night before. After cuddling the head between his lips and relishing the velvety texture under his tongue, he slowly moved his face forward, enveloping the stiff organ all the way to the back of his throat, while his tongue laved the smooth sides. He kept it there for a few seconds, licking its length, before moving his head back until just the tip was between his lips. "My god, Les, that feels even better than it did last night, but let's go out to my bed. It'll be even better there, for both of us." As much fun as he was having, Lester had to admit the bear was right. He withdrew his mouth, kissing the head one last time, and arose. The two men left the shower and quickly dried each other off before hurrying over to the bed that awaited them. Stanley headed to his own bed and, after turning on his lamp, pulled the coverings, except for the bottom sheet, out of the way and replaced them with the towel he had brought from the bathroom. With the bed prepared for their fun, he lay on his back with his head resting on his pillow and his legs spread. Lester was right behind him and knelt between those same hairy legs so he could lean forward, with the weight of his upper body being supported on his left hand. His right hand held Stanley's cock upright, which was not really necessary, because it was standing erect on his own. He lowered his face and, once again, began by licking the head before slowly enveloping its length in his mouth. The thick shaft felt even better than it had in the shower a few minutes earlier and far better than it had the previous night, because he was in the perfect position to derive the most pleasure, and there was no worry about what might happen if the big man woke up. The first few times the long, hard cock passed between his lips, Lester took it in only to the back of his mouth but, after that, he opened his throat and let the head ease itself all the way in, until his lips and nose were being tickled by the bear's brown pubic hair. It was great for the other man too, and he let his roommate know how much he was relishing having his cock sucked that morning. "Oooo, yeah, that's good," he sighed. "You're the best." He really meant that, too. Stanley had been sucked off several times, by girl friends and by gay men, and he always reveled in the sensations. Those times had been fun, but Les's mouth felt at least as good wrapped around his cock as that of any of the previous people, and better than anybody he could have named offhand. He was also glad he had thought to turn on the light. One of the things Stan loved about being sucked off was watching the face of the person doing it, and there would not have been enough light coming in through the window to let him do that. Les's white face, under the long blonde hair he had brushed back, looked as good as that of most women, and the blue eyes looking up adoringly at him were every bit as erotic as those of his occasional girl friend. He was basically straight, but not at all averse to a sexual dalliance with a gay man as pretty as his young, blonde roommate, whom he saw as a perfect twink. The blow job was going great for Lester too, and he was glad the light was on too. He also loved looking up at the face of his sex partner to watch the waves of pleasure flickering across the man's visage, and he doted on men with hairy chests and bodies. Stanley was not a disappointment in either category, and the delight he was experiencing was obvious. Even better was the way the big bear's cock felt as it passed between his lips – the perfect thickness to spread them apart, but not so big as to be painful or to prevent Lester from caressing the erection with his tongue and the insides of his mouth. As he continued slowly bobbing his head with his mouth engulfing everything Stan had to offer, Lester's own cock grew as hard as the one in his mouth. He wrapped his right hand around the stiff shaft and started stroking in the same tempo as the movements of his head, taking sexual pleasure from both places. The slow sucking and masturbating went on for a long time, and Lester also continued to watch Stanley's face and body until saw the big man beginning to writhe in bliss from the sexual pleasure he was getting. Knowing that meant an impending climax, Les started stroking faster with his mouth and his hand. He stopped giving deep throat too, because he wanted the resultant burst of cum to land on his tongue, where he would enjoy it to the fullest. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" Stanley grunted in time with the movements of the man who was making him feel so good. "Ooooo! Oooo, yea," he blurted as his climax exploded and he shot his semen into Les's mouth. It landed perfectly and immediately pleased his taste buds, but Lester wanted more. He kept sucking, and Stanley ejaculated twice more, filling his partner's mouth with his delicious juices. When he was sure there would be no more of the treat, he removed the cock from his mouth and held it upright so nothing would drip out onto the bed. While his own climax built up, almost to the point of eruption, he pumped his own cock and swirled Stanley's juices in his mouth. Just as he swallowed them, he started cumming, and his own semen gushed from his cock onto the towel. His stroking continued, but slower, until Lester ejaculated for what he knew would be the last time. Stanley's head, with a smile of joy on his face, was still nestled in his pillow, until he opened his eyes and saw Les squeezing the last of his cum from his own cock. "Nothing like starting the day with a bang, right?" he remarked. Lester smiled in agreement and used the towel to wipe the cum from his own cock, but wouldn't let Stanley's semen meet the same fate. Instead, he leaned forward and licked off all the juices his mouth had elicited, being extra careful to get what was clinging to the underside of the ridge. He could feel the cock in his hand softening, and knew there would be no more sexual fun for them that morning, but hoped there would be some in the afternoon or evening. Besides studying, both men had things they needed to do that Saturday, such as visiting the coin operated laundry in the dormitory, but first they needed to go to the student union for breakfast. After finishing the morning ablutions they had been so glad to interrupt, they got dressed and walked from dormitory row to the large building, where they served themselves in the cafeteria. The two sat together at one of the many small tables, until Stanley saw six students from their dormitory seated at one of the larger one. "Excuse me, Les. I need to go talk to those guys. I'll be right back," he said, and left his half-finished meal. Lester watched while Stanley spoke with the other men, but was unable to hear anything being said. Because sometimes one of them glanced in his direction, he believed they were talking about him, and he remembered something he had discussed with Stanley on the previous night right after sucking him off the first time. They had talked about how so many of the guys in the dorm who, even though they were basically straight, would want to have sex with a gay man just to satisfy their needs and his. The words "dormitory slut" had come into his mind, and he had really liked the thought. Lester wondered if Stanley might have been discussing dates for quickies between him and them. A few minutes after leaving, his roommate returned, and ended the wondering. Stan sat down and took the last bite of his scrambled eggs and a sip of his coffee before starting to speak. "Les, do you remember what we talked about last night, in between the two times you blew me?" "You mean about me getting it on with some of the other horny guys in the dorm? Yeah. Is that what you were talking about just now?" "Yes. You know, you don't have to do anything you don't want to do. You can tell me to forget about the whole idea right now, if you want to, and I will." Lester definitely didn't want to do that. The thought of sex with a series of men from the dormitory where they lived had intrigued him the previous night, and he was just as interested then. He looked more closely at the six men seated at the other table, thinking of them as possible sex partners, rather than simply young men who shared his dormitory. One of them, Justin Crowley, was big and muscular, a bear like Stan, and just the type of man Les preferred. He remembered thinking a few weeks earlier about how he would love to have the man's cock plowing in and out of his his ass, but had never dared mention it to anybody. Any of the men would be alright, but his first choice would have been Justin. He realized any of the men who fucked his ass or were sucked off by him would be using him, but he would also be using them. "No, I don't want to forget about it," Lester answered Stanley's query. "I liked the thought last night, and I like it even more today." "Well, you can have any of those guys you want this evening, in your bed or his. Or all six if you'd like, but nobody would expect that." He grinned at that thought. "Six guys, even one or two at a time, would be a little much. But, how about Justin, and I'd rather use my own bed. And you too, if you're still interested." "Justin? Yeah, he's been asking about you since the first time he saw you, but didn't want to say anything to you because he didn't know how you would take it. You know I'm interested, but do you mean just to watch or to get involved?" "Whichever you'd rather, but I'd rather you were involved." "Me too. I'll go over and talk to Justin. The other guys'll be disappointed, but they'll survive. Is there anything you want to tell him first?" "The other guys will get their turn too. At least, I hope they do. And tell Justin I don't want to be treated like a two-bit whore. And that he should be clean and shave just like he's going on a date with his girl friend. And tell him to bring his own rubbers, if he wants to get his dick in my ass. I practice safe sex only." "I'll tell him that. What time do you want him to come over? How about seven o'clock this evening. I know we all have to study and we all have some chores we have to take care of, but that should give him and us enough time to get everything done." "Seven is good, in our room, in my bed." Stan finished eating his hotcakes, which were coldcakes by then, and went back to the other table to tell one man the good news and the others the bad news. Justin smiled and waved to Lester, who responded the same way. He was already looking forward to what promised to be the best night of sex for him since starting his classes at the university. He took care of a few mundane chores, including his laundry and did a bit of shopping at a big drug store a few blocks off campus. There he bought a pack of condoms, some new face towels and a plastic squeeze bottle of Aqualube. He believed the condom was the responsibility of the top man but, if Justin forgot to bring some, Lester wanted to be sure they were available. He had heard enough of the ravages of AIDS and STD's that, as he had told Stan and the other guys, he practiced strictly safe sex, and he would prefer to provide the protection rather than not be fucked that evening. He considered the lubricant to be something for the bottom to provide, and wanted to be sure what he and Justin used was of good quality, and the towels were for him to masturbate onto while his ass or mouth was being crammed. The rest of the day was spent studying, although he had trouble concentrating while anticipating what would start happening at seven o'clock that evening. A few minutes before the arranged time, he and Stanley were sitting on Lester's bed, discussing the best way to greet his "gentleman caller." "I don't know about Justin," Stan opined, "but when I'm with a woman, I'll do whatever foreplay she needs to get really excited. But not so much if it's a gay guy I'm coming to see." "Me too. I mean, I don't need anything to get excited. I've been thinking about it all day, and I'm already hot to trot. If I'm in a relationship with a guy, we hug and kiss and make out just like you would do with a girl but, in a booty call like tonight, all I want to do is enough to get his dick hard enough, and that's simple." They finally decided the best way for Lester to greet Justin was to be ready for sex, and the way to do that was for him to be lying bare naked on his belly with his ass on display. That would avoid any nervousness for the young man who would be visiting, since they were fairly sure this couldn't be something he was accustomed to doing. First, they took off all the bedding, except for the bottom sheet, which Lester had washed that day, and placed his pillow on the bed, covered by a clean face towel where it would be under his waist. With the bed prepared, he stripped off every stitch of his clothing, but he would not lie down until they heard a knock on the door. Justin was a very meticulous young man, and he wanted to be sure to be on time, but not excessively early. As Stan had advised him, he would not treat his date as a whore, but he would also not treat him as a steady girl friend. Some kissing might be alright, but not too much and, definitely, no tongues involved. He had showered and shaved an hour earlier, including applying cologne he regarded as rather too sweet smelling, and had even decided to bring a small bouquet of fresh flowers. "Can't do any harm," he had told himself before buying them. "And it might even help get me more of that nice, cute ass in the future." Promptly at seven, he knocked on the door and heard movement inside. He was a bit surprised when Stanley answered the door, and even more surprised to see what he took to be an attractive naked woman lying on a bed in the middle of the room. Not until that "woman" turned his head and smiled did Justin realize it was Lester, but he continued to admire the shapely form just as much. He handed the flowers to Stan, who dug a Styrofoam cup out of the waste basket, added water and placed it with the flowers on the nightstand next to where Lester's bed would usually be. While he was doing that, Justin approached the place where his date was waiting for him. "Hi, Justin," the naked man greeted him. I hope you know what to do." "Well, I think I do." "The first thing you have to do is take off your clothes." He watched while Justin removed all his clothing, including sitting on the bed to take off his shoes and socks. Lester was elated when his visitor stood up, because his cock was almost fully erect, and looked to be big enough to give his ass a terrific time. "Let me see that nice big dick now." As Justin stood near the head of the bed, he held the object of his lust gently in his fingers. "Mmmmmn yeah, this is just right." After that, Lester said no more, for his mouth was full of his visitor's semi-erect cock. He stroked it only a few times with his lips, because Les had other plans for the organ that had become fully erect in his mouth. "I want this nice, big dude in my ass," he informed his guest. "But first, I need you to put on your condom and use some of that lube from the bottle between my legs." Justin had been too interested in Lester's curvy, white ass to notice the plastic squeeze bottle of Aqualube until it was pointed out to him, but he picked it up and twisted off the cap. Les reached back and spread his ass cheeks. Dormitory Slut Ch. 02 "Hey, Les, wait up a minute." Lester Logan thought he recognized the voice, so he stopped with his key still in the lock of the door to his dormitory room and turned around to look. As he had thought, the speaker was Martin Briggs, the athletic young black man who lived in the same dormitory and had one class with Lester. He waited for his dorm mate, whom he really didn't know very well, to approach, wondering if it was about something in that class or something more sexual in nature. He hoped it was the latter, because he was feeling rather horny and knew the best way to take care of that situation was to have his ass fucked by a big cock while he used his hand to stroke himself to a climax. His roommate and some other men in the dormitory had been taking care of those needs, but it was already Wednesday night, and he hadn't gotten any since the previous Sunday afternoon. "Hi, Les. Got something I want to ask you." "Sure, Marty. C'mon in here and sit down." If the reason was the erotic one, this would be the place to take care of it; if not, it was better to sit and talk in the room than to stand in the hall. He pushed the door open and closed it after they had entered, hearing the snap lock click into place. Over in the corner was his bed, and that seemed to be the best place for them, whether they just sat and discussed class work or fucked. Lester walked in that direction and sat down, while Martin followed. "What did you think of old Bronson today? Did you get what he was saying about hydrocarbons?" Lester asked. This was a reference to the class they had in common, which was Organic Chemistry. "Yeah. I thought he did a really good job of explaining everything." "Me too." Lester was glad to hear that, because it meant Martin had something in mind besides classwork, and he thought he knew what it was. He moved over closer to the other man and placed one hand on Martin's knee. The questing hand was not pushed away. In fact, Martin leaned back with the weight of his upper body supported on his hands. It looked to Lester as if his dorm mate was offering his cock to be sucked, which could be a preliminary to something else or could be a sex act in itself. He moved his hand so it was at mid-thigh of the other man and waited for the signal to do what he wanted and what he thought and hoped Martin wanted. The young black man continued. "But that's not what I wanted to ask you. I broke up with my girlfriend two weeks ago, and I've gotten so horny I can hardly sleep or study." "Well, you know there are ways to cure that problem." By that time, Lester's hand was touching Martin's cock head through the fabric and he thought he could feel it growing harder. "I know. I hear you're the best way." Now that he knew they were both looking for the same thing, Lester dropped any pretense of coyness. His hand covered his visitor's cock, which was semi-hard, and he squeezed it gently. He had always heard rumors that black men were all hung like stud bulls. Lester had never really believed that, but he had no experience to say whether it was true or not. The cock that was stiffening under his hand was certainly of a respectable size, but nothing like as massive as what he had heard. He had no problem with that, because too big would have been quite painful. What Martin seemed to have was an excellent size to give his mouth or ass a good time, so Lester unzipped the fly and reached his hand inside. The jeans were too tight to pull the stiffening cock through, but that was no problem. Within seconds, he had unbuttoned the waistband -- there was no belt to unfasten -- and pulled the big, black organ through the fly of Martin's jockey shorts. He smiled at what he had in his hand, which resembled a big chocolate bar, and he quickly did about what he would have done with an actual candy bar. Lester bent over to start licking the head, relishing the texture, like warm dark velvet. He licked in concentric circles, slowly lowering his face until his tongue was caressing under the ridge, when Martin interrupted him. "What if somebody comes in? Is your roommate cool with this?" Stanley Brady, the roommate in question was extremely cool with what the two men were starting to do. He fucked or was sucked off by Lester more than any other man, either when they were by themselves at night in the room they were sharing or joining in when another man was with his roommate. Les liked that kind of action most of all, because that usually meant his mouth and ass were crammed full of hard cocks at the same time. "Brady? Yeah, he's cool." "Why don't you hang a towel on the door to let him know you've got company?" He had never bothered doing that, but saw no harm in it. If Stanley came home and saw the signal, he would either stay away or come in hoping to join in, and either was alright with Lester. He went to the bathroom to get a towel, hung it on the outside doorknob and returned to where Martin was waiting on the bed. In the interval, the young man had removed his shoes and socks and pulled his pants down below his knees. Lester sat back down again and held the black cock -- fully erect by then -- in his hand but, before taking it into his mouth again, he made a suggestion. "You know, I'd really rather get this big dude in my ass." "Yeah? Me too. In your ass, I mean." "Well, when I do that, I like to get naked and we have to use some of that lube over there." As he spoke, he pointed to the plastic bottle of Aqualube on the night stand beside the head of the bed. "Okay. Any way you say." The two men quickly stripped off the rest of their clothing and, when he was naked, Martin went over and brought back the bottle of lubricant, along with one of the condoms that were always available there. While they were no longer sitting on the bed, Lester removed the covers, except for the bottom sheet and his pillow. With that part of his preparation done, he went to the bathroom, returned carrying his towel and spread it across the bed. It would be used to catch his semen when he climaxed from masturbating, rather than spraying the bed sheet with his own cum and having to sleep in it later. With the bed prepared and Martin standing with the lubricant and a condom in his hands, Lester smiled at the sight of the black cock that would momentarily be pleasuring his ass. Contrary to the rumors, it was not particularly big, being no longer or thicker than his roommate's equipment, but it was enough to give him a great time, especially when he combined it with stroking his own cock until he climaxed. That was still, he hoped, quite a while in the future, so he lay face down, with his pillow under his waist, waiting for Martin to put on the condom and prepare the ass he would be fucking. The first was easy, and something he had done many times. However, he was not sure about the latter part, so he asked for instructions. Lester reached back with his hands and spread his ass cheeks. "Put the tip of the bottle into the hole and squeeze." Seconds later, he felt the cool, oily liquid gush into his eager ass, and he continued with the instructions. "Now, stick your middle finger into me and spread it around. Cover your cock with it too. It's better to use more than you need than not enough." The infusion of the lubricant had felt good, but Lester quivered with excitement as he felt the long finger eased into his ass, far enough to massage his prostate gland, which he usually thought of as being his equivalent of a girl's clit. When the finger was withdrawn, Lester pictured his dorm mate coating his cock and continued holding his ass cheeks apart. His legs were spread wide, and he felt the bed shaking as the other man knelt between them and, to support his weight, placed his left hand on one side of the horny gay man's nude body. Although he had never fucked anybody's ass before, Martin's cock had been in enough pussies that he had no problem figuring out what to do. The white butt with the soft cheeks and the pink rosebud looked better than some of those pussies had anyhow. Holding his cock with one hand to guide it, he lowered his body until the tip was pressed up against the puckered area that was his goal. Even as Martin looked down, Lester moved his fingers slightly to separate the edges of the hole, and Martin rubbed his cock up and down in the resulting small opening, before thrusting forward and making the first penetration. "Ooooo, yeah," Lester murmured happily as he felt the hard head wedge its way into his ass. The tightness and slickness of the pretty pink and white ass felt great to Martin too. He could have masturbated, and he had done so after the breakup with his girlfriend, but it had been very unsatisfactory. Even covered with lubricant, his hand was hard and dry, and what he wanted was something soft and tight and slick. That was when he was told of the availability and talent of Lester, and how the young gay man was eager to have sex with the other men in the dorm. Skeptical and reluctant at first, he was glad he had decided to see if what he heard was true. It was. After thrusting forward again, and burrowing an inch of his hard cock in the ass that was so available, he almost wondered why he had even bothered with women anyhow. The tight hole he was starting to cram was just as cute as most pussies and tighter than any he knew of. It was slicker too, although he was aware that was the Aqualube. Lester was squirming under him and letting him know how good it was for him, which was something most of the girls he fucked had never done. Martin drove his cock forward again, and was gratified by the happy response from the man under him. "Oooo, yeah, that feels great. Just take your time and give me all you've got. I want that whole big, black tool up my ass." That was what Martin wanted too, and he took his time, stuffing his cock all the way into the accommodating ass under him. The squirming of his dorm mate made it easier and even more fun, and he didn't stop until he was lying full length on top of Les and could feel his short, curly pubic hair tickling the smooth insides of the bottom man's ass cheeks. The tiny movements both men were making added to their pleasure, so they stayed like that for a few minutes, before Martin started slowly drawing his cock back. Lester felt the thick shaft being drawn back, and he moaned in bliss while it massaged his clit. He could feel the head of the cock still stretching his ass, and he quivered in anticipation until he felt the stiff shaft surging back into him, stretching the opening, expanding the attached channel and, best of all, rubbing against his clit again. His body was already writhing in bliss from the fucking he was starting to get. Martin was having a fabulous time too, as he plowed his cock in and out of the tight ass of his partner. The Aqualube was working perfectly and had liquefied completely, so there was no friction, just a tight slick channel to drive his shaft in and out. The movements of Lester made everything better, as the cute little bottom man's body rocked from side to side and his legs thrust back and forth in the same tempo as the cock reaming his ass. Good as it was for him already, the man on the bottom knew how to make it even more pleasurable. "Let me get up on my knees," he suggested. "It'll make it better for both of us." The fucking was already so good Martin didn't know how it could be better, but he let the more experienced man do it his way. With his cock buried all the way in Lester's ass, he helped the other man get to his knees, so he was kneeling directly behind him with his pubic hair still brushing against the soft insides of Les's cheeks. When they were in the different position, he slowly drew his cock back as he had been doing, paused, and began plunging the shaft back into the tight, oily hole that had already been so fabulous. He found out immediately how it would be better. He drove his cock slowly into the slick hole that felt so good, and Lester fucked back to meet him. Their two bodies came solidly together, with his cock driving even more deeply into the hospitable pink hole. The next time he thrust forward, the gay man's body met him again, and this time Martin watched as his black cock was being engulfed between the creamy white cheeks in front of him. If he hadn't already known, he would not have been able to tell if it was a man's ass or a pussy, and he didn't much care by then. Lester cared a lot because, from the great fucking he was getting, his own cock was just as hard as the one being driven in and out of him. Supporting himself and pushing back with his left hand only, he held his erection with the right, and started stroking it back and forth, quickly reaching the same tempo as the other man was using. Martin didn't know the protocol of the situation, but he leaned over to whisper into the ear that was next to his face "I'm almost ready to cum." "Good. So am I. Now, really give it to me, hard and fast." The top man had no problem doing that. He started plowing his throbbing cock into the succulent ass in front of him the way Les wanted, until he could feel the other man's balls brushing against his own as he did. Faster and faster, he drove his cock in and out, and every stroke was matched by his partner. Both men were panting and grunting from the exquisite pleasure, until Martin felt his climax welling up and erupting. It was so intense, it felt almost as though his guts were sliding out as he started cumming. "Oooo, yeah! He cried out ecstatically as he rammed his cock home and felt a big gob of semen blast out into his condom. He kept fucking until he ejaculated three more times and was done, sprawling across the luscious white ass before him. Lester kept pounding away at his cock too, deriving pleasure from where his ass was being stretched, the adjacent channel was being crammed, his clit was being massaged and his own shaft was jerking in his hand. His face twisted in ecstasy and a thick gush of cum spewed from his cock to land squarely on the towel under him. He didn't stop after one spurt either, but continued pumping until he also ejaculated three more times, and sagged forward into the puddle of semen he had just squirted out. Both men were well satisfied with the great fucking they had just shared. Les knew he would need to clean himself off before putting on his pajamas, but that would be easier than having to remake the bed with clean sheets. Martin's cock, still hard, was imbedded all the way in his ass, and still sending waves of pleasure through his body, but they were no more than ripples compared to the crashing breakers that had inundated him before. Neither man felt the need to say anything until the black cock softened and slipped out of the white ass it had provided with so much joy and had received so much joy from. "That was terrific, Les. I hope we can get together again, lots of times." I don't see any reason why we can't." Even as he spoke, Lester was grinning at the thought of how many horny young men would be sharing his bed that year. * Thank you for reading this story by me, Boxlicker101. Here is an URL to many more of my stories: http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=207952&page=submissions I hope you had as much fun as Lester and Martin did and will be having in the future. I like writing stories on Literotica, but I like it a lot more when I know that people are reading and enjoying them, and I appreciate it when readers take the time to express their opinions by voting. Like most of the authors on Literotica, I practically live for feedback from readers, either public comments or email to me. Such feedback, whether praise or criticism, helps me to write more and better stories, and I respond to it whenever I can. Dormitory Slut's Christmas Break This is an entry in the Winter Holiday Contest, and is a story of the further adventures of Lester Logan, a student at State University and the self-styled dormitory slut. For further details on his carnal adventures, see previous stories. * It was the evening of December 21, the beginning of Winter Break, which almost everybody calls Christmas Break, and Lester Logan was in something of a quandary over what he should do. For two weeks, through Sunday, January 6 of the following year, he would not be attending any of his classes at State University, which meant he would be free to do almost anything he wanted. Most of the other men in his dorm were going home to visit family, and he considered that as a possibility. However, the trip would be expensive, and his relatives have virtually disowned him because of his sexual orientation. He is gay, and they know it and consider that fact to be a terrible blot on the family name, and would far rather he try to spend as little time in their presence as he can manage. He does have friends in his home town, and he would have liked to see some of them again, but nobody there was really close. Being a gay man, he had no straight friends he would particularly want to travel to see, and the few other gay men he knew there had moved away or partnered up among themselves. The friends who remained would be glad enough to see him, but it is well known that two is company and three is a crowd, and he knew he would be that third person when around those friends and their partners. Staying in the dormitory over the break would have its advantages. "I could get caught up on my studying," Lester told himself, referring to the pre-med course he was taking. "Maybe even get a little ahead, with no classes to attend and no new assignments." He had some close associates in the dormitory, and the thought of them made him smile. They often studied together and, after their minds were filled with medical and other scientific details, some of them undressed and fucked him in his ass or were sucked off by him until he and they climaxed, often multiple times. He didn't know how many would be staying over the break but, if a few of them were and they were in the mood for more of that kind of activity, that would definitely help him make up his mind. "Stan will be staying here," he mused. That was a reference to his roommate and most frequent sex partner. Stanley Brady is a bear of a man and also a pre-med student, as are most of the young men in the dorm. For his own personal reasons, which he did not care to talk about, Stan would be staying over, and he had let Lester know how much he would enjoy more of what they had been doing for the last three months. The thought of his roommate's big, hard cock and the way it had felt in his ass and mouth were the two most important factors in Lester's decision to stay in the dormitory for the next two weeks. He called his family to tell them he would be staying. They seemed more relieved than disappointed at the news, but they did wish him a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. Besides being roommates, regular sex partners and study buddies, Lester and Stan are also friends, and they frequently eat together at the cafeteria in the student union. The evening of December 21 was one of those times, and they were joined by Justin Crowley, another young dorm mate and pre-med student who regularly shared sexual pleasures with the cute blonde twink. He was a bear too, and Lester wondered if he was staying in the dorm over the winter break, and if he would also be interested in sharing some carnal fun, possibly beginning that night. "Hi, Les. Hi, Stan," he greeted the two as he placed his tray on the long table they had to themselves. They returned the greeting. Many people had already left for the holiday, and the place was much less crowded than it usually would have been on a Friday evening. According to Pauletta Powers, the weekend manager, the cafeteria would be open for the next two weeks, but with a smaller staff and less choice available. All three of the men had, coincidentally, settled on a hamburger and macaroni casserole, and Justin commented on how the food there would be even duller than usual for the next two weeks. "Oh? Are you staying here over the Christmas break?" Lester asked the man who had just joined them. He tried to avoid sounding too interested, but he couldn't help remembering how Justin had been the first man at the university to fuck his ass, after he had sucked Stanley off three times. The fourth blow job for his roommate had been simultaneous with Justin's big cock massaging his prostate, which he thinks of and refers to as his clit, and that evening was still one of the fondest memories he had of being the dormitory slut, or even in his life as a gay man. He hoped he would be able to store away a memory just as good that evening. "Yeah," Justin answered his query. "There's nothing I really want to go home to, and I'd just as soon stay here and get caught up on my coursework. How about you guys?" "I am too," Lester replied. "Staying here over the Christmas break. Like you, I don't have anything or anybody I really want to go home to." "I'm staying too." Stanley gave no reason for his choice of action, and nobody asked him for one, figuring it was his own business. The three men looked at each other; especially the two bears looked at Lester. They were horny, as only young single men can get on a Friday evening when they are without female companionship, and they both wondered how the cute blonde man would feel about a hot sex session after they left the cafeteria. Lester knew how he felt, and he also knew he would be the one to decide if their night would conclude in a jolly threesome in his bed. He already knew Stanley wanted and expected to enjoy a sexual rendezvous after dinner, and he was fairly sure Justin would want to join in. "How about coming up to mine and Stan's room and having some fun after we get done eating." "I'd love it," Justin answered. "As long as it's okay with you, Stan." "No problem." For the three men, that settled what they would be doing that night. The only question that might arise would be how many times they would come during their session. For the rest of the meal, nothing more was said on the subject, and conversation was on classes and gossip about some of their classmates. When they left, it was to walk together over to the dorm and upstairs to the room occupied by the two roommates. Stanley unlocked the door and locked it again when all three were inside. Because he spends much of his time naked, Lester likes to keep the temperature fairly warm, so they all immediately took off their jackets and tossed them onto Stanley's bed. As usual, they removed their shoes at the door, and Lester sat down on his bed to also remove his socks, because he considers it to be showing disrespect not to take them off, if possible, before sex. The other two men sat beside him to follow his example. As always, there was a brief moment of awkwardness while Justin and Stan waited for the man who would be their sex partner to make the first move. Either of them expected to be sucked off and to fuck Les in his cute, tight ass, but they would wait for him to determine the order of who did what and when. He didn't make them wait very long. Stanley was sitting to his left, and Lester reached over with his right hand and started to pull down the zipper on the big man's pants. The bear grinned happily and, while Lester reached into the fly of his boxer shorts, leaned back on his hands to enjoy what was about to happen. It was not hard at first, but the gentle fondling started to stiffen Stan's cock, and a few strokes between his roommate's lips turned his shaft as hard as the steel legs of the bed. The position was rather awkward, so Lester stood up and took the face towel hanging on the head of the bed and placed it on the floor in front of where he would be kneeling. After licking the head of the stiff cock, he knelt in front of Stanley and started to unfasten his belt so he could pull the man's pants all the way off. The bear sat up then and removed his shirt and, after his pants and shorts had been removed, he was totally naked. Seeing what was happening, Justin was elated to know he was going to be the first to fuck the succulent ass of the blonde twink. He got up also and went to the dresser where he knew there were condoms and Aqualube on top, as well as a damp towel, and brought them back. He undressed himself and, after applying the condom, knelt behind Les and started providing the same service for the kneeling man. While continuing to slowly suck Stanley's cock in and out of his mouth, Lester raised his knees, one at a time, from the floor to help with his disrobing. Justin also removed the kneeling man's shirt and, when they were done, all three of the youthful students were naked and all were eager for some hot sex. The next thing that needed to be done was the preparation of Lester's ass. He reached back to spread his cheeks, and Justin inserted the tip of the squeeze bottle of lubricant and squirted in a big dollop. The finger that was inserted to spread the Aqualube was long enough to massage his clit, and Les squirmed and wiggled in avid anticipation of something longer and thicker that would be doing more of the same, but doing it much better. He didn't have to wait very long because, after he used more of the lube to coat his erection, the man who would be fucking him was just as eager to get his cock into the tight, oily place he had just prepared. Using the thumb and finger of his left hand, Justin reached between the soft and creamy white cheeks being held apart for him and pried open the pink hole in the center. With his right hand, he guided his cock, pressed it against the target awaiting him and moved it up and down to make a small penetration. When the tip of his cock was between the edges of the waiting orifice, he gave a firm but gentle thrust and sighed happily when the head wedged into the place it was seeking. Lester removed his mouth from around Stanley's cock and cooed in joy when he felt the opening being stretched. He knew Justin was well-hung, and would be able to expand his ass really well. Even better, Stan's erect cock was bigger, which meant he would provide a more thorough reaming later, when it was his turn. That was why Lester chose to be fucked in the order he did, so his lucky ass would be stretched by both men that evening. "My god, Les! You seem to get tighter all the time," Justin exclaimed, but not in a complaining manner as he squeezed in an inch of his hard shaft. "Maybe you're just getting bigger. Sex with another guy can do that, I hear." Justin laughed at that riposte. As a pre-med student, he knew that wasn't so, but it was a pleasant thought. He thrust forward again, and two more inches of his hard shaft drove into the ass he loved to fuck. He was imbedded deeply enough that he no longer needed to guide his cock, so he used the wet towel to wipe the excess lubricant from his hands and placed them on either of Lester's hips. With his next thrust he pulled back and drove forward again, and his cock burrowed its way almost all the way inside. One more slow stroke plunged the rest of his shaft into where he wanted it, and he remained in that position, letting the tightness and the moving muscles give him a great massage that he knew would quickly get better. With his ass delightfully full of rigid cock and his hands no longer needed to spread his cheeks, Lester took hold of the cock of the patiently waiting Stanley and leaned forward to take it back into his mouth. He began by licking all over the head, especially the slit, moving his tongue lower to caress under the hard ridge and, finally, opening his mouth wide and engulfing the entire length, until his lips and nose were being tickled by the bear's pubic hair. He remained like that, caressing the length with his tongue, until he felt Justin starting to slowly withdraw from his ass. Lester replicated the man behind him by raising his head, caressing Stan's big cock with his mouth all the way, until just the head was nestled between his lips. When he felt the other hard cylinder surging into his ass, he lowered his face, enveloping Stanley's cock again, until his mouth and nose were once more being tickled. That's the pattern Lester likes to follow when he is letting himself be shared by two men as he was that night -- let the man behind him set the pace while he filled and emptied his mouth in the same tempo. As Justin drove his cock in and out of his dorm mate's ass, with Lester fucking back to meet each stroke, he couldn't help thinking of how it was tighter and felt better than most pussies of his experience. Like Stanley, he is straight and, all things being the same, would rather be fucking a woman than a man, but all things were not the same. The woman he occasionally dated had left by airplane that afternoon, and he had nobody but Lester available for the next two weeks. Stanley's situation was quite similar. The previous day, he had argued with his occasional girlfriend, and she was planning to leave the next morning and had canceled their date for that night. His parents are separated and planning on divorcing and live hundreds of miles apart, and he did not want to appear to take sides, so he was not going to be visiting either of them. However, he would call them both on Christmas Day. Lester was well aware he was nothing more than a replacement for the women the two men with him then and the others in the dorm would have preferred. He didn't care, as long as his needs were taken care of. They were using him, he knew, but he was using them too, and everybody was having a lot of fun doing it, so he was willing to settle for that unless something better came along. There are other gay men on the campus, but those he knows about are all militants, and he considered his sexual orientation to be his business and that of his sex partners, so he had almost nothing to do with other gays. He definitely did not miss them, at least not sexually, when there were guys like the two well-hung bears who were sharing his bed that night. Justin in back of him was steadily plowing his big giver of pleasure in and out of Les's ass, spreading the opening, expanding the channel and, best of all, massaging his clit with every stroke. Stan's big cock felt almost as good. It was the perfect size -- big enough to spread his lips and fill his mouth, but not so big that he would be unable to move it around inside as he stroked with his lips. Lester's tongue reveled in the smooth feel of the skin stretched so tightly over the hard roundness, and he laved every inch he could reach. He was getting some of the hottest sex of his life that night, and was aware the best was yet to happen. His own cock was as rigid as either of those that were pleasuring him and was swinging from side to side under his body. Lester reached down, held his shaft gently in his hand and started to stroke slowly, in the same tempo as the two much bigger cocks that were giving him so much fun. Nobody was in a hurry to come, and all three men thought it would be nice for each of them to climax within a few seconds of everybody else, if they could manage to accomplish that. More than anything, though, each of them wanted to give and to receive the most pleasure possible, and they fucked and sucked and stroked slowly for a long time with that goal in mind. I'm almost ready to come, Les," Stanley finally announced. "Me too," Justin added, and he started plowing his cock harder and faster into the soft, white ass in front of him. Lester could feel the big cock throbbing inside his mouth, and he tightened his lips around the shaft and started sucking faster, still in rhythm with the other hard cylinder going in and out of him, and using shorter strokes. He fucked his ass back to meet Justin too, keeping pace with that partner's faster thrusts, while the movements of his hand matched the increased tempo, because he could feel his own orgasm building up. "Oh! Oh, god! Ah!" Justin exclaimed as his climax started to explode. He drove his cock harder and faster into the ass in front of him, pulling back on Lester's hips to achieve maximum depth. "Ahhh" he sighed happily as he ejaculated, filling his condom with a big gush of cum. He didn't stop, but he did slow down and kept plunging his cock in and out of the marvelous ass that had given him such a great climax. He continued until two more spurts of semen joined the first one, before leaning slightly forward, with his hands on the other man's hips and his cock still imbedded all the way to his pubic hair. The movements of the man whose ass he had just fucked kept sending ripples of pleasure through his body and, he knew, his cock was giving joy to Lester as well. "Oh, yeah," Stan sang out joyfully as he unloaded a big wad of cum into his cute roommate's warm, wet cavern of pleasure. He was not satisfied with one spurt either, and Lester knew it as well as anyone. The happy twink continued sucking and felt two more viscous bursts gush into his mouth. He didn't stop then, but continued until he was sure there would be no more. The first load of semen that night was swirled around in his mouth so he could relish the taste and viscosity before allowing it to slide down his throat. There was still more of Stan's cum, and the man who had earned that treat licked every drop from his shaft before placing his thumb on the base directly in front of the bear's scrotum and the fingers of that hand on the opposite side of his cock. Moving his hand slowly toward his mouth, Lester's tongue caught all the cum that oozed out of Stanley's cock, before savoring this mouthful the same as he had the first. The great fucking his ass and mouth had gotten, combined with the delicious taste and the texture of the delicious semen he had ingested had brought Les to the verge of his climax, and the big shaft still stuffed inside his ass was finishing the job. As he stroked his cock faster and faster, a great geyser of intense pleasure welled up inside him and exploded out his cock. He ejaculated twice onto the face towel on the floor, which had been put there for that purpose, before he was through coming. The hamburger and macaroni casserole he had eaten earlier hadn't been all that tasty, and Lester knew what he could do about it. The flavor of Stanley's semen had helped some, and he knew the other cockfull that was protruding from Justin's crotch would chase the slightly unpleasant aftertaste completely away. The young man remained on his knees and Lester carefully removed the condom and set it aside, to be disposed of later. Holding the base of the hard shaft, which was still almost fully erect, he licked upward on its length, like a boy licking a melting Popsicle, until he had cleaned all the cum from its entire length. The juices that remained inside were treated as those inside his other partner's cock had been. So far, the evening had been fabulous, and Lester was elated when he realized it was going to get even more delightful. From the licking and fondling he had done, Justin's cock had become fully erect, and he started sucking the hard organ in and out of his mouth. Even better, he saw Stan go to the dresser and, when he returned, he was rolling a condom onto his erection, which was just as rigid as the first one to fuck his ass that night, and even bigger. The cock surging in and out of his mouth felt so good Lester couldn't bear to remove it, but he did reach back to spread his cheeks. From being prepared and fucked by the first man, his ass was almost ready, but he hoped Stanley would cover his cock with more of the Aqualube. When he felt the blunt tip pressed against his needy hole, he wiggle his ass to encourage rapid and full penetration, and the man behind him was not in the least averse to that idea either.